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on a way to his room, something caught his attention, making him look out of the window. the next moment, someone caught him. hoseok felt a pair of rather strong arms around his own, and a firm body right behind him. correction - a very strong pair of arms. inescapable. the body was slightly taller and much broader than he was. he tried to turn around but even the idea of it was one of those you should immediately abandon, due to their complete improbability. then, he heard the voice:
- where are you going, hyung?
to my room, isn't this obvious, hoseok wanted to respond but, cautiously, didn't. for some reason, one or the other. he felt one of the arms moving upwards, sliding along his left collarbone just to stop at the base of his neck. for a second, the thumb of the hand got caught in the hem of his shirt but then the whole limb moved on to properly get a grip of his throat, just above the adam's apple. his blood pressure sped up a little, for a reason.
- jungkook? what. are you doing? - hoseok managed to get out of himself.
- um, nothing. just, you know, playin'. - he moved his thumb up and down the side of hoseok's neck. this felt weird. the man swallowed; the feeling of jungkook's hand made it harsh.
- why are you doing this, then? - he tried to sound bored, as if he wouldn't mind but the whole ordeal just didn't make any sense.
- oh, you must know exactly why i am - the hand moved higher towards hoseok's chin. - if you're allowed to explore your kinks freely, then why am i not?
hoseok closed his eyes. that was it, he didn't have any right to tell jungkook off, not really. not after several years of-
- you strangle us whenever you want, hyung. i thought you would want to enjoy the feeling of it yourself, too. don't you enjoy it? - his grip got a little tighter, and hoseok didn't know if it was supposed to threaten him or if it wasn't intended. meanwhile, the other arm slid to his waist to keep him even closer to the specimen behind. he was beginning to feel lightheaded.
- is this supposed to teach me a lesson or whatever? - hoseok heard his own voice sounding way too weak to constitute any real opposition to the younger's actions, and this frustrated him even more.
- this- no, why. i just wanted to see how it is, and, you know, i kinda get it now - jungkook's hand moved to the back of his hyung's neck and pressed delicately, as if trying out, on the veins laying so shallowly underneath the thin skin - yeah, i get it. - there was a pause - you feel so... vulnerable. so fragile. as if i could do with you whatever i wanted.
hoseok shuddered involuntarily. he didn't know why. or didn't want to know. he tried to restrain the thought but failed miserably. he was a dom, he's always been a dom so why all of a sudden, the idea of somebody - and jungkook of all people - controlling him in a way turned him on so much? or did it? why did he have to make it sexual suddenly? he scolded himself. it was all just a play, just a stupid punishment, one of the many stupid jungkook's ideas. nowhere near sexual.
- so you do like it, huh?
- what? - this startled hoseok. he wasn't thinking out loud, was he?
- well, from what i can see - and he could hear the smirk in the younger's voice.
- what the hell do you mean - afraid, and knowing all too well what the younger could have meant, he spared a glimpse in the direction of his jeans, although, after jungkook's comment, he needn't. in this very moment, he mentally pulled the trigger to his temple and cursed his bdsm tendencies. his skin started to turn this orange-red shade, as if he had too much to drink. jungkook though, was persistent.
- care to tell me, hyung, what aroused you? - he asked. - was it the fact that i could choke you to death within the next couple of minutes? - hoseok's breath hitched audibly as the younger's fingers pressed harder into his throat - or the general idea of a man, a person maybe, i don't your preferences, sorry, standing so very close to you? - he could feel jungkook's nose nuzzling into the space behind his ear; now, it was not only hard to breathe but also his body's temperature rose, what it seemed to be, a hundred degrees celsius. his blood literally boiled.
- neither. - how was he even able to speak at this point? oh, determination, that must have been it. - jungkook, i can't breathe.
- isn't this, like, the whole point? also, i'm not blocking your airway so, sorry, can't help you - hoseok felt like he was going to faint. and yet the younger ignored his subtle plea completely.
- you're a complex man, jung hoseok - jungkook started, as if sharing some secret truth about the world - i know what it was. you like to be in power, you like when others give in to you. you're self-confident and you know you can turn every situation to your benefit. except not now. now, i could break your tiny bird bones if i wanted. your ego tells you you're powerful but your common sense tells you that, maybe, you're not. and this turns you on. you would never surrender but you want somebody to force you to give up control, to fight you and win. i have to admit, that's pretty fucked up, hyung - the honorific sounded mocking now. jungkook finally loosened up his grip, maybe he himsef got tired. hoseok drew a deep breath, as if he sticked his head out of water too rapidly, wanted to cough but didn't, not to give jungkook the pleasure of hearing him choke. little fucker.
- and what made you jump to this conclusion?
- personal experience - the younger chuckled. he stroked the cartilage in the middle of hoseok's throat several times, it still showing clear imprints of his fingers. somewhere deep in his unconscious, he wished for them to bruise. his left arm having never left his hyung's hips, now climbed under the older's shirt, up his nonexistent abs, so different from his own.
- you know what's funny? - he asked hoseok.
- what? - the other's voice sounded breathy and jungkook at this moment knew he could do whatever it takes to hear it again. strangling his hyung in the middle of a living room where virtually everyone could walk in on them whenever included. he grinned:
- this whole time, you never asked me to stop.