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Sweat slides down Namjoon's neck as he waits on the leather couch next to some of the other members. They're getting ready for the post-concert photo. Condensation drips down the cold shaker bottle in his hand and lands on his whitewashed jeans, distracting Namjoon from paying attention to who's sitting around him.
They all feel exhausted, they all look it too. Namjoon is trying to stay awake as everyone slowly slumps into the room, lazily piling on top of each other next to him.
One side of the couch is occupied by Namjoon at the very end, with Jimin sitting on the arm of the couch, leaning his upper body on Namjoon's shoulder. Jungkook is on Hoseok's lap, Seokjin is on the floor, his head being held upright by Taehyung's knee.
Taehyung is plopped next to Hoseok, and Yoongi..Yoongi is the last person to walk into the room.
The elder is being rushed in by one of the staff members and he his eyes scan the room for a free spot. The couch is smaller than they're accustomed to, so Yoongi goes for the most obvious option. He sits on Namjoon's lap, and even Namjoon's exhaustion can't distract him from the sweet scent of just...Yoongi. Jimin is smirking as Yoongi makes himself comfortable on Namjoon's lap, meanwhile Namjoon just focuses on keeping his dick soft.
For the first picture, Yoongi sits up, one arm resting on Jimin's knee, the other holding up a peace sign. The second picture, that one really fucks with Namjoon's head.
Once they're given direction to smile, Yoongi leans totally backwards so that his head is resting in the crook of Namjoon's neck, eyes barely meeting the camera. Namjoon knows that Yoongi can feel how his breathing changes, he feels so warm and solid against him, almost as if he's intentionally pushing his hips downward only to drive Namjoon to the point of insanity.
Namjoon swallows hard as he tries to readjust, feeling himself start to get hard and worrying about what will happen when Yoongi eventually gets off of him.
He can feel the dampness of Yoongi's hair against his skin, the sweat intermingling with his own. Relief washes over Namjoon as the staff release them to their respective rooms, but Yoongi doesn't show any signs of moving.
The other members huff out a sigh and slowly bring themselves back to life, using their last drop of energy to walk through the dressing room and into the hallway.
Yoongi stays put until the last person is on their way out, and Namjoon doesn't even notice that Jimin is still there too, until Jimin stands up and reaches out for Yoongi to take his hands.
"I don't wanna move," Yoongi says quietly. Namjoon can swear he hears a whine in Yoongi's tone. Jimin grins and pulls Yoongi up by the arms, successfully removing Yoongi from Namjoon's lap. The tired pair turn to walk out the room, and Jimin turns back to pay Namjoon a satisfied glance, like he's glad Namjoon is suffering through this sexual frustration.
xxxx
Two weeks later, Namjoon cuts his finger open on the sliding door of the tour van. The cut is deep, too deep to slap a band-aid on it and call it a day, so they have to call their physician for help.
A bunch of them are sitting in the company building in a room where they have meetings and plan choreographies. Namjoon holds a ripped piece of cloth around his finger as the physician gathers supplies to stitch the wound back together.
Jimin, Hoseok, and Jungkook are gathered around the tabled with one of their managers. Small conversations about saftey erupt through the room and Namjoon can't focus on any of it. He's too busy sitting there, watching Jimin's concerned expression. He wants nothing more than to kiss him, reassure him that everything is going to be fine. But he doesn't. He stays in his seat.
The physician gets ready to numb Namjoon's finger and place the stitches, and just as he pulls out the needle for the numbing, Hoseok turns ghost white.
"Oh god," Hoseok says worried, looking like he's going to pass out at any moment. Namjoon notices this as well as one of the managers and suddenly Jungkook is helping lift Hoseok to his feet and guide him out of the room.
Namjoon feels bad for making everyone worry, and he totally forgot about Hoseok's aversion to needles. Jimin and their head manager are left with Namjoon as he gets his finger stitched back together. It takes a solid 20 minutes to finish the process, but Namjoon is grateful that he's isn't bleeding profusely anymore.
The physician gets up after finishing cleaning everything up and the manager follows him out of the room, quietly asking about recovery time.
Namjoon stays in his seat, staring down at his bandaged finger, trying not to worry about how it will effect the rest of the group.
Jimin is still sitting across from him, face less concerned and more calm, for which Namjoon is relieved. The younger takes Namjoon's hand in between his own and inspects the bandaged finger, index finger, the one Namjoon fingered him with not too long ago. Round eyes scan the skin of Namjoon's hand and Jimin experimentally kisses the tip of the bandage, just soft enough to barely touch it. A wave of endearment washes over Namjoon at the affectionate gesture, but the feeling dissapates instantly as Jimin places a kiss to another finger, a bare finger.
Paranoid that someone will walk in, Namjoon quickly checks the doorway, hoping the no one comes barging in on them. Jimin seems to notice the nerves and says casually, "Don't look so scared, hyung."
Namjoon's forehead creases, his heart calming down a bit. Jimin locks eyes with him as he kisses his thumb once, twice, three times, a poke of a tongue popping out on the last peck. Breathing stops for a split second as Namjoon tries not to audibly gasp. Smiling, Jimin repeats his actions with another finger, this time taking it into his mouth completely. It's mesmerizing how Namjoon's middle finger fits into Jimin's mouth all the way down his throat and then some.
Namjoon watches intently, keeping his eyes trained on Jimin's movements. Another finger enters Jimin's mouth and he runs his tongue all over, shallow then deep. Jimin spends another minute sucking on Namjoon's fingers until he stops altogether, his face flushed and warm.
Namjoon watches on silently as Jimin holds back a moan and folds his hands together tightly, like he's trying to fight the urge to touch Namjoon more. The door pops open a minute later and Namjoon is suddenly grateful for the intrusion, not wanting to sport a hard-on all the way back to the dorms.
He barely listens to the manager talking to him, too busy watching Jimin sneak out of the room with his hands restless in his pockets.
xxxx
Three more weeks pass and Namjoon's finger is fully healed, so he decides to actually try and get some work done. Although, he runs into some issues.
Something really frustrating for Namjoon is when he has a track clear in his head, but for some reason he can't translate it to what he wants it to sound like. Once again, he's stuck.
It's super late in the studio and the only other person Namjoon knows would be awake right now is Yoongi. He hesistates callin though, because Yoongi makes him very nervous nowadays, and he doesn't know how to be alone with him anymore.
So, Namjoon tries to work it out himself. He tries to message some trusted colleagues, even though none of them are awake. He tries meditatin, thinking less, trying to calm his very busy thoughts.
Nothing is working.
Sighing with frustration, Namjoon picks up his phone and messages Yoongi, then waits a few minutes for a reply.
No response.
Even more frustrated now, Namjoon reluctantly heaves himself out of the chair and storms out of his studio, walking a few doors down to Yoongi's genius lab. He doesn't bother knocking, just punches in the key code mindlessly without pause.
Once Namjoon is through the threshold, he actually pays attention to who exactly is in the room, and his heart starts beating twice as fast as before.
Yoongi is slouched in his computer chair, legs beautifully spread as wide as they can go. His hair is messy with sweat, face a cherry red color, and his hands are buried in the blonde locks of Jimin's hair.
The younger boy is on his knees, hands on Yoongi's pale thighs, bracing himself. Namjoon can't totally see from this angle but he can guess that Yoongi has his cock stuffed in Jimin's mouth.
"Oh-shit, my bad," Namjoon stutters out, although he doesn't move and inch to get away. Yoongi doesn't move either, he just glares at him with glossy eyes, his grip visibly tightening in Jimin's hair.
It's weird, because Yoongi isn't protesting Namjoon's presence, but he isn't encouraging it either. It's like he's more interested in what Namjoon will do on his own.
Namjoon subtly locks the door behind him and sits on the leather couch right across from where Yoongi is sitting. Jimin doesn't seem to register that someone new is in the room, and Namjoon kind of likes it that way.
"He's so good," Yoongi slurs out, his eyes closing every so slowly. Namjoon nods even though he doesn't realize it and says, "I know,"
Jimin moans loudly around Yoongi's cock, his voice sounding broken and gravelly. Namjoon can imagine how long they've been doing this, if Yoongi fucked Jimin's throat before he even walked in the room.
Unexpectedly, Jimin is the next one to speak, "Let me fuck you, hyung," his voice is wet from the saliva that's been pooling in his mouth, a few specks of it visibly dripping from his lips as he talks.
Yoongi pets Jimin's hair and pouts lightly, "You wanna fuck me? Wanna feel me be good for you?"
Jimin whines in reply and then Yoongi is nodding, and Jimin is moving frantically, and Namjoon is very confused. He isn't sure why he assumed that Yoongi would be the one to top, but that's just what he had thought, judging by Jimin's submissive behavior.
The idea of Yoongi being a rough top was enough to get Namjoon rock hard, but the reality of Yoongi being a power bottom is sending Namjoon to another plane of existence.
The sound of Jimin undoing his zipper snaps Namjoon back to reality and he watches as Yoongi moves to the couch beside him. Jimin follows Yoongi like a shadow, eyes hungry and desperate.
Namjoon can't breathe because Yoongi is the only one naked here, the only one exposed, and the only one in charge. Yoongi spreads his legs and holds them apart by the back of his knees while Jimin pours lube onto Yoongi's hole, stroking himself another slick hand.
It's Jimin who whines impatiently, Jimin who pouts when Yoongi takes the fingers out of his own clenching hole. Jimin, who looks like he's living in another dimension, eyes wide and starving.
"Here we go baby," Yoongi coos as he grabs hold of Jimin's pink cock, guiding it to his hole with expertise. Jimin leans his head back as he moans lowly, the pitch of his voice the lowest Namjoon has ever heard it. Namjoon sits there, ignoring his own hard-on, watching as Yoongi's eyes roll into the back of his head.
Jimin thrusts slow and deep, using his strong arms to hold Yoongi's hips hard against the couch. Yoongi whimpers immediately, his hair sticking to his forehead from the sweat building there.
"Hyung-" Jimin whines, his hand coming down to stroke Yoongi's leaking cock, looking as if he's ready to finish them both off.
Yoongi nods and grabs at Jimin's neck, pulling him in for a searing kiss, "You're my good boy, right?"
Out of his mind with desperation, Jimin nods and says, "Yeah, I'm...fuck,"
Jimin thrusts faster and more erratic and Yoongi takes over jerking himself off, trying to get closer before Jimin bursts inside of him.
"Fuck, keep going, " Yoongi pleads, eyes hooded, "That's a good boy, baby,"
It's like Yoongi's words give Jimin life, with every praise the younger boy works a little harder, clearly trying to live up to expectations.
Jimin whines loudly, warning, "Yoongi-"
Yoongi is nodding, recognizing the tone of voice and he tells Jimin roughly, "Don't come yet," Namjoon raises his eyebrows and his mouth drops open for a moment. He didn't know Yoongi could be so demanding, so controlling.
The younger boy fucks harder and follows instruction, he keeps to the request and holds his orgasm back, whining pathetically through it. "Hyung, please," Jimin pleads with a small voice, "I need to come, hyung,"
Yoongi replies hurriedly, "Fuck, Jimin," He looks like he's going to give in.
Jimin hangs his head downward and pouts hard, his arms starting to shake, "Let me do it, please-"
Yoongi grins to himself and says, "Say that you're my good boy, Jimin-ah."
A strung out whine is all he gets in reply and Yoongi chastises Jimin with warning, "Say it and I'll let you come," Jimin can't answer fast enough and almost yells, "Yes, yes I'm your good boy-just yours,"
Smiling, gums and all, Yoongi says lovingly, "Come on, you can do it,"
Namjoon is so hard, he's regretting wearing jeans. He wants to take his dick out and give himself a few strokes but he doesn't know if he should. Doesn't know if he's allowed.
"Fuck...thank you, thank you," Jimin sighs happily, his body going rigid a second later, a moan ripping out of his mouth as he comes inside of Yoongi without second guessing.
"Oh-fuck." Yoongi whines as he immediately follows suit, coming hard across his chest, his muscles spasming with every wave of his orgasm. Namjoon watches in amazement but doesn't dare to move, simply stunned into place, his hands gripped together to control himself.
Jimin lies on top of Yoongi with his face buried in the elder's shoulder, still whimpering, still stuck in his own head. Yoongi strokes Jimin's hair sweetly and Namjoon doesn't know what to do now. He wants to touch Jimin too, drag him back into reality, but he's scared.
As if Yoongi read his mind, he looks up at Namjoon and whispers, "Are you nervous?"
He kind of wants to laugh, hearing the same exact words he said to Jimin when they were on that flight so many weeks ago. Namjoon doesn't laugh though, doesn't even smile, just nods his head with a conflicted look on his face.
Namjoon feels bad for wanting to kiss them, he wants it so badly, but he hasn't been given permission, hasn't been explicitly told what to do, what's wanted of him, and it makes him feel a lot more vulnerable than he's used to.
xxxx
After watching Jimin fuck Yoongi, Namjoon's been on edge, desperate to get Jimin alone and tease him about it. The opportunity comes up a few days later when they finish sound check for an upcoming concert.
The fans that attend get to see them all in their normal clothes, with bare faces and relaxed personalities. Namjoon loves the noise of the crowd, their excited screams and positive energy so loud it rings in his ears hours afterwards.
He knows Jimin loves it too, so when they finish sound check and get released for a few hours, Namjoon follows Jimin into one of the single bathrooms down the hall from their dressing room. It's a little childish, the way Namjoon slips in the doorway right behind Jimin, and he would feel weird about it if not for the giggle Jimin lets out as they both stumble into the small space together.
Still giggling, Jimin asks, "What are you doing?"
Namjoon presses his back against the door and locks it behind himself, acting more confident than he is, "Wanted to tell you something."
Jimin turns the sink on and splashes water on his face, getting the small bit of sweat off. He hums a question and Namjoon takes it as permission to continue. "You're really cute when you top, Jiminie." Namjoon states boldly.
The younger boy makes a tiny yelp of surprise and dries his face with a paper towel. "I-" Jimin stutters, not forming an actual sentence. Namjoon smiles and walks the few steps it takes to wrap his arms around Jimin's torso and trace the outline of his rapidly expanding ribs.
Voice already slipping, Jimin sighs, "Hyung-"
Namjoon hums and buries his face in the crook of Jimin's neck, and smells the sweet scent of his perfume. A little moan of excitement comes from Jimin's open mouth and he says quietly, "My-"
Jimin gets cut off by Namjoon kissing his neck roughly, large hands snake up Jimin's front and run over his nipples lightly. Namjoon teases, "What is it, baby?"
A grunt of frustration and weak resistance rings out of Jimin as he says more clearly, "Yoongi-"
Namjoon presses his hips to Jimin's ass and pushes forward lightly, letting the younger know he's there. Jimin swallows hard and continues, "Yoongi doesn't know I'm here."
Jimin finishes with a daring tone, feigning innocence so naturally. Namjoon smiles into Jimin's neck mischievously and grabs him harder, pushing his hips against Jimin roughly, hoping Jimin will finally fall apart underneath him.
"Should I stop? Should I walk away and never touch you again?" Namjoon teases, already knowing the answer.
Jimin whines loudly and leans his head back against Namjoon's shoulder. A smirk graces the elder's face as he spins Jimin by the hips to face him, kissing Jimin hard on the mouth. They kiss until Jimin's lips are bruised a bright red color, and Namjoon resists the urge to bite them bloody.
He pulls Jimin's legs around his waist and settles in between his hips, letting his own hard-on rest on Jimin's growing cock. They rub against each other, both fighting for the best friction possible, breath hot on each other's mouths.
Just as Namjoon reaches for Jimin's belt buckle, a loud knock on the door rings out into the room, followed by an annoyed voice yelling, "Let's go Jimin-ah! I'm tired!"
Yoongi.
Both Jimin and Namjoon suck in a breath and go rigid in their place. Another loud knock vibrates the walls and Namjoon finally steps back, letting Jimin regain his footing. They can hear Yoongi breathing on the other side of the door, and Namjoon wonders if he'll be angry when they finally open the door.
Jimin wipes his mouth and opens the door, trying to fake innocence, this time failing miserably. The next thing Namjoon knows, Yoongi is taking Jimin's wrist in his grip and guiding him out of the doorway muttering, "I'll deal with you later."
A faint whine is heard and Namjoon swallows hard, suddenly feeling very hot and not for a good reason. Yoongi approaches him once Jimin is a fair distance away and he looks up at Namjoon with an unreadable expression.
When he speaks, Namjoon feels his dick twitch in his jeans. "I'll deal with you later too."
Yoongi leaves Namjoon alone and shuts the door, the loud noise echoing through the near empty room. Namjoon stares at himself in the mirror, taking in his suspicious appearance. He isn't sure if Yoongi is actually mad, or if this is just another part of his game.
Nevertheless, Namjoon is a little scared, and very, very turned on.
xxxx
A few days pass, and Namjoon is waiting anxiously for Yoongi to do something, anything, but it's been four days, and Yoongi has barely spoken to him.
Namjoon wonders about Jimin, if he received his implies punishment yet, or if he's being ignored as well. Something inside Namjoon makes him feel guilty for egging the younger boy on, for making him disobey Yoongi's wishes. Then again, he isn't really sorry at all, because it's their fault for getting him all worked up, winding him up and up, watching as his cogs churn and overheat.
Next thing he knows is that he ends up on the same elevator as Yoongi. How they end up alone, or why Yoongi is standing behind him looking all calm and composed, Namjoon doesn't even remember.
They're in an enclosed space, trying to get to the 12th floor of their hotel building, and they're only on floor 3, and Namjoon is anything but calm. It's quiet, no background music, just the two of them not saying anything, somehow filling the tiny room with noise by their presence alone.
There are no mirrors in the elevator so Namjoon can't see when exactly Yoongi moves, but he can feel hot breath on the back of his shoulder all of a sudden. Should he say something? Pretend everything is casual? Act as though they're in an innocent, platonic relationship?
Yoongi's voice is firm as he says, "It was originally Jimin's idea, ya know." He takes a pause, and Namjoon makes a little sound of confusion. He doesn't dare look at Yoongi, in an effort not to break focus.
"He told me about your handcuff incident, told me how your cock looked when you got hard," Yoongi continues to speak as if he were talking about the weather and Namjoon closes his eyes tight, trying to shake off the residual embarrassment.
The sound of Yoongi's shoe taking one stop forward makes Namjoon open his eyes again, still focusing straight ahead. "Jimin told me he wanted to see you fuck me," Yoongi is so nonchalant, like this whole thing is so simple for him to navigate around, which maybe it is for him, Namjoon doesn't know.
Yoongi says quieter now, "He said he was going to try you out first, to make sure you'd be good for me."
Thick eyebrows shoot straight up Namjoon's forehead and he finally turns his head down slightly, giving Yoongi the attention he's silently demanding. "What?" Namjoon wants to hide his face away, hating the sound of insecurity in his voice.
Yoongi steps closer again, right up to Namjoon's neck, and stops right before his lips hit skin. Hot breath spreads down Namjoon's body, his neck subconsciously tilting to the side, hoping Yoongi will breath on him more. Yes, more would be good.
This time, Yoongi sounds a little different, like he's overwhelmed with need, "And then I listened to you fuck him, and...I-" Namjoon holds his breath as Yoongi regains his composure, "God, I came so hard, Joon."
There's a split second where Namjoon rolls his eyes at himself because he's the one who's breaking, he is the one who can't handle anymore teasing. He's the one who wants to call it, and the 'what if's' and fuck the soul out of both Yoongi and Jimin.
Without thinking twice, Namjoon pushes the emergency stop button, and the elevator pauses, sitting just between the 11th and 12th floor. He turns back around to face Yoongi and stops right in front of him, breathing heavily through his nose, letting his breath hit Yoongi's face. Their eyes meet and the tension is so heavy Namjoon feels like he's choking.
"You like playing these games with me, don't you?" Namjoon asks suspiciously. Something shifts in Yoongi's gaze and he gives Namjoon a two-handed, rough shove that send the taller boy stumbling back into the wall, making the elevator shake lightly.
All Namjoon can think is, what the hell is he doing?
Daring, Yoongi keeps both of his hands planted firmly on Namjoon's chest, and then everything happens too quickly for Namjoon to process. Yoongi surges forward to lock their lips together, and Namjoon thinks he might actually melt on the spot, because Yoongi's lips are so fucking soft and pliable and perfect.
Namjoon hums out a sound of surprise as he opens his mouth up for Yoongi to lick into. If he thought Yoongi's lips were amazing, his tongue is on a whole other level. It's no wonder why Jimin melts into him so quickly.
Their kiss is more like tug of war, both of them fighting for the power and neither of them willing to give it up. Yoongi takes matters into his own hands and reaches down to cup Namjoon's growing cock through his jeans.
"Ah-" Namjoon blushes at how helpless he sounds. Satisfied that he got what he wanted, Yoongi backs off all together, reaching the other side of the elevator with a victorious smile on his scheming mouth.
Namjoon takes in a sharp breath and keeps his eyes locked with Yoongi's, not daring to look away. Namjoon asks curiously, "This isn't going to go the way I expect is it?"
Yoongi laughs lowly, his deep voice echoing through the elevator. Without replying, Yoongi hits the emergency stop again and the elevator starts to move again. As the notification of reaching their floor rings throughout the small space, Yoongi puts a key-card into Namjoon's hand.
"Maybe I'll let you find out."
Finally, Namjoon thinks. Finally some direction, some initiation. All he wanted was for Yoongi to want him enough to say it out loud.
The elevator doors open and Yoongi steps out without another glace back at him, and Namjoon stays frozen in his shoes, not ready for whatever the fuck he's gotten himself into.
xxxx
He spends an hour pacing in his hotel room with his arms crossed over his chest and his eyebrows furrowed in worry. He's sort of freaking out.
He contemplates not using the key-card, and just going to bed instead, but the thought doesn't sit right with him. Namjoon repeats this process of second guessing himself and the situation, until he finally gets to his boiling point and groans out in frustration.
A shower is the solution Namjoon finds to relax himself as much as possible. He knows if he walks over there all anxious, Yoongi and Jimin will feel anxious too, and that's not the kind of energy he wants to be bringing into a situation like that.
When he gets out of the shower, his phone makes a noise, and suddenly he's nervous all over again. The text is from Yoongi, and it reads: "1276. wear white, i like you in white."
Heart racing, Namjoon stuffs his hands into his duffel bag, praying that he packed a fucking white shirt in there somewhere.
There's a moment where Namjoon is literally spinning in circles, trying to decide if he should be bringing lube, but he can't find any in his hotel room, and as the minutes pass on, he becomes more and more irritated with himself. Yoongi and Jimin are waiting for him, and he's over here losing his mind over market pantry lubricant.
Namjoon rubs on deodorant and gets dressed, quickly arriving at Yoongi's door just down the hallway. The key-card slips in smoothly and a little green light flashes, accompanied by a tiny clicking noise. The room is dim, spacious, and Namjoon can hear faint noises of, what sounds like, someone in pain.
He rounds the corner and stops firmly in his tracks, giving himself a minute to take in what's in front of him.
Yoongi is naked, except for a soft, yellow sweater that's too big for him. He's sitting on the edge of a king-sized bed, one hand tugging on his cock, the other holding himself in an upright position.
Namjoon is distracted by Yoongi only for a minute, because he finally notices Jimin, and suddenly the noises he heard upon entry make sense. Jimin is strapped into one of the hotel chairs naked, with his hands, forearms, and calves tied to the wood of the chair with pastel pink rope. He's wearing a thick, black collar around his neck that has the word 'brat' written across the front of it. To top it off, there's a black piece of cloth tied around his mouth to gag him. Namjoon almost misses the cockring that's keeping Jimin's cock stand straight up at attention.
Namjoon's jaw drops so low it hurts his face, and he says to no one in particular, "Definitely not what I expected."
What feels like a magnetic pull causes Namjoon to stalk towards Yoongi's direction, and suddenly his feet are taking him to the bed without him realizing. Namjoon stays speechless for a while, to which Yoongi breaks the silence saying, "If anyone needs to stop, we say 'red' okay?"
He looks at Jimin first and adds, "Blink twice if you understand."
Jimin blinks twice.
Yoongi goes on to say, "And if you can't speak, what do you do?" He stares at Jimin expectantly, waiting for the bound up boy to demonstrate his understanding.
Somehow, Jimin has enough room to snap his fingers, which is exactly what he does, and Yoongi nods in satisfaction. Next, Yoongi turns to Namjoon, who's staring back at him like a scandalized school boy.
"And you?" Yoongi glares, waiting for an answer.
Namjoon nods, and immediately regrets it, because Yoongi replies firmly, "Words. Use them."
Taken aback and unreasonably turned on, Namjoon sputters out, "Y-yeah," He clears his throat to sound more confident than he feels and repeats, "Yes."
The elder looks satisfied with their responses and now that everyone is on the same page, Namjoon's nerves start swelling up again. He doesn't really know where to start, what to say, what he's allowed to be doing right now. God, he hates not knowing, uncertainty, unfamiliarity.
It's already warm in the hotel room even thought the air is circulating perfectly. Namjoon can feels his skin heating up just by the visuals alone. Yoongi's pink cock in his own hand looks so cute, his large hands overpowering it, making it look smaller than it probably is.
Jimin on the other hand, he looks like he's regretting going into that bathroom with Namjoon the other day. He's visibly sweating, his eyes are welling with tears, and his mouth keeps trying to close, but the gag is preventing him from doing so.
Namjoon feels bad for Jimin, he really does, because it's clear that Yoongi doesn't forget about anything.
Yoongi told them both that he would 'deal with them later', and now Namjoon is wondering when his punishment is going to happen. Maybe it's tonight, maybe it's not, maybe Yoongi was bluffing?
Yoongi stares at Namjoon and wordlessly asks for more attention, his milky white thighs spread farther apart to entice Namjoon in. Quicker than he intended, Namjoon moves directly in front of Yoongi and kneels on the floor, fluffy carpet soft under his knees.
Jimin makes a noise of protest and Namjoon wonders why, probably because his head is obstructing Jimin's view.
Gruffly, Yoongi says to Namjoon, "Do you wanna touch?"
Sighing with relief and a little over eagerness, Namjoon nods. Yoongi opens his mouth to say something else but stops as soon as Namjoon places both hands on Yoongi's ass cheeks, spreading them open while he digs his nails into smooth skin.
"Ah-" Yoongi lets his head tilt backward, his hand speeding up around his cock.
A grunt of frustration comes from Jimin's direction and Namjoon is kind of loving it. Yoongi seems to love it too, because he moans when Jimin whines again a second later.
"Can I?" Namjoon stares up at Yoongi, waiting for the green light to do what he wants. A flick of Yoongi's eyebrows tells Namjoon all he needs to know and he dives in with a long lick up Yoongi's hole.
"Shit," Yoongi groans.
Namjoon hums immediately into Yoongi's hole and licks him up and down, then all the way to his balls. The little breaths that Yoongi puffs out get Namjoon rock hard in his shorts.
He continues to lick long stripes up and down Yoongi's entrance and Namjoon basks in the satisfaction of making Yoongi moan in pleasure while making Jimin moan in pain.
"Fuck, baby," Yoongi is breathless, neck flushed red. A strangled sound of envy erupts from Jimin's side of the room, and Namjoon can tell he's jealous. Yoongi is doing it on purpose, making Jimin jealous, getting him worked up and not giving him any attention.
Namjoon knows it's a game, knows that Yoongi will treat Jimin well as soon as he's had his fun.
Namjoon licks two of his own fingers and slowly plunges them into Yoongi at a stupid pace, going knuckle deep. A moan rips out of Yoongi and he grabs Namjoon's wrist with both of his hands, nodding insistently.
"You wanna fuck me, baby?" Yoongi speaks so confidently, so in control, and Namjoon wants to give him every little thing in the universe. Namjoon nods in response to the question and Yoongi scolds him, "I didn't hear you?"
Namjoon rolls his eyes, frustrated that his own tactic is being used so well against him. Begrudgingly, Namjoon replies, "I wanna fuck you, hyung."
His words earn him a groan of satisfaction and it sounds like heaven. The disgruntled whimper from Jimin sounds just as good, if Namjoon is being honest.
Yoongi's hips start fucking themselves back on Namjoon's fingers and he tightens his grip on Namjoon's wrist. "Now," Yoongi begs, "Fuck me now."
This time, Jimin strains against the ropes, the fabric digs into his skin and leaves red marks in their wake. He's trying to say something, but his gag doesn't let him get one word out.
"Is it hard for you, Jimin? Are you jealous that you can't touch?" Yoongi is so mocking, so mean, and Namjoon can't get enough of it. Jimin rocks in his chair, trying to get the ropes loose, but they don't budge.
Yoongi reaches for Namjoon's shorts and Namjoon starts to shed his clothes without being told, and Yoongi smiles at him proudly. The yellow sweater comes off Yoongi's broad shoulders next, and Namjoon gasps at just how gorgeous he looks.
Just as Namjoon is about to climb onto the bed, Yoongi switches things up and starts to pull him by the forearm, closer to Jimin. Well, right in front of Jimin.
He's a little confused because Yoongi was definitely just asking to get fucked but now he's dragging Namjoon over to Jimin? He tries not to think too hard, doesn't want to think at all, so he plays along with Yoongi's game yet again.
A loud, wantonly moan vibrates through the cloth in Jimin's mouth as Yoongi crawls on his knees toward Namjoon, stopping right in front of him, right in front of Jimin too.
A light clicks on in Namjoon's brain and realizes what Yoongi is planning, and the thought almost makes him come on the spot. Yoongi pulls Namjoon's hips towards himself and runs both hands up and down his thick thighs, slowly inching closer to his cock.
His length sticks straight out, right in front of Yoongi's face, waiting to be touched, licked, sucked.
The oldest boy side eyes Jimin to make sure he's watching, that his attention is on Yoongi and nothing else. Just as expected, Jimin's hooded eyes are in fact on Yoongi, and they are distressed, maybe even a little sad. Namjoon wants to comfort him, make him feel good, but he knows that's not what Yoongi wants right now.
"You already got to do this, Jimin. Don't be selfish." Yoongi speak with such disconnect, like he's actually angry, but Namjoon knows he's anything but. Namjoon watches Jimin try to pout but his attentions is grabbed back by Yoongi, who grips his cock firmly, giving it a few long strokes.
"Fuck, Yoon-" Namjoon's voice fails as Yoongi licks the tip, his tongue leaving a sheen of spit that shines against the dim lights. He takes the entire length within seconds, and it makes Namjoon's knees buckles momentarily.
Namjoon steadies himself by holding onto two fistfuls of Yoongi's honey-kissed hair, and squeezes as if he were trying to extract all the juice from a lemon.
Yoongi whines from the pain, his voice sounding prideful along with encouraging. Jimin whines as well, but for the opposite reason. His voice is every type of desperate, every shade of needy, every ounce of envious.
It's hard to focus on Jimin's suffering when Yoongi is literally deep throating Namjoon on every trip down his shaft, his tongue circles the head so sensually that Namjoon is afraid he might come too soon. He really, really doesn't want to come fast. Not like when he was with Jimin, even though he stayed hard and came again, but Namjoon wants to show Yoongi that he can be good too. He can hold out for Yoongi if he needs to.
A large hand comes up to stroke Namjoon along with the delicious heat of Yoongi's mouth and it's very effective in keeping Namjoon on his toes. Yoongi swallows him down fast, then slow, then circles his tongue a few times, then hollows his cheeks, and Namjoon is seeing stars.
Jimin bounces in his seat, trying to get free somehow, but nothing is working, he's just tiring himself out. Yoongi pops off Namjoon for a moment, just to say to Jimin harshly, "This is what you get for not listening to me."
A cry tears itself from Jimin's half open mouth and a literal tear drops from one of his eyes. Now, Namjoon actually feels bad and wants desperately to console him. Noticing Namjoon's worried expression, Yoongi pinches his thigh to get his attention, "Don't fall for it, he's just being a brat."
Another tear drops down Jimin's face and Namjoon is finding it hard to stay focused. He understands why Yoongi is doing this, but he didn't realize the elder could be so ruthless.
Yoongi presses on and sucks Namjoon's cock like he's being paid to do it. He gets Namjoon worked up so quickly that he has Namjoon just about whimpering above him. "Hyung," Namjoon says carefully, trying to keep his orgasm at bay.
His hands come to wrap around Yoongi's shoulder and Namjoon warns again, "Yoongi I'll-"
Yoongi hums curiously, although Namjoon knows he's faking being clueless. "Fuck, Yoongi, seri-" Namjoon stammers, feeling his orgasm approaching like a freight train. Yoongi just sucks harder, faster, as if Namjoon isn't already about to spill down his throat.
Jimin supplies a whimper that disguises the desperate plea from Namjoon and just as Namjoon is about to come, Yoongi pops off of his cock entirely, sitting back on his heels.
Incredulously, Namjoon pants, "What the fuck?"
Yoongi smiles and shrugs, "Why should I let you come?"
Namjoon stares at him blankly, shocked. Yoongi continues, "You didn't even ask permission, so why should I let you?"
Stunned, Namjoon stands there, waiting for something to happen. He's snapped out of it when Jimin whines again, his hands reaching out to try and touch, but he isn't even close enough to graze them.
Laughing, Yoongi kneels in between Jimin's open legs and faces Namjoon once again, looking up at him with wide eyes, "You're gonna fuck my mouth,"
Namjoon nods swiftly, moving forward already, but just as his dick gets to Yoongi's mouth, Yoongi stops him and looks behind him at Jimin, who still has tears in his eyes. "And you're gonna watch him come down my throat."
The youngest boy trembles and whines painfully as he makes the chair shake from how hard he's resisting the restraints. Meanwhile, Namjoon is convinced he's died and gone to heaven, because coming down Yoongi's throat while Jimin watches is nearly a dream come true.
Yoongi pulls Namjoon towards him once again and opens his mouth wide, taking in his whole length effortlessly. Namjoon rolls his eyes back and grabs onto the back of Yoongi's head for leverage as he thrusts deep into his throat.
It's hard to tell if it's Jimin or Yoongi that whines but he doesn't really think it matters. What does matter is the way Jimin is staring down at Yoongi getting his mouth fucked open, and the way Yoongi is staring up at Namjoon with pleading eyes.
He makes a quick warning sound and feels Yoongi nod his head, giving the permission Namjoon needs. Within seconds, Namjoon bucks his hips into Yoongi's mouth and grips his hair so tightly he can feel his knuckles going white. It takes Namjoon a minute too long to come down from his orgasm, and the look of fondness on Yoongi's face makes everything that much better.
Yoongi is wiping at the corners of his mouth as he pushes Namjoon back onto the bed, farther from Jimin, making Jimin whine in protest. Namjoon wonders if Yoongi will untie him now, if Jimin is finished with his punishment. The smug expression Yoongi wears tells him that no, Jimin's punishment is far from over.
When Yoongi pulls Namjoon in for a kiss, he can taste himself on Yoongi's swollen lips. Yoongi wraps his hands around the back of Namjoon's neck and guides him to lay down on his back, keeping their lips locked together the entire way.
Jimin whimpers in the background, Namjoon peeks over at him, and Jimin is red from his face to his stomach, skin shiny with a sheen of sweat. Yoongi grabs a bottle of lube from under the pillow and squirts a generous handful onto his fingers, rubbing them together. Namjoon swallows hard as watches, not even fully recovered from how last orgasm.
There's a long pause as Yoongi moves onto his hand and knees, like he's still trying to decide how he wants to get fucked. Tired of waiting, and afraid he might go soft again, Namjoon sits back up and shoves Yoongi down, face-first into the mattress and says, "Stop thinking so hard."
He can see the elated, blushed expression on Yoongi's face and Namjoon smiles to himself, happy that his behavior wasn't taken badly. Yoongi's lubed fingers get brought back to his entrance by the help of Namjoon's hand, and they both kind of spread the lube around messily.
Once Namjoon deems Yoongi wet enough, he pushes the elder's hand away and tells him, "Hands and knees,"
It's not a question this time, he isn't asking. If Yoongi wants to play rough, then Namjoon will do the same. Yoongi lets out such a loud moan of relief as he plants his hands on the bed, arching his back like he's done it a million times. Namjoon lubes up his cock, thankfully still hard, and gives himself a few tugs.
He looks up at Jimin, a perfect line of vision to the suffering boy, and Namjoon smiles at him, saying, "This is what you wanted, huh?" He lines himself up with yoongi's hole and pushes into him inch by inch, eliciting a moan from Yoongi that gets louder as he pushes in further.
The state of Jimin's appearance now is pitiful at best. He looks like someone fucked the life out of him and left him stranded in the chair, which Namjoon isn't entirely shure didn't happen before he got there.
Namjoon's hips are flush with Yoongi's ass and the sounds Yoongi makes cause all three of them to moan, their noise collectively filling the air with pure want, pure need.
"You wanted to see me fuck him, didn't you?" Namjoon taunts Jimin with a wicked tone to his voice. Grunting, moaning, Jimin rocks back and forth in his chair, still barely moving an inch against the ropes.
Yoongi's head falls forward and he whimpers as Namjoon starts to pull out and thrust back in, slow and deliberate. Yoongi picks his head up to look straight ahead and Namjoon knows he's staring at Jimin by the way Jimin's gaze shifts downwards.
It's like this is what they've both been dreaming of, getting themselves in this situation, causing such pain and pleasure at the same time, Namjoon has a feeling that this isn't the first time they've done this.
The cloth in Jimin's mouth is completely soaked through with saliva and Namjoon has an urge to yank it out, let him talk, let him cry and beg so they can hear it.
Namjoon grabs hold of Yoongi's hips and digs his blunt nails into the soft skin, making the pale complexion turn a pretty, bright red. He bends down against Yoongi's back and presses his lips to the shell of his ear, saying, "This is what you wanted too, isn't it?"
Without missing a beat, Yoongi breathes out, "Yes." His voice is concrete, certain.
Noises of skin hitting skin chimes out around the room like a cadence, each thrust hitting just a little harder than the last. The best part is that Yoongi is absolutely loving it, melting under Namjoon's touch, crumbling at the knees, moaning sounds that Namjoon couldn't even dream of hearing.
It's so satisfying knowing that Yoongi was setting Namjoon up for this. He was pushing Namjoon closer and closer to either folding, or challenging him, and obviously Yoongi is happy that Namjoon didn't fold.
Jimin on the other hand, is collapsing like a house of cards, his demeanor is so incredibly susceptible to being overpowered. It seems as though being controlled is his sexual persona, his comfortable operating zone, submission truly suits him well.
Namjoon's mind is racing just as fast as his heart is beating, his thoughts are all over the place. it's hard to focus on one thing because Yoongi is saying things like, "please" and "harder baby", while Jimin is whining uncontrollably and rocking all around against his constraints.
He slows down the pace for a moment, giving himself a few seconds to calm down, savor the feeling of being inside of Yoongi for as long as he can. Namjoon runs his hands up and down Yoongi's toned back slowly as he takes care in thrusting into him deeper and more controlled.
"Fuck-Joon," Yoongi drops down to his forearms and the arch of his back elongates. Namjoon's eyes zero in on Jimin's cock, now having a completely unobstructed view. For a second Namjoon gets worried because Jimin is so hard and his cock is so fucking red that it looks kind of dangerous. He doesn't normally have sex this rough so Namjoon isn't too sure on what is considered normal.
"Look at him," Namjoon says aloud, grabbing Yoongi by the hair to make him look at Jimin straight on. "Look at your good boy now."
Namjoon is surprised as Yoongi replies coolly, "He knows he deserves this."
Jimin answers with a sad whimper and a muffled noise against the damp cloth in his mouth. Namjoon looks at Jimin with a creased brow, all the while still fucking in and out of Yoongi's stretched hole.
"Faster," Yoongi pleads, one hand slipping down between his legs to jerk himself off, Namjoon complies and leans back on his heels to dig into Yoongi harder, getting the angle just right for him.
"Fuck," Yoongi's mouth hangs open, a drop of drool hits the sheets below him. Namjoon snaps his hips quicker and quicker and he feels like he might come again. Thankfully, Yoongi is the one to give in to the blinding euphoria they're both locked in.
"Oh shit-shit," Yoongi babbles adorably, his spare hand now falling completely, his torso only being held up by his head buried in the mattress.
Namjoon winds his hand back and slaps Yoongi hard on the ass, both Yoongi and Jimin moan in appreciation. "Do it hyung, show him I was worth it."
Yoongi trembles and whines, "Oh my g-god," His hole clenches around Namjoon's length and he can feel Yoongi coming, can feel the tight heat around his cock pulsate and flutter.
Namjoon doesn't fully register the sound of pure frustration that Jimin all but yells out against the gag. The veins that pop out in his neck fight against the collar Jimin wears and make it appear as though he's actually being choked.
If he wasn't gagged so well, he would have woken up every floor of their 12 story hotel.
Yoongi pants evenly and he starts ti stop shaking just enough to pull himself away from Namjoon, leaving Namjoon momentarily confused. The elder turns to him qucikly and kisses him hard on the mouth.
"You'll come soon, don't worry." Yoongi looks at him with a completely different twinkle in his eye and says calmly, "Unite him."
Namjoon moves a little too fast and almost trips on his way off the bed, trying not to lose his composure. He's excited for Jimin to be with them, to actually tough both of them, to hear what intoxicating noises he makes.
As he approaches Jimin, the younger looks worn out with his head hanging low. It doesn't even look like he realizes what's happening, that he's being released. It takes Namjoon's hands on him to get the boy to register that he's being freed from the prison Yoongi stuck him in.
Namjoon unties the gag first and lets it hit the floor heavily. Jimin looks up at him with desperate, glossy eyes, pleading a silent plea. Meanwhile, Yoongi sits back on the bed, lying on his stomach, lazily looking on.
It takes a good few minutes to untie all of the ropes around him, and once Namjoon finishes, he waits, and Jimin waits, and no one is moving without Yoongi's permission.
The eldest props himself up on one side and says in a bored tone, "Take his ring off."
A breathless gasp of relief releases from Jimin's mouth as his expression softens. He's still seated in the chair as Namjoon kneels and unhooks the cockring, as soon as it's off, Yoongi instructs, "Let him get one out."
Namjoon knows what Yoongi means, knows that he wants Jimin to come once to relieve the tension that's been building inside of him. Jimin stares down at Namjoon with a question in his eyes, waiting to see what Namjoon is going to do with him.
"Stand up." Namjoon demands, his voice gruff. Jimin obeys quickly but as soon as he's upright, his knees buckle, and he almost crumbles to the floor. Namjoon scopps him up in his arms and sits down in the chair Jimin was previously occupying.
He sits Jimin in his lap and taps on his thighs, getting Jimin to spread them wide. Namjoon grabs Jimin's cock without warning and the younger yelps in surprise.
"Hyung!" Jimin whines brokenly, his head bowing down to the floor, body visibly exhausted. Namjoon's entire hand envelopes Jimin's cock as he strokes him. "That;s it," Namjoon encourages, giving Jimin a little nudge in the right direction.
Jimin gives another whines, and it sounds like maybe he's crying again, and then Namjoon twists his wrist, and Jimin's head falls back onto his shoulder. It's like Jimin is burning from the inside out, his skin scorching hot on Namjoon's body. Jimin grips the arms of the chair and his body contracts with pleasure. Namjoon pumps him faster and faster until Jimin comes with a little cry, his comes coating Namjoon's hand in thick spurts.
The sweat from Jimin's back sticks to Namjoon's chest and he does his best to pry Jimin away from him, get him to the bed, get him to Yoongi.
Yoongi looks at them with hungry eyes, a fire burning behind them. He raises himself to his knees and nods his head toward Jimin saying, "Down."
Jimin moves instantly, avoiding eye contact with. Once Jimin is laid down comfortably, Yoongi is grabbing the lube again and squirting some onto Jimin's cock. Jimin grabs into his own hair with both hands and grits his teeth, neck straining around the collar again.
He looks so overstimulated that his body is vibrating, quaking with instability. Yoongi hovers over Jimin's lap and strokes him a few times, keeping him hard and reaady. Jimin whimpers out a high-pitched cry with every touch, eyes still not daring to look at Yoongi.
Namjoon moves behind Yoongi and the elder turns to him and says, "You're gonna fuck me too." Again, not a question. Not a request. He says everything like he means its, and Namjoon is very willing to give him whatever he wants.
Jimin is still whining and tossing his head from side to side when Yoongi sinks down onto his cock, pulling a euphoric groan of satisfaction from his lips. No time is wasted as Yoongi takes the entirety of Jimin's length in one go.
He's ruthless about this too, pushing himself down and dragging his hips back up, going too fast for Jimin's heart to handle, apparently. In desperate need of gentleness, Jimin whines, "H-Hyung,"
He grabs Yoongi's hips finally and tries to slow him down, but Yoongi shoves his small hands away from him. "Who said you could touch?" Yoongi chastises as he slams his hips down onto the hard length inside of him.
Namjoon makes a point to rub up and down Yoongi's back, hands encouraging his movements. Jimin can see this and he squints his eyes shuts, wet tears welling up in the corners of his eyes.
Yoongi slows down just enough to grip Namjoon's hip behind him and say, "Get inside me," He grits his teeth and bends forward as Namjoon sets up behind him, pushing his cock where Jimin is already buried inside.
"Oh fuck, fuck, fuck," Jimin pulls at the sheets and his fists ball up tightly, "Yoongi-I can't,"
Through gritted teeth, Yoongi replies, softer now, "Yes you can."
Namjoon pours more lube at the conjoining point of the three of them and works his cock in alongside Jimin's. The sensation is so different, so close, that Namjoon can abrely contain the moan building at the bottom of his throat.
It takes a few more tries of situating and a lot of pressure, but Namjoon succeeds, his cock inside Yoongi's hole with Jimin right there with him. It's hard for Namjoon not to space out, because it feels so incredible that his brain isn't working properly anymore.
"H-hyung," Jimin starts up again, begging for something, "I really-" He's breathing hard now, his chest stupidly bright red, "I can't, hyung, I can't-"
He'e getting overwhelmed, Namjoon can tell. This sudden change in demeanor is the straw that breaks Yoongi's resolve, and Yoongi is petting Jimin's hair and kissing his cheek sweetly.
"You're doing so well baby, being so good for me," Yoongi coos at him, moving his hips a fraction of an inch at a time. Jimin continues to whine but he stops breathing so heavily, appearing to be calming down.
Jimin finally looks at Yoongi and the elder nods his head saying, "Okay? You're okay baby,"
Namjoon sees Jimin give a little nod and he can feel Jimin's cock move slightly, which in turn gets Namjoon to move as well, and now Yoongi is letting his head fall forward onto Jimin's chest. Jimin has his hands tangled in Yoongi's hair as he gasps, "Oh-" His mouth hangs open while Namjoon does most of the moving, his cock rubbing agaisnt both Yoongi and Jimin, the friction between them all so ridiculously addicting.
"God-" Yoongi chokes out, "So good, you feel so good,"
Namjoon feels a wave of pride flow through him as Jimin kisses Yoongi messily. A familiar tightness builds in Namjoon's gut and he knows he's ready to come, knows it inevitable at this point. Thankfully, Jimin is jerking Yoongi off while he kisses him, getting him right where they need him to be.
This time, it's Namjoon who whines as he says, "Fuck-"
He braces himself with one hand next to Jimin's head on the mattress while he wraps his other hand around Yoongi's throat, gripping him roughly, "It's so fucking tight."
After a few minutes of pure heaven, Namjoon and Jimin both say in unison, "I'm gonna,"
A desperate denial leaves Yoongi as he shakes his head in their grasp, "Don't-please not yet,"
Namjoon groans in pleasure and frustration because he was promised an orgasm twenty minutes ago and now he's bursting at the seams. Yoongi's hands grip Jimin's toned chest and he tells him, "Make me come baby, fuck-"
Namjoon shifts his hips a fraction and ends up hitting Yoongi's prostate, which has him yelling out, "God, fuck-"
His voice vibrates Namjoon's hold on him, so Namjoon squeezes tighter, cutting off air supply this time.
"Baby," Yoongi cries out to the both of them, and he's coming untouched, his cock giving a few long spurts of come that land on Jimin's stomach and chest. He clenches arounf the both of them so tightly that Namjoon is afraid his dick might explode.
Jimin shuts his eyes tightly and says, "Can I come hyung? I need-"
Yoongi cuts him off, voice a little hoarse, "Joon comes first, he fucked me so well, doesn't he deserve it?"
God, Yoongi's mouth is so fucking hot.
Jimin whines in protest but doesn't push the subject further, just holds onto Yoongi's waist for dear life as Namjoon works himself inside Yoongi quickly, for Jimin's sake.
"Shit," Namjoon groans next to Yoongi's ear, "Shit, I'm-"
He's pretty sure Jimin moans louder than he does, probably from relief, but Namjoon loves the sound either way. He lets go of Yoongi's throat and grabs his hips instead to steady himself as he lets his orgasm rush through him.
The sensation of his come inside Yoongi and on Jimin's cock at the same time feels so new, so perfect, he feels drunk, or high, or both.
Yoongi moans a slur of pleas while he stays perfectly still, letting Namjoon and Jimin use his body however they need. Just as Namjoon is waking up from his haze of pleasure, Jimin is losing his mind, and Namjoon can literally feels it against his own cock.
"Can I? Now?" He begs Yoongi as he works his thrusts upwards at a decent pace, still trying to keep Namjoon inside as well.
Yoongi kisses Jimin's nipple and licks at it a few times before he replies, "Hmm, I don't know..."
Jimin groans loudly, sounding legitimately frustrated as he shakes his head, "I'm gonna come, I have to-" His tears well up again, "Have to come-"
Namjoon decides to pull out because he can't stay hard any longer, so he situates himself next to Jimin on the bed, gaining a perfect view of Yoongi riding Jimin's cock.
Yoongi grips Jimin's mouth roughly and tilts it upwards, saying sternly, "I said not yet."
Jimin's tears fall down straight out of the corners of his eyes, the sheets underneath him now soaked through from all the tears he's spilled tonight. Namjoon is painfully curious as to how often Jimin cries this much during sex, or if maybe it's just a Yoongi thing, he wishes he knew.
"Yoongi, please," Jimin barely whimpers and he stops thrusting upwards now that Yoongi has started moving his hips on his own again. "You're gonna behave now right?" Yoongi mocks him, reminds him of his wrongdoing.
Frantically nodding, Jimin replies, "Yes, yes, i promise."
Yoongi makes a ticking noise with his tongue and pouts, "You made me so sad...being alone with Namjoonie,"
Jimin's hands are balled into fists, holding back his orgasm with expertise. Namjoon is amazed that Jimin can hold out for so long, because he knows there's no way he would be able to do the same if the roles were reversed.
"You didn't ask permission, didn't resist, just forgot me like I never existed, huh?" There's a hint of sadness in Yoongi's tone just now, showing that maybe he wasn't being mean just for the hell of it.
Namjoon didn't consider that Yoongi could have actually been a little hurt.
All of a sudden, Yoongi stops moving abruptly, and they're both sitting completely still, and Jimin starts to sob a little. It must be driving him insane, not being able to come, not scratching that itch.
Namjoon watches on with fascination, admiring the will and energy of both Yoongi and Jimin. After about a minutes of not moving, Yoongi starts up again, resetting Jimin's clock, getting him worked up all over again.
He pulls on Jimin's nipples and the younger cries out again, his tears not stopping. Namjoon wonders if he has anymore left to spill.
"If you do it again, you'll never come again, you understand?" Yoongi says with a hint of annoyance.
Jimin's hair is completely soaked through with sweat and maybe tears too. He weakly nods, "Yes."
Yoongi thrusts down harder and pulls more moans from Jimin's open mouth, "There's a good boy." He teases Jimin's nipples like it's second nature, and it winds him tighter and tighter.
"Yoongi," One single tear rolls down Jimin's cheeks and Yoongi kisses it away as he tells him, "Come," He gets right against Jimin's ear, "Be a good boy for me."
Jimin snaps like a glow stick as he holds Yoongi's hip in a vice grip while he comes with a loud, strung out whine. "Fuck, fuck, I love you-I love you,"
It takes Jimin a few minutes to finish, and when he does, Yoongi slides off of him, wipes him clean with a spare sheet, and unclips the collar from around his neck.
Jimin curls into a ball immediately upon the loss of physical contact, his knees brought all the way up to his chest, arms weaving around them.
Namjoon wants to hold him and tell him that everything is okay, that he did so well, but he knows that he's not the person Jimin wants to hear that from right now.
Yoongi wipes himself clean quickly and then tends to his still whimpering boyfriend. "Okay, you're okay," He pulls Jimin's arms apart and pulls the boy closer to himself, to which Jimin latches onto Yoongi like he could fly away at any moment.
Yoongi holds him and hums very quietly, and says sweetly, "You're good baby, so good for hyung," Jimin whimpers shortly in reply but stays silent, his eyes kept shut. Yoongi says gently, "You're my baby."
A tiny smile climbs onto Jimin's face as he blushes into Yoongi's chest, meanwhile Namjoon goes to wash up, the feeling of drying come starting the make him uncomfortable.
When he returns to the bed, Jimin is fast asleep in Yoongi's arms, and Namjoon contemplates leaving them alone. Yoongi's' attention perks up to Namjoon as he realizes that the younger is gathering his clothes to leave, so Yoongi says quietly, "You should stay." His voice softer than the sheets he's laying on.
Namjoon cocks his head to the side with a question, but he doesn't protest, just follows Yoongi's order for the hundredth time tonight. He lies down on the other side of Jimin, hands crossing over the boy's torso and onto Yoongi's waist. It feels good like this, the closeness, the feeling of being wanted and valued, it feels really good.
Yoongi sighs dreamily and runs a hand through Namjoon's grey hair, saying, "You should see him when Hoseok plays with us." He tilts his head down to Jimin with a smug smile, and Namjoon is hard again almost instantly.
Hoseok?
"Hoseok?" Namjoon says in disbelief, watching Yoongi nod proudly.
"Well yeah, did you really think this was our first time doing this sort of thing?" Yoongi sounds a little condescending, but Namjoon doesn't mind.
"No," He replies flatly.
Yoongi scratches Namjoon's scalp and tugs on his hair a little and says, "You'd be good with Hoseok, " He muses aloud, hand getting lazy in Namjoon's hair.
Namjoon stares at the wall of the hotel room for a little too long and the only thing on his mind is that he would be good with Hoseok. Yoongi muses aloud once more, "Next time."
Next time
Yawning, Namjoon mumbles in reply, "Next time."
Yoongi gives a tiny chuckle and his ministrations slow to a stop in Namjoon's hair, his hand staying lost in grey locks while Namjoon gets pulled into sleep.