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The street lights reflected off of the paint that rained in droplets through the air before clinging to the rough texture of the wall. Music pumped through the ear buds crammed into Namjoon’s ears as he worked. His arm moved in a slow smooth arc as he laid his soul into the layers of paint before him, a cityscape slowly coming into life.
He stepped back to admire his work so far and his eyes fell to the corner of the wall for the hundredth time that night. The night before, Namjoon had laid the foundation of this piece and when he returned tonight a message had been scrawled across his work in thick black lines.
His rival, the asshole ‘V’, had written “What boring ass building are you going to make this time?” Namjoon had thrown a can at the wall with a shout when he had seen it.
For the past several months, this dick had been plaguing his works. Namjoon learned that V was also a graffiti artist in the area. Something about Namjoon’s art must have personally offended him because every night a new message appeared. Sometimes the messages were on the corners, sometimes on the ground in front of the work, and other times- when V was being particularly bitchy- it was directly over his art.
One day, a friend pointed out V’s work. A minimalist forest scene in neutral tones that instantly stoked an anger deep inside Namjoon. Not because it was offensive, but because it was good, so good. Even the way he signed his work was brilliant; at the bottom of every wall was a handprint with the forefinger and middle finger a different color, making the “V” stand out. It had been deeply satisfying when he wrote his own message over V’s work: “Bob Ross wants his happy little trees back.” He’d written it in a corner, unable to completely deface the serenity V had created in this dirty back alley.
Namjoon painted roughly over the message. If he ever got his hands on this man, he would kill him. He sometimes fantasized about what it would be like to meet the other artist and slam his face against the wall he’d just painted. It made him feel warm and fuzzy inside. He pulled a lollipop out of his pocket and wrapped his lips around it as he finished covering up the black script.
He dropped the empty can to the ground and reached for a fresh one from his bag. The ball clacked loudly as he shook the paint and continued on his work, adding glowing lights over the low houses at the foot of a glittering high-rise building.
He glanced at his watch briefly; still ten minutes before the guard was due to make his rounds. The candy clicked against his teeth as he worked the sweet around his mouth with his tongue and got back to work.
He stepped back again, almost tripping over one of the empties causing it to roll away behind him. The rolling sound stopped short and Namjoon whipped around to find a man in a black hoodie with a foot propped on the errant can.
The stranger pushed his hood back and Namjoon regarded him with interest. He had curly black hair that fell over a wide headband. Thick eyebrows sat over beautifully shaped eyes and both of his ears glinted in the street lights with studs and hoops. Oh yes, Namjoon could have a lot of fun with this guy.
His lips tugged up into a playful smile and Namjoon felt his own smile appear in response. The other man blinked with a startled look as his eyes traveled over Namjoon.
“Well that’s a surprise,” the stranger said with a deep voice that sent a thrill down Namjoon’s spine.
“What’s that?” Namjoon responded with his own low voice laced with interest.
“That the artist that paints such boring cityscapes is so young.” He responded with a sharp grin, stepping closer and Namjoon felt his gut twist. “Oh, such bad manners.” He smacked his own hand. “You can call me V.” He sent Namjoon a wink and took a deep bow.
All traces of interest fell off Namjoon’s face, replaced with a furious scowl. “You!”
He reached out and grabbed the front of V’s hoodie and threw the other man at the mural, wet paint be damned. The only sound in the alley was the scuffling of feet and grunts of exertion as they wrestled against the wet paint, smearing it across skin and clothing.
Finally, Namjoon gained the upper hand and shoved V’s chest and cheek to the now blurred city. They were both panting and flushed and Namjoon’s eyes scraped over the image before him. Grey and yellow paint smeared across V’s cheekbone and his eyes sparked with outrage. His eyes traveled further down the other man’s body, to the wrists held firm in one of Namjoon’s hands and the way his legs spread slightly. V was trying to use the leverage of his hips to push off the wall, but it only served to spark the surprising lust in Namjoon.
He leaned forward until his entire body was pressed flush against the squirming V, pinning him to the wall. The other man froze under Namjoon’s body weight. Namjoon pressed his nose to V’s jawline with a growl.
“I dreamed about kicking your ass for what you did to my art.” His breath stirred the hair at V’s nape and the other man shuddered. When he pushed his ass back against Namjoon’s crotch experimentally, all the air left Namjoon’s lungs in a whoosh.
He flipped V around and slammed his back to the wall again, his hand loosely wrapped around the other man’s throat. He tightened his fingers slightly and watched V’s pupils dilate and his lips part with a soft gasp.
“Choke me like you hate me,” breathed V into the cool evening air, pressing his throat harder into Namjoon’s hand.
“I do hate you,” Namjoon snapped, tightening his grip again.
“Then it will be easy.” V’s voice dropped even further, making Namjoon’s cock stir with interest. When V’s thigh shoved between his legs Namjoon groaned before he could check the sound, his chin dropping to his chest, breathing fast.
He squeezed his hand until he could feel V’s airway close off. The other man leaned his head back against the wall and squeezed his legs around Namjoon’s thick thigh.
A shout made them spring apart as the beam of a flashlight fell on them. Shit, he’d forgotten about the patrol.
Ditching the paint, they both tore out of the other end of the alley with the police officer in hot pursuit. They ran as fast as they could, often turning to taunt the officer behind them. It had been a long time since he had to run from the law and he’d forgotten how much fun it could be. The night air whipping past his face served to cool his aching need. He couldn’t believe that he reacted that way to V of all people.
Namjoon was so deep in his mental contemplation of the last ten minutes that he missed the flashing lights as they rounded a corner and ran right into a waiting police cruiser. The pair of officers easily caught both artists and slammed them against the car, fastening their wrists in handcuffs behind their backs.
“I hate you so much,” Namjoon growled against the car but V just laughed, his face flushed with the thrill of the chase and his eyes danced with humor.
“Oh, come on, that was fun,” V chuckled.
Namjoon was still grumbling when they were stuffed into the back of the police car. Thick plexiglass separated the back seat from the front and Namjoon stared at his reflection in the smooth surface. Great , he had paint all over his face as well. His newest piece was ruined and he would have to start from scratch again.
V was shifting restlessly in his seat as they glided towards the precinct. He finally slumped against the backrest with a huff. He rolled his head to regard Namjoon with a bored expression.
“Hey, you’re an old man. Do you have a pen or a paperclip?” His voice was low as the cop pulled into a convenience store parking lot.
“Old man? Fuck you.” Namjoon snapped. The cop slid out of the car, leaving the two of them alone in the backseat, but neither man took much notice.
“Do you want to get out of this car or not?” V leaned forward and shook his cuffed hands behind his back.
Namjoon worked his jaw for a long time before he muttered darkly, “Paperclip. In my front pocket.”
V’s eyebrows shot up. “Seriously? You have one?”
“Yes, now pull it out before the cop comes back.” He lifted his hips slightly to allow V better access to his pocket. The younger man waggled his eyebrows suggestively, but Namjoon just rolled his eyes.
V turned his back to dig in Namjoon’s pants with his bound hands. His fingers slid around Namjoon’s lap in their blind search, skimming closer and closer to Namjoon’s cock which was twitching like a traitor. The teasing touches were stirring his need once again and Namjoon had to fight to keep his breath steady. One brush of fingertips was all his member received before V finally moved in the right direction and found his pocket. After some digging, he managed to nearly pull the paper clip free.
Without warning, V swooped his head down towards Namjoon’s lap, nosing the paperclip out the rest of the way and taking it between his lips. He paused for a moment and Namjoon’s head fell back to the seat when he realized that this is what it would look like if he were to fuck V’s mouth.
“I see someone is interested,” V’s voice floated up from Namjoon’s lap where his grey sweatpants were doing very little to hide his growing erection. He looked up without moving from his position speaking with a husky timbre to his voice even with the paper clip held between his teeth. “What is it that’s got you so turned on, hum? I bet it’s the handcuffs.”
He sat up and leaned into Namjoon’s space. “I bet you’d like it if I tied you up and fucked you until you screamed my name.” He glanced down at Namjoon’s lips for a moment before returning to lock gazes. “It’s Taehyung, by the way.”
Namjoon sucked in a breath. He’d never been turned on by being tied up before, but his cock twitched hard at the thought of being bound and at V’s mercy.
“You wish,” Namjoon replied lowly, his face flushing in the dark car.
V, no Taehyung , rolled his eyes and leaned forward, extending one side of the paperclip in his mouth towards Namjoon. “We need to straighten it out so I can use it to pick the lock on the handcuffs.”
He leaned even closer until the warm metal was pressed against Namjoon’s lips. This brought Taehyung’s full mouth a hair's breadth away from his own and Namjoon’s pulse quickened at the closeness. He carefully grabbed the side of the paper clip with his teeth and pulled gently, pointedly ignoring the way Taehyung’s pupils were blown wide and the little pleased noises he was making.
When they were unbending the final part of the thin metal Namjoon felt Taehyung’s tongue dart out, tasting the seam of Namjoon’s mouth as he retrieved the completed tool. He sat back and regarded Namjoon for a moment.
“On second thought, you take it and drop it into my hands.” Taehyung surged forward and slid their lips together, careful to avoid impaling themselves on the metal. He slid his tongue into Namjoon’s mouth and licked one teasing stroke before transferring the pick to Namjoon. He immediately leaned away and turned so Namjoon could drop the metal piece into his waiting hands.
Namjoon shook the haze from his brain and spit the tool into Taehyung’s palm. Immediately, the other man turned back and looked out the back window of the car towards the convenience store. As Namjoon watched, Taehyung twisted around completely until his back was pressed to the plexiglass window behind the driver’s seat. His eyes were trained out the back window, but his hands worked furiously at the lock on his handcuffs.
“Ah, I can’t do it from this angle.” He said with a frustrated growl. When he turned his head and looked at Namjoon, he got a wicked glint in his eye that was worrisome. Before he could object, Taehyung had thrown a knee over Namjoon’s lap and straddled him as he continued to work the lock.
Namjoon grunted at the weight of the other man in his lap. His cock was painfully hard after all the teasing of the past few minutes and the way Taehyung was rocking his hips while he wiggled around picking the lock was not helping matters.
“Mmm don’t you think this is much better, hyung?” Taehyung rolled his hips in the most sensuous way that rubbed so perfectly against him that he almost cried out. “I can see out the window much better and I have more room to work.” He did another hip roll that did pull a moan of pleasure from Namjoon.
“Not your hyung,” Namjoon managed. If his hands were free, he would grab hold of those hips and properly grind. Wait , he hated this man. This gorgeous man that was currently riding him in the backseat of a police car while they were handcuffed. Shit .
Taehyung leaned down and licked the shell of his ear as he ground mercilessly against him. “Then what should I call you?” He gave a hard buck of his hips. “RM? No, no artist names.” He bucked again and Namjoon whined at the sensation. Suddenly there was a hand in his hair, fisting the black locks and tugging sharply. Namjoon cried out, he was so close; his fingers stretched out and fisted uselessly behind his back while he pulled against the handcuffs. The pleasure-pain was driving him higher as Taehyung’s unrelenting grinding rubbed him just right.
Teeth scraped sharply against his ear, catching on the piercing at his lobe and tugging the hoop with his tongue. “If you don’t tell me what to call you, I’m going to resort to Old Man…” Taehyung let the threat hang in the air.
“Namjoon,” he growled, his eyes sparking with irritation.
“Mmm good boy. Now,” Taehyung slid his hand down the front of Namjoon’s sweatpants, wrapping his fingers around Namjoon tightly. “Cum for me, Namjoon.” He pumped his hand quickly and with the perfect amount of pressure. His other hand had rucked up Namjoon’s t-shirt exposing his stomach. An act he was grateful for when moments later he was cumming in hot spurts all over his skin rather than his shirt.
Taehyung slid off his lap and looked around for a cloth or something to clean up with. When he came up with nothing, Namjoon watched him shrug then dive for the cum soaked skin. He was cleaning up Namjoon’s stomach with long, slow licks of his tongue and Namjoon was sure he was about to cum again just from watching that.
When he finished, Taehyung sucked each of his own fingers clean. Deeming them both clean, he reached forward and pulled Namjoon’s shirt down then tucked him back into his pants. Then he smirked and the bad feeling from earlier came roaring back.
Before he had time to question it, Taehyung turned away and did something to his door then it popped open, freeing the other man who dove from the vehicle. He poked his head in one last time and blew Namjoon a kiss.
“This was fun, we should do it again sometime.” With that, he was gone, shutting the door behind him and leaving Namjoon still handcuffed in the backseat.
Oh he really hated that man.
Weeks passed after the patrol car incident with no sign of Taehyung. The piece that they had destroyed went unfinished since Namjoon couldn’t stand the sight of the smeared paint and clear impressions of their activities that night.
Namjoon moved on to new locations and new pieces, but the taunting messages he’d come to expect never appeared. He wandered from street to street, looking for anything new by V, but he came up empty. The one time he left a scathing comment on the sidewalk in front of one of V’s pieces, the message was still there when he returned the following night and every subsequent night afterwards.
He was beginning to get worried until exactly a month after their encounter, a paperclip appeared at the corner of the wall he’d been working on. It was small, at the very corner of the wall and he wouldn’t have noticed it if he hadn’t been looking for something. He ran his fingers over the silver paint and looked around sharply. The paint was still wet.
Running to the end of the alley, he looked both ways down the street, but found the road devoid of life. Damnit , this was driving him crazy. When he got his hands on that man… He felt the ghost of Taehyung’s hand wrapped around his straining cock and adjusted himself. A frustrated growl escaped his throat and he turned back to continue his work.
After that single paperclip had appeared, little breadcrumbs started to materialize around town. V was painting again, but his pieces were no longer minimalist. Rather they seemed to be designed to torment Namjoon. Paintings of convenience stores, police cruisers, and- most popularly- handcuffs, were appearing near Namjoon’s current works. Once he almost died when he stepped on a toy police car that was left on the sidewalk in front of a work in progress.
After another few weeks of this torture, Namjoon returned to a wall he had just begun to sketch out to find that V had completely painted over his work. Namjoon threw down his bag of cans, his curses bouncing off the walls around him.
Namjoon stared at the new piece, still so fresh that the smell of wet paint hung in the damp evening air. It was a line of motel room doors. Behind the building, Taehyung had painted a bright neon sign that proclaimed the name of the motel and Namjoon’s eyebrows furrowed. He turned his head and saw the same motel sign flashing brightly across the street. He stepped closer to the wall to get a better look at one of the doors and stepped on something. Bending over, he retrieved a plastic card from the ground in front of the work. It was a card key like those used at hotels. Slowly his eyes traveled back to the painted door. There, just below the sign for room number 102 was painted a silver paper clip.
His grip tightened around the key as he glanced between the painted version of the motel and the real thing. Making up his mind, he turned on his heel and made his way out of the alley away from the motel. He had to go pick up a few things.
An hour later he stood before room 102 with a bag slung over his shoulder. He flicked the card key between his fingers while he debated on knocking. Clenching his jaw, he slid the card into the lock and turned the handle. The door swung open on oiled hinges and Namjoon stepped inside.
The room was dark, illuminated only by the light coming from below the bathroom door and the streetlights outside the window. He heard the shower running and took the chance to look around the room. Flicking on the bedside table lamp, he dropped his bag to the floor and took in his surroundings. The room itself was generic save for a bed covered in black satin sheets. There was no luggage to speak of save for a bag covered in streaks of paint like someone had been wiping their fingers on it while tagging a wall. A buzzing sound alerted Namjoon to the cell phone that was tossed on the bed. Lifting it from where it was nestled amongst the smooth fabric, he was surprised to find it was not password protected.
The occupant of the room had received a text message from someone named Chimchim that simply read “have fun.” Dismissing the new message alert, Namjoon had full view of the wallpaper on the phone and tilted his head at what he saw there. It was one of his cityscapes. Curious, he opened the photos folder. What he found there had him plopping onto the bed in shock. Pictures of every one of his pieces in various stages of completion. Some close ups of little details, other shots of the scrawled messages he left for Namjoon. Interspersed between the pictures of his art were images of a smiling Taehyung in front of his own pieces. Namjoon was pretty sure that there was more paint on the artist than on the wall behind.
A folder titled ‘at work’ caught his eye and he was suddenly shown a collection of videos. He clicked on one and almost dropped the phone. It was a video of Namjoon working on a piece. He had his headphones in and a ball cap turned around, keeping his hair off of his face. The yellowed light of the street lamps lit him in such a way that he looked like he was glowing. His brow furrowed. This was filmed last week. He scrolled through the videos and was shocked to see how many there were. How long had he been filming him in secret? All those weeks spent looking for Taehyung and he was right on the fringes of his sight.
He clicked on another video and jumped when Taehyung’s deep voice spoke from the device in his hand. He was talking to himself while he filmed Namjoon working. He had stopped and tucked the can under his arm, digging in his pocket for a lollipop. A wanton moan sounded from the tiny speakers.
“With the lollipops again? Fuck, I could watch those lips wrapped around that stick all day.” The sound of a zipper sliding down had Namjoon’s jaw falling open. A telltale slick slapping sound had a blush heating Namjoon’s cheeks when the video suddenly cut off.
As if summoned by the sound, the bathroom door opened with a cloud of steam and out strode Taehyung, skin pink from the hot water and bare except for a towel wrapped low around his narrow hips. He stopped in his tracks when he saw Namjoon sitting on the bed.
Taehyung rubbed a towel over his wet hair and smirked at the other man. “I see you got my messages.”
Namjoon held up the phone and hit play on the next video. His head canted to the side as he watched Taehyung’s expression through narrowed eyes.
“And I see you’ve been stalking me.” Namjoon replied with venom in his voice. He stood and threw the cellphone back on the bed before advancing on the other man. They were toe to toe now and Namjoon could see Taehyung’s chest quickly rise and fall as his breaths picked up.
Namjoon reached up and wrapped his long fingers around Taehyung’s throat just like the night they met. Taehyung whined at the pressure, but did not fight the hold.
“Where have you been hiding, huh? I’ve been looking for you for weeks.” Namjoon pulled Taehyung closer until his breath was ghosting over the other’s face.
“I’ve been around. What? Did you miss me, baby?” Taehyung’s half-lidded eyes roved over his face and Namjoon squeezed his fingers tighter pulling a gasp from the other man.
“More like looking for payback after you fucking left me in that cop car. I spent hours in the police station while they questioned me about how your scrawny ass managed to escape. When they finally decided that I didn’t know anything they slapped me with a fat fine and cut me loose.” Namjoon turned, dragging Taehyung by the throat as he moved. The other man walked backwards awkwardly until the backs of his legs hit the bed.
“Now,” Namjoon murmured. “You’re going to pay me back.” He shoved the other man back onto the bed and moved to grab his bag from the floor. Taehyung made to sit up, but Namjoon pointed at him with a command to ‘stay.’
Taehyung laid back on the bed watching Namjoon closely. “Sorry about leaving you there. The cop was coming back and there wasn’t enough time to spring you from your cuffs and get the door open.” He paused for a moment considering. “Hey, at least you got off. I had to walk home with a raging hard on.” Namjoon made no response and continued to dig in his bag. Taehyung swallowed, trying a different tactic. “I don’t have much money…”
Namjoon looked up at that, his eyes trailing over Taehyung’s bare chest and down to the half hard cock attempting to escape the loosened towel. “That’s alright,” he said with a husky voice. “I think we can work something out.” He pulled two sets of handcuffs from the bag and jumped on Taehyung before he could roll off the bed.
They struggled for a bit, but Namjoon managed to get a cuff around one of his wrists and secured it to the bedpost. He was not surprised to find many notches in the wood there from previous tenants with similar ideas. Once one hand was bound, Taehyung only put up a token effort to stop Namjoon from cuffing his other wrist as well.
When he was completely bound, Namjoon slid off the bed to survey his work much like he did with a piece in progress. The sight before him was just as beautiful as anything he’d ever painted. Taehyung was tugging at the cuffs, but the flush on his cheeks and the clear outline of his erection mixed with the spark of fire in his eyes made the scene breathtaking.
He toed his shoes off and stepped to the edge of the bed. Taehyung was watching him with wide eyes as he approached. Tilting his head to the side he considered the edge of Taehyung’s thin towel. He ran a finger along the edge of the material before he remembered something. Digging in his pocket, he pulled out a lollipop and Taehyung nearly keened at the sight. Namjoon locked eyes with the younger man as he unwrapped the candy and slowly slid the bright red orb between his lips. Taehyung was rolling his hips with his bottom lip firmly between his teeth.
Namjoon leaned down low over the other man’s crotch and met his gaze. “Someone is very interested,” he cooed. He reached down and firmly grasped Taehyung’s hips, ensuring the towel would stay in place before he tugged the man further down the bed, pulling his arms taut and digging the metal cuffs into his wrists. Taehyung cried out at the strain, but threw his head back into the pillows and panted at the ceiling for a moment. “I bet it’s the handcuffs…”
Namjoon’s fingers trailed back down to Taehyung’s calves where the edges of the towel came together. He slid his index fingers under each side of the rough fabric separating it, the pads of his fingers barely grazing skin and revealing toned legs.
“I always did like savoring opening my presents.” He spoke without hurry, his voice thick with want. By the time he made it to Taehyung’s thighs, the younger man’s back was arching off the bed. Namjoon put a knee on the bed between Taehyung’s legs which were spreading wider in open invitation.
“No hasty paper ripping for me. I would peel back each layer until the prize lay there waiting for me. Rewarding me for my patience.” He paused the wandering path of his hands just before they reached the apex of his thighs, leaving his straining erection covered. The candy in his mouth clacked against his teeth as he moved it to the other side before pulling it out of his mouth completely and regarded the man splayed out before him like a feast.
His ministrations struck Taehyung mute as all he was able to voice were various vocalizations of want.
He turned his attention to the developing wet spot on the towel that had nothing to do with his shower. He bit his lips as he ran a finger along the outline of Taehyung’s cock causing the other man to groan at the contact. He reached up and rolled the lollipop against Taehyung’s bottom lip, staining in red then slid it into his mouth. “Hold that for me, would you?”
Finally, he wrapped his large hands around Taehyung’s thighs and ran them up to his hips, dragging the rough fabric over his heated flesh exposing him fully to Namjoon’s eyes. He licked his lips as he watched the cock throb and freely leak precum.
Taehyung tugged at the handcuffs pulling Namjoon’s attention to his face. The younger man was flushed and straining against the bindings. The stick of the lollipop danced as he sucked and swirled his tongue around the candy. Namjoon’s eyebrow raised. He could see why the other man was so turned on by his lollipop addiction.
Namjoon reached for the bag still laying on the bed and pulled out a bottle of lube and a condom. He opened the bottle of lube and dripped some onto his fingers, rubbing the cool liquid to warm it a bit before reaching between his legs.
“Now I’m gonna fuck you until you scream my name,” Namjoon growled as he leaned down.
Despite his harsh words, Namjoon’s fingers were firm but gentle as he pressed against Taehyung’s rim before dipping one digit inside.
While his hands were gentle, his mouth was fierce. He pressed hard kisses to the inside of Taehyung's thigh before biting down hard. His teeth sunk into flesh as he slid his first finger inside to the knuckle, swirling around the tight heat until the muscles began to relax.
He slid his tongue over the bite firmly causing Taehyung to cry out. The spot was red and livid; it would bruise nicely. He bit again for good measure, causing the other man to writhe below him.
“That was for tagging my pieces with your bullshit commentary,” he said against Taehyung's thigh.
“I was jealous,” Taehyung panted above him. “Your pieces are so good and you just moved in on my territory.”
Namjoon let him babble while he continued kissing and biting his way up the man’s thighs.
“When you first showed up, my friends told me to paint over your work, but I couldn’t do it. No matter how pissed off I was, I couldn’t bring myself to destroy such beauty. I-ah!”
He licked the skin where Taehyung’s hip met his pelvis, carefully avoiding contact with the rigid flesh mere inches away from his face. He pulled back and blew cool air on the wet trail and Taehyung’s words faltered.
“Don’t let me stop you. Do continue telling me how good I am.” He slid his eyes up until he locked gazes with the other man. “Or you can tell me just how many times you jerked off to me with a lollipop in my mouth.”
The other man flushed a deep crimson that ran half way down his chest. “I, uh,” he stammered.
Namjoon pulled his finger out and applied more lube. This time two fingers teased his entrance and Taehyung struggled with coherent speech.
“Aw come on. You wanted to talk, so talk.” Namjoon purred as he slowly worked his fingers inside while his other palm rubbed over the bite mark on his thigh that was already turning dark purple.
“Ah, I don’t know. Mmm… uh, four maybe five times?” Came Taehyung’s halting response as his brain cells struggled to fire under Namjoon’s thorough attention.
Namjoon brought his hand down in a sharp slap against the bruised thigh and Taehyung cried out.
“That was for using me as fantasy fuel without my permission. If you’re going to get off while looking at me, I will be present and aware.” Namjoon slapped his thigh again while he spread his slick fingers inside and Taehyung keened.
“Fuck! I can’t help it. The lollipops, ugh. Why do you eat them so often? It should be a sin how good you look with one in your mouth.” Taehyung was babbling again. The lollipop from earlier still tucked into his cheek.
He leaned back down until his mouth was hovering over Taehyung’s cock, which twitched closer begging for attention. “I like sweet things. They helped me quit smoking and after that, I just liked the feeling of having something in my mouth while I work.”
His two fingers were freely moving inside so he added a third as he flicked his tongue out to taste the precum dripping down Taehyung’s length.
Taehyung tugged at the handcuffs again. Namjoon saw the wild look in his eyes and raised an eyebrow.
“I want to touch you so badly,” Taehyung whined, digging the metal into his skin once more. “Also, how are you still dressed? I can’t even tell if you’re enjoying this. Well, other than that evil smile and, oh god , dimples . Fuck, oh fuck .”
Namjoon was grinning at Taehyung's stream of consciousness falling from his lips as he slid his fingers in and out with painstaking slowness. The room suddenly became silent when Namjoon wrapped his lips around Taehyung’s length.
After all the teasing, Namjoon was careful not to bring him to climax just yet. He slowly slid his mouth up and down in time with his fingers until he was sure that the other man was sufficiently prepped. He curled his fingers against the sweet spot once before pulling out completely. When he leaned back, Taehyung was a trembling mess.
He licked his lips and hummed appreciatively wiping the spit from the corner of his lip with his thumb. “Mmm, so sweet.”
Fingers slid out of Taehyung's stretched warmth and Namjoon pulled his shirt over his head. He stood, wiping his fingers on the black satin sheets before palming himself through his sweatpants.
“I should just leave you here. Tied to the bed. Prepped and ready for my cock.” He rubbed himself a little harder. The indignant look on Taehyung's face pulled a laugh out of him.
"Hey! I got you off before I left you at least!” Taehyung whined, his face pulled into a scowl.
Namjoon considered him for a moment then pulled his sweatpants and underwear off in one movement. Stepping out of the fabric pooled at his feet, he knelt on the bed again.
“Oh, Sugar. I wouldn’t leave such a beautiful present without playing with it first.” He grabbed the condom and tore it open, his eyes never leaving the younger. He gasped as the tight rubber rolled down his aching cock. He’d been neglecting it while he took Taehyung apart and now he was painfully hard.
He slicked himself with lube once more before applying a liberal amount to Taehyung's entrance which fluttered in response. He lined himself up and paused, making Taehyung rock his hips in need while he growled in frustration.
He reached out and plucked the lollipop from between Taehyung’s lips and chuckled when the other man pouted at the loss. Namjoon examined the candy and hummed. “I think, I’ll take my payment now.”
“W-what?” Taehyung’s eyes danced around the room and his brows drew down.
“For leaving me and making me pay that fucking fine. You aren't allowed to cum until I’m done with this lollipop.” He slid it between his lips and smirked at Taehyung’s bewildered expression.
The other man's head fell back against the pillow and muttered darkly. “Should have bitten the thing when I had the chance.”
Namjoon just laughed and gripped both his hips, lifting them to slide a pillow under. “Yeah, you should have”
Then he was moving his hips forward as he slid into the other man’s white-hot heat. Holy hell he was tight .
He moved slowly allowing both of them time to adjust as he sank deeper. After what felt like an eternity, Namjoon was finally fully seated inside. They both panted with the barely restrained effort to rock against the other.
Taehyung had been oddly silent the whole time.
“Gonna be hard to scream my name if you’re not talking. What happened to that constant chatter while I had my fingers inside you? Did my cock finally shut you up?” He rolled his hips at the last part and Taehyung's head flew back, his bottom lip firmly between his teeth.
“I’ve been thinking of my next piece.” He managed with a trembling voice.
“Oh? Am I boring you?” He slid almost completely out and Taehyung jerked against the restraints as he tried to sit up.
“No! Oh, fuck no. Quite the opposite.” He locked eyes with Namjoon, his chest heaving. “I’m just trying not to cum until Daddy says so.”
Namjoon took the lollipop out of his mouth. A small orb still remained clinging to the white stick. “Let’s see how long you can last.” He replaced the sweet between his lips and snapped his hips forward, burying himself to the hilt.
Taehyung sobbed at the sudden intrusion and rolled his hips taking in all Namjoon had to offer. A groan worked its way up from deep within Namjoon’s chest as he set a steady pace.
He leaned down and placed both hands on either side of Taehyung’s head. The new position teased against the bundle of nerves deep inside the younger man. Taehyung gasped at the sensation and arched up, pressing their chests together. Namjoon rolled his hips, grinding deeper. Taehyung’s length was pressed between them and he rutted against Namjoon’s stomach to chase that friction.
Namjoon’s eyes traced over Taehyung's face. Being this close brought the smallest details into light. He noticed the little moles and his thick eyelashes that brushed against his cheeks when his eyes fluttered closed. Along his jawline was a smudge of dried paint that he’d missed in the shower and the sight made Namjoon smile before he shook his head and focused on what he was doing.
The new position had words tumbling from Taehyung's lips again even with his eyes squeezed closed.
“God, I should have let you find me sooner. I was so scared you would beat my ass, but I never thought it would be like this. Oh yeah, punish me Daddy.”
Namjoon snorted out a laugh, but didn’t stop the smooth rolling of his hips. The tightness was making the heat build low in his stomach and he knew he wouldn’t last much longer. Taehyung was barely hanging on, now babbling about different paint colors as he went back to planning his next mural to distract himself.
He turned his head and pulled the lollipop from his mouth once more. It was nearly gone now. When he looked back down Taehyung’s eyes were open and trained on him. Namjoon’s eyes slid down to the other man’s lips and he could see where the candy had stained them red. He lowered his face without thinking and tasted those lips. The sweetness still clung to the soft skin and Namjoon hummed in appreciation.
Both men stopped their grinding and simply moved their lips together. The slide of lips and tongues spurring on the building passion just as much as fucking had. When the kiss became more heated, more aggressive, Namjoon drove into Taehyung with force. He bit Namjoon’s lower lip and whined when the other man pulled away slightly.
The nearly forgotten lollipop replaced Namjoon’s lips and Taehyung took it happily, locking eyes with Namjoon and crunching down on what remained.
With the stick still held between his teeth, he growled, “Fuck me, Daddy. Fuck me like you hate me.”
Namjoon wrapped one hand around Taehyung’s throat and leaned some of his weight there, pressing the man into the pillows. His other hand wrapped around his cock and pumped fast, using only the precum smeared there as lubrication.
“Then cum for me Sugar. Let me see it.” Namjoon panted while his hips lost their smooth rhythm, his climax fast approaching.
In the next instant Taehyung was cumming all over his stomach and Namjoon’s hand, shouting "Joon" into the darkened room over and over. Namjoon released the other’s throat in favor of gripping his hip. A few more deep thrusts and Namjoon was climaxing hard enough to make the edges of his vision darken.
After a few minutes of recovery- during which his brain returned from whatever distant plane it had flown to- Namjoon slid out of a boneless Taehyung and walked to the bathroom to take care of the condom. When he returned, Taehyung was still laying in the exact same way, staring at the ceiling with vacant eyes and a stupid grin.
“That…” Taehyung managed to say. “That was amazing.”
Namjoon grunted in agreement and dug out the handcuff key from his bag. Taehyung’s head lolled to the side when Namjoon approached the bed again. “That was my first time bottoming, you know.” Namjoon froze with the key in the cuff. He looked down at Taehyung’s wrists which were angry red with torn skin and beads of blood in some places.
Taehyung didn’t seem to notice the guilt that was nipping at him because he just continued on. “Mmm, if I’d have known that it would be like that…” He let the sentence hang in the air and sent Namjoon a lazy smile.
The older man swallowed and unlocked the cuff, freeing his wrist. It was the best sex that he’d had in his life, but he’d be damned if he would admit that. He went to move to the other side of the bed, but a sharp slap on his ass had him turning back to see a wicked smile on Taehyung’s face. His index and middle finger were wet with cum and Namjoon raised an eyebrow, then looked back at his buttcheek which was now sporting a white V. He looked back with a bored expression.
Taehyung’s eyes glittered and said with a sex roughened rumble in his voice, “Mine.”
Namjoon scoffed and turned back to face the man that was still cuffed to the bed with an unimpressed expression painted on his features. He grabbed the other man’s abused wrist then proceeded to suck the two digits clean. Taehyung’s face was slack and flushed when Namjoon finished. Looking down, he could see that the action had stirred Taehyung’s cock to life once more.
With a smug smirk, he picked up his discarded clothes and quickly got dressed. This snapped Taehyung out of the fugue state that Namjoon’s mouth had sucked him into. He was putting the last of his things in his bag when the younger man finally spoke.
“Hey, what the fuck? You can’t just leave me here!” He made it up to his knees from his previously prone position.
Namjoon cocked an eyebrow at him and stalked forward. “Oh yeah?” He grabbed the back of Taehyung’s head and crashed their mouths together. It was a rough, messy clash of teeth and tongues as they fought for dominance. Finally, Namjoon slipped something into his mouth and stepped back.
Taehyung pulled the paperclip out of his mouth and looked up at Namjoon who was already at the door.
“Let me know if you’re ever up for round two.” He winked at the younger man. “See you around, Sugar.” With that, he stepped through the door and out into the night.
Namjoon wondered if he would ever hear from Taehyung again. It had been about a week and the other man was still in the wind. He knew from previous experience that he would not be found until he was ready to be found. Still, every night he painted, he found himself looking over his shoulder to see if the other man was lurking in the shadows filming him again.
He watched the walls carefully. The last time he found him was through tagging so maybe the same method would work a second time. A few nights later, he found it.
Namjoon stopped dead in front of a vibrantly colored mural and didn’t need to check the signature to know to whom this masterpiece belonged. It wasn’t his normal color pallet, but the two crossed lollipops screamed his name. The red globes shone like they were freshly pulled from someone’s mouth and one was even dripping. Something caught his eye and he stepped closer. A smile stretched his lips as he saw tiny writing along the place where the candy met the stick. A phone number.
He pulled out his phone and immediately dialed. It rang once before a deep voice answered.
“Hey Sugar, got your message. You ready for round two?”
For months afterwards, people around town noticed a shift in the graffiti art in the area. A theme of paper clips and lollipops were popping up in the fresh works on the walls around town. Some were obvious while others were hidden within the greater picture. Sometimes the paint was smeared where someone had obviously leaned against the still-wet surface. It was a shame, really, to see that art ruined by someone so careless.
The one thing that had disappeared completely were the nasty messages between the artists sharing the territory. The people didn’t miss it.