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“Joon, I—I can’t, I’m gonna—” Jeongguk trembles, a shiver running through his body as he gasps, trying in vain to scoot back and away from Namjoon’s hand where he’s got a firm grip on his dick. It’s all a little too late, though, because he’s already hurdling head first into orgasm by the time he grabs Namjoon’s wrist. He tilts his head back and allows himself to be washed away in pleasure for a second. He’s distantly aware of Namjoon pressing soft kisses onto the side of his face, the one hand still stroking him gently while the other has a strong hold on his hip.
Jeongguk exhales shakily, he didn’t even realize he was holding his breath, and opens his eyes, slowly swimming back to the land of the living. Namjoon’s looking at him the way he always looks at him, soft, fond, proud. It makes an uncomfortable feeling rake against his ribs before settling unhappily in the pit of his stomach.
“Sorry,” he whispers. He’s looking at the ceiling, resolutely away from where Namjoon’s kissing him softly across his chest.
“What for,” Namjoon says. Jeongguk shivers as he gathers the last of his cum in his hand before wiping it on the tee shirt he was previously wearing. That’s disgusting, Jeongguk thinks for a second, but then again he’s disgusting too, so. They match.
“I lasted like, five minutes,” Jeongguk says.
Namjoon makes a noise into his chest, perfectly content to never have to move his face ever again. “Mmm.”
“That’s—” Jeongguk starts, “That’s bad, Joon.”
That makes Namjoon lift his head. His brows furrow slightly in confusion; they’ve been dating for months, pining for even longer, and Jeongguk still can’t take it when Namjoon holds his gaze.
“Who said?”
Jeongguk chokes on an answer, “Well, I don’t know, everybody, society says.”
Namjoon shakes his head a little, “Society is made up of individuals, I am part of society and I don’t think that.”
Jeongguk huffs, and he can feel a pout coming on but he tries to push it down, “Yeah, but, it is.”
“Why,” Namjoon counters, smacking a kiss directly in the center of his chest.
“Because,” he whines, and yep, there it is, pout in full force.
“You know I don’t care, so why does it matter,” Namjoon whispers. Suddenly he’s leaning up, scooting toward the headboard. Jeongguk’s head goes for his thigh as if it’s a magnet, attracted to the smooth, tanned skin exposed by his boxers riding up. Namjoon’s hand must be a magnet too, because soon his fingers are sliding through Jeongguk’s hair, strands slipping softly between his fingers.
He knows Namjoon’s trying to comfort him, and he’s right, kinda. At the end of the day it doesn’t really matter, except that it does matter to Jeongguk. Maybe not because society says so, but Jeongguk can’t deny that it does make a difference to him.
He thinks for a while, eyes closed and concentrating on Namjoon’s fingers in his hair. “I feel like I don’t take the time to savor what we’re doing.”
Namjoon hums again. He knows it’s important when Jeongguk gets quiet and contemplative like that, when he’s processing and putting the words together in his head before he speaks.
“Okay,” he says quietly. “What do you want to do about it?”
Jeongguk smiles a little, lips quirked, happy that Namjoon is taking him seriously and willing to help.
“Well.”
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“Jesus,” Jeongguk shivers. He flops back, head spinning as he catches his breath.
Namjoon pulls off his dick with an obscene pop .
“Five minutes and forty-five seconds,” he reports excitedly. “See, baby? I told you it’s longer than five minutes!”
Jeongguk groans and flips over, stuffing his face into his pillow and hoping he’ll suffocate.
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“Edge me.”
Jeongguk sits across from Namjoon where he’s shovelling cocoa puffs into his mouth. Jeongguk watches as his eyes go wide and he inhales a piece of cereal. He reaches across and squeezes Namjoon’s hand as he tries to dislodge it from his windpipe.
“What,” Namjoon wheezes, face a violent crimson color. “What?”
“If I can’t last, make me.” Jeongguk’s face is determined, that same face he gets when he’s playing in an Overwatch competition or studying or trying to land a complicated dance move. “Don’t let me come until it’s time.”
Just then, Yoongi gingerly sets down the buttered toast he was eating on the table. His chair scrapes against the kitchen linoleum and echoes around them. Jeongguk watches as he daintily brushes the crumbs off the front of his shirt before retreating. “Bye.”
“So,” Jeongguk continues unperturbed. “What do you think about edging?”
“Can we—” Namjoon’s voice cracks a little and Jeongguk looks on in concern. Maybe this was a terrible idea after all. “Can we come back to this conversation when it’s not 8 AM and I’m choking on breakfast cereal?”
Jeongguk smiles, pleased that Namjoon will consider it. “Sure.”
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So, Namjoon considers it. He figures it wasn’t a big deal to Jeongguk since he brought it up over the most important meal of the day, with people around no less, but it’s a bit of a deal to Namjoon. He guesses this technically falls into BDSM and well, Namjoon’s completely out of his depth here. Sure, it’s kinda tame compared to...other things he’s seen in the dark depths of PornHub, but it’s still a test of trust and power. Jeongguk trusts him to make him feel good. He trusts him. Holy shit.
So once Namjoon’s exhausted all the wiki articles and forums and articles he can find at his disposal, he turns to the next best thing he has. Or next best person.
“How do I be a dom?”
Hoseok looks at him, burrito poised halfway to his mouth. The silence drags on a bit and anxiety (more than he already had) starts to creep up Namjoon’s spine.
“Oh shit, you’re serious aren’t you?” Hoseok asks. Namjoon nods, looking at Hoseok earnestly. “Joon, we’re in the office cafeteria. We work with these people.” Hoseok sounds a little disappointed.
“Yeah, I know, but Jeongguk and I have a date tonight and I know Fridays are movie nights with your boyfriends so you’d be busy and I think he’s really eager to try it tonight and I want to too, of course but I—”
“Okay, stop,” Hoseok says, holding up a hand. Namjoon’s jaw closes comically. “First, why did you come to me for advice?” Realization replaces the growing confusion on Hoseok’s face. “What has Jimin told you?”
“Uh,” Namjoon looks away quickly before turning back, “enough.”
Namjoon expects Hoseok to look sheepish or embarrassed, but instead a ghost of a smirk crosses Hoseok’s face. “Hmm, someone’s in for a punishment soon.”
Namjoon grimaces.
“Anyway,” Hoseok says, picking his burrito up and taking a bite so large Namjoon would worry for his airways if he hadn’t seen Hoseok do this before, “what is ‘it’ Jeongguk wants to try?”
Namjoon looks around for nosy parties before finally dropping his voice a little as if he has some tact, “He wants me to edge him”
A giant grin crosses Hoseok’s face, “Edging? Joonie, this freak out is for a little bit of edging?” Hoseok looks a second away from reaching across the table and taking Namjoon’s red cheek between his thumb and forefinger.
“Hobi,” Namjoon whines.
“Sorry, okay.” Hoseok sits up straighter in his chair, ready to play serious, “whose idea was it?”
Namjoon briefly covers the conversation he and Jeongguk (and unwilling participant Yoongi) had over breakfast nearly a week ago.
“So he already trusts you, since he brought it up,” Hoseok’s finishing his burrito and crumbling the foil in his hands. “Establish a safeword and go with it.”
Namjoon stares blankly at him. “That can’t be it.”
Hoseok shrugs, “I mean, no, there’s more to it if you guys want to explore more hardcore stuff, special circumstantial boundaries and stuff, safety rules, that kind of thing.”
“Right, so like, what if he wants me to tie him up or blindfold him or-or hit him? I don’t have a riding crop, Hobi!”
“Whoa whoa whoa,” Hoseok chuckles, pulling Namjoon’s hands down where they’re flailing and patting them, “who said all that? He asked you to edge him, that’s it. Take it one step at a time, Joonie.”
Namjoon takes a deep breath, nods, exhales.
“If you guys wanna explore other things afterwards, that’s cool. But for this, all the usual stuff applies. Don’t do anything you both don’t want to, and if either of you wants to stop, you stop. It’s just a small shift of power, Joon, I think you’re getting stuck in your head.”
Namjoon nods again. He thinks Hoseok is right. It’s so easy with Jeongguk, to want to give him the world, all of everything that Namjoon has and is capable of. To jump all the way to the finish line. It’s okay to slow down, take it one step at a time, one little bit at a time. That’s what this was about, right, slowing down.
“Take care of each other,” Hoseok says, “that’s what matters.”
“You’re right, Hobi,” Namjoon says, “taking care of each other is what matters.”
“Mmh,” Hoseok agrees before shooting off a quick text. He looks back at Namjoon, “Besides, riding crops are overrated, Yoongi definitely prefers the paddle.”
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Jeongguk’s got Namjoon underneath him and panting; he’s running his hands up his chest, causing shivers to run through him as he paws at Namjoon’s flat tummy.
He grinds down again, feeling Namjoon hard and at attention behind him. “Tonight?” Jeongguk asks. He knows Namjoon knows what he means, there’s no need to clarify.
Namjoon gulps, swallowing down the moan in his throat, before nodding. “Yeah, tonight. But first we gotta talk.”
Jeongguk squeals like he just got promised a trip to Disney World before tumbling off Joon. He sticks his hand out to haul Namjoon up as well. He’s looking at Namjoon expectantly, doe eyes waiting for information or a command.
“Um, first,” Namjoon starts, “we need a safeword.”
“Space Jam,” Jeongguk replies immediately.
“Are you ser—” Namjoon almost screeches at him but he can tell by the look on Jeongguk’s face that he’s one hundred percent serious.
“I want ‘Space Jam’ to be our safeword,” he says smugly, as if he knows that Namjoon won’t deny him anything. Including that ridiculous ass safeword.
“You’ve thought about this before, haven’t you?” Namjoon asks.
Jeongguk just smiles at him and nods.
“Okay well, expect my boner to die immediately, just a forewarning.”
Jeongguk moves toward him, a sultry slide that ends on his knees. His hand glides down Namjoon’s chest before cupping him where he’s definitely still hard. “Doesn’t seem to be a problem now,” Jeongguk says, squeezing lightly.
Jeongguk’s a brat sometimes. A lot of the time. Most of the time. But right now he’s the one who’s supposed to be taking orders, the one who’s supposed to be listening, the one who isn’t so damn mouthy .
Jeongguk’s disobedience spurs something inside Namjoon, something that wants to take control, show Jeongguk who’s boss. Something that wants to dominate him.
Namjoon reaches down and quickly grabs Jeongguk’s wrist at the same time he grips the hair at the back of his head, not rough but just enough. He leans up to nibble at Jeongguk’s earlobe before pulling back. “Hush,” he says.
He watches Jeongguk’s round eyes grow even wider, and he swears he can see his pupils beginning to blow out. Namjoon notices Jeongguk’s chest is already heaving.
“On your back,” Namjoon commands and Jeongguk goes, just goes so easily and pliantly and Namjoon has to bite his lip at the sight.
“How long do you want to be edged?” Namjoon says as he taps Jeongguk’s thigh so he’ll make room for him.
“Um, fifteen minutes,” Jeongguk sounds so sure but the time causes Namjoon to pause where he’s mouthing at Jeongguk’s thigh.
“Are you sure? That’s three times as long as you’re used to, we can go slower, Jeongguk.”
“I know,” Jeongguk sighs, “but I can do it, Joon, I trust you.”
And maybe that gets Namjoon going more than anything else tonight. The fact that Jeongguk trusts him to make him feel good, to take care of him, make him feel special. That’s...that’s sexy as fuck.
“Okay,” Namjoon whispers, “Okay. I’ll just use my mouth and fingers, is that alright?”
Jeongguk nods.
“Alright,” Namjoon says, “start the timer.”
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Jeongguk sets the time with two mini alarms that make a noise in five minute intervals. It’s just past the first five minute notification when Jeongguk’s thrusting desperately into Namjoon’s mouth.
“Ah, your mouth is so good, Joonie, I’m so close,” Jeongguk’s back is arching and Namjoon can feel his heels digging into the bedspread beside him.
Namjoon pulls off for just a second to take a breath and tell him, “You have to let me know so I can stop, Kook.”
Jeongguk’s head is thrown back and he’s nodding frantically, “Yeah, now, I’m gonna come now.”
This time Namjoon pulls off and stays off, takes his hands away from Jeongguk’s balls and watches him twitch and shiver from between his legs.
“Fuck,” Jeongguk exclaims, clenching the sheets between his fists. When he speaks his voice is shivery, “Joon, I was so close.”
“Yeah,” Namjoon says, and he kisses Jeongguk on the soft skin of his inner thigh, “but you beat your five minute record.”
“Fuck yeah,” Jeongguk says, but Namjoon doesn’t know if it’s because he’s happy about the record or because he’s taken Jeongguk’s cock back in his mouth.
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Things kind of start to devolve the closer they get to the ten minute mark. Jeongguk’s moans and whimpers are constant now and he’s snapping his hips almost violently; Namjoon’s having to employ a lot of strength where he’s trying to hold Jeongguk still.
He licks over Jeongguk’s rim, causing him to wail at the ceiling and thrust even faster in Namjoon’s fist. He’s so wet, cock weeping precum, each thrust causes an indecent squelch to echo around the room. Namjoon manages to slip his tongue past the tight ring of muscle and suddenly there’s a hand holding Namjoon there.
“Don’t stop, Joon, please don’t stop, I’m gonna come,” Jeongguk babbles as he holds Namjoon there.
Namjoon manages to wrench himself free and he watches Jeongguk flinch violently at the sudden cessation of sensation. “No, Joon, please, I wanna come, please .”
Namjoon notices there are tears in Jeongguk’s eyes, shiny trails down his flushed cheeks, and Namjoon pulls himself out of the scene for just a second. “Are you alright? Do you wanna safeword?”
Jeongguk’s chest heaves with his panting breaths; he shakes his head and sniffles, “I’m okay, please keep going.”
Namjoon slips back into the scene so easily that he almost surprises himself. “Okay,” he says. “Put your hands above your head. We’re gonna hold them there since you want to hold people down.”
When he pulls his hands above his head, sniffling and looking an absolute mess, Namjoon holds them there with a bit of weight. They both know Jeongguk’s stronger than Namjoon, they know if he really wanted he could break free with ease. But it’s the play of the whole thing, the knowledge that they’re choosing to be in these roles, the fact that they trust each other enough to do this. That’s the thrill. The thought makes a groan erupt from Namjoon’s chest.
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The third time Namjoon brings Jeongguk to the edge is with his fingers. He’s still hovering over Jeongguk, presence looming and it makes Jeongguk feel so, so small. He loves it. Namjoon’s peppering Jeongguk’s face with kisses, the taste of salty tears on his lips as his words of encouragement wash over his face.
Namjoon’s taking it easy on him, frankly, only gently stroking his prostate on every other thrust but it’s enough for Jeongguk. His moans haven’t stopped echoing about the room, but they don’t come as frequently now, Jeongguk’s panted himself almost out of breath.
If Namjoon hadn’t been so intently gazing at Jeongguk’s face he wouldn’t have noticed the signs: Jeongguk’s furrowed brows, the scrunched nose, the makings of an o-face.
Namjoon takes his fingers out, the lube causing a lewd noise. He circles the base of Jeongguk’s cock with his fingers, halting the orgasm in its tracks.
“Sneaky, sneaky, baby,” Namjoon chuckles, “you weren’t going to say anything were you?”
“Please,” Jeongguk sobs, “please, let me come Joonie.”
“Is that a safeword?” Namjoon asks, “What’s your color?”
“Green,” Jeongguk says, and his voice is so small, so desperate that it causes a shiver to run down Namjoon’s spine.
“You’re doing so well, baby,” Namjoon says as he loosens his fingers only to stroke Jeongguk’s cock to the tip. “We’re almost done.”
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The last two minutes are a bit intense for both of them.
By this point Jeongguk’s back has been in a permanent arch, head thrown back as he sobs, on the edge of release so long.
Namjoon is in awe watching Jeongguk like this; he’s so beautiful. He hasn’t stopped shaking for the last few minutes, panting, trembling at every touch of Namjoon’s hand. Every stroke of his cock has him whining, shuddering. He glances up at the timer and sees it’s time for the final stretch.
“You’ve been so good for me, Kook. The best boy,” Namjoon’s fingers are moving deftly against Jeongguk’s prostate now, stroking him closer and closer to finishing. He kisses along Jeongguk’s neck, sucking hard at the skin. It’ll leave a bruise. They’ll both love it. “You wanna come?”
Jeongguk looks up at him, gaze unfocused as he clutches desperately at Namjoon’s shoulders. “Please, I’ve been so good Joonie, please, I wanna come.”
“You’re so pretty for me, baby, so good. I bet you could come just from my fingers, huh? Wouldn’t even have to touch your pretty dick.”
Namjoon doubles down, fingers curling harder and going deeper and he leans forward to capture Jeongguk’s mouth in a kiss just as the final timer goes off.
“Come on, come for me baby.” Namjoon whispers, thrusting his fingers.
Jeongguk’s orgasm is, well, an experience. He takes a few big, gulping breaths, then he’s thrashing, pleasure coursing hot through his veins. Namjoon holds him and Jeongguk tries not to drown, wailing as his orgasm crashes through him. He sobs, shaking and seizing as he clutches at Namjoon desperately. Namjoon watches the cum spurt from Jeongguk’s cock more violently than he’s ever seen before, watches it land in pools from the top of his chest. It drools the last of it as Jeongguk settles into aftershocks. It’s easily the longest orgasm Namjoon’s ever seen Jeongguk have, and it takes a few minutes for him to settle down; he’s still incredibly sensitive when Namjoon slips the fingers from his ass.
“So good, my baby, so good,” Namjoon whispers as he holds Jeongguk close.
There’s a big, nasty sniff followed by a sob and Namjoon’s not alarmed in the slightest. Jeongguk crying after sex isn’t new, he does it pretty often, especially on those nights where it’s more than just stress relief or making each other feel good. The first time they’d had sex Jeongguk’s tears had scared the shit out of Namjoon, but Jeongguk had explained it was just something that happened. “I just have a lot of feelings, and sometimes they come out of my eyeballs,” he had admitted, and Namjoon had almost screamed in relief.
Jeongguk’s sobs died down to hiccups before Namjoon was comfortable asking, “Are you good?”
Jeongguk nodded and Joon takes that as his cue that he’s good to leave for a bit. He crosses the room to get a towel and water bottle he had set aside for after.
He wipes Jeongguk’s chest, avoiding his nipples after bumping one accidentally and hearing Jeongguk hiss in oversensitivity. He cleans gently between Jeongguk’s legs and tosses the towel in the corner.
“Drink,” he says and Jeongguk’s already swinging back around to normal because a pout soon crosses his face.
“Do you have any idea how much fluid you just lost? Drink the water please, Kookie?” And in an amazing role reversal Namjoon pulls the pout out on Jeongguk. He doesn’t use it often (he doesn’t have to) but it’s incredibly effective when he does.
Jeongguk rolls his eyes because he knows he’s been defeated before drinking from the water bottle. Namjoon watches him down half the bottle in one go and is satisfied.
Soon they settle in, Namjoon curling into a crescent moon around Jeongguk.
“Do you want me to get you off?” Jeongguk asks the darkness quietly.
Namjoon, almost asleep, grunts in the negative. “I’m okay.” And he is. He can wait until morning.
“Okay,” Jeongguk whispers, pulling Namjoon closer around him until he’s plastered warm all against his back.
“Joon,” he starts again.
Namjoon doesn’t say anything but scritches softly against Jeongguk’s stomach to show he’s listening.
“What the fuck was that?”
Namjoon lifts his head a bit in confusion. “What?”
“Why the fuck were you so good at that? What the fuck. My body feels like a ditto.” Jeongguk speaks into the darkness, still facing away.
Namjoon chuckles and buries his face in the nape of Jeongguk’s neck. “I’m glad you liked it. I dunno, I just wanted to take care of you. That’s what Hobi said to do.”
If Jeongguk had the strength and energy he would be screeching, “You asked Hoseok how to edge me?”
“I mean, to be clear I asked him how to dom you. But he said edging was enough to start with and we should save the riding crop for later.”
Jeongguk turns and looks at Namjoon in disbelief. “I can’t believe you asked him how to dom me.” He boops Namjoon’s nose before leaning in and kissing it gently. “Besides, I’m totally a paddle guy anyway.”