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He wishes he wasn’t like this.
He should be able to go through a concert no problem. Everyone else does, why can’t he?
It doesn’t happen often, he can usually perform without feeling this way. But there’s an off chance that the lights and noise become too much, that the ringing in his ears intensifies and that Yoongi needs to smile through the small panic starting to stir in his chest.
Because he doesn’t want to inconvenience the other members or the staff. It’s his problem, he should be able to deal with it alone.
Except Yoongi can’t deal with it alone for some reason. They only have a small break before they have to do their encore, which isn’t nearly enough time to be okay again.
Through all of this, he doesn’t tell anyone. There might have been a few questioning glances thrown his way when he was silently doing his breathing exercises, but no one outright asks him about it.
So he was thrown on stage again, keeping the smile on his face as he performed.
Yoongi loves to perform, he would perform forever if he could. But today, he just wants to go home.
Yoongi knows exactly what he needs, his hands are fidgeting as he waits for his turn to speak his goodbye message, but the rapper doesn’t want to ask for it.
He does get through their show without any meltdowns, even if he can’t keep his hands still as he walks around the stage, Yoongi keeps that smile on his face.
Once he’s off the stage, Yoongi thanks whatever god is watching over him. He barely has a chance to say goodbye to his bandmates before he’s in the familiar black vehicle, being driven off to his house. The driver doesn’t question when Yoongi starts to stim, his eyes screwed shut as he tries to even his breathing. He knows he needs to ground himself, but it’s almost impossible to do so in the backseat of a car.
They arrive at his flat. Not as soon as he had hoped, but the rapper is just happy to be home at last. He doesn’t look at the driver as he gets out of the vehicle and quickly makes his way inside. Yoongi is quick to remove the clothes he has on, the fabric feeling scratchy and uncomfortable against his skin. He leaves the trail of clothes close to the doorway. Yoongi doesn't stop walking as he goes into his room, grabbing the heavy blanket from his bed and wrapping it around himself.
But it’s not enough, not nearly enough.
Tears prick at his eyes as he falls to the ground. The rapper wraps the blanket closer to himself, hoping to provide some ounce of comfort that he needs.
I need my doms.
A tear falls down Yoongi’s cheek. He needs to be in subspace, to have his senses removed. But he doesn’t want to bother them. They all worked so hard today and they all need to wake up early tomorrow. They wouldn't get anything out of it either, Yoongi doesn’t think he could handle anything sexual right now.
Which is what Yoongi tells himself each time they help him into sub space due to his sensory issues, but Yoongi ends up wanting to please the two doms, which in turn makes him horny as hell.
Still, Yoongi doesn’t want to give them the expectation, especially if Yoongi’s sex drive is non-existent at the moment.
His thoughts get cut off when the doorbell rings. Yoongi is about to ignore it, but it rings again. The rapper sighs, standing up with the blanket still wrapped tightly around him tightly as he waddles to the front door. Yoongi looks through the ring camera, surprised when he spots Namjoon and Hoseok on the other side. He watches Namjoon raise his hand to ring the doorbell again, but Yoongi opens the door before he can.
“It’s about time you open the door.” Namjoon gives him an unamused look. “You know I don’t like waiting.”
A bolt of pleasure goes down Yoongi’s spine. Namjoon is in his dom mindset?
But his thoughts are cut short when Hoseok gasps, rushing towards him as Yoongi takes a step back, allowing them both into the flat.
“Were you crying?” Hoseok holds Yoongi’s face, brushing off the tear marks that he probably left. “My poor kitten, why didn’t you call us?”
Hoseok also being in his dom mindset confuses Yoongi. Did they already know he’s having a hard time?
“I didn’t want to bother you.” Yoongi mumbles, not looking at either of them in the eye. He suddenly feels shameful. He knows they’ll be upset with him for not asking for their help sooner.
“Yoongi, you need to tell us when you aren’t feeling good.” Namjoon’s voice is less stern than Yoongi expected, but it still doesn’t feel good. He knows he should have, but he couldn’t bring himself to. “We can help you.”
“Exactly Yoon, we’re here to help.” Hoseok gives Yoongi a soft smile, but Yoongi doesn’t feel any better. The rapper knows it’s mostly the effect that the doms have on him, to always please them, but it’s not helping his feelings right now.
“I’m sorry.” Yoongi whispers, still not looking at either of them in the eye.
“I know,” One of Hoseok’s hands intertwine’s Yoongi’s. “I bet you can make it up to us tonight.”
Yoongi looks at Hoseok with a nervous stare. Hoseok softens.
“Nothing sexual.” Hoseok promises, to which Yoongi relaxes slightly.
Hoseok turns to Namjoon and Namjoon uncrosses his arms.
“We’ll forgive you if you’re on your best behaviour tonight.” Namjoon takes a step forward, the serious look never leaving his face. “Do you think you can do that?”
“Of course, sir.” Yoongi nods enthusiastically, Hoseok dropping his arms to his sides.
“Good, let’s start by having you kneel to us in the bedroom.” Namjoon doesn’t take his eyes off him and Yoongi can already feel his body buzzing with anticipation.
Yoongi doesn’t let go of the blanket as he walks back into his room, leaving both of his doms in the doorway. Once he's inside his bedroom, he puts the heavy blanket on his bed before kneeling in the middle of the room. His knees don’t like the hardwood floor, but Yoongi can put up with it.
Yoongi doesn't have to wait for long. To his delight, Hoseok and Namjoon walk in with their hands full only moments later.
“Look at our kitty, behaving so well.” Hoseok coos and Yoongi straightens at the praise.
He doesn’t say anything, he knows he isn’t supposed to. And all he wants to be is good.
“Sir is going to start tying your pretty hands together. I’m going to put your blindfold on now, okay?”
“Okay daddy.”
Hoseok smiles at the words as he crouches down in front of the submissive.
“What will you do next time you feel like you need a break?” Hoseok’s voice drops slightly, keeping eye contact with Yoongi.
“I will let sir and daddy know.”
Hoseok smiles. “Good kitty.”
With all the praises Hoseok is giving him, the edges around his thoughts are starting to get fuzzy.
Yoongi expects Hoseok to put the blindfold on, but instead he leans in for a kiss. Yoongi accepts it, his thoughts starting to calm down at the action.
In the back of his mind he knows Namjoon will grow jealous. The dom can be possessive of Yoongi at times, especially with it just being the two of them at first.
Or maybe he won’t. Namjoon did say it didn’t bother him as much anymore.
Hoseok pulls away and Yoongi allows him too. The other man is smiling as he puts the black blindfold over his eyes, turning the world around Yoongi black. The loss of one of his senses makes him relax slightly. He feels fingers run through his hair and Yoongi suppresses a hum.
“We’re going to start with the ropes now, okay Yoon?” He hears Namjoon say from behind him. Yoongi nods.
“You know I don’t like silence, Yoongi.” Namjoon tells him with a sharpness to his tone, one that almost brings tears to his eyes.
“Yes sir, sorry sir.”
The fingers in his hair don’t stop, and Yoongi is grateful. It’s reassuring, especially after doing something wrong.
They told me to be good, why can’t I just do what I’m told?
“Wait, Namjoon.”
Yoongi looks up at the sound of Hoseok’s voice, and suddenly there’s a hand on his cheek.
“Why are you crying kitty?” Hoseok’s voice is like silk, so soft and comforting.
I’m crying?
Yoongi didn’t register the tears wetting the blindfold, which means he’s slipping faster than he expected.
“I…” To be honest, Yoongi doesn’t even know why he’s crying. Even if he did, he doesn’t think he would be able to put it into words either.
But Hoseok waits for him to answer properly. He strokes his thumb against Yoongi’s jaw patiently. It suddenly occurred to him that Namjoon didn’t touch him at all yet.
“I just… want to be good.” Yoongi whispers. He feels a fresh wave of tears leave his eyes, but the submissive tries to stop them.
“You are good.” Hoseok reassures him. “You’re always good for us.”
Yoongi doesn’t respond. He knows they can’t proceed without Yoongi being okay, but the rapper doesn’t know what he needs.
In the back of his mind he does, but he doesn’t know how to ask for it.
He hears someone behind him- Namjoon? Drop what sounds like ropes.
“Hey,” He feels hands grab his, he didn’t realise he was silently stimming. He’s now sure it’s Namjoon in front of him. Hoseok lets go of his face at the same time. “We were just worried at first, we want you to tell us when you don’t feel good.”
“I’m sorry.” Yoongi whispers out again, the reminder of his failure earlier makes a lump form in the back of his throat.
“It’s okay Yoongi,” Namjoon squeezes his hands. “We are so lucky to have you, I couldn’t ask for a better submissive.”
“Really?”
“Yes, really.” At Namjoon’s confirmation, fresh tears prick at his eyes again, this time tears of relief. “You have always been good, there wasn’t one moment where I thought you weren’t good.” Namjoon continues to say. “I’m sorry we went too far, we were just worried.”
Yoongi nods and Namjoon wraps his arms around Yoongi. Yoongi hugs back tightly, burying his face in the crook of the rapper’s neck. He feels another hand squeeze his shoulder- Hoseok’s hand. Yoongi smiles.
They stay like that for a few moments, until Yoongi is the one to pull away.
“Okay,” Yoongi nods to himself and to his doms. “I’m okay.”
He feels a kiss on his shoulder and Yoongi smiles softly again. There’s a rustle of movement before he feels one of his doms pin his arms behind his back gently.
“We’ll start with your arms, okay kitty?” Hoseok asks him, and Yoongi nods.
“Yes daddy.”
He feels the pressure of the ropes against his skin before Namjoon starts to wrap them around his wrists. Yoongi tries to stay still, but it’s hard at first. When Namjoon starts to work on his arms, then his chest, he feels himself slip more and more. Hoseok is sitting on the floor with him, giving him kisses and praises. He barely feels the hard wood against his knees anymore. His mind is blank, allowing the tightness of the ropes comfort him along with Hoseok’s words.
Suddenly, Namjoon’s motions stop and he speaks up.
“How does that feel, Yoon?”
“Good, sir.” Yoongi can barely get the words out. “Very good.”
“Your knees must hurt.” Yoongi turns his head to Namjoon's voice. “We should lay on the bed.”
“Can you cuddle me?” Yoongi perks up. “Sir? Daddy?”
“Of course, our kitty deserves all the cuddles.” Hoseok plants a kiss on Yoongi's temple. “You stayed so still when Namjoon was putting the ropes on, it must have been hard.”
“Only at first daddy.” Yoongi responds honestly.
“We’ll help you to the bed, okay?” He hears Namjoon say, and Yoongi replies with an ‘okay sir.'
He feels arms wrap around him, helping him up. Yoongi is grateful for the support, his legs are less stable than he expected. They both help him to the bed, his arms straining against the rope with the movement. But Yoongi likes it.
Once he lays down, he feels both his doms on either side of him. With a smile on his face, he wraps his arms around the man in front of him, which he soon guesses is Namjoon as Hoseok pulls the blanket over them both.
“We can’t sleep yet, kitten.” Hoseok reminds him, hugging him tightly from behind. “So try and stay awake, okay?”
“Okay daddy.” Yoongi mumbles against Namjoon’s skin.
They lay quietly against each other, two pairs of strong arms helping him stay grounded. Yoongi loves it, it’s what he needed.
The rapper doesn’t know why he thought he could do this on his own, but he’s glad his doms knew something was wrong.
He’s lucky to have Namjoon and Hoseok. He doesn’t know what he would do without them.
Slowly, his thoughts become more stable as he becomes more lucid. As he comes back to his own mind and body, he notices how much calmer he feels compared to earlier. He’s relieved. Yoongi didn’t know how much longer he could hold on before he went insane.
But he also feels a hardness pressed against his leg, right where Hoseok’s crotch is.
The knowledge sends a sharp pang of arousal through him. Now that his mind is calmer and clearer, he wouldn’t mind having some fun.
He would honestly prefer it, and he knows Namjoon must be sporting the same issue as Hoseok.
So Yoongi shifts from his position and starts to kiss Namjoon’s shoulder. The action causes Namjoon to move slightly in turn, but only to hook Yoongi’s chin, tilting his head upwards to catch his lips.
Yoongi kisses back, pouring more heat into it than Namjoon probably expected. But the dominant adapts quickly. Yoongi imagines Hoseok watching them, his half hard cock slowly getting harder at the sight of Yoongi all tied up and blind, slipping his tongue into his bandmate’s mouth.
The thought makes Yoongi’s cock twitch.
Namjoon must have realised where this was going, because he pulls away.
“Yoongi,” Yoongi tries not to pout. “What are you doing?”
“I need you both,” Yoongi tells the dominant. “Need sir and daddy’s cocks.”
“Baby, you told us you didn’t want anything sexual.” Hoseok speaks up, his face so close he can feel his breath against his neck. “You know the rules, kitty, we can’t change something like that halfway through.”
“I’m not in subspace anymore.” Yoongi reassures them both. He knows why the rule is there, but it’s okay now. He can make clear decisions unlike earlier.
“Are you sure?” Namjoon asks. “What’s six plus seven?”
“Thirteen.” Yoongi squeezes Namjoon’s arm. “Please sir, I promise I’m lucid.”
“As long as you’re sure-”
“I am,” Yoongi nods. “Please, just want to please you both.”
“We can’t say no to that.” He can hear the smile in Hoseok’s voice and Yoongi perks up.
“Do you want to drop again?” Namjoon doesn’t acknowledge Hoseok’s words. Yoongi can almost feel the dom’s stare.
“Yes, sir.” Yoongi nods. “I want the blindfold and ropes to stay, please.”
“So polite.” Hoseok says, running his hand through Yoongi’s hair. “We really couldn’t have asked for a better kitty.”
Yoongi smiles at the praise. He expects the two doms to start off slow, maybe kiss him a little bit more, but he was wrong.
Pleasantly wrong.
Namjoon and Hoseok detach themselves from Yoongi, their presence immediately missed, but not for long. Hands help Yoongi onto his back, and Yoongi finds himself laying on his tied hands that happen to be right behind his ass.
“You’re so pretty like this.” Namjoon says. “I wish you could see yourself.”
“Maybe we should take a picture.” Hoseok suggests, and Yoongi can feel the rapper hovering over him. “As a memory.”
Yoongi holds back a whine and Hoseok kisses him. Yoongi leans into it, but it doesn’t last long. Hoseok then moves to his neck, mouthing at the skin there. He hears the sound of a bottle open and Yoongi almost frowns.
“I want to please you. Please.” Yoongi begs. He doesn’t know who to refer to, so he hopes being polite satisfies them.
“Oh, you will be.” He can hear Namjoon smirk. “We will use you in any way we see fit.”
Yoongi can feel the heat pool in his stomach and his cock stir at the words. He knows his doms can see it, he’s been naked this whole time.
“Does our kitty like being used?” Hoseok says, smiling against his neck.
“Yes daddy.” Yoongi breathes out when the rapper starts to suck against the skin there.
They aren’t supposed to leave any hickeys, they all know he’ll get in trouble later by the makeup artist who will be assisting him tomorrow, but Yoongi doesn’t care. They both know Yoongi doesn’t care. It’s worth the scolding. He loves being marked up.
He just hopes Namjoon tied the ropes tight enough to leave a mark.
He hears a rustle of movement and something being thrown to the floor, something similar to pants and a shirt. He assumes it’s Namjoon’s, as Hoseok is still busy marking Yoongi up.
Yoongi suddenly wishes he could see Namjoon’s toned chest and strong arms. He wonders if his cock is out yet, how hard it is before they even started.
Yoongi likes to think it’s at full hardless just from looking at Yoongi tied up.
He sharply inhales when he feels Namjoon’s finger touch his hole. Yoongi holds back from grinding down on it. He knows Namjoon is teasing and Yoongi will get punished if he tries to be greedy.
He doesn’t want to be punished. He wants to be good.
Namjoon pushes the digit past his rim and Yoongi sighs at the feeling. He wants to beg for a second one. He knows he can take it. But Namjoon doesn’t like begging.
Hoseok starts to kiss his lips again, and Yoongi leans into it. He can feel himself start to slip again, but he tries to hold off a little longer.
Hoseok pulls away, only to lean back in, this time zeroing in on his nipple. Hoseok takes the nipple into his mouth and sucks. At the same time, Namjoon inserts a second digit.
Which is what he’s been wanting for. But with Hoseok sucking one of his more sensitive spots, it’s a lot. It’s too much.
“Yellow.” Yoongi cries out as soon as Namjoon starts to move.
Namjoon’s fingers freeze and Hoseok raises his head. The lack of stimulation allows Yoongi to breathe again.
“What happened?” Neither of them move, not knowing why Yoongi used a colour.
“Too much.” Yoongi breathes out.
“I’m sorry kitty.” Hoseok runs his hand along Yoongi’s side. “I got carried away.”
“It’s okay,” Yoongi turns his head to Hoseok’s voice. “Just- don’t touch them please daddy.”
“Of course kitty.” Hoseok places a kiss on Yoongi's temple. “Thank you for telling me. You’re so good for using a colour when you need to.”
The edges get fuzzier with the praise, and this time Yoongi starts to let it affect him.
“Are my fingers okay Yoongi?” Namjoon asks him, and Yoongi nods.
“Yes sir, please continue.”
“Good boy.”
Yoongi smiles slightly, inhaling sharply when Namjoon starts to scissor him open.
“Who’s dick do you want, kitty?” Hoseok asks him softly.
“I want both, daddy.” Yoongi turns his head towards Hoseok.
The rapper chuckles softly. “I meant, which dick do you want in your ass?”
Yoongi thinks for a moment, but the answer is clear to him. “Sir’s.”
Namjoon’s fingers stutter inside of him. “Are you sure?”
“Yes, sir.” Yoongi nods. “Want your cock, sir.”
In times like these, Yoongi would prefer Hoseok to fuck him. Hoseok is softer, almost more delicate when he fucks him. Namjoon is rough and fucks hard, the complete opposite of Hoseok.
But right now, even if he’s feeling more sensitive than usual, he wants Namjoon to fuck him. He needs him to.
“I have the honours of fucking your mouth?” He can imagine Hoseok grinning. “How lucky am I?”
He feels another digit prod at his entrance, and he breathes through his nose as Namjoon slowly inserts it.
“Hmmm… do you think your mouth is stretched out enough?”
“Daddy?” Yoongi turns his head towards the dom. He’s not too sure how to respond.
“I think we should stretch it out, just in case. What do you think Joon?”
“I think it would be a pretty sight.”
Yoongi is feeling too floaty to read between the lines. But he’s lucky to have doms like Namjoon and Hoseok who help him each step of the way.
“Open your mouth kitty.”
Yoongi does as he’s told, trying not to act too surprised when he feels two of Hoseok’s fingers press against his tongue.
“Close.”
Yoongi closes around the digits, making sure to watch his teeth. Just like he would for a cock.
On that thought, he sucks gently, making Hoseok press his fingers deeper.
“You’re a natural kitty.” Hoseok says. “So pretty for me.”
Yoongi feels his neglected cock twitch at the words and Yoongi sucks harder, coating Hoseok’s fingers with saliva.
He doesn’t have Hoseok’s fingers in his mouth for long. Namjoon pulls his fingers out, leaving his ass empty. Yoongi whines around Hoseok’s fingers before those are removed as well.
“Do you want me to wear a condom kitty?” He hears Namjoon say as he moves away.
“Yes sir.” Yoongi almost whispers.
He hears the rustle of movement below him and jeans being unzipped beside him. It’s only a total of twelve seconds of waiting, but each passing second feels like eternity. Eventually he feels hands run along his side and a looming presence hovering over him.
“Are you ready?” Namjoon asks him. Yoongi shivers when he feels Namjoon’s cock poke at his entrance.
“Yes sir,” Yoongi doesn’t try looking at him, instead looking at the ceiling. “Please fuck me.”
“Polite kitty.” He hears Hoseok say before Namjoon starts to push in.
The stretch is painful, but not as painful as Yoongi expected. Namjoon doesn’t go as slow as Hoseok usually does. But it’s not too much, Namjoon is careful regardless.
He hears Namjoon breathing start to grow heavy when he finally bottoms out. He doesn’t move yet, Yoongi knows he won’t until the rapper gives him the confirmation.
But he quickly realises that he can't only focus on Namjoon.
“Can I use one of your holes too kitty?” He hears Hoseok ask sweetly. “Your mouth would look so pretty around my cock.”
“Yes daddy.” Yoongi pants out. “Please use my mouth.”
He hears Hoseok hum before fingers are grabbing his hair, holding his head in place. He feels Hoseok’s length poke at his cheek and Yoongi opens his mouth automatically.
“You’re so well trained.” Hoseok praises. “We trained you so well.”
Yoongi doesn’t get to respond as Hoseok starts to insert his dick into Yoongi’s mouth, letting it slide against his tongue. Once Hoseok deems it far enough, he asks Yoongi to close his mouth.
“Fuck you feel so good already.” Hoseok grunts. “And you look so pretty like this.”
“He really does.” Namjoon says, and Yoongi can imagine the way sweat is probably already starting to form on his forehead.
“Are you ready for Sir to move?”
Yoongi tries to nod, but he finds it hard with the way his neck is resting and with Hoseok’s thick cock in his mouth.
“Don’t worry, I’ll be using you. Not the other way around.” He can hear Hoseok smirk, and Yoongi moans around the shaft.
Yoongi tries to grind downwards. He wants Namjoon to start fucking him. He needs them both to. He can’t wait any longer.
“I think our kitty is needy.” Hoseok says. “Do you think he deserves a reward?”
“He has been extra good.”
Yes, I want a reward. Yoongi can’t even think properly anymore. He just wants to please his doms. He wants to be fucked.
Namjoon is the first to start moving, pulling his hips back slowly before delivering a fast thrust, one that causes the bed to creak. It causes Yoongi to moan loudly, but not as loudly as he would without Hoseok’s cock in his mouth.
Right, Hoseok’s cock.
He doesn’t wait for Hoseok to ask him before the rapper begins to suck, pressing his tongue along the bottom. He hears Hoseok release a shaky breath, his grip on Yoongi’s hair loosening.
Namjoon thrusts again, making Yoongi take Hoseok deeper into his mouth. It isn’t an issue, Yoongi doesn’t have much of a gag reflex, but it surprises him. Regardless, he continues working on Hoseok as Namjoon picks up the pace.
He can feel his saliva starting to pool in his mouth, so he swallows. This earns a groan from Hoseok.
“Fuck Yoongi.”
Namjoon’s thrusts are starting to get aggressive, making it hard for Yoongi to focus on Hoseok’s cock. He lets out a series of moans as Namjoon fucks, and fucks, and fucks. The bed creaks and the slapping of skin against skin is fast. Yoongi feels Namjoon lift his legs against his chest, making it easier for the dom to go harder against Yoongi.
He can’t think straight, he can’t think about pleasing Hoseok at all. He’s too focused on Namjoon’s cock.
Hoseok seems to notice this, because his fingers find their way to Yoongi’s hair again. Gripping him tightly. Yoongi barely registers it before Hoseok starts to thrust into Yoongi’s mouth. Yoongi gags, but he lets it happen. It’s almost overwhelming, Hoseok fucking his mouth as Namjoon is fucking his ass. He feels so full, it’s almost too much.
But it isn’t, he’s okay. And most of all, he wants to cum.
Yoongi makes sure to breathe through his nose as the sharp movements sandwich him from both ends.
He wonders what his dick looks like, he wonders if it’s red like his lips and hole.
Yoongi tries to hollow his cheeks for Hoseok to fuck into. This makes Hoseok fuck harder, but sloppier. Hoseok’s cock twitches in Yoongi’s mouth and he knows the rapper’s close.
“Fuck,” Hoseok curses, giving a hard thrust to Yoongi’s mouth.
The cockhead hits the back of Yoongi’s throat hard and Yoongi chokes, but Hoseok takes his dick out quickly after with a ‘pop’, removing his fingers from his hair as well. A second later, the dom is groaning and spilling on Yoongi’s chest.
Yoongi wants to cum too, he wants to ask.
But he doesn't have the time to ask.
As soon as the last drop of cum splashes Yoongi’s chest, Namjoon pulls out and turns Yoongi over. Yoongi cries out, catching himself with his knees. But his hands are still tied tightly behind his back, so his face hits the mattress.
“Fuck,” He hears someone curse again, but he can’t quite process who it was.
Yoongi gasps when Namjoon rams into him, giving rapid thrusts against his poor hole. After the third thrust, Yoongi releases a loud moan when the dom finds his prostate. Namjoon makes sure not to lose it, thrusting so hard he needs to hold Yoongi’s ass up to keep him steady.
“Please,” Yoongi slurs. He isn’t sure what he’s asking for anymore.
But someone knew what he was asking, because there’s a hand on his dick that starts to jerk him off. The heat in Yoongi’s stomach snaps after the fourth tug, gasping as he spills against the sheets. He feels Namjoon thrusts turn sloppy behind him, in a way that Yoongi assumes he’s riding out his own orgasm. Yoongi’s legs give out completely after finishing, and Namjoon’s hold on him becomes a lot weaker. Yoongi breathes into the sheets, not being able to do anything else.
He barely processes Namjoon pull out. For a moment he's confused as to why his hole doesn’t feel as gross as it usually does.
Did I ask him to use a condom?
Yoongi hears the sound of the bath water being turned on and he tries to sit up, confused. Did they leave him already?
“Hey, Yoongi.” Namjoon says softly. “Let’s just lay here for a moment.”
Yoongi doesn’t disagree, instead laying his head back down. No one touches him, but he feels Namjoon’s presence beside him as he lays there. He isn’t sure what both doms are doing, but he finds it easier to not think about it. His brain can’t take it.
“Hey Yoongi, the bath is almost done.” Hoseok is on the opposite side of Namjoon. “Can we take the rope off?”
Yoongi nods. His throat is sore and he doesn’t feel like talking.
Hoseok deems it enough consent, because he can feel him start to undo the ropes on his hands. Once Yoongi is free, he starts to roll his wrists. As Hoseok continues to undo the ropes, Namjoon speaks up.
“Do they hurt too much?” Namjoon asks him. “There’s ice packs in your freezer we can use.”
Yoongi shakes his head. The pain is noticeable, but it’s a nice pain. One that he likes.
Hoseok guides him to sit before taking off the rest of the ropes. Yoongi doesn't find that he misses them as much as he usually does, he just wants to get rid of the cum and sweat on his body.
“I’m going to take off the blindfold, okay?” Namjoon says and Yoongi can feel his fingers hovering over the material.
Yoongi nods again, and Namjoon slowly removes the dark blindfold. Yoongi blinks fast against the light, but his eyes quickly adjust to the bright world around them. His gaze finds Namjoon’s, whose eyes are gentle and welcoming.
“The bath is ready, Hoseok is just getting you a popsicle.” Namjoon explains softly. “Do you want to get in with me?”
Yoongi nods, taking Namjoon's hand as the dom wraps an arm around him. Namjoon helps him to his feet and leads him to the bathroom. Yoongi’s legs are weak, but with Namjoon as a pillar of support he can walk without too much difficulty.
Yoongi looks at Namjoon as they walk, noticing how sweaty he is. Yoongi wishes he could have seen Namjoon fuck him, despite how much he loved having one of his senses removed.
Namjoon gets into the bathtub first and Yoongi holds onto the side. Namjoon then helps Yoongi into it, letting the sub lean against his chest. Yoongi sighs, the salts and warm water already doing wonders against his muscles.
Hoseok walks in only moments later, an orange popsicle in his hand.
“You only had one left.” Hoseok pouts. “I wanted a pink one.”
“ You don’t deserve one.” Namjoon points out, making Yoongi smile. “Yoongi was the one who took us so well.”
“You’re right.” Hoseok looks at Yoongi, returning his smile.
Hoseok gets into the bathtub, sitting as close to Yoongi as possible. The young rapper hands him the orange frozen treat, which Yoongi takes gratefully before popping it into his mouth. The cold liquid is already starting to decrease the ache in his throat.
Hoseok watches Yoongi suck on the popsicle with a fond expression on his face, one that makes Yoongi’s heart flutter. With Hoseok’s stare and Namjoon’s hands on his hips, he feels loved, he feels safe.
Yoongi is halfway done with the popsicle when Namjoon speaks up.
“I was surprised you wanted me to fuck you,” Namjoon admits. “Especially with how sensitive you were.”
“I wanted you to.” Yoongi shrugs. “And I didn’t know my nipples were going to send me over the edge.”
“I didn’t either.” Hoseok’s smile drops. “I’m sorry Yoongi, I’ll be more careful next time.”
“It’s not your fault.” Yoongi takes the popsicle out of his mouth. “I didn’t expect it either.”
“We’ll know for next time.” Namjoon reminds them. “And we’ll be more careful with our words.”
“Right.” Yoongi cringes. “Sorry, I didn’t even know I was crying-”
“You have nothing to apologise for.” Namjoon interrupts him. “You were overwhelmed, it’s normal.”
“I wish it wasn’t.” Yoongi doesn’t meet Hoseok’s eyes. “I wish I wasn’t like this.”
“It brought us closer, didn’t it?” Hoseok takes Yoongi’s hands. “I love doing this with you, all of it.”
“We love everything about you, Yoongi.” Namjoon’s hands squeeze Yoongi’s hips. “And we love taking care of you.”
Yoongi nods. He knows what else they’re trying to say, but it’s hard. It’s hard accepting such a tedious part of himself, especially when it involves people he loves. He doesn’t want to burden them.
But he knows it was wrong not telling them. He made a promise, and he broke it.
“I’m sorry for not telling you.” Yoongi says softly. “I didn’t want to bother you.”
“You’re never bothering us.” Hoseok tilts Yoongi’s head to look at him. “We want to help you, it hurts us when you aren’t feeling well.”
Yoongi nods slowly. “I’ll try better.”
Hoseok gives Yoongi a quick kiss, smiling. “That’s all we ask.”
The rest of the bath is a blur. They don’t speak much other than that, instead Yoongi continues to receive gentle touches and kisses.
They get out of the tub when it starts to get cold, Hoseok staying back to help Yoongi get dressed as Namjoon prepares the bed. Yoongi smiles at the implications. He loves sleeping with Hoseok and Namjoon, he always sleeps better with them sharing the same bed.
He knew they wouldn’t leave him regardless, but the confirmation makes Yoongi’s chest feel fuzzy.
Hoseok’s arm is wrapped around his shoulders as they walk into the room. Yoongi doesn’t really need the support, but he assumes Hoseok just wants to feel close. Yoongi doesn’t mind it, he wants to feel close to Hoseok too.
They get into bed for the second time, this time Yoongi feels completely satisfied and calm. Both doms once again wrap themselves around Yoongi, and Yoongi smiles. He knows he’s going to overheat tonight, but he couldn’t care less.
“Good night,” Hoseok mumbles. “I love you both.”
“I love you too.” Yoongi mumbles against Hoseok’s skin.
He looks up and watches Namjoon put his hand against Hoseok’s cheek. The loving gesture makes Yoongi’s smile brighten.
He rests his head back against Hoseok’s chest, closing his eyes. They need to get up early tomorrow, and he knows they’ll all be tired as fuck once they wake up.
But it was worth it, Yoongi doesn’t regret a thing.