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“I’m sorry about your blanket, Jinyoungie-hyung.” Yugyeom bows when he returns the item to the man the next day, the blanket having been washed, dried and folded until it looked almost brand new.
“It’s fine. I just wanted to give you guys a hard time. I understand that you are horny, baby boy, but can you not have sex in the living room when you know we could walk in at any moment?” Jinyoung asks over his book, pulling his glasses off of his face with a single finger crooked in the frames where they rest on the bridge of his nose.
“But that’s half the fun, hyung. Maybe if you see me fucking into Jackson-hyung like I’m dying for it then one of you will decide to fuck me through the floor.” He winks, closing the door on his way out without another word. Thanks to Jackson’s lack of filter and near inability to lie Yugyeom knows that today is Jinyoung’s chance to apologize, but there is no reason he can’t tease the man until he does, especially if it means that he will get to have a bossy, desperate Jinyoung in bed with him tonight.
Apparently they aren’t gonna make it that long. By noon Jinyoung can feel the arousal itching through his veins, making him twitchy and irritable. When Yugyeom uses his chopsticks as a demonstration of his deepthroating skills Jinyoung loses it, slamming his own pair of metal chopsticks down on the table and storming away, his chair scraping against the floor as he does it. Jaebum quickly follows after him, knowing that if he doesn’t stop the man from throwing a tantrum he could destroy his entire bedroom in a fit of anger and frustration.
Yugyeom instantly feels bad for pushing it so far. Jinyoung has a short fuse anyway, shorter than Jaebum sometimes, and he would hate to upset the man enough that he ends up punching a wall or something. The looks that the others shoot his way are enough to make him duck his head and finish his rice in a hurry. “Did you really have to push it that far, Gyeommie?” Jackson sighs, ruffling his own hair before putting his hat back on, leaning on Mark’s shoulder as the older eats in silence.
“I just- I wanted to tease him a little bit.” Yugyeom defends himself, feeling the blush spread on his cheeks.
“There is a very thin like between a little bit and too much, Yugyeom-ah.” Mark says in his low timbre, using the honorific to convey how serious he is. “You should go apologize. But give him time to cool off. When JB comes back out should be enough time.”
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“Are you okay?” JB asks when he slips into Jinyoung’s room, finding the man sitting on the edge of his bed with his hands in his hair, his body folded over on itself.
“I swear to god if he touches me right now I’m gonna fucking lose it. How the hell did he learn to be such a goddamn tease?” Jinyoung groans, not lifting his head in the slightest when Jaebum moves to sit beside him.
“He spends way too much time around Jackson, love. And if you don’t want him to touch you you could always tie him up. It could do him some good to be put in his place, even if we are spoiling him this week.” Jaebum hums, reaching forward to gently remove Jinyoung’s hands from his hair.
“Fuck, hyung. You had to put that image in my head. I’m not gonna make it to tonight.” Jinyoung looks up at the leader with pleading eyes and JB just smiles at him, pulling him forward into a chaste, innocent kiss.
“Let me take care of clearing the dorm. You take care of putting that little tease back in his place.” JB hums, giving him one more kiss before standing and leaving the room.
Jinyoung watches him go and then flops back on the bed with a groan, wondering what exactly he wants to do to make the maknae pay for teasing him. A knock on the doorframe a second later causes him to open his eyes and stare at the ceiling, not needing to look towards the open door to know who is standing there.
“Hyung? I wanted to apologize for taking it too far. I wanted to tease you so that you would be more demanding and insistent tonight because I know it’s your night. Not that you guys need to make up for that prank, I know it was just for fun to give the Ahgases something entertaining to watch. Hyung?” Yugyeom rambles, finally wondering if Jinyoung is okay since he has yet to respond to the younger man, or even look at him for that matter, since he started talking.
“’I know it’s your night.’” He parrots, sounding contemplative as he finally sits up and stares straight at the maknae in his doorway. “Who told you?”
“Jackson-hyung let it slip last night.” He admits with a shrug and Jinyoung smiles one of his most devious smiles.
“Well, then. I guess Mark is going to have to teach that mouthy little brat a lesson, isn’t he? Spoiling our plans. How much did Jackson-hyung tell you, Yugyeommie?” Jinyoung asks, standing and stalking towards the doorway on sure feet.
“N-not much. Just that I could expect you to be saying you’re sorry sometime today. And seeing as both Jackson and Jaebum-hyung made it up to me with sex, I assumed you were too.” Yugyeom blushes, taking a step back out of the room as Jinyoung gets closer.
“You assumed, hm? Now why would you do a thing like that?” Jinyoung purrs, stepping forward until he has Yugyeom caged in against the wall of the hallway across from his room.
“I-I don’t know, hyung.” He gulps, almost whining as he recognizes the glint in Jinyoung’s eye.
“Do you know what happens to pushy little maknaes who tease their hyungs?” Jinyoung asks and Yugyeom shakes his head, trying to sink even further into the wall when the older man steps even closer. “They get punished.” He whispers into Yugyeom’s ear, biting down harshly on the lobe and making the younger hiss.
“Punished how?” Yugyeom asks, wondering what Jinyoung does with some of the other members late at night when he can hear their muffled screams through the wall, Jinyoung’s tone darker and more commanding than Yugyeom has ever heard during the day.
“You’ll see.” He vows, taking Yugyeom by the wrist and pulling him back into his room, kissing him as he goes.
“Hyung.” Yugyeom moans and Jinyoung pulls back so that they can catch their breath. “Enjoy this, Gyeommie, because this is the last kiss you’ll be getting for a while.”
The moan that tears through Yugyeom’s throat is enough to shock him as he bends his head down to capture the older man’s lips. Too soon Jinyoung is pulling away, a hand in the back on Yugyeom’s hair keeping him from following his lips. “Hyung.” He hums breathlessly, hoping to drive Jinyoung over the edge of control, but he has never seen that determined glint in Jinyoung’s eyes, his breathing almost too steady for what they were just doing.
“You’re going to listen to me very carefully, Yugyeom.” Jinyoung starts, all joking absent from his tone. “You will tell me a word, any word will do, that you will say if this gets to be too much. If you say that word this will stop and you will go back to your room until the rest of the group gets back. Then you are going to take off your clothes and get on the bed, face down with your hands to your sides. Is this in any way unclear to you?”
Yugyeom is quick to shake his head. “N-no, hyung.”
“Good. What is your word?” Jinyoung nods, knowing that he has to be gentle with Yugyeom. He had been planning to wait until the boy’s next birthday to show him this side of him, but Jaebum is right, the little tease needs to be put in his place.
Yugyeom thinks for a moment, trying to pick a word that he would never say during sex. It takes him a moment and then he smiles, looking back down into Jinyoung’s eyes. “Peaches.” He smiles brightly, grabbing Jinyoung’s ass in both of his massive hands.
Jinyoung lets out a groan of his own, eyes flutter shut as he pushes back into the touch for a brief second before he regains his composure. “Good. I’ve got to get a few things. Follow my second order before I get back.”
In the next second Yugyeom begins to strip, his dick totally on board with this demanding side of his lover that he has never seen, even if he is not completely sure about it just yet. He trusts that Jinyoung will take care of him and he knows that he deserves whatever then man gives him because he was a bit of a little shit today. By the time Jinyoung gets back with the duffel bag from under Jaebum’s bed Yugyeom is lying face down on the bed, his bare ass on display like a perfect fruit, just waiting for Jinyoung to take a bite. His arms are lying parallel with his body, hands twitching slightly where they rest by his hips.
“You did well, Yugyeom. At least we know that you can, in fact, follow direction now.” Jinyoung hums, brushing a soft hand across the very edge of Yugyeom’s ass with a feather light touch, watching the younger man twitch at the feeling.
“What are you going to do to me, hyung?” He asks, trusting that he won’t hurt his even if he chooses not to tell him his plans but wondering all the same.
“Well, I’m going to punish you of course. You were a bad boy, Yugyeom, teasing your hyung like a little slut. If you take your punishment well you will get a reward, but if you don’t you will only receive a worse punishment later on. What is your safe word?” Jinyoung asks, placing the duffel bag on the floor beside the bed and unzipping it as he speaks.
“Peaches.” Yugyeom responds, turning his head to look at the top of Jinyoung’s head as he roots through the bag that Yugyeom cannot see.
“Very good, baby. I think since it is your first punishment we will use the scarves on you, but I know Mark will want to use the ropes on Jackson later.” Jinyoung thinks out loud, pulling a bundle of soft black material from the bag and then standing to untangle the scarves from each other.
Yugyeom can feel his cock jump at the sight of the soft black silk that he has no doubt will be around his wrists in a moment. He feels a smile bloom on his face when Jinyoung gently gathers both of his hands behind his back, carefully wrapping the length of fabric around his wrists and tying it into a knot. Yugyeom tries to pull out of the bonds, testing the give and the strength of the knot, only to find that it is not coming out until Jinyoung sees fit to loosen it.
The feeling of being completely at his hyung’s mercy is an idea that both terrifies and excites Yugyeom. He trusts his lover with his entire being but it is also scary to not be able to see or touch the one giving him such pleasure. Jinyoung could do anything to him and he would be helpless to stop him unless he said his safe word, which would end the whole thing before it even began. “Am I allowed to talk?” He asks suddenly, not knowing just how far Jinyoung’s control will reach.
“I insist upon it, actually. You are going to tell me how you feel whenever I do something. If I do something you do not like you are to tell me immediately. Do you understand?”
“Yes, hyung.”
“What is your safe word?”
“Peaches.”
“Very good.” Jinyoung praises and then he lets his fingers trail lightly down Yugyeom’s back, feeling the strong muscles there. “Do you know why you are being punished, Yugyeommie?”
“Because I teased you, hyung.”
“Very good. And how do you think I should punish you for that?” Jinyoung hums, genuinely curious as to what he will say.
“Spank me, hyung.” The answer comes so naturally from the boy that Jinyoung almost comes on the spot, the tone of voice like velvet to his ears.
“Do you think that will be your only punishment?” Jinyoung goes on, trying to keep the desperate note of arousal out of his tone.
“…yes?” Yugyeom asks, sounding unsure of himself now.
“We shall see, baby. But first, we have to see how well you take your first punishment.” Jinyoung purrs, climbing onto the bed and sitting on the backs of Yugyeom’s thighs. “Are you ready?”
“Yes, hyung.”
“I want you to count them for me.” Jinyoung orders, bringing his hands down to rest on Yugyeom’s ass, each of his hands spanning one of the perfect globes of muscle there. “Can you do that?”
“Yes, hyung.”
“So good for me, Yugyeom.” Jinyoung purrs, leaning forward to kiss the back of the dancer’s shoulder.
Before he sits up he raises his left hand, bringing it down quickly on the flesh of Yugyeom’s ass and causing the younger to hiss in surprise. He jumps under Jinyoung’s touch, his hard cock rubbing against the sheets where it is trapped between his belly and the bed. “Ah, one.” Jinyoung rubs at the slightly red mark, hearing the low hiss that comes out of Yugyeom’s mouth. He brings his right hand down this time, his left still massaging gently. “Two.” Yugyeom moans, burying his face in the pillow as his arms twitch behind his back.
“What’s your safe word?” Jinyoung asks, his hands still massaging the globes of Yugyeom’s ass.
“Peaches, hyung.”
“Very good.” He hums, bringing both hands down at once in a slightly harder slap.
Yugyeom gasps out, his back arching as he does. “D-does that count as two?”
“Yes.”
“Four, hyung.” He says, his words sounding slightly strained.
“Keep counting, love.” Jinyoung orders, bringing his right hand down again before massaging away the sting once more, only to repeat the action with the left.
“Five, six.” Yugyeom counts, sounding breathless and strung out as his hips start to twitch more often. “Ah, seven.” He groans when Jinyoung hits him again, instantly rubbing the sting out of his flesh.
He can’t imagine what he must look like, his arms tied tightly behind his back with black silk scarves, his ass a vibrant red from Jinyoung’s strong hands, his skin starting to get a slight sheen of sweat from everything that is happening. “We are going to 10, Yugyeom. Do you think you can handle that?”
“Yes, ah, yes, hyung!” He nods, dropping his head back down into the pillow and breathing harshly.
“Such a good boy for me now that I have you at my mercy. What happened to that little tease from earlier?” Jinyoung wonders rhetorically, his hands coming down in a quick little triplet that almost has Yugyeom screaming, his ass red and throbbing.
“Ten!”
“Very good, Yugyeom. Do you think that you are done with your punishment?” Jinyoung asks, knowing that the easiest way to gauge what his lover can or cannot take is simply by asking.
“I don’t know.” Yugyeom admits, his body seeming to vibrate at the sheer thought of Jinyoung spanking him again.
“I don’t think you’ve learned your lesson yet.” Jinyoung hums, dragging his nails lightly across Yugyeom’s bright red ass, enjoying the sounds that fall from the younger singer’s lips as a result.
“Please!” Yugyeom begs and he doesn’t even know what it is he is begging for but he knows that Jinyoung will give it to him.
Jinyoung shushes him softly, reaching down into the duffel bag and pulling out a smaller bag like the ones they pack their toiletries in. “I’m going to blindfold you now Yugyeom. I want you to tell me how you are feeling at all times. Is that understood?”
“Yes, hyung.” Yugyeom says on a moan, the idea of Jinyoung blocking off his sight making his cock twitch and pulse.
“What is your safe word?”
“Peaches.”
“Good boy.” Jinyoung praises and Yugyeom almost preens, closing his eyes before the cloth even settles over the top half of his face. He feels Jinyoung tighten the scarf around the back of his head, tying it tight enough that the material won’t slip off but not tight enough to be uncomfortable. “Are you alright?”
“I’m fantastic, hyung.” He sounds so honest and open that Jinyoung doesn’t even think about not believing him.
“So perfect.” Jinyoung compliments, his words spoken directly into Yugyeom’s ear to hide the sound of the lube cap popping open.
Jinyoung sits back up on the backs of Yugyeom’s thighs, coating three of his fingers in the clear substance before snapping it shut and tossing it off to the side out of the way. He uses his clean hand to pull Yugyeom’s ass cheeks apart so that he can see what he is doing, the fingers that are covered in lube circling around the tight pucker of muscle that he finds there. “Fuck, hyung!” Yugyeom moans, arching into his touch almost instantly.
Jinyoung doesn’t waste any time preparing his lover, his fingers quickly being sucked into the younger male’s greedy ass as he begs for it and keeps up a running commentary about how perfect Jinyoung’s fingers are and how fantastic they feel inside of him, stretching him open and making him moan. By the time that he is ready for what Jinyoung is going to do next Yugyeom is basically fucking himself on three of Jinyoung’s fingers, his moans almost a constant stream of sound. “Are you ready, Yugyeommie?”
“I’ve been ready, hyung! Please fuck me!”
“Ah, ah, ah. Did you forget that this is still a punishment?” Jinyoung asks, giving his ass a quick smack once more.
“Fuck!” Yugyeom whines, trying to arch into the fingers in his ass while also shying away from the sting of the slap.
“Safe word.”
“Peaches.”
“So good for me, Yugyeom.” Jinyoung unzips the toiletry bag, pulling out a bright pink butt plug and a string of neon green anal beads. He places the bag off to the side and then grabs the lube once more, slicking up the first three beads and pressing a quick kiss to Yugyeom’s lower back. “You’re going to count for me again. This time you’re going to count down. You’ll know when to count. You’ll be starting at 7.”
“Okay.” Yugyeom nods and the unmistakable trust and arousal just drive Jinyoung crazy.
“Don’t forget to tell me how you’re feeling, baby.” He pours a few more drops of lube onto Yugyeom’s hole just to be safe and then he pushes the first bead in, knowing that Yugyeom could probably take the first four beads with little to no prep at all.
“Seven.” Yugyeom says and there is a note of confusion in his voice like he hasn’t quite figured out what Jinyoung has put inside of him yet. Jinyoung slips the next two spheres inside, making sure to go slow enough that Yugyeom can still count and then he gasps, finally realizing what is inside of him. “God, hyung. They fill me up so good. I can feel them shifting around inside of me.”
“Fuck, baby.” Jinyoung moans, slicking up the next ball and pushing it inside with the others. “How many is that?”
“That’s four, hyung. Three more to go?” Yugyeom asks, shifting a little and moaning when it moves the beads inside of him.
“Yes, Yugyeom. Three more to go.” Jinyoung can feel his control starting to waiver and he is instantly glad that he decided to blindfold the man beneath him so that he can’t see just how desperate his sounds are making his lover.
The last two beads are the largest and they take a little bit more time to get in but once they are Yugyeom basically screams from the pleasure. He pants into the pillow, sounds flowing endlessly from his lips but nothing that could be called words. “You’re not talking.”
“I can’t. It feels too good. Please.” He shakes his head and Jinyoung smiles, knowing that the best has yet to come.
“Oh, don’t worry, baby. I’ll take care of you.” He pulls a tiny remote out of the bag by his hip, pressing a button and listening as Yugyeom screams and moans, all seven of the beads inside of him vibrating and shifting.
Jinyoung would tell him to stay still but he can’t really bring himself to do it, not with the beautiful way his back muscles are undulating with every roll of his hips. “You’re doing well, love. Do you think you can take the next setting?”
“YES! Fuck, yes!” Yugyeom begs and Jinyoung can only comply, pressing the button again and hearing the slight hum get louder and more insistent. “Hyung!”
“Yes, Yugyeom?” Jinyoung says, making his voice sound as calm as possible, even if he feels anything but.
“Please!”
“What is it that you want?”
“I don’t know!” Yugyeom admits and Jinyoung can tell that he is crying under his blindfold from the intense feelings that are rocking through his body. “Please, hyung.” He gasps and Jinyoung feels his heart clench.
“I am going to turn them back down and plug you up, Yugyeom. You are going to roll onto your back and stay as still as you can until I return, okay?” Jinyoung says softly, knowing that this is where there could be some trouble.
“Where are you going?” Yugyeom sounds shocked and there is a slight edge of fear in his tone.
“You’re going to need water, Yugyeom. I am going to the kitchen. And then I’m going to grab a wash cloth from the bathroom. I am not leaving you, baby.” He traces his hands down Yugyeom’s sides soothingly, knowing that the not knowing is scary.
“Y-yeah, okay.” Yugyeom nods, his movements slightly jerky and unsure.
“If it gets to be too much while I’m out of the room just yell your safe word and I will hear you, okay?”
“Alright.”
“Good boy. I’ll be right back, love.” Jinyoung assures him, turning down the vibration setting on the anal beads and slipping the plug into place before pushing himself up off of Yugyeom’s thighs.
Jinyoung strips out of his shirt before walking to the kitchen, grabbing a few bottles of water and heading for the bathroom. He can tell when Yugyeom rolls onto his back, his moans doubling in volume and pitch as the beads shift directly onto his prostate. He quickly grabs a washcloth and returns to his room, stripping out of his pants and grabbing the lube once more. “You’ve been such a good boy and taken your punishment so well, Yugyeommie. I think you have earned that reward now.”
Jinyoung quickly sets to work opening himself up, trying to go faster than he probably should because he knows just how big Yugyeom is and how well he fills him up. He forces himself to slow down and take his time, knowing that it is prolonging both of their pleasure just a few moments longer. Once he is fully prepared he moans, slipping his fingers free and using the lube left on them to quickly coat Yugyeom’s cock. He braces himself over top of the man’s beautiful cock and then begins to slide down, throwing his head back and moaning at the feeling of being stretched and filled.
“God, Yugyeom.” He gasps and Yugyeom responds with an animalistic moan, hips bucking up and then back down as he chases the feeling of Jinyoung’s ass around his dick and the beads shifting on his prostate. “Such a good lover for me. You can come now, Gyeommie.” Jinyoung says and that’s all it takes for Yugyeom to seize up, every muscle in his body drawing taut before he moans, filling Jinyoung with his come.
Jinyoung could come just from that but he has other plans. He pulls off of Yugyeom’s cock, lifting the younger’s legs onto his hips and slipping the plug and beads free as quickly and painlessly as he can. Once Yugyeom realizes what he plans on doing he moans, body shifting and twitching as he encourages Jinyoung to fuck him. Jinyoung has never been one to deny his lovers pleasure so he does just that, slipping inside of Yugyeom and pushing as deep as possible in one fluid thrust.
“This is not going to last long, Yugyeom.” Jinyoung warns, regret lacing his tone.
Yugyeom shakes his head, a smile lighting up his face. “It’s perfect, Jinyoung-hyung. You’ve already given me so much.”
The sight of that smile paired with Yugyeom’s words is enough to have Jinyoung fucking into him with a punishing pace, even continuing to thrust as he comes, filling Yugyeom up and fumbling around on the bed for the plug. In the same second that he slips out he pushes the pink silicone plug back inside, making Yugyeom moan weakly as his spent cock tries to make a valiant effort to get hard again.
“Just relax Yugyeom. I’ll fuck you again later. For now just relax.” Jinyoung hums, rearranging them so that they are on their sides so he can remove the scarves from around his lover’s wrists and eyes.
They spend the next several minutes kissing lazily, enjoying the silence of the dorm and the satisfaction of really good sex. Jinyoung doesn’t feel bad that his plans to woo the man in his arms was scrapped, knowing that this outcome was more fulfilling for the both of them. Once their afterglow wears off a little they take turns cleaning each other up, Jinyoung making sure to be extra careful around Yugyeom’s sensitive rim, the plug pulsing slightly as he twitches anyway.
“I am sorry for the prank, Gyeom.” Jinyoung hums quietly and Yugyeom just nods, kissing his forehead and curling into his arms.
“I know, hyung. It’s okay. Get some sleep.”
“I was supposed to be taking care of you,” Jinyoung yawns, resting his face in the crook of Yugyeom’s neck, “not the other way around.”
“We take care of each other, hyung. It’s what we all do.”