A/N Here's a little update just cos I felt like it. It's some aftercare fluff featuring sweetheart Hoseok and softest baby boy Yoongi. Let me know what you think in the comments, I always welcome feedback. Don't forget to vote. I purple you! Enjoy!

Hoseok shifted a little, settling Yoongi more comfortably on his lap, ignoring his still uncomfortably erect member. He'd take care of it later. His fingers were still in the man's mouth being suckled gently, he slowly slid them from between the other man's lips, garnering a soft protesting whine.

"Hey, you with me?" He asked softly, looking down at him.

Yoongi shifted against his chest to look up at him with wide eyes. He looked tired and a little dazed. It was kind of adorable. He pushed back the still damp hair that kept flopping into Yoongi's face and smiled. Yoongi smiled back, sweet and boyish, nodding slightly.

"Come on, let's get you to the bed. You'll get cold here." He encouraged, his tone still low and gentle.

Hoseok had spent a considerable amount of time on his laptop looking up the many facets of BDSM. He'd looked up common scenarios that didn't require too much experience; 'punishments' that skirted around the more conventional pain oriented ones he still wasn't comfortable with; as well as safety precautions and warning signs that things were about to go sideways. He had even formulated a couple of 'scenes' to try, including the one they'd just had.

And of course he'd paid particular attention to the process known as aftercare. Not only had Yoongi specifically mentioned it in their less than conventional second interview but every (reliable) source had stressed the necessity of it for the physical and emotional well being of both partners, especially the sub. Since he hadn't needed to use the crop there was no for wound care. Although the phrase wound care still made him wince a little. It had still been fairly strenuous on Yoongi's body though, as was evidenced by the trembling and sweating that had been clearly noticeable by the end of the session. He was also fairly certain Yoongi had entered 'sub space' toward the end, which would probably make him more vulnerable now.

So he kept his voice soft, his touches gentle and slow, accepting Yoongi's need for affection and comfort. He led the smaller man to the large bed, pulling the covers back and helping him climb in. He stood up, about to get some water and perhaps a warm cloth to clean away the cum and lube when Yoongi made a small sound of distress.

"Don't leave." He said quietly.

Hoseok cursed his lack of preparedness, of course he couldn't leave yet. He made a mental note to take the time to have everything available ahead of time in the future.

"Shh, baby, I'm not going anywhere." He assured gently, settling above the covers beside him.

He returned to gently stroking the man's still damp hair while he tried to solve the little problem he had. His eyes scanned the room, stopping at the door to the ensuite. There might be a glass in there and there would definitely be a wash cloth, but he would still have to leave Yoongi to search for them. It wouldn't be for long, but he was loathe to do it. Yoongi had entrusted him to care for him in his most vulnerable state, he didn't want to mess up the very first time. His new position might be outside the norm, but he still took his responsibilities seriously.

Then his gaze rested on the still slightly open door. He felt a little pang of guilt. In the heat of the moment it had been titillating to leave the space; the thrill of one of the staff seeing Yoongi in such a compromising way. Now he wondered if it had just been a little childish.

It did give him an idea though. He fished his phone from his pants pocket, scrolling through the contacts until he found 'Jessikya Work'. He decided to message her rather than call, sparing Yoongi any unnecessary embarrassment that might come from overhearing his requests.

Hi, could you please send someone up to the master bdrm with 2 bottles of water, a straw, a small assortment of fruits, chocolate, warm washcloth and towel? Knock once and leave it at the door.
Thanks
Hoseok Jung

That should do it. He put the phone on the beside and turned his attention back to the smaller man curled up beside him. His eyes were closed, but he didn't look to be asleep.

"Yoongi?" He caressed his fingers down his cheek, gently turning him toward him. "You with me? Can you open your eyes for me?"

They fluttered open a moment, resting on him before closing again. He was about to ask him if he was ok, but knew people would often answer in the affirmative even if they weren't, in fact, ok.

So instead he asked, "What do you need?"

"M'thirsty." He said hoarsely after a slight pause.

"I know, baby. Water'll be here soon." He murmured. He wondered if it was weird to call his boss baby now that they weren't doing anything sex related, but decided it would be weirder to call him Mr Min.

He didn't say anything else, but Hoseok noticed the way he scooted closer so he gathered him close to his body, stroking the exposed skin of his back and shoulders and waited for the knock.

When it finally came, he ducked his head, whispering, "I have to get up for a second, ok? I'll be right back."

Yoongi nodded, but still clung to his shirt. Smiling indulgently, Hoseok gently disentangled his fingers from the fabric. "I'll be less than ten seconds, I promise."

He scooted out of the bed to the door quickly, just in case Yoongi was counting, picking up the wooden breakfast tray that had been left by the door. He brought it back to the bed, and placed it next to his phone on bedside. He opened the water and sat back down on the bed.

"Hey, water's here. Can you sit up a little?"

"Ok." He whispered, levering himself up and scooting backwards until he was half sitting against the headboard.

"Here. You want a straw? If you're still shaky I can hold it." He offered, noticing the slight tremor that travelled up Yoongi's arms as he sat up, no doubt a consequence of the brain chemistry swamping his body.

"I... Yes please." So Hoseok popped the straw in the bottle, pretending he didn't notice Yoongi's slight discomfort at needing him to aid him in so simple a task.

When he seemed to have enough, Hoseok placed the bottle back on the tray.

"I got a couple of things to eat. Adrenaline makes your blood sugar plummet. Before that, though, would you allow me to clean you up a little? You must be uncomfortable, but I don't want to put you in a shower just yet." He asked the question the same way he might have asked him if he wanted a coffee if he'd actually gotten the job as his assistant. And in a way it was comparable, despite the necessary intimacy.

Yoongi looked at him gratefully, nodding. So he pulled the covers back slowly, running the warm washcloth over his chest and abdomen. When he reached his groin, he parted his thighs and gently but thoroughly cleaned up all evidence of their play. Then he repeated the process with the towel which had also been heated. Finally he replaced the sheet, returning a little of Yoongi's modesty.

"You still cold?" He gestured to the blanket. Yoongi shook his head and Hoseok nodded back.

He saw there were two bowls on the tray, apparently the chocolate he ordered had come in sauce form. Shrugging, he nestled the smaller sauce bowl in the diced fruit of the larger one.

"Want to cuddle while I feed you chocolate coated fruit?" He grinned, popping a cube of melon into his mouth, his dimples peeping out charmingly as he chewed.

Yoongi smiled back and wiggled until he was resting against Hoseok's chest, tucked under his arm. He tilted his head up and opened his mouth expectantly.

It took about three quarters of an hour before Hoseok felt comfortable with the idea of leaving Yoongi by himself. He'd managed to feed him half the bowl of fruit, encouraged him to finish his water and supervised a brief shower while he cleaned and dried the vibrator. While Yoongi went to his closet to get dressed, Hoseok put the furniture back where he'd found it and put the toys away.

"Hey." He said, knocking on the walk in closet's door to get Yoongi's attention.

"Yes?" The older man said once again the calm and collected Mr Min, all traces of his sweet little Kitten gone.

"I told Jessica to change the sheets and collect your suit from downstairs. If there's nothing else you need, I was going to get going."

"That was considerate, thank you. I'll email you during the week with a proper time table. Have a good afternoon, Hoseok." He said by way of dismissal.

Hoseok nodded, withdrawing. He made his way down the stairs to the main entrance, smiling politely at a well kept, petite woman he had yet to meet formally on his way out.

He sat in his small red car, gripping the steering wheel as the full weight of what had just happened finally hit him. He laughed shakily.

It'd been one hell of a first day.