< part 2 >

Namjoon couldn't disobey, not when Yoongi used that voice. He had a bit of trouble with his bound hands, and then made himself comfortable by getting on his knees and putting his weight on his elbows. Namjoon tried to take all of Yoongi's length in at once, sucking on it almost hungrily. He was used to the taste of him by now, he almost liked it. Namjoon took him out of his mouth, held Yoongi's cock in both hands as he licked the underside from base to tip. The latter moaned at that, a deep sound from his throat that seemed to go down Namjoon's spine and stop between his legs. He could feel the heat building up there, begging for relief, but when Namjoon tried to reach for it the leash threatened to choke him. He still tried, whining in the back of his throat as he couldn't reach and felt the leather constrict.

He felt Yoongi's fingers thread through his hair, and they yanked his head up so that the two could made eye-contact.

"You're getting distracted, Joonie," Yoongi said, twisting his short hair.

"Do it properly. Or do you want me to punish you?"

A part of Namjoon did want it, badly. But a larger part wanted nothing more than to please Yoongi. So he took the older's hard cock back into his mouth, while he tried to ignore his throbbing own. This time Namjoon took in only the tip, sucking at it with his lips. He swirled the tip of his tongue over the slit where Yoongi was most sensitive, hearing the older moan in pleasure. Both of Namjoon's hands were on Yoongi's shaft while his mouth worked on the tip, licking, sucking and nibbling on it. Namjoon's own neglected erection was killing him and he rubbed his legs together, hoping for some urgent friction. Yoongi's cock was weeping, leaking precum into Namjoon's mouth, and he sucked at it eagerly, lips closed around Yoongi's tip, letting go only to run the tip of his tongue against it.

"Fuck, Joonie, you're good at this," Yoongi said, half in a moan. He twisted Namjoon's hair around his fingers, a signal of appreciation.

And then Yoongi said, "enough," and took hold of the short length of leather from Namjoon's neck to his bound wrists and roughly jerked him up.

The leash cut into Namjoon's throat sharply, and he came up choking and gasping for air. Yoongi put an arm around him to steady him and then pulled him in close.

"Are you okay?" he asked, quickly untying the leather around Namjoon's wrists.

"Do you want to stop?"

"I'm f...fine," Namjoon gasped out. He stopped Yoongi as he went to undo the clasp around his neck.

"I'm fine," he said again and just to make sure Yoongi got it, Namjoon kissed him, putting both his hands into the older's soft mint green hair.

Yoongi lay Namjoon down almost gently, and then started delivering soft kisses to his neck, barely brushing his lips against him. He nibbled at his skin a bit, pushed the collar of the leash aside a little so he could kiss him there. Namjoon would have enjoyed it, those loving, gentle touches at his neck, but his body was burning.

He needed more.

"Is that all you're going to do?" Namjoon asked, trying to put a smirk in his voice to hide how painful the desire was getting.

"Lick my neck all night?"

Yoongi's teeth nipped at him hard enough to create a little pain.

"I was going to lick your cock too," he said against Namjoon's neck, "but since you don't seem to want that..."

He trailed off, savoring Namjoon's groan of disappointment and desire, and then continued.

"So what does my baby want then?"

It was difficult. Namjoon could feel Yoongi's body against his, his breath by his air. He swallowed.

"I-I want you, inside me."

"Hmm? That's it?" Yoongi's voice was teasing.

"I want specifics, Joonie. What does my baby need?" his fingers went to Namjoon's throbbing erection, stroked him once lightly with his fingertips.

"I need you," he said desperately. He was dying for more of his hyung's touch, and any remaining pride crumbled away in front of that need.

"I need your cock inside me. I need you to fuck me, now."

"You're too much." Yoongi raised himself off Namjoon's body, and reached for the bedside table where they kept the lube. Namjoon squirmed impatiently. he was itching to touch himself, to finally release that heat, but he couldn't. he could only touch himself when Yoongi let him.

When the older finally straightened, lube in one hand, Namjoon whined and said, "hurry up."

Getting impatient, Namjoon smiled slyly at him, and then went down to kiss him again. At the moment Yoongi's tongue slipped into his mouth, Namjoon felt a finger slide into him below. He gasped, and held onto Yoongi as he felt his finger move inside him.

"You're so tight," Yoongi said by the leader's ear.

"You think you can take another one?"

Without waiting for an answer, Yoongi inserted another finger into Namjoon, making him swear aloud again.

"What did i say about swearing like that, Joonie?" Yoongi's free hand went to one of Namjoon's nipples and pinched it hard, sending both pleasure and pain through the younger's body. Namjoon would've sworn again, just to defy Yoongi, make him hurt him again, but the older started moving his fingers inside him, and Namjoon couldn't speak anymore. He moaned, instinctively moved his hips opposite to the motion of Yoongi's hand, trying to get him as deep inside as he could. He could feel Changkyun spreading his fingers, opening him up, but it was a delicious pain - a reminder of what was coming soon.

Yoongi thrust his fingers in hard, and Namjoon felt them hit something that sent a wave through his entire body. He cried out as the force of it struck him, and then again as Yoongi hit it again, sliding another finger in at the same time. Namjoon was panting and already bracing for a third hit when he felt Yoongi's fingers pull out of him. He whined in the back of his throat in disappointment, a sound cut short when he felt the tip of Yoongi's cock against his entrance.

"Are you ready?" Yoongi asked, and now he sounded fervent too.

Namjoon nodded. He closed his eyes, turned his head away as he felt Yoongi enter him. The latter moved slow, torturing slow, carefully pushing inch after inch of his thickness into Namjoon. Namjoon could feel his walls make space for Yoongi, feel them be stretched as thick, solid heat took its space. When Yoongi was inside Namjoon to the hilt, he stilled, letting him try and get used to his cock inside him.

And then Yoongi started moving. For a moment Namjoon had thought he would go slow, just to torture him, but his first stroke was hard, and made Namjoon cry out. There was pain, but it was a sort of pain he liked, one that tangled up with pleasure. Yoongi pulled back until only his tip was inside Namjoon, and then thrust hard again, forcing his whole length into him. Namjoon almost screamed, gasped and panted and moaned, losing himself as Yoongi thrust into him again and again, trying to find a steady pace.

"You're so fucking tight, Joonie," his hyung said, but it sounded hard for him to get words out as his breathing was ragged.

"Fuck, how is this possible?"

He thrust again, and this time he hit his lover's sweet spot. Namjoon cried out Yoongi's name, threw his head back, clutched at the sheets. His body arched automatically, and Yoongi thrust into him again, hitting that place that made Namjoon lose all of his senses.

He felt the other shifted position slightly, and started moving again. At the end of every stroke he hit Namjoon's sensitive spot, attacking him mercilessly again and again. Namjoon clawed at the sheets, and then at Yoongi's back, anything in his reach. He could hear himself calling out his hyung's name over and over, but he couldn't stop himself, and he was past the point of caring. The feeling of Yoongi inside him, hitting his sweet spot with every stroke - it was indescribable.

It was intoxicating, it was addictive.

With every movement, Namjoon could feel himself being pushed closer and closer to his climax, until he was right at the edge.

"Yoongi, hyung," he panted, as Yoongi pulled back for a moment. "Hyung, i'm c-close-"

His words were cut off with a kiss. Namjoon tangled his hands in Yoongi's hair and pulled him in close, like he would have swallowed all of him if he could. As Yoongi moved away, panting harder than ever, Namjoon felt a tug around his neck. Yoongi had taken hold of the end of the leash, straightened it out to its full length, and was now wrapping the end of it around his dripping cock.

"Wh-what are you doing?" Namjoon asked, but a feeling in his stomach told him he already knew. "hyung?"

The black leather went around the base of Namjoon's shaft, and then Yoongi pulled it tight and tied the end of it. Namjoon gasped and arched his body at the sensation, driving Yoongi's own cock deeper inside.

"Hyung," he said, panting.

"Don't... please..."

"I'm sorry Joonie but you can't come yet," Yoongi said.

"Not until I say so."

"No, Yoongi, untie it, please." Namjoon was close to begging but he didn't care.

"Please hyung, I-"

Namjoon lost his voice and twisted his body as he felt Yoongi thrust in him again, hard. His lover continued his fast pace, but now it was almost torturous for Namjoon.

He was so close, he just needed to untie that leather-

"Naughty Namjoon," Changkyun said through closed teeth. He grabbed Namjoon's swollen wrists in his hands and pinned him down.

"I told you, Joonie; You. Are. Mine."