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The rope around his wrist burns deliciously as he tugs at them, eager to touch the man in front of him. He whines in the back of his throat, wanting to please, to touch the man standing before him.
But this is his punishment for disobeying. Yoongi was in Seokjin’s lap, grinding down with purpose as lips clashed, tongues intertwined and heavy panting when Seokjin had gotten a call from Taehyung, the store manager from the restaurant Seokjin owned.
Taehyung had blabbed nonsense about how a customer was demanding to see the owner after a small scuffle with Jungkook. He couldn’t make out the words Taehyung was saying, talking a mile a minute with run on sentences, and he had to hang up and tell Yoongi he’d be back in a little while so he can sort out the mess.
Yoongi began to whine, clinging onto Seokjin’s shoulders while pleading him not to leave— he knew it was important, but he had all this pent up sexual frustration he needed to let out, the only way Seokjin could help him relieve his urges. Seokjin pressed a small kiss to his lips, telling Yoongi he’d be back in thirty minutes, forty five minutes, tops.
One hour turned into two, and Yoongi thought, fuck it, and began to touch himself, searching through the box hidden underneath their bed to grab at his favorite dildo, one he and Seokjin used often.
He was so, SO close to his release, when the door had clicked open twenty minutes later, and Seokjin stood silently as he watched Yoongi ride the dildo with vigor, desperate for release.
While disappointed, Seokjin couldn’t help but be entranced, watching as Yoongi’s skin glistened with sweat underneath the dim lights in the bedroom, the way Yoongi’s face scrunched up in pleasure, loud moans coming out of his mouth. His legs were tensing, shaking, his bouncing becoming faster as he neared his orgasm. Seokjin quietly tsked, making his way silently to where Yoongi was positioned at the bed, and grabbed Yoongi’s cock with a hard squeeze.
Yoongi startled, brought out of his lusted haze as Seokjin’s grip tightened. The flash of disappointment and arousal shone through his eyes, and Yoongi felt so small at the piercing eyes boring into his.
“You just couldn’t wait, could you?” Seokjin tsked again with a slight shake to his head. “What are the rules, baby?”
Yoongi murmurs quietly as he fiddled with his fingers, trying to subtly squirm away from Seokjin’s touch. Seokjin notices, and gives another hard squeeze, making Yoongi squeak.
“What was that?” Seokjin demanded.
“Not to touch myself while daddy’s away!” Yoongi practically moans as Seokjin loosens his grip to give a few tugs at his throbbing erection, leaking with precum.
“You’ve been a bad boy. Looks like I need to bring Stopper out, right baby?”
Yoongi nods slowly, not meeting Seokjin’s gaze.
“Good boy. You know the position.” Seokjin says as he turns on his heel to head to the closet, assuming Yoongi would listen. And he does, Yoongi doesn’t want to disappoint Seokjin any more than he has already, so he lies down on his back, arms and legs stretched out to his sides, and waits.
He can hear Seokjin moving around, and the adrenaline rushes through his veins. He can hear the rummaging, and it causes his heart rate to speed up. He’s eager, maybe too eager; he wants Seokjin to just fucking touch him already, he doesn’t want to wait another minute. As he ruts into the air, he starts to beg.
“Seokjin, please” he moans, just as Seokjin stands and faces him, one hand holding Blocky, the cock ring Yoongi had a love/hate relationship with.
He loved being on edge, he loved the way Seokjin’s pupils dilated with lust as he watched Yoongi come so so close to releasing, basking in the way Yoongi would squirm under his teasing.
“Why should I reward you, Yoongichi? You broke the rules. Now lie still so I can put Stopper on you.” Seokjin said with a smirk, voice heavy and full of need.
Seokjin walked over to Yoongi, putting a blindfold, feather, a black vibrator, and a small half empty bottle of lube on the bed as he fiddles with the ring in one hand. As he puts it on, Seokjin can feel Yoongi melt under his touch as he lightly strokes his hard member. And god, how he wants to see Yoongi fall apart under him, with just his light touches.
“I’m going to put the blind fold on now.” Seokjin says as he reaches for it, placing it on Yoongi’s head and over his eyes. A chaste kiss to Yoongi’s lips, and Yoongi whines. It was too short for his liking.
Seokjin is quiet as he paddles around the room, leaving Yoongi to guess where he’d appear near him next. He reaches for the feather, bringing it to Yoongi’s bare chest, and runs it down his torso. One hand comes up to fiddle with the hard buds on his chest, pinching it lightly. Yoongi moans as he arches into the touch.
It’s gonna be one hell of a night judging by the way Seokjin chuckles darkly in his ear, whispering, “I have so, SO much planned for you tonight baby boy.”
Yoongi could only whimper in response.