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Usually by the time someone gets home, Yoongi's pretty thirsty.
Yoongi's never ever liked blood from a bag, something about the plastic changes the flavour, to freeze it ruins the consistency, and microwaved blood is just torture on his teeth and tongue. No, Yoongi may be picky but he likes his blood fresh, he likes it licked off warm skin while sitting on someone's lap.
Yoongi only needs to feed about twice a day and he gets his morning feeding in every day, but a whole day of work is long and stressful, so yeah.
Usually by the time someone gets home Yoongi's pretty thirsty.
He sits ready on the couch wearing his floppy black sweater and black shorts, his tongue passing over his lips, catching on his little fangs every swipe. He looks out the window and it's still light out, which hurts his eyes but he'll endure it because Hoseok is going to drive up any minute. Today Hoseok gets off work early and is coming home to him first.
Yoongi's throat is parched, his teeth and tongue drier than bones, but he's also eager to see him because he's missed him. Yoongi likes staying home in his Cave but it gets pretty lonely very fast, and on top of that he's been feeling really needy all day.
When he catches sight of the sparkling black sleek car, tinted windows and all, Yoongi can barely keep his butt down on the couch, leaning over the arm up on his knees, eager to see Hoseok drive up and turn off the car. He steps out wearing sunglasses, his black hair shining in the sunlight, and Yoongi can’t keep from shaking with excitement.
He comes in and Yoongi can't stop the smile that spreads over his face, giddy and delighted as he reaches out to him. Hoseok reaches back, grinning widely, tangling their fingers together. "Hey baby! Missed you today."
Yoongi grips his hand, tugging him close, savoring his delicious smell. It's almost like a dog’s, but without any nasty undertones. Earthy and animalistic and so mouthwatering. Yoongi doesn't know what he loves so much about his two humans, but he's completely addicted. He brings Hoseok's finger to his mouth, instantly nibbling.
Hoseok chuckles softly and moves back to hang up his coat, letting Yoongi keep his finger. His short, gummy teeth press to the skin but don't bite, just savoring the taste as Yoongi lets himself relax and fill his senses with Hoseok. The sight of him, the taste and smell, the feel against his tongue, is all fantastic. He gums happily, feels grounded, and happy. "M'ssed you."
"Oh, baby boy I missed you too." Hoseok murmurs again, coming back to cradle Yoongi's cheeks in his hands, lift his face and kiss his mouth. Yoongi instantly leans into it, wanting kisses forever, but Hoseok pulls back and draws away, going to get ready. Yoongi lets a little sound of protest fall from his lips but he jumps off the couch to run after him.
In the kitchen Hoseok gets a few sanitary wipes, and small blood lancet that works just like a stapler, and a drink for himself. Yoongi waits at his elbow, excited and eager, and follows him as he walks back to the living room and passes it to go to the bedroom. Yoongi’s feeling excited just by the sight of the objects, his teeth are too short and blunt to cleanly bite into skin, so his caretakers have to use this to help him feed.
Hoseok sets his objects down and turns on the lights, sitting on their large bed. Yoongi crawls up next to him, watching Hoseok pass the wipe over his wrist, lift the skin between the stapler-like object and press it down. It clicks loudly and Hoseok's jaw clenches momentarily before he pulls it back. Twin puncture wounds mark his wrist now, the blood welling up quite rapidly. He offers it to Yoongi with a little smile. "Thirsty, baby?"
Yoongi responds with a low whine, tripping over his own knees to get into Hoseok's lap and seal his mouth over the little wounds. The moment the blood hits his tongue the flavour bursts over his taste buds, delicious and hot. Hoseok's eyes are hooded now, his breathing a little more audible as he watches. It coats Yoongi’s mouth like warm liquid chocolate, rushing into his body, bringing him life again. Yoongi gulps the blood in his mouth down and holds his wrist closely, barely able to hold still. He concentrates enough to suck as the blood stops pouring into his mouth, drawing more out to swallow. It's so satisfying, settling deep in his throat, but it leaves something else feeling less satisfied.
Yoongi lets out a low whine between sucks, his hips canting forward into Hoseok's thigh. He can feel his half-hard length rub through the fabric, needing contact. Hoseok notices and lets out a low laugh that makes Yoongi's spine tingle happily.
"Not now, baby. For that you have to wait for Seokjin to come home."
Yoongi frowns, put out by the information, but keeps slowly sucking, taking his fill before finally releasing his arm and licking his lips. Hoseok smiles, wiping his arm with the sanitizing wipe and adding a bandage to stop the gentle bleeding.
"Okay, I'm going to make some dinner. Seokjin should be back in about an hour."
And that's frustrating. Yoongi knows exactly where the new blood he's consumed went – he can feel arousal pulsing hungrily in the pit of his belly, it aches and won't let him concentrate on much else. He manages to arrange his face into a pout, waiting until Hoseok notices and laughs.
"Baby, you have to learn to get riled up at the right times!! I'm hungry when I come home too." He leans in, fingers stroking through Yoongi's hair before he dots a kiss on his forehead. Yoongi leans into the contact, comforted easily. His hands come to rest on Hoseok's chest but Hoseok slips out from underneath him, heading to the kitchen.
It's probably one of the most frustrating hours of his life. Dimly Yoongi knows that this exact schedule happens every week, he shouldn't be surprised anymore, he should learn to cope, but he's just so needy it's hard to. He stays in the bedroom and flops on top of a pillow, slowly humping his hips down against it every now and then, enjoying the sparks of pleasure that shoot through him with his well-placed grinds. He eventually gets bored of the unsatisfying pleasure and gets up to run to the kitchen. He thinks it's been about fifteen minutes but a glance at the clock shows its only been five and Yoongi cries out loud in frustration.
Hoseok notices from where he's stirring a pot full of red liquid. It smells like tomatoes. He pulls away from his cooking, opens the freezer and cracks a full ice cube tray. He takes one out, offering it to Yoongi, who's mouth drops open the moment something comes near.
He jumps up to sit on the counter and chews slowly, enjoying how it numbs his mouth, cracking and melting. Water dribbles down his chin, making his lips glisten. It isn't really distracting, but Yoongi enjoys it anyways, crunching it down into nothing between his blunt little teeth.
Hoseok passes by, holding a spoon, and then stops to look at Yoongi. He reaches down between his legs, suddenly grasping his erection through his pants and giving a few slow, groping fondles that knock the air from Yoongi's lungs. As he's reeling he jerks his hips up into the contact, horny and desperate for the touch. Hoseok laughs softly, releasing him after mere seconds and opening the cupboard nearby that has what he's looking for.
Yoongi whines softly, very displeased with the treatment. He misses Seokjin, Seokjin would probably give him what he wants. Seokjin's less musky, more delicate, intoxifying smell, with rosy undertones. He tells Hoseok as much and Hoseok laughs again, and then tells him there are just forty more minutes.
The forty minutes Yoongi suffers through by taking a rice paddle and slowly chewing on it, the plastic rough against his small teeth. It's not long before it's coated with his venom laced spit, and Yoongi is less than satisfied. He wants something longer, that'll fit in his mouth more properly. He looks to a rolling pin and decides it’s too heavy before settling on the handle of a wooden spoon which he finds in a drawer. He sticks it in his mouth and sucks, savoring how it kind of almost tastes like Hoseok. Both Hoseok and Seokjin like to cook, and Yoongi likes it when they cook together. But that usually only happens during weekends.
Hoseok has a break in cooking and leans down between Yoongi's thighs, hooking his fingers in his shorts and peeling them back. Yoongi whines but lets him, watching his caretaker stare almost like he's fascinated by the hard-on there, taking it easily in his hand and slowly fisting it. Yoongi watches with wide eyes, spreading his legs wider for him.
"So small, fits in my hand so perfect, hmm?" He murmurs, rubbing it more roughly through the fabric so Yoongi drools around the handle between his teeth. He doesn't want to react so much because he knows Hoseok won't give him what he really wants, but he can't help another little whine that leaves him, needy for more touches.
"I would give you some kisses baby, but you've drooled all over your chin and mouth I don't want any of your venom."
Yoongi jerks a little, reaching down to get a paper towel and quickly taking the handle out of his mouth. He wipes up the mess on his chin and lips, showing Hoseok, who chuckles and leans in to press their lips together for a few quick kisses. They're unsatisfying, but sweetness curls inside Yoongi anyways when he sees the love in Hoseok's eyes, feels the tender peck of his lips.
He knows he'll be treated right, if he can just wait until Seokjin gets home. When he sees Hoseok taking out some plates and carefully layering spaghetti onto them, excitement courses through him because there are only ten minutes until Seokjin comes home.
"Can you put these on the table for me?" Hoseok asks after spooning the red sauce over the spaghetti, pointing to the plates. They look appealing, but not tasty to Yoongi. He hops of the counter and is happy to take them, to head into the living room. He gently sets them down at Seokjin and Hoseok’s places, before rushing to the couch to sit on it and look outside. It's darker now, so he can see easier, but Seokjin's car isn't in sight.
He's managed to maintain his erection somehow and he slowly presses it down into the pillow beneath his hips, eyes scanning back and forth. His fingers creep up, rubbing against his lips before he slides one in and gums on it with a fang. It hurts just a bit, but it's a pleasant distraction from what's happening, which is Seokjin not coming home.
He wanders back to the kitchen where Hoseok is cleaning up, and finds he can't sit on the counter anymore because it's full of dishes. So he just takes the spoon again and chews roughly on the handle, excitement and anticipation and arousal curling in his gut.
Finally the door opens, Seokjin calling out in greeting, and Yoongi abandons his spoon to run over to hug him. Seokjin hugs him back tightly after dropping his briefcase, kissing Yoongi's head lovingly. A breathy laugh leaves him as Yoongi presses his hips to his side, pressing his hard on to his thigh.
"Are you a little excited to see me, baby?" Seokjin smiles tenderly into his temple, planting another kiss there.
"He's been like that for a an hour now, ever since feeding." Hoseok sighs from across the hall, smiling tenderly. "Are you hungry, darling? I made dinner."
"Thank you, sweetheart, I'll be there in a second." He smiles, doing his best to remove his coat around Yoongi's grabbiness.
Yoongi whines softly, wondering why he isn't being paid more attention. He wants to be good but it's so difficult when things happen like this. But he really does want to be good. So Yoongi sits nicely at the table to watch them eat, not slowly but not as fast as he'd like either. He listens with interest as they talk about weekend activities, but by the time Seokjin is explaining his most recent board meeting plans Yoongi is pleasantly tuning them out, saliva and venom pooling in his mouth as he thinks about his boyfriend’s thighs.
He suddenly feels a rough, warm push against his erection between his thighs and he jumps, sputtering, the saliva gushing down over his chin. He looks down to find Seokjin's foot pushed between his thighs from under the table, rubbing against his little erection. It has the flames of pleasure licking back into his belly, hot and needy. His foot flexes gently, pushing firmly to the head and Yoongi really can’t control the heat churning in his gut, the softest gasp that leaves his open mouth. Yoongi goes to push his hips into the contact but that's when Seokjin shifts and his foot disappears, and Yoongi whines out loud in protest. He doesn't want to be rude at the dinner table and make noise, but it’s getting so difficult.
"Yoongi, how hard is it to keep your mouth closed?" Seokjin sighs gently, kindly, leaning over with a napkin to wipe at the mess on his chin. "You're always drooling all over the place, hmm? Maybe try to control yourself at the dinner table, drooly baby."
Yoongi swallows. "I'm sorry." He mumbles, lifting his chin and letting Seokjin wipe it away. "I- I missed you both today."
That makes his boyfriends smile tenderly, both endeared.
"What did you do today, baby? We talked about ourselves but not you, I'm sorry." Hoseok says, resting his head on his chin and looking at him with interest.
Yoongi licks his lips. "I wrote some lyrics in the morning. And then I talked with Namjoon about the track we're doing together."
"Did he like what you've done?"
Yoongi nods quickly. "He thinks it sounds good."
"Good, baby." Seokjin's face is warm with a tender smile. "I'm so excited to hear it."
Yoongi almost feels a rare blush tingling in his cheeks, and he smiles back. "W-when it's ready."
"Okay, baby. It's up to you."
"I think I'm done, should we clean up?" Hoseok asks after a moment, and Seokjin nods, and Yoongi feels another rush of hot arousal and excitement spark in his guts. He swallows the saliva that pools in his mouth, standing up and offering to help. Seokjin coos and calls him sweet, and lets Yoongi carry his plate.
Yoongi takes it to the kitchen, turning on the sink to rinse it because he knows Seokjin likes the dishes to be rinsed before they're put in the dishwasher. He leans over the sink to rinse and feels a body press to the back of his own, an arm sliding around his waist nice and tight in imitation of a back hug. The other arm slides between his legs, hand kneading his dick and balls. Hot arousal seeping into him, Yoongi's hands still and he leans back into Seokjin's body, shaking a little.
"Such a sweet baby, always so patient with us." He murmurs, his scent curling around Yoongi. "So hard to wait, hmm?" The contact has saliva pooling in his mouth and Yoongi can't control it, his eyes heavily lidded as he pushes his butt back. Seokjin's big hand holds his entire cock and easily fondles his balls, squeezing just right, and Yoongi is so weak to it his mouth just hangs open, his lips wet. He can feel Seokjin's thick erection against his ass, and the heat grows impossibly hotter, pulsing through his little dick in Seokjin's hand.
But Seokjin pulls back, lets him go, and pats his hip. "Were you putting that in the dishwasher, baby?"
Yoongi blinks slowly, looking down at the dish in his hands. He wipes his mouth quickly and nods, doing his best to rinse it and tuck it in the dishwasher. He turns and Hoseok beckons him over, so Yoongi slides away from Seokjin to run over and cling to him.
"Sorry we took so long, baby, we're going to take care of you now." Hoseok announces, and Yoongi would be lying if he said his knees don't shake at that. He rushes to the bedroom, smiling uncontrollably, and crawls onto the bed. He can hear Hoseok rummaging through the drawers and Yoongi's drooling yet again, his hands reaching down between his legs to try and relieve some of the pressure.
Seokjin comes in and sees him and frowns, suddenly looking irritated. "Baby, I told you to keep yourself clean! You're worse than a dog, getting your mess everywhere. And you can't even wait for us?"
Hoseok looks over, noticing and scowling as well. And Yoongi feels worry pang in his gut and he quickly shuts his mouth.
"I think we should make him wait just a little bit for his reward, don't you?" Seokjin murmurs to Hoseok, who glances at Yoongi and nods.
"He teethed at one of the rice paddles earlier and scratched it up." Hoseok murmurs, sighing. "They're not that expensive or anything, but now all of them are ruined, what if we have guests soon? And he got to a wooden spoon too, the handle is splintered."
"Yoongi." Seokjin sighs, looking at him, "you need to learn to control yourself. We know you're more than a helpless drooly baby, aren't you?"
Yoongi gulps, feeling guilty and worried. He doesn't know. Maybe he is really just a drooly baby. Seokjin makes a swift 'come here' gesture, so Yoongi's coming over quickly, eager to please. Seokjin's hands slide down his body and start undressing him and Yoongi's excited again, helping, stepping out of his pants and lifting his arms for his shirt.
Hoseok pulls back his hips, pressing lubed fingers to his entrance, and Yoongi squeaks a little, excited. Even though he's standing up and it's a little uncomfortable, he bends over when Hoseok pushes him forward a bit. And besides, now he can push his face forward to nuzzle at Seokjin's crotch, eager to please him, but Seokjin moves away. Yoongi's sad and confused and then he sees him taking out a little ring and a vibrator from the drawer of their dresser. Yoongi's familiar with that pink vibrator, they've played with it a few times before, and usually he likes it unless they tease him with it too much. He's a little hesitant now, eyeing the shiny silver ring. Hoseok's fingers sink into his ass, opening him up quick and business-like. There is little tenderness on the touches on his body and Yoongi doesn't like that, worry curling around the arousal in his gut.
Seokjin leans in, sliding the ring down to push Yoongi's cockhead into it. The ring settles at the base of his dick and Yoongi feels uncomfortable, not sure he likes rings so much there. Seokjin then moves to handcuff Yoongi's hands behind his back and Yoongi whines, not liking that either. But then, Seokjin actually stands up and leaves the room, and Yoongi cries out. He likes that even less. Hoseok's fingers leave his ass, but his hand settles on his lower back to keep him calm.
Hoseok reaches to get the vibrator, and brings it to Yoongi's entrance, gently guiding it inside. Yoongi bites his lip softly, widening his stance so it’s easier, just getting used to the feeling. Hoseok slowly fucks it into him, making him take it down to the base, which has Yoongi moaning a little already. This vibrator has a remote, which Hoseok holds in his other hand almost threateningly. Yoongi knows that this vibrator is pretty powerful once it vibrates, and that excites him as much as it worries him.
Seokjin is finally back with a chair that he sets at the corner of the room, facing the bed. He waves at the vampire, and the Yoongi waddles over, steps awkward with the intrusion in his ass. He wrangles Yoongi so he's sitting on his butt, directly on the vibrator, making sure it stays inside. He lifts Yoongi's handcuffed arms and brings them behind the back of the chair, tying them there with rope he produces from his pocket.
"These naughty hands have proven themselves problematic before." Seokjin murmurs, tying them secure. Yoongi grunts, not liking how he has to force his shoulders back so his hands can be tied behind the chair. He realizes Seokjin's erection is quite close so he pulls against the bonds, bowing his head to push it against the front of his caretaker’s pants, and Seokjin laughs lightly. "Look at him, he's so eager for any kind of touching... Needy baby." He purrs, giving his head a few light pats. He steps back, examining him with Hoseok, who shakes his head.
"He needs one more thing." He reaches back into the drawer and takes out a ball gag. It's covered in teeth marks, scratches, and it's bright pink. He brings it to Yoongi, who wrinkles his nose and leans away. Hoseok gently grasps Yoongi's jaw, his thumb running between the seam of his lips, and Yoongi can't resist breaking and sucking it in, weak for anything on his tongue. Hoseok slides the ball into his mouth past his thumb, guides the buckles tight against his head, clipping them behind. Yoongi hates the ball gag, but at the same time he's relieved to have something in his mouth. But it means that he won't have any part of his boyfriends in his mouth, which is... Displeasing. He chews at it immediately, digging his fangs in sharply, eyebrows knitting together.
He refuses to look at Hoseok sliding his hands up Seokjin's shoulders, murmuring things he can't hear. He refuses to see the way Seokjin melts under his touches, hands palming at his waist, caressing, sliding under clothing. He pretends to not be interested as Hoseok kisses at Seokjin's neck, the older closing his eyes and basking in the feeling.
When they hit the bed he turns his head away, and that's when the vibrator settling inside of him starts buzzing. Yoongi gasps sharply through his nose, forced to pay attention to the intrusion, his toes curling and uncurling as he struggles through it. On the bed Hoseok lets go of the remote, leaves it lying by their side as Seokjin strips him out of his clothing, calmly and carefully tossing it aside. They kiss with tons of tongue, something they can only do with the vampire when his venom production is very low unless they want their tongue and lips pretty much numb. And they know just how much Yoongi yearns for it, crying out against the gag and squirming. The kiss is so intimate and deep and Yoongi wants nothing more than to rush over and join in, and he doesn't know who he would want to kiss more. Both of his boyfriends are so handsome, it's mouthwatering.
Yoongi lets out a little gasp as Hoseok pushes Seokjin's pants down, exposing his perfect ass, and Yoongi wants. He wants to touch. He gives a loud, muffled sound into the gag, pulling harshly against his restraints.
Seokjin pulls up, licking his glistening lips. "Baby, can you be quiet for a while? We're having adult time here. Be more respectful."
Yoongi whimpers, he wants to be good but it's so so hard with what they're doing right in front of him. He squirms more quietly, feeling a little pathetic, feeling tears start to well up in his eyes and his expression crumple-
But his bad feelings are exploded away as the vibrator in his ass suddenly kicks up, buzzing vigorously in his ass. Heat fills him and Yoongi moans into the plastic ball between his lips, squirming back down on it.The ring around his little cock digs in threateningly, and Yoongi starts to wonder if it's there to hurt him.
But now he's forced to focus again on the pleasure and the scene before him. The two adults and the sight of Hoseok’s long fingers pushing inside of Seokjin, working him open while the older gasps into the open air. His sounds send heat pulsing through Yoongi's gut, desperate and needy. He sees Hoseok’s fingers twist and Yoongi and Seokjin moan at the same time. Where Yoongi is frantic, struggling and uncontrolled, they're slower, savoring each feeling and touch, panting deep and eyes constantly finding each other. Never Yoongi.
Yoongi wants to be good, wants to be quiet and focused for his beautiful boyfriends, but how can he when he's being treated like this? His legs kick desperately, pushing against the wall while his shoulders pull against the bonds. How can they expect him to stay silent with a sight like this before him, that he can't join in on? The vibrating in his ass changes to an intense, pulsing rhythm, and Yoongi moans heatedly, feeling the hint of an orgasm curl in his gut. He starts driving his hips down into the chair, into the vibrator, huffing out through his nose. Despair fills him as the little ring cuts into his cock, stopping the orgasm from fully forming, from taking flight in his body. Tears well up in his eyes as he realizes that this is why, that the little ring is meant to stop him from feeling good. His caretakers love him but he knows how mean they can be, especially when they're disappointed, when they're making out right in front of him just like this.
Yoongi shrieks, muffled around the gag, feeling desperate. It feels so hot, so good, but he can't cum, he couldn't possibly with the pressure on his dick. On the bed Hoseok pushes Seokjin’s thigh to his chest, and Yoongi is reduced to a sobbing mess as he very slowly pushes his cock inside of him, Seokjin giving a low, pleased moan.
The heat inside of him threatens to consume him, but he’s being held at bay like a butterfly pinned to a board. Yoongi’s fucking himself down on the vibrator, tears slowly traveling down over his cheeks. He’s so desperate he makes a muffled little noise, and starts to try and use his words.
"Pl-ffffff," Yoongi begs, his thighs snapping together and spreading right after, tears dripping down his cheeks as he rocks down into the chair desperately. He bites around the gag, jaws crushing, and then weakens again, feeling helpless. "Ffff- Mmm!! Srryy- Plleeffff-"
"Yoongi!" Seokjin snaps, exasperated, looking away from Hoseok's blissed out face. "Do you want the cock ring off?"
Yoongi nods hard, desperate, rutting his hips down desperately.
"Are you sure about that?" Seokjin raises an eyebrow.
"Yeffff!!!" Yoongi wails around the gag, sniffing desperately.
Hoseok sighs, gently pulling out of Seokjin who groans in protest. They share a wet kiss before Hoseok stands up, all bronze skin and built body and his hard, long cock. Seeing it come closer has Yoongi's gag washing over with saliva which dribbles between the bottom gaps of his mouth.
Hoseok leans down, gazing at him carefully before leaning down to slip the cock ring up his length and off. Yoongi moans heatedly, feeling returned to his eager little dick. Hoseok reaches up, slowly wiping his fingers through the absolute mess on Yoongi's chin, drool and venom and even tears, wiping it away. He brings his wet hand down to rub the head of Yoongi's cock a few times, and that alone has Yoongi pitching over into orgasm, moaning so desperately into his gag he'll probably be hoarse later.
He sags forward after, watching the gobs of cum dribble down his belly, huffing around the gag. Hoseok sighs. “I didn’t realize your little dick could even bring you so much pleasure, baby, it’s so small... When it’s soft you can barely see it, huh? I guess it's more useful than it looks...” He reaches down to his hair, stroking his fingers through. Hoseok's words only send heat bubbling through the vampire's stomach. But right now he's fresh off an orgasm so quite sensitive, leaning into Hoseok's pets as he moves his hand back and unclasps his gag.
Yoongi moans as relief floods his achy jaw, letting his tongue roll out over his fangs and giving a weaker, softer moan at the vibrator still buzzing away inside of him.
But Hoseok simply drops the gag and the cock ring on the dresser, steps back, and returns to Seokjin.
Yoongi gasps in shock, the vibrations suddenly feeling ten times more intense in his ginger, post-orgasm body. He struggles against his bonds, wanting it out, but only succeeds in rubbing it right against his prostate. Yoongi chokes up, venom and saliva filling his mouth quickly. He can’t close his mouth in time, it’s hanging open as he struggles to deal with this new predicament, and his mess drips down into his lap. He feels helpless and dumb because he can barely control himself as he makes a mess again, drool dripping on his own cock right from his mouth.
It's softened from the orgasm but now it twitches with new interest, and Yoongi cries softly, his voice high pitched and whiny as the sensitivity turns over to pleasure inside of his body. It's so intense it hurts, liquid fire igniting in his veins as it happens fast and hot. His dick hardens slowly, his body shaking and arms jerking desperately. His mouth drops open wider with a needy, high, 'hah,' tears welling up in his eyes. His hips rut down desperately and he knows it isn't good enough, he needs a cock pounding in his ass, just like- just like Seokjin has now. The lust is so intense, Yoongi needs pleasure to drive it before the painful sensitivity catches up, so he's doing his very best. On the bed Hoseok’s starting a rough, bruising rhythm that's a lot more intense than the careful, controlled foreplay as Seokjin breathes encouragement and rasps for him to move faster. Hoseok easily complies, and Seokjin throws his head back in bliss and it looks like it feels so good and Yoongi's drooling more. He realizes the ball gag is out and he can say anything he wants, so he does.
"Please, please please let me have your cock!!!" He's crying, the vibrator making his hips stutter. "I n-need it, I can't cum, it's not enough, p-please- I need cock-"
Seokjin only pauses to look at the remote, lick his lips, and delicately push a button.
Yoongi doubles over as the pulses turn into a long, smoother rhythm that vibrates so hard Yoongi feels it pulse through his whole body. A raw moan drops out of his mouth, his eyes hooded. He kind of misses the ball gag, and how good it felt to bite at something. His mouth is glaringly empty, he needs something in it or he'll probably combust. He has nothing though so when he bites down in his haze of lust, his drool takes on a red tinge as his lip and tongue bleed.
Seokjin notices, quickly patting Hoseok’s side, and the younger stops and gets up quickly, running to the dresser. He comes back holding folded white fabric and gently feeds it into his mouth, Yoongi happy to take anything given to him. Hoseok hesitates, a smile on his face as he looks at him.
"You're doing so well," Hoseok tells him, and fuck, that sends sweetness coursing through Yoongi's body, a drunken moan huffed into the cloth. Hoseok looks at Seokjin, who puts his arms behind his head and nods. "I'll tell you what, baby. If you can cum in the next-" he pauses to check his watch, humming softly, "two minutes, we'll play with you."
Yoongi's eyes widen with a frantic noise, chewing roughly at the cloth, his hips starting to kick up again. He thinks he can do it, he's sure he can.
"I'll even help you," Hoseok grants, lowering his hand to make a little hole with his fingers, but it's just above Yoongi's cock. When Yoongi thrusts his hips up really hard he can push the tip of his dick into the hole, and when he comes crashing back down the vibrator jolts deeper inside. So thrusting his hips up has pleasure rolling around the tip of his dick and crashing down has the vibrator pushing roughly inside of him.
In the end it's not really a challenge, that stimulation has Yoongi’s orgasm coming up very fast. The white fabric in his mouth stains wet pink with his drool in moments. It feels so good, his body still tingling and sensitive from the first orgasm, now throbbing through his body with the promise of another. Rough pants spill from Yoongi’s mouth as he works hard, ignoring his aching shoulders and the sight of Hoseok reaching back to gently grab something.
The thing he grabs is the cock ring, and he slips it onto his little dick without hesitation.
Yoongi cries out in surprise, frowning and looking up at Hoseok in shock.
“What is it, baby?” Hoseok smiles beautifully. Seokjin laughs softly from the bed, stroking himself. “You can still cum right?”
Yoongi sobs a little, tears forming again as he grinds his hips down. The sensation borders on painful as his dick starts to drool as much as his mouth does. He doesn't know if he can cum, he feels his orgasm nearing even though he’s got the cock ring on but he really doesn't know.
And then Hoseok reaches down, his hand wrapping around his wet dick nice and tight. He barely has to move his hand to stroke the entire length, which barely peeks out of his hand, working him easily around the cock ring. The tears flow freely down Yoongi’s face as he feels it crash over him, painful and intense and so good he’s not sure his dick will ever harden again. He moans weakly, tearfully, relief slowly replacing the intense emotions in his heart and gut. But with the cock ring it hurts so much, and after the sweetness fizzles away he's left in the painful, empty dark. The vibrating stops and his hands are untied, and Yoongi slumps a little in the chair.
Hoseok gently draws the vibrator out and his cock ring, setting them on the dresser. He removes Yoongi’s ropes, letting him be free and gently shaking his shoulder. Yoongi’s body flops bonelessly, his lips shiny with spit as he presses them together and swallows.
“Baby, are you thirsty?” Hoseok asks, and Yoongi looks up a little. Because yeah, he could totally drink right now. Despite feeding not too long ago these orgasms have taken a lot out of him and he wants it. He looks desperately at Hoseok, who gestures to Seokjin who has the skin stapler in his hand. Yoongi moves to stand up and stumbles down to the floor, Hoseok hooking his arms under Yoongi’s and lifting him up to settle down on the bed.
Yoongi crawls to Seokjin, sniffing, and Seokjin smiles gently and wipes his teary, red face. He pinches the skin on his neck, carefully stapling it, and Yoongi crawls into his lap and presses his mouth to the blood pooling there.
Seokjin’s blood tastes sweet, and seeps in to his body like an energy drink. Instantly his mood perks up and he sucks at it more eagerly. Seokjin moans softly, kisses his cheek, and guides his cock to press against Yoongi’s puffy, stretched entrance. Yoongi gurgles happily, swallowing the blood in his mouth and continuing to drink as Seokjin’s cockhead sinks inside of him. It feels so right, Seokjin’s heat in him right where he's wanted it all this time. He drinks his fill and pulls back, reaching down to grab the bandaid set on the sheets and putting it on Jin himself after tearing through the wrapping.
Jin hugs him gently, and reaches into Yoongi’s lap, finding his little cock. He holds it in his long fingers, careful, gently working it. “We're not mad, baby. Just remember this toy is mine. Mine and Hoseok’s, hmm?”
“Y-yours and Hoseok’s.” Yoongi agrees, nodding.
“It’s so little I forget about it sometimes.” Seokjin murmurs delicately, and Yoongi flushes. Seokjin’s hands find Yoongi’s waist and guide him around to turn. Seokjin knows from experience that once Yoongi is speared on his cock, he isn’t getting off until that dick is soft. So he’s careful to make sure he stays inside of Yoongi, stays filling him up while he’s turned onto his hands and knees.
Hoseok has four little white caps in his hands, and Yoongi does what he’s best at which is dropping his mouth open.
Putting on the caps is usually a little awkward, Yoongi having to tilt his head so Hoseok can slide them on snugly, figure out exactly where each one goes so he isn't uncomfortable. The small plastic caps hug his fangs, and Yoongi runs his tongue over and feels no sharp resistance. He feels palms slide over his butt and squeeze, Seokjin shifting inside of him, and he opens his mouth wider with a hopeful little noise.
Hoseok fills his mouth up with his heavy cock and Yoongi groans, grateful to have something to finally focus on. The sad thing is that the more he drools, the faster this will be over. Yoongi’s venom isn’t deadly, but it’s potent and his boyfriends let him suck until they start to lose sensation in their dick. It’s just temporary of course, but they don’t really want to know what would happen if they let Yoongi keep going past that point. So of course Yoongi does his absolute best, swallowing quickly and taking him deep, slurping along the length and tonguing at the shaft. Behind him, Seokjin rests a hand on his lower back and starts thrusting in shortly, making Yoongi moan a little into Hoseok’s cock. He feels good, feels used in the most right possible way, by his two boyfriends who are taking pleasure from his body. It’s finally happening, and he could cry with relief.
Seokjin quickly speeds up, knowing Yoongi has his caps on and can’t accidentally bite into Hoseok’s dick. He pounds into Yoongi’s sensitive body, hitting deeply in places the vibrator couldn’t reach, and Yoongi can’t help how he drools around Hoseok’s dick. Hoseok is groaning, fingers stroking through Yoongi’s hair, petting him slowly. Seokjin gives a low moan, and Yoongi can’t help the burst of warmth and satisfaction that fills him. Everyone is feeling so good. He really could cry, it’s so perfect. Just what he wanted. His dick is hard again, bobbing in the air with the force of Seokjin’s thrusts.
A particularly hard thrust has Yoongi jerking forward and loosing his balance, Hoseok lowering his hips to accommodate for the new angle. Seokjin pounds into his ass like he’s churning butter and Yoongi tries to suck dick around his moans, really does, but it’s really hard when his arms are shaking so hard, his dick pulsing with need. He ends up pulling off and moaning desperately into the open air.
“S-s-seok-” he pants out, a keening whine leaving him at a set of particularly firm thrusts. “H-hah!” He yelps as Seokjin’s big hand wraps entirely around his dick, jerking him off shortly and firmly. His hand seems to know just what Yoongi wants, getting him off quick business-like. Yoongi moans high and clear as he cums, finally allowed to paint the bed with his well-deserved orgasm. It's happened so fast his head spins and the breath is knocked from his lungs, his moan stuttering off. He slumps bonelessly to the sheets when he’s done and his boyfriends move around him, probably sharing a kiss judging on a soft, wet sound. Hoseok’s hands soothe over his ass, pulling gently at his hips, and Yoongi’s able to shakily get to his knees again. His face is in the mattress, but Seokjin gently lifts his chin.
It’s Hoseok who speaks from behind him though. “Baby, don’t you want me to fuck your venom back into you??”
Yoongi moans weakly, because he does want. There’s little in the world Yoongi could want more than that right now, but he’s so fucked out, exhaustion weighing his limbs down.
A low chuckle. Seokjin gently guides the tip of his dick to Yoongi’s lips, and Yoongi swipes his tongue out. “That’s okay.” Hoseok murmurs. “I know what you need, baby.” His cock slips inside, filling him up nice and good and Yoongi moans into Seokjin’s shaft, eyes fluttering closed, pressing a weak kiss to the skin there. He can taste himself on his boyfriend’s dick, it’s kind of naughty, but Yoongi is definitely a fan of naughty.
It’s definitely naughty how Hoseok’s fingers dig into the soft, pale skin of the vampire’s thighs, gripping tight and holding on, using them to fuck into him sinfully well. Yoongi’s moaning brokenly, each thrust shooting pain and pleasure through his well-used body, his cock tingling uncertainty. He tries to contain his shaky gasps, pant them into Seokjin’s cock and take the head into his mouth, lick at the slit. Seokjin lets him go at his own pace, his hand slowly stroking through Yoongi’s hair.
Yoongi takes his dick down slowly, letting it slide into his throat, gulping around it. Seokjin gives a heated groan, slowly gathering hair in his hands, stroking and combing it. Yoongi pulls back, starting to quickly bob his head. The rhythm is difficult with Hoseok pounding into his ass, but Yoongi does his best. Pleasure throbbing through his dick, he pats at Seokjin’s thighs, tries to pull him closer and take in more of his dick.
“Baby, feel like putting those long fingers to use?” Seokjin breathes, gazing down at him.
Yoongi moans lowly around the cock in his mouth, and pulls off of it so Seokjin can shift a little, lay properly in front of him. The whole time Hoseok is fucking him into the mattress, and Yoongi knows his cock has hardened up again, unable to resist the pleasure. Yoongi hugs one arm around Jin’s waist for good leverage, his other hand sliding down under Seokjin’s balls and running between his thighs. He carefully sinks his middle finger inside of his channel, swallowing his dick back into his mouth as Seokjin gasps in pleasure.
“Fuck, just like that, baby, I’m gonna cum... Move faster, baby.”
Yoongi feels so good, knowing he’s giving Seokjin this pleasure all alone, making him feel great. He sucks with dedication, slurping up all the drool, and adds a second finger to start thrusting them inside of him. As he fingers him Seokjin’s cock leaks pre-cum into his mouth, which Yoongi swallows down as well. It’s not long until Seokjin’s fingers are tightening to a borderline painful grip in his hair as his hips buck into his mouth and his cum paints Yoongi’s throat. Yoongi is happy to take it in his mouth, happy to be used like this, carefully stroking over Seokjin’s prostate through the process. When Seokjin releases his hair, Yoongi draws his fingers out and pulls off his dick, panting shallowly.
“Good boy, you did so well. Made hyung feel so good.” Seokjin breathes, licking his lips. His face is flushed and he genuinely looks pleased.
Yoongi moans and buries his face into Seokjin’s belly, holding on to him as Hoseok starts to thrust home. Yoongi knows his boyfriend, recognizes the stuttering pace and faster thrusts and knows he’s close. Yoongi is too, and his hands slide down to tug at his little dick. His long fingers wrap around it, covering it completely, and he tugs it quickly, breathy moans spilling from his lips. He can feel his orgasm approaching more calmly, and he’s ready for it.
But Hoseok’s hands come forward and hook under his thighs suddenly, dragging him up and sliding him into his lap. Yoongi’s back knocks to Hoseok’s chest and he barely has time to gasp in surprise before Hoseok is fucking up harder into his ass, hitting his prostate every thrust and Yoongi’s crying out in pleasure. Hoseok curls around him, hands sliding up his chest and finding his nipple to pluck and twist, tucking his face into his shoulder and biting.
His hand struggles to find purchase as he cries, seeking that delicious angle, his cock aching, pleasure pounding in his body like a second heartbeat. “Yes, yes, Hos- yes-” he chokes out, desperately fisting his little cock, spreading his legs wide as his hips buck up and he finally comes. Yoongi sobs a little through his cries, every one of Hoseok’s thrusts an icy stab into his sensitive spot, at the same time sending waves of painful pleasure through him as he rides out his orgasm. His cum lands on Seokjin’s pretty thighs, and the sight alone has Yoongi drooling all over again. He sags a little as he feels Hoseok slow and wet warmth fills him deep inside. It’s a nice feeling, and he lets a last little moan pass between his lips. Hoseok holds him a little longer, slowly panting into his shoulder, keeping him on his lap. Yoongi’s happy to be there.
After a few minutes Hoseok presses a sticky kiss to his neck, drawing out and laying down with him right next to Seokjin. They come closer around him, and Yoongi closes his eyes, still catching his breath with Hoseok. His hands slowly creep up, gently removing the caps from his fangs and setting them at the edge of the bed.
Now that Yoongi's coming down from it, his mind slowly recollects, his thoughts clearing. He can keep his own venom in his own mouth, and he feels whole. Seokjin and Hoseok next to him look sated too, but tied. He swallows a little, feels the need to apologize form in his throat. For a moment he's quiet, just sitting on it, but then he decides he wants to speak. "I'm sorry I'm always so thirsty and horny." He mumbles, breaking the silence.
Hoseok brings an arm around him comfortably, as Seokjin kisses the back of his neck. "Yoongi, don't be sorry," Hoseok murmurs soothingly, rubbing Yoongi's lower back. "We wouldn't do it if we didn't love it so much. Taking care of you is our favourite thing to do. It's why we took you in, baby."
"And besides, even if we didn't enjoy it, which we really do, you make it up to us all the time, honey." Seokjin murmurs.
Yoongi sniffs a little. "Like how?"
"Hmm... Well your such a handy boy, remember when you fixed the air conditioner? I know you can't be bothered by the heat, but for humans in the summer it can get really hard. That really saved the whole summer for us, it made playing so much more fun."
"And when my computer started randomly crashing," Hoseok reminds, "you figured out that it was the fan and told me just what to buy and even put it in for me!"
"That's right, Hoseok had so many work deadlines and you helped him make them as soon as possible!" Seokjin exclaims, "such a handy boy. Without you we'd have to hire strangers to do it, which would cost a lot of money and take so long."
"You always change the oil in the car for us when it's needed, because Seokjin gets really tired after work. And," Hoseok provides, "you go against your instincts to stay awake during the day and sleep during the night for us. That's so sweet. I couldn't imagine how hard it must have been for you at first."
Yoongi smiles, feeling soft and fuzzy. Without his two humans, he'd have to rely on hospital bags of blood that he'd have to buy and microwave. And his own hands for sex. Which sounds boring. He feels like he's melting under all the praise, smiling uncontrollably, but they just keep going.
"You have a steady job and contribute to the household income, most vampires aren't able to do that." Seokjin comments, stroking through his hair.
"And when we're sick you always take care of us and give us kisses and everything since you can't catch our diseases." Hoseok smiles.
"You make us so happy by being around, Yoongi." Seokjin smiles, and Yoongi melts completely, stuffing his face into the bed. His low little giggles sound soon after as his boyfriends attack his exposed neck and ears with kisses and nibbles.