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Bamby lay on Hamin's bed, staring at the ceiling with a mixture of frustration and longing. The soft scent of lavender from Hamin's diffuser filled the room, but instead of being comforting, it made him feel suffocated. It had been months since they got together, and as much as he adored Hamin's sweet kisses, gentle touches, and soft-spoken words, some thing inside him burned for more.
He turned his head to look at Hamin, who was beside him, scrolling through his phone with a faint smile. Hamin was the perfect boyfriend attentive, considerate, always making sure Bamby was comfortable. But that was exactly the problem.
Bamby wanted to feel owned.
"Hamin," Bamby muttered, breaking the silence.
"Hm?" Hamin responded without looking up from his screen.
Bamby rolled onto his side, propping himself up
on an elbow. "Can we talk?"
Now, Hamin put his phone down, turning to face
Bamby with his usual warm expression. “Of course. What's up?"
Bamby hesitated, suddenly unsure how to phrase what he wanted. He licked his lips, choosing his words carefully. "Do you think... you could be rougher with me?"
Hamin blinked. "Rougher?"
"Yeah." Bamby exhaled. "I mean, don't get me wrong. I love you, and I love how sweet you are,
but... I want something different sometimes."
Hamin's brows furrowed in concern. "Different
how?"
Bamby let out a small, frustrated sigh. "I want you to be rough. To be mean. I don't want you to keep treating me like I'll break if you touch me too hard. I want you to pin me down, take what you want from me, make me beg for it." His voice lowered, his eyes dark with want. "I want to see what you're like when you stop holding back."
Hamin stared at him, processing the words. His lips parted slightly, and for a moment, he didn't speak. Then, he let out a quiet chuckle. "You want me to be mean to you?"
Bamby sat up, crossing his arms. "Yeah. I mean, if you don't want to, that's fine, but—"
Hamin moved suddenly.
One second, he was sitting relaxed, and the next, he had grabbed Bamby's wrist, pulling him closer. The sudden shift made Bamby's breath hitch, and his body tensed in surprise. Hamin's usual warm gaze was replaced with some thing unreadable, something darker.
"You think I'm too soft?" Hamin murmured, tilting his head.
Bamby swallowed. "I—"
Hamin yanked him forward, making him straddle his lap. His grip was firm, fingers digging into Bamby's waist. "You think I can't be rough with you?" His voice was lower now, almost a growl.
Bamby's heart pounded. He had wanted this, but seeing Hamin actually shift into this dominant energy so quickly sent shivers down his spine.
"I just thought—"
"Thought what?" Hamin's fingers traced up his thigh, squeezing hard enough to make Bamby gasp. "That I wouldn't do it? That I wouldn't ruin you if you asked nicely?"
Bamby exhaled sharply, gripping Hamin's shoulders. "Fuck."
Hamin smirked, running his hand up Bamby's back before grabbing a fistful of his hair and pulling his head back, exposing his throat. His mouth ghosted over Bamby's skin, teasing but not touching. "You wanted this," he murmured against his ear.
Bamby shuddered. "Yeah."
Hamin's grip tightened. "Then you better keep up."
And with that, he flipped Bamby onto his back,pinning him down against the bed. The softness was gone-Hamin was fullu in control now.
Bamby's body burned with anticipation. Finally.
Tonight, Hamin wasn't going to hold back.
And Bamby was going to love every second of it.
— end. 🖤💗