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Breaths were getting heavy and a little shaky, as anticipation rose and heat circulated. Scented candles and dimmed lights cast shadows around the bedroom, and leather cuffs bound wrists to the headboard of the bed.

With the softness of flower petals, Yoongi created a trail of feather-like kisses down the flesh of his bound lover's stomach. He could feel the muscles quivering beneath his every touch. As he gave affection with his lips, his hands moved further down to firmly grip the other man's delicious thighs.

But something was off. Even as they were both nude and aroused, getting down to the deed of love-making, Yoongi could feel it in the air. So he stopped.

Looking up to that handsome face he adored, he spoke with his clear, low tone. "Joon, baby, you're being much quieter than usual." His lover was usually more vocal during times of sensual pleasure.

"I'm sorry, Yoon-hyung..." Namjoon turned his head to the side and bit his bottom lip. He was having trouble clearing his mind tonight. As he felt his smaller lover crawl up over him, he wondered if he was ruining the mood.

"Don't be sorry." Yoongi reached a hand up to brush some hair away from Namjoon's forehead. "What's on your mind? Is tonight not good for this?"

Honestly, Namjoon didn't know. He loved this, but other thoughts were bothering him. "Hyung, is this wrong?" He knew he shouldn't let the words of others bother him, but it was hard sometimes. "Is it wrong for us to be together like this?"

Now Yoongi understood. "That so-called 'family friend' said something again, didn't he?" He was aware of the guy who was a close friend to Namjoon's parents.

"Yeah..." Namjoon always tried to ignore what that guy said, but the judgemental words hurt him. "He said it's wrong for men to be together like this, for a man to enjoy not having control, you know, like I do."

"Joonie, enjoying this doesn't make you any less of a man." Yoongi's tone remained soft and light, despite its natural gruffness. "Does that guy make you happy?" He watched Namjoon shake his head. "Does he make you feel good?" He received another head shake as an answer. "Then why do you care about anything he says?"

Namjoon let out a heavy sigh. "I just don't want to make the wrong decisions in life." That was something that weighed on him.

"I would never steer you wrong." Yoongi placed a hand onto Namjoon's chest and began to slide it downward at a teasingly-slow pace. "How do I make you feel?"

"Good," Namjoon answered with a gulp.

"Just 'good?'" Yoongi leaned down and pressed his lips to Namjoon's throat before giving his flesh a small lick.

Curling his toes as he felt slender fingers wrap their way around his cock, Namjoon was a mere sensation away from spreading his legs, a needy whine in his throat. "So, so good."

Yoongi stuck out his tongue to gently flick it over Namjoon's earlobe before whispering to him. "I know I don't say it often, but I love you, Namjoon. Our love and happiness is more important than what stupid people think."

And that did it. Namjoon was putty, spreading his legs and letting out that whine. "I love you, Yoon-hyung~"

"Now would you like me to be gentle with you tonight to remind you of how loved you are?" That was an offer Yoongi would gladly fulfill if it was requested.

But it wasn't. "No." Namjoon knew exactly what he wanted. "I don't want...to be able to walk tomorrow."

Yoongi gave a low chuckle. "I can make that happen." He would show Namjoon how loved he was. He would express it in every kiss, every touch, every thrust. They didn't need anyone who didn't accept them. They only needed each other.