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It's fine, really. It's not as big of a deal, at least that's what Yoongi keeps trying to tell himself.
Their relationship has been nothing short of perfect and he's not going to ruin everything for such a stupid tiny thing.
Okay, here's the thing: Yoongi started dating Hoseok about four months ago. They've known each other for longer than that, been friends for almost three years now with Yoongi always secretly crushing on him. Although friends is probably too strong of a word, more like their friends are friends - Taehyung's best friend aka soulmate aka we-are-totally-not-dating is Jimin, and therefore it was only a matter of time until Yoongi met more of Jimin's clique after Tae had dragged him along to yet another games-and-fried-chicken night, back then when they were all still at university, something he could say no to only so many times.
That was the first evening where he spoke to Hoseok and filed him under 'way out of my league', even if that never stopped his little crush from developing. After that they'd never hung out alone, he was too shy to ask him out no matter how much he secretly wanted to, but gladly tagged along to any games evening or party from then on, as long as he knew Hoseok would be there.
It wasn't until one night of them all drinking together, and their friends leaving to get more snacks and soju, where Hoseok suddenly made a move on him.
Yoongi was not aware of the severity of the sexual tension between them until they were suddenly making out fiercely on Namjoon's couch, kissing and grinding and touching just about everywhere hands could reach, and it was absolutely heaven.
And after Yoongi's initial worry this drunken one night stand might just stay nothing more than that, some awkward mistake they'd pretend never happened, Hoseok actually asked him out for a proper date the very next day.
So ever since they are happily calling each other their boyfriends, and there's probably not a single aspect of their relationship that Yoongi would exchange for anything else in the world. They just clicked from the first moment on, like they can read each other's mind without having to say anything, despite their seemingly opposite personalities. It's perfect. Hoseok is kind, and adorable, and so considerate it's easy to feel comfortable and just lean on him, and despite Yoongi's bluntness and stubbornness they've never once had a fight, even when they'd disagreed over something.
It's perfect in Yoongi's eyes.
Well, apart from that little problem™, but as mentioned, he's not going to risk turning Hoseok away just because of it, he's simply too much in love with him to risk losing Hoseok now (yes, Yoongi is head over heels, sue him.)
The cause for his troubles probably lies in the fact that they've never sat down and properly talked about it, which in hindsight definitely was a stupid mistake and would be too awkward to request at this point, but you can't really blame Yoongi because he had no prior knowledge about bdsm practices apart from the occasional porn video he'd watched. Not that those are really a reliable source anyway.
And it's not even like their sex life is terrible, quite the opposite actually- ever since being with Hoseok he's regularly been having the most mindblowing, life-changing orgasms ever, it's just that Hoseok is very dominant in bed. Not that that's the problem™, because Yoongi just all too gladly submits to his partners. He enjoys being taken care of and manhandled, just laying back to let them do the work... he's a bit of a pillow princess indeed. They'd easily fallen into a dynamic of Hoseok taking what he pleases and fucking the living daylights out of him, gradually getting more and more dominant and experimental.
But, as it turns out, Hoseok is a hard Dom, and actually very much so, too much for what Yoongi can really handle. He's into very kinky things, likes bondage and making Yoongi flustered with how strict he is, be it with words or through actions. It started off with handcuffing and gagging Yoongi, occasionally, and progressed into the use of more toys and restraints, sometimes even using rope to practice shibari, all while he's always degrading and humiliating him ruthlessly.
And that's where the problem comes in, because Yoongi is a very gentle soul, he likes being taken care of, and even if he doesn't mind harder, kinky sex every once in a while, he's really really craving something more soft and gentle. Sometimes it's making him doubt if Hoseok loves him during their scenes, but he tries his best to remind himself that his anxiety is irrational and baseless, his boyfriend is always so sweet and wonderful to him. Never even lacks in the aftercare.
That's why no matter how shitty Yoongi might be feeling in such a moment, it seems almost silly to him afterwards when he's out of the headspace and cuddling up to his boyfriend.
He doesn't blame Hoseok, the poor guy probably has no idea and thinks everything is going fantastic since Yoongi never mustered the courage to stop anything. To his shame he has to admit he even tells Hoseok he's fine whenever he gets asked during a scene. Okay to be fair, it's never actually been so bad Yoongi wanted to safeword, not even close, otherwise he definitely would. He knows his limits and only got pushed out of his comfort zone a few times, that's really all. Really.
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The looming deadlines of the songs Yoongi needs to hand in make him anxious as fuck while simultaneously sucking every last bit of creativity out of him, which only pisses him off further because that used to come to him so naturally, there were times where he'd write a song almost each day. But now it's just frustrating and making him feel useless, like he's not good enough, and no matter what he adjusts it only seems to make it even worse. After an annoyed sigh he rolls back with his chair and spins slightly, taking one glance to the digital clock on the shelf that tells him he's been working overtime for the third day in a row now, before he stretches his legs until he hears his knees pop and tries to do the same with his neck, only that this one doesn't grant him any relief. It's still stiff and hurts at a certain angle, which doesn't help his headache at all. Not even the painkiller he took a few hours ago seems to help, so with one last sigh Yoongi gets up and collects his stuff as the computer shuts down, deciding he's been miserable enough for today. Hoseok's probably already waiting for him and Yoongi hates making him worry.
Halfway to the bus stop he realises he forgot his airpods in the studio and curses himself for the umpteenth time that day but ultimately decides against going back to grab them, he just wants to get home now, get a warm shower and cuddle with his boyfriend all night. It's not that hard to get lost in his thoughts while he's staring out of the window, watching the busy streets they're driving through, until one guy takes the seat next to him and gets all up in Yoongi's personal space, manspreads so wide that their legs bump - and Yoongi hates being touched by others. He's clutching his backpack tighter as he makes himself even smaller, squished against the side now thanks to that asshole, and thinks that surely this day really can't get any worse than this.
"Hey! Long day again?" Hoseok greets him with a quick peck, only receiving a vague grumble in return that makes him giggle sweetly.
"Go wash up, I'll reheat you dinner," he tells Yoongi, like the absolute angel that he is, before sending him off with a slap to his butt.
Standing in front of the mirror in fresh boxers and shirt after his shower, he feels drained, but at least he's home now, safe with Hoseok, doesn't need to think and worry about any of his responsibilities for the rest of the evening. With a sigh he continues rubbing his hair dry, though it's pretty much only slightly damp anymore by now, until he door creaks open and Hoseok's face peaks inside, "Dinner's ready for you, hyung."
It must be the obvious look on Yoongi's face, or maybe they really got some freaky soulmate telepathy shit going on, because wordlessly Hoseok comes inside to hug Yoongi from behind, warm and comforting and soothing, and presses a kiss to his right cheek.
"Hey babydoll... '' Hoseok murmurs before his mouth travels further down and starts pressing faint little kisses to Yoongi's neck, as his hand creeps underneath the oversized shirt and rubs circles over his stomach as well, a notion that's so comforting to Yoongi he lets out a little sigh. The pet name always gets to him, makes him feel a little bit fuzzy and mushy inside, making him think 'I'm his baby' and 'he thinks I'm pretty'. It makes him want to be good for Hoseok, to drop to his knees and do anything to please him, to feel loved and cherished and praised. A slight shiver runs through his body before Yoongi lifts an arm to Hoseok's face, his fingers gently tangling in the other's raven hair, and he turns his head to properly face him, a silent request for a kiss that Hoseok all too gladly agrees to.
They stand there softly making out for god knows how long, until Yoongi has turned around in Hoseok's hold and their chests are pressed together, until his knees are wobbly with how breathless and needy he feels. His arms are thrown around Hoseok's neck, and he's standing ever so slightly on his tiptoes to make up for the height difference between them, as hands roaming his body draw the sweetest noises out of him. Hoseok still tastes like the peppermint tea he had earlier, sweet and fresh, almost addictive.
The slight bulge in his boyfriend's sweats currently pressed against his right thigh are proof that not only Yoongi is getting affected this much by it, so it's only natural they take it to the bedroom instead, dinner long forgotten about.
Hoseok orders him to strip naked and then kneel on the bed, where he shyly waits for Hoseok to pull his sweatpants and underwear down enough to free his aching erection, standing proud already. He's not hard all the way yet and Yoongi's mouth waters but he waits patiently until he's given permission to touch, eager to please. He happily litters kisses and kitten licks all over the length while paying special attention to the tip to get him to full hardness, before finally fully closing his lips around him and slowly sinking down. It draws a proper moan out of Hoseok that excites him to continue just to hear more of them, and fingers thread into his hair as Yoongi takes him up to the base, until his nose bumps against Hoseok's pelvis. When he relaxes like this he has almost no gag reflex, always proud to show it off, to make Hoseok feel good when he fucks his throat, mouth stretched and stuffed with cock.
Yoongi comes up to take a quick breath but goes right back to sucking around Hoseok, cheeks hollowed out, while the other starts moving his hips forward. It's fine at first but soon a second hand joins to hold his head still as his throat gets used, the thrusts getting deeper without giving him a chance to take a breath. Yoongi looks up through his lashes and sees Hoseok moan with a smirk, before another thrust causes him to gag, and he sputters and retches as his throat contracts painfully. But he's held firmly in place, so he just squeezes his eyes shut and chokes until he's let off to gasp in some air again, a few tears involuntarily rolling down his cheeks.
"Such a fucking cockslut. Good for nothing but choking on my dick, hm?" Hoseok chuckles in a mean way, and when Yoongi doesn't meet his gaze he grabs his chin and forces him to look up. "I asked you a question, dumb slut."
Being degraded like that always causes this tiny sting in his chest, but Hoseok forcing him to agree or repeat it again hurts way more, and yet Yoongi ignores that unsettling feeling to just get it over with quicker. "Yes," he pants in reply, still too out of breath to be anything above a whisper, though Hoseok doesn't seem satisfied.
"Louder."
"Yes!" Yoongi snaps as his insides wrench in an ache, and when Hoseok rewards him with a sweet little kiss that's way too gentle for this situation - everything inside him dissipates and he's filled with warmth instead, chasing after Hoseok's lips when the other pulls away. A hope blooms in Yoongi's heart, a hope he's been good and done well enough since he got this treat now, so much that he almost craves to inquire; but he hasn't been given permission to speak and Yoongi doesn't want to break that rule, just smiles a little dumbly and almost purrs when Hoseok's hand combs through his hair.
He's coaxed into a different position then, still on his knees but with his butt high up in the air as his head gets pushed into the mattress and his legs further apart, like he's nothing more than a doll for Hoseok to arrange however he pleases. Heat coils deep in Yoongi's stomach at that thought, and he can't help but whine when firm hands caress his buttcheeks for a moment, before they grab him a bit rougher.
The first slap takes him by surprise so much that he lets out a little yelp, muffled by his arm, the stinging flesh getting rubbed in soothing motions right afterwards, even if it'll probably turn a shade pinker from the impact nevertheless. A finger starts playing with Yoongi's exposed hole afterwards, only teasingly, not yet breaching him, but at this point he's so riled up his cock is hard and leaking, hanging uselessly between his spread legs, that Hoseok can't help tease him for it. "Already this eager.. What do I do with you?" He wraps a hand around him and gives a few lazy jerks, a bit too uncomfortably dry without any lube, so Yoongi whines again, trying not to move his hips away.
"Useless cock, won't be needing it, you're just my hole to fuck, my little cocksleeve, babydoll."
There's the sting in Yoongi's chest again. It makes it feel ever so slightly harder to breathe. He ignores it once more and takes in a shaky breath as he turns his head to face Hoseok as much as he can, whimpering a little "Please.."
"Please what?"
When Yoongi doesn't answer in time, another slap lands down on his ass, this time harder than before, and Hoseok's undertone is almost threatening when he drawls, "Are you deaf or too stupid to speak? I said, please what."
Yoongi quickly shakes his head no to give him some- any reply, but it seems to be the wrong decision as one of Hoseok's hands suddenly is in his hair and yanks his head up, leaning in, threatening "Don't make me repeat myself one more time.."
Slightly panicking, he cries out a "Please more, sunbaenim," until unceremoniously shoved back down, the words feeling like poison on his tongue now when he can feel the hands leaving his body, and hears a bottle getting uncapped just before the cold lube being poured over his hole makes him flinch. Yoongi doesn't get to take in a deep breath he needs for the shuddering gasp as two fingers suddenly probe at his rim and then push in, the abrupt stretch burning so badly, and he reminds himself relax relax relax relax, this is okay, this is fine, to let his body accept them. They push in until the first knuckle and then come out to collect more lube, smearing it all over him, with the other hand wrapping around his cock again, the glide wetter this time.
"Look at this drooling little thing.."
He knows there must be some precum dripping from the tip by now, which Hoseok rubs around with a thumb, making him both sensitive and embarrassed.
The continuous stimulation to his dick makes it easier for his body to accept those two fingers again, now scissoring him with purpose, hard and unforgiving, driving sweet moans out of him. It doesn't take long until a finger brushes Yoongi's prostate and liquid pleasure shoots like lightning through his entire body. With a wail, his toes curl and his legs quiver, almost giving out on him, but then a third finger squeezes in with the others and the next few jabs are angled dead-on to this spot.
Yoongi's body feels on fire, too much stimulation at once - his cock being rubbed at the sensitive tip and jerked with faster strokes now, his rim still struggling to adjust to the additional finger, and his nerves now on overdrive with pleasure. He can't help his body shaking and squirming violently, trying to get away from those ruthless hands, overwhelmed, his mind blank. Hoseok holds him still as best as he can, though he can only do so much when Yoongi's knees buckle and his body jerks forward, collapsing onto his stomach, still twitching every other second while he's panting heavily.
"Too much," he mewls, unable to do anything else, to move or say any more words than that. If only he could've relaxed enough to let himself enjoy it.
"But didn't you ask for more just a few minutes ago? Baby already can't handle it anymore? What do I do with you.... didn't even give you my cock yet.."
When he just turns Yoongi over onto his back his limbs are like pudding, barely giving any resistance, just letting himself be rolled over and rearranged like a puppet, even if the touches still make him tremble. He looks so adorable like this, so Hoseok tells him as much before he parts his legs and climbs between them to continue fingering him. Immediately a hand shoots down to weakly pull at Hoseok's wrist, accompanied by more whines, but he doesn't let that stop him. He grabs Yoongi's hand and pins it to the side instead, not letting off while he searches for that perfect angle again. But then Yoongi's other hand comes up to push at his chest, and that's where Hoseok actually gets annoyed.
"Will you stop being so fucking difficult today-" he hisses and pins that wrist down as well, leaning over Yoongi with his whole body, who looks up at him with big eyes, clearly startled. "First behaving like a whore, now getting all bratty on me? Hm?"
The headshake he receives as the only reply just serves to agitate him more, and he delivers a light slap across Yoongi's cheek before he grabs his chin again to make him hold eye contact.
"Have you lost your words now too? Can't use that pretty little head to think anymore? Pathetic," Hoseok snarls.
Pathetic. He's useless. A disappointment even to Hoseok. Bad.
He feels the tears well up in the corner of his eyes that cloud his vision a moment later, and for a brief second Yoongi thinks he can still contain himself before something inside him just breaks and his lips start to wobble, instinctively whimpering a very shaky "Red!"
Hoseok halts immediately. He looks confused just for the briefest second before he seems to realise what's going on and then his face turns into a worried expression, something that makes Yoongi just feel more guilty. He's disappointed him, he ruined everything, he even made him worry and now he's fussing all over him and asking questions that Yoongi doesn't have the strength to listen to right now as the first sob forces its way out of his chest.
He squeezes his eyes together as he lets Hoseok cradle him, feeling so useless and burdensome and cold; everything is too much and he can't seem to get his thoughts to stop racing and spiralling deeper. There's chaos inside his head, so nothing that Hoseok is saying to him properly registers in there, even if his embrace is somewhat comforting and Yoongi hates how much he leans himself into it, just craving to be reassured.
It takes a whole while before he can even calm down enough to breathe properly, and then some more before the crying subdues slowly into little hiccups.
Hoseok's still stroking Yoongi's hair when he asks, barely above a whisper, "Are you okay, babydoll?"
Yoongi shrugs, not having any energy to explain himself right now. He thinks if he opens his mouth now he'll only end up crying again.
"Are you hurt somewhere?"
He shakes his head without hesitation.
"Was it too much for you?"
A nod.
"Do you want to talk about it?"
They definitely should talk about it, this would be terrible to just be ignored, but not tonight - Yoongi is way too drained and vulnerable to bring up this conversation right now, the looming fear of Hoseok dumping him after he finds out Yoongi can't handle him is just too much to deal with as well. Not today. He shakes his head again, and Hoseok hums in understanding.
Neither of them say anything for a while, there's just the sound of their soft breathing in the quiet of the night, but Yoongi clings even closer, as if his life depends on Hoseok.
"Let's take a shower and then go to sleep, yeah? I'll take care of you, you don't even have to do anything," Hoseok suggests then, so even though everything is still kinda fuzzy, Yoongi finds himself hugged tightly in fresh sheets just short of an hour later, showered and with brushed teeth, wearing a new set of pyjamas as well.
He wakes up the next morning in the same manner as the day prior, with the side of the bed next to him empty as Hoseok has already left for his shift at the kindergarten, and he feels better compared to the previous night - but not good either. The memories, though slightly foggy, are a little bit embarrassing to him now, but he couldn't help his little breakdown yesterday, it was bound to happen at some point. And he knows they will need to talk about it, should've done already, but now it's unavoidable. There's the everlasting fear he successfully fucked it up with Hoseok now, and he tries to tell himself it's unreasonable just to keep his peace of mind for today.
Or, well, fails to.
Yoongi's a little bit spaced out during the company meeting he has at noon, and only works half-heartedly on the songs, but spends more time on his phone than anything else. While biting his cuticles raw he's endlessly scrolling through bdsm forums, where he's searching whether anyone has gone through some similar situations and what other people advised them, but no matter how much Yoongi reads, it's all just "Talk about it!" or "Get a new Dom!"
As if he doesn't already dread the inevitable.
It's ridiculous that he thought maybe he could salvage it somehow still, that some strangers in his phone would tell him to just get himself together and not be such a fucking pussy because he found the fucking most perfect boyfriend ever, who even still sends him cute messages during his lunch break, when he threw such a hissy fit over sex last night. Pathetic.
After changing a few beats here and there that Yoongi at least doesn't find worse than before, he gives up failing to distract himself. Instead he gets home early to arrive before Hoseok, planning to cook them something nice for dinner for today.
Hoseok's pleasantly surprised when he sees him, a huge smile breaking out on his face, one of those that looks a bit like a heart, that Yoongi fell in love with.
"Oh, home already?" he notes while taking off his shoes and putting away his shoulder bag, before he receives his kiss.
Yoongi avoids answering the obvious question, suddenly feeling awkward about it, and instead says "Yep, how did your project today go?"
"It was lovely! The kids had so much fun, they said they wanna do more next week! Even Eunji joined us after a while, guess curiosity got the better of her."
Yoongi listens intently as Hoseok tells him about his day at the kindergarten, about the fun art project he prepared, how much paint they splattered around which totally ended up ruining his shirt, but that's okay because the kids could get a laugh about it. Yoongi listens intently, and then they watch some TV in silence, and the whole time he wants to start the conversation about what happened but feels too anxious, too uneasy to even open his mouth to speak. He excuses himself to start preparing dinner, and they eat in silence as well, though Hoseok looks like he wants to say something. But he doesn't.
It makes Yoongi nervous.
When they've finished eating, Hoseok begins to clear away the dishes and leftovers, as he always does - he can't stand a messy environment, so their routine is that while Yoongi cooks, Hoseok cleans.
He's standing with his back to Yoongi, sorting their bowls into the dishwasher when he finally, finally, speaks up.
"Hey, are you alright?" He sounds like he's trying a bit too hard to say it casually, like there's something underlying. Yoongi's heartbeat speeds up.
"Uh, why?"
When Hoseok turns around to lean against the counter, his eyes hold nothing but concern. "You know, you really scared me last night. I just wanna know if I hurt you in any way.."
Yoongi squirms a bit on his chair, his fingers fidgeting. "I.. it was a shitty day yesterday. I wasn't in a good mood..."
It's not entirely the truth but it's no lie either.
"You looked stressed when you came home so I wanted to help you relax. You seemed really into it, until you.. just broke - it really scared me for a second, I don't know what I did wrong." Hearing Hoseok's tone really hurts, Yoongi just wants to curl up and cry because he doesn't deserve him and his stupid, dumb compassion. There's no beating around the bush anymore now, but he doesn't know where to start, so he just says the first thing that comes to his mind, that's been ever present but has been especially haunting him since last night.
"Seok, I'm. Afraid," he mutters, a quiet confession. He can't hold eye contact anymore, stares down at the floor instead, but Hoseok takes the few steps between them and kneels in front of him to grab his hands, earnest worry etched onto his face now.
"Of what? Me?"
"Of you leaving me.."
"No, why would I ever?" His heart shaped mouth is turned upside down now, with his brow furrowed, lightly squeezing Yoongi's hand in an attempt to give him some sort of comforting gesture. Yoongi's never been big on physical affection, like in so many other departments they are polar opposites in their love languages, but with Hoseok he never seems to mind it. It helps him a little bit to ground himself now when he intertwines their fingers, taking in a deep breath alongside it.
"Because I can't handle what you like, I just wanna please you and make you happy but it's.. it's not my thing," he finally explains, unable to stand the concern in Hoseok's big, dark doe eyes anymore. He receives some noise of confusion at that, and before Hoseok can open his mouth to ask any further questions, Yoongi quickly continues, "I like when I'm good for you, but when you're saying things to degrade me, it gets to me, I can't enjoy it. I don't wanna be so weak but I couldn't handle the harder stuff... This is so embarrassing to say but I wanna be a sub who gets praised."
Hoseok leans back onto the heels of his feet, letting out a tiny 'oh' as he finally understands the situation and his frown turns into just pure shock.
"Oh my god, I'm so sorry. I had no idea. I can't believe I never realised that."
Yoongi snorts, shrugging with one shoulder. "I mean, I could've just told you sooner."
"No, this is absolutely on me, because I never laid down rules or asked you for your boundaries beforehand, we never even sat down to negotiate any details, and that's such terrible Dom etiquette, I'm sincerely sorry and I hope I didn't hurt you too much in the past. That was not acceptable at all. I just... assumed you were fine with everything and would tell me as soon as something would bother you because we slipped into this so.. casually. I don't know what I was thinking, that definitely wasn't 'safe, sane, consensual' as it should. My last partner wasn't into anything bdsm at all so I never had the practice before that. Not that I'm trying to excuse my behaviour."
Yoongi firmly shakes his head, "Seok-seok. I'm not angry at you. I could've said something too. Should've. Right away when I felt uncomfortable."
"I can't believe I've been so bad at reading your cues that I didn't see you needed a soft Dom," Hoseok mutters in quiet disbelief, almost more to himself than anything really.
"We could still do the talk now?" Yoongi offers with a hopeful hint in his tone, and Hoseok immediately agrees, standing to his feet again before he pulls him up into a hug.
"And you're sure you're okay?" he asks when he leans back enough so they're face to face again, though his arms stay wrapped around Yoongi's middle.
"Seok-ah, I promise. I'm not traumatised or anything, stop being sweeter than I deserve..."
"Gosh, and you were scared I'd break up with you? If anything I should be glad you aren't kicking me out after this, I fucked up so bad."
They should probably get more comfy for this talk, and so they do - taking it to the living room where they settle on the couch with two steaming mugs of tea.
"Okay, okay, ground rules first. Soft Dom, nothing too hard," Hoseok starts off with a little wave of his hand, the other one resting softly and reassuringly on Yoongi's thigh, a warm reminder that he's giving him his full attention.
Yoongi's eyes are focused somewhere on the print of his boyfriend's shirt as he chews on his bottom lip, trying to remember all the things he needs to address, and he can't help feeling a little awkward to talk about it.
"I don't mind the sex being a little rougher, but I want you to be as sweet as you always are to me... I like being praised and... called pretty and stuff.."
Saying these types of things suddenly feels way more embarrassing when you're not in the mood, and Hoseok isn't much of a help when he breaks into a knowing smile and declares "More compliments for my pretty baby, got it."
"This is so embarrassing.." Yoongi groans and covers his face to hide the blooming blush on his cheeks. It makes Hoseok giggle, but then he softly peels his hands away by his wrists, before he tells him "No, no, don't be. I will respect everything you tell me and I promise I won't find anything weird or funny, you can tell me everything. You can trust me. Do you trust me?"
"Y-yes..." Yoongi takes a deep breath. He grounds himself for a few moments before he starts.
"I want to feel cherished and needed and like I'm doing well, that's why I like when you tell me I'm good for you. When you're rough or spank me, I d-don't mind it as long as I know I'm pleasing you, that I'm still good. And I like getting called sweet pet names. I really love 'babydoll'. It also reminds me that I'm yours.. kinda as if being owned by you. With petplay it's similar, though I prefer the other because it makes me feel prettier and.. cuter.."
"I understand. You're doing great so far, okay? I know what to do now, but also tell me what your limits are. The ones we can negotiate and the hard limits."
That question is easier to answer.
"No degradation, no slapping and no slutshaming. I don't wanna feel bad for wanting you or for enjoying myself... And I'm too scared about anything in public, but I don't know if that could change at some point. At least nothing that could embarrass us, though I really, really like when you're possessive," he confesses with a shy smile which earns him a huge grin from Hoseok, that smug bastard.
It's almost easy to open up to him with how comfortable and attentive his whole aura is, it's just so obvious that there's not a single bad bone in him, and Yoongi finds himself falling even harder for him, almost doesn't know why he was so afraid in the first place.
After a moment, Yoongi continues. "I'm not too fond of restraints but I like the collar. Toys are okay. The cock cage is a hard no though. Anything else is negotiable."
"I need to check in on you more from now on. You know the traffic light system, right? Red has been our safeword but I want you to use yellow as well when there's anything that makes you uncomfortable but you don't want to stop the scene, yeah? And if you're gagged or unable to speak for any other reason, pinch whatever part of me you can reach. Don't ever be afraid of being honest about things you don't like anymore. First and foremost I want you to be safe, and I also want you to feel just as amazing as I do when we play. You're so gorgeous, you deserve to be absolutely worshipped. I'll make sure to treat you better now, you're always so perfect for me."
That last part makes Yoongi flustered, feeling a warmth deep inside of him as he barely suppresses the shy smile on his lips, his cheeks a deep shade of pink. He reaches a hand out to Hoseok, who intertwines their fingers before leaning in for a kiss. It's leisurely, the way the two of them indulge in each other, just tender, unhurried brushes of lips, and hands that caress each other slowly.
They spend the rest of the night talking and kissing until their bodies yearn for sleep too much to keep their eyes open anymore, so they crawl underneath the covers with the mutual agreement to try playing by their new rules this weekend.