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"Green means keep going. Yellow means slow down, or I'm not sure. Red means stop."This is far from the first time they've played like this. It's been years since Hoseok met Yoongi, but every time he insists on Hoseok repeating this at the start of every scene, as if they haven't done this a hundred times. Hoseok knows their safety systems like he knows his own name. There's an almost Pavlovian response to it now; when Yoongi asks him to repeat the safe word it's when they're about to begin.He swallows. His mouth is dry.He's in trouble."Now, Hoseok-ah," Yoongi says, voice smooth, calm, in-control. When in his dominant mindset there's something unshakeable about Yoongi, like the world could end and he would still be standing here unshaken. "Tell me what you did wrong."Hoseok's in a playful mood tonight. "You saw what I did wrong," he says.Yoongi's eye twinkles. "Be good," he chides gently. "Seokjin hyung isn't even home yet. You're going to have some answering to do and if you run your mouth it's only going to make it worse." He leans down, all the better to look at Hoseok on his knees. He reaches out and grabs his chin. His grip is tight, fingers digging into the skin and tilting Hoseok's face back so that he has to look up at Yoongi standing above him. It's a simple touch but his grip alone causes desire to jump down Hoseok's spine."What did you do wrong?""I got myself off."Yoongi lets go. Hoseok tilts forward just a fraction, chasing the warmth of his touch.He's still on his knees when Yoongi begins to walk around him. It's like a predator stalking his prey. The thought makes Hoseok squirm."When you were away last week," Yoongi begins, tone conversational, "I treated Seokjin hyung to a nice lunch. Then I thought, ah, it's unfair that I didn't get a chance to treat Hoseok-ah too. So I decided that today I would leave work early, take you out, and then finish my work at home. But when I texted you, you didn't reply."He keeps walking. Slowly. The sound of each footstep is torturous."I was worried - I knew this was your day off and you weren't responding. Seeing as I already told my boss I would be going home at lunch, I decided to come in to check up on you. And what were you doing?""Getting off," Hoseok says again."Touching yourself like a desperate slut." Yoongi is in front of him again. He shakes his head with an air of disappointment that just makes Hoseok more excited. "What do you have to say for yourself?""I'm sorry.""Is that it?"He gulps. "I wanted you to catch me.""Desperate. How were you getting off?""I was jerking off."Yoongi smirks. "You have better uses than that cock of yours," he says. "Don't you know that by now? Get up, slut."Hoseok stands. He's taller than Yoongi, but certainly doesn't feel it. "I can't believe I almost wasted an afternoon on you. I have better things to do than wait around on a loose whore."It's not a question so Hoseok doesn't answer but he feels himself blushing."Get into my study. On your knees, under the desk."His voice is firm - an unmistakable order. Hoseok rushes to comply.Yoongi's home office has a large mahogany desk. It's like Yoongi; understated and sturdy, and they've fucked many times on it before. But Hoseok isn't getting fucked now. He clambers under the desk, arranges himself so that he's on his knees but not banging his head off it.A few minutes later Yoongi enters. There's the sound of his briefcase clattering against the table before he seats himself in his leather chair. Hoseok can't see, but he can hear the rustle of paperwork and documents."Nasty sluts can't go a single day without touching themselves," Yoongi says. "That's a good description of you, huh?"Hoseok leans forward, dipping his forehead against Yoongi's knee. "You know I'm a slut," he says. "I can't help it. I was thinking of my hyungs—”"Dumb baby," Yoongi mocks, "we've fucked you so much that all you can think of now is cock. We're going to have to train you to be patient."Hoseok can tell where this is going. Seokjin and Yoongi are so very different in tastes: Yoongi gets off seeing people beg. He likes to devote hours to spreading Hoseok out and working him up so slowly, taking away all pleasure whenever he's close to coming. Nobody edges like Yoongi. When he puts his mind to it, he has the patience of a saint and won't even think of his own pleasure until his sub is well and truly broken down, drooling and crying, begging for release.Seokjin is the opposite: if Yoongi is about tight control and reward, Seokjin is much more sensual. Seokjin's the type that won't hold back, will give you the pleasure you want and won't stop giving it to you. He'll work orgasm after orgasm out of Hoseok until he's counting how many times he's coming dry. He doesn't punish like Yoongi does: he keeps going until he's crying from the overstimulation, crying from the sensitivity but still demanding more.Together, they egg each other on in the worst of ways.But Seokjin won't be home for another while. Right now, Hoseok is at Yoongi's mercy."Color?" Yoongi asks."Green," Hoseok whispers.Yoongi hums. He reaches down to unbutton and unzip his trousers. He's still dressed, but he arranges his clothing just enough that his cock is out in the open air. He's not hard, but Hoseok can tell he's a little excited."I have work to do," Yoongi says, "and I can't waste time on a useless slut. If you're a good cocksleeve while I work I might go easier on you later." Knowing Yoongi, going easy means that Hoseok might actually get to come tonight. He jumps at the prospect."Hands behind your back," Yoongi reminds him.Hoseok holds his own wrists and leans forward, taking Yoongi's soft cock into his mouth. It's easy to take him all like this: Yoongi's big, but it's not half as difficult when he's not achingly hard. Hoseok loves sucking him off and it takes all of his self-control not to start tonguing at his slit or bobbing his head, but that's not what this is about.There will be plenty of time for that later, he thinks, and shivers in excitement. He loves cockwarming: he loves being used. This is the epitome of being used; sitting obediently on his knees while Yoongi does his work, casually signing off on documents and typing on his computer as his dick rests in Hoseok’s hot mouth. Hoseok always falls into a kind-of fuzzy headspace doing this: he feels warm and content, useful and used, and he suckles gently on Yoongi's cock as the minutes slip by. After about half an hour his knees begin to burn but Hoseok doesn't mind.Yoongi continues to work as if Hoseok isn't there, except for the occasions where he rocks his hips slightly or runs an absent-minded hand through Hoseok's hair. It's good: grounding. He needs those grounding touches when they play these extended games, needs the reminders that they're far from done.Hoseok isn't sure how much time passes when Yoongi finally sighs, sitting back."Okay, Seok-ah," he says "You can suck me off now."Hoseok immediately perks up in excitement. Yoongi tugs on his hair a little bit."You better make it worth it," he warns. "It's all you're good for anyway."Hoseok gets to work immediately: he pulls off to leave sloppy kisses along the length of Yoongi's cock.Yoongi pushes out from his desk slightly and spreads his thighs to give Hoseok better access. He likes it messy. Hoseok sucks hard on the head, lapping at the underside. He flattens out his tongue, licking long stripes along the length. He focuses on the tip until Yoongi is filling out, fully hard, in his thick and aching glory. He traces veins with his tongue and digs it into the slit as soon as a bead of precum forms.Hoseok takes this as his cue to go forward. He begins bobbing his head, taking Yoongi in deeper and deeper each time. And then he pushes forward further, forcing down his gag reflex. He doesn't stop until he can hardly breathe with Yoongi forced down his throat. He's so full that his jaw is aching.Tears slip out of Hoseok's eyes even as his own cock leaks. He feels so good like this; a tool for Yoongi's pleasure. When his nose presses against the strip of Yoongi's skin that pokes out from underneath his shirt, he swallows.Yoongi groans above him, the first sign that has slipped past his lips indicating his pleasure. Hoseok takes this as a small victory. This evening is technically a punishment, but he's still being good. Yoongi's right hand roots into Hoseok's hair, using his grip as leverage as he begins to roll his hips. He's not fucking his face - yet, Hoseok hopes - but he's grinding softly into his throat. Hoseok swallows again. His control is slipping: he chokes this time. He tries to pull back but Yoongi doesn't let him. He moans again, tugging him up by his hair and forcing his cock further down Hoseok's throat. "Fuck," a tiny whisper escaping from his lips.He releases Hoseok and he falls back, gasping. He doesn't get much of a rest: he takes three heaving breaths before putting his mouth back on Yoongi before he can even get the order out. He sinks down again, deepthroating Yoongi once more, determined to get more sounds out of him. Yoongi has a little more composure this time, is a little bit more vocal. "That's right," he says, humming in content. "Perfect mouth babe, so good at swallowing my cock. Bet that's what you were thinking of earlier pulling on that pathetic cock. This little cockslut can't go a day without getting desperate for a cock down his throat, huh?"Hoseok can't stop himself from moaning around Yoongi's thickness. Yoongi's words sink into his skin like a beautiful poison, leaving him feeling hot and degraded in the best way possible."You don't even protest," Yoongi says with a chuckle. "You know your place, huh Hoseokie? Answer me."He moans again in response, reluctant to pull away.Yoongi pulls him away sharply. "Listen to me when I speak to you," he says."I know my place," Hoseok gasps. The tears are flowing freely down his cheeks now. He looks an awful state: his cheeks are flushed and his breathing is heavy. His face is a mess of drool and tears and Yoongi looks so satisfied."And where is your place?""On my knees, in front of you.""Try again."Hoseok swallows. "I...I'm your slut.""We both know this already."He bows his head. He knows what Yoongi wants him to say and the humiliation of it all makes his cock drip. It takes all physical effort not to start rutting against the floor or against Yoongi's leg like a bitch in heat. "I'm your toy," he says, voice soft but even. "I'm just used for your pleasure. Making you cum is the only thing I'm good for.""There's a good boy." The hand in his hair is affectionate, brushing his bangs off his forehead gently before pulling sharply. "I'm going to fuck your throat now. Color?""Green, green!"He smirks. "Eager."Yes, he is - the knot of anticipation in Hoseok's stomach jumps wildly. Finally. Obediently he lets his jaw hang open and sticks out his tongue.Yoongi holds onto his head with both hands, moving sharply as he jerks his hips forward. It's rough, almost viscous, but they both know that not only can Hoseok take it, he enjoys it. He chokes and breathes hard through his nose and slobbers all over his dick but he loves it, loves being used like this.Hoseok can barely breathe like this, the blunt head of Yoongi's cock forcing itself down his throat, banging against the sensitive tissue at the back of his throat but he focuses on being the best toy as he can. He covers his teeth with his lips and squeezes down on his thumb in an effort to restrain his gag reflex. Whenever he has a chance to get his bearings - not often with how hard Yoongi is going, slow and rough - he tries to suck or put his tongue to use and he looks up at Yoongi when he can.Yoongi is grunting now, face screwing up in pleasure and his hips beginning to jerk irregularly - a sure sign that he's nearing his orgasm. "So good, Hoseokie," he grits out before finally pulling out. "Tongue out," he says.Normally Yoongi likes to come on Hoseok's face. When he doesn't, it's a sure sign that the scene is going to continue on. Yoongi thinks coming on his face is incredibly hot, but only if cleanup is imminent.As it is, Hoseok keeps eye contact with Yoongi as he sticks his tongue out as far as he can, until Yoongi's dick is resting on it. Yoongi jerks himself off. He's so close it doesn't take much more: one, two, three strokes and he comes with a high pitched moan, spurting onto Hoseok's tongue and into his mouth.Hoseok stays still until he's finished, then Yoongi inspects him to make sure that he's still holding his cum in his mouth. "Good. You can swallow now."Hoseok does so, licking his lips. He's been good. "Thank you."Yoongi scoffs. "Getting my cum is all you care about, huh?" he says. "Col—”"Green."Yoongi tucks himself back into his pants. "Get out from there. Stand up. Undress."A part of Hoseok thinks finally - he's too warm, and the more naked he is the more likely the chance of Yoongi touching him. They've seen each other naked so many times that they know each other's bodies better than their own, but there's something about this - undressing himself while Yoongi watches, blazing eyes on him watching every movement - he can't suppress the shiver that runs through him. It reminds him of before: Yoongi is a predator. Hoseok is just his prey.He pulls his shirt off over his head - slowly. Yoongi's enjoying the show if the way his eyes glue to his hips are any indication. Hoseok holds the shirt in his hand for a moment - just long enough for Yoongi to meet his eyes, a glance of warning - before he folds it neatly on the table. Then, his shorts - he pulled them on hastily when Yoongi came home. He's not wearing any underwear so embarrassingly the wet spot from his cock is visible as he pops the button.Yoongi laughs, mean enough that Hoseok nearly finishes the job right there. "Sucking my cock got you so hot that you started leaking everywhere? You're so wet - are you sure that it's a cock you have?"Hoseok doesn't reply, instead tugging down the zipper. It's the closest thing to friction he's had on his cock since his quick, unsatisfying orgasm earlier, and he hisses a little as the cold metal sends chills through him. Then the shorts drop to his ankles. He folds them too - even at a time lie this he hates untidiness.He stands for Yoongi, fully naked for what seems like hours (really, it's only a few minutes and Hoseok's impatience is going to be the death of him). Yoongi stands up to inspect him: he strokes the curve of his hips, gropes his ass roughly, pinches his nipples. "Beautiful," he says, "and you're all ours to play with."Hoseok's eyes flutter closed. "Yes.""You do know your punishment isn't over yet, right?" Yoongi won't touch his cock but he reaches down, gripping his balls so tightly that Hoseok lets out a sharp noise. "This useless cock isn't allowed to come until hyung and I are finished with you." Yoongi's smile is sinister. "And Seokjin isn't even home yet. Can you last that long?"Hoseok's hips move of their own accord, jerking up to try find more friction off Yoongi. He's so hard. He wants to come so bad.Yoongi pulls away. "A pity," he says, "if you're this desperate to cum already how are you going to last?""A cock ring -- please." It might help, even just a little bit.Yoongi scrunches his nose, shaking his head. "Nah," he says. "I don't think you deserve it yet. Tell you what, if you're good until Jinnie comes home maybe we'll put a ring on you to help you when we start playing for real. Maybe. Now - over the desk, babe."Hoseok leans over, his nipples sensitive against the smooth wood. Yoongi pulls his hips back so that he's only on the desk from his stomach up - Yoongi knows his misbehavior too well, doesn't even give him the chance to enjoy the friction of having his cock pressed against the desk's surface - and he uncaps the lube he keeps in his office drawer (they really can't resist fucking on this desk sometimes) and squirts some into Hoseok's hands. "I'm getting a few things," he says, "stay on the desk like this. Face down. Start opening yourself up." Yoongi's footsteps leave the room.Hoseok reaches behind himself, trying to spread the lube along his hole but it's awkward at this angle. He slips in one finger easily, gives a few experimental tugs before pushing in the second. It's a little too dry to be comfortable but he doesn't mind the stretch: the slight burn grounds him, helps him focus and takes his attention away from the desperate urge to touch his cock. He focuses on just those two fingers, scissoring himself as best as he can in this position.Yoongi's footsteps re-enter and he places something down on the chair."That's enough."Hoseok pulls his fingers out but they're soon replaced by Yoongi's. He adds more lube of course, along with a third finger. He is methodical: he isn't doing this for Hoseok's pleasure. He fucks him with three fingers steadily until he can move faster, spreads his fingers inside of him just to hear Hoseok moan before adding a fourth. It's then that he starts looking for Hoseok's prostate, focusing less on depth and pressing in harder. Hoseok lets out a low groan when he finds it, and for a few terrible seconds Yoongi gives it his undivided attention - Hoseok thinks that there's no way he'll be able to last through this punishment. He begins to feel an orgasm build up in him, but Yoongi pulls his hands out."Hoseok-ah," he says. "What is your safe signal for when you're gagged?"Fuck. Hoseok's hips jerk again. The sound of the cap clicks again - Yoongi is lubing something up. Hopefully his cock. "Make three loud sounds in quick succession," he says, "or tap my chin against your knee three times, whichever is easier.""Good."The blunt head of a toy catches at his rim. Hoseok lets out a noise - equal parts want and disappointment."Oh, you're not getting my cock tonight," Yoongi says. "But I felt bad leaving you so empty. I know sluts like you need to be stuffed full."Stuffed full is an exaggeration because the toy Yoongi pushes into him isn't at all that big. It's the hard silicone toy Seokjin got for him last year, discreet and simple, just enough to take the edge off with you getting him off. Perfect for their use (Hoseok suspects that it was more of a present for Yoongi than for him). But before he gets the chance to plead for something else, another thing is pushed in: a small but viscous bullet vibrator Hoseok knows particularly well. He moans loudly: it's not turned on yet, but he knows it will be soon enough, and it's added size him feel a little more stretched out."Color?""Green.""I'm going to gag you, Hoseokie, and then I'm going to tie you up."Yoongi tugs on Hoseok's hair, pulling it back until he arches, face up from the table. Yoongi stuffs the ball gag into his mouth, securing it around the back of his neck. Arms are next: Yoongi isn't satisfied with just a pair of plain metal handcuffs around his back. Yoongi has spools of bondage rope and he uses this to tie knots over Hoseok's skin. His arms are pulled back and crossed behind him, left hand clasping right elbow and vice versa. It makes him arch his shoulders, pulls on his muscles not enough to hurt but so that he feels the stretch. He can't relax like this - he's strung out for Yoongi to bend to his will.Yoongi ties a quick knot binding his ankles together before guiding him onto his knees under his desk again, making sure to push his knees out, his cock hard and heavy and hanging. "There's a good boy," he says. "Now, you're going to stay like this until Seokjin hyung comes home, understand me? Use your signals if you need a break."And then Yoongi continues with paperwork. The only sounds aside from Hoseok's slobbering gasps around the gag and heavy breathing are the soft clicks of Yoongi's keyboard and the sound of his pen scratching on paper as he leaves his signature. Yoongi pays him no attention. Hoseok loves being the center of attention - especially the center of Yoongi's attention - but this is a kink of his that Yoongi knows all too well. Sometimes he just wants to be tied down and used like a toy they can throw away later, and Yoongi gives that to him. Right now, Hoseok isn't one of his boyfriends, he's just a whore that Yoongi can use as he likes. The thought drives Hoseok insane and he jerks his hips as much as he can bound like this but can neither find any relief for his cock or any leverage to ride the toys in him. This is unbearable in the best way - just enough to give him pleasure but not enough to allow him an orgasm. He sobs a little bit - he can't help it.The pile of the carpet burns his bare knees but Hoseok puts up with it, breathing wetly around the gag with his head bent. The vibrator hasn't even been turned on yet.Eventually - eventually - there's the distant sound of the front door opening. "I'm back."Seokjin."I'm in the office, hyung," Yoongi calls.Footsteps down the hall, the sound of the door opening. Yoongi stands up, his legs leaving Hoseok's line of sight, to go greet Seokjin."Welcome home." There's the wet sound of them kissing and Hoseok aches for them both."Nice to see you too, Yoongi-chi." Seokjin's voice is playful. "What's gotten you all worked up today? You're in a mood."Yoongi hums in agreement. "I'm pretty excited," he says, "and I have a surprise for you.""Really? What is it?""It wouldn't be a surprise if I told you.""Yoongi!" Hoseok can see the pout in Seokjin's voice. "Anyway, where's Hoseok?"Silence. Hoseok can imagine Yoongi's smile.Yoongi swings back into view, settling into his chair and swirling a pen in his long fingers. He pushes the chair back, enough to leave a space in front of the desk. "Come see."Seokjin walks into view: he looks good. His suit jacket is off and since coming home has unbuttoned the top button of his shirt. His hair is swept off his face in a way that makes him look unbearably hot, and the very thought of having his hands on Hoseok too makes him moan.Seokjin says nothing for a moment. "Poor baby," he says, voice condescending, and he reaches over to ruffle Hoseok's hair. "Look how desperate he looks already," he says to Yoongi. "How long have you playing with him?""A few hours now.""Has he had an orgasm?""Not by my hands."Seokjin raises an eyebrow."Came home early to take him out for lunch - the whore was too busy getting himself off to answer the phone."Seokjin hisses. "So it's punishment time. Is he coming at all tonight?""I told him maybe. If he was good for us. He's been good so far - sucked me off like a good cocksucker and let me fuck his throat after cockwarming me."Seokjin grips his chin with one hand, forcing a finger into Hoseok's mouth around the ball gag."Maybe I should fuck your mouth too Hoseokie," he says brightly. "I know you're not content unless you have a dick in you. Ssh, baby, don't worry - it's not your fault you're addicted to our cocks. You can't fight your nature - it's just what sluts like you are for, isn't that right?"Hoseok does his best to make noise over Seokjin's fingers - two now, crammed at the side of the gag - and nods his head but all he manages to do is get saliva all over the digits. Seokjin smiles down at him, taking his fingers away and wiping them on Hoseok's cheek."That's not all," Yoongi says. "Get up, Hoseokie."They watch him struggle to crawl out from under the desk in his bonds just because they can. They laugh when he almost cries in frustration before Yoongi helps him up, bending him back over the desk.Hoseok arches his back, swaying his hips slightly - he's not even trying to rut against the table to get some friction on his cock, he's just desperately hoping one of them will hurry up and fuck him already.There's a sharp smack: hard enough to leave a handprint. Hoseok makes a garbled noise of shock, loud in the silence of the room."Stop moving," Seokjin says, "I want to inspect my toys before playing with them."Hoseok realizes that Yoongi's showing Seokjin the two toys in him. The embarrassment at being shown off like this makes him whine.Seokjin flicks the base of the toy peeking out of his rim. It causes the toys to rock inside of him and Hoseok lets out another gasp. "Please," he tries to ask, but its unrecognizable around the gag. "I need it, I need it.""Still this desperate? He's so good. He's always so eager, you'd swear he'd been taking aphrodisiacs.""Imagine if he had. He's already insatiable.""We'd have to get a fucking machine," Seokjin muses. "With a nice big dildo. Tie him to it and set it to its hardest setting, leave him strapped into it all night while we go to sleep.""Maybe then he wouldn't feel the need to get himself off.""He'd be begging to stop - that certainly would teach him a lesson...”"Anyway. You didn't eat lunch?""I had to deal with this.""Let's make dinner then. Be a doll and bring him into kitchen, yeah?"The knots are loosened around Hoseok's ankles and he's walked into the dining room. Seokjin ruffles his hair again, giving him a quick kiss to the cheek. Hoseok preens, wanting more attention, but his lips fly away as soon as they make contact. Yoongi pushes him into a chair and Seokjin kneels in front of him, tying his ankles to the chair legs, forcing his legs open. He disappears momentarily, returning behind him. Hoseok feels his breath on the back of his neck. "Will you let me blindfold you, Hoseokie?"He nods.The black material comes over his eyes and Seokjin secures it at the back of his head. And then he and Yoongi begin making dinner.Hoseok is tied and spread, gagged and blindfolded, stuffed with toys, his cock leaking and unable to see or move, and his boyfriends are completely disregarding him to make dinner. They know him too well: the part of him that wants to be pushed around and used and treated like a tool is going fucking crazy. He moans around the gag, and that's when Yoongi turns the vibrator on.It's the lowest setting but it still offers more pleasure than Hoseok's been able to reach all afternoon. He enjoys it: trying to grind his hips in a fruitless attempt to gain leverage and ride back on the toy, drool escaping from around the gag as he lets little whimpers escape his lips. It feels so good. He knows he can't come yet, but he wants to so badly - he's desperate for it. He lets out a choked little sound, body tensing as the vibrations rack up gently against his prostate.After a moment it becomes maddening: the vibration level is too low, he gets used to it too quickly. He needs more. He needs it - he cries out, trying to grasp their attention and hoping they'll finally touch him. They barely respond: he hears the clatter of utensils, the chopping of vegetables, the murmur of their chatter. And then whoever has the remote turns it up another notch: the vibrations buzz faster and Hoseok's head falls back as he takes it all.They leave him like that while they cook, grinding and whining, drowning in pleasure that feels so good it hurts, but never enough to tip him over the edge. His cock is so hard that it hurts by the time he hears Seokjin and Yoongi sitting down next to him at the dining room table.The entire time they eat, they hold simple, domestic conversation. Seokjin complains about his boss and Yoongi agrees with him, comforting him in his claims. Seokjin asks about a project Yoongi's been working on in the office and Yoongi eagerly tells him about the new updates. They discuss the wedding invite from Seokjin's cousin, what food Yoongi should buy for the weekend, mundane details like that, ignoring the messy noises that Hoseok makes consistently in the background. In between bites and topics, Yoongi plays with the remote, jerking it up to its highest setting until Hoseok's right on the edge before turning it off completely, trying out all combinations of settings and progressions, while Seokjin laughs at Hoseok's reactions. "You're too cruel, Yoongi-chi.""What, you want to let him come?""He's been so good so far, huh?"The gag is pulled out of his mouth. "Hyung," he gasps, voice raspy."Do you want to come, Hoseok-ah?""Please, please, please - I need it, please touch me hyung," he stammers. "I can't hold it much longer, but I wanna be good, please...""Sssh, sshh," Seokjin coos. "There's a good boy. Come on, Yoongi, he's been pent-up so long, he deserves this don't you think?""Fine," Yoongi says, and he turns the vibrator to its highest setting.A hand snakes into Hoseok's lap - Seokjin's, he can tell by the fingers, they're not as long as Yoongi's - and finally wraps around Hoseok's cock. He almost cries, immediately jerking up into the touch, trying to get himself off."Relax Hoseokie," Seokjin says. "Hyung's got you." His grip is tight around Hoseok. He uses Hoseok's precum, collecting it in his fingers and spreading it down his cock to make the slide less dry. He jerks roughly, punctuating every three or four quick strokes by thumbing the head just to hear Hoseok moan. He's merciless, and Hoseok loves it: after so long on edge, this intensity is a relief. Between the vibrator buzzing inside him at full strength and Seokjin's harsh jerks, it doesn't take him long to reach the edge."Hyung," he says, voice scratchy and breathless. He can barely verbalize the words. "Hyung, I'm close - hyung--""That's it - come for me Hoseokie." His orgasm hits him with a gut-wrenching cry: pleasure hits every nerve and his head falls back as he comes. Seokjin keeps jerking him off, even as his cock begins to soften. He doesn't back off until Hoseok is whining from the overstimulation, stinging but so good."Just in time for dessert," Seokjin says cheerfully. Hoseok can't see him but he can hear him, the tell-tale sound of him licking Hoseok's cum off his fingers."Hyung," Hoseok says. "You...you still haven't come yet," he says."That's quite all right," Seokjin says. "We're still not finished just yet, are we? I think Yoongi hyung's rocking another hard-on, he'll probably come again tonight before we finish, and if you're good, so will you. Yoongi-chi, will you clear the table please?""Have fun, hyung."Seokjin's hands are on his skin, smoothing over his shoulders and his collarbones. He dips in to leave kisses along Hoseok's jugular. His kisses are soft, so when he bites it makes Hoseok gasp. Seokjin sucks along a patch of skin just underneath his jaw, determined to leave a hickey."Hyung," Hoseok says, half-pleading."Alright, alright," Seokjin says with a chuckle, finally kissing Hoseok on the mouth.Seokjin kisses him sweetly, almost chaste, gentle but firm closed-mouth kisses. it would be innocent if his fingers weren't trailing down Hoseok's chest. His touch is so light that it leaves goosebumps in its place. And then the gentleness is broken with a sharp pinch to his nipples. Hoseok bites down on Seokjin's lip - an accident, a reflex against the jolt of pain that shoots through him, but Seokjin responds in kind: his kisses lose their innocence and he pulls on Hoseok's bottom lip sharply. His fingers keep up: twisting and tugging at Hoseok's nipples until they're sensitive and sore. He kisses harder, sucking on Hoseok's tongue. Usually Hoseok would be more than able to give as good as he gets in terms of bites and nips, but he's exhausted - coming after being on edge for so long always does that to him - so he just sits back and takes it, wallows in the attention being lavished on him after being made to wait for so long.Seokjin clambers into his lap, knees bracketing Hoseok’s thighs on the chair. His new vantage point lets him kiss Hoseok deeper, slower, hands curled in his hair. Hoseok can now feel the bulge in Seokjin’s trousers, and he can’t hide his smile – even know, when Seokjin seems so unbothered and in control, he wants Hoseok.Seokjin draws his mouth away from Hoseok’s lips and latches onto his nipple instead: biting and laving over it with his tongue. Hoseok lets his head fall back. It’s a sort of dull pleasure that’s perfect for his recovery period: it’s a difference from the stinging overstimulation that happens with prolonged play with his cock or ass, but it’s better than nothing. Seokjin pulls away again, and this time he can’t help but rock gently against Hoseok, grinding his bulge against his thigh.Hoseok smiles lazily up at him.“I was thinking of fucking your thighs,” Seokjin says. “I know you love that, right?” A kiss pressed to his shoulder. “You like it when we use you. What better way is there to use you than by fucking your thighs?” A bite, on the same spot. “You don’t even get to be properly fucked. What pleasure could you get, really, from someone shoving their dick between your thighs?” Another kiss. “But you still get off on it, right Hoseokie? It drives you fucking crazy.” Kiss. “When we use your body to get off without paying you any attention.” Bite. “It’s okay, you can admit it. We love how dirty you are.”Hoseok shivers.“Why do you like it, Hoseokie?”He’s being prompted. There’s another sharp tug on one of his nipples, and any resistance – barely there – falls away immediately. “I like you and Yoongi hyung using my body,” he says, voice cracking.“What was that? You only like it?” Seokjin grinds his hips again, slowly, hissing in relief when he gets some friction on his clothed cock.“I.” Hoseok swallows, skin warm and flushed. “I love it.”“Louder.”“I love it.”“Love what?” Seokjin’s tone is playful, and Hoseok can imagine the cheeky smirk on his face. “I don’t think Yoongi hyung can hear you.”“I love it when you and Yoongi use my body,” he says again, half-shouting.“The neighbors probably heard that, Hoseok,” Seokjin says, his voice mock-teasing. “They’re all going to know you’re a slut now. How are you going to face them?” And then he leans forward, whispering in his ear like he’s sharing a secret: “don’t worry too much – they’ve definitely heard you begging for cock before. They all probably know already. I wonder if they gossip about that whore in the apartment next door?”The embarrassment is so intense that it makes his cock stir. Each one of Seokjin’s words, filthy and teasing and pushing all of his buttons, begin to draw the arousal up in him again. He doesn’t fail to notice: he rocks his hips down on purpose. Hoseok’s throat is scratchy when he cries out at the rough fabric of Seokjin’s clothes against his sensitive cock, at the feeling of Seokjin’s cock – hard, thick, confined – against his own.“Yeah,” Seokjin says. “I wanted to fuck your thighs. But I had forgotten how much I love having you tied up like this – could keep you like that all day. You’re so good Hoseokie – you don’t run your mouth or try to get off without permission like this, do you? Nah, you’re helpless and pliant and take what we give you. I love it almost as much as you do.” Hoseok bucks his hips against Seokjin’s, doing what little he can to grind against him when he’s trapped under his weight.“Maybe Yoongi’s onto something with this drawn out bondage,” he says, as if working out a theoretical question, not discussing how best to fuck his boyfriend. “How long would you take it? We could tie you from the ceiling in the living room, leave you hanging there like a decoration, come in and use you whenever we want and leave you when we’re done. We all know how much you love being used – bet that would be a dream come true for you, huh?” Seokjin’s getting a little breathless now – he’s the only one who hasn’t come yet after all, and his grinding his getting faster.“Please,” Hoseok says. He’s not even sure what he’s begging for. “Please.”“Next time you break rules and jerk off I bet you’ll be beating it to that thought, huh?”“Yes – yes.”“That’s it, Hoseokie – no shame.”Footsteps come back into the room. Hoseok hears Yoongi approach, stopping somewhere behind Seokjin, whose movements abruptly stop. Hoseok’s just beginning to properly get hard again, and he sighs when the friction stops. Yoongi whispers something to Seokjin—he hears the whispering but not what’s actually said—and he hears Seokjin hum. Then his weight is lifted off of him: Seokjin stands up with one final drawn out kiss. “As much as I love you tied up like this,” Seokjin says, “we’re going to go into the bedroom now.”His limbs are freed from the bonds keeping him in chair, and Seokjin even takes his blindfold off. Free, Hoseok can walk himself now (even if it's a little bow-legged because of the toys still inside him) but his boyfriends keep their hands on him until he's flopping down on their bed."New rules," Yoongi says, and he reaches down to give Hoseok's cock a rough tug. "Since this was what made you break rules earlier this is how you're getting off again tonight. You've gone through your punishment well so we're letting you cum again but..." he smiles, "you haven't been good enough to get fucked.""You're going to have to keep being good," Seokjin says, playing with Hoseok's hair. "You have to watch Yoongi and I fucking. You can touch yourself but you can't touch us, and you can't come until we've both come. Understand?"Hoseok nods."Color?""Green!""Do you want to keep the toys in you?"He pauses. "Can you take the vibrator out?""Of course. Lie back."Yoongi slides the little bullet vibrator out of him, spends a moment playing with the other toy inside of him before undressing. Hoseok scrambles up to the headboard, falling back against the pillows. It's supposed to be a punishment, making him watch, but he loves watching his boyfriends together. His eyes are already focused on them, watching Seokjin unbutton his shirt and Yoongi pull off his slacks. The exposure of their skin makes his mouth dry: watching them is so hot, but he already longs to touch them.Seokjin loves being watched: he's a bit of a show off, but Hoseok isn't complaining. He lies down naked across the end of the bed, chest on the sheets but ass in the air and he meets Hoseok's eyes with such an intensity that Hoseok can't look away. And then Yoongi begins opening him up, one finger and then two, and still Seokjin doesn't look away. Hoseok's gaze darts to glance, hungry to see Yoongi's long fingers disappearing in Seokjin's ass, but each time it snaps back to Seokjin's face. He's in his element, the satisfied little sighs that splash across his face make him look so good. Seokjin's handsomeness is on another level at the best of times, but watching his features twitch with pleasure is a whole other experience. Hoseok's hard again quickly, just from watching him: the little pants that occur when Yoongi adds a third finger, the biting of his lip when he rocks his hips back into Yoongi's touch, the way his tongue darts out to wet his lips and the self-satisfied hums he lets out. He looks glorious, completely in control even when it’s his face pressed against the sheets.Hoseok's so hard, but he doesn't touch himself yet. He grips his own thighs tightly with his hands in an effort to stop them from straying. Yoongi hasn't even pulled on a condom yet: if he starts touching himself now there's no way that he'll be able to last until they're finished.And then he's captured by Yoongi: the look of cool concentration on his face, the heat in his eyes as he fucks their boyfriend with his fingers. Calm, measured, but with his cock standing to attention. The way his mouth hangs just a little bit open when he crooks his fingers inside Seokjin, the half-smirk that transforms his face when Seokjin makes a noise of approval. Both of them are so fucking hot that Hoseok can't help but let out a groan. He wants this as bad as they do: he wants to see them fuck, wants to see their faces collapse with pleasure, wants to hear them moan, wants to watch Yoongi's heavy cock splitting Seokjin open.Seokjin laughs breathless into the sheets. "He's desperate for this too, and we're not even touching him.""What did you expect"? Yoongi's voice is strained, obviously trying to reign in his desire. He twists his fingers again and Seokjin curses. "He's not the only one whose desperate, I think.""You're right," Seokjin says, and he pushes his hips back until he grinds sharply against Yoongi's cock, winking at Hoseok when Yoongi gasps. "You're desperate for this, Yoongi-chi."Yoongi lets out a low noise before reaching over to grab a condom, pulling it across his dick and lathering it with lube. "Ride me, hyung? I bet Hoseokie wants to see you around my cock." Seokjin hums his assent and Yoongi sits on the bed, facing Hoseok. Seokjin clambers into his lap and doesn't beat around the bush before sinking down onto Yoongi's cock. Hoseok lets out a whimper as he watches his rim stretch around Yoongi’s size, watches Yoongi’s dick disappear into Seokjin's heat. Seokjin's strong thighs are straddling Yoongi and one of Yoongi's hands is wrapped around his waist, tight enough that he can see the impressions his fingers are making in his skin. Over Seokjin's shoulder he sees Yoongi's eyes, fixated on his own, his knowing smirk diluted by his own pleasure.Seokjin rocks a little in Yoongi's lap, grinding his hips down in little circles as he gets used to the feeling of Yoongi inside of him. Hoseok can't see his face, but his little contented noises are what breaks his willpower; his hand moves from his thigh to grab onto his cock, thumbing at the head gently to tease himself."C'mon hyung," Yoongi says, and despite his tight grip, it's almost a plea. His hips buck up a little, trying to rut up into Seokjin. Seokjin just laughs breathlessly. "Impatient.""I've been patient all day," he growls.Seokjin just laughs again before moving. Hoseok watches the muscles in his legs shift as he pulls himself up, right until only the tip of Yoongi's cock is left inside of him. And then he comes down again, both of them moaning out as his cock fills him up again. Hoseok lets out a whine: they look so good; he wants to touch them both. He doesn't know who he wants to be more; having his cock sink into that tight heat clenching around him, or having that thick weight spreading him open.Seokjin repeats his movements, languid, unrushed. He lifts himself up slowly before sinking down again, evidently enjoying the stretch. Yoongi is more impatient: a stark contrast to their usual attitudes. As Seokjin adjusts he finally begins to speed up. He catches Yoongi's mouth in a kiss as he picks up his pace, Yoongi's hands sliding down to his hips to help steady him as he bounces on his cock.The sounds are obscene: the slapping of flesh, the sound of their wet kisses, the grunts they let out when they nip at each other's tongue. It sets Hoseok’s skin on fire.Seokjin alternates between fucking back on Yoongi's cock and swirling his hips in little circles. He must find a good position: his back arches when he gets the rhythm right, rocking back so that Yoongi's cock is fucking right against his prostate. That's when he begins to get loud. Seokjin is always loud during sex - loud ahs mixing with vulgar curses - and he only gets louder when he feels good. Yoongi's panting underneath him too: he curls his knees up so his feet are flat on the bed, giving him leverage to thrust his hips up. Seokjin's approval is only too clear.Hoseok begins pulling at his cock slowly. He's trying to make this last as long as he can, but the scene in front of him is so delicious that he's beginning to give in to temptation. Yoongi notices this, laughing into Seokjin's skin."He's enjoying this," he tells Seokjin while keeping eye contact with Hoseok, speaking about him as if he isn't even there. "He, hah, he can't stop watching.""Good," Seokjin says, rutting down a little harder and clenching around Yoongi. "He should be thanking us for letting him watch." He swallows around the noise that bubbles up in his throat. "This is a real privilege for him. He should be grateful."Hoseok's words stumble out before he can stop them. "I am," he says, "thank you, Seokjin hyung, thank you, Yoongi hyung—”"You like watching this?" They know the answer, but the question is directed at Hoseok this time. He nods enthusiastically."Yes.""What do you like about it?"He squeezes the base of his cock. "Yoongi hyung's cock looks so good," he says, voice raw after the throat fucking from earlier. "I can't see it this clearly when you're fucking me, but I can see it fucking into hyung's ass and - it looks so--" it looks fucking obscene, dirty, filthy, but it enchants him and he digs his thumb into slit. "I want it. But I want Seokjin hyung too - wanna have him around me like that, wanna feel him..." his words are falling apart under his pleasure-addled mind."Wanna fuck Seokjin hyung or be fucked by him?""Both. Want all of him, all of you, all of you..."Seokjin's laugh is a huff of breath as he sinks down. "Cute.""Cute," Yoongi agrees.Seokjin throws his head back and lets out a sharp moan. "Yoongi," he says, pinching him. "Let's change.""Legs?""No. I'm close and I want him to look me in the eye when I come."Hoseok moans at that too. Seokjin rises up a final time, this time letting Yoongi's cock fall out of him completely. He turns around. Hoseok reaches a hand up to his face but remembers his rules and pulls it back sharply before he can make contact. He hasn't been able to see Seokjin's face in their previous position: now he sees him in all his flushed, sweaty glory as he climbs over Hoseok. "Lie down, Hoseokie, that's it."He hovers over him, elbows on the sheets at the side of Hoseok's waist. Hoseok stops touching himself immediately while Yoongi pulls Seokjin's hips up into the air and in position. From this new vantage point, Hoseok gets to see how Seokjin's face scrunches up and then relaxes as Yoongi slides home, gets to see Yoongi, head back and slack jawed as he revels in the pleasure. Hoseok can't help the little whimpers he lets out.Yoongi starts fucking Seokjin in earnest: his pace is slow but he hits deep. With each thrust Seokjin pitches forward, Hoseok able to feel every move and twitch of his muscles. He can feel Seokjin's cock, so hard, bouncing against his leg as the force of Yoongi's thrusts send him rocking forward."Yeah, that's it," Seokjin encourages, "fuck me like you mean it." His eyes slip closed, and Hoseok's eyes are still drawn to his face. "I'm close." It's no wonder - Seokjin's the only one of them who hasn't had an orgasm yet and Hoseok has to fight all instincts to not reach out and kiss him as he cums or to reach down and jerk him off."Gonna come from just my cock, hyung?" Yoongi teases."Yeah," he says, unbothered, "yeah, and I'm gonna come all over Hoseokie.""Please, hyung," Hoseok can't stop himself from begging. "Come on me, please-"Yoongi's pace gets faster, shallower, and Hoseok watches Seokjin's face transfixed as the orgasm hits him: a wave of tension spilling over his features before that look of pleasure takes over. He feels his cum spilling onto his legs and he wants to raise a thigh up for Seokjin to ride out his orgasm against. But no touching: so as much as he wants to touch Seokjin he keeps his eyes to himself, aching hard at this erotic display right on top of him.Seokjin slumps after that, forehead dipping down onto Hoseok's chest as he breathes heavily. Yoongi's place quickens further, sloppy and messy as he finally lets go. His moans are louder, let loose as he chases his orgasm. It hits him soon after: his hands tighten on Seokjin's skin and he meets Hoseok's eyes for a hot second before the pleasure makes him scrunch them shut. He stays inside, his thrusts slowing as he comes, still rutting inside him during the little aftershocks that rip through his body. It's only when his cock has been milked dry does he pull out with a quick kiss pressed to the small of Seokjin's back.Seokjin crawls up alongside Hoseok, slumping against him. Yoongi comes around and joins him on the other side. “Such a good boy,” he says, his praise finally untinged with hint of further punishment. He kisses the shell of Hoseok’s ear and Hoseok whines. He reaches for them both.Seokjin coos, leaning in to kiss him softly while clasping his hand. Yoongi gives Hoseok’s other hand a quick kiss before he traces down his chest, tapping an irregular rhythm on Hoseok’s stomach. “Do you still want to come again?”“Yes,” Hoseok says, “yes – please touch me, please—”“I’ve got you,” Yoongi says, dipping down to press a kiss against Hoseok's lips. “You were so good for me all day. And you were good for Seokjin hyung too.”“The best,” Seokjin agrees, pausing from laying kisses against Hoseok’s neck.Yoongi takes Hoseok’s cock in hand – so hard – and begins jerking him off slowly, unrushed. He’s not teasing him or dragging it out further, he’s just gentle with Hoseok, gentle with his overstimulated body and with his mind that’s been in this headspace for several hours now. Hoseok’s head falls back onto the headboard, eyes fluttering closed, squeezing Seokjin’s hand tightly.Seokjin worships him like this; the teasing bites and nips that he had laid over his skin in the kitchen are replaced with gentle, reverent kisses. The hand that isn't holding Hoseok's is in his hair, gently brushing through the messy strands. Yoongi keeps up the pace on his cock, slow but steady as Hoseok begins to rut into his fist. "There's a good boy," he says, tugging a little harder as his hips quicken, pressing his thumb against the underside of the head. "Come on, again for us."While it's been spread out over a large span of time, this is Hoseok's third orgasm. He wasn't even sure if he could come again, but watching Seokjin and Yoongi fuck had alighted a deep desire in him, one that stemmed so deep it surprised himself. And now they're here, lathering attention on him, and that desire grows even more. His hips buck up, practically uncontrollable, Yoongi's grip is still gentle but faster. whispering sweet words into his ear and Seokjin hums gently beside him. "That's our good Hoseokie," he says.They've only been touching him for a short time but this onset of attention proves too much for him. He cries out as his cock spurts - not much - dirtying Yoongi's hand and his own stomach. He sinks back into the bed impossibly further, a long exhale leaving his lungs as the scene ends.The atmosphere in the room immediately shifts. Yoongi pulls the remaining toy out of Hoseok, taking a moment to massage his limbs where the ropes had been tied. Hoseok huffs a tired smile and Seokjin, grinning wide, practically pounces on it with kisses. "Wow, Hoseokie," he says, "you really outdid yourself today. You were so good! I'm proud of you." His voice trails along, purposely adding cute intonations as if it was a normal conversation and not pillow talk."Thanks hyung," he says, realizing how exhausted he really is.“Did you enjoy the scene? Was there anything that was too rough or too much?”“I would have used my safe word if there was,” Hoseok says. “It was perfect.” It pushed him in all of the right ways, straining him enough that he had to work for it, but that only made it more pleasurable when he finally did get to come. "I'm lucky to have you both."Yoongi scoffs, but pokes his cheek gently. "We're lucky to have you."“Let’s not bicker,” Seokjin says. “We’re all meant for each other and have inordinate amounts of luck to have found each other like this.” Satisfied that he’s nipped any bickering in the bud (even if he’s the one most prone to it) he cocks his head towards Yoongi. When Yoongi leans down Seokjin cranes his neck to meet him halfway. Hoseok watches them kiss; this one is filled with love, not just lust. He can’t help but smile, feelings of content growing inside of him in his post-coital bliss. “Yoongi-chi,” Seokjin says sweetly, “go cook that food for Hoseokie.”Hoseok barks a laugh as Yoongi grumbles but assents.“He’s the only one who didn’t have something up his ass today,” Seokjin whispers conspiratorially to Hoseok. “We should make him do all of the work, huh?”Hoseok grins. “And tomorrow too.”“If we say we’re sore he’ll bring us breakfast in bed.”It’s a nice thought, and as exhausted as he is Hoseok’s more than happy to start drifting off to sleep but it seems that Seokjin has plans for him too. “No sleeping yet. We can cuddle later, but I know you hate day old lube up your ass more than I do.”Hoseok groans, but he knows he’s right. He lets Seokjin tug him out of bed and into the shower, and he sits sleepily as he turns on the hot spray.The water begins to wake him up. Seokjin gets in with him and gives them both a thorough washing; he washes the remnants of all their activities away before soaping up and scrubbing them both down. The warm water feels good on Hoseok’s tired body, it comforts the limbs and muscles that had been straining for large parts of the day. Not that Hoseok is complaining of course – today’s scene was just what he needed. He begins to rise fully out of headspace now and can truly appreciate it; after frustration and annoyance and some not too nice thoughts, he needed to let go. He needed to be pulled apart by the people he trusts most so he could be put back together, and as Seokjin sponges his back he notices that he feels much more refreshed and capable than he had this morning.Seokjin babbles as they wash; he tells Hoseok that obviously when preparing dinner, they had made him some too, but didn’t cook it at the time because he “deserved better than a reheated plate.” Yoongi’s current mission is cooking the said prepared food while Seokjin gets them both ready for bed. He also kisses him lots in the shower too; nothing is insinuated, of course. They’re both too worn out for any heat to be carried in these kisses. They’re sweet and pure, two men wrapped up in each other’s affection. Hoseok lets Seokjin shampoo his hair and Seokjin kisses his nose once the suds have been rinsed out.Seokjin also insists on helping him dry off, on pulling fresh pajamas from their room to dress him in. Fresh, clean and dry they go back into their bedroom. Yoongi has food on a tray for him. Seokjin hates eating in bed – he has a thing about crumbs between the sheets and attracting bugs – but he always lets it slide in situations like this. The food is good and restores Hoseok further.“Thanks, hyung,” he says to Yoongi. “You’ll be a bona fide chef soon.”Seokjin scoffs. “The only time Yoongi ever cooks is when he’s fucked someone into exhaustion,” he teases, making a kissy face when Yoongi raises an eyebrow at him.It’s not that late out, but they’re all tired. Even Yoongi gets ready for bed early, clearing the dishes off the bed, saying that they can be done in the morning. He wriggles his way into the bed, worming his way between Seokjin and Hoseok. Hoseok can only smile fondly at his actions.Seokjin turns off the light, and Hoseok lets himself slump against Yoongi. Yoongi turns so that he’s facing him and opens up his arms, letting Hoseok snuggle into his chest. A hand comes over to hold Hoseok’s, Seokjin stretching across Yoongi’s width so he can hold them both. It’s always a little bit of a squeeze – their bed isn’t quite large enough for three people to sleep normally – but it’s rarely a problem for them. They enjoy the safety of each other’s arms, the warmth and comfort of lying wrapped up in each other, especially in the aftermath of a scene.Hoseok yawns.“Goodnight, Hoseokie,” Seokjin says softly. “I love you. Goodnight Yoongi-chi, I love you.”Hoseok smiles into Yoongi’s chest. “I love you too. Both of you.”“Just go to sleep already,” Yoongi grumbles. “Goodnight,” he adds, with an air of finality. Hoseok bites his lip so that he doesn’t giggle, and knows Seokjin does the same.And after a moment of silence, Yoongi’s voice again: “I love both of you too.”