< part 3 >

He punctuated the last three words with almost furious thrusts. Namjoon couldn't release himself from Yoongi's grip, from the grip of the leather around his throbbing desire.

"Please, untie it," Namjoon whined, struggling against his hyung's grip.

"Please. I need to cum. I-" he cried out as Yoongi moved inside him again, struck that spot.

"Hyung!"

"Fuck, you drive me crazy when you beg like that," Yoongi said. He pulled out halfway, pushed himself back inside. He moaned in that deep, smooth voice of his, and it just pushed Namjoon more. He could feel his own walls tight around Yoongi, and he could imagine how tightly they pressed against the other's cock, how good it must feel. Namjoon could feel something strange pool in his abdomen, and he tried to pull away from that sensation.

"How close are you, Joonie?" Yoongi asked, and he let go of one of Namjoon's wrists and instead took his bound cock and stroked it, moving fast.

"If I untied this right now, would you spill it all over me?"

"Yoongi, stop, it's too much," Namjoon gasped out, but it was too late. He had gone past his limit, but the leather was still tight around his cock, keeping him from actually finding release. That feeling in Namjoon's abdomen shot through his entire body, and he screamed and arched his back at the burst of pleasure. There was pain too, a sliver of it twisted through, but the pleasure was almost overwhelming.

"Fuck, that was good, Joonie," Yoongi grunted out, as Namjoon struggled to catch his breath.

"You were so fucking tight, squeezing around me like that." He pushed his length inside namjoon to the hilt, put his face as close to the younger's as he could.

"Was that a dry orgasm?"

Namjoon nodded, unable to speak.

Yoongi pulled his hips back, and then thrust forward once more, sending pleasure shooting up Namjoon's spine. His breath was ragged by Namjoon's ear, and the two of them were panting together.

"Do you want another one?"

"No!" Namjoon cried, and it turned out he could speak. he swallowed, tried to steady his voice, but it was impossible with Changkyun inside him, big and thick and wet and hot, already moving back to attack him once more.

"No, please hyung no more, please I need to cum-"

His words broke down into an incoherent mess as Yoongi drove into him again, hitting him right where he was most sensitive. Namjoon could feel it, another dry orgasm slowly building up, and it made him even more desperate.

"Please," he begged, licking his dry and chapped lips.

"Please hyung, untie it please. I'll be good-"

He felt his hyung bite down on his neck, hard, and then lick over it.

"Oh, fuck, joonie." Yoongi's voice was deep and low, his breathing heavy.

"How can I refuse when you beg like that?"

He propped himself up on one hand and with the other reached for Namjoon's cock. Yoongi slowly glided his fingertips up the dripping, hot length, and Namjoon bit down on his lip to force his voice down. Even now, when Yoongi was so close to his own climax, he couldn't resist teasing. Namjoon knew he was close. He knew from Changkyun's breathing, how hard he'd bitten on Namjoon's neck, how hot his length was inside Namjoon.

He was close, and now he was teasing them both.

"joonie, try and hold it in," Yoongi said by his ear.

"For me, baby, okay?" Namjoon nodded vigorously.

Anything to get Yoongi to untie the end of the leash, anything for release.

Anything for his hyung.
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He felt a slight pull around his neck, and then with one swift tug of Yoongi's hand, the leather was loose. Namjoon gasped and sighed in relief, and then his hyung was moving inside him again, hitting the right spot and pushing Namjoon further and further. He could feel his release, hot and climbing up his length, and he tried to force it down, but it was impossible.

"Hyung, I-I can't... I'm t-trying... please..." Namjoon couldn't find any more words as he felt Yoongi pull back, ready to thrust again.

"It's okay, baby, you did good,you did great." Yoongi said, his deep voice heavy with breath.

"Just a bit more-"

He thrust forward again, and this time it was enough. Namjoon cried out and arched his back as he hit his climax, staining Yoongi's abdomen white. His hyung continued moving as Namjoon rode out his high, back and forth, hard, until his hands gripped Namjoon and he came inside him.

The grip of Yoongi's hands - one on Namjoon's thigh, the other in his hair - was hard enough to be painful, but the only thing the younger was aware of was the liquid heat spreading inside him as Yoongi kept his weight up on his elbow, still moving as he emptied himself inside.

And then as the remnants of the climax faded and the oversensitivity kicked in, the older stilled himself. The two of them stayed like that a while, utterly spent, Namjoon on his back, Yoongi still inside him as they caught their breath.

Namjoon flinched slightly as Yoongi pulled out slowly and then dropped beside him. A moment of peace like that, and then Namjoon forced himself up. There was a box of tissues on the bedside table, but he ignored them for the wipes he kept in the second drawer. He grabbed a few and then cleaned off his hyung's abdomen as the younger lay still on his back, eyes closed. Some of it had fallen on Namjoon's abdomen too, and he carefully wiped it off before tossing all the dirty wipes into the bin he kept near the foot of the bed.

Immediately Yoongi grabbed him and pulled him back into bed, wrapping a leg around Namjoon's and muzzling his face against his neck.

"I've hurt you, I'm sorry," Yoongi said quietly, leaving soft kisses against Namjoon's neck.

"I told you, I'm fine," Namjoon said. He put his arm around Yoongi, stroking his hair. He turned away a bit so the older had no way of seeing his face before he continued.

"I kind of liked it."

Yoongi went on kissing his neck, and reached his hand up. He undid the clasp of the leash easily with one hand, sliding it off Namjoon's neck before tossing it aside.

"It's gonna leave a bruise," he said, and the frown was obvious in his voice.

"It's fine," Namjoon said, and now he couldn't stop grinning.

Was Yoongi even the same person as the one from just a couple of minutes ago? For that matter, was Namjoon?

He allowed himself a few more seconds in Yoongi's embrace, and then Namjoon extricated himself from his limbs and got up. Yoongi whined as Namjoon slid off the bed.

"Just a few more minutes, joonie." He said.

"I'm gonna go shower, hyung," Namjoon said, already heading toward the bathroom.

He paused and then added, "I won't be locking the door."

Namjoon continued walking, and grinned when we heard footsteps behind him.

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"Hey, Yoongi hyung, you were calling me?"

Yoongi waited until Hoseok had entered the room and closed the door before taking out the leash.

"Oh, I wondered where the heck I left it," Hoseok said easily.

"I didn't even get to use it. Where did you find it?"

"I didn't," Yoongi said. "Joonie did."

Hoseok's face blanched. "What? What did he say?"

"Nothing, really," Changkyun shrugged.

"Actually we ended up using it. And he liked it, so I don't think he's too upset."

"Ugh, yuck." Hoseok made a face.

"Too much information."

Yoongi waited until his hyung got over his fake disgust, which took approximately 7 seconds.

"So you wore it?" Hoseok asked curiously.

"Have you ever worn a leash before or was this your first time?"

"Why do you think I wore it?" Yoongi raised an eyebrow.

"Oh, come on, I know Namjoon," Hoseok said with a laugh.

"He'd never do something like that, you know how he is."

Yoongi mused over that. "I guess."

A yell suddenly came from the living room.

"Hobi, Jin's asking why are your shoes all over the living room again."

Hoseok jumped.

"Shit," he swore quietly, before yelling back, "I'm on it, Namjoon, I promise."

He turned back to Yoongi and held out his hand expectantly.

"Nope, hyung, this is mine now," Yoongi said with a shake of his head.

"I have more ideas."

The door opened and Namjoon poked his head in.

"Hobi, your shoes," he said sharply.

"Yoongi, Jin's list of chores says you're suppose to do the dishes today?" He looked at the two of them, and then asked suspiciously, "What were you two talking about?"

"Nothing," Yoongi said innocently, smoothly hiding the leash behind his back. "We'll get on it right now."

Namjoon shot them both suspicious looks, and then backed out of the room.

"Man," Hoseok chuckled, when he was sure their leader was out of earshot.

"He must be unbearable in bed."

Yoongi smiled. "You have no idea."

He started playing with the leash again.

A/N

I hope you all liked the smut! It was more than 5000 words and I think Rou almost dieded writing it like how I almost died editing it 😂

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