"I got Tae to give me his gun. Don't worry, he has a spare." Hobi didn't explain himself. He just pulled the gun, his eyes on Ten as he pointed it, holding it right against his forehead, while his thumb was still in his mouth. He wanted to see that spike of fear. Ten could use a bit of it, in his opinion. "Do you recognise the gun? He could have pulled it on you. He didn't do it, because he respects me. Because you are mine. Is that what you were counting on?"
Oh God, there was a gun in his face. His breath hitched and he whined in fear, closing his eyes and exhaling hard through his nose. He didn't think Hobi would shoot him either but it was never fun to have a gun in his face. It took him back to more than a few traumatic events. He nodded very slightly and tried to lick Hobi's thumb again.
"So you take my protection for granted, you want that privilege of safety, yet you refuse to follow even the simplest rules? You want to use my generosity. You are taking advantage of me." Hobi pulled his thumb out, wiping his hand on Ten's thigh but keeping the gun pointed the entire time. "You want me to give you everything, but not give anything yourself? That doesn't seem fair to me. Do you think that's fair?"
He shook his head eagerly, tears building in the corner of his eyes. Oh fuck, he was actually going to kill him, wasn't he? He remembered all the times gangsters had done this, they spoke in that tone, some of them had tried to kill him. He trembled slightly on instinct and tried to say he was sorry but the words were a garbled mess. He wouldn't actually kill him... right? Even if he broke the rules.
He said he could make it better! He wouldn't just kill him.
Hobi moved the gun, sliding it into Ten's open mouth, since he didn't have any way to avoid it anyway. It was a tight fit, but it went in just so, although he was sure it would do as thorough a job of holding down Ten's tongue as his thumb had done. "It seems you sometimes forget who I am. You forget what my men can do. You think there shouldn't be consequences for your actions."
He raised his eyebrows. "Stop drooling. Just suck on it."
He couldn't stop drooling, this gag wouldn't let him. He could feel it run down his chin and he flinched, he couldn't put his lips around the gun and he couldn't do anything to reject it either. His eyes shimmered with tears as it hit the back of his throat, he gagged lightly and choked. He tried to suck on it but it was difficult and his attempt made a loud, slurping noise.
God, the metal taste, the fact it was in his fucking mouth, he could barely breath through the panic. He wouldn't shoot it, right?
Hobi pulled back the safety, but also moved his finger from the trigger. He didn't want to risk anything. However, he doubted that Ten was paying enough attention to figure that out and he wanted him to feel the fear. Maybe that was a way to reach him, much as he did honestly feel his heart soften. He felt bad for him.
"Never forget how easy this is." That said he pulled the gun back, putting the safety back on and setting it aside, so he could lean in, hand around Ten's throat as he kissed him in spite of the gag, still tasting the gun in it. He pulled back, leaning their foreheads together. "I want to trust you. Stop letting me down. It would hurt me so much to hurt you."
When the safety was pulled, he choked out a sob and he was sure he was about to do, Hobi was about to kill him. He had a fucking gun in his mouth and he took the safety off. He didn't care how pathetic he looked, if he had a full bladder, he probably would have pissed himself. Drool and tears covered his face as he felt the gun come out of his mouth and safety come back on. Holy shit.
He leaned forward against Hobi, pale and shaking, his heart still racing in his chest. He really thought Hobi was going to kill him and it didn't feel good. He was definitely messing with the wrong guy. He babbled nonsense that made no sense, trying to lean in closer and appease him.
"Shh, baby. Shh, it's okay." Hobi kissed him again, this time all over his face, gentle now compared to before. He didn't regret scaring him, it had definitely been necessary, but he still wanted to comfort him now. So he leaned forward and started to undo the ties holding his arms together, then rubbed one arm after the other between his hands to warm it up and get the circulation going again.
So far, Ten was still gagged, but finally Hobi reached behind his head and undid that do, taking the ring out of his mouth. "There, that's better."
"I thought you were going to kill me!" Ten sobbed, his heart still racing as he threw his arms around Hobi and hated himself a little. He was usually better than this. He could usually get through anything and never give in but he really thought Hobi had tricked him into dying like some fucking whore, tied to a pole.
And he even hated himself for thinking that. Now he felt bad for another thing! God, this sucked. "I'm sorry, I'm really sorry. Please, I'm sorry." And he really meant it this time.
"I know. That's why we need real trust between us. Once I can actually trust you, you will know that you can trust me. Trust me never to do that. Trust me to always keep you safe. You can't assume that privilege when you won't let me trust you." Hobi held Ten close, only letting go with one hand so he could free his legs, deciding to just use a knife. Whatever, it wasn't as if he didn't have money for new rope.
"You are learning. It's not your fault you've had to only look out for yourself for so long, but I need you to catch on. Yeah?" He smiled and ruffled his hair playfully. "How about a bath, sweetheart?"
Ten guessed it made a lot of sense. Trust was a two way street and he was always trying to do everything by himself. Hobi was just ... just trying to help him, he guessed. And he kept throwing it back at him. He just had to learn not to mistrust but how could he know? It was so hard to tell. Rubbing at his eyes and mouth, trying to get rid of all the wet, he nodded weakly against Hobi.
He got a bath? Well. That was nice. Or was it another kinky trap? So hard to tell but he had to get into the habit of trust. "I'll learn. I'm sorry. Hobi-hyung, I want to trust you."
"Come on. I'll help you up." Hobi did as much, keeping an arm around him as he walked into his bathroom, which was of course as luxurious and gigantic as the rest of his apartment. He helped Ten sit down on the edge of the tub before turning it on, making sure it would smell good and be the right temperature before starting to take off his own clothes. He set the box with the earrings down on the sink, looking from them back to Ten.
"...ah, the hell with it." He laughed and threw his hands in the air. "I want to see them on you. Can I help you put them on?"
"Yeah, please, I'm still a bit shaky." Ten had a lot of piercings, they really were the perfect gift. He loved earrings. He felt them go in, small, sharp pinches before he let Hobi pull away. Leaning his head up, he caught sight of himself in the bathroom mirror. His mouth still had marks from the gag, his eyes were red and wet still but all that aside, the earrings were pretty.
"Can I keep them?" He wanted to. A lot. But he didn't know now and he gave Hobi a very tentative look. Yeah, he was a scary wuss, what else was new? "Please?"
Hobi wrapped his arms around Ten, hugging him close as he propped his head up on his shoulder so he could look at the earrings in the mirror as well, smiling a little. "Yes. I think they belong to you. Can't change that now."
They looked good on him, he had to admit that. Just as he'd thought. "They are only part one of a gift, we will see when you get the second part. He turned his head so he could catch his eyes. "They are beautiful, but your eyes are more so. Oh." He put a hand on his chest, sighing dramatically, but while smiling. "What are you doing to my heart, you devil?"
"You're such a dork. How are you a dork? You had a gun in my mouth literally ten minutes ago." What the hell? He had to laugh, it was kind of funny. With an amused little smile, he leaned into Hobi and nuzzled against him, pretty happy all things considered. He did like Hobi, that had never been an issue. Even when he humiliated him and scared him, he was still having fun, on some level.
"I hope I get to be worth your heart, hyung. You've been very kind." Cruel but kind, in his own unique way. "I keep fucking up. Sorry. I can't help it."
"You are learning. Little by little." And now he was wearing jewellery that could essentially pay for half his debt. Hobi wanted him to stay with him because he wanted to, not out of obligation, but he could think of ways to sweeten his offer. He finally got into the tub, sitting down and holding a hand out for Ten to join him. "I will get that belt for you. From Gucci. It'd look good on you, so it's a present for me too."
Whatever. He wanted to spoil him. "And tonight we can watch a movie."
After some very gentle sex in the bath, if he had his way. And he always did.
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He said he could make it better! He wouldn't just kill him.
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He raised his eyebrows. "Stop drooling. Just suck on it."
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God, the metal taste, the fact it was in his fucking mouth, he could barely breath through the panic. He wouldn't shoot it, right?
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"Never forget how easy this is." That said he pulled the gun back, putting the safety back on and setting it aside, so he could lean in, hand around Ten's throat as he kissed him in spite of the gag, still tasting the gun in it. He pulled back, leaning their foreheads together. "I want to trust you. Stop letting me down. It would hurt me so much to hurt you."
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He leaned forward against Hobi, pale and shaking, his heart still racing in his chest. He really thought Hobi was going to kill him and it didn't feel good. He was definitely messing with the wrong guy. He babbled nonsense that made no sense, trying to lean in closer and appease him.
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So far, Ten was still gagged, but finally Hobi reached behind his head and undid that do, taking the ring out of his mouth. "There, that's better."
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And he even hated himself for thinking that. Now he felt bad for another thing! God, this sucked. "I'm sorry, I'm really sorry. Please, I'm sorry." And he really meant it this time.
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"You are learning. It's not your fault you've had to only look out for yourself for so long, but I need you to catch on. Yeah?" He smiled and ruffled his hair playfully. "How about a bath, sweetheart?"
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He got a bath? Well. That was nice. Or was it another kinky trap? So hard to tell but he had to get into the habit of trust. "I'll learn. I'm sorry. Hobi-hyung, I want to trust you."
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"...ah, the hell with it." He laughed and threw his hands in the air. "I want to see them on you. Can I help you put them on?"
He already leaned in to do just that.
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"Can I keep them?" He wanted to. A lot. But he didn't know now and he gave Hobi a very tentative look. Yeah, he was a scary wuss, what else was new? "Please?"
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They looked good on him, he had to admit that. Just as he'd thought. "They are only part one of a gift, we will see when you get the second part. He turned his head so he could catch his eyes. "They are beautiful, but your eyes are more so. Oh." He put a hand on his chest, sighing dramatically, but while smiling. "What are you doing to my heart, you devil?"
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"I hope I get to be worth your heart, hyung. You've been very kind." Cruel but kind, in his own unique way. "I keep fucking up. Sorry. I can't help it."
He had always been a fuck up. Always.
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Whatever. He wanted to spoil him. "And tonight we can watch a movie."
After some very gentle sex in the bath, if he had his way. And he always did.