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"Hey Seok-ah." He nudges his neck softly, lying together on the trailer's couch.
At the other's hummed reply, seemingly too focused on lightly tracing Yoongi's arm, he continues, "Can you tell everyone we're staying a bit longer?"
"We are?"
"Really need a nap," Yoongi mutters, not bothering to hide a yawn.
The last thing he remembers before collapsing from the day's exhaustion is a kiss on his head as Hoseok stands up to let him rest, and the younger's chuckle as Yoongi apologizes for not keeping up his side of the bargain, the very thing that had convinced his boyfriend to drive to Okcheon and visit him on set.
So, needless to say, he's quite shocked to wake up sitting on a chair.
A strange feeling of deja vu spreads through him as he realizes the situation isn't unfamiliar. Still inside the trailer where he fell asleep after shooting for the video, even the chair is the same, and so is the way his hands are tied behind his back, rendering his arms useless.
His first thought is to call out for Hoseok, but a quick second one makes him bite back the name. He wouldn't be pleased with that.
A few minutes of silent fidgeting go by, his wrists staying as still as possible so as not to disturb the tape around them, until he hears footsteps that make him straighten his back.
The curtain that separates both rooms is drawn, but he's sure his heartbeat and heavy breathing can be heard on the other side, anticipation building up with each second that passes.
There's that chuckle again, only this time lower and more penetrating, making arousal jolt to life in his veins. The curtain is slowly pulled enough to let Hoseok step closer, his dark hair glistening even in the dim lighting. But Yoongi couldn't have noticed as his eyes are already trained on the floor.
"Not such a bad boy after all, are you, hm?" Hoseok teases, towering over him.
"No, sir," Yoongi replies. That's something they established for smooth communication: he's to answer every question unless explicitly told not to speak, even if his mouth is bound.
"You're gonna be good for me, yeah?" A strong hand tangles in his hair, making him relax before Hoseok pulls so he's looking up at him, seeing him for the first time since they were cuddling on the couch. Has it been an hour? More? He'll have to ask him later.
He barely registers a sigh coming from the other man's mouth, his eyes traveling down to where he's beginning to undo his jeans. "Guess you're still half asleep. This should wake your slow ass up."
Yoongi licks his lips, nodding as eagerly as he can with the hand still in his hair. "Yes, sir, sorry, sir, I'll pay attention."
Hoseok smiles as he frees his length and gives himself a few strokes, enjoying Yoongi's visible struggle to stay still. He inches closer until the head of his cock meets Yoongi's lips and he lets a small whine escape, eyes pleading for permission.
"Open up, babe," Hoseok coos, sliding in after immediate response and using the hand in Yoongi's hair to make sure he takes it all in.
His free hand comes up to cup Yoongi's cheek and wipe an invisible tear away, a stark contrast to the way he starts fucking his mouth seconds later.
Yoongi begins to moan, broken moans, unrestrained, pulsing through Hoseok as he thrusts into him, never fully pulling out.
"Pretty lips," Hoseok groans, the hand on Yoongi's cheek sliding down to rest where his neck meets his shoulder. "So, so pretty." The praise makes Yoongi grow harder just as the insults do. Just as everything else does. He can barely move his tongue around with the speed Hoseok is going at, choosing instead to suck in his cheeks when he hits his throat and blow as he slides slightly out.
After Yoongi gags for the third time, Hoseok releases his grip on him and steps back, a trail of spit attaching him to the blonde, who's too busy catching his breath to lick his lips or leave his hunched position.
"Such a messy slut," Hoseok tsks, and wipes the back of his hand on the wet chin only to clean himself on Yoongi's cheek.
"S-sorry, sir," Yoongi croaks out, coughing and swallowing in an attempt to ease his soreness. The touch also makes him painfully aware of the fact that Hoseok hasn't kissed him yet, but it could just be that he doesn't want to crouch down.
"Hm, you will be. If you stop behaving," Hoseok reassures him. He's expecting a smile in response, but frowns himself, an experienced, perceptive dom. "You okay, honey?"
Yoongi looks up and nods, stuttering, "I... I just..."
Suddenly Hoseok is right there at eye level, actually crouching. He's a bit startled and leans back, but the other's big eyes are soothing. "Talk to me."
Yoongi swallows and tries again, more confident this time. "Sir, can you... Could you kiss me?"
Hoseok's smile breaks out from under his character then, and he tries to hide it with a shake of his head. He brings his hand down on Yoongi's thigh, pushing him with a finger on his shoulder until he hits the back of the chair, never breaking eye contact.
Yoongi's breath hitches even as Hoseok bends over him, his hot breath tingling. "I guess you can have a little kiss..." he murmurs, slowly closing the gap between their mouths until he's quite devouring him.
Yoongi moans lowly and Hoseok squeezes his thigh, his other hand going to his hair again and down to his neck. Yoongi kisses back fiercely, all pants and wet tongue, and suddenly Hoseok's hand on his thigh is moving upward and he's certain he'll rip a hole through the front of his jeans.
His hips buck up involuntarily when Hoseok's hand ghosts over his crotch, pulling another chuckle out of him. He keeps it there for a few seconds, encouraging Yoongi to seek some friction, but after the older whimpers, he rushes to free his erection with both hands, slightly pulling away from the kiss to look down at what he's doing.
Yoongi takes the opportunity to quietly ramble in between short kisses, a string of "ah"s and "oh"s and "y-yes, sir, please, thank you" and "feels so good" and "just need- touch me-" and then Hoseok is doing just that, touching him without any clothes in the way, and Yoongi's crying out as his neglected cock is pumped and Hoseok licks and kisses and sucks on his exposed neck.
It takes just a couple more flicks of his wrist and a swipe over his slit before he's begging to come, Hoseok ignoring him as he slides a hand under his shirt and nibbles on the number of bruises sprinkled around his neck. Yoongi couldn't care less, makeup will cover them. Right now all he can focus on is Hoseok's hands and Hoseok's mouth and Hoseok's scent and Hoseok's possessive grunts and Hoseok Hoseok Hoseok.
"Sir please I can't please please I've been good please please sir I-"
"No."
Yoongi sobs as Hoseok's hand finds a nipple and strokes over it, contorting to escape the sensations and lean into them, feeling surrounded on all sides and drowning into Hoseok's multiple touches, babbling to try and get the release he so desperately craves.
"Look at me," Hoseok rasps, and Yoongi forces his eyes open, moaning as he locks them with Hoseok's dark and hungry ones.
"Please... Please please... Ah... N-no..." Yoongi murmurs as Hoseok's hands pull away from him, leaving him suddenly empty and cold.
"If you can't control yourself, you don't get to be touched." Hoseok wipes his precum-streaked hand on Yoongi's shirt and stands up, stroking his thumb over Yoongi's now falling tears and smearing his dark eye makeup.
Yoongi closes his eyes and nuzzles the hand on his cheek, shuddering from his interrupted high. "I-I can, sir, I can, I w-was doing s-so well..."
"Yes, you were. Better not ruin that, hm?" Hoseok smiles and moves to clean the nearby table of any objects that might get in the way, Yoongi still willing the pulse in his groin to go down.
"R-right, sir, th-thank you."
Hoseok is back at his side, cradling his head against his crotch. Yoongi can smell him so overwhelmingly. "Good boy. I think you deserve a reward, you're being so good for me. Can you stand up?"
Yoongi blinks a few times, slightly dazed by all the possibilities running through his mind, and nods, Hoseok lifting him from the chair with his hands under his sticky armpits.
Once he's balanced he's pushed down onto the table with a gasp, his jeans and underwear pulled down and off his feet along with his boots. Then Hoseok's hands are on his ass, kneading and spreading him, and he wiggles into it, his still hard erection threatening to bump against the underside of the table.
"You're beautiful, Yoongi. And all mine," Hoseok seethes, swiping the head of his cock along Yoongi's rim, then kneeling down to lap at it.
Yoongi sighs contentedly. "All yours, sir." He hears the pop of a bottle of lube opening and spreads his legs a bit more for Hoseok's prodding tongue, and eventually for his slick fingers.
One at a time, he works them inside a relaxed Yoongi, kissing and biting his cheeks and thighs every now and then. He's getting impatient but stays silent apart from a few soft purrs, and then Hoseok's three fingers finally graze his prostate and he lurches forward, growing impossibly harder once again. "Sir... Need you inside me, please," he manages.
Hoseok kisses above his fingers and curls them, standing up. "How can I say no when you've been such a good pet." Yoongi doesn't know if he's drooling from the pressure in his ass or the almost constant praise he's receiving.
After too long, to Yoongi at least, Hoseok pulls out his fingers and quickly replaces them with his cock, inching inside slowly as he leans over to whisper in Yoongi's ear, over his soft moans, "You can come after I do." He accentuates the last word with a sharp thrust that halts Yoongi's breathing as his brain struggles to catch up, but Hoseok stays ahead of him and thrusts again and again, pulling all sort of noises out of his mouth.
One hand snakes around his neck while the other grips the tape that Yoongi finds holds tighter than when a crew member tied his hands for the video. Of course. Hoseok knows what he's doing and, unlike the staff, does not want him to break out of it.
Not that he would try to. He loves being at the mercy of Hoseok, only moving what he's allowed to move. Sometimes Hoseok's words are as restraining as rope, something that earns him gushed praise each time.
Hoseok sucks and nibbles at his ear, tightening the hand on his neck as he, too, feels closer to his orgasm. Yoongi knows it's pointless to beg after being given permission, but he also knows what it does to Hoseok to hear him wrecked and desperate, and perhaps he knows his reaction will heighten his own pleasure.
So when Hoseok grunts out something that sounds like "You like this, don't you, you slut", and moves his grip on the tape to Yoongi's cock, he doesn't hold back, even with his throat closing in.
"Yes. Yes I love it, I'm such a f-filthy slut just for you, sir. Love it when you pound into me and t-touch me all over. Love it when you praise me a-and when you don't. Love... you... ah..."
Hoseok groans, hips stuttering and hands squeezing to cut him off. "I love you too, pretty, now come for me." And they both cry out together, Yoongi spilling into Hoseok's hand and onto the floor, Hoseok spilling inside of him.
He strokes him as he comes down from it, sliding out and leaning down to look into his heavy-lidded eyes, both smiling. "I love you, Hob-ah," he whispers, and Hoseok kisses him sweetly now, then moves to untie him.
When Yoongi's breathing starts to settle, helped by Hoseok massaging his arms and wrists, he carries him to the narrow couch and lays him carefully over a towel, covering his bare legs with a blanket.
Yoongi frowns when he doesn't feel Hoseok's warm body around him and opens his eyes to see him cleaning the floor. He can't even pretend to be angry, though, giggling at first, then laughing loudly when Hoseok looks at him, confused.
Soon enough he joins him and they share a few lazy kisses, while Hoseok rambles about how he pulled a few strings so security would let them stay until the other sets finished shooting into the night, how happy he was to see him compliant to keep his promise but ready to get him back to sleep if he didn't feel up to it, how much he loves their communication (here Yoongi interjects to appreciate Hoseok's ever present concern and awareness), how proud he is of his mixtape, how raw the lyrics are and how hot he'll look in the videos, and finally, how much he loves him.
Yoongi cuddles into him and drifts to sleep, thinking that, overall, it was a very good day.