Sorry,” Jongdae starts, pausing as he sees Yixing pull out the remote from his jacket, his thumb on it just waiting to torture him once more. “Sorry...daddy,” he whispers the latter, eyes closing in resignation. This is humiliating, this game Yixing loves to play, but he can’t help but enjoy it, submitting to his master this way. The cock ring resting tightly at the base of his dick only serves to remind him of that fact.