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some nights at  tiger's joy  were, well, less than a joy. it's been three years for yoongi at this place and he blames hoseok for that crap. he was managing well all on his own before hoseok mentioned getting some good service from this place. it's not like it's awful, no. there's more good customers than bad; happy hours are the highlight because there's always someone singing some sailor song they heard in a movie so it feels more like an old tavern for pirates than a club in an alley in the middle of seoul. that's always fun.

the thing is, yoongi didn't sign up for this bar stuff, but he has to work some regular hours to keep up appearances. this is seoul, there's some crooked joints doing all manner of illegal shit and, by law, this place would count as that. even if it's really a classy and friendly place, it's still very illegal what they're doing.

the greatest thing about this place is namjoon. the man knows how to run a business and keep the people in it safe. for one, play times are every weekend night from twelve am to four am. some nights are special and it starts earlier or ends later, depending on how namjoon feels the night has gone. another, there are bouncers in this place, extra when the night flips to twelve on the weekends.

the best one: most encounters are through a website that's carefully tended to by namjoon's boyfriend jungkook, who also doubles as one of the extra bouncers on weekends. the site is interesting, yoongi's doesn't know how jungkook's got it coded, but the kid is a fucking genius. as workers look through clients, the card they're on disappears from the site while it's open, which means no one has to worry about a job being stolen from underneath them. everyone's nice to each other, but it's an extra measure to prevent rivalry and misunderstanding.

again, jungkook is a damn genius and namjoon is a lucky man.

it's this very site yoongi gets most of his own clients, and he's browsing through it, refreshing the page like crazy. he's bored, he wants some action and it's not the weekend — it's a wednesday. by yoongi's calculations, that's two more nights until the time to really be here happens, and he's not working one day of them — what a crapshoot. beside him, taehyung is also on the site, looking at a client that's just come in while yoongi's just about settled on this dumb sugar baby job. he won't turn down money, no, but that's not the sole reason he came to be here at  tiger's joy .

back in college yoongi had been introduced to the bdsm scene and he's never really gone back to vanilla sex. that had been one hell of an awakening for his tender little heart. who'd have thought that soft spoken yoongi would enjoy getting tied up and spanked? certainly not him until that one night at a party one of his roommates went to and dragged him along. the roommate being hoseok, of course — it's always hoseok. he'd never thought hoseok was into that stuff either, looking back on it.

" you know , i think i'll take this job — this guy wants a simple scene and i'm feeling pretty lazy … "  taehyung hums around a straw he's been chewing on for thirty minutes. yoongi scrunches his nose at him and yanks the thing out of his mouth. taehyung doesn't react. he turns his phone to yoongi and shows him the request he has open and yoongi's heart jumps.

" wait ... "  he says as he snatches taehyung's phone from him. this does get a reaction, a very loud squawk from the other, but yoongi pays no attention to him. instead, he shoves his own phone at taehyung, showing the request he has up. he barely hears the interested hum taehyung lets out. he's focused on this request and the very fucking familiar address.  " let me have this job — please . "

taehyung blinks up from yoongi's phone and their eyes lock, yoongi's pleading with his.  " well yeah , sure yoongles— ow ! "  taehyung rubs at his shoulder where yoongi's given him a punch with his knuckles unfolded for maximum hurt.  " yoongi hyung , "  he corrects himself with a grimace.

" better , "  yoongi replies, eyes back on the request taehyung has up.

" so … gonna tell me why you want that one ? "  yoongi's feels taehyung's breath on his neck as he leans in to read over his shoulder. he shudders involuntarily and nudges at taehyung to get him away.  " i guess that's a no . "

yoongi exits out of the card on taehyung's phone and picks up his own to pull that card and claim it before any of the other workers, on and off duty, see it and grab it before he can.  " you can have the one i was going to take — it's a sugar baby job .  guy wants to go on a date to an expensive restaurant and then take someone home for some fun . "

he pauses, then adds,  " he apparently has a flat near gangnam— "  to sweeten the pot and that's all it takes for taehyung to grab his phone back up and search for that card. he must get it because he's cheering right after, but yoongi isn't focused on that. no, his attention is on the card he chose. the address is someone else he knows from a different place.

it's his fucking neighbor, and best friend park jimin.

~ & ~

it's a site he's only heard about from this and that place. the workers are left anonymous until they show up to service you, and that's honestly a-okay with jimin. he's heard there's some beautiful and willing workers and if he weren't so desperate to have a scene, he'd go and just pick someone up from a bar and bring them back for a good fuck. but thing is, jimin's been into bdsm for about four years and it's so hard to find others who want to do a scene.

so now he's resorted to this. it's not a bad thing, these people are good at their jobs and it's not like they're being forced—

" oh god , what if they  are  being forced though ? "  jimin paces, biting on his thumbnail. he'd aware of this being illegal, but this place sounds so nice and there's so many things put in place to protect client and servicer. surely these people aren't being forced…

he's pulled from his worries when his phone chimes to alert him of an email. work shouldn't be messaging him, so it has to be from  that place . he's never open his email app so quick.

                                          dear pjm,

                                                  your request has been claimed by one of our workers!

                                                  please await your appointment at the requested time and place and thank you for using our services!

                                          sincerely,

                                                  tje

that's it. jimin has someone coming to his apartment later tonight and they're fully aware of the scene he wants to do. he feels giddy with his excitement, like the whole of his nervous system rented out a bouncy castle and are having a ball on it. the metaphorical bouncy castle pops when he comes back to himself and realizes—

" oh shit , i have to clean up . "

it's not like his apartment is a pigsty, but there's clothes slung around over the backs of the sofa and armchair, there's dirty dishes  ( not like the guy would be going in there anyway ), and he's pretty sure the cat litter needs to be changed today because he didn't do it yesterday thanks to going out with some coworkers for dinner right after work was through. so he shoves his phone into his back pocket, rolls up his sleeves, and gets to work on making sure his apartment looks as pretty as it should for company.

for the next two hours, he flits from room to room, cleaning this and that. at one point, he fusses with his cat yenny for making a mess of the small laundry area near the kitchen door.  " there's litter everywhere , yen — you know to wipe your paws on the mat , "  he whines a little, shooing the black cat out of the room. he hums a tune as he continues with his work, his mind conjuring up the image of one of those cleaning montages movies enjoy using, music included.

when he's done, jimin's final room to tend to is his own bedroom, which is where the magic will happen. he's shaking in anticipation as he picks out the items he'll want for his scene and proceeds to disinfect them carefully and set them out on a clean strip of cloth on his bedside table. he double checks everything before shutting his bedroom door so yenny can't get in there and knock over the toys he has sitting out like she's so happy to do.

now is the wait time. he puts food down for yenny and then grabs some early dinner. he'll definitely want to sleep after the scene, though he doesn't hold out any kind of hope for his partner to stay or anything — that's not what this service really offers. he's promised a scene and that's it. it's fine though, a scene is perfect and then he can wash off and head right straight to bed.

" yenny , you need to be a good girl tonight okay ?  papa's having company over , "  jimin says to the petite cat as she munches on her food by his feet. the cat purrs loudly in response so jimin accepts that and finishes up his meal.

now to find something to distract himself with while he waits.

~ & ~

seven p.m. rolls around quickly. yoongi has cleaned everywhere on his body to make sure he's absolutely perfect. his clothes are laid out on his bed, and it's a simple outfit — some jeans and a nice blouse that fits loose on his body. he's chosen accessories to attract jimin  ( he's like a crow with shiny objects okay )  and he's wearing his lucky underwear. why? who really knows, he just felt like he should be wearing them tonight. he doesn't even plan on wearing shoes, just slide his slippers on and step next door.

more than one time he's thought about going over early just to sit down and talk with jimin, reveal everything, but he's only made it as far as putting his hand on the knob before he chickens out. no, this should be completely professional. appointment will be on time, no personal feelings involved, etc. but god, he's housed the biggest crush on jimin for so long, finds him equal parts cute and alluring. his lips are a damn sin all on their own, and his thighs and ass must have been sculpted by a god. someone, somewhere, took just a little extra time on park jimin and yoongi wants to shake that person's hand.

so, never in a million years did he think jimin was into guys, though he guessed it should've been obvious with how many men cut eyes at jimin that he would shamelessly smile at. yoongi just always thought that jimin might have been a bit conceited, but the kind that's sort of funny and not rude or anything. confident, that's the word. yeah — he always thought jimin was just confident about himself and would take any ogling he could get. it didn't really match his personality, but jimin could be a bit surprising at times.

like now.

the appointment is for seven thirty, but yoongi's already dressed and heading out of his own apartment at seven fifteen, ready to get this whole thing over with. he's already steeled himself for the inevitable rejection — though he can't really figure out a reason why he'd be rejected other than jimin wanting to preserve their friendship, and even then that's kind of lame. yoongi's a good guy and he thinks he looks nice enough, but that's not really what jimin might think. hell, a few days ago yoongi didn't even know jimin was into guys! it's a further unknown to what type of guy jimin's into.

now they're not exactly  next door  neighbors, more like hallway neighbors. yoongi has to pass by two other doors before he's at jimin's place, but once he's there, he kind of freaks out and stands there for about five minutes just staring at the door. before he raises a hand to knock, the door opens to a very comfortably dressed jimin  ( doesn't yoongi feel the fool all dressed up like this ? ). he looks at yoongi with concern.

" hyung ?  what's wrong ? "

fuck.  " i , uh … "

" you're all dressed up , "  jimin says, looking yoongi up and down and, oh, is that a hint of  lust  yoongi sees? he knows want when he sees it and that's exactly what jimin has written so plainly on his face — probably isn't even aware of it.  " are you going somewhere ?  do you need a ride ? "  because of course yoongi doesn't own a car while jimin does.

yoongi shakes his head before smiling, putting on his professional persona the best he can.  " no , jimin-ssi , i'm here for your appointment . "

one second, two, three, four— and it hits. jimin's eyes widen so large that yoongi fears they may just pop out and roll onto the floor like marbles.  " you— i— what ? "  he's stunned, but he still moves aside and lets yoongi into his apartment, the same one yoongi's been in so often just to visit. now, it feels different knowing what they might just be doing.

it's dead silent as they both step into the apartment, yoongi leaving his slippers at the entrance. there's the rustle of fabric as they each sit down, jimin on the sofa and yoongi on the arm chair, body tilted to face jimin who looks so stricken that it's kind of cute, but also worrying. he wants to make the first move, but he waits to see if maybe jimin will snap out of his stupor. it continues on and yoongi squirms. maybe being professional about this isn't the way to go after all. so he breaks it.

" if i'd known you wouldn't dress up , i'd have just worn my pajamas over here , "  yoongi jokes, trying to smile without that awkward waver to his lips. it works though. jimin blinks, looks over at him, and then his face blooms into a grin and he  laughs  so freely.

the laughter continues for a few moments, long enough for even yoongi to join in. their stiff sitting loosens and it feels like yoongi's just come over to sit with jimin after work. it feels normal, and this is much better than the atmosphere yoongi put them in. he feels sorry about that, but there's no real way to apologize for it without putting them back into a weird space. so he lets it go.

" so , the appointment— it's with you ? "  there's no sound of dislike in jimin's voice as he asks, it's simple curiosity.  " i didn't … i never knew you were into guys , hyung . "

" it's not something i talk about with just anyone — have to be careful who knows in my personal circle . "  yoongi shrugs a shoulder.  " you don't sound … put off ? "

jimin's lips pucker up into a pout, the same one he makes when he's thinking.  " i'm not .  you're really attractive , hyung — i just wasn't really sure about making a move on you before , but now ... "  he threads his own fingers together and looks at yoongi with a sharp gaze that yoongi has never seen him get.  " now , i want to know that you're still okay for the appointment . "

well, that's not what yoongi was expecting, and he doesn't try to overthink on the idea of jimin maybe wanting to make a move on him before.  " yeah , i'm still good with it . "

two things happen in quick succession: jimin gets up, plants himself on the corner of the coffee table, knees knocking together with yoongi's and he leans forward until he has to rest his hands on yoongi's knees. this isn't strange, no, jimin's pretty touchy — but it's the fucking  look  jimin has on his face, in his eyes. he looks ready to grab yoongi and throw him on the bed and show him the real meaning of the word  ravish.

yoongi isn't quite sure how to react to that right now. he wants to lean in and kiss jimin maybe, those lips are awful tempting, but he's not sure what they should be doing, or if they should be doing it right away. they still haven't talked about what their appointment would exactly be — jimin wasn't exactly forthcoming with what he wanted on the app. just something simple — someone he could dom over, who liked certain things, et cetera et cetera.

" jimin , ah , shouldn't we talk about everything we need to do ... like boundaries and such ? "  yoongi whispers softly. they haven't moved, as if frozen in time. he waits for there to be a camera click or something. maybe this is some kind of trap. but there's nothing.

" oh , right , "  jimin whispers softly, pulling back to sit more comfortably on the coffee table. he looks ashamed, or maybe shy, a complete one-eighty from the intense look he had before.  " right , so — what are your limits , hyung — tell me and we'll be careful about it . "

" well , first — i need to know exactly what you want from this appointment .  there was no definitive on what you were looking for , you know ?  so i need to know what you want exactly and then we can figure it out and talk it through together — and no , this isn't counted in the time you have for your appointment and no money changes hands either .  you pay the app and then they'll pay me . "

jimin frowns a little at that, looking down at his knees.  " how do i know you'll be paid properly ... "

it's sweet that jimin wants to look out for him even though it should be yoongi looking after him.  " i'll be okay , jimin , really — the people i work with are good , you'd like them even . "

a sigh.  " okay , so ... i don't really have a set scene — is that bad ? "  yoongi shakes his head no.  " i just ... i keep thinking about tying someone down and teasing them with a vibrator .  maybe leave the room , make them think i won't come back , but then i do and then we both get some release , i give them aftercare and maybe they stay until i fall asleep ... "  he looks at yoongi through his bangs as he adds,  " maybe the whole night too . "

it's not a lot to ask and yoongi's into all of those things. staying the whole night though— well, yoongi's never done that before, never wanted to either. his clients are just clients and it's usually up to their choice, but if they don't make it clear they want him to stay, yoongi typically doesn't. but for jimin, yoongi could do that. it might make things between them a bit more complicated though.

" i can do all of that , jimin — i'm into that kind of play and the scene sounds good .  i'm glad you didn't write that out on the app , "  yoongi jokes softly. jimin blinks, head tilting inquisitively so yoongi explains,  " i already had to fight for this appointment with one of my other co-workers ... "

" wait , you fought to have this appointment with me — why ? "

shit.  " just because he's a little brat — you wouldn't have liked him . "  that's a damn lie and yoongi knows it. if there's anyone at the club that jimin would get on with well, it'd be taehyung.  " anyway — so the scene is good , i'm fine with all of that .  no gagging me if you're going to tie me up and leave me though , i need to be able to signal if i'm in trouble and if you can't see it visually , you'll need to hear me. "

jimin nods to that, a bit too eagerly actually. it's cute. jimin's just cute, okay?

" so my safeword is marzipan , don't ask why , that's a long story , "  yoongi shakes his head.  " do you have the things needed because i have them if you don't— "

" i have them , so don't worry about that . "  he fidgets in his seat before sighing heavily and straightening up, looking more like the dominating person he was just a few minutes ago.  " alright , what are your boundaries — do you not like being kissed or called certain things ? "

yoongi hums softly at that. he's never really written down what he does and doesn't like. he pretty much just plays it by ear, which isn't a good thing, no. namjoon's scolded him many times for it. there is one thing though.

" don't call me bitch — i hate that word .  slut and whore , cum bucket , shit like that is fine .  and i'm not opposed to kisses or really any other acts of affection , so don't worry about being gentle with me even while in the scene , yeah ?  just be you . "

jimin nods to everything yoongi says, taking it all in like a sponge.  " so you're alright with nicer names too ? "  yoongi chuckles a little and nods his head. jimin, ever the one to be sweet even in situations where it's okay not to be, pettiness notwithstanding.

" is that it then ?  any limits for yourself , jimin ? "

" i don't like brat taming and i'm not crazy about bodily fluid stuff either , "  jimin begins and yoongi nods along to it,  " i just like a little teasing , not a lot — i prefer to be obeyed and give stuff like spanking as a treat rather than a punishment .  is that fair ? "  yoongi smiles and nods his head.

it gets quiet for a moment between them, the awkwardness threatening to come back before jimin leans in and kisses yoongi's cheek.  " should we get started now hyung ? "

yoongi chuckles a little at how innocent that question is, especially since they were just talking about doing a bdsm scene together. their usual conversation would probably be about sweets or another neighbor at this point, or maybe about the latest coffee jimin collected from a random store. it's just something he does, his liking of coffee matching yoongi's.

" yeah , we should get started if you're ready , jimin ah , "  he slowly stands up, cheeks flushing unintentionally as he realizes this puts jimin's face right at his crotch.  calm down yoongi , it's not time to start the scene just yet ...

it's a second for it to hit jimin that he should also be standing up to get ready too.  " ah , i have everything ready , it's just ... getting undressed and getting to it right ?  are you opposed to me being dressed and you're not ? "

yoongi shrugs a shoulder, not really bothered by it. if anything, it kind of sets off his like of being a little humiliated, but that's not something he wants to get into right now. not with jimin, not when it isn't a part of the scene. he simply follows after jimin when he heads into his bedroom.

there was only one time before that he's been inside of jimin's bedroom and that was the time he helped him his new mattress in and placed on the frame. that's been about a year ago now. briefly, a little jealous thought enters his head — how many times has jimin been with someone on this bed. it shouldn't matter, he and jimin aren't a thing, and he never thought about him being a thing before now because he didn't even know he liked guys  ( lie — he had hopes ).

" hey , this isn't awkward is it ? "  jimin asks suddenly, breaking yoongi out of his stupor. he blinks rapidly and looks right at him.

" no , it isn't jimin , "  yoongi replies, but maybe, just maybe it is a bit.  " is it awkward for you ? "

jimin settles onto the bed and frowns down at his feet; it's obvious he's thinking about it. talking was one thing, but this is actually about to happen. he'll see jimin nude for the first time since meeting him, and same for jimin. would this change their dynamic? it took so long to get used to one another before, but this will change things, surely.

" hey , all you have to do is say so and we don't have to do this , "  yoongi whispers softly, chewing on his bottom lip. he doesn't  want  jimin to turn back on it now, but he knows his friendship with jimin is more important than any kind of desire or job.

jimin's head snaps up.  " no , no — i really want this , hyung .  i just ... what do we do after this ? "

" what do you mean ? "

" isn't this going to change everything ?  what if it's a bad change ? "

yoongi frowns. he'd been thinking the same thing, sure, but he misses that dominant jimin from the living room.  " hey , even if things do change , why's it gotta be bad , you know ? "

it takes a minute for jimin but when he locks eyes with yoongi, it's easy to see he's made his decision.  " strip , hyung . "

" don't call me hyung during the scene, "  yoongi gives a little groan, but he's smiling the whole time. the tension, the bad kind anyway, seems to have dissipated for now.

" okay — then how about ... strip now , slut , "  jimin repeats with the change of word and tone. that dominant sound is back and yoongi feels his knees go a bit weak.

yoongi swallows and he reaches for the bottom of his shirt when jimin interrupts him.  " slowly — want to see you , all of you . "

fuck. yoongi doesn't suppress the shudder that runs down his spine. okay so, he wanted it back and he got it, but damn he didn't think it would affect him so strongly. he does as he's told though. strips off his pretty blouse, revealing inch after inch of warm, soft skin for jimin. he can feel his eyes on him when the fabric obstructs his vision.

there's a sharp intake of breath and yoongi has to bite the inside of his cheek to suppress the smirk. he's not built like jungkook or namjoon, but he's nice thanks to the alternating gym trips with jimin and then jungkook. he hopes jimin's mouth is watering, ready to attach to one of the delicate lines of tattoos covering his ribcage; maybe one of the ones that loops around his left nipple. once the shirt is gone, he drops it aside and then works on his pants, sliding his fingers into the hem of the pants just to tease the other.

" stop teasing , "  jimin orders with a sharp click of his tongue. yoongi's skating on thin ice and he knows it. he goes back to obeying properly, shedding his pants and underwear in one go. he's already half hard, and getting harder, and if jimin keeps ordering him around like the slut he is, he's going to be full mast soon.

jimin stands up, takes the two steps towards yoongi.  " hands down by your sides . "  yoongi obeys and jimin circles him, observing him like he's some fucking lion and yoongi's the gazelle about to be devoured. strangely, it's kind of hot thinking of that.  " good boy , "  jimin coos gently, reaching up to stroke through yoongi's hair. he left it without much product so the glide is easy for jimin. he's not expecting jimin to grab a bunch of his hair at the back of his head and yank him back. he leans in like he's going to kiss yoongi, but he only smirks.

" onto the bed , baby . "

that name should not be so sinful coming from jimin's pretty lips, but it is. it's never affected him so much. there's a niggling voice in the back of his head that he should stop this right here, not go through with this because he has  feelings  for jimin and this is only going to complicate things for him. that voice promptly hushes the second jimin gently pushes him towards the bed. all he can think of now is pleasing jimin in whatever way he'd like.

though he's expecting it, yoongi still can't help but stare in awe as jimin climbs onto the bed with the soft cotton ropes meant to tie up someone during a scene like this. at least jimin was serious about being into this and being prepared. the ropes are set aside, resting by yoongi's knee as a reminder of their presence.  " spread your legs , i'll put you into the spreader bar . "

yoongi shudders a little and does as he's told just in time for jimin to lean over and grab the metal bar with the ankle cuffs attached from down by the bed. he wonders how far jimin will spread his legs for only a brief second before jimin's actually adjusted it right in front of him. god, that's wide apart, but yoongi can handle it. he'll have to, and he likes that jimin's taken such command over him right now. he really likes it and he doesn't hold back the little moan when jimin straps the first ankle into the cuff.

" how's this ? "  jimin breaks character to ask yoongi, check on him to be sure he's okay. it's sweet and a bit unnecessary, but yoongi smiles and nods his head to assure jimin that he's okay. the dominance comes back full force when he clasps yoongi's other ankle into the spreader bar cuffs without another word.

there's the faintest feeling of a crick in his left hip from the sudden spreading, but it's easily ignored. he doesn't mind a bit of pain anyway. it feels so good to be restrained, even if it's just his ankles right now. he doesn't close his eyes to enjoy it, not until he's watched jimin tie his hands to the headboard, which is exactly what jimin does next.

he doesn't move an inch unless jimin's moving him. he wants to be good for him, see more of that dominant side complimenting him for being good. he might have a mild humiliation kink, but he really enjoys praise above all of it, and from jimin? please.

" look at how pretty you are , baby , "  jimin coos, his accent strong, words practically a purr. 

yoongi melts instantly, his whole body going lax, thoughts slowing down until he can only focus on jimin. nothing else matters except for jimin, pleasing him and getting more praise from him as their session continues. he doesn't have any thoughts of being naughty or going against what jimin wants.

" not going to say anything , pretty ? "  the chuckle that leaves jimin is half teasing, half mocking. it's not mean, but it's not just playful either. he sounds smug. that only makes yoongi harder. he's not sure if he should make a noise or wiggle around; he doesn't want to be punished right now.

" jimin , "  yoongi sighs out,  " feels good . "  it's all he can really offer. his brain feels like mush. he's never gone into this state of being so quickly before. something inside of him is saying he should be panicking, but that hazy feeling washes over him and all he knows is jimin and jimin's pleasure.

there's a little click, the sound familiar enough to make yoongi moan. he feels wet fingers at his hole, but he's so relaxed like this, he doesn't even clench from any sort of discomfort. one, then two, and then he feels a slight burn from the stretching jimin's doing intentionally, but he doesn't flinch away. his nose scrunches a little though.

" does that hurt , baby ?  i'll be slower , "  jimin purrs softly, laying a kiss on yoongi's hip bone. it's now that yoongi realizes that jimin is sitting to his side, with the free roam to lean over and kiss his lips. he really wants jimin's lips on his. it's painful that they haven't kissed yet when it'd be so easy to do so.

" minie , "  yoongi whimpers softly, drawing jimin's attention to him. he looks concerned, though the fingers aren't removed, just stilled.

" what's that , baby ?  do you need to safeword ? "  jimin asks, and it's so soft and so concerned that yoongi can only whine a little, the sound almost choked as emotions flood through him. he doesn't want jimin to be disappointed in this little need he suddenly has. he almost doesn't ask.

" kiss ?  lips ? "  he mumbles and the sweet, relieved smile jimin gives makes his heart do a little flip. without another word, jimin leans over and kisses his lips sweetly. it's not passionate, there's no tongue, but it's the most tender kiss yoongi thinks he's ever had the pleasure of receiving.

jimin pulls back to smile again.  " better , baby ? "  yoongi nods his head, blissful smile on his own face as jimin gets back to work on stretching him open to get ready for the toy that's been picked out. it's a nicely sized one, but yoongi can handle it. he  wants  to handle it so jimin is impressed and proud of him. he's never wanted to please someone so much.

it's smooth sailing from there.

jimin gets him nice and stretched out, it's a pleasant sensation for yoongi. the toy is pretty as it sparkles in the light of the bedroom, lube dripping down to the base, over jimin's fingers. he wants it pressed all the way inside, wants to wiggle around, press down onto it and moan for jimin. maybe it'll prompt him to be quick about fucking him.

" salivating already , baby ? "  jimin teases, reaching out with wet fingers. he rubs his dry knuckles against yoongi's lips and it's then he realizes he's been drooling.  " look at my little slut , so eager for something in your tight hole that you're going to salivate over a toy of all things . "  jimin clicks his tongue, shaming yoongi until he whines a little about it. then there's a chuckle from jimin.

yoongi's knees are bent up, which is awkward at first until the bottom of his feet are planted on the bed. he's got a little control back being like this. that lasts about point two seconds though.

the toy is eased inside. it's a vibrator, so there's not much give to it. it's stiff and already turned on so as it slides past his rim, he already feels a drop of pre-cum drip onto his stomach. it feels so good as it's pressed further in until the base stops it. oh — it's a plug , and when yoongi tilts his head, he sees a little rectangular box which tells him one thing: it's remote controlled.

fuck.

that hazy feeling is still there, but the vibrator pulls him into more awareness. it feels so good, he doesn't want to miss this. not when jimin looks so cute concentrating on getting the toy pressed in just right so it's against yoongi's prostate. he adjusts it a few times, all of which leave yoongi whimpering and whining for more, hips kicking until jimin slaps his thigh. it stings.

" do you not want to be a good boy ? "  jimin clicks his tongue. yoongi whines softly, but stills.  " good . "

once the toy is pressed right where jimin wants it, he instructs yoongi not to move one bit until he's given permission. with that, jimin slides off of the bed and moves to settle down into a chair in the corner of the room, suspiciously placed. it's as if jimin gets off on watching someone squirm, which is right up yoongi's alley, but definitely not what jimin mentioned before. it's good though — yoongi doesn't need a safeword. he likes this new development.

" also , if you cum before i say you can — you won't get me inside of you , pretty .  just remember that . "  jimin smirks, leaning back into the chair, getting comfortable like he'll be there a while. one hand has a hold of the remote and, every so often, he increases the vibration then turns it off just as suddenly. anything to prompt a whine from yoongi's lips.

this goes on for another thirty minutes. it feels like an eternity to yoongi, who's sweating and panting. there's a little puddle of pre-cum on his stomach. when jimin comes over to him again, he dips his fingers through the pre-cum and offers them to yoongi to clean, which he does eagerly, sucking them until there's nothing left on jimin's fingers. this continues until there's nothing left on yoongi's stomach.

" what a good boy for me — you didn't cum , "  jimin says, a note of pride but also surprise in his voice. yoongi feels pretty damn pleased with himself — or, he would if he weren't nearly vibrating with the need to finally cum.

he'd been okay the whole time, had been able to grow numb to it, until he'd glanced at what jimin was doing in the chair for the last fifteen minutes. even now, jimin's cock is still hanging out of his pants. it's angry red and wet at the tip, the shaft of it glistening with pre-cum too. yoongi doesn't know if he wants it in his mouth or in his ass more.

when the toy is turned off and removed, yoongi decides: ass would be better.

" are you ready for me , pretty ? "  jimin asks as he begins stripping down, revealing inch after inch of delicious skin. there's not one mark or hickey on jimin's body. this pleases yoongi, but also makes him wish he weren't tied up so he could fix that blaring issue.

" yes , please , "  yoongi whispers softly, arms tugging on the restraints for the first time since being tied up. even when he was near crying when the vibrator was turned on high, he never tugged on the ropes. he was a good boy the entire time, even though he now feels like he's run a marathon.

jimin eye-smiles at him, completely breaking character for just a brief second, before he's tossing the last of his clothes to the floor, kicking his pants away, and joining yoongi on the bed. he reaches over to grab a condom, which he tears into quickly and rolls onto his cock with a hiss. he looks five seconds from blowing his load and yoongi whines a little. he wants jimin inside of him  now.

without saying anything, jimin carefully removes the spreader bar from yoongi's ankles. he lowers it to the ground, lets it fall the rest of the way, before easing between yoongi's legs. he gives a little smirk as he gathers up yoongi's pre-cum that's dripped onto his stomach again and uses it to coat his cock. it's so fucking filthy, but yoongi likes it.

the headboard creaks when jimin slides in and yoongi seizes up with pleasure, arms yanking so he can hold onto jimin when he starts a vigorous pace. it's near mind-numbingly fast, but yoongi loves it. the headboard cracks against the wall as jimin pounds into him ruthlessly, obviously on edge from this dragging on so long.

yoongi's head tilts back into the pillow and his moans break each time jimin hits right against his prostate, their hips sounding out with a smack. it's so obscene, but yoongi feels himself losing the battle of holding on, cock twitching, balls tightening as jimin changes the angle of his thrusting.

it happens before yoongi's ready. his orgasm peaks and he shudders as his cock throbs, cum spurting high up onto his chest and collar bone. jimin fucks him through it, cock drilling into him faster and harder. yoongi feels more cum dribble out of his cock with each thrust, almost as if jimin's milking more out of him.

it's not long after that jimin slams into him once more before yoongi can feel jimin's cock throb, releasing into the condom. shame it isn't inside of him, but yoongi doesn't complain. not when he's been thoroughly fucked out and he descends into a blissful state, unaware of what jimin's doing now. it feels nice at least.

he's shifted a bit, a groan leaving his raw throat. when ever did he moan so much that his throat got raw? it's been a while actually. he whimpers when jimin finally releases his wrists, rubbing at the marks left behind from the ropes. there's a whispered apology but yoongi just hums a little and grabs at jimin's hands. he doesn't want that tender touch to leave him. he might fall apart.

" oh yoongi , "  jimin whispers, voice sweet and gentle.  " let me take care of you . "  it's the single most lovely thing yoongi can imagine being said after this type of scene. he feels like a wet towel that's been squished and twisted to wring out the water and then thrown over a line to finish drying. but it's a good feeling for him.

he checks out for a good twenty minutes, not really sure what jimin's doing to him, but he feels the wet warmth of being cleaned up, then the heat of jimin holding him tight. it's all he could really want right now.

it takes another thirty minutes for him to come out of his fugue, but when he does, he's aware of the room light being dim and jimin's soft, but warm body wrapped around him. he's got his underwear on and so does jimin, but that's all. jimin's breathing is even, but not slow to signal sleep. he's just relaxing while yoongi comes back to himself.

" hey there , "  jimin greets, looking at yoongi with a sweet smile.  " how are you feeling , hyung ? "

yoongi hates that the scene is over if only for that one word. he doesn't want to be  hyung  to jimin — he wants to be  baby  or  sweetie. he gives a little smile and nods a bit, unsure of his words right now. he can play up still coming out of his headspace to prevent from speaking right now.

jimin strokes through his hair.  " want a shower ? "  yoongi shakes his head no.  " what about something to eat ? "  yoongi thinks for a minute before slowly nodding, cheeks a bit flush, but all jimin does is grin.  " i have left overs — let's get up and we can eat together , okay ? "

migrating from the bedroom to the living room is a task and a half. yoongi feels his lower half throbbing, his wrists have bruises on them, and his bones feel like week old gelatin. he likes it, make no mistake, but he's hurting now. jimin seems to sense that and before food is served, he lays a blanket over yoongi's shoulders and passes him a glass of water with some painkillers.

when jimin moves into the kitchen, the weight of everything finally hits yoongi.

he and jimin had sex. he took the job knowing full well this would happen, knowing his feelings would get into the mix no matter how much he tried to prevent that. he didn't try very hard, let's be real — he could've done better. now he's not really sure what to do, or how to act. part of him wants to run away back to his own apartment, but jimin literally knows where he lives, he could come over anytime to check on him. jimin also has a key to his apartment for emergencies and jimin would consider this sort of thing an emergency.

" you're thinking really hard , hyung , "  jimin says, voice light as he sets down two bowls of kimchi stew.  " are you okay ? "

yoongi chews on his thumbnail before jimin removes his hand, threading their fingers together. yoongi's heart squeezes.  " maybe this was a bad idea … how do i act now ? "  yoongi blurts out, bottom lip quivering as more words come out before he can stop them,  " you called me baby , and treated me so good … how am i gonna go back to just being your best friend after all of this ? "

he expects to see jimin frowning, ready to correct yoongi or scold him for being like this, but all he sees is that sweet, understanding smile.

" hyungie , "  he whispers, inching closer, sliding his arms around yoongi. he pulls him into his lap.  " baby , we don't have to go back to being just best friends … " he pauses before mumbling, almost to himself,  " i guess you couldn't remember after being so far into your headspace , hm ? "  he brushes through yoongi's hair.

" remember what ? "

" yoongi baby , you told me you love me . "  yoongi's heart drops low, so low it might as well be boiling in hell.

" oh god , did i?  i-i'm so sorry , jimin , i didn't , i— "

" did you mean it ? "  jimin asks, suddenly serious. the smile is still present, but it looks tight, like jimin is ready to deny ever hearing anything to save this conversation.

yoongi scrambles.  " i did … i really did . "

there's been many smiles aimed at him, but none as pure and loving as jimin's is right then.  " good , because i meant it when i said it back . "

" you … you feel the same ?  you said it back and i don't remember it ? "  yoongi frowns, heart seizing, chest warm with something unpleasant.

" i love you , baby , "  jimin says in his next breath, leaning in to press a kiss to yoongi's lips.

there's no sparks, no fireworks or something like colors flooding around the room in some pseudo-disco. there's comfort, and safety, and warmth. it's all yoongi could ever want, all he knows he'll get from jimin from here on. he smiles and kisses a little harder, which causes their kiss to become a mash of their teeth more than lips as they chuckle.

" c'mon , we'll eat and then sleep some , and we'll talk more seriously tomorrow okay ? "  jimin offers to yoongi,  " and by serious , it involves the place you work for . "

yoongi's not even thinking about  tiger's joy  right now. he's too concerned with being fed by jimin, who dotes on him with little coos and never once makes yoongi feel strange for enjoying this type of attention.

~ & ~

later in the night, after trading some conversation, but mostly kisses and soft touches, jimin frowns in thought.

" why's your safeword marzipan of all things ? "

yoongi smirks.  " namjoon bought me marzipan for a gift one time .  i'm allergic to almonds and didn't know what marzipan was so i ate it all and had to go to the hospital . "

the tone yoongi tells his story in gives jimin the opportunity to get a good laugh out of it. yoongi's over the situation now, and he wasn't ever really mad at namjoon before. it's just a nice little inside joke for him.

now it's one of jimin's too.

End .