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Junhong stares at the headboard in front of him through glazed eyes. He could barely think straight, never mind seeing straight. His body is aching, waves of dull, teasing pleasure making his porcelain skin tingle. More, more, more, is what his body screams, and this tangles with his thought process and leaves a panting, heaving, sweat-slicked mess of a boy."Have you learned your lesson?" There's the quiet clink of metal against metal as Yongguk fiddles with the chain in his hand.