If Zelo were asked to give it a name, he wouldn’t be able to give a straight answer. It was amazing, for how many words that were in existence in so many different languages, not even one came close to explaining it. He didn’t really give it much thought though, because in his opinion, he didn’t care what it was – he just liked it.

And ‘it’ of course, was referring to the somewhat risqué relationship he shared with Himchan. It had started out innocent enough in his mind, an unspoken game that had started from the moment they had met. Neither kept score, or really acknowledged that they were even playing. Because they were boys; boys with busy schedules and a list of excuses.

Well, he started it.

If I don’t do something, he’ll think he’s won.

I have to even the score.

Their game required no board or pawns (unless the other members of B.A.P counted when they were dragged into the mix). There wasn’t a role of the die, and it didn’t even require them to play in turn; all they needed was a slightly devilish idea and a desire to set the other in their place. It was all good fun, a way to release tension in the beginning with the stressful lives of K-Pop idols. In all honestly, it never mattered who was winning or losing in the end.. and as of recently, they both had become to enjoy either outcome.

Zelo had become quite good at throwing the visual of B.A.P back against nearby objects (the wall, the door of a closed janitors closet, the stall door in the men’s bathroom… honestly, whatever was around at the time) and ravishing his lips, turning him on to only walk away and leave Himchan confused and aroused to take care of himself, and Himchan, well, he was a master at teasing the hormonal maknae with light touches, constantly coming close only to pull away at the last second. He was skilled at making the younger beg, and although Zelo felt shame in the act, he wasn’t completely beneath it when it came to the visual.

There were many times, however, when Zelo had to wonder if in his lust for Himchan and his childish pranks and tomfoolery, if he’d ever gone too far. If he’d ever played unfair or… crossed any lines?

He took a look at his current predicament, gave another tug at his bonds and concluded yes, perhaps he had.

Oh, had it ever been worth it though, he mused with a smirk to himself. In the short break between all the come backs, Zelo had decided he’d try to even out the unspoken score between himself and Himchan. How he had managed to get the blonde alone was beyond him, but the sight of Himchan sitting in the kitchen chair, his thin wrists and ankles bound tightly to a chair and his face full of confusion and apprehension… His voice when he commented on just how incredibly and strange Zelo was and oh how the maknae could only agree. He recalled seeing the gears practically turning at the speed of light in the blonde’s head as he tried to figure out just what Zelo had been hiding behind his back.

So what if it was horribly cliché for Zelo to pull out the feather to tickle the bound blonde with, and a tad bit childish, but hell… he was young and oh the way Himchan immediately started to write under the teasing touch was just to alluring. His laughter was sprinkled with don’ts and stops and please Junhongs as tears of laughter gathered in his eyes.

Zelo had tickled Himchan until the elder was gasping to let him breath, complaining his jaw was supposedly aching from smiling so big, his stomach sore and his whole body exhausted from the laughter.

It wasn’t Zelo’s fault that the visual had such adorable laughter.

But when he had had his fun and untied his hyung, Himchan made it clear that it would only be a matter of time before he got his revenge, and Zelo knew that Himchan would go through with it. He couldn’t do the horrible cliché “replace his shampoo with pink hair dye” because the stylist noonas had already done that, and Zelo didn’t think Himchan would go so far as the publicly embarrass him.

Maybe he’d just refuse to kiss him for a week?

Whatever had gone through Zelo’s mind, he had never expected this.

Himchan must have found it ironic and funny to land the maknae in the same situation that he had placed Himchan in himself, bound to a chair and forced to sit and wait for fate to take its course. There was a chance Himchan was just letting Zelo sit and sweat, or maybe he was going to tickle him back to exact his revenge.

Zelo had a feeling that neither of those guesses were right as he shifted nervously in the high back chair, biting his lips as he looked back to the door Himchan had disappeared through not too long ago. The visual really was taking his good old time getting back from… where ever he’d gone. The anticipation was nearly killing the maknae.

As if on cue, the door creaked with an ominous squeak and Zelo sat up a bit straighter, his eyes narrowing in on the opening. No amount of mental preparing could get Zelo ready for the sight that awaited him though.

Himchan leaned against the door frame, a confident smirk on his face as he rested one hand on his hip, the other on the door. Zelo’s mouth watered as he raked his eyes over Himchan’s body, from the frilly and tight fitting Lolita style dress to the stockings that were clinging to his strong legs. The fabric hugged his torso almost perfectly, giving the perfect illusion of curves. The skirt was just sort enough, Zelo could see the exposed skin of Himchan’s milky thighs just above his stockings and he let out a small whine as he began to chew on his lip again.

The confidence in Himchan’s eyes was enough to tell Zelo just how much trouble he was actually in.

Himchan pushed up from the door frame, his heels clicking against the hardwood as he strut slowly, ily, swaying those skilled hips as he placed one foot in front of the other. His smirk was confident and as he got closer, Zelo could see that Himchan had even put in his blue contacts for added affect.

The maknae craned his neck, trying to see more of Himchan as the elder swung his leg over Zelo’s – a smooth enough gesture that caused the frilly skirt to lift up and give Zelo a brief glimpse of the milky inner thigh – and sat comfortably on his lap. Himchan swung his legs back and forth playfully, humming a soft melody as he brought their faces close.

Just a bit farther and Zelo would have been able to claim those soft, pink tinted lips, but Himchan knew what he was doing. He brought his hand up, smirking as Zelo caught sight of the er that was in his hands. He took hold of the wrapper with his teeth and disposed of it with a single tug.

Himchan wasted no time sliding the cherry flavored lollipop into his mouth, teasing Zelo with soft moans as he rolled the sweet treat in his mouth. The maknae was finding it harder by the second to keep his cool. Sweat was building up along his skin, and he couldn’t help but wriggle his hands in attempt to free himself from his bonds so he could and squeeze and pet and claim the amazing creature in his lap.

Himchan moaned ally around the lollipop, pulling it against his lips before it sensually again. Zelo squirmed beneath him a little; he honestly wasn’t sure how long he could endure this for.

Zelo tried to lean forward in the chair, craning his neck to get a taste of the lips and tongue that probably tasted like cherry right now, but Himchan inched backwards, keeping everything out of reach. Zelo couldn’t help but audibly growl as he forced himself to swallow.

Himchan continued and the er, sliding it in and out of his mouth slowly as his lips went red with the flavor. He kept his gaze locked on Zelo’s, knowing exactly what he was doing to the boy.

Just like that, Zelo finally snapped.

“,” The curse slipped through the maknae’s lips as he tugged harshly at his bonds, trying to break free of their hold. His knees banged together to somehow try to free his feet, and Himchan bounced a little in his lap at the movement.

“What, Zelo-ah~” Himchan grinned, wrapping his arms around Zelo’s shoulders as he smiled sweetly at him.

“Where did you… that outfit… when… God, you… this just….” Zelo couldn’t even properly finish his sentences as he raked his eyes up and down Himchan’s body again, biting his lip as he let his gaze linger at the exposed skin of the elders thighs, still spread and straddling his lap in the most of ways.

Himchan felt a little generous, listening to Zelo stutter and stumble over his words. He hadn’t suffered nearly enough, but he was just so hard to turn down. So for just a brief moment, he’d give in – but just for a moment.

Himchan closed the gap between them and brushed his lips against Zelo’s, cutting off the younger’s stream of incomplete ramblings. Zelo was rough, swarming and ravishing Himchan’s mouth the second their lips connected, dominating even while being dominated.

But that’s not what Himchan wanted. He broke the kiss, lips a little swollen as he watched Zelo run his tongue over his own teeth now, breathing heavily.

Himchan smirked and leaned forward, nuzzling Zelo’s hair as he whispered into his ear, “I almost lost sight of what I am trying to do… if you enjoy it too much, you won’t learn anything.”

“Damnit, hyung…” Zelo groaned, his head lolling to the side as Himchan placed slow kisses down his throat.

Himchan tossed the er behind him, not caring where it landed as he brought his hands up to roughly grip into Zelo’s pink locks. The next kiss was terribly harsh, and Himchan made it a point to control it with a fast working tongue and lip hungry teeth. Zelo’s moan of pleasure was all he needed  as he kissed him harder, deeper, his legs tightening over Zelo’s  as he pressed himself into the younger.

Zelo squirmed as much as his predicament would let him. Being handled so roughly and so forcefully by the visual was a strange turn on, but he needed to do something. Everything about Himchan was new and raw and he wanted to touch and explore and taste, but the damn ropes…!

He struggled wildly, rocking the chair back and forth, and ultimately Himchan with it.

“Wh-Junhong!”

The legs of the chair wobbled before it toppled over, sending Zelo to the ground and Himchan sprawling across the floor not but a foot away. When Zelo blinked open his eyes, clearing his head from the sudden vertigo, he was greeted with a wondrous sight.

Himchan’s skirt and flipped up and the blonde was on all fours in attempt to get up, giving Zelo the perfect chance to soak in the sight of just what lengths Himchan had gone through to make sure his outfit was perfect.

Because beneath Himchan’s skirt was the cutest pair of lacy that Zelo had ever laid his eyes on, clinging perfectly to the elders and making the maknae wonder if they had been specially made for the visual.

“Damn, hyung…” Zelo said, smirking as Himchan blushed and fixed his skirt. The visual took angry strides, kneeling in front of Zelo and wasting no time in taking advantage of Zelo’s newest predicament. He crept his hand up Zelo’s leg, his fingers working up his thigh.

Himchan pouted suddenly, “You don’t even care about any of this,” He said, nodding towards his hand, “You just want this.” He gestured towards himself.

Zelo nodded eagerly, “Yeah, pretty much.” A cocky smirk played at his lips, his mind lulling him into the false assumption that he might have actually won, despite it being Himchan’s turn.

But Himchan wasn’t about to give up the reins so easily. If all Zelo wanted at the moment was him, well, then that’s just what he’d have to use against him. Himchan sat back on the floor, not even bothering to sit Zelo up right again as he let out a soft sigh and blew back his bangs. He turned his gaze onto Zelo as he reached up, slowly lowering a strap of his dress to expose the milky, unblemished skin of his shoulder and profound collar bone. He let his head fall back as he moaned softly, trailing his hands down his chest. He was careful to slide his hand beneath his skirt, just far enough to tease Zelo with a sliver of his pale skin, but not enough to reveal what he was doing.

Zelo’s eyes went wind in a second as Himchan’s hand went to work beneath the concealing fabric as he rocked with the motion. He threw back his head again, a moan escaping him.

When Himchan set his eyes back on Zelo, it was all definitely worth it. The maknae was sweating and biting his lower lip fiercely, and well, by the tent in his pants, he was most definitely enjoying it.

“, Himchan hyung, you win, alright, just… please!!”

Himchan laughed victoriously. It was never about winning, just getting a little even, but, he’d definitely take both. He slid his hand out from under the dress and crawled on all fours across the floor to Zelo.

Kissing was like a second nature, and it required basically no thought so it wasn’t difficult for Himchan to focus his hands as he reached down to Zelo’s wrists, untying the ropes. He broke the kiss to bed down and untie Zelo’s ankles.

Himchan let out an unmanly squeak the second Zelo was free, the maknae taking the new found ability to move to full use as he wrapped his arms around Himchan’s slim waist and forced the blonde to the floor as he crawled over top of him. He slid his hands beneath Himchan’s skirt, gripping his .

“I let you go, but I didn’t say you could have control…” Himchan growled playfully.

Their kisses were sloppy, and in-between the intense lip locks, Zelo tried to get a few words in. “Chan… You should, unn… — dress like… that more… ahh… more often… but skimpier.”

“Just shut up and kiss me, Junhong.”

Here we go~ I hope you enjoyed it!

Cuddles,

Lynn