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When he opened the apartment door, the first thing he noticed was the lack of lighting in the place. He frowned, as this was not common since he moved in with Yoongi, who always received him with an excitement not so consistent with his day-to-day mood. My grumpy kitten, Hoseok thought, feeling the urge to find him grow as he faced Yoongi's absence.
He was tired, the day hadn't been good at the company – which had become the new normal this past month – and investors were increasingly demanding. His head was begging for a break from work and one of the best ways Hoseok had found it was to think of Yoongi. There was another person who also made him have certain daydreams, but thinking about her lately made him a little frustrated and that wasn't what he needed at the moment. He closed the door behind him and his hand automatically went to his tie, loosening the knot, which wouldn't necessarily help his fatigue, but it would ease the stressful grip of the fabric of the collar around his neck. He always hated the fact that he had to wear that kind of outfit, as it wasn't really his style. On the other hand, Yoongi practically begged Hoseok to keep the suit on for as long as he could convince him, putting his cheeky little hands all over Hoseok's body.
"Kitten?"he called after him, raising his voice a little, but there was no answer. Maybe the boy stayed until late with his coworkers and forgot to let Hoseok know.
He debated if he would complain to the eldest for that, but then decided to let it go. Yoongi needed time with his friends and Hoseok didn't intend to be a pain in the ass of the boy. Not as a boyfriend and much less as a dominator.
He ran his fingers over the wires lined up on his head, messing it up a little, and placed his company folder on the small table near the entrance. His mouth was dry and he was in such a hurry to get home that he didn't even consider drinking a glass of water at work. He took hurried steps to the well-equipped kitchen area, going straight to the fridge, looking for the container of liquid he'd been craving. Hoseok was about to fill a glass when he heard something behind him. He continued the act, feeling a little less cranky as he wet his lips with pure, ice-cold water, feeling it all the way down to his stomach, and only then did he turn his face away, looking over his shoulder.
"Decided to show up?" he said, raising an eyebrow.
"Why are you so late?" He received as an answer.
Hoseok placed the glass in the sink and shifted his body so he could look directly at the one he was talking to. *Damn, so beautiful.*
Yoongi was standing on the bottom step of the stairs that led to the second floor of the luxury penthouse. He wore a black robe, a poorly made bow around his slim waist, and he was barefoot, arms crossed. Due to the darkness of the apartment, he couldn't see Yoongi's face completely, but the sulky pout on the older man's lips was clear, which soon faded when Hoseok approached, running his eyes through Yoongi's body in a way that wasn't innocent at all. As if just his eyes were enough to disarm him, Yoongi uncrossed his arms, possibly preparing to have him between them. But that wasn't in Hoseok's plans, at least not so soon.
“You know how that place turns into hell this month,” he said, shoving his hands in his pockets and stopping inches from Yoongi's small body.
"I also know how much you insist on working more than you should or need." he grumbled, which in Hoseok's eyes only served to make him even cuter.
"I really need to relax. Maybe spanking a cheeky little boy's ass is a good way to do that, don't you think?" he questioned, fully aware of what his words would do to Yoongi's submissive part. He watched as the boy swallowed his own saliva, his Adam's apple moving, and bit the inside of his plump cheek.
Hoseok couldn't be happier to see Yoongi eating well. They had gone through a difficult time a while ago and the eldest lost weight, leaving him quite worried. Yoongi descended the only stair separating them and reluctantly wrapped his arms around Hoseok's shoulders, looking up. He was more flushed than usual, Hoseok could see. He squinted at the nervousness visible on his boyfriend's features.
"What have you been up to?"
"Why do you always think I've up to something?" His voice was low, contained, and his fingers stroked the longer strands at the back of Hoseok's neck.
"Because I know you. Don't try to create an image of good behavior when we both know damn well it doesn't suit you." He peeked at the piece of white skin from the sampled collarbone and wrapped one of his arms around Yoongi's waist.
"I'm not always like this…" He tried to argue and Hoseok snorted in response.
"You underestimate my intelligence by lying like that, Yoongi." he received a mischievous smile from the eldest and with his free hand tried to open the light fabric of the robe that covered him. The boy didn't allow it, holding Hoseok's fingers in his own hand. Hoseok looked him up and down, trying to understand what was going on and was about to ignore Yoongi's grip on his hand and invade the robe anyway when the boy decided to speak.
"I have a surprise for you," he dropped nervously, "In the bedroom. Our bedroom."
Hoseok knew exactly which room Yoongi was talking about and found himself intrigued. He didn't mind when Yoongi took the initiative to submit without having to be commanded, as he also liked it when it was his kitten's submissive side that brought out the very dominant side that Hoseok possessed. They didn't have a 24/7 relationship and if it was up to him they would never have, but even though they agreed to practice BDSM more intensely and exclusively in sex, they were open to exceptions. But that wasn't enough to make Yoongi so uneasy.
"Kitten, what's happening?" he questioned, using the tone of his voice to imply an order. Yoongi was being summoned to speak.
"Don't worry, it's nothing that's on your mind right now. Please trust me. It needs to be a surprise.” he explained, dropping a peck on his boyfriend's jaw. That wasn't enough for Hoseok, but he decided to give the boy the benefit of the doubt.
"And what exactly do I need to do? Where can I find such a surprise?" He pulled Yoongi closer, fitting him into his own body and breathing in the citrus fragrance that exuded from his skin. He brought Yoongi's face close to his and Yoongi had to lean back, preventing him from taking his lips.
"Take a shower first. I know you don't feel comfortable this way and I need you to be as relaxed as possible."
"Hm…" he muttered against his cheek, moving his face to thrust again in a kiss.
"Hoseok, please" asked Yoongi, averting his own face even more, which made him kiss only the corner of the older man's lips. Hoseok grunted.
"Fuck, I hate when you do that."
"I know, I just need you to be quick. Kissing me now wouldn't help at all."
"I don't know if I'm enjoying this that much." He took his hands off Yoongi, placing them on his own waist.
"I promise you will like it. Please" He took a step back and Hoseok sighed, running his hands through his hair.
"I'll meet you in fifteen minutes."
He watched as Yoongi's eyes lit up and he nodded, sprinting down the stairs towards the game room. He didn't know what to make of him and his daily petulance, but Hoseok liked having him at his feet when he made him swallow his naughty posture and watched the sweeter side of Yoongi's submission surface. He was quite a challenge for Hoseok and all that was most precious in the world. He wouldn't trade it for absolutely nothing or anyone.
As he had said, fifteen minutes later, showered and wearing only a pair of black sweatpants, Hoseok headed for the farthest door in the same hallway as his suite, not knowing exactly what to expect behind it. Yoongi could be quite inventive when he wanted and even though Hoseok knew him with the back of his hand, he couldn't predict his steps. Much less in this situation.
He cracked his neck, a habit he had acquired to ease the tension in his shoulders and make his body more comfortable. Without warning — after all, he was the one who made the rules inside — he opened the door and what he saw made his heart speed up and beat so hard that for an instant he lost almost all the control he had over his body.
He's back was the first thing that crossed his mind. His fingers tightened on the doorknob until the knots turned pale. What he wanted most was to run to the man in his bed and take him in his arms, smell him and hear the sly voice he was so used to. But he couldn't deny what the other wanted, not when his request was so wide open and screaming right in front of his eyes. At that moment the boy needed his Dom and not his boyfriend.
Taehyung couldn't see him, but Hoseok knew he was aware of his presence. He closed the door, making a point of putting in a little more force so that the noise reverberated through the room. He stepped back from the entrance, crossing his arms and taking his time to admire the view. The youngest was kneeling on the edge of the bed and wearing only black underwear as far as normal clothes were concerned. But around his entire torso was a beautiful harness that Hoseok had given him as a gift when they turned two years old together.
Taehyung was fond of these pieces and had several of them, but he insisted on making his favorite one obvious. The buckles gleamed on his chest and the dominator became aware of his submissive's slightly uneven breathing. Being blindfolded, Taehyung could only try to imagine what Hoseok would do to him, what he was planning and that caused excitement and nervousness. He loved seeing him that way, yearning for his touch.
He had to admit to himself that the delay in observing every last detail of the youngest's body wasn't just to create tension, but to fill his own need. Hoseok missed him so much it hurt. It took him a couple of deep breaths to contain his urge to hold him and never let go of him in his life. But seeing him so surrendered and so calm waiting to serve, he knew it could wait. He would have a lifetime to hold his boy in his arms.
It was by taking control of himself again that he could see a tiny movement out of the corner of his eye. Then he saw Yoongi kneeling by the door, thighs apart, hands palms up on top of them. Completely black hair fell over his eyes, preventing him from seeing them. The black strands contrasted with the milky skin, so white it practically begged to be marked. And Hoseok would mark him. He approached the older one, his steps slow and restrained, until his own feet came into Yoongi's field of vision.
He lifted his hand, running his fingertips so gently through the soft hair, he even doubted the other could feel it. But his body was alert, and Hoseok knew it. With his index finger he tapped the center of the older man's head twice, and he looked up anxiously at the same moment. As he didn't want Taehyung to hear what he intended to say to Yoongi, Hoseok lowered his body, coming face to face with the boy in front of him.
"Did you knew?" he questioned, his voice low and controlled, a soft whisper close to Yoongi's ear.
"No, sir. When I got home he was already here." His face was red, but his speech came out straight. He might be a defiant brat, but he wasn't a liar.
"And were you the one who handcuffed him like that? Did you do that?" His finger, which had previously been on top of the boy's head, trailed down to his chin, keeping his small and bright eyes on his.
"It was his idea. I just helped put it into practice, sir." he sighed. "He needs it. We need it..."
Hoseok looked away at Taehyung, who was still oblivious to the whole situation. It was always difficult to get him to talk about his desires, especially when it came to something sexual. When he met him, Tae wanted so much to please and be a good submissive that he wasn't sincere about his own needs and that left the dominator completely frustrated. Then the feelings came and the relationship went from Master/Apprentice to a loving relationship. Hoseok was able to work through these issues better, he was able to show that Taehyung could trust him not only as Dom but as his life partner and everything finally changed. There is still hesitation on the part of the younger one, but a sincere answer always comes and for now that is enough.
He returned his gaze to Yoongi and stroked his cheek, bringing their faces closer together.
“So let's get him what he needs, huh?” He pointed to the black dresser. "Go to the second drawer and choose a cute pair for Tae. You know how beautiful he looks wearing jewelry, don't you?" The older one nodded, biting his lower lip. "And in the third drawer there's something for you. Take the red, I love that color on your body. What do you say?" He touched his thumb to Yoongi's soft lips and felt the boy's shoulders shake.
“Yes, sir,” he replied in a whisper. Hoseok nodded and took Yoongi's hand away, who in an agile and majestic movement got to his feet. He was naked — one of Hoseok's demands for the bedroom — and offered him a nice view of his plump ass as he walked to the indicated spot.
Well, now it was time to take care of the other brat.
He adjusted his body to stand up again and walked until he was so close to Taehyung that he was able to smell his sweet scent , the one he loved so much. The boy seemed to feel it too, as he suddenly moved his arms, going against the grip of the handcuffs. Hoseok studied the objects around his wrists, pleased with Yoongi's fine work. He decided it was time to break the silence.
"Taehyung, my love, I will give you one chance, and only one, for you to explain the fact that you're wearing clothes in my room, in my bed." he said, this time loud enough for even Yoongi to hear. The sudden speech made Tae jump a little, which in a way was pleasant for Hoseok. He loved seeing the boys scared.
"I just...didn't know if you would accept that. It's been so long" Finally he could hear his voice. They talked constantly on the phone, but it wasn't the same thing.
"It doesn't seem like a very convincing reason. Do you still remember the first rule or do I have to say it again?" He lowered his voice and Taehyung blew out a breath through his mouth.
"Always be ready, sir."
"Always. And as long as the lead of your collar is in my hands, that's what I expect from you. Is it too much to ask?"
"No, s-sir."
"Great. I hope you enjoyed the comfort of this while it lasted…" He pulled the elastic of his underwear and released it, causing the submissive's skin to make a not-too-strong crack. " ...since I intend to take it out as quickly as possible.
He felt an icy touch on his back and looked over his shoulder, seeing Yoongi offering the objects he had asked for, in his hands. He noticed that the pair of jewels the eldest chose were green, in an emerald shade, and Hoseok hadn't used them yet. Yoongi seemed to know that he bought them especially thinking of Taehyung, as green was the boy's favorite color.
"Thanks, kitten. " He took the jewels with one hand and with the other pointed to the floor, right beside his feet. He didn't need to do that twice, that gesture was already so familiar to Yoongi that he obeyed him without even thinking. The older man's knees touched the ground. "Keep yours for now and keep your eyes down. I don't want those curious little eyes of yours watching what's going on up here."
Yoongi looked reluctant for a moment, but Hoseok noticed that the boy looked at Taehyung and smirked, then lowered his head. He wanted that moment to be for the youngest, he also missed it and the dominator knew it. But he wouldn't let Yoongi put himself in the background.
He looked back at Taehyung and took two steps forward, allowing his chest to touch him. The boy inhaled deeply, his hands tightening on the cuff chains and Hoseok brought his lips to his ear.
"Do you know what I have here, Taehyung?" he asked in a teasing whisper. With his index finger he roamed the harness straps, applying enough force that the boy knew Hoseok was touching him, but without actually having skin-to-skin contact. "I will decorate you for me. It's going to hurt a little bit, but I know you don't mind."
Taehyung opened his mouth but hesitated, biting his lower lip. Hoseok could understand the hesitation, as they hadn't seen each other in nearly six months and their dynamics were rusty.
"Dont worry, we're not using high protocol. You can speak, but be respectful." he said and raised his voice, touching the dark hair of the boy kneeling beside him. "That goes for you too, kitten."
Taking his hand off of Yoongi, he lifted his index finger and touched the tip of Taehyung's nose, running the finger until it stopped at his pink lips. He circled the spot, as if drawing every inch, and forced the boy to open his mouth.
“Make it wet, love,” he ordered. It didn't take long for Taehyung's tongue to touch his finger in a shy caress, the saliva moistening his skin. "Say your safe word." He descended a little further with his finger, sliding down Tae's chin, neck, and reaching his collarbone.
"Strawberry, sir."
The voice came out in a thread, but bathed in expectation. Hoseok's finger dropped further down the submissive's warm body, touching his chest and finally reaching one of the already stiffened nipples. He didn't move, but it was enough for Taehyung to lock his jaw.
"What if you need a break or something is too uncomfortable but not uncomfortable enough to say 'strawberry'?"
He brought his mouth close to the other nipple, releasing a breath of hot air on it, hearing the younger one's wheezing.
"Yellow, s-sir," he said through gritted teeth.
"Kitten?"
“Red and yellow, sir,” Yoongi replied.
"Very well. Let's see what we have here..." He placed a chaste kiss on the youngest's chin and caught a nipple between his thumb and forefinger, squeezing lightly. "Did you miss me?" asked Hoseok. Taehyung was very auditory, he liked to hear his voice and the Dom wouldn't deny him that night.
"A lot…" he replied, already acquiring the sly tone he was used to hearing. Hoseok smiled nasally, brushing his own lips against Taehyung's without actually kissing him.
“I'll let you show me how much you missed me later, love. It's been a while since I've had this little mouth on me, I miss it." he kissed the youngest's neck, hearing the moan trapped in his throat as he rotated the nipple a little between his fingers.
"Let me kiss you, please," asked Taehyung, pulling his fists trapped in the handcuffs.
"Not yet."
Hoseok bent down and licked the sensitive nipple, circling it teasingly, eliciting gasps from the boy. He closed his lips to Taehyung's flesh, preparing him for what was to come. Before releasing him, he bit down lightly, without hurting and Tae contracted the muscles of his body.
"I'll put clamps on you. Take a deep breath" indicated Hoseok, and went back to sucking on his hard nipple, preparing it for the clamp's grip. As he walked away, he positioned the object and released it in the rigid nipple, extracting a hiss from Tae. "I know you like it, no need to pretend."
"Hoseok..." He whimpered, probably feeling the restriction of blood circulation in his nipple. It was nothing to worry about, though.
He repeated the process on the other, sucking and nibbling until it was as sensitive as the first and also attached a clamp to this one. Taehyung pulled the restraints and Hoseok waited a few moments for him to get used to the little jewelry. Tae's body relaxed, only to receive a hard slap on one of his buttocks.
"I know it's been a while, but the rules haven't changed. Call me by my name again and I swear I'll make it hurt" scolded the dominator.
"I'm sorry, sir." He bowed his head and Hoseok clicked his tongue.
"You know I'm not usually nice, but today I'm in a good mood. That doesn't mean I'll accept disobedience, Taehyung." he said, pulling the chain that connected the two clamps and the boy leaned forward, moaning softly. "Now, there's a kitten here that missed you so much. Don't you think he deserves to know you missed him too?"
He licked the youngest's chin, until he reached his left ear, where he placed a light nibble on the earlobe. Taehyung nodded.
"Tell him," Hoseok whispered in his ear.
"I missed you, Yoon..." The boy muttered sincerely. Hoseok kissed his jaw, then pulled away.
"Yoongi, kitten, I want to play a little." He took the dark hair in one hand, without using much force and raised the elder's feline gaze, which shone with pleasure. "See this?" He pointed to the youngest submissive's underwear. "I want out. Help him out, but don't touch him more than enough. Then climb into bed and get on all fours, arms outstretched, butt up. You brought me something, didn't you?"
Yoongi nodded, biting his lower lip. He had this craze ever since he met him and it only made him hotter. The boy reached out, offering the butt plug with a round red crystal at the tip, which Hoseok accepted with great pleasure. He pointed with his chin to Taehyung.
"Do as ordered."
Yoongi climbed to his feet and Hoseok walked away from the boys, going to a shelf located to the right of the bed, containing the objects he thought were essential. He thought a little about what he would do that night. He had been training orgasm control for some time with Yoongi, but wanted to take him to the edge. Taehyung hasn't been touched in a long time and Hoseok didn't want to get tough with him and have the risk of hurting him. He smiled evilly as he found the perfect way to combine business with pleasure. Those two were attached as if they were born glued together, it would be interesting to play with their collar brotherhood. It would be fun.
He grabbed a bottle of lube and returned to the bed, finding Taehyung naked and Yoongi in the exactly position he wanted him to be. The older man's excited eyes followed his path to his back and Hoseok smirked at his curiosity.
"I know you want it. "He ran his fingertips along the side of Yoongi's thigh, who sighed. "Look ahead. " He obeyed and Hoseok grabbed one of his buttocks, stroking the white skin. A few marks appeared here and there, the result of their other visits to this room, and they only made him more attractive from the boyfriend's point of view. He liked to mark him as his.
He bent down, kissing the base of Yoongi's spine, depositing little kisses all the way to the cleft between his buttocks. He wanted to get him wet and aroused enough as he wouldn't prepare him with his fingers for the butt plug. He ran his tongue over the slightly pink hole, making a point of using more saliva than he really needed. Yoongi purred softly, spreading his legs wider and bending his torso even more.
"It's a shame you can't see Yoon, Taehyung. Remember how tight he is? Remember how good he moans when he has you inside him?" he questioned, not waiting for an answer, after all he knew that the boy remembered everything. It was practically impossible to forget about Yoongi.
The older one looked over his shoulder, grinning wickedly, probably enjoying being the center of the conversation. Hoseok raised an eyebrow and raised a hand, but Yoongi was faster and quickly returned to the starting position, which elicited a nasal chuckle from the dominator. He brought his hand down anyways, slapping one of his round buttocks, coloring it a reddish hue. The slap was strong and made Yoongi gasp.
“Fucking brat,” muttered Hoseok, knowing he was purposely disobeying him. He took his hands off Yoongi's body. "Stay like that."
He took a few steps, circling the bed to circle Taehyung's thin waist with one of his arms, pulling without warning the chain between the clamps, making him moan. The boy's cock was already erect between them, it's head wet with pre-cum. He threaded his fingers through the dark, full strands, pulling his head to the side, biting the curve of his neck.
"What did you think when you were away? Did you dream of Yoongi, with that perfect mouth of him sucking you off? Open your mouth." The boy obeyed and Hoseok placed the butt plug between his lips. "Suck. It's for Yoongi." he heard the moan in his throat and continued with the teasing. "Or maybe you dreamed of me, fucking you hard and stupid from behind."
The younger one sucked on the plug, his cheeks sinking with the suction and his hands closed on the cuff chains.
"If you are a good boy, maybe I can consider the possibility of allowing you to fuck my kitten, Taehyung. But you have to earn it first." He bit the boy's chest, pulling the clamps once more and removing the plug from his lips now even more pink and full.
Abandoning the younger one for a while, Hoseok turned his attention to Yoongi, lifting one knee on the bed to spread his thighs further apart. He took the tube of lube and poured it over the inviting little hole, spreading the liquid with his finger. Yoongi moaned, sinking his face into the mattress as the plug was pressed against him, widening and filling him.
"Let him listen to you, Yoongi. Make him imagine." He pushed the butt plug even deeper and the older one moaned again, louder this time. Hoseok saw out of the corner of his eye when Taehyung tensed. He was horny as fuck and it was exactly the way he wanted the boy.
Finally, the only thing that could be seen of the plump object was the red crystal when Yoongi took it completely. He was so white, the color practically glowed on his body. Hoseok caressed his ass, pressing his own fingers against the boy's soft flesh.
"I have a game for you two. It will be fun." He grabbed the older boy's calves and pulled him until he was side by side with Taehyung. Yoongi tried to prop himself up on his elbows, but Hoseok turned his body, laying him on his back. He pushed his legs up and spread them, holding his knees. "Put your hands above your head, I don't want to have to tie you."
Yoongi complied, but Hoseok knew he couldn't fake this good boy role for long. His smooth belly went up and down with rapid breathing, anticipation in the air. He pulled away from the bed, watching his two submissives together at last. That's how he liked to have them, ready and delivered.
"I know how much you care for each other. You make me proud as collared brothers. For that reason, today's game will be the following: I want you two to come together."
Yoongi smiled, laughter filling the room and shifted a little on the bed.
“I liked that,” he said.
"Ah, but things won't be that simple, kitten. Everything will depend on Taetae," He headed towards the youngest, squeezing his thighs, nuzzling his cheek. "My sensitive good boy can't hold back for long."
As if proving his point, Taehyung moaned loudly as he had the base of his cock wrapped around Hoseok's long fingers, a firm grip on the hard, aroused member. Hoseok shifted his eyes to Yoongi and touched his crotch with his free hand, moving down the older man's cock and balls, reaching for the plug. He withdrew an inch from the object slowly, repositioning it back afterward. Yoongi clutched the quilt with his hands, his eyes clouded with pleasure directed at the dominator.
"If he comes before you, there will be no orgasm for you" he told the boy, who frowned.
"What?!" he raised the body. "But…" he tried to argue, but was cut off when Hoseok grabbed his neck, pulling Yoongi to him until his face was inches from his own.
"Do you have any objections?" he asked, the amusement in his voice giving way to the warning tone. The boy took hold of his wrist, trying to untangle himself from the grip and opening his mouth smartly to rebut. Hoseok snorted dismissively and released him only to slap one side of his face, reddening his cheek to the touch, then cupping his chin. He pressed his cheeks until a pout appeared on the older man's lips. "Do you have any objections, slut?" he questioned once more, squinting his eyes. The submissive shook his head. "Use your words."
"No, sir." The speech was distorted by the tightness around his face, which did not allow him to move his mouth freely.
"That's what I thought. " He pushed his body back onto the mattress. "Hands up." He growled the order and didn't bother to wait for it to be answered.
His hand returned to Taehyung's cock and Hoseok pulled him closer by the harness, brushing his lips over the younger one's. He parted them, as if begging for a kiss and Hoseok bit his bottom lip before giving the boy what he wanted. He invaded Tae's mouth with his tongue, exploring, devouring without reluctance. He had been waiting for this too long and finally getting a taste of Taehyung after so many months was overwhelming. Tae returned the kiss with eagerness, leaning towards him, pulling the handcuffs as if he wanted to touch him. He released the younger man's mouth, moving his hand on his throbbing member.
Hoseok's own cock begged for freedom, but it was not the time.
"Do you think you can come with Taehyung, kitten? Will Tae be able to hold on for you?" he asked Yoongi.
"I swear I'll try, Yoon" said Taehyung. Hoseok smirked, knowing in advance that he wouldn't.
Yoongi hooked a foot into one of his legs and the Dom reached out, grabbing the crystal of the plug, taking turns between the two submissives. With one hand, he masturbated Taehyung and with the other he fucked Yoongi with the help of the butt plug. The room was filled with moans, some softly, some louder, but definitely a feast for Hoseok's ears.
He moved his hands in sync, removing the plug from the inside of a Yoongi surrendered to pleasure at the same time as he performed a nice back and forth on Tae's cock, extracting sly whimpers from the youngest. He'd always been more sensitive and Hoseok wasn't playing fair, he had to admit. Just a butt plug was not enough stimulus for Yoongi to reach the apex so quickly and the older one seemed to know it.
"Sir, that's not fair..." Yoongi bit the inside of his cheek, scrunching up his face in pleasure.
"What would be the fun if it were?" replied Hoseok, increasing the speed of the metal object's attacks against Yoongi.
"Ah!" Taehyung moaned, leaning his head on one of the arms raised by the handcuff grip and pushing his hip against Hoseok's hand.
“You're so noisy, love,” he murmured into the boy's ear, running his thumb over the sensitive glans.
“You can't do that, sir...” Yoongi continued, rubbing his instep against Hoseok's inner thigh.
"Oh, really?" He changed the angle at which he pushed the plug and Yoongi threw his head back, holding back a moan as he bit his lower lip. That got a contemptuous laugh from Hoseok. Yoongi could fight as he was, but he always ended up melting in his hands.
“Yoon…I'm close…” whispered Tae, his head reclining forward, the wavy strands covering the black blindfold over his eyes.
"No, Tae! Hold on just a little longer, baby..." asked Yoongi.
"How long has it been since you last came at my hands? How long since you had me inside you?" instigated Hoseok, increasing the speed of his hand on the boy's member between their bodies. He was so turned on it wouldn't last long.
"Master..."
"Tae, please don't..." begged Yoongi as he realized the boy was close to coming. "Just a little longer..."
Hoseok took his hand away from the younger boy's cock, receiving incomprehensible protests, but which quickly stopped when he ripped the blindfold from his face. His glowing eyes blinked against the light, trying to accommodate the sudden glare and as he directed them to Hoseok the boy sighed, running his gaze over the man's body.
"Hi, sweetie." He kissed the swollen lips of the previous kiss and knew the younger one had been lost in him. Yoongi wouldn't stand a chance against Hoseok. Taehyung moaned into Hoseok's mouth and as soon as his lips were released, he did exactly what hia boyfriend thought he would do.
He turned his head, looking at Yoongi's trembling body, at the plug moving between his legs. He looked up at his flushed face contorted in pleasure, his mouth open in a silent moan. Yoongi's hips moved against Hoseok's hand, in the illusion that he was controlling the object's movements within him.
"He is beautiful, isnt he?" he pressed his forehead against Taehyung's chest, feeling his scent, loving him with his hand. The back and forth was already fast and he knew the sub was on edge.
"Yoongi, I can't hold it anymore..."
"Please, Tae!" The desperation in Yoongi's voice didn't seem enough to contain the boy anymore.
“Look at me,” ordered Hoseok and was immediately obeyed. "Don't hold back."
“Master, don't do that.” Yoongi's voice died on a loud moan, the plug probably hitting a new place inside him. Hoseok ignored the older man's request and brushed his lips to Taehyung's, holding his gaze.
"I'm sorry, Yoon..." said the youngest, his voice sly, his gaze dropping to look at Hoseok's hand itself, his long fingers working expertly.
"Come for me, love" The dominator whispered in his ear and that served as the push for Taehyung to fall from the edge of pleasure where he was, spilling the cum into his hand, moaning hoarsely. Damn, he loved that moan so much.
Hoseok pulled away from Yoongi, who sighed in frustration, and wrapped an arm around Taehyung's waist, still squeezing his cock, receiving everything the boy had to give. He wanted him completely. Tae buried his face in the Dom's neck and moaned some more, his breath coming out in gasps.
“I love you,” he said at last. Hoseok smirked, tilting his head and sniffing the scent of his soft hair.
"I know. You're my good boy. It's a shame Yoongi can't come too, isn't it?"
"I'm sorry Yoon, I tried..." said Tae, lifting his head.
"Shut up, it wasn't your fault."
Hoseok looked away at the angry kitten and was shot by Yoongi's angry glare, which made him smile. Taehyung sighed as the dominator withdrew his fingers from his length, wiping his hand on the boy's thigh. His body lurched forward a little, supported by the handcuffs, and Hoseok saw that it was time to get him out of that position.
"We'll release you." He raised his hands to reach for Tae's bound wrists, unbuckling the leather cuffs, being careful to lower the boy's arms slowly. He kept his eyes on Taehyung's features, watching his responses. He didn't see any discomfort from him, so he didn't waste much time. "Go back a bit."
Tae looked over his shoulder, getting a sweet smile from Yoongi, who went out of his way, allowing him to obey his order. Hoseok unhitched the cuffs from the top of the bed, feeling Yoongi's foot climb up his abdomen in a provocative act. Holding the loose cuffs in one hand, Hoseok patted the submissive's foot, handing the objects into the older man's palms.
"Handcuff him," he said, referring to Taehyung, who was looking at him expectantly.
Yoongi got down on his knees on the bed, crawling to the boy's back, releasing the handcuffs on the quilt to run his fingers through his boyfriend's tattooed arms. It was the first time they had seen him in person with his new tattoos and Hoseok had to admit that Taehyung was a delight in that way. He looked at Yoongi fondly, even though the older one was busy pinning his arms behind his back.
Already immobilized, Taehyung stared at him, waiting for some command. Hoseok licked his lips and ran a hand over his stomach, getting the two submissives's watchful eyes on him. He lowered the touch slowly, digging into the fabric of his pants, grabbing his cock. Even though they'd been together for nearly five years, the dominator would never get tired of the sight of the boys naked and was hard as a stone.
"Put him in the right position, kitten," Hoseok indicated and Yoongi grinned roguishly, running his hand up Taehyung's back, grabbing the back of his head.
The boy gasped, but didn't show any resistance to being pushed by the older one, getting in the position that Yoongi himself was in before. One side of his face touched the soft quilt, his bottom thrust into the air. Yoongi placed himself between the boy's legs, pulling them apart.
Still with his fingers wrapped around his cock inside his underwear, Hoseok approached, climbing onto the bed, one thigh on either side of the younger boy's face. Sitting on his heels and stroking the excited flesh between his legs, he touched Taehyung's hair.
"You made Yoongi even more horny, love. You must do something about it, don't you think?” Hoseok brushed off some strands that covered Tae's dark eyes. Yoongi looked at Taehyung as if he adored him, one of his hands at the base of the youngest's spine, his cock touching a buttock. Hoseok would make it harder for little brat. "Do you want to fuck Taetae, Yoongi?"
"Please, Master. "begged him and the Dom nodded, offering a subtle pat on the back of Taehyung's neck.
"Get he wet and ready for you." Yoongi smiled, satisfied. He pulled away a little from the youngest's butt, opening his buttocks before leaning over him, running his tongue over the entrance. Between his legs, Taehyung moaned, sinking his face into the mattress. "I have something for you too."
Hoseok pulled his pants and underwear down together and his cock breathed free, inches from the younger submissive's face. He threaded his fingers between the silky strands and pulled Taehyung's head up, slightly tilted diagonally, holding his chin with his free hand.
"Open your mouth, tongue out. "His command voice made Taehyung be quick, his tongue escaping his lips, his eyes with a certain air of innocence glazed over at Hoseok. "Look at you, love, completely ready to be used."
On the other side, Yoongi splayed his hands on Taehyung's thighs, his thumbs pulling the flesh of his ass, leaving him more exposed as he sucked the boy's slit. The younger man's face scrunched up, his hands moving between the handcuffs. He couldn't do much more than accept what the two men would do to him.
The dominator ran the head of his own dick on Taehyung's wet muscle, looking deep into his eyes, counting the seconds to sink into that hot little mouth.
“Yoongi” Hoseok called him.
"Yes, Sir?" The submissive looked up at him.
"Put a finger on the boy. Slowly..." He moved Taehyung's head so that his tongue ran along the length of his member. "Leave him yearning for more like a little bitch."
"With pleasure, sir."
Yoongi bit his lower lip, sucking on a finger, making sure Hoseok saw the whole scene. As soon as he placed his finger on Tae's tight entrance and forced it, Hoseok pushed his hips forward, feeling the wet heat of the boy's mouth. Taehyung moaned against his cock, his eyes closing with the feeling of being filled by the two men.
"Close your lips on me, Taehyung. I want you to suck me good." said Hoseok, grunting as he felt the soft grip around him. *Oh, fuck...*
Tae swallowed his cock, his tongue stroking the cock inside his mouth. Hoseok held tight to his hair and rested the boy's chin in his hand, as Taehyung just had to lift his torso. Once he had it positioned correctly, he moved in and out of his wet mouth faster and more brutally, fucking hard. Taehyung was amazing at blowjobs and had absurd control of his breathing and tongue, managing to contain most of his natural throat reflexes. But it wouldn't be so easy with Yoongi's fingers teasing him. The older one also fucked him with his finger, but slowly, as demanded by Hoseok.
Because he couldn't contain his moans, Taehyung lost the control he had and choked a little, releasing extremely exciting sounds not only for his dominator, but also for Yoongi, who moaned softly when he saw Taehyung's hip move against his finger. Yoongi's eyes flicked to Hoseok's, as if he implicitly asked permission for something the man already knew what it was. With the boyfriend's confirmation, Yoongi added another finger in the boy's hole and Tae pressed his lips even tighter around Hoseok's cock, who even felt the touch of the boy's teeth. He withdrew quickly, mercilessly tugging at the submissive's slightly sweaty strands of hair.
"If you bite me, I'll spank your ass so hard your soul will leave your fucking body." Hoseok growled and Taehyung opened his mouth, releasing an apology that was interrupted as soon as he had the dominator member back between his lips. "If two fingers can do that mess to you, I can't imagine your reaction with Yoongi's cock. But it happens, love…” He thrust deeper, seeing involuntary tears well up in the boy's eyes. "...that it doesn't matter what's going on back there. No matter what Yoon's fingers or tongue are doing to you, your attention is on me. Ever. Do not forget it."
Being involved by Tae always got him out of control. Since he had entered into this relationship, Hoseok had needed double control, as the two submissives didn't make his life any easier. It was at those times that he took it out, screwing the boys out of their minds. Hoseok felt his pleasure build and moaned low as he watched his cock move in and out of Taehyung's mouth; that by now has his face was flushed and his eyes were smeared with black from the eyeliner he loved so much to use.
Feeling he was a breath away from coming, Hoseok called out to Yoongi.
"Fuck him, kitten," ordered Hoseok and the eldest didn't need to hear it twice.
Yoongi took his fingers off Taehyung and grabbed his own erection, rubbing the pink tip in the boy's already ready hole. Further down, Taehyung whimpered, the sound coming out muffled and distorted by the fast and steady back-and-forth of the dominator in his mouth.
"He's so wet..." said Yoongi, his voice smeared with lust.
"Fuck...like that, love, suck like that. Damn, you don't make it easy for me,” he said to Tae, who tried to look in his direction, but his pupils lost focus as Yoongi buried himself inside him, holding onto his waist.
The dominator felt his body tense and tightened his fingers in Taehyung's sweaty hair, throwing his head back.
"I'm gonna come, Taehyung, I want you to swallow it all." His voice came out hoarse and broken and Hoseok bit his lower lip when he heard Yoongi's delicious moan.
He came hard, his cock touching the younger's throat and Taehyung tried to swallow his cum, pulling his tongue away from his member. He looked down and saw some of his cum trickle from the mouth to the submissive's chin, who squinted his eyes, frowning with the effort.
"Oh!" moaned Yoongi, pulling back completely from Tae's entrance, but pulling the boy's body towards him once more, holding on to the handcuffs and harness to help with the impulse.
The dominator took a deep breath, trying to control the air in his lungs and finally let go of the comfort of soft lips.
"Y-Yoon..." The younger one tried to speak, but he was out of breath and the older one's hip movements didn't stop.
A thread of saliva connected his mouth to Hoseok's cock, and the man ran his thumb over the trickle of cum on Taehyung's face, pushing his finger luscious with the liquid between his swollen lips. He sucked with pleasure and Hoseok smiled, stroking his cheek, smearing it in the process.
"Greedy slut."
Tae smiled, rubbing his cheek on his hand, but the smile didn't last long as he felt another deep thrust from Yoongi.
"Fuck, you're too tight, Tae," growled the older one, pulling the boy towards him so hard that Hoseok felt the bed shift under his knees. He decided to end Yoongi's joy.
"Is that good, kitten?" he asked, teasing him, without him knowing the real reason. He ran his hands over Taehyung's back, going down to his chest, where he sought the chain of the staples, holding it with one finger. "Do you like having him on all fours for you? Even though you know this place is yours?"
He held the back of Taehyung's head and as soon as the boy took a breath, Hoseok pressed his face against the mattress, pulling his nipples with the clamps. The boy let out a loud moan, more like a scream, which came out muffled. He held his face like that for some time, listening to the noise of Yoongi's thighs hitting Taehyung's ass. He counted eight seconds in his mind and pulled the younger boy's head by his hair, watching him gasp for air, his face a wet mess. That would make him a little more vulnerable and aroused.
“Stop,” he ordered Yoongi, who scrunched up his face in disbelief.
“No, Hobi…” He whimpered, using his nickname. His hip continued with the movements and Hoseok dropped the head of a slightly airy Taehyung, climbing off the bed and heading towards the older submissive. Yoongi shook his head, raising his hand, trying to push his body away. "No, please, I'm so close."
Taking the cue, Hoseok grabbed the wrist of the same upraised arm, pushing it towards Yoongi's back. He switched the hand that held the small wrist and with the other, he held the back of the elder's neck tightly, putting one knee on the bed to get even closer. By this time Yoongi was no longer moving and his little free hand touched Hoseok's chest, who forced him to look into his eyes.
"What did you call me?" he asked.
"It was by accident," Yoongi replied, but his eyes gleamed with malice, even though he had a tearful look on his face.
"Oh yeah? I may unintentionally gag your little mouth, tie your little arms and put you on your knees to watch while I play with Tae. Have you ever thought, not being able to touch yourself being so excited? Because I definitely wouldn't touch you. And I might as well accidentally forget to give you permission to come for the rest of the week. It would be mean, wouldn't it?"
Yoongi widened his slanted eyes, shaking his head once more.
“Don't do that,” he asked.
“You know what you have to do.” He measured him up and down, making him sigh.
"I want to come so much..." said Yoongi, his tone pissed off and sly.
"The question is not what you want but what you need. And right now, what you need is to lose the spoiled, naughty brat pose and understand that you don't fucking decide here." He let go of his wrist, gripping his chin. "By the way, it's amazing how much you like to challenge me, but at the first opportunity you have it, you beg for me as if you were in heat."
He pulled Yoongi's hips and his cock left the inside of Taehyung, who shifted on the bed. He pressed his lips to the older man's ear, lowering the hand that was on his chin to his round ass, invading his buttocks and holding the plug between his fingers.
"You're just a toy, kitten. You are just for my pleasure." He shifted the metal object outwards, leaving only the tip inside. "It's no use trying to go against it, you know I'm not just a nobody. Before you can even blink and understand what happened, I put you in your place, at my feet, with your head down and wearing a collar with my name on it so everyone knows who you belong to." He stuck the plug back in and Yoongi tilted his head forward, resting his forehead on his shoulder. "Do you have something to tell me?"
"You're so hot..." he whispered, so low that Taehyung possibly couldn't hear. Hoseok smiled, shaking his head, even though Yoongi couldn't see. That boy was hopeless. But he wouldn't let him get away with it. He slapped so hard at the end of the older's both buttocks, almost reaching the top of the thighs, that Yoongi lost his balance, leaning his body forward, but supporting himself before his weight fell on Taehyung. "Ah!" he yelled. The slap made the plug move, which only made his situation worse.
"I'll give you one more chance, I know you can do better." He gave another slap, this time just on one of the cheeks already marked with his hand. Yoongi cried a little, hiding his face in Taehyung's back.
"I'm sorry, Master." He muttered against the youngest's skin. "I really am." He looked up, the glimmer now of regret, and Hoseok was satisfied for the moment.
"It's a good start... "He caressed the aching buttock and Yoongi's lower lip trembled a little. The boy imitated Taehyung's position, his ass a little more accessible and Hoseok moved the plug back into Yoongi's small hole. "Use your hands on him," he said about the youngest and Yoongi reached for the boy's cock with one hand, holding the already aroused flesh.
"Your hand is so hot, hyung," said Tae as he felt the older man's touch. Yoongi kissed his back, biting the skin to try to contain the sounds in his own throat.
Hoseok held the submissive's hand over Taehyung's cock, but didn't stop there, reaching up with his fingers until he found the chain of staples again. That part should be done carefully and unhurriedly.
"Taehyung, take a deep breath," he said and the boy tried to look in his direction as much as he could due to the position, his eyes confused. Then Hoseok pulled one of the clamps, freeing the nipple, allowing the blood to return to the sensitive tip. Yoongi worked even harder with his hand, he knew how it felt, knew how painful it was. Taehyung hissed, his mouth opening in a silent scream.
“It's okay, baby,” Yoongi said, dropping little kisses on the boy's sweaty back beneath him. He writhed himself with the back and forth of the plug inside him. Hoseok always admired the care the eldest had with Tae, which always made him calmer knowing that in any situation where he wasn't there, Yoongi would protect the boy.
"Kitten, lie down on the bed. Spread your legs wide."
He backed away from him, giving him room so he could obey. He pulled Taehyung by the handcuffs, putting him on his heels. His hair stuck out in all directions, the dry tears now just dark smudges on his cheeks. He could be practically his size, but when he was in his bed, when he looked at him submissively like that, Tae was so small.
Hoseok pulled his mouth to his, tasting the salty taste of his lips, a mixture of saliva, tears and the remnants of Hoseok's pleasure. Releasing his soft lips, he lowered his mouth to his nipple free of the clamp, sucking on it. He reached for Taehyung's wrists, reaching for the handcuffs, opening them and throwing them to the ground. The boy's hands went at lightning speed to his body, pulling at his hair, but Hoseok stopped him from continuing, forcing his wrists down. He released his nipple and faced the younger one.
"Do you want me?" he asked, squeezing his ass, rubbing his own erection against Taehyung's needy cock. He nodded, rubbing himself shamelessly on the dominator. This time, without warning, Hoseok pulled out the remaining clamp, placing the brown nipple in his mouth to ease the pain a little. The boy whimpered, holding on to his arms for support. He blew over the rigid flesh, watching him shrink even further. Then he looked up. "I have a welcome gift, love."
Kissing the younger boy's chin, Hoseok pointed to his back and Taehyung turned, looking in the direction his finger was going. He found Yoongi lying down, thighs apart, showing the red tip of the butt plug and the erect cock pointing upwards. The older one looked back, licking his lips and beckoning him with a forefinger. Tae gulped and Hoseok put his lips to his pierced ear.
"He's all yours."
Hoseok watched as Taehyung turned his body, crawling towards Yoongi, his hands touching his thin white ankles, up his calves, his thighs. Yoongi's breathing was rapid, his eyes completely lost on the youngest who touched him, his fingers running up his now stronger arms, reaching his broad shoulders.
Yoongi is flex, or discovered himself as such when he met Hoseok and Taehyung, but his preference has always been to be passive. Several times the dominator reached his peak masturbating while watching the younger submissive take the older one from behind, hard. Taehyung might be fragile and sweet when it came to serving Hoseok, but he seemed to lose his sweetness when buried himself in Yoongi, which is somewhat understandable.
Taehyung kissed Yoongi's lips heartily, keeping his hands pressed on the older boy's knees, pushing his legs apart. The other surrendered himself completely, letting himself be enveloped by the touch that some time ago seemed distant. It was visible how the bodies had missed each other and now demanded closeness. Hoseok smiled at the sight so sensual and erotic, but it also warmed his heart.
But of course he would have time for molasses later.
"Take off the plug, Taehyung," he ordered, taking off his own pants and underwear at once, touching his cock once more alertly. The youngest had his back to Hoseok, which offered him a privileged view of his ass, his legs tucked between Yoongi's.
Taehyung looked over his shoulder and bit his lower lip, before smirking.
"I want you, Master," he said, running his palm over Yoongi's lower thigh, his fingers reaching for the object that had kept him aroused and ready all night.
"I know that." he emphasized his own speech by squeezing the rigid member a little, making the youngest lick his lips in desire. “I've already fucked your mouth and my kitten fucked your ass and yet you're still the needy mess you've always been, aren't you?
Taehyung smiled even more and looked back at Yoongi, who was practically begging with his little eyes to be touched. Hoseok knew that night had been frustrating for the eldest, after all he was the only one who hadn't come yet. Tae grabbed the red crystal, purposely fidgeting with the plug inside Yoongi who moaned, grabbing the boy's forearms. Perhaps in another life, Taehyung could emerge as a sadist, but Hoseok mentally thanked him for not having an ounce of dominance in that hot little body. Although he was one of the most persuasive boys he'd ever met and he always had to fight an internal war with himself to be able to say no to him out of bed.
Hoseok climbed onto the bed, going to Taehyung's back, which he sat on his ankles. He was the vision of sin with that harness, and the ruler could eat him whole for hours and hours without feeling fully satisfied. He held the younger boy's waist, who proceeded to remove the butt plug of a flushed and sweaty Yoongi, who seemed to suffer even more when he saw Hoseok kiss Taehyung's neck while masturbating, looking directly at him. Soon there was nothing to stop Tae from taking the eldest for himself and he looked to Hoseok for permission.
"'Take a pillow, make it higher,'" said the Dom. Tae sought the object with his eyes and bent over Yoongi to pull it off his back. Hoseok used the moment to lightly slap the boy's ass, who gasped in surprise.
“Fuck, your ass is delicious,” he muttered, squeezing the flesh, running the pad of his thumb over the beginning of the exposed slit.
"You're stronger, Taetae," said Yoongi, touching the boy's leather strapped chest, who smiled in response, stepping away with the pillow in his hands. “I liked it, even though you're beautiful anyway.
"The kitten is inspired today, Taehyung. It doesn't even look as skittish as it was a few minutes ago," Hoseok mocked, even though he completely agreed with Yoongi.
Taehyung didn't respond, but obeyed Hoseok's order and tucked the pillow under Yoongi's lower back, which made his pelvis higher. The youngest lowered his body, purposely rubbing the back of Hoseok's cock while licking Yoongi's red entrance. Yoongi, in turn, looked at the dominator with pleasure mixed with a hint of despair. Yoongi didn't know if Hoseok would let him come and even though he was always defying his dominance, he didn't want to pay attention to himself, not when Taehyung had just arrived after so long.
Hoseok didn't give much to the eldest, just stroked the foot that curled around Tae's back, eliciting a sigh of affection from the boy. Then, Taehyung stood up, touching his own dick and stared at Yoongi, seeming to memorize every little detail of the smallest one.
Hoseok grabbed the back of the boy's neck and brought his moist lips to his ear, circling his waist with one arm.
“Fuck my kitten, love. Fuck him hard, deep, makes him scream your name like the desperate slut we both know he is." He kissed behind the earlobe. “He's been dreaming about it ever since you left and so have I, so he's willing to take it."
"Master..." Yoongi whispered, watching the scene, and Hoseok let go of the back of Taehyung's head, who didn't wait long. The boy held tight to Yoongi's thighs, pushing them up and approaching the body, fitting the cock into the exposed hole. Hoseok went back to masturbating and saw the exact moment when Tae sank whole in Yoongi, who moaned slyly. "Tae, like that..."
"You're so tight, Yoon." The boy moaned, sinking his fingers into the flesh of the older man's waist; retreating to stock it back up, this time even deeper.
Hoseok watched Yoongi's face frown all over, his little eyes closing as he clung to Taehyung as if his life depended on it. The youngest buried his face in the fragrant neck and wet with sweat, whispering loose words of lust to Yoongi. So Hoseok decided it was time to close the gap between the three of them and holding Tae's ass, he pushed his buttocks away from the effort of the thrusts. The boy thrust his cock once more before feeling Hoseok's erection at his entrance.
He stopped moving and kissed Yoongi's lips, moaning against them as Hoseok pushed against the ring of muscles, entering slowly, slowly feeling the sensation he was so used to but hadn't experienced in too long.
"Fuck," he growled low, the grip enveloping him fully. — "Hot fucking little thing."
"God..." he heard Yoongi's voice, while his fingers tightened on Taehyung's back. Hoseok was aware that by moving inside the youngest, he made this one also move around in Yoongi. "I can't hold back."
"'Oh, yes, you will.'" replied Hoseok, finally filling the younger submissive in full. "Don't stop, Taehyung."
Tae left Yoongi's interior, and this brought him even closer to Hoseok, who was pulled back a few inches when the younger man thrust hard into the older one. And that's when it all fell into place.
The bodies began to move together, the moans and whispers mingling. Taehyung was glued to Yoongi, hugging his waist while pouding on him really good, and Hoseok was leaning on his hands, keeping his body weight off the two boys, fucking Tae like there was no tomorrow. Their thrusts were so strong that the bed shifted under the three of them.
"I can't..." whimpered Yoongi.
"Don't come, kitten," warned Hoseok, knowing the boy wouldn't last long. But he wanted to force it, wanted to push him. Yoongi shook his head, lips parted, tears of pleasure welling in his eyes.
"Please," he begged him and Taehyung moaned loudly as Hoseok entered with force.
"No," replied the dominator. Taehyung squeezed the thick thigh that wrapped around him and with his other hand touched Hoseok's ass, urging him to come closer.
"That feels so good " Taehyung's voice was muffled by Yoongi's skin.
"Love," called Hoseok.
"Please, I can't take it anymore," Yoongi said, looking in his direction, one of the tears running down his pink cheek.
"Make Yoongi come," he continued and saw the kitten's eyes widen a little. “Make it quick."
Hoseok took back from the hot and tight hole and Taehyung held even more firmly on Yoongi's waist, increasing the speed of his attacks against the older man's hole. The kitten threw his head back and rolled his eyes, digging his well-cut nails into the younger's back, scratching without caring about it.
"Tae!" Yoongi called when he reached his climax, coming hard against the boy's belly above him. By entering so close together, Taehyung's body stimulated Yoongi's cock in a nice friction.
Hoseok didn't wait for the elder's wave of pleasure to completely dissipate and grabbed Taehyung's waist, lifting his body, putting his ass upright. He went back to pressing his cock against the boy's entrance, pulling him towards it, feeling his cock reach deep inside him. Taehyung screamed with pleasure, his forehead pressed to Yoongi's chest, his hands twisting the quilt. Still enveloped by the haze of pleasure, the older one stroked Tae's hair and with the other hand touched his cock that a short time ago was inside him.
"Fuck me like this," muttered the younger one. "God, I missed you so fucking much." That...
Hoseok held the back of Taehyung's neck and squeezed a little, using the spot to pull him against his cock. He was close and knew that the boy would not take too long to come. He noticed that Yoongi accelerated his hand against Tae's cock and he moaned deliciously, putting one of the older man's nipples in his mouth.
"Are you going to come, love?" asked Hoseok, teeth together, jaw clenched. Taehyung couldn't answer, just nodded. "Come on Yoon's hand, make him dirty of you."
And that's exactly what Taehyung did, his cum running down the older man's fingers, smearing his already sloppy belly. The three of them were a real mess, but that was the kind of mess Hoseok loved. He himself came apart inside Tae, coming so hard that he didn't know if he could have another orgasm for the entire week.
Hoseok tipped his body to the side, lying down next to Yoongi, who was hugging a practically fainting Taehyung in his arms. The older one looked in his direction and he reached up, removing some sweaty strands that clung to his pale forehead and wiping the few tears from his cheek.
"Are you okay?" he asked softly, almost in a whisper, approaching them both. Yoongi tucked a leg between his and smiled sweetly, nodding. The dominator kissed the older man's swollen lips, tasting the salty taste of tears and sweat.
As he walked away from Yoongi, his face was serene and apparently satisfied, but suddenly a worried look took place and he tightened his arms around Taehyung.
“He…” He touched the boys's hair, trying to look down. “Is he crying?” he asked, but it came out much more as an affirmation.
In one leap Hoseok lifted his body and Yoongi curled his legs, trying to sit up even though Taehyung's weight was completely on him.
"Tae?" called Hoseok, putting a hand on one of the boy's arms as he pushed himself up. "Love, what happened? Did I hurt you?"
He greedily shook his head, tucking himself inside Hoseok's legs, his back touching his chest. As they were, Yoongi was facing Tae, his hands rested worriedly on the youngest's crossed thighs, and Hoseok was with his legs apart, sheltering both boys inside them.
"Tell us what happened," asked Yoongi, looking scared at Hoseok, who also didn't quite understand what was going on.
“I don't want that anymore. I can't stay away from you guys anymore. I feel like, l-like it's all wrong.” He sobbed and rubbed his hands over his face, trying to wipe away the tears that trickled down his chin.
Hoseok hugged his waist, kissing his sweaty hair, pressing his own body against his in an attempt to convey comfort. Yoongi also got closer.
"We know how difficult it is, but it's already over. Remember what we talked about? Only three years, that's all." The eldest tried to convince, but won another denial of the shrunken boy.
"No, no, Yoon. I don't want it, it hurts a lot. Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night and I don't have you, it's hard to go back to sleep." He laid his head on Hoseok's shoulder, sniffling his nose.
"The nightmares came back?" He questioned the dominator, keeping his voice light and received a positive nod from Taehyung. "Fuck it, he doesn't step there anymore," he said to Yoongi, who frowned.
"You know you can't decide that, Hobi" He wiped a single tear that escaped the younger boy's left eye. "Tae is already old enough to make his own choices."
"I'm not going back, Yoongi. Not just for you guys, but because I realized that's not what I want. It was never my dream, I'm living my parents dream.
The feline-eyed one frowned further and glared at Hoseok, who returned the confused look.
Almost two years ago Taehyung received the news that he had been accepted by Cambridge for the medical course, a partial scholarship, as he would finish the course in Seoul. He tried several times and failed a few, and the happy smile that plastered his face when he read the email informing him that he was guaranteed a spot made Hoseok believe the boy was living his dream. He always studied for this and talked excitedly about things involving blood and fluids that made Yoongi sick, even though he knew how to hide it well. Tae wanted to be a surgeon like his grandfather.
They had been living together for two years when he went abroad to study. Yoongi pretended to be okay in the calls and Hoseok always encouraged him to follow what he wanted so much, but the truth was that the longing gnawed at them inside. Being so far away Taehyung could only visit them once a year and for a short period of time. The first time he came, he brought a huge smile and lots of interesting stories – not so much for Yoongi – to tell. The second time was scheduled for two months from now, hence Hoseok's surprise to see him at home.
"Explain it properly, Tae" asked Yoongi, softly. The boy sighed.
"My grandfather was my greatest inspiration. When he talked about his profession his eyes sparkled and he was always my best friend. He accepted you two as if you were his grandchildren too." He smiled weakly and Hoseok kissed his shoulder in agreement.
Kim Taehyun always supported the youngest in everything, including when the grandson came out gay and polygamous. In fact, Hoseok was always grateful that Taehyung was unconditionally loved, as even though his parents wheezed at first, they became exemplary in-laws. Yoongi loved to cook with Chohae on the weekends for the family lunch and she just missed calling all the local doctors when she found out from a call that Hoseok had the flu.
The family was somewhat destabilized when Taehyun died.
"...I wanted to make him proud. I really thought that was for me and it's a nice college, if I say I don't like it I would be lying. But it doesn't make me happy, at least not anymore." He lowered his head and Yoongi took his face in his hands, kissing his nose and sealing his lips.
“It's okay, baby."
"I don't know how to tell my parents..."
“We're with you on this one. Besides, they just want you to be happy, love. Just like the two of us. Hoseok sniffed at her hair, pressing his chest even closer to the sticky back. "Are you sure this is what you want? No need to go back, you're in home."
"I am, Hobi. I want to follow my true dream now." This time his boxy smile was happy, which was enough for both Hoseok and Yoongi to smile too.
"And which one is it?" asked the Dom.
"I want to compose. And also singing." He glanced over his shoulder anxiously, seeming to doubt his boyfriend's reaction. Yoongi looked at him with an even bigger smile, the pink gum showing above the tiny teeth and Hoseok kissed the corner of the youngest's pretty mouth.
"Do you?"
"Yup. I made a song for you one of the nights I couldn't sleep. It's called 'Winter Bear'. He smiled sweetly, the smug tone in his voice.
“You're amazing, you know that, don't you?" Yoongi squeezed Taehyung's cheeks. “Your voice is perfect and you are all mine.
"Ours, kitten,'" warned Hoseok and Yoongi rolled his eyes, earning a pinch on his thigh.
"It's okay, ours," muttered the older one and Tae winked at Hoseok. "I'm sure you'll make a lot of beautiful songs and be very successful."
"We'll never doubt that," Hoseok whispered in the younger's ear. "I love you so much."
“You're going to make me cry again…” He shrank back against Hoseok, who grinned goofily. He had no denying that he was just a fool in love with the brat in front of him. “It's all taken care of at college. There is no turning back."
“'Your parents don't know you're here, do they?" Yoongi asked.
"No. Would you go with me to their house tomorrow to tell you everything?"
"Of course. Your question offends me." Hoseok clicked his tongue.
"We're your boyfriends, Tae. We'll always be here,” agreed Yoongi.
"I know. It's just that sometimes it feels so good that it seems like a lie. You two are everything to me. Love you."
Hoseok turned Taehyung's face and took his lips, this time slowly, enjoying the boy's taste. Yoongi snorted and when Hoseok walked away from Tae, he saw him looking down.
"Taehyung is sweeter than you, Hoseok. And I thought that was not possible."
" Stop being annoying " Tae pushed Yoongi, who almost fell over on the bed. The eldest frowned.
“'I may not be Hobi, but my hand won't fall off if I slap you.
"I want to see you try. First grown up a little bit and then I'll talk to you."
Yoongi opened his mouth, completely indignant and looked to Hoseok for support. The Dom just raised his hands, making it clear that he was taking his out of the game.
"You should respect me, kiddo," he squinted at Tae, who threw himself on top of him, pushing him onto the mattress to kiss his cheek. Hoseok sighed. Sometimes they looked like children. "Leave me your...
“You know I'm kidding. I love your little size, Yoon" He kissed the older man's cheek once more, who was trying at all costs to get away.
"Little size your cock, Taehyung. Let go of me!" He tried to look firm but ended up bursting out laughing when he felt the youngest's hands tickle his stomach. "Hoseok! Do something, can't you see I'm being a-attacked here?
“I'm too old to handle this." He ran his hands through his hair, feeling the weariness take over his body. He was hungry and all he wanted was to sleep clinging to the two boys rolling around in bed.
"I'm older than you!" Yoongi managed to climb on Taehyung and covered his mouth, who was trying to mutter something. "HEY! Did you bite me?" He took his hand away, looking at the small red mark that appeared on his palm.
"But your mental age is the same as Taehyung's. Ten years."
"Assume you love me, hyung." He grabbed Yoongi's waist, who slapped his chest.
"Now I'm hyung?"
"You'll always be my cute and grumpy hyung. You know you can't resist me." Tae smiled, preventing Yoongi's hands from attacking his chest once more.
"Say it, kitten. I'm not done with you guys yet." Hoseok snapped, and the reaction he got was hilarious.
At the same moment, both Taehyung and Yoongi looked at him scared, their little eyes opening more and more. Hoseok grinned and got out of bed, reaching for his pants on the floor.
"I'm just kidding. It's bath time, brats.” He pulled on his clothes. Yoongi sighed and Taehyung released his wrists, closing his eyes in relief.
"I really need a bath," Yoongi muttered, looking down at his stomach.
“I think it's sexy." Tae replied.
"Shut up," Yoongi smiled, pushing the younger boy's face, getting out of his lap and away from the bed. “And just for the record, maybe I love you a little bit." He glanced over his shoulder, smiling provocatively.
Taehyung's eyebrows went up and he straightened up, advancing towards Yoongi as if he were hunting his prey.
"Just a little bit, huh? I'll show you something, Yoon." He ran to the oldest, who passed like the wind by Hoseok, who had opened the bedroom door.
"No, Taehyung, stop it!" He heard the voice trail off as they disappeared down the hall. "Hoseok! Tell him to stop." It was the last thing the dominator heard before silence took the place where he was. He rolled his eyes, smiling a little.
He looked at the mess on the bed and decided he would clean up after his shower and dinner, when the boys were probably already in bed. He would make a point of talking to both of them about what happened today, he wanted to hear about what they thought. He used to do that at the end of every visit here, but he didn't want to interrupt Yoongi and Taehyung's joy with this subject, not when he didn't saw any pain or discomfort on their faces as they ran out the door.
He turned off the lights and for the first time felt his body lighter and his soul refreshed. He had his two men home again and couldn't be happier about it. He thought of everything he had planned, the marriage proposal he would make to the two of them when Taehyung returned from Cambridge. He wanted to spend his life with them, feeling that sense of belonging, hearing their high-pitched voices when they discussed the best TV series, hearing their hoarse moans when they had good sex, feeling the scents complement each other whenever he got home. That's what he wanted until the end of his existence. He wanted to be their friend, confidant, boyfriend, husband and dominator. He wanted a family. And he wouldn't wait for that.
Apparently the marriage proposal would come sooner. Hoseok smiled contentedly as he closed the door behind him.