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‘i’m cold’ namjoon whines, unsuccessful in his efforts to ignore the way his hard nipples rub uncomfortably against the material of his top.
he pulls the ridiculous fur coat tighter around him. it’s big and elaborate- attention grabbing. a constant reminder of exactly who the light brown faux fur belongs to; kim taehyung.
he feels ridiculous. so ugly and uncomfortable in his own skin it makes him itch.
his friend obviously doesn’t share his sentiment. the other is content, humming softly under his breath and bobbing his head to the tune he created.
taehyung is beautiful.
the street light casts a warm glow on his face, highlighting the honey tone of his smooth skin and making the burgundy leather strapped around his neck stand out more. the silver ring at its center glints under the orange light.
taehyung doesn’t respond to his complaint.
namjoon isn’t sure if it’s because he hadn’t heard or because he just didn’t feel like replying. either way, the shame that came with being ignored crawled along his skin.
the younger is visibly excited, bouncing up and down on his heels as they wait patiently for a response from the intercom. their wait gives his mind time to fill with doubts; he shouldn’t be doing this. he looks foolish. he is foolish. for thinking this would work, for thinking this was the solution.
‘tae, i don’t-can’t-this isn’t-' namjoon cuts himself off. his nonsensical stuttering hadn't really been accomplishing anything anyway. he takes a breath and tries again, ‘i can’t do this’
taehyung sighs loudly. there’s no malice behind the action, namjoon knows this, but that doesn’t lessen its sting.
'hyung, you won’t go to bdsm parties and you won’t join fetlife. in fact, you don’t do anything’ he’s annoyed, that much is clear in taehyung’s tone. ‘how do you expect to get experience when you won’t get… experience?’
namjoon ducks his head. tears prick his eyes and he doesn’t want to ruin taehyung’s night. something cold touches his cheek but its soon chased away by a familiar warmth. he looks up timidly and taehyung smiles at him, using his thumb to squish namjoon’s face.
‘sorry for being harsh. i just want you to have fun, baby’ taehyung’s fingers press harder against his cheeks, silver rings digging gently into the soft flesh. ‘to get you the dom you want and the orgasm you deserve’
a blush burns its way across his face and he surges forward to hug taehyung who quickly reciprocates. namjoon wraps his arms around the other’s waist, thankful that their crop tops allowed him the skin to skin contact he craves.
‘what do you regret?’
namjoon startles at the woman’s voice, made scratchy and robotic by the intercom. he had forgotten their reason for loitering on the sidewalk.
taehyung steps out of the hug and towards the door. a single pretty, ring-clad finger presses a button before he leans in closer. ‘my safe word, one to ten in japanese’
it’s a password of some sort, one he knew nothing about.
the woman hums but says nothing.
taehyung looks back at him and grins before saying, ‘ichi, ni, san, go, roku, nana, hachi, kyu, jyuu’
the door buzzes loudly, playing a preppy three note chime as it unlocks and they enter the building.
the street had been a tropical island compared to inside. the a/c is practically unbearable and namjoon shivers as they enter the dark hallway, lit only by small white signs shaped like clouds. they climb two flights of stairs, each carpeted in a plush red carpet yet his clunky boots still make noisy thuds against them.
taehyung is light on his feet, gracefully ascending without a sound.
they reach another door, this one glass with a bright red neon sign at the top that reads ‘welcome to hell’ in english. it clicks open the second they stand before it and taehyung pushes it, stepping aside so namjoon can enter first.
the entire room is made blue by tinted low hanging ceiling lights and they’re more of those clouds from the hallway, a rock song plays softly in the background. other than that it resembles a normal office. there’s a secretary’s desk a little ways ahead and a couch in the far corner, next to it a well maintained indoor plant.
it’s pretty and calming. serene, almost. nothing like what he had expected.
‘taehyunige, it’s so nice to see you again’ without the scratch of the intercom the woman’s voice is a lot nicer, more delicate and sweet. they walk closer and taehyung gives her a beaming smile. ‘who’s your friend?’
they both peer at him expectantly, waiting on him to introduce himself.
‘i’m namjoon’ he says, stepping back a bit so he can bow properly.
‘wow, namjoon. even your voice is handsome’ the woman praises, tucking a strand of her black hair behind her ear so they both get at look her pearl earrings. namjoon’s blush creeps all the way to his ears. she pushes a clipboard with a form and a pen towards him and he takes it gingerly. ‘fill this out so we can get your preferences etc. and we’ll assign someone to you as soon as possible’
‘um, ok’ he whispers, feeling a bit overwhelmed as he looks down at the sheet of paper.
there’s a list of questions lining the front and back of the paper, boxes available for him to tick and lines for him to write on. it feels like a test and if he doesn’t answer the correct way he’ll fail. the logical part of him knows there’s no “right way”. that doesn’t stop him from worrying.
the first few questions are easy.
his name: namjoon. his preferred position: submissive, bottom. if he has any stis/stds: no.
below that is a list of rules; what he’s allowed to do, what he isn’t allowed to do, what’s expected of him based on his position and the way he’s expected to treat his partner. it’s very thorough, leaving absolutely no room for misinterpretation.
he ticks the box that indicates he complies.
then come the ‘hard’ questions. his kinks, his preferences and his hard limits. there’s stuff he recognizes from his research and stuff he doesn’t, but that’s the problem. the point of this was for experience, exposure. he doesn’t know whether or not he likes- furthermore, wants these things because he’s never tried them.
‘um, tae. i’ve never- i don’t know-' he feels bad for interrupting the conversation between the secretary and taehyung. she had been teasing him, refusing to call the person he was here to see just because she could. when they both turn to him his words die on his tongue. he’s embarrassed, feeling like an inexperienced virgin under heavy scrutiny.
‘oh, joonie, are you scared?’ tae gives him a side hug as he asks the question and the secretary gives them some semblance of privacy by going on the phone and telling a ‘jimin’ that ‘taetae is here to see you’. namjoon nods because that’s what he is. he’s scared. ‘don’t worry sweetie, everyone here is really nice and they’ll take good care of you’
namjoon doesn’t have the chance to tell him that’s the not problem, he doesn’t doubt that he’ll be well taken care of. it’s just that he doesn’t know how he should express himself. he’s scared he’ll say one thing but mean the next and whoever he ends up with won’t understand. the last thing he wants now is a grave misunderstanding. a voice cuts him off before he can share his concerns.
‘well, well, well. if it isn’t the little bitch himself’ they both turn to see a male behind them, shorter than both of them with a leash identical to taehyung’s collar in hand. connecting the dots doesn’t take long, this must be jimin. ‘you’re back so soon. that eager to see me again, pup?’
taehyung is practically vibrating where he stands but no move is made. he stands straight, posture perfect and hands clasped in front of him with his head bowed. the picture of a well-trained sub.
namjoon isn’t like that. he doesn’t know what to do when his dom enters a room, doesn’t realize that despite being asked a question taehyung doesn’t talk because he hasn’t been given permission.
‘who’s this? you brought me someone to play with?’ jimin turns his attention to namjoon, hungry eyes rake over his body shamelessly. it’s a rhetorical question of course, everything had already been discussed over the phone and everyone in the room knew that tae was here for a one on one session. jimin clicks his tongue once ‘could use some training’
namjoon recoils. reeling at the unfamiliar feeling that blooms in his chest at being degraded so casually, it hurts but in a way he that he likes. he’s so caught up in his own head he doesn’t hear when the other says, ‘he’s gorgeous though, it’s a pity he isn’t joining us’ only taehyung’s responding whine.
jimin laughs, cruel and sadistic, before latching the leash to the ring in the center of taehyung’s choker. ‘i would ask you his name but good dogs don’t speak do they?’
taehyung shakes his head once.
jimin gives namjoon one last wink before tugging harshly at tae’s leash, yanking him from his rigid posture and leading him down the hallway. they turn the corner and namjoon hears a loud beep before a door closes.
he’s left to his own devices. still a nervous wreck and no smarter on what to do than he was five minutes ago. namjoon has half a mind to say never mind and go home but he’d never leave tae like that. even if it meant he had to wait out the three hours allotted to both of them in their prepaid plan.
the couch didn’t look all that bad, he’s slept on worse surfaces. he glances at the clock on the wall behind the desk, it’s a quarter past midnight, he could do this.
sliding the pen into its slot, he starts to return the clipboard. apology and excuse at the tip of his tongue.
someone else walks in and talks before he can.
‘mi-kyong, give these to hoseok when he arrives. tell him to check them over, something’s weird’ the voice that says it is gruff and deep, nothing like its owner. this man is short, petite with pretty pale skin that perfectly reflects the neon blue of the lights. he doesn’t even acknowledge namjoon, simply walks behind the desk and places three blue books next to the secretary.
he picks up a pen from the desk and begins looking through a stack of papers, pausing every now and then to sign rapidly at the bottom.
namjoon’s stare is relentless, boring holes into flawless skin where an expensive looking silk shirt dips too far to be anything but purpose work. he has chains layered fashionably around his neck, the longest one reaching just below the first button of his shirt with a silver cross pendant that stands out against the black colour and matches his earrings.
he’s handsome- breathtaking in a way that was alluring yet deceptive. like a siren luring you to your death but you would go willingly if it meant you got to stare longer.
‘oh, yoongi-ssi. seokjin called earlier tonight, he said he couldn’t get through to your cell’ mi-kyong says as she places the books in a cabinet somewhere hidden away from namjoon’s sight.
‘tell him i’ll call back later’ yoongi sighs before saying the words, shaking his head a bit so he can see through his platinum fringe. it’s a pretty colour and it looks absolutely ethereal, especially underneath the azure glow of the room. ‘can i help you?’
it takes namjoon a second to realise he’s the one being addressed. yoongi still hasn’t looked up from where his pen is scratching against the paper and his brain is short circuiting underneath the attention.
luckily mi-kyong saves him. ‘ah, namjoon have you finished? we’ll assign someone to you in five minutes tops’ she reaches for the clipboard but he doesn’t hand it to her.
‘actually, i don’t think i’ll be needing that someone anymore’ he chuckles, awkwardly scratching the back of his neck. the movement of his arm causes the heavy coat to move along with it, exposing his torso that wasn’t very well hidden behind the practically absent fabric of his black mesh top.
both their heads snap to his stomach.
mi-kyong is shocked, her red painted lips drop open slightly and her eyes widen comically. yoongi, on the other hand looks more pleasantly surprised, a smirk adorning his face and eyebrows raised to his hairline. he’s the first to make eye contact after namjoon hurriedly closes the fur coat, effectively hiding his belly button piercing from their sight.
he clears his throat and walks closer to the desk until he’s pressed against it. his fingers drum a stiff beat against the varnished wood.
‘this is kinda embarrassing but,’ namjoon figures he’s got nothing to lose, it’s not like they’re going to tell everyone he knows. ‘the truth is i’ve never actually done any of this stuff so i don’t really know if i like it or not. and i don’t want to assume that i do and misinform anyone and then cause a mess so…’ namjoon trails off, allowing them to fill in the blanks.
he pushes the clipboard towards mi-kyong who obviously hasn’t recovered from seeing the place right below where his top ended. when she doesn’t respond he turns to yoongi who’s already staring at him with a look he can’t quite decipher.
'do you really want to leave?’ yoongi asks, dropping the papers and pen unto the desk. he looks at namjoon smugly, knowing he’s got the taller’s attention, has had it since he entered the room. ‘you could spend the night with me. i’ll help you test the waters, make sure you’re comfortable. i’ll take good care of you, i promise’
yoongi cringes internally. he sounds desperate but that’s because- well, he is. desperate to please this boy, to train him and guide him into bdsm lifestyle. desperate to show just how gorgeous he thought this giant was. he’s never met a more enchanting human being, no one as charming who was able to make a statement just by saying a few words.
most importantly he’s desperate to dominate him. yoongi had glanced at the clipboard, knew exactly which position the other preferred. he’s never in his life been this eager to show off his years of experience. excitement thrums just below his skin, running through his veins and warming his body. he must hide it well, because the taller doesn’t notice.
in truth, namjoon’s attention is elsewhere, personally he thinks they shouldn’t be talking like this in front of mi-kyong.
there’s a weight to yoongi’s words, the type that’s impossible to ignore. it lays heavy on his chest, daring him to refuse the offer of this extremely sexy man. he’d be a fool to turn down the opportunity.
‘ok.’ namjoon says hesitantly, unsure if this was even a real.
‘ok.’ yoongi echoes, giving him a wide smile before turning to his secretary and saying, ‘can i get the key for the sky room please?’
the words finally snaps mi-kyong out of her stupor and she reaches into a drawer to pull out a single white key card with a large ‘s’ printed in capital gold font. ‘um, here.’ he grabs it and tucks it into his back pocket. ‘what should I tell mr.jung?’
‘tell him…’ yoongi starts, making sure he and namjoon are making direct eye contact before he continues, ‘i had some very important business to attend to’
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the carpet is soft under his knees, the powdery blue threads tickle his fingers as he runs them through it.
namjoon’s bottom lip pulses, reminding him of the force at which it had been bitten a few minutes prior and he reaches up touch it, to check just how swollen it is or maybe to chase the feeling of his hyung’s soft lips against his.
before he quite makes it the pressure on his dick increases and he lurches forward with a broken moan. his previously wandering fingers grasp at yoongi’s pant clad calf and he steadies himself with his forehead on the older’s knee.
not even a second later he’s being pulled back by his hair, forced to bare his neck to accommodate the uncomfortable position.
namjoon’s hair is let go in favour of his cheeks and he’s forced to look up from the carpet as yoongi drags his face upwards, rings pressing the skin so harshly against his teeth he knows his face is going to be multicoloured in the morning.
‘when i say not to move, slut,’ yoongi grits out, voice full of venom at being disobeyed. ‘i fucking mean it’
a single nod and a little ‘yes sir’ and they both reassume their previous positions; namjoon sitting on his haunches with his palms upturned on his thighs while yoongi sits on the bed, continuing whatever it is he’s doing on his phone while his shoe lies on top of namjoon’s abused cock.
he’s too excited, chest heaving a little too quickly for someone who was doing absolutely nothing. namjoon feels like a virgin once again, something he most certainly is not. but the way he can’t help but fidget and sneak glances at yoongi makes him think otherwise.
‘you’re very pretty namjoon. do you know that?’ yoongi’s fingers are back, a lot gentler this time as they slowly trace from his cheekbone down to his chin, tilting his face upwards. ‘am i going to have to keep forcing you to make eye contact with me?’
his lips part like he’s going to respond but he doesn’t know how to, caught between not knowing which question to answer and whiplash from how quickly yoongi had changed his tone. namjoon does however make note of the fact that yoongi wants him to maintain eye contact, probably to keep track of how he was doing.
on the way up to the room the older had explained in detail how the scene would go.
he wouldn’t be too harsh and would be tentative in most things to judge namjoon’s reaction to ensure everything ran as smoothly and as naturally as possible. there would be regular checkups and yoongi would ask before doing anything not discussed.
a few other rules had been set; what he was to always address yoongi as, how to use the stoplight system and what to do when he felt uncomfortable.
most importantly, or at least what had stuck out to him, yoongi had stated that he hated to repeat himself and namjoon, being the praise whore he was, had immediately made it his duty to make sure that rarely happened.
so, he answers the second question by staring directly into yoongi’s eyes, momentarily mesmerized by their dark colour that reflected the large,white cloud-shaped light fixture in the centre of the room (this place clearly had a theme) and answers the first question honestly with a shy, ‘i don’t think i’m pretty’
yoongi seems shocked. he doesn’t know if it’s at the eye contact or what he’d said.
he’d told the truth. namjoon hadn’t felt pretty in those ridiculous clothes and he feels even less pretty now that he's in nothing but a mesh top and briefs, tummy spilling slightly over the waistband in the way he hates so much.
he wants to curl in on himself and hide the extra fat but he can’t, yoongi’s leg acting as a physical barrier while the dom’s earlier instructions took care of the mental.
‘you calling me a liar, baby?’ yoongi reapplies pressure, this time with so much force that namjoon’s pleasure tapers quickly into sweet, sweet pain. his body shakes with the effort to stay still but the thought of disobeying keeps him rooted in his spot. ‘that’s not very nice, you’re going to hurt my feelings’
yoongi is mock whining, an equally fake pout on his face as he stares down at namjoon’s pathetic struggle to keep the position he had been assigned.
it’s only after the sub chokes out a labored ‘‘m sorry’ that he eases up, the sole of his shoe no longer digging harshly into the younger’s length. namjoon lets out a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding, air rushing out of his lungs in one long, shaky exhale.
his dick throbs, already missing the rough treatment of his dom’s shoe and he looks up to see yoongi peering gently at him.
‘what’s your colour, moonflower?’ he asks softly. namjoon flushes at the unusual nickname and hurriedly ducks his head to hide just how fond of it he is. yoongi chuckles and reaches up to part the hair that had fallen across his forehead, rubbing a single soft, brown curl between his thumb and index finger while he waited for a response.
‘green, sir’ namjoon finally replies then mumbles something else under his breath that yoongi doesn’t quite catch.
‘speak up, baby’ the older lets go of his hair and traces the marks already blooming on his soft cheeks.
‘a-again. i want it again. please, need it’ namjoon begs, desperate to feel the mix of pain and pleasure blossoming under his skin once more.
just like that yoongi’s smirk slips back into place, domineering and mean and making him feel smaller than he ever has in his entire life. this feeling is addicting, like a drug he never wants to stop taking or a self-destructive habit he can’t live without. it’s exhilarating.
‘oh, you need it?’ it’s rhetorical yet he can’t help the way he nods quickly. yoongi clearly has a thing for mocking, that much is obvious by the way he taunts and makes fun of namjoon every single opportunity he gets and he has no qualms about indulging the older, especially if it means he gets what he wants quicker. ‘so impatient. you’re my eager little slut, aren’t you?’
‘yes’ namjoon breathes out. his head is clearing, slowly being emptied of everything else but the thought of his dom and he loves the way it makes him relax, stiff posture loosening just a bit. no overthinking, no second guessing, no self-doubt just yoongi and making him happy ‘i’m your slut’
there’s a curse from above him but before he can look up there’s a hand wrapped around his throat, pulling him forward and up unto his knees so suddenly he has to use his hands to brace himself against the older's thighs. the rough material of the dark slacks helps to ground him.
namjoon tries to gasp but it gets stuck behind the intense pressure of yoongi’s grip.
‘well let me teach you something, sweetheart’ yoongi says, so sweet and sultry that it’s impossible to miss the patronizing tone buried not far beneath. ‘you’ll take what i give you, when i give you it and say thank you every single fucking time. got it?’
his face is slowly turning red, he gets dizzier and dizzier with each passing second and tears gather at his eyes, dampening his eyelashes but namjoon still nods as best as he can, a part of him wanting to keep that hand there forever.
when yoongi finally lets go he slumps forward, taking in large gulps of air and trembling as oxygen enters his lungs for the first time in several seconds.
‘look at me, darling’ yoongi whispers, voice barely louder than his own shaky gasps. it takes a few seconds but he eventually does it. ‘say ah’
he can barely see through his own tears but namjoon does as he’s told and his entire body shivers when yoongi scoots forward a little bit off the bed to spit in his mouth. every single nerve in his body is set ablaze, heart beating so loudly he’s sure it echoes in the room and if possible his dick gets harder, throbbing and hot and begging to be taken out of his tight briefs.
‘swallow’
namjoon obeys immediately.
the pleased ‘good boy’ and cute gummy smile that yoongi sends his way is enough to have him smiling shyly, dimples visible as pride settles deep into his chest.
the older chuckles at his borderline giddy expression and presses a sweet kiss to his forehead. ‘you still hurt my feelings baby, calling me a liar and all. how about you make it up to me, hm?’
he’s instructed to strip completely and he does just that. placing his briefs and top next to his already folded clothes then crawling on the bed to the spot where yoongi had pointed. the a/c isn’t as cold now, the seemingly permanent flush of his skin keeps him warm, but he still flinches when the cold air comes into contact with his dick.
namjoon watches quietly as the older unlocks a drawer, digging through the stained wood until he pulls out a blindfold and a strip of silk, both a pretty, pastel, purple colour.
‘we’re gonna try sensory deprivation ok?’ namjoon nods and yoongi continues. ‘do you want me to explain or did you read about this during your research?’
he’s puzzled for a second, already having forgotten their earlier conversation where he had confessed to the thorough research he had done about kinks and bdsm lifestyle.
yoongi had complimented him, told him it was a great idea to have knowledge about something before trying it.
namjoon answers with a short and simple ‘researched’, watching carefully and completely enraptured as the older stripped, exposing a smooth expanse of pale skin to the room as he now wore nothing but jewelry.
namjoon’s sentences have progressively become shorter in length; less wordy and straight to the point. yoongi silently wonders if this was a tell that the other was creeping towards subspace, finally entering that headspace where he entrusted himself, mind and body, to the professional dom who was already absolutely smitten with him.
he says nothing as yoongi slips the blindfold unto his head and over his eyes, causing his world to go dark, or when the older maneuvers him until he lies on his stomach between spread legs.
namjoon does however make a quiet surprised sound when yoongi presses his cock to his slightly parted lips murmuring something along the lines of, ‘make it up to me, baby’
he isn’t an expert in anything bdsm related, far from. but if there was one thing he was confident in, it was his ability to give amazing head. he had on more than one occasion been told by his partner that it had been the best they ever received and he was determined to show off just how skillful he was.
he grabs yoongi’s dick in his hand, feeling its warm, half hard weight. he’d barely gotten a look at it before his sight had been taken away but he knows how pretty it is, could practically imagine its pink glistening head.
namjoon licks a long strip from base to tip before suckling the tip between his lips, the quiet curse the other lets out motivates him to take more into his mouth. he can’t see yoongi’s reaction, can’t determine what the other likes based on his facial expression so he listens carefully. making note of the little hitches in the older’s breath as he bobs his head slowly, hollowing his cheeks and taking inch after inch.
namjoon’s sloppy with it, drool going everywhere and running down the older’s length and on to his balls. he pulls off a bit, thumb pressing right underneath the head while simultaneously digging his tongue into the slit.
yoongi’s hips buck, dick bumping into namjoon’s nose and causing the younger to freeze then giggle at the unexpected turn of events.
‘god, you’re so-ah fuck. you’re so cute’ yoongi’s breathless, small groans spilling from his lips as he grounds himself by balling his fists into the sheets. the other gets right back to it, increasing the speed of his bobs while his tongue swivels quick patterns on the underside of his cock.
suddenly namjoon slows, pulling off completely and yoongi looks down at him to make sure everything is alright only to find a pout the younger’s swollen lips, forehead crinkled in concentration like he was trying to make a decision. it takes a few seconds for yoongi to actually formulate the question, mind still reeling at the all-consuming pleasure that dances beneath his skin.
‘you ok, moonflower?’
an affirmative hum is sent in his general direction and yoongi is about to ask for his colour when he’s clued in to exactly what namjoon had been thinking about.
without warning he’s taken back into the warm, slick cavern of namjoon’s mouth and yoongi cries a little when his cock slides all the way into the younger’s throat with nothing but a small gag at the intrusion. the muscles in namjoon’s throat relax and contract around him and his hips lift off the bed to grind small circles into tight heat, toes curling and head thrown back as the sub’s deep moans send vibrations rocking through him.
the pressure in his lower stomach builds to an almost crescendo, a little more and he’ll be pushed right over the edge.
it’s when namjoon starts to swallow around him, hand coming up to fondle his balls that yoongi sits up to push at the younger’s shoulders.
‘shit-off, off. off, baby’
the sub doesn’t listen-of course he doesn’t-and yoongi has to pull him off by hair, grip so harsh and unrelenting that namjoon cries out in pain as he’s forced to follow yoongi’s hand until it comes to a stop right above himself, legs straddling the smaller body beneath his. as soon as the older’s hand eases namjoon drops his head, crying out in the crook of yoongi’s neck when a hand comes down heavily on his ass.
‘what did i say earlier, slut?’ he asks, hand coming down once more on the same spot before the other answers. yoongi’s referring to their talk in the elevator, he knows that but the delicious sting of his skin is so distracting he loses his grip on his words several times.
‘obey,’ namjoon hiccups, tears soaking through the material of his blindfold. ‘you s-said obey’
'then what’s happening now, hm? have i been too nice?’
he shakes his head no, unable to physically say anything as yoongi spanks him for the third time, this one a little lower and it hurts so good that he leans back against it, chasing the palm responsible for the pain blossoming on his right cheek.
yoongi waits until he calm down a bit all the while pressing small kisses to his temple, nosing at the sweaty hair plastered there.
‘colour, baby?’
‘green. ‘m green’
yoongi brings their lips together wasting no time in pushing his tongue past the seam of namjoon soft lips, tasting that tiny bit of salty precum that was still on the younger’s palate. the kiss is soft and sweet, just the right amount of messy and namjoon moans when a hand wraps around his throat.
‘gonna fuck you now baby, ok?’ the words are whispered against his ear and he shivers, gasping when he’s pushed onto his back, body bouncing among soft pillows.
he’s lost of track of yoongi, unable to figure where he is until he hears a small shifting to his left before it disappears completely. namjoon’s starting to resent the blindfold a bit, he’d never up to this moment realized how much he relied on visible approval.
a hand on his wrists causes him to startle, yoongi snorts at him.
‘it’s just me, baby’ the older ties something around both his wrists, most likely the silk from earlier, before they’re pulled upward and above his head. he tugs at the restraint, they aren’t too tight but he can’t move his hands from where they’re suspended and tied to the headboard.
the bed dips in front of him and his head follows the movement.
namjoon puckers his lips and yoongi laughs before obliging with his silent plea for kisses. the dom is between his legs, gently pulling his thighs until he lays flat on his back. the silk is too taunt, leaving his arms in an awkward and uncomfortable position but yoongi notices before he says anything, reaching up to untie and retie the material lower on the headboard.
the cross pendant drags across his face and he wishes he could see it, the way the silver chain dangled from that pale neck. he instead settles for taking it between his lips, the metal clinking quietly as he traps it between his teeth.
he feels the way yoongi freezes, the long drawn out ‘fuck’ that’s whispered under the older’s breath meaning that he must like the image beneath him. he does, he really really likes it, can’t help but run his fingers reverently against the soft skin. thumb sweeping from the damp end of the blindfold to the plump lips that held his chain captive.
there’s a smirk on namjoon’s lips, far too cocky for his liking and he slaps the side of the younger’s thigh, immediately satisfied by the way the sub gasps and whines, hips bucking as he grinds into nothing.
‘you’re so naughty, baby’ yoongi spreads his thighs wider so he can kneel between them and reaches for the lube he had placed on the bed earlier. ‘do anything for me to spank you, won’t you?’
‘yes’ namjoon breathes out, a gasp quickly following as yoongi pushes a lube slicked finger right up to the first knuckle. he automatically clenches around the intrusion but soon relaxes as the older starts pressing kisses underneath his jaw, whispering small words of affirmation into his heated skin.
the older takes his time opening him up, on one finger, then two, then three until namjoon’s a whining, shaking mess beneath him. cock hard and leaking against his own stomach as he’s submerged in his own pleasure, unable to do anything to ground himself but grapple at the material that kept his arms in place. he’d been ready to cum from the time the dom first stepped on his dick. now, it's unbearable. any sort of pressure and he would be cumming in seconds.
the moment he enters namjoon the younger thrashes, head thrown back and moaning so loudly he’s afraid mi-kyong can hear them where she sits. he’ll buy a ball gag for namjoon in whatever colour the younger chooses.
yoongi thrusts into him, hard and fast, hips practically a blur as he chased after his release. they’re both so close, stomachs tightening as they’re brought closer and closer to the edge.
namjoon cums first, with the help of a few tugs from the dom’s hand, and surprisingly it’s with a silent cry, lips parted but nothing coming out as his orgasm rips through him. afterwards he slumps against the pillows, whining from the oversensitivity as yoongi continues to fuck him, chasing his own release. it doesn’t take long, two, three more thrusts and he’s spilling into the younger’s ass. hips stuttering as he milks his own orgasm.
yoongi lays next to him, catching his breath for a few seconds before he sits up to check on namjoon.
‘hey, baby’ yoongi whispers, untying the other and warning him before sliding the blindfold off his face. it takes a few second but the other eventually open his eyes, a bit unfocused and glassy from previously shed tears. namjoon doesn’t say anything, simply offers him a watery smile just wide enough that his dimples make their appearance. ‘you ok, moonflower?’
‘i’m good, great actually. never been better’
yoongi smiles, ‘good to hear’
‘what about you?’
the older stills, wet wipe still in hand and pressed against namjoon’s stomach. he looks up at namjoon for a second before cleaning the drying cum on his stomach. ‘what do you mean?’
'i read somewhere that dom aftercare was important as well’ namjoon supplies, pulling yoongi into him as soon as the older throws the wet wipe in the small bin next to the bed. ‘so i’m asking if you’re ok’
his hands cradle namjoon’s face and he stares adoringly down at the other for a few long seconds before rubbing their noses together, causing giggles to erupt from the younger, joyful pleas of ‘stop it’ sometimes interrupting his laughter.
‘you’re perfect, you know that right?’ yoongi says, pressing a soft kiss to his lips while his hand slowly rubbed ointment into the bright red spots that rested against warm skin. ‘i don’t know why you don’t think you’re pretty’ he takes another wet wipe and cleans his fingers.
‘because i’m not’ the younger mumbles, clearly becoming more sleepy with each passing second.
‘are too’
‘am not’
‘are too’ namjoon’s next protest is silenced with another kiss, this one longer and sweeter with just the right amount of tongue. ‘the prettiest thing i’ve ever laid eyes on’
the brunette huffs, realizing he’s lost this battle and is much too tired to try to argue further. they tangle together on top of the comforter, too lazy to change the sheets and much too comfortable to move.
‘you should drink some more water, moonflower’ yoongi reaches for the half full bottle that sits on the nightstand, ready to press it to the younger’s lips again but the other stops him, instead bringing his hand until it rest among his own brown locks.
yoongi dims the light before obliging to the plea for pets, smiling at the appreciative hum he receives.
‘where’d the nickname come from?’ it had been silent for a few minutes and he was sure namjoon had already fallen asleep.
‘the charms on your belly button piercing’ yoongi replies, trailing his hand down to namjoon’s tummy and fiddling with the crescent moon and orchid pendants that lie against it. ‘it’s very sexy, i almost got a nosebleed when i saw it’
namjoon snorts. ‘i like it. the nickname i mean’
yoongi lets out a grunt as he maneuvers both of them so that namjoon is lying on top of him, long leg thrown over his hip and nose buried in his neck.
‘i’m heavy’
‘you aren’t, namjoon’ he sighs, continuing to slowly massage the younger’s scalp. he feels himself start to get tired too, a loud yawn slips past his lips
‘how much time do we have left?’
yoongi glances at his phone, it's after two in the morning which technically meant that they had an hour left together. technically. ‘well i mean, i own the place. it’s not like anyone’s going to kick us out’
‘oh’ is all namjoon says, clearly shocked at the discovery. but his surprise soon melts into amusement. ‘thought you were an accountant or something’
‘so you’d screw an accountant?’ the older teases, for no reason other than wanting to carry on the conversation longer.
‘hey, i’m an accountant’
‘you’re not’ yoongi deadpans.
'i’m not’ namjoon laughs, loud and full like he’d just told the funniest joke in the world. ‘i’m a laywer’
yoongi rolls his eyes, a reluctant smile forming on his lips at the silly man that laid on top of him. it takes a lot for him to like someone, maybe after weeks of conversations, and yet namjoon had managed to worm his way into his heart in the span of a few hours. he would never forgive himself if this was the last time they ever met, the last time they shared each other’s space.
he clears his throat and mentally prepares himself for rejection, because there was a very real possibility that he had read this entire situation incorrectly and was about to embarrass himself in front of this very pretty male.
‘look, joon’ he starts, making sure his tone is serious. ‘i know you just came here for a one-time thing but-'
‘yes’
yoongi frowns, all previous nervousness dissipating and replaced with fond annoyance. ‘let me finish’ namjoon hums and he continues. ‘let me be your dom. i’ll help you experiment in any way you want and guide you through anything you ask. but, i also want to like, take you out on dates and hold you hand and stuff like that…’
he trails off at the end, cheeks burning a bright red and he’s suddenly thankful for how dark the room is.
‘i already said yes, do i have to say it again?’ namjoon whines into his neck, murmuring under his breath about wanting to go to sleep already.
‘the sentiment would be nice’ yoongi grumbles, already fed up and in love with the younger’s attitude.
‘then i’ll say it in the morning’ the way namjoon says it means the conversation is over and they both slip into comfortable silence, no longer fighting the losing battle against sleep. ‘wait what about tae?’
he doesn’t hear the question properly and yoongi pries open his eyes to stare confusedly down at the other. ‘who?’
‘i came here with someone’ namjoon leans up on his elbows, pouting down at him. ‘i can’t just leave him’
he sighs, snatching his phone up at sending mi-kyong a text telling her to order a car for whoever namjoon came with and too make sure they got home safely. ‘there, taken care of’
the younger doesn’t ask how exactly, simply lies back down and cuddles up to him once more.
‘night, hyung’
yoongi smiles, gummy and happy and presses a kiss to the crown of namjoon’s head.
‘night, moonflower’