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There wasn’t a single coherent thought in Yoongi’s head. He wasn’t sure how long he’d been on that bed for, but it was long enough for all his muscles to have felt the strain, and for the cock ring to turn his weeping dick dark red; a glaring juxtaposition to the puddle of precum on his abdomen. It shimmered wetly in the light just like the devilish twinkle in Jimin’s eyes.
Click.
A loud whine ripped from Yoongi’s bitten-red lips, hips snapping up violently with what little mobility he had when the vibrator nestled in his walls kicked up a notch. He hadn’t even realised he’d thrown his head back until Jimin called him.
The corded muscles of his throat bulged, sweat making the blanket cling to his skin, as he forced himself to look at the younger man seated in the armchair across the room from their bed. Vaguely he saw plush pink lips moving, but he was a little preoccupied trying to grab something, anything, to anchor himself with, straining his hands which were stuck above his head.
“Well?” Jimin cocked a brow to match the quirk of his lips. Silver rings glinted in the light as he twirled the remote between his fingers. “Aw, were you ignoring me, baby?”
"N-no—"
Click.
“Nnnoo—ah! Ah!”
His head thrashed from side to side when the vibrations increased once more, legs kicking out as much as possible. “Jiminnie! Please! Please pleasepleasepleaseplease!”
He must’ve finally done something right because Jimin finally stood and made his way over to his sobbing baby boy. A deceptively sweet smile played on his lips when he reached out to brush the sweaty, tear streaked hair off his hyung’s face.
“You’re so needy, baby.”
The silver rings were blessedly cool against Yoongi’s overheated skin. They trailed ever so slowly over the red lines Jimin’s favorite ropes had left on his flushed skin. Ropes that had been removed maybe ten minutes ago. I guess this is what it’s like to break a horse. Jimin smirked.
“You’re so good, baby boy.” The younger cooed when Yoongi mewled in response, then took a step back. “Now all you have to do is come beg for more.”
He chuckled when Yoongi’s eyes widened, quickly shooting back and forth between the distance Jimin maintained, and his own hands which he’d held still since Jimin told him not to move.