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seokjin loves getting fucked like this. he’s not sure what exactly it is; maybe it’s how he feels so small under yoongi like this, maybe it’s the way he doesn’t have to do any work, maybe it’s the way yoongi grips so tightly on his waist that he knows there will be angry red marks when they finish. either way, seokjin loves this; face pressed down into the sheets while yoongi fucks him hard. his pace is unrelenting, yoongi is moaning loud behind him, and seokjin can do nothing but take it.
yoongi loves this too; it’s a no-nonsense kind of day. he had cut the teasing, opened seokjin up quickly but thoroughly, fucking him with three fingers and too much lube until he had pushed him face down onto the bed. seokjin’s cock hangs heavy between his legs and his ass is hiked in the air, and yoongi sweats as he hammers into him. he leans over so he can suck hickeys onto the base of seokjin’s shoulder, and that’s when he has an epiphany.
there’s a little wet patch on the sheet where seokjin is drooling a little, and he doesn’t even care. he doesn’t mind that he looks like some desperate animal, face down and rutting back onto yoongi’s cock, dripping onto the bedsheets while being fucked stupid until the only thing he can say is yoongi’s name over and over again. it feels so good like this; in this position yoongi’s cock splits him open deep, head dragging against his prostate whenever he pulls out for another thrust. seokjin crosses his arms and rests his forehead on them. “yoongi—” his name is punctuated by a sharp moan when yoongi grunts and his nails dig into his skin. “yoongi, faster.”
yoongi unpeels himself from the broad expanse of seokjin’s back, roots one hand into his hair before grabbing the dark locks and pulling them harshly. sharp pain shoots through seokjin’s body and his head pulls off of the sheets and when he cries out it’s loud and clear, no longer muffled by the bed. if anything, the pain only makes him even more aroused. everything is so overwhelming and good and his eyes are damp from the flurry of pleasure hitting him.
and then—
yoongi pulls out completely. seokjin pushes up on his arms, looking over his shoulder with a glare. “what the fuck—”
“ssh.” yoongi says, hand in his hair again, this time pushing his head back down onto the bed. “trust me. give me a minute.”
seokjin huffs, but complies. he hears yoongi leave the bed to rummage through their bedside drawer. he thought tonight it was going to be straight-up fucking with no funny business, and while seokjin won’t complain, he is slightly (very) impatient. he had felt the build-up of an orgasm, been right on the brink. he breathes slowly, calms himself down while trying not to focus on the loss of yoongi inside of him, on how empty he feels—
he shuts his eyes, so he feels rather than sees yoongi rejoin him on the bed. he feels the mattress dip beside him and feels yoongi’s hands, gentle (for the moment) on the back of his neck.
“lift?”
seokjin is still huffing. it’s not until he feels the sharp pull on his hair that he agrees, raising his head. yoongi quickly wraps the material around his neck, fastening it to seokjin’s favourite degree; tight and just enough so that he feels the pinch.
the collar is one of seokjin’s favourites; thick leather with delicate black material along the edges, feeling deceptively soft and delicate against his skin compared to the tightness of the unrelenting leather. there’s a large silver hoop in the front (one that yoongi has no problem using when he wants to pull him around a bit) and seokjin feels the delicious restriction when he swallows.
usually the collar is only used for very specific scenes, and when he raises a questioning eyebrow yoongi grins. “is this okay? i want to try something.”
the matching leash is in his hands too. seokjin’s mouth goes dry when he nods, and fuck, he’s so hard it hurts.
he feels yoongi clip it onto the back of the collar and seokjin lets his forehead fall back down onto the bed. yoongi kneels behind them and a heavy breath pushes from his lungs as he pushes in. seokjin hums in delight at the pure satisfaction of feeling yoongi slide home, opening around him as he pushes in deep.
“come on, hurry up.”
yoongi takes off from there; first he thrusts slowly, deeply, before working back up to his rapid pace from before. seokjin is acutely aware of the collar around his neck as he moans into the sheets.
then, yoongi yanks on the leash, hard.
seokjin gasps, crying out as he yanks his head back up, following the strain.
“if you keep muffling your moans i won’t let you finish.” yoongi’s pace doesn’t even let up as he pulls seokjin back with the leash, and the little spikes of pain set seokjin’s skin on fire. his mind feels like it’s going to burst, everything feels so good.
yoongi wraps the leash around his wrist, shortening it, pulling again until seokjin has to come to all fours instead of collapsing in the middle. yoongi isn’t even hitting that deep anymore, going fast and shallow as he chases his own orgasm, like seokjin is just a tool for him to get off with and honestly—the thought turns seokjin on even more. he ruts back, trying to meet him as much as he can, whining whenever he feels the collar biting into his skin.
and yoongi; yoongi sounds so hot, moaning above him as their skin slaps together, still wet and messy from the excessive amount of lube yoongi used earlier. it drips down the backs of his thighs, and it makes the noise of their skin meeting even louder, stickier. yoongi has one hand gripping his waist, the other tight around the collar, using it to guide seokjin back into his thrusts like he really is just a fucking animal.
seokjin is close; the collar tight around his throat changes the mood so much that it is stifling, he just wants to come, wants yoongi to come, and his mind is in such a haze of pleasure and pain that he can’t think.
and then, yoongi is pulling the leash again, insisting on seokjin coming up to his knees. he lets himself fall back onto yoongi, back pressed against yoongi’s chest. yoongi supports his weight, the leash making seokjin curve his back with his head on yoongi’s shoulder. yoongi can only grind slowly into him in this position but he’s so deep now, seokjin’s weight bearing down on them both. a heavy sigh leaves seokjin; he’s right on the edge, getting off on yoongi fucking using him like this, bossing him around even when seokjin is so much bigger.
his cock is leaking precum everywhere, aching and hard against his stomach even when he hasn’t been touched.
“come on, seokjin,” yoongi says, voice quiet and low in his ear. “come untouched like a good bitch.”
on the word bitch he reaches in front of seokjin and he fucking slaps his cock, not very hard, but hard enough for a shot of pain and pleasure to rock through his entire body, and seokjin comes with a loud cry. it’s so much; yoongi knows exactly which buttons to press, exactly which one of seokjin’s kinks to indulge to get him to come like this. it’s so much, and he continues to whimper pathetically while yoongi holds him through his orgasm, holding his weight steady while seokjin comes all over himself.
after a few moments pass, he helps seokjin lie back down on the bed, and seokjin feels dirty in the best way possible. he’s sticky in cum and lube and sweat (and there are a few tears in his eyes, but the best kind). he looks over his shoulder to meet yoongi’s eyes, because yoongi still hasn’t finished.
“keep going.”
“are you sure?”
“yes.”
it doesn’t take yoongi too long to hit his orgasm after that; he grinds into seokjin, relaxed and pliant, then curls over him to suck another hickey on his back before he comes. seokjin basks in the familiar feeling of being filled and sighs, tired and content.
they catch their breath, yoongi still pressed against his back. he leaves a few kisses between his shoulder blades before pulling out gingerly, immediately moving to the head of the bed. he slides a finger into the hoop on seokjin’s collar to tilt up his head so he can kiss him deeply.
“how was that?”
seokjin grins up at him, still dazed. “amazing.”
“you’re so good.” yoongi looks tired but his grin is full of open fondness as he reaches around to unhook the leash, then take off the collar, rubbing seokjin’s neck soothingly. “such a good bitch.”
seokjin laughs where he lies, resting his head in yoongi’s lap.