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“Joon-ah?” Seokjin calls, as he lets himself into the house, shutting the door behind him. He hears a door shut upstairs, then footsteps, before Namjoon appears at the top of the steps, all dimples and a warm smile. “There you are.”
“You’re back early,” Namjoon says, as he comes down the stairs. He kisses Seokjin softly, then helps him out of his jacket, hanging it up on the coatrack as Seokjin kneels to untie his shoes. “Good day at work?”
“Slow,” Seokjin says, as he straightens. He leans in to capture another kiss from Namjoon, smiling against his mouth. “Couldn’t stop thinking about you.”
When he pulls back, Namjoon’s cheeks are warm, pink, and Seokjin pats his cheek, before he continues further into the house. “About me?” Namjoon says, trailing after Seokjin, hands in the pockets of his sweatpants. “What about me?” He follows Seokjin into the kitchen, wrapping his arms around his waist when Seokjin pulls the fridge door open. “Hm?”
“Well,” Seokjin murmurs, lacing their fingers together and squeezing, “you looked so sexy this morning, with your glasses.”
“Ah,” Namjoon says. “Ah, hyung, really—”
“I couldn’t help but think,” Seokjin continues, before he shuts the fridge and turns to face Namjoon, one eyebrow raised, “about how sexy you’d look on your knees.”
Namjoon’s pupils dilate, and Seokjin laughs to himself, a moment before Namjoon pushes him against the fridge, pinning him there. “Yeah?” he says, and Seokjin tilts his head back, all power and arousal, leaving a thrill running through Namjoon. “And what do I get if I do? What’re you gonna do, if I get on my knees for you?”
Seokjin reaches up, grasping Namjoon’s jaw in one hand, pressing his thumb hard against it. “What would my Joon-ah like, hm?” He fists his other hand in Namjoon’s shirt, tugging him impossibly closer, a moment before Namjoon pushes a thigh in between Seokjin’s legs, allowing their crotches to slot together. They moan softly in unison, before Seokjin pulls him in for a kiss, nowhere near as chaste as their earlier ones. This kiss is filled with teeth, sharp and biting, tugging on lips. Namjoon ruts forward, and Seokjin laughs breathlessly against his mouth. “Tell me, darling. Tell hyung what you want.”
Namjoon doesn’t answer immediately; instead, he sinks his fingers into Seokjin’s hair and pulls, hard enough to jerk his head back, giving himself a better angle to kiss him from. Seokjin makes a low sound in his throat that reminds Namjoon of a growl, before he thrusts his hips up, rutting his cock against him.
“You’re cheating,” Namjoon grunts into his mouth.
“So are you,” Seokjin shoots back, before he grabs Namjoon’s ass through his jeans. “Tell me what you want, Joon-ah, and I’ll do it.”
“I want to top tonight,” Namjoon says, and Seokjin laughs. “I’ll get on my knees for you, if you let me top you.”
“Only if you agree that we can swap tomorrow night,” Seokjin says, and Namjoon nods jerkily, before he pulls Seokjin away from the fridge, heading towards the stairs. “Keep those fucking glasses on, darling.”
“Are you gonna wear yours tomorrow, hyung?”
Seokjin growls at him, then pushes Namjoon down, as they’re halfway up the stairs. Namjoon laughs softly, then turns onto his back, to face Seokjin. “Change of plans,” Seokjin says, and Namjoon snorts quietly. “You’re being a tease.”
“Am I?” Namjoon asks, tilting his head to the side, before he rakes his fingers through his hair, pushing it off of his forehead. “I didn’t notice.”
“Brat,” Seokjin says, before he kneels down, pushing Namjoon’s legs apart. “You’re being a brat, Joon-ah—”
“Oh, what, and you’re never a brat?” he reaches for Seokjin, sinking his fingers into his hair and tugging. “Coming home, telling me all about how you were thinking about me in my glasses at work, you’re such a tease—”
“Take your clothes off,” Seokjin says, voice low and dangerous. “Namjoon. Now.”
“Or what?” Namjoon demands. “What’re you gonna do if I don’t, hyung?”
Seokjin digs his fingers into Namjoon’s thighs, pushing his legs open wider, until Namjoon bares his teeth at him. “You really wanna do this tonight?”
“You’re the one who decided to stop us on our way to the bedroom,” Namjoon says dismissively. “I thought we had a good thing going, but I guess not.”
Namjoon watches intently as Seokjin’s upper lip twitches dangerously. It’s a look that he hasn’t seen very often, one that he only sees when he’s really riling his husband up. He tilts his head to one side, then the other, smiling sweetly at Seokjin, who doesn’t break eye contact, that gaze dark, intense, unreadable.
“Namjoon,” Seokjin says slowly. “We should stop.”
Namjoon takes a deep breath, then reaches for Seokjin, offering his hand. Seokjin’s eyes narrow slightly, before he nods, lacing their fingers together, squeezing tightly. “We could,” he says softly, then pauses, considering. “We could still play. It doesn’t—no one needs to get on their knees, we don’t have to keep up this… power thing, we could just—”
“Yeah,” Seokjin whispers, “yes, let’s do that.”
Namjoon nods, as Seokjin shifts, standing from where he kneels between Namjoon’s legs. Namjoon rises a moment later, and they make their way upstairs, heading for the bedroom. He can feel Seokjin’s fingers trembling in his hold, can see tension in the line of his shoulders, and when they pause inside the bedroom, Namjoon looks at him, their gazes locking.
“Hyung,” Namjoon says quietly, before he leans in, pressing their foreheads together. “It’s okay. Relax, breathe, it’s okay. You didn’t hurt me.”
“I could have.”
“You didn’t,” Namjoon reminds him, then kisses Seokjin on the cheek. “I should know better than to push you.”
“And I should know better than to treat you like a submissive,” Seokjin sighs quietly. “I’m sorry.”
“Me too,” Namjoon whispers. He nuzzles against Seokjin’s cheek, then exhales. “We can still—”
“Yeah,” Seokjin says. “I’m shaking.”
“I know,” Namjoon murmurs. “Let me help you take the edge off, yeah?” Seokjin nods, and Namjoon smiles, then kisses his cheek again. His mouth drags down to Seokjin’s jaw, mouthing sloppily at the skin as he slowly backs Seokjin towards the bed, undoing his work slacks slowly, dragging the zipper down. He helps Seokjin step out of them, before he nudges him back, until Seokjin sinks down onto the bed, pulling Namjoon with him. “I love you,” Namjoon says as he reaches for Seokjin’s hand, bringing it up to his mouth to kiss his knuckles. “I love you, you know that.”
“I do,” Seokjin whispers. “I love you, too, more than anything. Forever.”
“Forever,” Namjoon echoes. He kisses the wedding ring on Seokjin’s finger, and Seokjin smiles, before he touches Namjoon’s cheek, caressing the soft skin there. “Can I touch you?”
“Yes,” Seokjin says. “Here, come here, I’ll touch you, too. We can touch together.” Namjoon smiles, then climbs onto the bed beside him. He shoves his pants down, then lies down beside Seokjin, kissing him on the cheek before he lines their cocks up, wrapping his hand around both of them.
Seokjin smiles at him, then tucks Namjoon’s hair behind his ear, caressing his cheek before he reaches down, to wrap his own hand around their dicks. They stroke slowly, merely watching each other, sharing breath, before Namjoon closes the minuscule gap between their mouths and kisses him. Seokjin hums quietly, then licks into his mouth, smiling warmly when Namjoon breaks away to gasp for breath.
“Let me see you come,” Seokjin whispers, kissing him again. “Hm?”
“You too,” Namjoon breathes. Seokjin nods, and Namjoon’s hand speeds up on their cocks, stroking faster. Namjoon gasps into his mouth, before his hips jerk forward, grinding against Seokjin. “Ah—”
“Go on,” Seokjin murmurs, running his fingers through Namjoon’s hair. “I want to see.”
When Namjoon comes, it’s wet and messy and sloppy, accompanied by him biting into Seokjin’s shoulder, hard enough that Seokjin knows it’ll leave a mark. Seokjin sets a hand on the back of his head, holding him close, before he thrusts his hips up, grinding against Namjoon’s thigh. “Come on, come.”
“Demanding,” Seokjin says softly, a smile in his voice before he kisses the top of Namjoon’s head. He thrusts again, then lets his eyelids flutter, as Namjoon’s grip on his cock tightens. Namjoon keeps stroking, thumbing over the head of Seokjin’s cock, right up until the moment that Seokjin grits his teeth, moaning low and deep as he comes. His cock spills, making a mess over both of their hands, and they both watch, enraptured, as Namjoon releases their cocks slowly, peeling his fingers off one by one.
Seokjin’s gaze flicks up, their eyes locking. “I love you,” he says, and Namjoon smiles, chest heaving as he fights to catch his breath.
“I love you, too,” Namjoon breathes. He turns onto his back, staring up at the ceiling for a few seconds, before he turns his head, to look at Seokjin. “Hyung, you’re so handsome.”
Seokjin snorts, then leans towards him, kissing him gently. “Not as handsome as you.”
Namjoon snorts. “Okay, hyung.”
Seokjin laughs, before he wraps his arm around Namjoon’s shoulders, pulling him closer, squeezing. Namjoon burrows against him, throwing an arm around his waist and a leg across his thighs. “Mm,” Seokjin hums thoughtfully, before he kisses Namjoon’s hair gently. “I had a thought today.”
Namjoon hums, blinking slowly, sleepy. Seokjin ruffles his hair gently, before he speaks again, voice a low rumble underneath Namjoon.
“Actually, it was while I was thinking about you. And I’d forgotten about it, until that… whole exchange happened, just a bit ago.” Namjoon offers him a sleepy nod, nuzzling into his chest as Seokjin continues to play with his hair. “I was thinking about… you know.”
“Hm?”
“You know what,” Seokjin says, and oh, yes, when he says it like that, Namjoon knows exactly what he’s referring to. “And I think… I mean, I know we’ve talked about—”
“Hyung,” Namjoon whispers.
“I’m not suggesting we break up,” Seokjin says quietly. “I would never suggest that, I love you too much to suggest that, but we both know that we’re not getting everything we need out of this.”
Namjoon stays where he is for a moment longer, before he shifts, squirming so he can meet Seokjin’s gaze again, eyes bleary, half-asleep. “I don’t mind,” he says. “I would give up a great deal more, if it meant I got to keep you.”
“Namjoon-ah,” Seokjin murmurs, kissing his forehead. “You and I both know that we can play without messing up what we have between us. And we know that it doesn’t have to be even remotely sexual if we don’t want to.” Namjoon blinks at him for a moment, before Seokjin speaks again. “I know that it’s been hard for you, I can see it in your eyes, I can—I can feel it, when I say things to you that I wouldn’t say to another Dominant. And I think you know that it’s been driving me nuts to not—to not be able to play.”
“I know,” Namjoon says, and he looks so dejected when he says it that Seokjin’s chest clenches with all kinds of guilt. He kisses Namjoon on the forehead again, petting his hair to try and soothe him.
“That’s not your fault,” Seokjin says quietly. “We made our choice, we knew what we were getting into. We knew that we wouldn’t be able to… to play like that, not really. Please don’t be upset.” He kisses Namjoon on the cheek this time, mouth lingering there. “I wouldn’t give you up for the world, darling. But I want you to know that if you wanted to play with someone, you could.”
“Do you want to play with someone else?”
“I think it’s a solution to our problem, but if you don’t want that to be the solution, if that’s a limit for you, darling, then tell me that, and I’ll never mention it again. I wouldn’t ever touch someone without your permission, ever.”
Namjoon exhales quietly. He thinks for a moment, before he takes a deep breath, then tilts his head slightly, to kiss Seokjin on the mouth. “I won’t lie and say that I’ve never thought about it. You’re right, it would be a solution.”
“We can talk about it later,” Seokjin whispers, before he kisses Namjoon again, on the mouth, then the cheek, then the forehead. “You take a quick little nap, hm? And when you wake up, we can make dinner, and then tomorrow, after we’re home from work, we can talk about this again.”
“I love you,” Namjoon says again. “We’ll figure this out.”
“We will,” Seokjin agrees, smiling. “I love you dearly.”
— — —
“And what exactly,” Namjoon asks quietly, as Seokjin takes his hand, helping him out of the car, “do we think we’re going to achieve tonight, by coming here?”
Seokjin smiles warmly at him, then squeezes Namjoon’s fingers. “We gave up this part of our life two years ago,” he says, “and I think our first step in… solving our issue, should be reconnecting with something that we both lost.” He links their arms together, then tugs Namjoon down the sidewalk, heading towards the establishment at the end of the block. Namjoon has those glasses on again, hair styled off of his forehead, and Seokjin can’t help the way that his eyes linger on his husband’s face. “Besides, those guest passes from when we were members here were about to expire - it would have been a terrible waste to just throw them out.”
Namjoon snorts, leaning against Seokjin. “You wanted an excuse to dress up.”
“I wanted an excuse to see you all dressed up,” Seokjin corrects quietly. “I miss getting to see you all…” he gestures, “like this.”
Namjoon rolls his eyes. “You see me dressed up all the time.”
“Not like this,” Seokjin says, plucking at the leather harness that clings to the bulk of Namjoon’s chest, laid over the dark silk of his shirt. “Not all… kinky.”
“Shut up,” Namjoon mutters.
Seokjin wiggles his eyebrows, as he pulls the door to the club open, letting Namjoon enter first before he follows him into the waiting room.
“Well, I’ll be damned.”
Seokjin’s eyes immediately find the slight man waiting at the counter, leaning back against it as he considers Seokjin and Namjoon. “Yoongi,” he says evenly, linking arms with Namjoon again. “You look good.”
Yoongi preens under the praise, bringing a hand up to fiddle with the collar wrapped around his neck, thin and almost holographic, with a bell and a silver tag dangling from it. His gaze flicks over Seokjin again, before it lands on Namjoon, and Seokjin watches him lick his lips, eyes lingering on Namjoon’s chest.
“Close your mouth, kitten,” they hear, the new voice a low murmur in the otherwise quiet room. Hoseok steps into the room, a woman who can only be the receptionist following behind him. “It’s unbecoming.”
“Everything’s becoming on me,” Yoongi retorts, but he does as he’s told, posture relaxing as Hoseok approaches him, fitting an arm around his waist. “Look who decided to come back.”
Hoseok smiles warmly at Seokjin and Namjoon. “This is a pleasant surprise,” he says. “We’ve missed seeing your faces around here.” He glances at Yoongi, then looks to Namjoon again. “So many unruly boys, without nearly enough Masters to keep them in line.”
Namjoon snorts, rolling his eyes. “We’re not here to pick up a plaything, Hoseok,” he says, and Hoseok hums thoughtfully. “Just to observe.”
“That’s a pity,” Hoseok murmurs. “I know a few playthings that could use a thorough handling by either of Rapture’s Master Kims.” He shrugs, mostly to himself, then turns to Yoongi. “You picked a good day to come and observe, though, didn’t they, precious? Our little friends are bringing in a guest, and we’re going to put on a good show for them, right?”
“Yes,” Yoongi whispers, barely audible to Seokjin and Namjoon. “Yes, Master.”
Hoseok smiles, pleased, then glances back at Seokjin and Namjoon. “We’ll be inside, we’ll do our best to save you a seat. Come and find us when you get through your paperwork.”
“Will do,” Seokjin says, and they watch as Hoseok leads Yoongi away from the desk, and through the double doors that lead into the main part of the club. For a brief moment, they hear the beat of the club’s music, before the door falls shut behind them, and they’re once again plunged into silence. “Huh. Not exactly the combination I would have expected.”
“Hoseok’s wanted him in a collar since they met.”
“Oh, I know,” Seokjin murmurs, as he leads Namjoon to the desk, reaching into his pocket to dig out their guest passes. “I’m surprised that Yoongi reciprocated the feeling.”
The check-in process takes exactly as long as Namjoon remembers, filled with forms that they need to complete, waivers signed, wristbands indicating that they are observers only as well as guests wrapped around their wrists. He recognizes some of the others that enter the building - old acquaintances, subs and doms and switches alike that he and Seokjin had played with before.
Before they’d given this up.
He has to take a moment to reconcile with his feelings - this is a place that neither of them have been to in over two years, since before they got married. They stopped coming by about three months before the wedding, stopped playing at the club when they got engaged, and now…
Now they’re back. Just to watch, just to dip their toes in, but it feels like something more, like something bigger.
Seokjin laces their fingers together, squeezing gently. “You okay?” he asks softly, and Namjoon looks at him. “What’s up?”
“Don’t leave me alone,” Namjoon says, and Seokjin’s eyes soften. “Don’t let go of me.”
“Never,” Seokjin murmurs. He squeezes Namjoon’s hand again, smiling at him. “We don’t have to do this, we can go home. We can leave.” Before he finishes speaking, Namjoon is shaking his head, straightening slightly, squaring his shoulders.
“No, no, I—I want to stay. I want to watch, at least. I just,” he pauses, grip tightening on Seokjin.
“I’ll stay with you,” Seokjin says, smiling. “Don’t you worry, darling. Hyung’ll stay with you.” Namjoon elbows him playfully, and Seokjin laughs breathlessly, before he links their arms together again. “Let’s go, hm? Let’s go find Hoseok and Yoongi.”
The two of them walk to the double doors, and Namjoon lets them into the main club area, allowing the music to envelope them. It looks just as Namjoon remembered, the level that they’re standing on looking down over a main stage. Upstairs, he knows, are small, private rooms that can be rented out by members for personal use.
“This way,” Seokjin murmurs, pulling Namjoon gently through the crowd. It’s not busy, thankfully, and they quickly spot Hoseok sitting at a table by one of the smaller stages, tucked into a corner. There are two others with them, young men that Seokjin doesn’t recognize.
“There you are,” Hoseok says, smiling warmly as they get within earshot. “We saved you seats.” He gestures to the other side of the table, gaze flicking between them for a moment before he speaks again. “Namjoon, Seokjin, this is Jimin, he’s a newer member at the club, and that’s Jungkook, who’s here as Jimin’s guest. Jimin, Jungkook, this is Namjoon, and his husband, Seokjin.”
“Good to meet you,” Jimin says, smiling. “Hoseok’s told me about both of you.”
“Only terrible things, I’m sure,” Seokjin says softly. Namjoon can’t help but notice how Seokjin’s eyes linger on Jimin’s wristbands - red, for taken, and striped black-and-white, meaning switch, before they move to Jungkook’s wrist - blue and lavender, same as the ones that they’re both wearing. “I’m assuming that you met Hoseok through the club, but I’m curious to know where Jungkook comes in.”
“We knew each other in university,” Jimin says, reaching over to ruffle Jungkook’s hair gently, enough to make him blush furiously. “He knew that I was… involved, let’s say, and he asked Taehyung and I a few weeks ago if we could help him start… making connections.” He pauses, taking note of Namjoon’s raised eyebrow, before he speaks again. “Taehyung is my partner, he’s on his way over here.”
Namjoon laces his fingers together, considering Jungkook. “So this is your first foray into our kink community?”
“Yeah,” Jungkook says quietly, nodding quickly. “It—yes.”
Namjoon hums. “You picked a good place to start,” he says. “You’ll certainly learn a lot.”
Hoseok smiles blandly at Jungkook, then looks at Namjoon. “They asked if I would give Jungkook a little taste of submission.”
“You’re a good person to do that,” Seokjin says. Hoseok laughs, glancing over Seokjin’s head as Yoongi comes towards the table, someone else at his side. Yoongi circles the table, then sinks to his knees beside Hoseok’s seat, exhaling quietly when Hoseok sinks his fingers into Yoongi’s hair. “And I’m assuming this is Taehyung?”
“Yes,” Jimin says, as the newcomer takes a seat on the other side of Jungkook. “Yeah, this is my partner, Taehyung; Taehyung, this is Seokjin, and Namjoon.”
“Good to meet you,” Taehyung says quietly, reaching out to shake Seokjin’s hand, then Namjoon’s. He’s wearing the same wristbands as Jimin, and Namjoon files that information away, before he turns to Hoseok, leaving Seokjin to chat with the others.
“Something tells me you’re not going to give Jungkook his first taste.”
Hoseok laughs quietly. “No,” he says. “Yoongi asked me not to, and besides,” he pauses, petting his fingers through Yoongi’s hair, “there are better candidates out there.”
Namjoon makes a thoughtful sound. “Who are you going to refer him to, then?”
“I wasn’t entirely sure,” Hoseok says, tilting his head to the side, “and then you and Seokjin walked through the front door.”
Namjoon has to do a double take, to make sure he’s heard Hoseok correctly. He shakes his head, leaning back in his seat. “No,” he says. “No, Hoseok, that’s—no. I appreciate the thought, but—”
“Appreciate what thought?” Seokjin asks. When Namjoon glances back towards him, he finds that whatever conversation Seokjin had been having with the others is over. “What ideas are you putting in my husband’s head, Seok-ah?”
“He wants us to play with Jungkook,” Namjoon says, leaning towards him slightly, and Seokjin reaches for him, wrapping his arm around Namjoon.
“Once,” Hoseok says, gaze flitting between them. “Just one time, just to give him an idea, I’m not suggesting that you start sleeping with him—”
“Hoseok,” Seokjin says, and Hoseok closes his mouth immediately. “Tell me you didn’t volunteer us for something.”
“I didn’t!” Hoseok says. “I wouldn’t. I didn’t even—it didn’t occur to me that you two might be a good option until I saw you come in here.”
“A good option, huh?” Seokjin says quietly. “Hoseok, there’s a reason you haven’t seen us here in two years, it’s because we stepped away from the community. What in the hell made you think we were a good option?”
“Oh, come on,” Hoseok says incredulously. “I don’t even know how many submissives you two have trained between the two of you, you trained me, you’re a great option.”
Namjoon and Seokjin look at each other, something unspoken passing between them. Seokjin raises an eyebrow, then tilts his head to the side, and Seokjin blinks, all slow and contemplative, before he looks towards Jungkook again. “Jungkook-ssi,” he says, and Jungkook looks at him quickly, all wide-eyed and curious. Namjoon swallows thickly when he sees the look in his eyes, all starry and sweet.
“Yes?” Jungkook says quietly, a pretty little smile on his face that piques Namjoon’s interest.
Namjoon watches as Seokjin laces his fingers together, considering Jungkook with curious eyes. “I’m curious about what you’re hoping to try.”
Jungkook’s cheeks burn red, eyes widening slightly as he squirms in his seat, and Namjoon immediately squashes the dirty, filthy thought that pops into his head. None of that, not tonight, not before he and Seokjin can have a good, long talk about this.
“I mean,” Jungkook says, then rakes his fingers through his hair. “I don’t really know exactly, since I’ve never—you know.”
“Jungkook,” Seokjin says, and something in Namjoon’s stomach swoops at the low rumble of his voice. It’s unfairly attractive that he can do that, almost without trying, and Namjoon can see the effect that it has on Jungkook, a shiver running through him. Jimin and Taehyung glance at each other, and Taehyung quirks an eyebrow, before he gets up, moving to sit beside Jimin instead of sandwiching Jungkook between them. Jungkook doesn’t even seem to notice, trapped in Seokjin’s gaze.
“Yeah?”
“Relax,” Seokjin says, and Jungkook huffs out a breathless laugh. “We’re not going to make fun of you, no matter what you say. Namjoon and I have both tried just about everything, with a few exceptions, and we want to help you find someone who might be able to… teach you a thing or two.”
“Right,” Jungkook says, then swallows. “I mean, I know I want to… to submit. I don’t really have an interest in being on the other side of it.” He laughs quietly, nervous, and Namjoon hums. “I want to try bondage, I know that, and I—”
He cuts himself off, pressing his palms to his cheeks, making a high-pitched, embarrassed noise that sounds entirely too much like a whine.
“Would it help if we left?” Jimin asks quietly. Jungkook must have forgotten that he was there, because he spooks, nearly falling out of his chair. Instinctually, Seokjin reaches for him, as if he could stop Jungkook from falling from where he’s sitting on the other side of the table, and Jungkook, without thinking, grabs his hand, squeezing hard.
Namjoon hadn’t thought that Jungkook’s eyes could get any wider, but apparently he’d been wrong about that. A moment later, he lets go of Seokjin, shoving his hand into his lap, cheeks flaming red. “Sorry,” he says, and Seokjin smiles fondly at him. “I, ah, Jimin-hyung, I—”
“We’ll go,” Jimin says quietly. He gets to his feet, pulling Taehyung along with him. “You three have fun! Hoseok-hyung, you and Yoongi-hyung should go get—”
“Ready for our scene, yes, thank you, Jimin,” Hoseok says, shooing Jimin away with one hand. “Namjoon-ah, Seokjin-ah, would you mind keeping Jungkook company while Yoongi and I are doing our demonstration? I’m sure he’d appreciate not being left alone.”
“Is that alright with you?” Namjoon asks, meeting Jungkook’s gaze.
“Yes,” Jungkook whispers. “Yes, that’s… yes.”
“Alright,” Hoseok says. He stands, then holds out a hand for Yoongi, who takes it, allowing Hoseok to pull him to his feet. “I’m glad that you two decided to come by tonight. Behave yourselves.” He tugs on Yoongi’s hand, then leads him away from the table. As soon as they’re out of earshot, Namjoon turns his attention back to Jungkook, who’s still blushing furiously.
“We don’t have to keep talking about it, if you don’t want to,” Seokjin says after a moment of silence.
Jungkook’s gaze darts between Seokjin and Namjoon quickly, before he exhales shakily. “I want to,” he whispers. “I want—It’s better if I know that I can talk about it.”
“Like practicing for the real thing,” Namjoon says, and Jungkook nods quickly. “That’s smart.”
“He’s right, that’s very smart of you,” Seokjin says, in that warm, soft way that he does when he’s pleased, and Jungkook shivers, blinking quickly. “You want to try bondage, and what else?”
Jungkook swallows thickly. He looks between them again, before he ducks his head, all shy and soft. “I wanna obey.”
Seokjin glances at Namjoon, their gazes locking for a moment. Namjoon’s eyes narrow slightly, considering, before he nods. Seokjin raises an eyebrow, curious, and Namjoon nods again.
“You want to be a good boy?” Seokjin asks softly, and Jungkook bites his lip, eyelids fluttering. “Tell me what else.”
Jungkook makes that high-pitched, frantic little sound again, and Namjoon smiles warmly at him. “Stop talking like that,” Jungkook breathes, another shiver running through him. “It makes me all—” he waves his hand, in place of an explanation, and Seokjin laughs quietly, dragging his fingers through his hair.
“Relax,” Seokjin says softly. “Take a deep breath, Jungkook-ah.” Jungkook does as he’s told, and Seokjin smiles at him. “Would you rather talk to Namjoon? Would that be better?”
“Maybe?” Jungkook whispers. “You’re—you just. You have a very… your voice is… a lot?”
“It is,” Namjoon agrees quietly. “Here, why don’t you talk to me, Jungkook-ah. Tell me what else you want to try.”
Jungkook blinks at him for a few moments, before he speaks, voice shaky. “Spanking. I wanna—I wanna try that.”
“Mhm,” Namjoon hums, nodding slowly. “Just with hands, or…”
“Or other things,” Jungkook breathes out. He’s starting to tremble, body pulled taut, and Namjoon is still squashing all sorts of unbidden feelings that are bubbling up in his chest. He wants Jungkook, in a way that he hasn’t wanted anyone since he met Seokjin, but that want is tinged with guilt, heavy in his throat. “I want to learn.”
Namjoon glances at Seokjin again. Seokjin blinks slowly, as Namjoon searches his eyes for a moment, before he dips his chin in a tiny nod.
“Jungkook,” Namjoon says levelly, “do you want us to teach you?”
Jungkook swallows thickly, looking between them. He looks so sweet, so innocent, a picture reminiscent of the submissives that Namjoon used to play with, before Seokjin.
Good boy.
He just knows that Jungkook would shudder under the praise, would whine all sweet and breathy. His cock would probably twitch, drooling and wet…
He might even come.
“Yes,” Jungkook whispers, blinking at Namjoon. His arousal, his want, is written all over his face, and it makes Namjoon crazy. “Yes, I do, I want you—I want you both to teach me.”
Seokjin huffs out a soft little laugh, nudging Namjoon with his elbow. “Looks like Hoseok is getting what he wanted.”
Namjoon snorts. “Looks that way,” he says quietly. “Jungkook, I’m going to give you my number, okay? And if you still want us to teach you in the morning, you can text me.” Jungkook nods quickly, and Namjoon grins at him, watching intently as Jungkook reaches into his pocket for his phone, passing it over. He puts his number in, then passes it back to Jungkook, who pockets it, smiling shyly.
“We should go watch Hoseok-ah’s demonstration downstairs,” Seokjin says quietly. “Jungkook, would you like to come with us? We’ll behave ourselves.”
“Yeah,” Jungkook whispers.
“Let’s go, then.” Seokjin stands, then offers a hand to Namjoon, who takes it and gets to his feet. Jungkook rises a moment later, blushing bright red when Seokjin holds out a hand for him to take. After a moment, Jungkook does, and Seokjin squeezes his fingers gently, before he leads them both away from the table, towards the stairs.
— TBC. —