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"Come here, love." Namjoon took his hand and guided him into his lap. Yoongi's cheeks were already cherry red as he sat on Namjoon's thighs, his tail twitching nervously behind him. Namjoon had asked him to wear loose, comfy clothes, but he felt bare under his gaze.
"There's no need to be embarrassed." He reminded the elder for the third time that hour, but it did nothing to cool the shame in his face. Namjoon rested his hands on the crease of his hips as he waited for Yoongi to meet his eyes.
"We can stop whenever you want, now or in the middle."
"I know," Yoongi mumbled. Namjoon brushed his hair from his face with a sweet smile.
"You're in good hands."
"I know you'll take care of me," Yoongi pouted, looking down at his lap. Namjoon tutted.
"Eyes up here." Yoongi met his gaze.
"What do you say when you want to stop?"
"Oranges."
"And if you can't speak?" Yoongi pinched his forearm, then rubbed away the red mark. Namjoon smiled.
"Good." Yoongi's ear twitched on top of his head. The silence ballooned around them, turning Yoongi's face a deeper shade of red. Namjoon just watched, smirking to himself. Finally he leaned up, breathing over the elder's lips.
"Can I kiss you?" Yoongi nodded, staring at his mouth. Namjoon pressed their lips together, letting Yoongi get used to the feeling before pulling away and going back in. He couldn't help but smile as Yoongi tried to keep up. He pulled Yoongi's hips against his. The elder fisted the collar of Namjoon's shirt, pulling at the fabric. He whined as Joon pushed his thumbs into his palms and held his hands instead.
Yoongi pulled away and hid in his shoulder, trying to pull their hips apart to hide his hard on. Namjoon held firm. He dragged his palm up Yoongi's spine, pushing gently until the hybrid was arched against him. With one hand he scruffed the back of Yoongi's neck, and rested the other just below the base of his tail.
"Gonna open you up, okay?" Yoongi pressed back into his hands.
"I need words, love."
"Okay~" Yoongi whined into his shoulder, licking the drool off his lips.
"Good boy," He kissed his temple. He gently rubbed the underside of his tail before peeling back the waistband of his shorts. The rush of air cooled the slick that had collected. Yoongi made a sound high in his throat and tried to lean away from his hand. Namjoon just chuckled, rubbing his index finger over Yoongi's hole. They played this game often, Yoongi was always too shy to take what he wanted but Namjoon was experienced at giving it to him anyway.
"You gotta relax for me, baby." Yoongi pouted against his neck, releasing a slow breath. Namjoon tightened his hold on his neck; the tension bled from Yoongi instantly. Namjoon kissed his shoulder as he pushed the first finger in.
Yoongi scrunched his face at the foreign feeling, his tail swaying frantically. His ears were pinned to his scalp. Namjoon pressed his finger into the soft walls around him, quickly adding a second finger. He curled them upwards and gently massaged. Yoongi whined breathlessly, feeling warm under his touch.
"Joon," he pawed at the younger's chest, claws leaving red pinpricks on his skin.
"Easy, baby." His hand stilled. Yoongi pulled his hands away, looking chastised. Namjoon tightened a hand around Yoongi's waist and flipped them over. "Into the pillows, okay?" Yoongi reached up and sunk his claws into the pillows. Namjoon kept stretching him, but now there was nowhere for him to hide.
Yoongi pressed his lips together and turned his head to the side, trying to keep quiet. Namjoon leaned into his space, watching his expression as he added a third finger. By now Yoongi was producing so much slick it was soaking the sheets, adding to the blush on his cheeks. Namjoon thumbed his bottom lips.
"Let me hear you, kitten. Wanna know you're feeling good." Yoongi looked up with teary eyes. His pupils dilated in the dark of their bedroom, his usual cat eyes looking big as dinner plates. Namjoon pushed his fingers deeper and curled them against his prostate. Yoongi mewled, throwing his head back into the pillows. His claws buried into the pillows, leaving holes and pulls in the fabric.
Namjoon watched with heart eyes. He kept steady pressure on the gland, turning Yoongi's insides to fire. The elder began to grow impatient, drowning in the pleasure but still looking for more. Namjoon teased him gently, kissing down his stomach.
Namjoon watched Yoongi's face with hawk-eyes as he licked a stripe up the underside of his cock. He'd always been delighted to know he'd be Yoongi's first and last. He'd be the only one to see him like this. To touch him like this.
"Joonie..." He panted. "Need-ne-need-"
"What do you need, baby? Tell Joonie." Yoongi's ear flattened in embarrassment; he had the nerve to look shy as he muttered.
"Don't make me say." Namjoon cooed, leaning up to press their foreheads together.
"Need my cock in you, hm?" Yoongi looked up at him.
"Please," Namjoon hummed, leaning back to line himself up. Yoongi immediately whined in distaste.
"Hush, love. I'll take care of you." He kept one hand on himself and planted the other one next to Yoongi's head. "Eyes on my okay? Or I'll stop." Yoongi searched his face, etching it into his mind. The tip of his cock nudged at him gently. Yoongi jerked away, pressing a hand to Namjoon's chest.
"Wait-" The elder stopped, balancing himself now on two hands. Yoongi avoided his look, now playing with Namjoon's shirt as it hung away from his body. Namjoon leaned down and kissed his temple.
"What's going on in there, love?"
"Just-" he huffed, chewing his cheek as he gathered his thoughts. "Scared."
"Of?"
"It'll hurt." Namjoon kissed his pout.
"It'll feel good too. My fingers used to hurt, now it feels good, right?" Yoongi nodded, looking unconvinced. Namjoon choose a different route.
"Yeah? How good?" He teased, squeezing his hip. Yoongi smiled back.
"Real good," he giggled, hitting his shoulder.
"Wanna stop for now?" He asked. Yoongi shook his head.
"Just be gentle." Namjoon pressed their lips together.
"Always." He pressed the tip against Yoongi's hole, when he didn't pull away, he pushed harder, breaching the ring of muscle. Yoongi whined and pulled him closer. Sweat gathered along his hairline, the temperature in the room seemed to raise a thousand degrees as Namjoon pressed their hips together. Yoongi ripped at the pillows, fully sheathed on his cock. Namjoon leaned over him and wiped the tears from his eyes.
"Okay?" Yoongi panted.
"Full." Namjoon chuckled.
"Yeah, baby?" Yoongi nodded. "Let me know when you're ready, okay?" Another nod. The elder busied himself kissing over Yoongi's face, then traveling down his cheek to his shoulder. He sucked the skin into his mouth, rolling it against his teeth until the blood rushed to the surface. Yoongi squeezed his eyes shut. Satisfied with the bruise left behind, Namjoon moved to the other side.
"Joonie~"
"Yes love?" Yoongi pouted at how collected he seemed. He clenched experimentally, pleased with the groan Namjoon let out. The younger pushed up his shirt and thumbed his nipples in response.
"Please, move." He ground their hips together, watching the other's face. Yoongi tensed, his ears flat against his head. Namjoon kissed away the crease between his eyebrows. He pulled out and pushed back in. Yoongi groaned, clawing Namjoon's back in desperation. The younger circled a hand around each wrist and pinned them against the bed, using them as leverage to pull Yoongi onto his cock.
The hybrid gasped at the pleasure, trying to pull his hands free. Namjoon sped up, raising his hips to fuck Yoongi into the mattress. He threw his head back into the pillows with a mewl that only grew in volume as Namjoon leaned down and sucked marks along his collar bone.
"So pretty hanging of my cock, love." Yoongi's blush deepened.
"Gon- gonna- please-" Namjoon kissed him quiet, tasting his moans right from his mouth. Yoongi squirmed under him, the pleasure nearly unbearable. Namjoon kissed across his cheeks as they released, still grinding into him.
"Such a good boy for me." He murmured. Yoongi could only whine back, his legs aching and hands numb. His tail twitched where it was pinned between his back and the bed. Namjoon pushed his fingers through the mess on Yoongi's stomach and brought it up to the other's lips. Yoongi's eyes flicked between his face and his fingers before opening his mouth. His barbed tongue tickled Namjoon's fingertips as he licked it up.
Namjoon pecked his lips and sat up.
"Gotta pull out, okay?" Yoongi nodded, covering his face. He scrunched his face at the feeling.
"I know, come on, we'll go clean up in the bath." Yoongi let himself be pulled up and half-limped half-walked to the bath tub. Namjoon let him in while he filled it, grabbing towels from the closet and leaving them on the sink.
He shut off the water and joined Yoongi in the tub. He gently ran a washcloth over his skin. After, he left the cloth on the shelf and used his hand to gently wash away the mess between his legs. Yoongi shifted at the uncomfortable feeling, trying to close his legs. Namjoon kept them open with his forearms.
"I gotta clean you out, baby."
"Sore," He muttered.
"I know," Namjoon kissed his temple and shifted his grip, gently scruffing the elder to keep him in place. It felt oddly similar to bathing his grumpy childhood cat in the sink, trying to avoid it's claws. Yoongi pouted until he was done and draining the tub. He let the younger rub him dry with a towel and then slather his skin in lotion. Namjoon then wrapped him in the towel and carried him into their bedroom.
Yoongi watched from the desk chair as Namjoon stripped the bed and put on new sheets. He then carried Yoongi and tucked him into bed, slipped out of the rest of his clothes and joined him. Yoongi sprawled on his stomach, purring as Namjoon laid on his side next to him and rubbed his back. The elder turned his head to the side and stared up at him.
"Love you, Joonie."
"I love you more."