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Namjoon dropped his head on the keyboard, groaning loudly. He’d been going over this verse for the last – he checked his watch – 6 hours. He hated when he got stuck like this, agonizing over a single line that he just could not get right. Violet Hue, the company’s newest girl group, needed a killer song for their next comeback and Namjoon had been given the task.
Not to mention the other due dates he had to meet for work; songs for other artists and his own mixtape. And then there was the fact that he and Hoseok had finally made the decision to move in together to a small house in the suburbs, officially leaving apartment life behind. He was ecstatic about starting a new chapter of his life with his boyfriend, but the moving process had been such a pain, and his anxiety was at an all time high.
He just wished he could turn it off. The racing thoughts, the panic squeezing his chest. He’d learned his coping mechanisms in therapy, but at times like this nothing seemed to work. Except one thing.
Namjoon turned off his computer and collected his things. He walked the short distance down the hallway to a studio that was nearly as familiar as his own. He didn’t bother knocking, he knew the code.
“Hey, yeobo , what’s up?” Hoseok said, face slipping into an easy smile. Namjoon’s chest eased up just a little, as it always did in Hoseok’s presence. He was the light of Namjoon’s life. His sunshine. He wore a cute green beanie today, and his hair was sticking out of the bottom, curling over his neck. It had gotten so long lately. Namjoon loved to run his fingers through it while they laid on the couch, watching a movie or listening to music.
“I’m ready to go home,” Namjoon explained, fidgeting with the strap of his bag. It was rare that he left this early, and Hoseok looked a bit surprised but nodded.
“Can you wait just a bit? The words are flowing right now and I don’t want to lose my inspiration. Or if you’re really ready, you can take the car and I’ll take the bus. I don’t mind.” Normally Namjoon would take the former option, curl up on Hoseok’s couch to scroll through his phone or even nap, but today he wanted something more. He set his bag on the floor and walked to Hoseok’s chair, sitting on his lap and burying his face in his neck. Hoseok laughed, rubbing his hand over Namjoon’s back.
“Aww, what’s wrong with my Nyamjoonie?” he cooed.
“ Hyung , can we please go home?” Namjoon whispered against Hoseok’s skin.
It was their secret code. Namjoon and Hoseok were the same age after all, no need for honorifics. But when Namjoon got a little needy like this, when he needed Hoseok to help him in that special way only he could, Namjoon used the word. His boyfriend hummed in understanding.
“I see,” he said, his voice getting a little more serious but still light and kind. “Can you look at me?’ Namjoon obeyed, looking at Hoseok with shy eyes. It still embarrassed him sometimes, to ask for this, even though Hoseok had assured him long ago that there was nothing wrong with it. Hoseok smiled at him. He had the most beautiful smile in the world, and Namjoon couldn’t help but smile back. “There you are. What do you need?”
“I just want you to tell me what to do. Help my brain slow down.”
Hoseok kissed him gently on the lips. “Okay, love. We’ll leave soon, I promise. While I finish up I want you to get under the desk on your knees for me.”
Namjoon slid off his lap immediately, fitting his large frame under the desk and looking up at Hoseok expectantly, ready for whatever he told him next. Hoseok reached for his belt, unfastening it without even sparing Namjoon a second glance. Then he was pulling his pretty cock out of his pants with one hand and pulling Namjoon’s head to his crotch with the other, his palm still gentle on the back of his head.
Namjoon opened his mouth gladly, letting Hoseok slide his soft length along his tongue. Hoseok said nothing else, just put his headphones back on and returned to his work. The knot that had been residing in Namjoon’s chest all afternoon began to slowly relax, and his mind went blank as he leaned his head against Hoseok’s leg and cradled his soft cock on his tongue. He wasn’t sure how much time passed when Hoseok said his name once more, pulling his half-hard cock out of Namjoon’s mouth.
“Hey, baby, are you alright? Can you make it to the car?” he asked softly, cradling Namjoon’s cheek with his hand. Namjoon turned his face into it, nuzzling Hoseok’s palm. He’d always loved his Hobi’s hands, so soft and pretty. He’d started wearing nail polish lately and Namjoon loved it. He’d picked out colors for him more than once. Right now they were a shimmery indigo, Namjoon’s favorite so far.
“Mhmm, I’m fine,” Namjoon answered. He hadn’t completely slipped into subspace yet, but he felt a little floaty. Hoseok helped him to his feet and pulled him into a soft kiss.
“You’re doing so well,” he murmured softly, his heart shaped mouth warm and sweet against Namjoon’s lips, and Namjoon shrank in his arms, feeling small in the best kind of way. They made their way to the parking garage hand in hand. Namjoon still felt a little out of it as Hoseok drove them home, so they were unusually quiet. Hobi sang along to one of their playlists instead, his hand rubbing soothingly along the inside of Namjoon’s thigh.
When they got home Hoseok led him to their room.
“Get undressed and wait in front of the bed on your knees for me,” he instructed. Namjoon obeyed easily, happy to slip into the submissive role Hoseok provided for him. He left his jeans and sweatshirt in a pile on the floor and kneeled on the soft fabric of the rug that laid in front of their bed. Hoseok walked to the closet and returned with a length of silky rope and a blindfold. Namjoon’s bare cock twitched where it rested between his thighs at the sight.
The blindfold was first, and Namjoon waited patiently as Hoseok tied the soft fabric behind his head. “Hands,” Hoseok said, and Namjoon offered them obediently, his mind emptying even further as Hoseok wrapped the rope around his wrists. “Good boy.” The praise loosened the knot of anxiety completely, and Namjoon felt warm syrupy relaxation fill his veins instead. He didn’t have to make any decisions, figure anything out. Hobi would do it for him. Hoseok would always take care of him and tell him what to do.
“Open your mouth, baby,” Hoseok said, rubbing two of his pretty fingers along Namjoon’s lips. He slipped them between his lips and ran them over Namjoon’s tongue, making him gag a bit. “Suck,” he instructed, and Namjoon closed his lips, nearly moaning. Hoseok pulled his fingers away, a soft pop resounding as they left Namjoon’s mouth. Namjoon heard the familiar sound of a zipper being undone and the next time Hoseok pushed against his lips it was with the warm head of his cock, already a bit wet with precum. Namjoon opened his mouth wider, eager to taste Hoseok again. He let his mouth go pliant as Hoseok rolled his hips slowly, sliding against the wet surface of Namjoon’s waiting tongue.
“Yeah, just like that,” Hoseok murmured, running a hand through Namjoon’s hair. “Let hyung use that pretty mouth baby.” Namjoon’s thighs squeezed together, desperate to give his aching cock some pressure. He didn’t know why Hoseok calling himself hyung did something to him, but it made his cock ache when he heard it. They’d tried a few different names when they’d begun to delve into dom and sub dynamics; daddy made them both cringe, master was a definite no. But hyung, hyung was easy, and Hoseok had seemed just as affected by it as Namjoon had.
Please use me , he thought. He was ready to be whatever Hoseok wanted.
He whimpered a bit when Hoseok pulled out of his mouth, leaving him empty. His boyfriend giggled a bit at the sound. Not the mean laugh that he sometimes used in their rougher scenes, but something soft and endeared.
“Come on, let's get on the bed.” He helped Namjoon to his feet and onto the mattress. He pushed him down gently so that Namjoon was laying on his stomach, his bound hands pillowed under his head. He was putty beneath Hoseok’s hands, free to be used however he saw fit. Hoseok sat on the back of his thighs and Namjoon whined as he felt the familiar sensation of a cockhead rubbing between his cheeks and over his hole. “Feel so good, baby. My Namjoonie. Think I could come just like this. But I can’t resist that tight hole of yours.” He pulled away and Namjoon jerked as cold lube was spread over his hole. He moaned, high and whiny as Hoseok slipped two fingers inside of him. He didn’t move them at first, just pulled them apart, spreading Namjoon open.
“ Hyung,” Namjoon whined, pushing back.
Hoseok clicked his tongue and held Namjoon down with a hand to his hip. “Be still,” he ordered, and Namjoon forced himself not to move, only wanting to be good. Thankfully he was rewarded, and Hoseok began to pump his fingers back and forth, rubbing deliciously over his prostate as he worked him open. “That’s right, just let hyung open you up.” Namjoon whimpered softly as Hoseok scissored his fingers apart before working in a third. He fought the urge to whine when Hoseok pulled all three of them out him, leaving him empty. His hips were hitched higher and then Hoseok was pushing inside, groaning low and deep in his chest.
“Fuck yeah,” he said, thrusting hard and deep, making Namjoon cry out. “Like my own personal little cocksleeve aren’t you?” Namjoon’s cock twitched and the rope rubbed against his face as he nodded his head frantically, tears already forming in his eyes.
“ Yes, hyung, yes,” he whined. “Just for you. Only you.”
Hoseok thrusted faster and within no time Namjoon was already close to the edge, ready to plunge over it. No one had ever made him come untouched before Hoseok, but his stroke game was unmatched. The tension built and built and just as he was about to come, Hoseok stopped moving and pulled out swiftly. Namjoon couldn’t help the way he squeaked in protest, his hips thrusting back as he searched for his boyfriend’s cock.
But Hoseok pushed his hips down against the mattress instead and rolled Namjoon over onto his back. He untied Namjoon’s hands and pulled off the blindfold, revealing his tan and narrow frame, lined with lean muscle, on his knees hovering over Namjoon’s body. His chest was flushed a pretty pink that almost matched his soft, heart-shaped lips. He looked so beautiful like this, and Namjoon ached to touch him, run his hands over his soft skin. But there were rules. And Namjoon was a good boy.
“Open me up so I can ride you, Namjoon-ah,” Hoseok said, handing Namjoon the lube.
Namjoon took the bottle and poured some of its contents onto his fingers, ruined orgasm forgotten at the chance to sink inside of Hoseok and make him feel good. It didn’t take long to work him open, Namjoon had done it countless times and knew what he was doing. He’d barely worked in a third finger when Hoseok swatted his hand away and lined up his cock with his hole. Namjoon started to reach for his hips, but Hoseok shook his head.
“Keep them above your head,” he instructed. Namjoon reached for the pillow behind him and watched as his boyfriend slowly lowered his hips, moaning helplessly at the wet heat of his walls clenching around his cock.
“ Hyung please,” he whined, not sure what he even wanted. Maybe to run his hands over those smooth, pretty thighs. Or press kisses to his thin but muscular chest. Grip his small waist and thrust into him over and over. Instead he just laid there and let Hoseok take what he wanted, rising and falling with little gasps and moans as Namjoon watched him in awe.
“Good boy, Namjoon-ah, listening to hyung so well,” Hoseok gasped. The praise went straight to Namjoon’s cock and he knew he was close once more. He prayed Hoseok would let him this time. He was moving faster now, and Namjoon knew he wouldn’t last much longer.
“Close?” Hoseok asked breathlessly.
Namjoon couldn’t manage words so he nodded, his fingers tightly gripping the pillow under his head.
“You can come, baby.”
It was almost instant, Hoseok’s words and Namjoon’s release. He gasped as his hips jerked and twitched, Hoseok riding him through it. “There you go, just like that,” he said sweetly, only stopping his movements when Namjoon was practically crying from sensitivity. He pulled off and crawled over Namjoon’s torso, cum and lube leaking onto Namjoon’s chest.
“Be still,” he murmured as he jerked his hand quickly over his cock. Namjoon closed his eyes and opened his mouth, knowing exactly what Hoseok wanted. “Good boy.” It always startled him, that first squirt of cum on his face, this time across his cheek. He caught just a little on his tongue and swallowed it gladly, opening his eyes after to see his boyfriend’s smiling face.
“Aww my best boy,” Hoseok cooed, running his fingers through Namjoon’s hair. “Hyung will clean you up, okay?’
Namjoon nodded, words always difficult after a scene, even less intense ones like this. Hoseok disappeared to the bathroom but came right back, a damp washcloth in his hand. He gently wiped the cum from Namjoon’s face and chest and kissed him gently on the lips.
“Okay?” he asked.
Namjoon nodded again and smiled. He felt so light, his head floaty and empty of anything and everything that wasn’t Hoseok.
“Let’s take a shower,” Hoseok said, helping Namjoon to his feet. He led Namjoon to the bathroom where the shower was already running and warm. Soft hands rubbed soap into his skin, soothing tired muscles. Namjoon felt small like this, his head cradled in Hoseok’s shoulder as he cleaned him up with gentle fingers and even gentler words. When they were done Hoseok helped him into a pair of sweats and they got back in bed. Hoseok wrapped his arms around Namjoon’s waist and pulled him close, kissing all over his face until he laughed.
“Feel better?”
“I do, thank you,” Namjoon said, nuzzling into his soft throat.
“You don’t have to thank me,” Hoseok said, giggling. “You know I like it too.”
“I love you, Hoba.”
“I love you too, Namjoonie. Wanna watch a movie and order some food?”
“Yes, please.”
“And then tomorrow we can talk about what’s got you stressed, okay?”
“Okay,” Namjoon knew he still had a lot to face in the near future, but at least for now, he had the person he loved most by his side.