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So. Quick science lesson. People with ADHD are shortchanged on dopamine. Their brains don't release or produce enough on their own. This means they’re more likely to seek activities that will give them that sweet, sweet dopamine hit. One option of which is orgasms. This wasn’t usually a problem for Yoongi. With six boyfriends there was pretty much always someone willing to give him some action whenever he wanted, and when there wasn’t he was plenty adept at using his hand. He’d have an orgasm and get on with life. Sometimes however, he got insatiable. It could be fun, especially when it involved one (or more) of the others. He wasn’t always good at stopping himself when it was just him all by his lonesome however. Enter Namjoon. Quite literally in fact.
He’d walked into Yoongi’s bedroom intending on asking if he’d mind if he climbed in bed with him. He hadn’t expected to find him with his dick in hand and a dildo buried deep in his hole. His first inclination was to start stripping and join him, but before he could even reach for his navy blue Dragonite pajama bottoms he realized that both Yoongi and his bed were a wet mess, his dick red in a un-fun, rubbed raw sort of way. Sighing, he walked over and grabbed his hand once he’d finished coming for the umpteenth time. It was a dry orgasm, which was testament to how long he’d been going at it. “No more hyung,” he said firmly. He watched Yoongi’s face as he started pouting, until the realization of how sore and gross he felt set in and his expression changed to a slightly wide-eyed look of embarrassment. “It’s okay,” he gently added as he reached down and carefully removed the dildo. Yoongi still winced, his hole puffy and red, and flopped down on the bed, utterly exhausted.
“Everything hurts,” he said, staring at the ceiling, resolutely refusing to look at Namjoon, even though this wasn’t the first time he'd had to stop him like this. “My stomach, my thighs, my hips, my back, my dick…” he yawned, already close to drifting off.
“Your hole?” Namjoon offered with a soft laugh.
“That too,” he admitted, even as he flipped him off, still not meeting his eyes. Namjoon snorted and kissed him on one pink cheek.
“I’ll be right back,” he said and padded out of the bedroom. Yoongi was half asleep by the time he returned, but he cracked one eye open when he heard Namjoon's footsteps. “I’m not gonna make you take a bath or shower tonight,” he explained as he sat down on the bed, carefully avoiding the wet patches, “but I am gonna wipe you down.” He started gently rubbing Yoongi with a warm, wet washcloth.
“Feels good,” he mumbled, “thank you.” Namjoon smiled fondly at him, thoroughly wiping every inch of his currently boneless boyfriend.
“You’re welcome hyung,” he replied softly. He gently moved his legs apart so he could examine his hole to make sure he hadn’t injured himself. Once he was satisfied that he was okay, he grabbed the bigger towel he’d brought with him. “You have to get properly cleaned off in the morning though,” he insisted as he dried him off.
“Deal. Jus’ not now,” Yoongi insisted sleepily. Namjoon chuckled.
“No, not now,” he agreed. He finished and tossed the towels into Yoongi’s laundry basket before opening one of his dresser drawers and selecting a pair of Batman boxer briefs from inside. Carrying them over to the bed, he slipped them over Yoongi’s feet and up his pale, slender legs. He had to lift him to get them fully on, Yoongi being too exhausted to be of any help. “My poor baby hyung,” Namjoon said, fondly amused as scooped him fully into his arms once he was done.
“You too?” Yoongi grumbled at Namjoon’s use of the nickname.
“Me too,” Namjoon replied with a grin. He carried him out of the room, leaving the sheets to be dealt with the next day, even though Seokjin would no doubt fuss at them if he found them first. He was willing to take the risk, more concerned about giving Yoongi aftercare than doing laundry. His first stop was the kitchen, where he carefully fixed a cup of water and grabbed a bag of honey butter chips. He sat down at the kitchen table with Yoongi on his lap and handed him the cup. “Drink at least some of it hyung,” he instructed. Yoongi nodded and took a sip, then started chugging it once he realized how thirsty he actually was. He drank all of it and set the cup down, panting slightly. Namjoon gave him a moment to catch his breath, gently stroking his hair, before passing him the chips. He took them and dug in without arguing. Once he’d eaten his fill, Namjoon got up again, putting the bag up and the cup in the sink.
“Bed now?” Yoongi mumbled, nuzzling against his chest.
“Yeah. Mine, not yours though,” he replied, gently teasing. Yoongi flipped him off again, making him laugh. He carried him into his bedroom and laid him down on his bed. “I’ll be right back,” he said, giving him a kiss before hurrying off to the bathroom. He grabbed a tub of muscle ache cream, which they kept plenty of around, mostly for after dance practices, and went back to his room.
“Thank you,” Yoongi said gratefully when he saw what Namjoon was holding.
“You’re welcome hyung,” Namjoon replied, smiling as he joined him on the bed and started rubbing cream into his thighs, hips, and stomach. He wasn’t surprised when Yoongi was asleep by the time he was done. He set the tub on his nightstand and settled them both under the covers, holding him close protectively. His last thought before he joined Yoongi in sleep was to make sure he ate a good breakfast the next day.