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Truth be told, Namjoon isn’t entirely sure why he agreed to this.
Part of it was his manager - Taehyung had assured him that it was good money, that there was demand for it, that people wanted to see this kind of scene. Namjoon had been a little bit wary—he was comfortable with the videos that he made, with the people that he worked with—until he’d actually checked out some of the other studio’s content.
WWH Studios has been around for awhile, almost as long as Namjoon’s been doing porn. It had been a small studio, not the most popular, until they’d found their breakout star - a small, pretty Dom called Suga. He and his scene partner—a bigger, stronger man, who went by JK—caused the studio to skyrocket.
Still, they hadn’t exactly been on Namjoon’s radar. The studio specialized in gay porn, which really wasn’t something that Namjoon did. He was well-known in the industry for the scenes that he did with female Dominants - submitting, on his knees, like a good little toy, had made him more money than he cared to think about. He’d never really considered doing porn with another man, though, not until Taehyung had approached him with an email that the director of WWH had sent him.
There was demand, apparently, to see a big, ‘straight’ man like Namjoon get destroyed by someone like Suga. And Namjoon would be lying if he didn’t see the appeal - sure, it wasn’t his type of porn, exactly, but he could understand what other viewers would see in it. So, he agreed to do it, agreed to get on his knees and film a scene with the studio.
And now here he is, standing in a dressing room, trying to hype himself up and quell the nerves bubbling in his stomach.
He’s wrapped in a black robe, the silk of it clinging to his skin. He looks good, he knows he does, all dolled up and clean, but that knowledge does little to put his nerves at ease. This is a new venture for him, unfamiliar territory, not something he’s every done before.
Almost as if he can hear Namjoon’s hesitation, Taehyung knocks on the door, and lets himself in a moment later. He clears his throat, then meets Namjoon’s gaze in the mirror.
“You okay?”
“Yeah,” Namjoon says softly. “I’m… yeah, I’m okay.”
“You’ve been in here for awhile,” Taehyung replies. “We’re ready to get started, if you are.” Namjoon nods slowly, then reaches up to adjust his hair one more time, taking a deep breath. “You can back out, if you—”
“I’m not backing out,” Namjoon says. “I’m just—this is different.”
“It’s not that different.” Taehyung shoves his hands into his pockets. “It’s stuff that you’ve been doing for years, it’s just that the person doing it has a different set of hardware.”
Namjoon exhales, nostrils flaring. “Easy for you to say. You’re not the one getting on your knees.”
“Nope,” Taehyung says, popping the ‘p’ sound. “But that’s why you, the porn professional, get paid the big bucks.” He looks at his watch, then meets Namjoon’s gaze again. “You’re allowed to back out, hyung. They won’t be upset if you do. But what they have planned sounds… fun. You know, as fun as getting railed within an inch of your life can be.”
“Shut up, Taehyung,” Namjoon mutters, and Taehyung laughs quietly. “Let’s go.”
They leave the dressing room together. The air out here is warmer, more comfortable, and by the time they reach the filming studio, Namjoon’s nerves have quieted somewhat. They flare a little bit when he spots Suga—Yoongi, as he’d introduced himself— across the studio, talking to Seokjin, the director of the scene—he’s wearing leather, lots of it, Namjoon notices, and for a moment he struggles to tear his eyes away from the way that the material hugs his thighs. Yoongi looks to them as they approach, and smiles when he sees Namjoon, feline eyes warm.
“Ah, so you found him,” he says softly, glancing to Taehyung. “I’m glad. I was starting to worry that you’d gotten lost on your way to the dressing room, Namjoon-ah.”
Taehyung laughs quietly, and Namjoon can’t help but smile. There’s something infectious about the way that Yoongi’s eyes light up when he grins, something comfortable about the aura that he radiates, putting Namjoon at ease.
“Nothing like that,” Taehyung says. “Just some leftover nerves.”
“Which is to be expected,” Yoongi murmurs. “But you know, Namjoon-ah, that you can back out at any time, right? You’re not obligated to force yourself through this.”
“I know,” Namjoon says. “I still—I still want to do it, it’s just—new. Different.”
Yoongi steps closer, holding Namjoon’s gaze for a moment before he sets his hands on the taller man’s shoulders, squeezing gently. “I know that,” he says softly. “And that’s why we’re going to take it slow. That’s why there’s rules, limits, to make you comfortable, right? And that’s why we have safewords, so that you can tell us if you need to stop.”
“Yes,” Namjoon whispers, and Yoongi’s smile widens.
“I have a question for you. And you’re welcome to say no, please know that - no one’s going to be upset if you say no.” Namjoon nods quickly, blinking at him. “My partner, Jungkook—ah, you’d probably know him better as JK—sometimes he likes to watch, while I’m filming scenes with other people. Would you be okay with him watching us today? He won’t be in the way, we can make sure that you don’t even have to see him, if that would make you more comfortable.”
“Ah,” Namjoon says. “Um, that—that would be fine, I don’t mind.”
“Are you sure? Like I said, it’s alright if you say no, we don’t mind either way.”
“No, it’s alright. He can watch.”
Yoongi nods slowly, then squeezes Namjoon’s shoulders gently. “Alright. Now that that’s out of the way, if you’re ready, I suppose we can get on with it. We’ve already filmed the intro with you, so you know what we’re going to be doing. Do you need a moment before we get started?”
“No,” Namjoon says quickly. “No, ah, I think—I think if I wait any longer, I might combust.”
Yoongi chuckles. “Nervous?”
“A little,” Namjoon admits.
“Don’t be,” Yoongi says. “I’ll take care of you.”
Namjoon nods. “I—I know you will,” he says, and he does. He’s seen it, has watched a few of Yoongi’s scenes, especially the ones with shy subs, nervous subs, he’s seen the care that Yoongi puts into his scenes with newer people. “I trust you.”
“Thank you,” Yoongi murmurs. “I hope you know how much I value that trust.” His hands finally fall from Namjoon’s shoulders, and he beckons him towards the stage that they’ve got set up in front of the cameras. He helps Namjoon up onto it, then guides him to the center with a warm hand on the center of his back. “Stay right here for me, okay? I’ll be right back.” He stays beside Namjoon for a moment longer, before he steps away from him, walking to the table alongside the stage.
Namjoon takes a deep breath, exhaling softly through his nose. He tucks his chin down, rolling each of his wrists as he listens to Yoongi’s soft, thoughtful hum, as he considers the toys laid out in front of him.
“Jungkook-ah, can you come here? I need a hand.”
Out of the corner of his eye, Namjoon watches Jungkook pad across the room. Yoongi hands him a couple of bundles of rope, then stands, returns to where Namjoon is standing.
“Still okay?”
“Yeah,” Namjoon says.
“Good,” Yoongi murmurs. He cocks his head to the side, considering Namjoon for a few seconds. “Tell me what your safewords are.”
“Red if I want to stop, if it’s too much,” Namjoon says, and Yoongi hums his approval. “And mercy if I need you to slow down.” Yoongi nods slowly, still holding his gaze, then smiles softly.
“Can I take this off of you?” Yoongi asks, tapping the knot holding Namjoon’s robe shut. Namjoon nods, and Yoongi clicks his tongue. “Can you use your words for me? I’d like to hear you.”
“Yes,” Namjoon says quietly, and Yoongi smiles. The brief flash of teeth that Namjoon is rewarded with makes him shiver, in spite of how warm it is in the room.
“Cute,” Yoongi murmurs. He hooks a finger in the belt, tugging lightly on it, then glances at one of the cameras. “As you know,” he pauses, as he fiddles with the knot, “this part of the shoot is only available to our top tier of subscribers. They like to see the whole process, especially when I’m tying pretty boys up.” He finally undoes the knot, then lets it fall away, pushing the robe off of Namjoon’s shoulders. He takes it in one hand, then hands it to Jungkook, who drapes it over his arm. “Mm, pretty.” He hooks a finger under Namjoon’s chin, nudging his head up slightly.
He takes Namjoon’s wrist in his hand, then reaches for Jungkook. Jungkook hands him a bundle of rope, still silent, and Yoongi hums his thanks, low, barely audible. He undoes the bundle, then moves, to stand beside Namjoon. He starts to wrap it around Namjoon’s forearm with smooth, practiced movements, a tiny dent appearing between his eyebrows with the intensity of his focus.
“You have some experience with rope bondage,” he says quietly, and Namjoon nods slowly. “Do you like it?”
“I do,” Namjoon breathes, trying to find something to focus on, on the wall behind the cameras, as Yoongi continues to wrap the rope around his forearm. “I like the way it feels.”
Yoongi ties a quick knot as he finishes the cuff that he’s created around Namjoon’s wrist, then lets the tails fall to the ground. He moves to Namjoon’s other side, taking the second bundle of rope from Jungkook, before he starts to create the same cuff on the other arm. “Do you find,” he asks softly, glancing up at Namjoon for a moment, “that you enjoy the restriction of it? Or is it something else?”
“I guess… I guess it’s about the loss of freedom. Of having the option to move taken away from me. And it—I don’t know, it’s about trust. Knowing that I can trust someone to take that control away.” Namjoon says, then turns his head to look at Yoongi. The Dominant is watching his face, and when their gazes lock, he offers Namjoon a soft smile.
“I think I like you already, pup,” Yoongi says, and Namjoon’s breath hitches. “You’re very well-behaved.” He steps away from Namjoon a moment later, taking the tails of the rope, and crouching down, to tie the ropes to a ring that’s fastened to the floor. He does the same on the other side, then stands, moving to face Namjoon again. “Show me how much you can move.”
Namjoon takes a breath, then moves his arms, tugging lightly on the ropes holding him. Yoongi smiles, approval in his eyes, and Namjoon shivers again.
“Thank you, pup,” Yoongi says softly. “Jungkook-ah, you can go sit, now.” Jungkook nods, then wanders away from them, taking a seat behind the cameras. “Alright,” he says, tracing his fingertips down Namjoon’s sides slowly. “I’m going to step away from you for a little bit, alright? We’re gonna let them get some shots of your pretty body, before we start to play.”
“Okay,” Namjoon breathes, and Yoongi smiles.
Yoongi hums, then cocks his head to the side. “Mm, I don’t really love the word okay. If I tell you to do something, I want you to say yes, hyung. Can you do that for me?”
Namjoon takes a deep breath. “Yes, hyung.”
Yoongi grins at him. He pats Namjoon’s cheek, then takes a step back, making his way off of the stage, and leaving Namjoon alone up there. He slips his hands into his pockets, letting the camerapeople do their jobs. His gaze never leaves Namjoon, even when the submissive’s eyes flutter shut.
Yoongi does glance away for a split second, just to take a peek at Jungkook. His partner is leaning forward slightly in his seat, staring intently at Namjoon.
When Seokjin gives the signal, Yoongi walks forward slowly, steps even, measured. He steps up onto the stage, then begins to circle Namjoon, eyes intense. He lets Namjoon stand there in silence for a few seconds, before he steps forward, touching a hand to Namjoon’s stomach. His hands are huge, Namjoon realizes, way bigger than the size of his body would suggest…
And Namjoon wants them all over him.
The realization hits him like a train, and his eyes snap open. He regrets that immediately, when he’s met with Yoongi’s intense, burning gaze, all dark smolder and pretty mouth. Namjoon swallows thickly, something starting to stir in his belly.
“Ah, there you are,” Yoongi whispers. Namjoon’s breath hitches, as the sweet tendrils of submission start to creep into his mind, teasing at him. “You’re going to be a good boy for me, aren’t you?”
Namjoon takes a deep breath, letting the weight of Yoongi’s words, the sweet intonation of his voice, sit on his tongue for a moment, before he speaks. “Yes, hyung.”
Yoongi slaps him. It’s light, barely a tap, doesn’t even sting, but Namjoon gasps anyways, head turning to the side. “Yes, hyung, what?” Yoongi asks. “Use your words.”
“Y-yes, hyung, I’ll be good for you,” Namjoon manages, as he sucks in a sharp breath.
Yoongi grins, the look feral, a moment before he grabs Namjoon by the jaw. He pulls him close, pressing their foreheads together, holding the submissive’s gaze. “Good,” he murmurs, and Namjoon barely holds back the weak little sound that bubbles up in his throat. “That’s good.”
He lets his hand slide down a moment later, tracing it down the line of Namjoon’s throat, onto his chest. He smooths his palm over Namjoon’s pecs, then down onto his stomach, petting the skin there gently.
“You’ve never been with another man, right, Namjoon-ah?”
This is dirty talk, Namjoon can do this. Namjoon’s built a career off of things like this, of following when he’s led. This should be easy for him.
“No, hyung, never,” Namjoon breathes, fighting not to break eye contact. He wants to, fuck, does he want to look away, but he won’t, won’t give Yoongi the satisfaction. And maybe it’s stupid to be trying to cling to his pride, when he knows damn well that Yoongi’s going to be stripping him down to nothing before long, but he can’t bring himself to look away, not yet.
Yoongi hums thoughtfully. “I’m flattered,” he says. “I get to be the first man to break down this pretty body.”
“Yes, hyung.”
Yoongi chuckles, a moment before he presses his hand over Namjoon’s crotch. Namjoon stiffens, muscles pulling tight, straining against the ropes holding him in place, but he doesn’t try to pull away. The pressure isn’t nearly enough, but it’s something, and all at once, he’s aware that he was already starting to get hard, even before had Yoongi touched him.
“I want to play a game with you,” Yoongi says softly, reclaiming Namjoon’s attention. “Would you like to play a game with me, Namjoon-ah? Does that sound like fun?”
Namjoon’s next breath is shaky, strangled. “Y-yes, hyung,” he manages.
Yoongi cocks his head to the side, smirking. “Aww,” he coos, “am I losing you already, pup?” Namjoon shakes his head quickly, and Yoongi laughs, the sound just a shade off from cruel. “No? You’re still present, right? You’re here with me?”
“Yeah,” Namjoon breathes. “Y-yeah.”
“That’s not how you answer me, is it, pup?”
“N-no, hyung, ‘s not, I—yes, hyung, I’m here, I’m present.”
Yoongi hums. “Yeah?” he asks softly. “And you’re gonna stay that way, right? You’re going to stay present with me, you’re not going to go sliding back into that pretty little headspace of yours.” Namjoon nods again, lips parting as he struggles to catch his breath. “Because it’s easy for you, right, to take what I have to give if you’re in that space. But I want you present. I want you to feel everything that I’m doing to you.”
“Yes, hyung,” Namjoon says. “I’m—I’m going to stay present, I promise.”
“Oh, you promise, do you?” Yoongi asks. “You know what happens if you break a promise in my dungeon, Namjoon-ah?”
“No, hyung,” Namjoon whispers. He takes a deep breath, trying to calm down, keep himself collected. It’s not going to do him much good to get all worked up now—they’re in for a long scene, he knows that, know exactly what Yoongi has planned for him.
Yoongi laughs softly, before he steps away from Namjoon, moving to circle around behind him. “Boys who break promises in my dungeon get nasty, nasty punishments. I’d really rather not give you one of those today, Namjoon-ah, wouldn’t you agree?”
“I—I agree, hyung.”
“Cute,” Yoongi says. Namjoon hears him move across the stage - presumably to the table - before he returns moments later. “We’ve only just met, it would be a shame if I had to punish you already, especially since you’ve been so well-behaved for me so far.” He touches a warm hand to Namjoon’s shoulder, before he drags it down the length of his spine, all the way to his ass, covered by his dark underwear. “So, Namjoon-ah promises that he’s going to be a good pup for me, that he’s going to stay present. Is that right, pup?”
“Yes, hyung.”
“Good,” Yoongi breathes. “Take a deep breath for me. Keep your breathing nice and even for hyung, and stay with me, okay?”
“Yes,” Namjoon manages. “Ah, yes, hyung.”
Yoongi pinches Namjoon’s ass gently, and Namjoon gasps, that single touch managing to throw him completely off kilter. He sucks in a breath, clinging to Yoongi’s instructions for dear life, and when he exhales, he has maybe a split second of warning before the flogger lands across his ass.
He squeaks out a sound—an embarrassing, humiliating sound—and behind him, he hears Yoongi laugh softly. Namjoon sucks in a long, slow breath, then exhales, doing his best to let the pain work its way through him, bleeding into his muscles. The strike really didn’t even hurt that much—it wasn’t particularly hard, and most of the tails didn’t hit bare skin—but Namjoon’s on edge, he’s nervous, acutely aware of everything happening behind him.
“I need you to relax for me, pup,” Yoongi murmurs quietly. “Can’t have a pretty pup like you being all jumpy.”
He waits patiently, until Namjoon nods his agreement—the movement followed shortly by a low yes, hyung—before he hums his approval, pulling the flogger back for another hit. He doesn’t actual strike, though, until Namjoon releases the breath that he’d been holding, shoulders shaking with it.
When the flogger hits Namjoon this time, he lets out a soft, breathy sound that’s plucked from somewhere in his throat. Behind him, he hears Yoongi make a thoughtful noise, before he strikes him again, slightly harder than the last hit.
“Breathe for me.”
He hears the words like he’s underwater, his body complying before he can really register the order. His chest rises, then falls, with a slow, shaky breath, and behind him, he hears a low hum—appreciative, maybe, or pleased.
The next few strikes come in quick succession, so fast that Namjoon can’t tell how many there are. He tries to keep breathing through it, to let the faint tendrils of pain vibrate through him, leaving his nerves singing with it.
A few moments later, the flogger stops, and Namjoon chokes on a soft little gasp at how suddenly it happened. He sucks in a deep breath, and a moment later, Yoongi steps forward. He touches a hand to the curve of Namjoon’s ass, still clothed in his underwear, and Namjoon lets out a soft sound, as Yoongi squeezes his ass gently.
“Breathe,” Yoongi murmurs. “Deep breaths for me.”
Namjoon sucks in a long, slow breath, squaring his shoulders, then tries to let himself relax. He swallows thickly, as Yoongi’s hand travels up his back slowly, to grip the back of his neck, digging his fingers into thick muscle. “You pink up really pretty, pup.”
“Thank you, hyung.”
Yoongi chuckles quietly, squeezing his neck gently, before he lets his hand slide back down, tracing the column of Namjoon’s spine. “I’m going to hit you harder now, turn these pretty pink thighs all red for me.” He releases Namjoon, then steps back. “And I want you to keep breathing for me, pup, alright? Can you do that for me?”
“Yes, hyung.”
“Such a polite puppy,” Yoongi coos. “Isn’t he so polite, all yes, hyung and thank you, hyung. You’re a precious addition to my dungeon.”
“Th-thank you, hyung,” Namjoon whispers, as his cheeks start to heat up. Something coils up in his stomach, little butterflies beating away at his insides.
Yoongi laughs again, then pulls the flogger back, ready to strike. He hesitates for a few seconds, just enough to keep Namjoon on his toes, before he lets the flogger fall, a hard strike landing right across Namjoon’s ass. Namjoon yelps, not expecting the strike, rising up slightly on his toes as a shudder runs through him. As the pain burns through him, he sucks in a sharp breath, then exhales shakily, and behind him, he hears Yoongi hum softly.
“Good boy,” Yoongi murmurs, and Namjoon gasps quietly as his cock twitches in his underwear. “Keep doing that for me, okay? Just keep breathing, and keep yourself present for me.”
“Yes, hyung,” Namjoon manages.
“You’re precious,” Yoongi says, before the flogger falls across Namjoon’s ass again. As he continues to flog Namjoon, the pain starts to bleed together, a braided pattern—breathe, strike, breathe—that leaves Namjoon shaking where he stands.
When it finally stops, Namjoon can barely breathe, his head spinning, nerves on fire. It takes him a beat too long to process that Yoongi has stopped, and then he feels a hand on his hip, snapping him back to reality. He sucks in a quick breath, and Yoongi makes a thoughtful sound, caressing his side gently. “Still with me?” he asks softly, and Namjoon nods quickly. “Use your words, pup.”
“I’m still with you, hyung,” Namjoon whispers. “I’m still—I’m okay.”
“Good pup,” Yoongi says. He continues to pet Namjoon’s side for a few seconds, before he moves. He circles around to stand in front of Namjoon, hand still warm on his side. “Look at me.” Namjoon obeys without a word, their gazes locking, and Yoongi smiles at him. “Yeah, you are, you’re still with me.” He lets his gaze wander downwards, a moment before it lands on Namjoon’s crotch, and Namjoon freezes, as he realizes that his cock is hard inside of his undewear. “Are you having fun, puppy?”
“Y-yes, hyung.”
Yoongi laughs quietly under his breath, then lets his fingertips trail down Namjoon’s stomach, tracing the bump of each ab, before he hooks his fingertips in Namjoon’s underwear. After a moment, Namjoon takes a deep breath, and Yoongi smiles up at him, before he drags Namjoon’s underwear down slowly.
When Namjoon’s cock comes into view, Namjoon sucks in a sharp breath, and Yoongi chuckles quietly, continuing to peel Namjoon’s underwear down, leaving them caught around his thighs. “Look at this,” Yoongi whispers. Out of the corner of his eye, Namjoon sees one of the camerapeople moving, to get a better angle on his dick, as Yoongi wraps his fingers around it. His fingers are long, and Namjoon stares at them for a long moment, before he meets Yoongi’s gaze again. “Big cock for a big boy, right?”
“Y-yes, hyung.”
“Do you get a lot of use out of this, pup?” Yoongi asks quietly. “Do your pretty mistresses get a lot of use out of this big, pretty cock?”
“Yes, hyung,” Namjoon breathes. “They do.”
Yoongi laughs softly, then gives Namjoon’s cock a long, slow stroke. Namjoon shudders, fingers curling into fists, but he doesn’t move, doesn’t so much as try to fuck his cock into Yoongi’s fist as Yoongi continues to stroke his cock slowly. “Good boy,” Yoongi purrs, and Namjoon lets out a low, choked moan. “Yeah, you like that. You like being good for me.”
“Yes, hyung.”
Yoongi chuckles, then releases Namjoon’s cock. He reaches up, to grab Namjoon by the jaw, leaning in close, their foreheads pressing together. “It’s been a long time since I’ve had a good boy in my dungeon,” he murmurs. Namjoon swallows hard, gaze dropping down to Yoongi’s mouth. He can’t tear his eyes away, and when Yoongi notices, he snorts, then pulls away. “Do you know what good boys get, Namjoon?”
“Um,” Namjoon whispers, clearing his throat, voice rough. “G-good boys get, uh, rewards, hyung.”
“Mm, and he’s smart, too,” Yoongi coos, as he steps around Namjoon, pulling the flogger back again. “That’s right, pup, good puppies get rewarded.” He lets the flogger fall, across Namjoon’s bare ass this time, and Namjoon startles, a high-pitched sound breaking out of his throat. “Mm, that was a cute sound. Do that again.”
Before Namjoon can respond, Yoongi strikes him again, then again, and doesn’t let up, as Namjoon’s sounds start to grow in volume, until each strike has him practically shouting, gasping for breath.
When Yoongi does stop, Namjoon lets out a high-pitched keening sound, tipping his head back and baring his throat. Yoongi steps back, taking in the image before him for a few seconds, before he moves forward again, grabbing a handful of Namjoon’s ass.
“Pretty,” Yoongi breathes. Namjoon whines at the pressure of Yoongi’s fingers against his hot, red skin. “Yeah, this is a good color on you, I see what your mistresses were raving about.”
“Hyung,” Namjoon breathes, “ah, I, it hurts—”
Yoongi laughs, then releases Namjoon’s ass. Namjoon exhales softly, almost in relief, and a split second later, Yoongi lands two quick slaps, one on each cheek, and Namjoon howls. His knees nearly give out, but Yoongi catches him with an arm around his waist, dragging him back against his chest. “Good,” he murmurs, and Namjoon makes a breathless little sound. “I like when pretty boys hurt for me.”
“H-hyung,” Namjoon gasps. “H-hurts.”
“I’m flogging you, pup, of course it hurts.” Namjoon whines in his throat, and Yoongi laughs again, the sound bordering on cruel. “Besides, your cock certainly doesn’t seem to be complaining. You’re still hard.”
Namjoon looks down quickly at his dick, and whines quietly when he finds that Yoongi is right. Yoongi chuckles, then releases Namjoon, stepping away from him.
“But you were right, earlier,” Yoongi murmurs, as he moves to stand in front of Namjoon once more. “Good boys get rewards, and you’ve been a very, very good boy.” Namjoon blinks at him, eyes wide, and Yoongi smiles, before he reaches for Namjoon’s wrist, tugging the knot free in one smooth, easy movement. He takes Namjoon’s wrist in his hand, running his thumb along the fragile skin, examining it for a few seconds. “Does it hurt at all?”
“No, hyung.”
“I’m glad,” Yoongi says, then does the same on the other side. “C’mon, let’s move to the bed, and see about that reward.”
Yoongi laces their fingers together, and leads Namjoon towards the bed. Behind them, Namjoon hears camerapeople moving, dimly hears Jungkook standing, and picking up his chair, to make his way over to the bed. His face floods red when he remembers that Jungkook has been watching them, that he’s been looking, and he ducks his head. Yoongi makes a low, thoughtful sound, then squeezes his hand, and helps Namjoon onto the bed.
“Lay down for me, pup,” Yoongi murmurs quietly, running his thumb along Namjoon’s knuckles. Namjoon nods, pausing as Yoongi helps him the rest of the way out of his underwear, before he lays down on his back, blinking up at Yoongi. “You feel okay, puppy?”
“Yes, hyung,” Namjoon whispers.
Yoongi smiles. “Nervous?”
“Maybe a little bit,” Namjoon breathes.
Yoongi pats his thigh gently, then scoots back slightly on his knees. “Relax for me, okay? You’re going to feel really good.” Namjoon nods slowly, taking another deep breath as Yoongi moves to the end of the bed. He wraps his fingers around Namjoon’s ankle, glancing at the camera for a moment, before he drags his nail down the bottom of Namjoon’s foot. Namjoon squeaks, jerking in Yoongi’s grip, and Yoongi laughs quietly. He traces his fingertips over the path that he just followed with his nail, and Namjoon lets out a breathless little sound, almost a laugh. “Are you ticklish, pup?” Yoongi asks softly.
“Yes, hyung,” Namjoon says quietly. Yoongi laughs again, then drags his fingertips down Namjoon’s foot. Namjoon squeals quietly, a laugh bubbling up in his throat, and Yoongi chuckles under his breath, before he releases Namjoon’s foot.
“Precious,” Yoongi whispers, then grabs the leather set of cuffs attached to the bedpost. He buckles Namjoon’s ankle into the cuff, then moves over to the other side of the bed, doing the exact same thing on the other side. “How much can you move, pup?” Namjoon squirms a little bit in the cuffs, and Yoongi hums his approval, then slides his hands up Namjoon’s legs slowly. He kneads at his thighs gently, meeting Namjoon’s gaze, and smirking down at him. “Still with me?”
“Yes, hyung.”
“And you’re gonna stay right here with me, right?” Yoongi asks quietly, slipping his hand between Namjoon’s legs. He strokes his fingertips over Namjoon’s balls gently, just to see Namjoon shiver underneath him. “Hm?”
“Yes, hyung,” Namjoon says breathily, thighs flexing as Yoongi continues to pet his balls. “A-ah, ah—”
“I’m going to open you up now,” Yoongi murmurs. He reaches for the bottle of lube lying on the bed, then uncaps it, chuckling when Namjoon’s gaze snaps to the bottle. “Deep breathes for me, deep breaths, pup.”
Namjoon nods quickly, sucking in a deep breath through his nose. Yoongi smiles at him, watching as Namjoon’s nostrils flare on his exhale. He takes another breath while Yoongi watches, and this time, as he exhales, Yoongi strokes his thumb over Namjoon’s hole. Namjoon startles, and Yoongi laughs, squeezing his thigh with his other hand. “Cute. Are you nervous?”
Namjoon shakes his head quickly, and Yoongi chuckles, as he pours lube over Namjoon’s hole. “I’m not nervous, hyung.”
“No?”
“No,” Namjoon echoes. “I’m—I’m not. I can take it.”
Yoongi cocks his head to the side, considering. “I can take it, he says. That’s precious.” He swipes his thumb over Namjoon’s hole again, then shifts slightly, pressing his index finger into Namjoon’s hole. Namjoon chokes on a breathless little sound, legs spreading further, clenching around Yoongi’s finger. “Shh, take it. Take it for me.”
“I can—I can take it, hyung.”
“I know that you can,” Yoongi murmurs. “I’ve seen you take bigger things than this, way bigger.” Namjoon chokes on another sound, and Yoongi snorts softly. “You can take my fingers, pup. Just relax, let hyung open you up.”
“Yes, hyung.”
Yoongi continues to work his finger in and out of Namjoon, before he adds a second one. As he does, he moves, to straddle Namjoon’s thigh, then reaches for Namjoon’s chest, pinching a nipple hard between his fingers. Namjoon howls, arching to try and squirm away from the touch, but Yoongi doesn’t let him get anywhere, both hands relentless as he fucks into Namjoon’s hole and tugs on his nipple.
“Hyung,” Namjoon manages, voice high-pitched, frantic, barely audible between the pained noises that are being wrenched through his teeth. “Hyung, it hurts, hurts—”
“Good,” Yoongi purrs. “I’ve already told you, I like when boys hurt for me. I especially like when my pretty puppy hurts for me.” Namjoon wails, thrashing against his restraints, and Yoongi laughs again, drilling his fingers in deeper. He curls his fingers, seeking out Namjoon’s prostate. When he finds it, Namjoon moans, the sound loud and shameless, and Yoongi grins, shark-like and predatory. “There, does that feel better? Does that make you feel good.”
“Hyung,” Namjoon chokes out. “Hyung, please—”
“Hyung, please, what, pup?” Yoongi asks, calm as could be, massaging Namjoon’s prostate. He releases Namjoon’s nipple, a moment before he reaches for the other one, pinching it hard. “Tell hyung what you want.”
“C-c—wanna—wanna come.”
Yoongi grins, stretching Namjoon’s hole open gently. “What if I don’t want you to, hm? What if I tell you no?”
“Th-then—then I w-won’t, but—” Namjoon’s voice cuts into a long, low moan, and Yoongi watches his cock twitch against his stomach. “But please don’t tell me no.”
“Aww,” Yoongi coos. “That was sweet. That was absolutely precious, you’re adorable.” He finally releases Namjoon’s nipple, then squeezes his thigh again. “You’ve been good for me, haven’t you? Took your flogging so well, you’ve been so well-behaved while I’ve been opening you up, taking everything that I’ve given you, I suppose you deserve it, huh?”
Namjoon whines softly, nodding quickly, hips canting up, a moment before Yoongi wraps his fingers around Namjoon’s cock. He gives it a slow stroke, watching Namjoon’s face intently as he continues to play with his prostate. “H-h-hyung,” Namjoon gasps. “Please—”
“Go ahead,” Yoongi murmurs. “Go on, puppy, come for me.”
When Namjoon comes, he arches backwards off of the bed, planting his heels in the mattress and moaning as his cock spills. White splashes across his his stomach, his chest, dripping down the sides of his cock over Yoongi’s fingers, as his hole clenches down hard. Yoongi makes a low, appreciative noise, and dimly, Namjoon realizes that he’s speaking, but he can’t make out words, too caught up on riding the waves of pleasure that are rolling through him.
“Good boy,” Yoongi says, voice low. He keeps touching Namjoon, fingers turning gentle on his cock, until Namjoon whimpers, trying to squirm away, oversensitive. Yoongi releases him, letting his fingers slip out of Namjoon’s hole, as Namjoon gasps for breath, eyes squeezed shut. “Good boy, you’re so good.” Yoongi strokes Namjoon’s thighs gently, petting him for a few seconds, before he moves, sliding towards the end of the bed to unbuckle the cuffs holding Namjoon in place.
“H-hyung,” Namjoon manages, and Yoongi hums, moving to kneel beside Namjoon, running his fingers through his hair. “Ah.”
“Feel okay?” Yoongi asks, and Namjoon nods quickly. “Ah, good boy. You did so well for me, Namjoon-ah.”
A moment later, Namjoon pushes himself upright, and Yoongi sets a hand on his back, stroking up and down the length of his spine slowly.
“Let’s get you cleaned up, hm?” Yoongi says quietly. “Get you all cleaned up, and then we can film our little post-scene interview.” He squeezes Namjoon’s hip, then guides him towards the edge of the bed, helping him to his feet. “Good boy, c’mon. Let hyung clean you up, alright?”
“Yes, hyung,” Namjoon breathes, leaning against Yoongi as the Dominant leads him towards the bathroom. “Ah, thank you, hyung.”
“Of course, pup,” Yoongi whispers, barely audible, as he opens the bathroom door. “Thank you, Namjoon-ah.”
“For…” Namjoon trails off, blinking blearily. “For what?”
Yoongi smiles sweetly at him, as he helps Namjoon lean against the counter in the bathroom. He reaches past him for a washcloth, wetting it in the sink. “For trusting me,” he says quietly, meeting Namjoon’s gaze for a moment, before he starts to clean him up with slow, steady strokes. “Here, I’ll let you get dressed, alright? Your robe is hanging there, feel free to take your time.”
Yoongi sets the washcloth down, pausing for a moment, before he turns to leave. As he reaches for the door handle, Namjoon clears his throat, reclaiming his attention.
“Something wrong?”
“I—did I—was I good?”
Yoongi’s eyes soften, and he closes the gap between them again, setting his hands on Namjoon’s jaw, holding his gaze. “Pup,” he murmurs. “Namjoon-ah. You were so, so good, you did so well for me, hyung is proud.”
Namjoon smiles breathlessly, face looking totally relieved. “I—thank you, hyung.” He pauses, chewing on his lower lip for a second, hesitation clawing at him for a few seconds. “Will we… can we do this again sometime?”
Yoongi laughs. “We can certainly talk about it,” he murmurs, as he steps closer, to ruffle Namjoon’s hair. “I would certainly be interesting in playing with you again. And you know what, Namjoon-ah?”
“What, hyung?”
“Jungkookie couldn’t take his eyes off of you, either.”
Namjoon’s eyes widen, cheeks turning pink at the memory of Jungkook’s eyes on him. The other pornstar, Yoongi’s… Yoongi’s partner, is pretty, so pretty.
“Just a thought,” Yoongi says softly. “But you should get cleaned up, and we should get you settled, before we even consider having this discussion, alright?” Namjoon nods quickly. “Alright.” He smiles down at Namjoon, fingers still carding absently through his hair. “Hyung is proud of you, Namjoon-ah.”
“Thank you, hyung.”
“Of course,” Yoongi whispers. “I’ll see you out there, alright?”
“Alright,” Namjoon says. “Alright.”
— TBC. —