a/n: for hoseok-wants-the-v because reasons.

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“so this is your idea of fun?” namjoon rattles the cuffs chaining his wrists to either bed posts. the cold metal cuts into his wrists just enough for it to be uncomfortable, but not enough to break skin. he quirks a brow questioningly as he gazes up at seokjin straddling his waist, a small smile playing on the elder’s lips.

although never one to submit himself under anyone’s command, namjoon finds this entire situation more than thrilling.

“yeah, isn’t it great?” seokjin cracks the leather whip on the wall above the headboard, and namjoon flinches infinitesimally away from the side seokjin is wielding the whip. seokjin and any object of weaponry makes namjoon feel just a tad bit nervous. “call me master, bitch.”

namjoon would rather die than to admit it, but he finds seokjin’s rare display of dominance rather refreshing. and arousing, even more so, shooting heat straight down to his already hard cock.

seokjin rolls his hips experimentally, and a moan rumbles deep in namjoon’s chest.

“hey,” namjoon’s breath shudders.

“hm?” seokjin hums playfully.

“come closer,” namjoon whispers, jerking his chin to gesture for seokjin to lean in. curiously, seokjin ducks down to bring his ear closer to namjoon’s mouth.

“what?” seokjin whispers back, fiddling with the whip and rolling it in his hands in anticipation.

“master bitch, why don’t you lick off all this whip cream from my chest?” namjoon replies in a low voice, lifting himself off the bed to graze his teeth across the soft underside of seokjin’s jaw.

“shut up you,” seokjin tries not to smile, pulling back and lightly smacking namjoon’s shoulder with the rolled up whip. but namjoon’s suggestion does sound rather appealing.

“i’m just saying,” namjoon smirks, falling back down on the mattress. “it’s starting to get kinda sticky. and i can feel it melting.”

“you’re lucky i’m not so averse to the idea,” seokjin tosses the whip over the side of the bed and wiggles down lower along namjoon’s body on all fours.

“averse,” namjoon snorts, words catching in his throat when a warm, wet tongue drags a fat stripe up his chest. “this was all your idea,” his voice cracks when seokjin licks a circle around his nipple before sucking lightly.

“mm, that feels nice,” namjoon’s back arches off the bed, arms straining against the restraints.

seokjin continues to travel down lower, slowly, intentionally taking his time lapping up the whip cream on namjoon’s skin.

“brace yourself,” seokjin smiles once he’s settled in between namjoon’s thighs. he curls his fingers around the base of namjoon’s stiff cock to anchor it in place, rubbing his thumb over the slit shining with precum.

“just suck my dick bitch,” namjoon teases, lightly thrusting his hips.near seokjin’s face.

“excuse me?” seokjin raises a brow, placing his free hand flat on namjoon’s hip to press him down.

“suck my dick, bitch, please?” namjoon raises his head to wiggle his brows at seokjin.

but seokjin isn’t having it, slowly beginning to pull away.

“okay okay,” namjoon concedes quickly, wrapping his legs around seokjin’s body to keep him in place. “sorry, master.”

“that’s right, i’m in charge here,” seokjin grins, unwinding namjoon’s legs and repositioning himself.

“master bitch,” namjoon says quickly under his breath, and prepares himself to use his legs again if need be.

but all seokjin does is snort as he dips his head low, using the slick of the whip cream on his lips to smoothly sink his mouth down on namjoon’s cock.

the muscles in namjoon’s stomach tighten as seokjin begins to work up a brisk pace, head bobbing up and down as his thick lips drag against namjoon’s heated flesh. namjoon fights against the urge to fuck into seokjin’s mouth, because seokjin’s palm is holding him in place. and he wants to play nicely by the elder’s rules.

there’s a cramp in namjoon’s arms, and the sweat collecting around his wrists is starting to sting against the cuffs. but none of that really matters as seokjin continues to suck and pull.

when namjoon comes with a heady moan, shooting his load hot and heavy deep in seokjin’s throat, seokjin manages to swallow it all down. he pulls off the tip of namjoon’s cock with a lewd pop, licking the bits of come that had managed to leak passed through the sides of his mouth.

namjoon breathes heavily through his nose, body thrumming and chest heaving as seokjin wiggles back up to press a light kiss on his lips.

“happy birthday,” seokjin smiles, swiping his hand across namjoon’s forehead to sweep the fringe out of his eyes.

“thanks,” namjoon grins, still trying to reorient himself from his post-orgasm haze. but really, his arms are starting to burn. “do you mind?” he shakes his wrists, the chains clanking against each other.

“i dunno,” seokjin hums playfully. “i kinda like you like this, all tied up. i just might leave you like this for a bit longer.”

“but it hurts,” namjoon whines, shaking his wrists again for emphasis.

“fine, fine,” seokjin laughs, rolling off and away from namjoon’s body towards the nightstand.

namjoon settles back down more comfortably, waiting for seokjin to return.

it really was a nice little birthday present.

and a good way to switch things up for a change.

maybe they can try something else next time, like hot wax and a cock ring.

namjoon is cataloging all the different things they can try when a sharp intake of breath breaks through his thoughts.

“oh shit, i can’t find the key!”