Soon thereafter, Chanyeol had gone on to carry out his approach similarly. The only thing about his strategy that had differed from Kris’ was the fact that the lanky rapper had cheered Kai on like he was his mouth’s biggest fan. The auburn-haired rapper hadn’t opted for making Kai swallow, alternatively choosing to come all over his face and hair. After he had expedited his duty, he had taken extra care to give his bandmate commendation for a job well done.
At the present, Kai was looking up at the image of himself on the screen of a camcorder that was set neatly upon a tripod halfway across the room. He hadn’t noticed the equipment until now, but the teen figured it must have been there all along.
The effects of the drug (which Kai had deduced to be something similar to the psychedelic, ecstasy) hadn’t taken very long to swing in; since ingesting the pill, Jongin had gone unbearably hard. He was unable to pay any special attention to his own cock because of the fact that his hands were bound behind his back with a pair of cuffs. Despite the dancer’s current quandary, his previous traces of trepidation had dissipated.
Kris had gone on to deck the younger’s head with a pair of furry kitten ears. A black leather collar adorned with solid metal spikes at the sides had since been placed around his neck, the leash tied around the foot of the bed.