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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      B.A.P, K-pop
  Relationship:
      Bang_Yongguk/Choi_Junhong_|_Zelo
  Character:
      Bang_Yongguk, Choi_Junhong_|_Zelo, Kim_Himchan, Jung_Daehyun, Yoo
      Youngjae, Moon_Jongup
  Additional Tags:
      Daddy_Kink, Dom/sub, Spanking, punishment_kink, Humiliation_kink, Kink
      Exploration, Misunderstandings_and_Communication, Possible_Internalized
      Kink_Shaming, Discovery_of_kink, Roleplay, Established_Relationship, Age
      Difference
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-11-01 Words: 12154
****** Where Is Your Boy Tonight? (I Hope He Is a Gentleman) ******
by thirstingdragon
Summary
     Himchan leans in, giving Yongguk a devious look and lowering his
     voice as if that’s going to prevent the rest of the boys from hearing
     every word. "Like you've never wanted to take little Junhong here
     over your knee and spank him. Maybe you should even find a paddle.
     Then he'd really get the point of the punishment."
      
      
     Or:
     Yongguk and Junhong are teased by the other boys, Yongguk closes
     himself off, Junhong tries to get him to talk about it, and they both
     end up surprised.
Notes
     Written for tokio_jonas for the TBB fic exchange.
     Huge thank you to almostblue for the amazing beta. Any remaining
     mistakes are my own.
See the end of the work for more notes
It's a silly little mistake that starts it all.
They're rehearsing for a television performance. Junhong goes to the right
instead of the left, and ends up spinning into Jongup. It's not anything
disastrous, a simple slip up that's the result of an early morning start and
Yongguk distracting them before the music was queued.
Jongup and Junhong both recover in quick time with bitten off laughter and eye
rolls and finish the song.
After the track ends, Manager Kang gives Junhong a pointed look and Junhong is
quick to offer a bow with an apology, and assurances that it won't happen
again. Manager Kang's response is a simple nod and a gesture to the music
director to run it again.
At his signal, they all head back to their starting marks and the track is
queued up again. There's a light punch on the arm from Daehyun, and Jongup
makes a quip about how Junhong should watch out before he spins right off the
stage. Junhong tries to take it all with grace; light hearted ribbing after a
silly mistake comes with the territory of being the maknae.
When the music starts this time, it's a clean run. Manager Kang gives them a
nod and then makes them go through the track one more time to make sure they
have it down. He waves them off the stage and herds them back to their dressing
room. Kang hyung leaves them there before leaving to have another talk with the
show producers, but not before he extracts promises from Yongguk and Himchan
that they will stay there and out of trouble.
It's a small area for six not-so-small idols, but they make it work. There is a
sofa and an oversized chair in the room that they end up piling on top of;
Daehyun and Youngjae squeeze in next to each other in the chair while Jongup,
Himchan, and Yongguk claim the sofa. Himchan and Jongup have their heads bent
in together, Jongup nodding along to Himchan’s questions. Junhong can’t quite
make out what they're saying. He doesn’t try too hard, though, instead choosing
to toe off his shoes and lay down across all of their laps. It used to be a
small feat to lay down without anyone getting upset about a knee or elbow
ending up in a vulnerable place, but over the last year it’s become a well
practiced routine. Now, there’s not even a break in the conversation as Junhong
rests his head on Yongguk's knee, taking care not to disturb the iPad that
seemingly appeared by magic in Yongguk's hand as soon as they left the stage.
Yongguk doesn't look away from the screen but he does shift the tablet, bracing
it between his leg and the arm of the sofa so he can use one hand to rub at
Junhong's neck. Junhong fights the urge to purr at the careful way that Yongguk
scratches at the short hairs at the back of his neck. Yongguk keeps his motions
small, like he's afraid that the noonas will be after him if he messes
Junhong’s hair up too badly before the performance. He's probably right, but
that doesn't stop Junhong from rubbing his cheek against the soft, worn denim
up Yongguk's jeans in contentment.
Closing his eyes, Junhong lets the noise of the room wash over him. Sleep has
been elusive for him recently, his body aching with growing pains that leave
him tossing and turning for most of the night. Painkillers and hot baths only
do so much. It’s really only been when Yongguk comes to bed, slipping into the
small bunk well after all the others have called it a night, that Junhong’s
been able to get any kind of sleep. With Yongguk’s strong arms wrapping around
him and his leg nestled between Junhong’s own, it’s easy to pretend that he’s
smaller, that he’s not having to deal with giraffe limbs and painful aches. The
heat of Yongguk’s bare skin easily seeps into Junhong’s bones and muscles
through the thin cotton of his shirt.
It’s not instant, but without fail, an hour after Yongguk climbs into bed, the
aches ease their hold enough that he can sleep. It’s when he’s on the edge of
sleep that a chaste kiss to the nape of his neck from his human hot water
bottle coaxes him the rest of the way down.
The gentle rubbing of Yongguk’s thumb on his neck reminds him of that nightly
kiss. The repetitive movement centers Junhong, and it nearly has him lulled to
sleep when there's a pinch to the back of his knee, sharp even through the
layer of his pants.
“Hey, what’s that for?” Junhong turns his head so he can see the culprit.
It’s Himchan. He must have decided he was done mothering Jongup and asking him
if he has eaten enough, because he has a mischievous look in his eyes, likes
he’s found his next victim. His lips quirk as he pokes at Junhong’s shins,
fingertips unerringly finding one of his ever present bruises. Before Junhong
can retaliate, Himchan curls his hands around Junhong’s calves, holding his
legs firmly like Junhong’s an unruly colt being shoed for the first time.
"Junhongie, what were you doing earlier?" he asks. "It's not like you to mess
up. Are you broken? Are we going to have to replace our maknae?"
Even six months ago Junhong would have had a hard time not taking the joking to
heart. Now though, it’s easy to laugh when Jongup joins in the banter, his
fingers dancing on the bottom of Junhong’s feet as he says, "I know you're in
awe of my skills, Junhong-ah, but they're not going to rub off just by you
running into me."
"What if you would have done that on stage, Junhongie?” Himchan teases. “We
would have been in trouble then. Maybe Yongguk needs to make sure that it never
happens again?"
"Yes, that's it!” Youngjae smirks, leaning over the armrest of his and
Daehyun’s shared chair to poke at Junhong’s cheek. “We should make sure you
learn your lesson, Junhong. Maybe we should think up a punishment for you.”
“No,” Junhong says, tone wry. “I think it’ll be alright.”
Himchan is nearly vibrating in place with excitement. “Yes, that’s perfect!
What kind of punishment should our little maknae have?” he asks the rest of the
group.
“Maybe a tweet to all the fans apologizing for not taking things seriously
enough? With a picture of his most repentant face?” Daehyun suggests.
“No, that’s no good,” Himchan shoots down. “It would just make them worry.”
“We can’t have that,” Yongguk says chuckling.
Youngjae’s next to field a suggestion, asking, “How about writing lines for
Kang hyung?”
“Would that be more punishment for him or hyung, though?” is Yongguk’s reply.
Junhong sends him a look of betrayal. He has the worst boyfriend ever.
“My handwriting isn’t that bad,” Junhong protests. “It’s better than
Daehyun’s.”
Daehyun groans. “School was the worst. I think I was sent to the headmaster’s
office at least three times a month.”
Jongup tilts his head like a confused puppy. “Did they never use the paddle?”
“Yah, at least once a week. Though occasionally there would be that rare and
elusive two week gap in between visits instead of every week.”
That sends Youngjae into stitches of laughter while Himchan nods, trying to
keep a serious face, but his eyes give him away. "Jung Daehyun: living proof
that corporal punishment is effective. Now the question is: would such a
spanking be effective for Junhong?"
It takes an effort, but Junhong manages not to swallow his tongue at the
mention of spanking. Yongguk’s hand freezes on Junhong’s neck and when Junhong
risks a glance up at him he looks like he’s trying hard not to laugh.
Their eyes meet, and Yongguk slightly raises an eyebrow. Junhong can feel a
wave of heat climbing his cheeks, remembering just how effective Yongguk's last
spanking had been. He breaks eye contact with Yongguk quickly, hoping the
others will attribute his flushed embarrassment from their teasing and not the
spike of arousal in his belly.
"It will be okay, Junhonggie. Just pretend Yongguk’s an old teacher and you'll
be fine. It’ll be like when you were sent to the headmaster's office." Jongup
leans forward and his elbows are painful points on Junhong’s shins as he
wiggles his eyebrows at the two of them. “Maybe you two can have fun
roleplaying.”
Yongguk loses it then, throwing his head back and letting out a deep laugh,
“You’re horrible, Jongup.”
The banter is familiar. The others have made it their life’s mission to tease
the two of them endlessly, ever since Youngjae first walked in on them in the
bathroom. The two of them together in the bathroom wouldn’t have been anything
unusual in and of itself; they had all shared the bathroom from time to time,
one of them showering while the other was getting ready in front of the mirror.
Except for instead of side by side at the sink, Yongguk had had Junhong pressed
against the counter, held in place by his body, hands on his bare waist.
Junhong had had his hands fisted into Yongguk’s hair, clutching at him while
they kissed.
There hadn’t been any denying it after that. Not that they had wanted too--it
was nice to have the guys know about them, even if it did end up with them
having to deal with a lot of teasing.
So the banter is the familiar part. The unfamiliar part is Junhong trying to
keep himself from getting hard in front of everyone as they continue to go on
about punishments in general and spankings in particular. And to make matters
worse, the burn of embarrassment just flames the coals of his arousal further.
Junhong pulls himself out of his thoughts to see the rest of the boys staring
at him. He tries to find his tongue, concentrating on not giving away the real
reason that his cheeks are flushed.
"But I’ve never been sent to the headmaster's office,” is what comes out of his
mouth. He doesn't even mind his lame answer--mostly he's just thankful that it
was something coherent and not ‘Yes, please. Come on, let’s go so you can spank
me, Yongguk.’ That would have been bad. Very, very bad.
“See! It will be a new experience! Something to keep the spark alive in your
old, married relationship.”
“Oh my god, Jongup, shut up,” Junhong moans but he’s muffled by the fabric of
Yongguk’s shirt. He tries not to squirm, not wanting to bring attention to the
fact that he’s now not-quite half hard while laying across his bandmates’ laps.
He barely registers the coughing fit that Yongguk muffles with his inner elbow,
his mind too busy racing away in a million conflicting directions at once.
Maybe if he wishes hard enough, the ground will open up beneath him and swallow
him and his embarrassment whole. “You’re all horrible and mean and I don’t like
a single one of you.”
“Lies. We don’t believe you at all, Junhonggie.”
“I do, and as soon as we get back home, I’m going to talk to Kang hyung and ask
for a new group where I’ll be the leader and not the maknae.”
Yongguk snorts and tugs on a lock of Junhong’s hair. “That’s what I did, and it
got me saddled with all of you.”
“See?” Himchan says, “It’s a bad plan. Plus you’d miss us all too much.”
Junhong can feel Jongup shift, leaning in to stage whisper into Himchan’s ear.
“More like he’d miss Yongguk’s dick too much.”
Junhong can feel his face flush a thousand and one shades of red. He tries to
do anything other than sputter like a moron but before he has a chance to
reply, Himchan smacks Jongup’s arm. “You are truly the crassest person I have
ever known.”
“Awww, Channie, you say the sweetest things.” Jongup says, batting his eyes,
resting his head on Himchan’s shoulder so that he can blink up at him through
his eyelashes.
“I’m serious, Jongup. Your lack of subtly pains me.”
“Hey, that’s not fair,” he pouts. “You’re the one that left that special
website open on Yongguk’s iPad.”
“Yes, and that was subtle. Unlike you blundering about on your elephant feet.”
Himchan turns to face Jongup completely, nearly upsetting Junhong from his lap
in the process. Yongguk comes to the rescue though, pulling Junhong up and
situating him so that he’s sitting sideways between Yongguk’s spread thighs.
It’s a bit of an awkward fit. Junhong swears that he’s all arms and legs these
days, but Yongguk never listens.
Junhong squirms around, folding himself into Yongguk’s lap and getting
comfortable. He keeps his legs in Himchan’s lap, but leans against Yongguk’s
chest. He brushes a dry kiss against the place where Yongguk’s pulse beats the
hardest before he tucks his face against his neck. Yongguk wraps his arm around
Junhong’s waist, holding him securely. It’s an innocent enough position, one
that they’ve all been spotted in enough times not to raise suspicion if someone
was to come into the room without knocking. It means that Junhong’s semi is
hidden a little bit more than it was when he was laying on his back.
Now comfortable, Junhong listens in Himchan and Jongup wind up to their little
love spat. He doesn’t have to watch to know how it will end. It's been played
out so many times that Junhong can practically see it dance across the backs of
his eye lids. They’ll trade little quips back and forth, Jongup’s smile getting
wider and wider while Himchan tries his hardest not to laugh at Jongup’s
ridiculousness. Finally when Himchan won’t be able to talk it any more, he’ll
whack Jongup upside the head or smack him with a pillow--something that will
make Jongup go all soft and sweet next to him and bury himself closer into
Himchan’s side like an eager puppy, wanting love and attention even after being
thumped on the nose with a bit of newspaper.
Sure enough, after the soft thud and a soft, disgruntled “Hey!” Junhong peeks
out from his hiding place against Yongguk’s neck to see Jongup underneath
Himchan’s arm looking like the cat that caught the canary.
Pleased by his ‘win’, Himchan’ grins and pokes Yongguk in the side, “Since the
tactless Jongup here,"--he pulls Jongup in closer with the arm hooked around
his neck and Jongup doesn't even have the decency to look abashed--“has
suggested a winning punishment, what do you say, fearless leader?” he prods, a
smile splitting his face that he doesn't make effort to hide.
He leans in, giving Yongguk a devious look and lowering his voice as if that’s
going to prevent the rest of the boys from hearing every word. "Like you've
never wanted to take little Junhong here over your knee and spank him. Maybe
you should even find a paddle. Then he'd really get the point of the
punishment."
Oh. Oh.
Junhong's breath stutters in his chest and he bends his legs, pulling them
mostly out of Himchan’s lap. He tries, he really really does, to not squirm
from the images that Himchan’s words--hell, the entire conversation--have put
in his head, but he can’t keep from pressing against Yongguk, a nearly
soundless whisper worming it’s way out of his throat and into Yongguk’s skin.
Yongguk tightens his arm around Junhong, pulling him closer. Junhong can feel
the chuckles working their way out of him. He knows exactly why Junhong’s
reacting the way he is and the precise reason he’s embarrassed, and that makes
Junhong get even harder.
“Alright, that’s enough, guys. You’ve had your fun.” He calls them off, still
laughing himself. They must smell blood in the water because it doesn’t stop
them all from laughing like a bunch of hyenas.
“But hyung, think of all the other types of fun you could have!” Jongup says.
Youngjae joins in, saying between giggles, "Ah, come on. What do you say, Daddy
Yongguk?" only to nearly fall out of his chair with laughter; Daehyun's arm
around his shoulder the only thing keeping him upright.
Yongguk freezes at Youngjae’s sentence, his entire body going tense beneath
Junhong so quick that he’d swear that he’d stopped breathing. It’s one beat
then another of silence before Yongguk speaks, voice guarded and reserved,
completely the opposite of the entire conversation. "I don't think that will be
necessary."
As he speaks, he moves his hips slightly, shifting away from Junhong and
putting a few scant inches between them when there was nothing but cloth
before.
The rest of the boys sense the change in Yongguk and the mirth is sucked from
the room. They all give Yongguk searching looks. It’s Himchan who speaks first.
“You’re right, of course. Sorry Junhong, we took it too far. No hard feelings?”
Himchan looks at Junhong like he’s searching his face for a sign that he really
did push the boundaries and missed the cue.
Junhong gives a small shake of his head, “It’s fine, Himchannie. You didn’t
hurt my feelings.” He gives what he hopes is a reassuring smile to the others
and waves off their apologies. He might have been mortified and embarrassed,
but it was nothing he couldn't handle.
The next few minutes are as close to painfully awkward as things ever get
between the six of them.
Eventually, though, things all settle into a familiar ebb and flow as they each
go back to killing the time before they’re summoned to hair and makeup. Junhong
doesn’t join any of the other’s activities, instead relaxing quietly against
Yongguk’s chest. He can feel the tension that’s still thrumming through him
while he taps away at some lyric notes on the iPad. Junhong waits until he’s
sure that the others are all occupied with other things before he lifts his
head and presses his lips lightly against Yongguk’s ear.
“Are you alright?” If Junhong was just the maknae, he probably wouldn’t have
dared to ask, not wanting to step on any lines. But over the last few months
he’s come to terms with the fact that’s not his only title and those aren’t his
only responsibilities. Private responsibilities, sometimes more confusing and
with their own set of rules, but responsibilities that he takes very seriously
nonetheless.
“I’m fine. You?” There’s an inquiry there but Yongguk doesn’t look up from the
screen in front of him.
“Perfectly fine. Just some stupid jokes, you know?” Junhong shrugs.
None of their comments had been serious. The other boys know that Yongguk and
Junhong are more than just bandmates; it might mean that they tease them
whenever the opportunity presents itself, but their friendship within the group
means that they’re normally all good about not stepping over the line. It’s all
good fun that sometimes that leads to some squirming and a blush or two from
Yongguk, but Junhong's never seen him react like this. He’s not acting
protective or even embarrassed. He looks guarded, more like he’s surrounded by
intrusive members of the press than five of his closest friends. He really just
looks like he'd literally rather be anywhere else.
“Yeah. Stupid jokes.”
His tone is abrupt, nearly harsh, and it sends a little twist of pain into
Junhong’s chest.
Junhong swallows around the sudden lump that’s in his throat. “Yonggukie,
you’re not mad at me, are you? What did I do wrong.”
Yongguk looks at him then. His face a little less closed off, but still
carrying an inexplicable tension. “No, Junghongie, I’m not mad.” He moves the
arm that was around Junhong’s waist and sinks his fingers into Junhong’s hair
and massaging at his scalp, not caring about the mess he’s making of it. It
feels like an apology, a feeling that’s only further confirmed by his next
words. “You didn’t do anything wrong, I promise.”
“Okay,” Junhong says. “Will you talk to me about what’s wrong later?”
The next few moments pass like a slideshow, showing Junhong the struggle on
Yongguk’s face. The way that Yongguk opens his mouth to say an unthinking 'no'
before he pauses, and then it morphs into a long second where he takes a deep
breath, letting his head hang limp on his neck before nodding yes, unable to
say the words.
“Okay,” Junhong whispers, happy enough to drop the topic for now. He goes to
scoot closer, knowing that even if he sometimes won't admit it, Yongguk relaxes
more when he's close to Junhong. He curls his legs and goes to erase the few
inches that Yongguk put between them earlier, when Yongguk’s hand tightens in
his hair, preventing him from moving.
Junhong raises an eyebrow at him. If Yongguk doesn’t want to talk, that’s fine,
but he’s not going to be push Junhong away to drown in his own misery if
Junhong can help it.
Yongguk gives Junhong a searching look before admitting defeat, and letting
Junhong curl into his chest again. Relaxing his grip, Yongguk cards his fingers
through Junhong’s hair gently as if in apology. As if he doesn't know what it
does to Junhong when his hair is pulled.
Junhong lets the matter drop and scoots closer. He shifts around, searching out
a comfortable position when he realizes that what he thought was just a fold of
fabric was really Yongguk's half hard dick, masked by loose jeans and the
shadow of Junhong’s own body from the rest of the room.
Eyes flying up to Yongguk's face, Junhong opens his mouth to say something only
to have his words putter out into a hiss when Yongguk gives a sharp tug on his
hair.
"Yongguk--"
"Not now, Junhong."
"But--" Junhong tries again, only to hiss at another tug to his hair. "Okay,
we’ll talk later, but you need to go easy on the hair, Yonggukie," he gives a
pointed look to his own crotch. It's no secret how Junhong feels about his hair
being pulled.
“Oh,” Yongguk says, following Junhong’s look. “Sorry.”
“S’okay.” Still puzzled by whatever had made Yongguk uncomfortable, Junhong
doesn’t make a big deal of it. He tucks his cheek against Yongguk’s neck,
getting comfortable once again before shutting his eyes. He can hear Himchan
whisper to Yongguk, trying to tease him about leaping to Junhong’s protection.
Obviously Himchan has decided that his strategy for dealing with the elephant
in the room will be to point it out and poke at it with a stick. Normally,
Yongguk would snark right back with Himchan, but instead he stays silent and
Junhong can feel him shrug. Whatever caused the tension earlier is still very
much present, but Yongguk doesn’t stop petting Junhong, alternating playing
with his hair with running a hand down his spine, to the bare skin where the
back of his shirt is riding up and back again.
Junhong might be letting it go for now, but as he drifts off into a light doze,
he makes a mental note to be sure to talk about whatever it is next time he can
get Yongguk alone. Whatever is bugging him is too big to ignore, but he’d
prefer not to poke at the proverbial caged bear right before a performance.
Maybe if that talk goes well they can revisit the topic of spanking. It’s been
a while since the last time Junhong squirmed every time he sat down because of
his bruised ass.
 
++
 
Nighttime finds Junhong alone, full from a group dinner with the rest of the
boys, and stretched out on top of the sheets in his and Yongguk’s hotel room.
Flipping through the channels on the TV, he’s trying with very little success
to find something to catch his interest while he waits for Yongguk to make his
way to the room. Yongguk had stayed behind to talk to Manager Kang about
possibly getting into a studio in the next few days to lay down some new demos.
Junhong had almost stayed with Yongguk then, always interested when the topic
came to studio time, but Yongguk said that he’d just be a few minutes and had
given Junhong a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. Junhong had been hoping
for a chance to talk earlier, but the entire day had passed without
opportunity. Before he could do more than shoot Yongguk a questioning look,
Manager Kang had started walking to his own room where his binder full of
schedules and contacts currently lived. Yongguk hesitated for all of a second
before following Kang hyung down the hall, his fingers lifted in a wave, but
his face still guarded and reserved.
Left with the choice of standing in the hallway by himself like a fool or
heading off with the other boys towards their hotel rooms, Junhong had gone
with the more social of the two options.
They had been paired off into three double rooms at the very end of the hall.
It was supposedly for added security, but they all knew that the real reason
was so that if they got too rowdy there would be less chance of them disturbing
other unsuspecting guests.
'Goodnights' were thrown back and forth as they all found their doors, Junhong
struggling with the keycard like usual without Yongguk there to open it. For
once it had only taken Junhong three swipes of his keycard to get the happy
green light and he waved goodbye over his shoulder while he let himself into
the room. As the door drifted shut, it was to the sound of Daehyun’s wishes for
sweet dreams and Youngjae’s giggles at Himchan threatening Jongup with the fan
he had been carrying around since they had sat in makeup earlier that day. He
snapped it open and shut, telling Jongup that if he wasn’t careful and didn't
hurry up with the keycard to their shared room, he’d be putting his muscles to
work by helping reorganize Himchan’s bag.
That had been about twenty minutes ago.
Enough time has passed now for Junhong to change into his preferred loungewear
of sweatpants and a t-shirt, wash his face, and admit defeat to the fact that
there’s really nothing on the television.
Leaving the TV on an old American western for background noise, he grabs his
phone off of the nightstand and opens Plants vs. Zombies. It’s a menial task,
the perfect type of brain numbing activity that lets Junhong’s mind drift and
not think about things like performances or interviews, or Yongguk's continued
strange mood.
 
++
 
Junhong doesn’t have long to dwell in his non-thoughts. Just when he’s about to
admit defeat to the undead hordes coming after his garden, there’s the click of
the electric lock disengaging and Yongguk steps into view.
“Hey,” Yongguk says. He toes off his shoes, taking the time to tidy them under
the luggage rack before he starts to dig through his bag.
“Hey yourself,” Junhong says, rolling over so that he’s facing Yongguk. “Was
Kang hyung able to schedule something?” He’s fairly sure the answer is yes.
Yongguk’s shoulders are tense, but it’s the same level of tenseness he’s been
carrying around since this afternoon’s rehearsal.
Yongguk gives a small nod, not looking up from his suitcase. “Hyung said he
should be able to sort something out in the next few days. He has to make some
calls in the morning.”
“Good.” Junhong nods, not that Yongguk is looking. He spends a second wishing
that Yongguk would look at him already before mentally waving the internal
complaint away.
Locking his phone, Junhong rolls to place it back on the nightstand. Once he
has it plugged in again, he rolls onto his back. Stretching, he reaches high
over his head until his hands hit the headboard and holds on. He inhales,
closing his eyes and holding his breath while he arches his back, his shirt
riding up to his stomach as he flexes all the way down to his toes. He holds
the tension in his body for a steady eight count before exhaling, unable to
stop the little moan of pleasure that escapes him when his back pops and he
sinks back into the mattress.
Junhong opens his eyes, expecting to be faced with Yongguk’s back and shoulders
bent over his bag. Instead, he catches Yongguk standing frozen next to his
suitcase, his hand fisted in a clean shirt, staring at Junhong with dark eyes
and an intense look that has heat stirring in Junhong’s belly and his dick
twitching in his sweatpants.
As if Yongguk can see the response of Junhong’s dick through the thick cotton
of his sweatpants his eyes jerk up to Junhong’s face and away again leaving the
spell broken. Head down, Yongguk turns back to his suitcase and busies himself
with digging in it once again. All right, what the fuck is going on with his
hyung?
Before Junhong can ask what’s wrong, Yongguk grabs a pair of shorts and all but
sprints to the bathroom, throwing “I’m going to have a shower,” over his
shoulder, the door closing with a snick behind him.
It takes so much effort to process the fact that Yongguk is running away from
him--and has been for most of the day, he realizes--that it takes Junhong a
moment to register the sound of the shower. Spurred on by revelation and
impulsiveness, he climbs off the bed. It takes only a handful of strides for
him to reach the bathroom door. He pauses, debating about knocking for all of a
half second before opening the door, throwing courtesy out the proverbial
window.
The sound of the shower covers the noise of Junhong's entrance. Eyes glued to
Yongguk, he quickly strips down, leaving his clothes in a heap on the floor.
Not even bothering to kick them to the side, he makes his way to the sliding
door and lets himself in.
Yongguk’s facing the shower head, forearms braced on the tile and his head
hanging limp while the water beats down on his shoulders and back. He doesn’t
startle when Junhong slides in behind him and reaches out to touch his back.
Yongguk’s only acknowledgment is a grunt from deep in his chest, not unlike the
ones he throws out while rapping. Junhong drags his fingertips along the wet
bumps of Yongguk’s spine, tracing invisible designs on his skin while he waits
for Yongguk to acclimate to his presence.
Their shared toiletries are untouched on the shelf next to Junhong. A few quick
motions has a wash cloth covered with body wash and Junhong gets started
working the lather gently into Yongguk’s skin. He starts at Yongguk’s neck,
working his way across his shoulders and down his back in long, slow motions,
content in the silence for now.
It’s Yongguk who speaks first. He makes it until Junhong’s washing the small of
his back before he says “You don’t have to do that," in a quiet, gruff voice
that Junhong can only just make out over the hissing of the water.
“I know,” Junhong says, continuing to wash his back. “I like taking care of
you. I like giving you what you need. It makes me happy.”
Yongguk lets out a sigh, but doesn’t protest further. He doesn’t move to help,
either, so Junhong just reaches around him to wash his chest and belly. He’s
thankful for his long monkey limbs in that moment. As much as they can be a
pain and make him feel like a gangly giraffe at times, they’re useful at times
like this. He soaps Yongguk’s entire upper body without jostling him or having
to ask him to move--a request that he suspects would shatter the tentative
balance.
The spray doesn’t take long to rinse the soap away and by the time Junhong’s
done with Yongguk’s arms, his shoulders are rinsed clean. Junhong doesn’t even
think, just leans in and presses a kiss to the ink on Yongguk’s shoulder blade
before dropping down to wash Yongguk’s lower body.
Kneeling carefully, he takes a moment to tuck his too-long legs under himself.
The lack of response--negative or positive--emboldens him and he drops little
kisses to the back of Yongguk’s knees in turn. He lathers up Yongguk’s legs,
taking care to keep his touch firm, especially around his feet. He doesn’t want
to take the chance of making Yongguk go tense from being tickled when he’s only
just starting to relax at Junhong’s ministrations.
By the time he runs out of skin to wash Junhong still hasn’t coaxed a reaction
out of Yongguk other than the first protest. Standing, he drapes the flannel
over the handrail and tucks himself against Yongguk’s back. He moves slowly,
afraid of startling or making Yongguk think he’s trapped. It feels Junhong feel
like he’s dealing with a skittish wild animal rather than his boyfriend and
bandmate.
Junhong doesn’t let himself completely relax until he has his arms wrapped
loosely around Yongguk’s waist and his head resting against Yongguk’s nape.
“Do you know what else would make me happy?” Junhong asks nuzzling against the
back of Yongguk’s neck. He presses a kiss there before going back to resting
his head against Yongguk’s back. He doesn’t wait for a reply before continuing.
“A kiss. I haven’t had a single one from you since this morning.”
No response.
There’s a twisting in Junhong’s belly. Summing up all his bravado from earlier,
he asks, “Are you sure you’re not mad at me?” His voice sounds a good deal more
hesitant than he’d like.
There’s another measure of silence and just as Junhong’s about to drop his arms
and step away, Yongguk turns and faces him. The nerves in Junhong’s gut twist
into whole new shapes when he sees the expression on Yongguk’s face. Yongguk
doesn’t look angry or mad, he looks sad and beaten down. The air rushes from
Junhong’s lungs, “Yongguk--”
“Don’t call me that,” Yongguk interrupts, shaking his head, “I don’t deserve to
have you call me that.”
“Yongguk, what’s wrong? You promised that we could talk later, so please, talk
to me.” Junhong continues his voice soft, “Are you sure it’s nothing I did?”
Yongguk just shakes his head, not saying a word.
“If… if you really want to spank me, that would be okay,” Junhong offers. He’s
not sure how to interpret Yongguk’s actions right now, and he’ll do just about
anything to get that look off of Yongguk’s face. “I’ll take my punishment if
that will make you happy.”
This time it’s Yongguk whose breath rushes out of them. “Fuck,” he says with a
humorless laugh. “You don’t know what you’re saying, do you?”
Junhong frowns. “It’s not that big of deal, Yongguk-ah,” he says, braving the
use of the endearment. “It wouldn’t be the first time you spanked me.”
“That’s not what I’m talking about.” He hesitates, biting at his lips and a
frow heavy between his eyebrows. When he continues, he’s speaking even slower
than when he’s trying to formulate and answer for an interview. “Because…
because if you knew what you were offering, what I wanted to do to you, you’d
probably never want to talk to me again. Much less be with me.”
Junhong stares at Yongguk, completely astounded at what he’s hearing. He can’t
pin down if he’s more hurt or angry, and settles into a gasping fish impression
that lasts until the indignation hits.
“Bang Yongguk, do you really think so little of me?”
Yongguk eyes jerk up from where he’s staring at their feet. He meets Junhong’s
gaze, searching his face. “No! Of course I don’t.”
“Are you sure? Because you just said that I would never talk to you again--you,
one of the most important people in my life--simply because of… of something
that you’re ashamed of.”
Yongguk’s glances away again, but this time it lasts only for a breath before
he’s looking right into Junhong’s eyes. “I’m not ashamed,” he says, voice low
and filled with a thread of something.
Lights are starting to come on in Junhong’s head. “Well then what are you? We
can’t fix it if you don’t tell me. Help me make you happy.” Junhong grins.
“Remember last time you thought that I wouldn’t like something?”
Yongguk snorts. “This is a little more extreme than me tying you down or you
wearing lacy panties, Junhonggie.”
Junhong’s smile widens at the memories and endearment. They feels like trophies
of his progress. “So, it is a sexy thing then?”
Yongguk sighs and looks up at the ceiling as if he’s asking for help from
above. Junhong doesn’t mind the broken eye contact this time. It’s a familiar
action. He can’t lie, it’s comforting seeing the familiar gesture when it’s
felt like he’d been dealing with a changeling Yongguk for most of the day.
“I think it is. Or at least it could be.”
Junhong wraps his arms around Yongguk’s shoulders, hooking his wrists together
behind his neck. He steps closer until they’re standing so that their chests
touch with each inhale. There’s a moment of hesitation from Yongguk, as if he’s
debating with himself, before he gives in with a sigh and rests his hands on
Junhong’s hips.
Junhong leans forward into the touch. It's the first one he’s had for hours.
“So, are you going to tell me then? Or am I going to have to guess?”
“You’d never guess it,” Yongguk dismisses but his thumbs start tracing the line
of Junhong’s hip bones, sliding easily across Junhong’s smooth skin thanks to
the slickness of the water. His words are still terse, yet the longer he
touches Junhong, the more Junhong can feel him relax.
“That sounds like a challenge,” Junhong says, stepping closer to Yongguk. Now,
instead of brushing against each other with each breath, they’re pressed
together from thighs to nipples, their skin slick from the warm water that’s
still falling around them like a curtain.
“It sounds like you’re the brattiest maknae ever to exist.”
Junhong giggles at Yongguk’s exasperated tone. “Probably, but you love me for
it.”
“Yeah, I do.” This time it’s Yongguk that smiles. It’s a small one, but it’s
honest. Fond and private, it’s not unlike his expression when he sees Himchan
cooking for himself only to have Jongup try to coax him into sharing, or
Daehyun and Youngjae curled up together on the couch, tucked under a shared
blanket, having fallen asleep in mid conversation.
The words and expression combine like hot fusion in his belly. In that moment,
Junhong knows that Yongguk whatever might be think is insurmountable, isn’t
going to be at all. With that realization comes relief and it spreads like a
wave through Junhong. They can fix this, all Junhong has to do is get Yongguk
to talk. It’s a sometimes difficult task, but by no means impossible.
Keeping the lightness inside of him and tending to it like a coal from a fire,
he teases, “I’m going to find out, you know.”
Yongguk snorts, “You didn’t even know that men could do it in more than one
position until I rolled you on your back and fucked you.”
“Yeah,” Junhong agrees, leaning in until his lips are millimeters away from
Yongguk’s and their foreheads are pressed together. “But that was ages ago.
Think of all the things I’ve learned since.”
“Things I’ve shown you, you mean.”
“I’ve done my own research,” he defends. “Remember the candles and the ice?”
Yongguk hisses out a fuck under his breath. “I think you’re trying to kill me,”
he says more audible, his hands squeezing at Junhong’s hips. “And I’m certain
this wasn’t in any ‘research’ you might have found.”
Yongguk’s strong fingers pressing into his skin send more tendrils of heat
through his body. They settle low in Junhong’s groin and his dick--already on
alert from the body heat and slick slide of skin against skin--gives a more
than interested twitch.
“If I guess it, will you tell me? We can go lay in the bed and play twenty
questions. One-sided, of course.” The words are said pressed right against
Yongguk’s mouth, their lips brushing at every word. If either one of them tried
to lick their lips, their tongue would end up in the other’s mouth. Junhong’s
dick rubs against Yongguk’s, each touch sending more arousal through him and
leaving him half hard.
“I don’t think so.” Junhong can tell that Yongguk is trying to be firm, but his
heart isn’t in it. Instead, he’s staring at Junhong’s lips like all he can
think about is devouring them and not what’s coming out from between them.
Self-satisfied smile firmly in place, Junhong grinds slowly against Yongguk.
They’re nearly swaying under the water, like an cliched highschool movie, but
decidedly more naked. “I think yes.”
“No.”
“Please, Yonggukie-ah?” Junhong smiles from the corner of his mouth and looks
at Yongguk through his lashes.
He’s being a horrible tease and he knows it, but it grounds him again with its
normalcy. Teasing Yongguk when it’s just the two of them puts Junhong back in
his element. It’s part of the rhythm of their relationship, if he’s being
completely honest; Junhong being a cocksure little shit while seeing just how
far he can push the boundaries, and Yongguk getting to fuck it right out of him
once he’s had enough. It’s not always like that. There are also the slow, sweet
times, but the fun ones? Those are usually Junhong seeing just how far he can
push things until Yongguk throws him on the bed and has his way with him.
“What’s in it for me?” Yongguk’s still reserved, his voice low and rough. His
put upon sigh is far too melodramatic to be genuine. He’s playing the game for
now. He still hasn't been fully persuaded to open up completely yet, but it’s
progress.
“Well besides getting that stupid notion from earlier out of your head, I’ll
give you a kiss every time you answer.”
“A kiss.”
“And well. Whenever I guess it -- because I will -- we could always see about
trying it out.”
“Don’t tease,” Yongguk says pulling back so his eyes can search Junhong’s face.
“Not about this, Junhonggie. Don’t make promises you don’t know anything
about.”
“I’m not. I swear.” Junhong darts in and leaves a quick peck on Yongguk’s lips.
“I mean it when I say I want to make you happy,” he says, pulling back so that
he can meet Yongguk’s eyes. “And if you want to try something that would make
you happy, then I want to try it, too.”
“I don’t know what I ever did to deserve you,” Yongguk says pulls Junhong in
for a kiss. It’s gentle tongue, soft lips, and lingering pressure with his hand
fisted in Junhong’s hair, serving as a counterpoint to the softness, pulling in
the way that leaves Junhong hot and hard.
Junhong pulls back when the kiss ends and studies Yongguk’s face. What he sees
gives him a lightness in his belly so great that he’s pretty sure he’d float
right away if it wasn’t for Yongguk’s arms wrapped around him. The shadows from
earlier, while not completely gone, are chased to the edges. His guarded look
has dropped and in its place is open affection, easy and true. It makes it easy
for Junhong to smile back and tease, “I don’t know, probably something horrible
like being a serial kitten kicker in a past life and now you’re stuck with me
as part of your karmic payback.”
“Karmic payback, huh?” he chuckles. “Is that why you’re going to interrogate
me?”
“It’s not an interrogation, it’s a game,” Junhong shoots back, finding his
stride now that Yongguk’s working past his earlier crisis. “Plus, it’s for the
greater good of our sex life. Now, come on. Let’s get out of here before the
hot water eventually runs out. I’m pretty sure there’s a bed with our name on
it. I’ll even let you hide under the covers while I ask you questions.”
“Yeah? What about my reward then?”
Junhong trails a single finger down Yongguk’s belly, stopping just short of the
base of his dick. “I’m sure we can figure it out.”
Yongguk groans, his head falling forward to rest against Junhong’s shoulder.
“I’m doomed, aren’t I?”
“Just a little bit.”
 
++
 
By the time Yongguk and Junhong are rinsed, dried off, and stretched out naked
in bed, Junhong only has only six questions left. He hadn’t been patient enough
to wait till they were in bed, and had burnt through half a dozen before they
had even turned the water off. He'd gone through the rest while they were
getting comfortable in between the cool sheets. Yongguk hadn’t seemed too
bothered by Junhong’s eagerness though; his mood had continued to lighten with
each wrong guess.
“Does it involve anything we would have to order from room service?” Junhong
asks from where he’s tucked against Yongguk’s side, using his shoulder for a
pillow.
“No, it doesn’t,” Yongguk says. He’s propped up ever so slightly on the
pillows, one arm bent and tucked under his head while the other is wrapped
around Junhong’s back, holding him close. “You’re a bottomless pit. I swear
Himchan and I feed you.”
“I’m not that bad! Daehyun’s worse than I am,” Junhong protests, his thoughts
whirling. “But we should remember that for some other time. Maybe we should get
some honey or something.”
Yongguk pokes at Junhong’s side. “You live on energy drinks. The last thing you
need is pure sugar.”
“You can be the one to lick it off then,” Junhong says, tilting his head back
so that he can grin up at Yongguk.
“You’re a horrible little thing.”
“Hey, I’m not that little,” Junhong shoots back, giving his hips a quick roll
against Yongguk’s thigh.
“Trust me, I know,” he chuckles, grinning down at Junhong. “Now, hurry up. Five
more questions and I win.”
“In your dreams,” Junhong scoffs. Frowning, he tries to think of the questions
he’s already asked, cross referencing Yongguk’s answers with the possibilities
left over. “Okay. So it doesn’t involve other people, food, cameras, music or
dancing, anything sharp, pretty clothes, toys, make up, being tied up, down, or
in place. And yet most of those things could be made part of it if we wanted
to?”
“Right.”
“I think you’re having too much fun being obtuse.” Junhong stares at the far
wall thinking at what options that leaves him with. “What about pet names?”
Yongguk shrugs the shoulder that Junhong’s using for a pillow. “Sort of. Four
more.”
“What do you mean by sort of?” Junhong asks frowning.
“I mean that it’s not a straight yes or no answer and you’ve already had your
free explanation.”
“Fine, be that way.” Junhong doesn’t pout, but he does very nearly smacks
himself in the face. He can’t believe he was dumb enough not to remember the
conversation that prompted this entire saga “Does it involve role playing?”
“Yes,” is all that Yongguk says after a beat of hesitation, not even tacking on
the number of questions Junhong has left at the end.
Junhong takes it as a sign that he’s getting closer to his answer. “Is it what
Jongup was saying earlier?” he asks, trying to think of all the things that the
others had thrown out as suggestions and figure out ways that they could be
applied to their bedroom. “Do you want to pretend to be the headmaster and I’m
the naughty schoolboy who you get to spank?”
Yongguk lifts his head and studies him for a second before letting his head
drop back down to the pillow “Fucking hell, Junhong,” he says in the direction
of the ceiling. “The mouth you have on you.”
“You love my mouth.” Junhong grins. Now they’re getting somewhere. “Come on,
stop procrastinating and answer my question.”
“I’m not sure how to,” Yongguk says. “Sorry. It’s not a yes, but it’s not a
total no. And you have two more questions.”
Junhong rolls his thoughts around in his head, tumbling through the choices he
has left, the things he knows, that they have tried, the ones that he’s
stumbled upon in the late hours of the night, and the ones that he thinks might
embarrass Yongguk. He traces invisible designs on Yongguk’s chest while he
thinks, enjoying the way that he can get goosebumps to rise when he uses the
edge of his nail and the way that he can smooth them out with the pad of his
fingers.
“What about spanking? Is that it? Because I’m not sure if you could tell, but
all that talk from earlier got me kind of wound up, and you using your hand on
my ass sounds really good right now.” Junhong says and since he lives to drive
Yongguk crazy, he rolls hips into Yongguk’s thigh. He’s been half hard the
entire conversation, but he’s such a kind boyfriend that he can point it out,
just in case Yongguk missed it, of course.
Yongguk opens his mouth once, the shuts it before speaking. “Not… quite. No. It
doesn’t have to be part of it, but yeah, it is tied in to what I want. Last
question.”
“This is sounding better and better to me,” Junhong jokes. Suddenly, he
remembers something, the talk of spanking sparking a memory from earlier.
“Yongguk-ah? Youngjae said something earlier, before you got upset.” He bites
at his lip, nervous that he’s about to undo all the progress he’s made. “Did…
was that the thing that you wanted to do?”
Yongguk stills underneath him and for a long moment he doesn’t even breathe.
Junhong lifts his head so that he can look at Yongguk’s face. His eyes take in
Yongguk’s apprehension before he asks, “Do you want me to call you… Daddy?”
Yongguk hisses out between his teeth and he squeezes his eyes shut, “Fucking
hell, Junhong.” His hand flexes on Junhong’s hip, not pulling him closer, but
not pushing him away either. “I swear, you’re trying to kill me.”
“I think this is the part where Jongup would interrupt and say 'never, because
I’d miss your dick too much.' ”
That surprises a full belly laugh out of Yongguk. “Yeah, that sounds like
something he’d say.” Junhong starts giggling, the laughter contagious and he
buries his face against Yongguk’s chest. He hugs Junhong close, tucking his
face against Junhong’s hair and they stay like that for a long moment. After a
bit, he pulls away and Junhong feels a dry kiss to his temple. Yongguk’s voice
is hesitant, like Junhong’s a skittish deer that he’s afraid of scaring off.
“You guessed right.”
It’s kind of funny because Junhong is pretty sure that Yongguk is the one who
might run away at any moment. It doesn’t take a second before he decides to
treat this just like any other thing they’ve talked about trying in bed. He
hopes that by treating it with the same normalcy that maybe Yongguk will ease
up on himself a bit.
“Alright, no immediate no from me,” he says, laying his head back down on
Yongguk’s chest and giving him a bit of a reprieve. “What were you thinking?
Just me calling you ‘Daddy’ during sex or what?” He can feel Yongguk’s breath
hitch in his chest at the word and there’s a pressure against his thigh that
he’d bet ten thousand won is Yongguk’s dick getting hard. It was a bit of a
tease, using the word, especially before they talked anything over, but the
last thing that Junhong wants right now is for Yongguk to think he’s avoiding
the word at all costs.
“Umm… yeah,” Yongguk explains, regressing back to earlier in the day where he
wouldn’t look at Junhong in the face for longer than two seconds at a time.
“Calling me that’s a big part of it, but also part of it is what we were
talking about earlier.”
“With the spanking?”
“Yeah.”
“So, like a punishment?” Junhong asks. When Yongguk nods in reply, Junhong
struggles to remember that he needs to clarify things. “So, ideally, you want
me to call you Daddy while you spank me or paddle me for being naughty?”
Yongguk curses under his breath and covers his eyes with his hand. “Yeah,
that’s what I meant, you terror.”
“Okay, I just wanted to be clear, because that works for me. Oh fuck, that
works so well for me.” Junhong ruts against Yongguk’s thigh so that he gets the
idea. “So...if you were my Daddy, what would I be?”
“I don’t know,” Yongguk shrugs. There’s a slight flush to his cheeks that
Junhong is certain isn’t from embarrassment alone. “You’d just be Junhong.
You’d just be my boy.”
Junhong nods. The pet name is a thread of familiarity, one used when they play
heavier. My boy gets a lot of use especially when Junhong is feeling the need
to be a bit coddled and praised. The promised use of it is just what Junhong
needs to completely make up his mind.
“Okay.”
“Okay, what?” Yongguk gives him a searching look. “Isn’t this where you run off
all freaked out so that I can die of mortification alone?”
“No. Hey,” Junhong frowns, “what did I tell you about that? Knock it off, I’m
serious,” he says, delivering a sharp poke to Yongguk’s side.
“Junhonggie—”
“Look,” Junhong interrupts, rolling so that he’s laying between Yongguk’s
thighs and stretched along his chest. He folds his hands on Yongguk’s chest,
resting his chin on him and making it so that Yongguk has to look at him. “I’m
not promising that I’m going to love it, I’m promising that we can try. We know
how to talk to each other, so why not give it a shot? Who knows, maybe you’ll
be the one who doesn’t like it as anything other than a fantasy, and I’ll be
the one who won’t be able to get enough.”
Yongguk doesn’t respond right away. His eyes flick over Junhong’s face,
studying it as if he’s trying to pick out any speck of doubt. Junhong knows he
comes up empty when he lets out a put upon sigh. “Has anyone told you that you
talk too much?”
Junhong rewards him with a quick kiss. “Himchan, on a daily basis,” he replies
after pulling back.
“Well, he’s right,” Yongguk pushes back a wet strand of Junhong’s hair.
Before Yongguk can pull his hand away, Junhong leaves a kiss on his wrist.
“Probably,” he teases, “but you like it when I make noises anyway.”
“Yeah,” Yongguk shoots back. His voice is soft and fond, taking any heat out of
his words. “Only so I can put a gag on you.”
Junhong bites back the reply that he wants to make. They’re getting off topic.
“Yongguk-ah,” he says, being serious for a second. “I’m not going to make you
talk about anything you don’t want to, but you know that I’m here to listen
right?”
Yongguk nods.
“Well, can I tell you something? Before you threaten to gag me again?” That’s
successful at pulling a snort out of Yongguk so he continues. “Do you know what
I was thinking about the entire time the boys were teasing us?”
Shaking his head, Yongguk moves his arms so that both hands are resting low on
Junhong’s waist. He remains silent as rubs his thumb along the side of
Junhong’s hip. He’s always been good about encouraging Junhong get his words
out without speaking himself.
Junhong takes a moment to find comfort in the meaningful gesture. He continues,
“I was thinking about how much I wanted you to take me over your knee and spank
me. It was getting me hard, right there in front of the other boys. If you want
to do that… and you want me to call you ‘Daddy’ while we do it, well. I want to
make you happy, Yonggukie-ah, but that would make me really happy, too.”
“Junhong,” Yongguk whispers. He’s looking at Junhong like he can’t quite
believe he’s real. Junhong can sympathize. He thinks that every time he sees
Yongguk.
Junhong leans in to kiss Yongguk, know that this is the moment where everything
will come together or it will all fall apart. “Can I… can I do that for you,
Yongguk hyung?” he asks keeping his voice soft. “Can I be your boy?”
Junhong can see the moment that Yongguk decides that he can let himself have
this. He can all but see the mental gears in Yongguk’s mind clicking into place
as he slides into that headspace that’s somewhere between stage Yongguk and
private Yongguk. It always fascinates Junhong when he watches Yongguk pull this
persona into place, like a well worn cloak.
Yongguk moves one hand to cup the back of Junhong’s head, pulling him into a
kiss. It starts slow and builds, Yongguk guiding Junhong where he wants him
with tongue and lips and hands. Yongguk rewards Junhong for opening up for him
with a gentle pull to his hair. It makes Junhong whimper and his hips stutter
against the bed. After the teasing earlier, being pressed up against Yongguk's
naked body, talking about all sorts of sexy things, laying between Yongguk’s
legs--the sensation of his dick rock hard against his belly is too much too
soon. It leaves Junhong whimpering into Yongguk’s mouth, feeling like he’s
being pulled a thousand directions at once with no idea where to go.
But everything starts slotting into place then, because Junhong doesn’t have to
figure it out. Right now, he just has to trust Yongguk. He can do that. He can
always do that.
“Please.” He doesn’t even pull back from the kiss, whispering his plea right on
Yongguk’s lips.
Yongguk knows what he’s asking for. The tension in the room shifts. Even the
way Yongguk’s other hand rests on Junhong’s back changes. His fingers curl
around Junhong’s hip, biting into the skin. It's possessive; it says that he’s
Yongguk’s.
Junhong loves that a lot.
“You’re always my boy, Junhong,” Yongguk says after ending the kiss.
Junhong swallows, excitement making his chest tight and his dick heavy between
his legs. This is it. “Your good boy, right Daddy?”
Yongguk grins at Junhong’s last word, pure happiness spreading across his face.
He nods, pushing Junhong’s hair back when it falls over his eyes. “So good for
me.” There’s a hint of humor in his eyes when he continues, “Even when you’re
naughty, you’re still so good for me.”
Junhong can barely hold back a smirk. This is going to be so fun. “Have I been
naughty?”
Yongguk rolls them over in one motion so that Junhong’s on his back underneath
him. Propping himself up on one elbow, Yongguk runs his hand along Junhong’s
ribs, just shy of tickling. “You tell me.”
Junhong looks down at Yongguk’s chest, breaking eye contact. He uses his
fingertips to make invisible designs on Yongguk’s shoulders so that he has
something to do with his hands. “I don’t think I broke any rules,” he says,
embarrassment leaching into his voice. “But,” he continues, meeting Yongguk’s
eyes with an abashed expression, “I did make a mistake, Daddy.”
“A mistake?” Yongguk frowns. “Do you feel bad about it?”
“Very.” Junhong can’t meet his eyes just yet, so he watches his fingers trail
over Yongguk’s chest.
“Hmm,” Yongguk says. With the hand that’s he’s not using to brace himself up,
he captures Junhong’s hand. He tangles their hands together and raises them,
kissing Junhong’s fingers. “Maybe I need to punish you so that that bad feeling
goes away.”
Junhong feels the tightness in his chest start to loosen just at Yongguk’s
suggestion. “Would you?” he asks. His voice feels breathy, like there’s a
weight on his chest that’s not letting him catch enough air. “Please Daddy? I
want to be good.”
“Of course, Junhongie.” He kisses Junhong’s forehead and sits up, pulling
Junhong with him. “Come on,” he says. “We’ll get you sorted out.”
 
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It doesn’t take long for Junhong to get settled over Yongguk’s lap. Since
they’re using the bed instead of the chair across the room, Junhong doesn’t
have to try to balance his long frame across Yongguk’s thighs while getting
spanked. Instead, he's able to fully stretch out, with his arms over his head
and his feet right at the end of the bed.
Junhong squirms and tries to get comfortable. His dick is hard against his
belly, trapped between him and Yongguk. It a tease, giving him just enough
friction that he can’t keep still, but not enough to do anything other than rub
against Yongguk’s thigh. The firm hand Yongguk has on his lower back doesn’t
help either, teasing him with what’s to come.
Junhong folds his arms under his head and looks back over his shoulder at
Yongguk. He’s about to make a quip, a joke about being ready, but instead he
nearly swallows his tongue. Yongguk’s expression is so intense that it leaves
Junhong shivering in anticipation.
“Are you ready?” Yongguk asks. Junhong can actually hear Yongguk’s arousal in
his voice and that just serves to fuel his own.
Junhong nods and takes a deep breath. He doesn’t tense. He knows from
experience that Yongguk won’t start just yet.
Sure enough, Yongguk doesn’t touch his ass. Rather, he runs his palms up
Junhong’s back, across his shoulders and down his sides to his hips, his
thighs, and the back of his knees. Once there, he reverses, not stopping, never
touching the skin that he’s going to turn red later.
It’s the touch version of white noise and it leaves Junhong melting into
Yongguk’s lap. It makes his skin tingle under Yongguk’s hands and he can feel
himself being lulled to that calm, quiet place inside his head. The place where
if they keep going, things go soft and floaty and a bit golden around the
edges.
Junhong closes his eyes, letting the sensations drift over him. This is good.
He doesn’t have to worry or think. He just has to let Yongguk take care of him.
Time slips away from Junhong as he feels himself sink. He breathes deep,
calmness washing over him like the sea. He floats on its waves, trusting them
to take him to that place where the hurt is nothing but pleasure, to where
everything just drops away and all that there is is him and Yongguk.
He’s not sure how long they spend like that, sitting in the quiet while Yongguk
pets him. It doesn’t matter. It’s however long they need before Yongguk breaks
the silence.
“We’re going to start now,” he says. His voice is quiet, just above a whisper,
but there’s a strength in it, an added dimension, that makes Junhong follow
what he says forever. “I want you to count them out for me. If you miss one or
don’t say the number, it doesn’t count and we do it again. Do you understand?”
Junhong nods slowly, feeling like he’s moving through molasses already. “Yes,
Daddy.”
“Good boy,” he says.
Then they begin.
The first slap has Junhong gasping. After the petting, the change in sensation
is clean, cutting through all of Junhong’s barriers and going right to his
brain… and dick. He swears he can feel the outline of each of Yongguk’s fingers
on his ass, his handprint like a searing beacon.
“One,” he counts.
The next one lands on the opposite cheek, spreading the sting.
“Two.”
Three through six are layered on top of them in quick succession. Junhong
barely has the time to say the number before the next is landing. The first
half dozen are the tipping point, the sting of the giving way to the throb of
heat that’s starting to build under Junhong’s skin.
Seven and eight land at the top of Junhong’s thighs, right where they meet his
ass and Junhong feels it right in his cock. “Fuck,” he hisses, spreading his
legs a little bit wider like that will help his dick.
Yongguk keeps him guessing with the rest. There’s no pattern other than that
Yongguk is slapping hard, not easing up and not giving Junhong a break in
between. At sixteen, Junhong’s dick is sliding easily through the pool of
precome he's left on Yongguk’s thigh. He knows then that all it would take
would be for Yongguk to wrap his hand around him and he’d be done.
When nineteen comes, it almost makes Junhong scream, his breath hitching in his
chest.
The next one is when Junhong stutters over the count. His ass hurts, his cock
is heavy between his legs, and he can feel Yongguk hard against his hip. When
he opens his mouth to say his number, something else entirely different comes
out.
“Daddy, please,” he begs. He’s not sure if he wants more or less, he’s not sure
he knows up from down at this point. All he knows is that there’s a fire
burning inside of him and he feels like he’s about to be consumed.
“Give me your number, Junhongie. It’s okay, you’re nearly there. You’re so good
for me. You’re my good boy,” Yongguk whispers, “My best boy.”
The praise weaves its way into Junhong’s head, taking the dark strands ofcan’t,
no, too much and bathing them in light until they say please, yes, thank you.
It’s that that lets him choke out a belated, “Twenty.”
“That’s right, twenty. You’re close,” Yongguk encourages, “you just have five
more. Can you give me five more, Junhongie?”
Words that aren’t his numbers are past Junhong now. Instead, he reaches back
with a hand, blindly grasping for Yongguk’s free one that he’s kept centered in
the small of Junhong’s back, grounding him since the start. Yongguk laces their
fingers together without a word and Junhong nods. He’s ready.
The last ones pass in a blur.
Yongguk doesn’t hold back, each slap building on top of the other. Junhong
starts openly crying at some point, he's not sure when exactly. All Junhong
knows is that each smack, every flash of pain, is it’s own kind of balm washing
away his mistakes and making them disappear.
He’s not even sure that he counts his numbers correctly. He must though,
because Yongguk doesn’t stop. And when Junhong stutters a broken, “Twenty-
five,” he’s sobbing. His shoulders shake and tears roll unhindered down his
face.
Junhong can’t stop his hips from twitching. Little flexes that give Junhong
just enough to drive him ever closer to the edge. It’s only Yongguk’s hand at
the base of his spine that keeps him from rutting shamelessly against his
thigh.
“That’s a good boy. You’re such a good boy for me, Junhongie,” Yongguk soothes.
He keeps rubbing his hand gently over Junhong’s ass, right over the where the
heat is the greatest.
Junhong feels the final band around his chest disappear completely. As if the
last tether holding him in place has gone and left him hanging suspended in
space.
“Please, Daddy. I need—I’m close. Help.” Junhong’s doesn’t know what he’s
asking for, too close to the edge to think, but he knows in his very bones that
Yongguk will give him whatever he needs.
“Shh, I got you. Don’t worry. I got you,” Yongguk says.
Junhong can’t stop the whimper that escapes when Yongguk tries to slip his hand
out of Junhong’s. “Please, don’t go,” he pleads, clutching harder at Yongguk’s
fingers.
“I’m not leaving you, I just have to use my hand for one second, okay? I’m not
going anywhere,” Yongguk promises gently.
Junhong has to think about it for a second, the words taking their time sinking
through the fog of his mind. “Okay,” he agrees and relaxes his grip.
Yongguk pulls his hand away gently and reaches over Junhong’s back to the
nightstand. He fishes something out of the drawer quickly and it takes Junhong
a second to realize what’s in Yongguk’s hand. Oh. Yeah, lube. That’s a good
idea.
Lube acquired, Yongguk runs a hand down Junhong’s back, stopping just short of
the heat of his ass. “Can you get up for me, Junhongie? Towards the middle of
the bed?”
“Alright,” Junhong nods and pushes his hair out of his eyes. Yongguk has to
help him, Junhong’s limbs too heavy and slow to respond to his demands. Once
Yongguk has Junhong in the middle of the bed, he kneels between Junhong’s
thighs, leaning forward to leave a kiss between his shoulders.
“Look at you,” he says, sitting back on his heels. “You were such a good boy
for me. I’m so proud of you.” He palms Junhong’s ass, giving it a gentle
squeeze that makes Junhong squirm against the sheet trying to seek relief.
“Daddy—”
“Shh,” Yongguk sooths, “It’s okay. I got you.” There’s the sound of the lube
opening and then a wet finger against Junhong’s ass. Yongguk teases the outside
of Junhong’s hole, tracing around Junhong’s rim and pressing in ever so
slightly. The coldness of the slick is a shock at first when everything else
about Junhong feels like it’s about to self-combust.
“I’m not—” Junhong gasps when Yongguk slides a single finger inside of him and
it feels like there are stars exploding behind his eyes. “I’m not going to last
long.”
“That’s okay, this is your reward. The only thing you have to worry about is
feeling good.”
Junhong nods tightly and does just that.
He lays there while Yongguk opens him up first with one finger, then two. He
fucks them in and out slowly, taking Junhong apart with his fingers like he
just did with his palms. When Yongguk curls them inside of Junhong, he moans
and spreads his legs as wide as he can, working his dick against the soft
sheets. He so close that he can’t decide if he wants friction against his dick
or to fuck himself on Yongguk’s fingers more.
“Close. I’m so close, Daddy.” He’s chasing a finish line that’s just out of his
reach. He needs a hand on his dick or something. He feels like he’s about to
vibrate out of his skin with all the different sensations battling for
supremacy.
Like he can read his mind, Yongguk delivers exactly what Junhong needs. His
free hand smacks Junhong’s ass. It’s just once and it’s a love tap compared to
the ones from earlier, but the stinging sensation cuts through the buzz running
through his body and gives him a focal point.
It pushes Junhong over the edge. He comes, arching against the bed, dick
untouched, hips stuttering against the sheets, and Yongguk’s fingers buried
deep in his ass.
Coming down, Junhong smothers his face in the bed, trying to catch his breath.
Junhong whimpers when Yongguk slides his fingers out. Overstimulation vibrates
through every nerve in his body that’s between his nape and knees.
Looking back over his shoulder, he sees Yongguk fisting his dick staring at the
red of Junhong’s ass.
“Fuck. Daddy, are you going to come on my ass?” Junhong’s not sure how long
Yongguk’s been touching himself. It could have easily been since he had two
both fingers in Junhong’s ass or he could have just started. Either way, it
doesn’t matter. Not five seconds after Junhong’s words, Yongguk’s coming on
Junhong’s ass in shoots of white that are stark against the crimson of
Junhong’s skin.
Yongguk collapses beside Junhong with groan. One of his legs is still throw
across the back of Junhong’s thighs, the contact grounding them both. They
share a smile across the pillow, both of them breathing heavy from the strength
of their orgasms.
“I guess that was a success. And that we need another shower,” Junhong says,
blowing a bit of hair out of his face.
Yongguk chuckles, “Does this mean that I’m washing you this time?”
“Well, that would only be fair.” Junhong inches closer. “But Yongguk-ah? I have
a confession,” he whispers, worrying at the corner of his lip with his teeth.
Yongguk frowns. “What’s wrong? Did you not like it?”
“No,” Junhong smirks. “I really liked it.”
“Oh yeah?” The worry vanishes from Yongguk’s face and his smile returns.
“Yeah. In fact,” Junhong continues. “I’d love to do it again…just not until I
can sit down without wincing.”
Yongguk laughs. Throwing an arm around Junhong, he tugs him closer so that
they're pressed against each other once again. “You are the brattiest, most
smart ass boy in existence.”
“Maybe,” Junhong says. “But I’m your boy.”
“My very good boy,” Yongguk corrects, whispering right against Junhong’s lips.
He kisses Junhong, swallowing any reply he might have had.
It’s morning before they make it back to the shower.
 
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