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If he asks nicely, he'll get what he wants.

If he says 'please,' bats his eyelashes, pouts his lips and pours his innocence out before Yoongi, he'll get what he wants.

But this time? This time, Yoongi's adamant, downright refusing to give Jeongguk what he wants.

He seems mad, like Jeongguk's asking him to commit one of the seven deadly sins (although, he's already committed at least five), and Jeongguk just doesn't get it.

"Why not?" Jeongguk whines, following Yoongi around their bedroom like a child throwing a tantrum, "It will be fine, hyung," he insists, and Yoongi tries his best to ignore his dramatic display of agitation. It's not like Jeongguk dropped it like a bomb, like his proposition came out of nowhere, he'd left hints, here and there over the last few months.

Yoongi turns on Jeongguk, "You want me to choke you. How is that fine?"

Jeongguk frowns, watches Yoongi throw his eyes towards the heavens, and he steps closer to Yoongi, reaches out a comforting hand, "You won't hurt me, if that's what you're afraid of."

He watches Yoongi's Adam's apple bob, his expression softening into one of irresolution.

It'd been just under a year since their whirlwind romance began, since Yoongi showed up on Jeongguk's doorstep resembling a drowned rat, since Jeongguk had pulled Yoongi inside and wrapped him up in not one, not two, but three fuzzy blankets. It'd been just under a year since Yoongi had spilled his feelings before Jeongguk, like tea gushing over the rim of a mug.

They'd made love that night, on Jeongguk's freshly washed sheets, with the lights dimmed low and the roar of rain knocking against the window.

There was no awkwardness that comes with first times, no shy fumbling or stretching silences; there was need, and there was relief, after they'd both finally bitten the bullet.

Yoongi smelled like rain, tasted like rain, his hair frizzy and curly beneath Jeongguk's fingertips as he travelled down Jeongguk's torso, leaving kisses in his wake.

And as time progressed, Jeongguk grew bold, became daring.

It was typically him who went further, who tested the waters, and one night, when he'd scratched Yoongi's back raw with his fingernails, begging him for more, despite the fact that Yoongi had nothing left to give him, was giving Jeongguk his everything, Jeongguk had dug his nails into Yoongi's flesh, had cried his name, and the morning after, had kissed across the stark red lines littered across Yoongi's pale, honey-golden skin.

Yoongi bore those scars for weeks after.

Another hint was when Jeongguk had taken things up a notch when they both were tipsy and giggly on wine.

Jeongguk was clingier than usual, and he'd tested Yoongi by nipping him harder, by scraping his teeth roughly against Yoongi's skin, leaving stark red marks unlike the ones left by his fingernails. Yoongi had gasped, a sharp, harsh noise breaking through the air as Jeongguk bit into the skin just above his clavicle, so hard that he'd drawn blood. "Guk," Yoongi panted, his hands resting on Jeongguk's hips pushing him away gently, his eyes searching Jeongguk's blown-wide stare, "You okay?" He was smiling lightly at Jeongguk, love dancing in his eyes as he'd tucked a stray tendril of hair back behind Jeongguk's ear.

Jeongguk's heart was thumping, his skin felt as if it were crawling. He swallowed, nodded, "Can we try something?"

He settled back on his hunkers, watched Yoongi drew his bottom lip between his teeth as he tried desperately to read Jeongguk, to understand what was going through his arousal-filled mind, "It depends on what that 'something,' is."

Romance was nice. It was new to Jeongguk, what with Yoongi being his first love, his first boyfriend, but there was something about 'romance,' that Jeongguk wasn't overly fond of. He couldn't pinpoint what it was, all he knew was that he was tired of gentle caresses and soft kisses, he was bored.

With Yoongi being inherently gentle in his handling of him, often treating Jeongguk like he's breakable, Jeongguk quickly concluded that he was not comparable to glass.

He was comparable to something tougher, stronger, perhaps even something indestructible.

He knows Yoongi has it in him, to be rougher, cruder in his approaches, he can see it in the hunger that rises in Yoongi sometimes, like when Jeongguk's being particularly suggestive, teasing when he shouldn't, in public spaces with eyes all around them, resting a daring hand on Yoongi's upper thigh beneath the dinner table, travelling further up his thigh as the night unfolds.

He's seen it, so he knows Yoongi can pull it out of himself, this hunger, but pulling it out of Yoongi has been trifling, to say the least.

Under the guise of alcohol, Jeongguk had grabbed his chance, and had hooked his fingers into the belt loops of Yoongi's trousers as he'd said, quietly, "I want you to treat me like I've been bad, hyung."

Yoongi stared, and he stared some more before he'd picked his jaw up off of the floor.

His mouth opened and closed as his brain struggled to form syllables, "You want me to..." he stopped himself, slammed his mouth shut as he'd watched Jeongguk's eyes scan across his chest, his hands coming up to stroke along where his eyes had mapped across his breast, "What exactly does that entail?"

Jeongguk sighed, sank forward until his forehead was pressed in the divot between Yoongi's clavicles.

There was no easy way to broach the topic, not when Yoongi touches him so tenderly, kisses him so sweetly, wishes nothing but happiness for Jeongguk; but sometimes, and lately, a lot of the time, Jeongguk doesn't want tenderness or sweetness. He wants Yoongi to berate him, to frown at him, to snarl at him and threaten punishments for his wrongdoings.

He wants to feel bad.

The discussion that night ended with Jeongguk on all fours in the centre of the living room, with his back arched and Yoongi's name slipping repeatedly from his lips. Yoongi hadn't told him he was bad, he hadn't fucked him hard enough for it to hurt, but what he had done, and what had made the scalding fire licking at the base of Jeongguk's spine feel hotter than it's ever felt before, was growl hoarsely between Jeongguk's shoulder-blades, "Y-you're such a fucking brat."

Jeongguk didn't last long after that.

Yoongi begins warming to the idea, largely because of the fact that Jeongguk starts providing him with enough reasons as to why he's 'bad.'

He ignores Yoongi's texts when he's out during the day, he conveniently forgets to hang the washing out, despite Yoongi asking him to do it what feels like twenty times, but the final straw, the thing that makes Yoongi snap is when Jeongguk arrives home one night.

He watches Yoongi bathe himself in cologne, and then as he buttons up his shirt.

As Jeongguk leans against their bedroom's doorframe, he sighs, pulls a face, "Hyung, I..." he starts, and Yoongi turns on him instantly, already disliking his tone.

"Hurry up and get ready, we're going to miss our reservation," he turns his back on Jeongguk, giving him no time to continue, but of course, Jeongguk makes no move to dig his best clothes out of their closet, no, instead, he folds his arms, stands firmly in the doorway and pushes his chest out.

"I made plans."

Yoongi pauses on his approach, his steps faltering when Jeongguk levels his stare boldly.

Something akin to hurt passes across Yoongi's features, and it makes Jeongguk's pounding heart skip a beat, makes his insides swoop sickeningly.

"What do you mean you made 'plans'? We've had this planned for weeks, Guk."

Yoongi finishes buttoning up the rest of his shirt, and Jeongguk watches Yoongi's nimble fingers work, staring at their slenderness, avoiding Yoongi's offended glare. Jeongguk gulps, fists bunching up by his sides, his palms becoming clammier as each moment passes, "Tae and I haven't been spending a lot of time together recently, so I thought you wouldn't mind if I skipped out on tonight."

Yoongi's eyebrows quirk, and he emits a derisive laugh that borders on a scoff, "You thought I 'wouldn't mind,'" he shakes his head disapprovingly, like the words pouring out of Jeongguk's mouth are the most ridiculous words he's ever heard in his whole entire life.

Jeongguk's heartrate has picked up significantly, his lower lip is facing unprecedented destruction by the gnawing of his teeth, his previously strong, confident posture has sunk, his shoulders having risen towards his neck, because that glint is in Yoongi's eye, the one that Jeongguk's been trying to drag out of Yoongi all this time.

"We can reschedule," Jeongguk suggests timidly, and watches Yoongi's tongue dig into his cheek as he frowns down at the floor, hands on his hips as frustration radiates off of him.

"You were there when we booked the table. You know that reservations are hard to come by in that place," Yoongi says, sounding forcibly calm, and Jeongguk loves it, loves the way his skin crawls when Yoongi's register drops low, when his words come out gravelly and tight.

"We can go somewhere else," Jeongguk shrugs, and his collar feels tight, suffocatingly tight when Yoongi shakes his head, hands digging into his pockets as he cocks his head to the side and studies Jeongguk with his narrowed eyes, his stare that makes Jeongguk feel like he's being torn asunder.

Silence stretches between the two, threatens to swallow Jeongguk whole, and he's just about to surrender, to stumble over his apology when Yoongi walks towards him, his stare lifting from the floor, raking up along Jeongguk's body before reaching his dark eyes. "I know what you're trying to do," Yoongi drawls, and Jeongguk swallows, Adam's apple bobbing when Yoongi's hand raises to stroke lightly across the blade of his jaw, "And it's cute," he smirks, and Jeongguk deflates, mouth dropping open in disbelief, because it's not working, Yoongi's slipping back into his gentle self, he's watching Jeongguk with that soft gaze that's reserved only for Jeongguk.

"Hyung," Jeongguk whines, jerking his head away from Yoongi's touch, and pouting when Yoongi laughs at his outburst, "Come on."

Yoongi braces his hands on his knees, eyes crinkling as laughter wracks his body, and all Jeongguk can do is stand with his arms crossed and wait for his boyfriend's laughter tears to dry. "I'm sorry," Yoongi wheezes, and Jeongguk gently slaps away Yoongi's hand sneaking around his waist, bumping his hips against Yoongi's to push him away, "Don't be like that," Yoongi continues as Jeongguk's pout remains plastered on his face.

"Tae's not going to be happy," Jeongguk grumps, and Yoongi smiles fondly up at his stroppy, indignant boyfriend.

"Did you actually make plans with him or was that just a poorly executed lie?" Yoongi asks, and this time, Jeongguk allows Yoongi's arms to encircle his waist.

He sighs when Yoongi begins mouthing along the column of his neck, eyes fluttering closed when the hotness of Yoongi's breath makes his insides flutter. "The plans weren't confirmed but I did mention them to him briefly," Jeongguk mumbles sullenly, and Yoongi smiles against his skin, "So technically I wasn't completely lying."

"You're unbelievable, do you know that?" Yoongi pokes his side, causing Jeongguk's stoic facade to crumble as he curves his body away from Yoongi's tickling fingers, dissolving into giggles.

He leaves Jeongguk after telling him to hurry up and get ready, and Jeongguk throws on some slacks and a white dress shirt as Yoongi fetches the car keys.

After dousing himself in some cologne that he knows is Yoongi's favourite, Jeongguk bounds down the stairs, and Yoongi watches him from the bottom, tapping his watch impatiently.

Yoongi's hand rests on the small of Jeongguk's back as they walk towards their car, and as Yoongi reaches forward to open the passenger's side for Jeongguk, Jeongguk's brain comes close to short-circuiting when Yoongi lowly croons, "I'll see what I can do for you and your little kink when we get home."

His plan during dinner was to push Yoongi's buttons, to try and get a rise out of him, to see that side of him that's invaded Jeongguk's dreams ever since he first got a snippet of Yoongi's bad side. And it's perfect, where they're situated in the restaurant, tucked away in a dimly lit corner that isn't entirely hidden from view, but which allows for a bit more privacy than other booths in the restaurant.

But as the unfolds, Jeongguk quickly realises that it's him who's getting his buttons pushed.

Yoongi orders a bottle of La Prohibición, and when their two glasses are poured, Jeongguk meets Yoongi's stare. His lips curl upwards in a slanted smile, and Jeongguk bites down lightly on his bottom lip when Yoongi winks, clinks his glass against Jeongguk's. "Cheers," he smiles.

It's hell for Jeongguk, having Yoongi's hand resting on his thigh, rubbing mindless circles, skimming upwards when he leans close to talk quietly to Jeongguk, his voice sounding gravelly when he teases Jeongguk with his words. All it takes is one glass of wine for Yoongi's true potty mouth to come alive.

"So, what is it, exactly, that you want me to do to you?" Yoongi asks as Jeongguk neatly sips his drink, trying desperately to wet the dryness of his mouth.

After trying for months to goad Yoongi on, to warm him to the idea of trying something new, something different, now that Jeongguk's here, now that he has Yoongi pliable and verging on acquiescence with his fantasies, Jeongguk doesn't really know what to say, or more specifically, how to say it. "I like when you're..." he pauses, and shuts his eyes for a moment when Yoongi's fingers rub along his inner thigh. He continues on shakily, "I'd like for you to be rougher, and more verbal."

Yoongi nods, the smallest of furrows forming between his brows as he considers Jeongguk's words, "Okay. So..." It didn't seem possible for Yoongi to move closer, but somehow, he does, and Jeongguk's tongue feels as if it's lodged in his throat when Yoongi's voice slides over the skin just below his ear, "When we get home, what do you want me to do? I'll do anything for you, baby."

He kisses Jeongguk's cheek, a featherlight brush of lips across his skin, and even that is enough to send Jeongguk into a blissful state of mind.

A million things at once surge to the forefront of Jeongguk's mind, and he tries to pick some from the bundle, some that aren't too egregious, that they should save for a later date when they're both more accustomed to wilder forms of foreplay.

There's one that sticks out, one that he's always envisioned when Yoongi's been away at work, when he'd been in solitude and had slid his hands across his lap and over his clothed cock, hissing as the heat boiling in the pit of his stomach intensified upon him imagining Yoongi fucking him nice and hard.

Jeongguk drops his voice, and hides his face in the crook of Yoongi's shoulder, because he doesn't want Yoongi to see the shy blush pervading his cheeks, and he doesn't want any restaurant-goers to hear his lewd words. "Yoongi, I," he stops, bites down hard on the inside of his cheek when he feels Yoongi's fingers rest high up on his inner thigh, so close to where Jeongguk's growing half-hard.

"Will you spank me?" He breathes his request, and he can't look at Yoongi when he asks, but continues, "Use your voice, fuck, just tell me that I've been bad."

From Yoongi's low, satisfied hum, Jeongguk garners the impression that he definitely likes what he's hearing.

"Of course I will," he pats Jeongguk's thigh assuringly, and Jeongguk wants to leave, he wants to leave their expensive wine and food that is still being cooked in the kitchen. He wants to drag Yoongi home and have him fuck him like he's never been fucked before. But Yoongi, whose stamina is stronger than Jeongguk's and who revels in watching Jeongguk squirm, insists that Jeongguk can wait.

The tightness of Jeongguk's restrictive slacks says otherwise.

Time drags, going painfully slowly, and at one point, Jeongguk's convinced that the clock on the far end of the restaurant has literally stopped ticking. But after asking Yoongi for the time, he realises that his problem lies not with the slowly ticking clock, but with his patience.

When Jeongguk's mind is clouded by lust and wine, Yoongi finally decides it's time for them to leave as he chucks a tip into the centre of the table before telling Jeongguk to go and wait for him in the car whilst he pays. The cold air that hits Jeongguk helps to ground him, to bring him back down to earth, though part of him still stays floating up above the clouds.

Yet again, time proves to be the bane of Jeongguk's existence as he sits in the passenger's seat, drumming his fingers nervously on the tops of his thighs as he tries so very desperately to not envision just what Yoongi has in store for him when they're in the safe confines of their home.

Yoongi's quiet for the ride, except for when Jeongguk reaches a tentative hand out to splay across his thigh, towards which Yoongi respositions himself in his seat. "Not whilst I'm driving," Yoongi scolds, and Jeongguk smiles smugly to himself when he detects what he believes is painful restraint in Yoongi's voice.

The moment the door closes behind them, the second Yoongi has Jeongguk alone and to himself, all to himself, the weight that Jeongguk carried in his shoulders all throughout the day lifts. Yoongi backs him up against the door the minute it shuts, pushing his thigh between Jeongguk's leg and capturing Jeongguk's lips in his.

A soft, relieved sigh slips from Jeongguk's mouth and into Yoongi's, and in return, Yoongi groans appreciatively.

Jeongguk seeks that roughness that Yoongi had promised in the form of tugging Yoongi's bottom lip between his teeth, towards which Yoongi responds by pressing his hips roughly up against Jeongguk.

Yoongi's taste is of wine, it's of intoxication and desire, and it's a taste that Jeongguk chases after, seeking access past Yoongi's lips with the point of his tongue.

He's got height over Yoongi, which he uses to his advantage by switching their positions, by crowding Yoongi up against their front door, gripping his wrists from where his hands rest on Jeongguk's hips, lifting them to pin them above his head. His face hovers in front of Yoongi's, and they stand panting, chests heaving as the thrill of arousal courses through their veins.

A wry grin tugs on the corners of Yoongi's lips as he wheezes a laugh, "Why am I the one with my arms pinned?"

Jeongguk pushes down the laughter that threatens to spill forth, because though he does typically enjoy some light comedy during heated moments, right now, what he wants is something more serious, more feral, more hungry in nature. "You've got to fight me, hyung," he contests as disbelief passes across Yoongi's features, "Take control," Jeongguk continues, voice low and challenging.

And fight him Yoongi does, by jostling out of Jeongguk's grip and using the vice grip of his fingers on Jeongguk's waist as a means to walk him in the direction of their bedroom.

They're a tangled mess of stumbling limbs, knocking off of walls, pausing for breath against one wall, where Yoongi presses his forehead against Jeongguk's chest for a moment to collect himself, to try to control the fire burning within him. "This is exhausting," he pants against the sliver of skin peeking out from Jeongguk's opened shirt that managed to come undone during earlier's clash of teeth, "You're exhausting."

Jeongguk tips his head back, forcing air into his lungs as his hands roam across Yoongi's back.

When Yoongi lifts his head after regaining himself, after obtaining some small amount of composure, Jeongguk stares at him, with his dark, blown-wide eyes. "Sorry," he offers meekly, and then he's grasping Yoongi's clammy hand and guiding him calmly down to their room, where he shuts the door quietly, and leans against it momentarily. He watches as Yoongi slowly undoes his shirt, his gaze piercing, pinning Jeongguk in place, and just as the shirt falls from Yoongi's shoulders and onto the ground, Jeongguk rasps, "You can sleep after you fuck me and call me your bad boy."

The reaction his words draw from Yoong isn't one he expected. At all.

Yoongi wastes no time in closing the distance between them, in pushing Jeongguk so hard up against the door that a loud thud! echoes around them, and it's brutal, really, how forcefully he slots their lips together, how eagerly he licks into Jeongguk's mouth, growling in response to Jeongguk's soft, satisfied mewls.

It's a pain that Jeongguk wouldn't necessarily describe as 'painful,' per se, but it's one that he can feel, that feels sharp and scalding, one that's intense enough to remain etched in his memory forever. "Fuck," he hisses against Yoongi's cheek when they break for air, his arms falling limp by his sides as Yoongi makes deft work of his belt, tugging it out from his belt loops roughly.

"This is what you've wanted," Yoongi bites, literally, bites a spot just below Jeongguk's clavicle, and in doing so, sends a shot of electric pleasure shooting up Jeongguk's entire body, "To be knocked around a bit, is it, Kookie?"

The derisive, scolding tone, the way Yoongi's smirking at him as he palms Jeongguk's hardness through his trousers, it's unlike any scenario he's envisioned, better than any fabricated thoughts he'd stroked himself off to in the loneliness of their bed on mornings when Yoongi kissed him goodbye in the dim light of dawn.

It's invigorating, it's maddening, it's fucking amazing, to have Yoongi comply with his little, albeit slightly twisted fantasies.

A non-committal hum bubbles from Jeongguk's throat, and Yoongi pouts at him, digs his fingers into the elastic of Jeongguk's waistband, using that to tug Jeongguk over in the direction of their unmade bed. "I'm going to sit right here," Yoongi talks, like a teacher outlining his students' next exercise, "And you, you're going to stand there and undress for me."

Jeongguk's trembling fingers undo the remainder of his shirt's buttons, and with his zipper already open and his button popped on his trousers, thanks to Yoongi giving him a head-start, Jeongguk steps out of his trousers, shrugs out of his shirt, and stands before Yoongi with every inch of his golden-toned skin on show for Yoongi's eyes to rake across, which they do, slowly.

There's something about being bare before Yoongi that makes Jeongguk feel vulnerable, like he could shrink into himself, and it's not a feeling he dislikes, in fact, it's one that Yoongi fixes when time passes, by kissing across the skin his eyes had traced paths across, by worshipping every inch of Jeongguk's beautiful physique.

Jeongguk's hard, achingly so, but Yoongi's making no move to relieve him, not with his hands nor with his mouth.

"What do you want, Jeongguk?" At this stage, Yoongi's gravelly, commanding voice is enough to make Jeongguk quiver.

Jeongguk swallows, "You."

Yoongi smiles; a soft, sexy one, all tight-lipped and gracious, flattered, even, "Be a bit more specific, love."

He beckons Jeongguk forward with a hand gesture, and Jeongguk stops when his shins hit against Yoongi's.

Yoongi's cold fingers rest lightly on Jeongguk's hips as he peppers small kisses across Jeongguk's taut stomach, and in response, Jeongguk sighs.

"Fuck me," Jeongguk pleads, uncaring as to the neediness in his tone, the whines that cling to his words.

Yoongi pauses on his explorations, lips smacking as they disconnect from the skin on Jeongguk's lower abdomen. He gazes up at Jeongguk through his mop of hair and lashes, "A 'please' would be nice," Yoongi grins, and Jeongguk's overcome, with lust, desire and love all mangled together into one whirlwind of a sensation that brews deep in his gut.

Manners aren't a form of etiquette he cares about when his cock is facing unprecedented neglect, but he begs nonetheless, "Please, fuck me, Yoongi."

When Yoongi's featherlight touch wraps around his girth, Jeongguk can't help but cry out softly as he's provided with some relief that still isn't enough. Yoongi's fist moves languidly in long, fluid strokes along Jeongguk, and all the while, he holds Jeongguk's mesmerised gaze, "You wanna ride me, baby? Hm? Or do you want me to fuck you into the mattress?"

A full-body shiver strikes Jeongguk, and he mulls over the two options for a moment before blabbering, "Both, or whatever you want, whatever you want, hyung."

"Seeing as you were so rude as to try and get out of our dinner reservation, I'm wondering whether you deserve to be fucked at all..."

It's amazing, really, how easily Yoongi has slipped into his character, how easily he adapted to Jeongguk's wishes, and honestly, if Jeongguk wasn't already fucked out of his Goddamn mind, he would've told Yoongi that he deserves an Oscar for his stellar performance.

"I was just trying to get a rise out of you," Jeongguk defends himself, playing along, and loving every minute of it.

Yoongi scoots forward, dropping off of the edge of the bed to sink gently onto his knees before Jeongguk.

One pressed kiss to the head of Jeongguk's cock threatens to shroud Jeongguk's mind, to pull him under and asunder, but he forces himself to gain control of himself.

What Yoongi says next decimates Jeongguk's clarity, "You were so bad, earlier today," Yoongi pauses, and laves at a pulsating vein along the underside of Jeongguk's flushed length, "Such a bad boy, Jeongguk."

Jeongguk's stomach twists and swoops, and his knees feel suddenly weak, like they could buckle any moment now.

When his cock is engulfed in the wet, wonderful heat of Yoongi's skilled mouth, he feels as if his horizon is broadening, as if fireworks are exploding behind his eyelids when they slam shut. His fingers thread through Yoongi's hair, tugging lightly, making Yoongi's scalp throb with pain when he forces all of Jeongguk into his mouth, and really, it's a feat, to swallow his impressive length down.

With his nose pressed to the flat of Jeongguk's abdomen, Yoongi focuses hard on not suffocating, on not recoiling, because he can't possibly, not when Jeongguk's emitting those beautiful little sounds, cursing hoarsely when the flat of Yoongi's tongue licks around his girth. When he finally does recoil, he coughs, splutters, dabs neatly at the corners of his mouth as Jeongguk mewls softly down at him.

After spitting unbecomingly onto the palm of his hand, Yoongi coats Jeongguk's cock in saliva as he jerks him off slowly.

"I think it's time for you to sit yourself down on my lap, Kookie," Yoongi smiles devilishly as he rises, his hand not leaving Jeongguk's cock, and he leans in for a kiss, allows Jeongguk to taste his own salty taste. He grips Jeongguk's wrist, and guides him down with him as he sits. "I'm going to treat you bad, and then I'm going to reward you, but only if you stay quiet, okay?" Yoongi purrs as his index finger traces a line across the highpoint of Jeongguk's cheekbone.

Jeongguk makes a noise of disagreement, "You know what I'm like," he whines, and Yoongi grins, because he does, he knows how vocal Jeongguk can be, how completely rude his tongue turns when he's in the throes of passion, which is why he's using it as a test, to see if Jeongguk can restrain himself long enough before he can erupt into throaty moans once Yoongi finally, finally gives Jeongguk what he craves.

It's hard to keep his mouth shut when the first light, almost tentative slap lands on his rear, it's hard to not squirm his wrists out from where they're being held behind his back by Yoongi.

Yoongi's fingers stroke over his reddening skin, soothing the soreness, and just as he asks, "Is this okay?" Jeongguk struggles to get a word in edgeways, because this time, Yoongi lands a harder smack onto the same spot, reddening Jeongguk's skin further.

He'd almost cursed, almost jerked his head around to hiss an expletive at Yoongi, but he wants his reward, fuck, does he want to be rewarded.

Jeongguk shamelessly ruts against Yoongi's thigh as Yoongi's hand roams across his back, fingers dipping into the dimples at the base of Jeongguk's spine before they come to circle around the burning skin on Jeongguk's asscheeks. Four successive slaps renders Jeongguk dizzy, makes him try to buck out of Yoongi's grip, and his teeth dig painfully into his bottom lip from his determination to remain silent.

"Good," Yoongi coos as he bows to press a kiss between Jeongguk's shoulder blades, "You're doing well, baby."

Yoongi's grip on Jeongguk's wrists loosens, and Jeongguk doesn't intend to move, not yet, not when his limbs feel like jelly and his mind feels like it's lagging.

Yoongi encourages Jeongguk to sit, to lie back on the bed and relax for a moment whilst he fetches necessary materials.

Jeongguk unintentionally nods off for a moment, and is brought back to life by the weight of Yoongi's head resting on his chest.

He presses a multitude of kisses across Jeongguk's chest, paying special attention to the small, dark nubs that he sucks into his mouth, wrapping his teeth lightly around one nub, and relishing in the surprised noise he receives from Jeongguk.

When Yoongi averts his attention away from Jeongguk's skin for just one moment, he props his head on his palm. Jeongguk looks up at him through his haze, and sees in Yoongi's eyes nothing but pure, unadulterated love, "Having fun?" Yoongi asks softly as he rubs mindless circles into Jeongguk's skin. He bends to kiss Jeongguk gently, and it's a quick reminder of Yoongi's inherent softness, his adoration for Jeongguk that he can never dispel, not even now.

Jeongguk smiles lazily up at Yoongi, nods, "I am."

Yoongi works him open, starting first with one and then building up to three fingers, which Jeongguk takes enthusiastically, hips grinding back against Yoongi's hand.

With the cotton of Yoongi's pillow between his teeth, Jeongguk keens when Yoongi finds that spot within him that makes his cock twitch and his insides feel like they're being squeezed by an imaginary, giant-sized hand. "Fuck, ffuck," Jeongguk whines, reflexively pushing his face into the pillow in an attempt to drown out his signature moans, a habit which he obtained during his adolescence and brought with him into his adulthood.

A typical night would consist of some sensual buildup, some foreplay that lasts for what feels like hours, but tonight isn't a typical night.

Yoongi rolls the condom onto himself whilst Jeongguk lies panned out before him, arms and legs outstretched as he stares up at the ceiling and wonders if there was ever a time when he was as fucked out of his mind as he currently is (he honestly doesn't think there has been).

After slicking both himself and Jeongguk up with a generous amount of lube, Yoongi orders Jeongguk onto his stomach, and the rise in Jeongguk's adrenaline makes itself known by the thrumming of his heartbeat as he feels the bed sink between his legs, and then feels the head of Yoongi's cock prodding at his entrance.

Yoongi's cock sinks into him, and Jeongguk's eyes flutter closed as the feeling of fullness draws out of him a drawn-out moan.

His hands fist into the sheets above him, and he turns his head to the side to glance up at Yoongi's awe-filled, vacant expression. "Come on, hyung," Jeongguk encourages, voice strained as he circles his hips ever so slightly, clenching his walls around Yoongi's cock and gritting his teeth when Yoongi smacks him lightly on the ass for doing so. "Fuck your boy," Jeongguk groans, and before Jeongguk knows it, Yoongi's hand is around his throat, causing his breath to shorten, his mind to become impossibly more cloudy.

Yoongi fucks him like that, the grip of his hand around Jeongguk's throat loosening intermittently, and tightening when Jeongguk grows particularly loud.

The noises that manage to escape past his lips burn, they hurt, and at one point, when his vision threatens to turn to black, Jeongguk gently taps Yoongi's wrist twice, signalling him to release the tight hold of his hand around Jeongguk's neck.

It's obscene, the noises that fill the otherwise quiet corners of their room; sweat-slicked skin slapping against sweat-slicked skin, the squeak of the bedsprings beneath their combined weight, the rhythmic, loud knock of the headboard against the wall. But truthfully, it's all music to both of their ears.

When he comes, Jeongguk reaches behind himself to dig his fingernails mercilessly into the skin on Yoongi's thighs, and he cries out to the high heavens as a wave of euphoric pleasure hits him. Distantly, he's aware of Yoongi's voice, of his soft words of awe, "Beautiful, baby, beautiful," and just as Jeongguk begins to weep Yoongi's name like a mantra, he gasps when Yoongi's cock drives into him forcefully, his last, deep thrust being met with a shout as he comes with Jeongguk's name on his lips.

As they both collapse, and as Yoongi tries his best to cover every inch of Jeongguk's body with his soothing kisses after cleaning Jeongguk up, Jeongguk can't help but feel thankful for someone as understanding and accommodating as Yoongi, because tonight was a far, far cry from his typical soft-spoken, love-filled approach in the bedroom.

He wraps his arms around Yoongi, and plans to not let him go for at least a couple of hours.

"Thank you," Jeongguk smirks as he kisses first Yoongi's right flushed cheek, and then his left flushed cheek, "You were amazing."

The heat travels to the tips of Yoongi's ears as he shyly glances awar from Jeongguk, shaking his head dismissively, "It was nothing."

Jeongguk frowns, grasps the tip of Yoongi's chin, and he stares down at Yoongi's pouting lips as he insists, "It wasn't nothing. You were hot, you know, acting all mean." He winks at Yoongi, and earns a well-earned flick to his forehead which Jeongguk responds to with a squeaked, "Ow!"

"Don't expect that every time," Yoongi warns before snuggling down into the crook of Jeongguk's arm, "Next time, expect an increase in exclamations of love and adoration, no 'bad,' boy this and 'bad,' boy that."

Jeongguk smiles, "That's fine, hyung."

And then Yoongi lifts his head, and stares down into Jeongguk's dark depths as he says, softly, "Because I love you, and most of the time, you're my good boy."

Jeongguk's eyebrows raise and he questions, amusedly, "'Most of the time'?"

Yoongi shakes his head fondly, "Well, you have your moments."

Jeongguk bites his lip, and watches as Yoongi's glistening eyes track the movement.

"I love you too, Yoongi," Jeongguk returns, and as he kisses the tip of Yoongi's nose, he smiles slyly, and quickly adds, "I'm still bad, though."