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Ten nodded, not wanting to make a noise. He dropped down onto his knees and then onto his stomach as told, lying down flat and trying to work out what he was doing here exactly. He exhaled and inhaled as slowly as he could, trying his best to do what he was told. He knew that voice. That was the tone of someone not to mess with.
And he knew when he had to obey. It was just instinct with him.
And he knew when he had to obey. It was just instinct with him.
"Move your arms to the side, hands flat on the ground. Don't move them unless I tell you to. Don't speak unless I ask you something."
Hobi got up and stepped over Ten with one foot, so he was lying down between his legs, and he bent down to slowly drag a finger along Ten's spine, testing how obedient he would be and expecting it to be very. It was easy to get him into sub space, which worried him more these days than it had initially. Ten seemed to enjoy it generally, but he didn't want that fear he had. He wanted him to find a way to feel safe and taken care of instead of threatened.
"Do you know that you are beautiful?"
Hobi got up and stepped over Ten with one foot, so he was lying down between his legs, and he bent down to slowly drag a finger along Ten's spine, testing how obedient he would be and expecting it to be very. It was easy to get him into sub space, which worried him more these days than it had initially. Ten seemed to enjoy it generally, but he didn't want that fear he had. He wanted him to find a way to feel safe and taken care of instead of threatened.
"Do you know that you are beautiful?"
Ten was as obedient as he could be, in some ways he took great pride in it. He lay perfectly still, rested his hands on the floor and tried his best not to make a single sound. Even when he teasingly touched him, he stayed as still as he could.
Was that a question he had to answer? He didn't know but he knew not answering could be more dangerous than answering. Ignoring was bad. "Yes, hyung. I know." He was pretty beautiful, he knew that. Only on the outside but who cared about the inside? No one saw it.
Was that a question he had to answer? He didn't know but he knew not answering could be more dangerous than answering. Ignoring was bad. "Yes, hyung. I know." He was pretty beautiful, he knew that. Only on the outside but who cared about the inside? No one saw it.
"Of course you do. What you don't know is that you are sweet. Isn't it enough that I tell you?" But of course he knew that it wasn't enough. J-Hope laid down, holding himself above Ten's body just a little, but close enough that he could kiss, once more along his spine, lower and lower, until he was at the small of his back. He reached under his body, undoing his pants. He almost asked if that was okay, but he decided that it might feel safer for Ten if he didn't have to choose. It would just happen and it would not be bad.
He moved up again, only so he could move himself back down, this time tracing his tongue along his back. With his thumbs hooked into his belt loops, he moved Ten's pants past his hips, the boxers coming down with them. Curse of the tight pants, he knew it well.
He moved up again, only so he could move himself back down, this time tracing his tongue along his back. With his thumbs hooked into his belt loops, he moved Ten's pants past his hips, the boxers coming down with them. Curse of the tight pants, he knew it well.
"It's enough. I'll be sweet for you, hyung." That was all he could really offer. No, he didn't think he was overly sweet. Look at what he'd done to Jimin and Tae. He rested his head against the floor and did his best not to move, even when Hobi was that close, even when he teasingly undid his pants and his boxers came down with it.
Ten prided himself on being good at this, he was never bothered by anything - he was a good fuck, the perfect sub. Even so, he flinched a little as his pants came down, just thinking of when Cheon did it last.
He didn't mean to tense, he just did.
Ten prided himself on being good at this, he was never bothered by anything - he was a good fuck, the perfect sub. Even so, he flinched a little as his pants came down, just thinking of when Cheon did it last.
He didn't mean to tense, he just did.
Of course he noticed the tensing, but he said nothing. Instead he simply trailed his tongue deeper down still, moving between his ass cheeks, essentially with the simple aim of giving him the world's gentlest rim job, even if that meant it would take hours for him to come. He had been with women, his tongue had some stamina.
Besides, he had a very strong feeling that someone like Cheon was not the type to ever do anything for a sub that he didn't get anything out of right away.
Besides, he had a very strong feeling that someone like Cheon was not the type to ever do anything for a sub that he didn't get anything out of right away.
What the hell was he doing? Ten didn't understand. He felt his tongue going against him and he frowned, trying his best not to moan. He'd been with a few guys but none of them ever used their mouth on him. He used his mouth of them. Constantly. He had a very skilled tongue, as he hoped Hobi knew.
At first it felt odd, then it started to make him feel tingly and weird. It wasn't long before he was trying to gulp back needy whines and keep himself as still as he could. How long had Hobi been doing this? He shouldn't be doing this!
Wasn't this his job?
At first it felt odd, then it started to make him feel tingly and weird. It wasn't long before he was trying to gulp back needy whines and keep himself as still as he could. How long had Hobi been doing this? He shouldn't be doing this!
Wasn't this his job?
His intention was for Ten to come undone and so he only smiled in satisfaction when he felt him shiver beneath him. He intentionally stayed away from his dick, wanting him to come just from that, knowing from experience how unique that felt, how mellow. He wanted nothing invasive this time, nothing but time and soft pleasure, until Ten finally found his release.
Hobi moved just in time to lie down on top of him, careful not to put his entire weight on him, most of it still on his knees and elbows as he kissed the top of Ten's head.
"Tell me if anyone can pleasure you like I can."
Hobi moved just in time to lie down on top of him, careful not to put his entire weight on him, most of it still on his knees and elbows as he kissed the top of Ten's head.
"Tell me if anyone can pleasure you like I can."
It was a strange experience, it was relaxing yet intense in a way he'd never experienced. He didn't thing he could come from tongue alone unless it was around his dick and yes, he didn't take long to get used to the sensation and come. It was surreal. He lay there, sweaty and panting, his legs feeling wobbly and his heart was racing.
"No one. God, hyung. No one!" He wasn't just saying that, no one made him feel like Hobi made him feel. "You didn't have to do that for me, I'm supposed to do that for you."
That was how this thing worked. To his knowledge.
"No one. God, hyung. No one!" He wasn't just saying that, no one made him feel like Hobi made him feel. "You didn't have to do that for me, I'm supposed to do that for you."
That was how this thing worked. To his knowledge.
"I take care of you. That's what it means to be mine." Seemed simple enough to him, but he knew why the concept was harder to grasp for Ten. He turned his head to the side and managed to kiss him, kiss him deep and definitely putting dominance into that action. He finally pulled back, coming to sit next to Ten and looking down at him. "You may move now."
He held an arm out, curling his fingers in to gesture him over and make sure where exactly he wanted him to move. "I have so much to teach you, don't I?"
He held an arm out, curling his fingers in to gesture him over and make sure where exactly he wanted him to move. "I have so much to teach you, don't I?"
Ten crawled into the hold as soon as he was released, nuzzling against Hobi affectionately. He didn't care if Cheon said Hobi was weak or cowardly, that he'd fuck anyone. He was constantly trying to defend him and keep him safe, he was caring and kind. And deadly when he wanted to be. As far as he saw it, Cheon had been wrong about Hobi. He just wished Cheon was wrong about him because he really didn't deserve someone like Hobi.
"I guess you so. I just thought I was the one who used my tongue!" Even if he was tied down. He laughed a little, even if it wasn't funny, leaning up to gently kiss Hobi's neck. "You're too good to me."
"I guess you so. I just thought I was the one who used my tongue!" Even if he was tied down. He laughed a little, even if it wasn't funny, leaning up to gently kiss Hobi's neck. "You're too good to me."
"It's a give and take. I'm just the one in charge, doesn't mean you don't get pleasured." Quite the opposite, when he was in the right mood. He wrapped his arms around Ten now, nuzzling the side of his neck and holding on to him. He wished the marks were gone already, he wished Ten wasn't still hurting, but he wouldn't let that keep him from loving on him.
"I want to take you out tomorrow. To a restaurant. I was thinking we could go have Thai food? I don't know a lot about it, you could teach me." There, going on a date and everything. He was nailing this dating thing.
"I want to take you out tomorrow. To a restaurant. I was thinking we could go have Thai food? I don't know a lot about it, you could teach me." There, going on a date and everything. He was nailing this dating thing.
"We're going to dinner? Shit, you really do like me. We could go for Thai, if you wanted. I'll do as you feel, hyung." Though he did like Thai food a lot. So much. He was homesick often and Thai food helped a lot. He sighed and wished that things were always this easy. A cute boy to get him nice things and buy him dinner. He wanted it so bad but part of him was so hesitant about it all.
It was letting himself be loved. "We could also ... go to like, I don't know, a movie sometime?" Ten leaned his head back, nuzzling against Hobi's neck playfully. "Make out in the back of the theatre."
It was letting himself be loved. "We could also ... go to like, I don't know, a movie sometime?" Ten leaned his head back, nuzzling against Hobi's neck playfully. "Make out in the back of the theatre."
"Oh yeah. But no horror movies, I get scared." Well, at least he was open about it. "Don't think even you could distract me enough for that."
Hobi smiled and kissed his cheek. "I'll try and find the time some time. Usually I'm busy in the evenings, but I'm sure I can arrange for something. What movie would you like to watch?"
He found that he actually liked finding these things out about Ten. He supposed it only made sense, he really did care a lot about him by now.
Hobi smiled and kissed his cheek. "I'll try and find the time some time. Usually I'm busy in the evenings, but I'm sure I can arrange for something. What movie would you like to watch?"
He found that he actually liked finding these things out about Ten. He supposed it only made sense, he really did care a lot about him by now.
"No, I don't like spooky films. I get so scared! I don't like being scared." Oh yeah, they were on the same level there. "Can we watch something romantic? I like that. Happier, much happier. I like to think about that kind of thing, not bad things. Like death, murder, ghosts and fruit." All far too scary.
All on the same level of scary, actually. "I know you can get busy so don't worry about it if you can't. We could watch movies somewhere. When you're free." He didn't want to suggest his apartment.
He didn't want to be needy.
All on the same level of scary, actually. "I know you can get busy so don't worry about it if you can't. We could watch movies somewhere. When you're free." He didn't want to suggest his apartment.
He didn't want to be needy.
"We can watch a movie tonight, if you want. We can just sleep in tomorrow. We will watch a movie tonight at home." Hobi was deliberate in his choice of the word 'home', knowing that Ten wouldn't be so presumptuous. But he wanted him to feel at home. He wanted it to be his home, really, but he was aware that might be overdoing it a little. However, he didn't like the idea of Ten being alone. Anywhere, really, much less living alone.
"If you go home early, you can pull out to couch and decide what movie we'll watch. Maybe we can order a snack." He grinned at Ten, raising his eyebrows. "Although I guess I already got my snack right here."
That said he kissed him again.
"If you go home early, you can pull out to couch and decide what movie we'll watch. Maybe we can order a snack." He grinned at Ten, raising his eyebrows. "Although I guess I already got my snack right here."
That said he kissed him again.
"you're such a dork. You're so cute." He laughed as he leaned in and kissed him again, arms around his neck and he gave him a hug. Oh yeah, he liked this a lot. Sex aside, he had a way to not only get attention but keep it and be praised, loved and wanted. He felt a bubble of excitement inside of him. This was what he always wanted.
And it was perfect. "Get me mochi. And thai food. Oh! Pizza. That too." Well, he was always going to be demanding.
And it was perfect. "Get me mochi. And thai food. Oh! Pizza. That too." Well, he was always going to be demanding.
"Thai food is for tomorrow. A patron recommended a place that I bet you've never been in, Mr Too Deep In Debt To Afford Anything, so you better behave well while we're there." Not that he was too bothered, mostly he just wanted to see Ten's eyes light up and he had a feeling that food from his home country might do the trick. "But pizza and mochi for tonight, that I can do."
He checked his watch and sighed. "I'll have to go and finish my paperwork. Are you feeling less bored yet?"
He checked his watch and sighed. "I'll have to go and finish my paperwork. Are you feeling less bored yet?"
In a way, Tae had been excited to be able to sit in when Namjoon and Yoongi discussed business. However, after a minute he realised that it wasn't actually very interesting, especially since half the time he didn't even know what they were talking about. Their habit of sometimes not finishing sentences was not helping, because they might be able to understand each other wordlessly, but Tae was not.
He looked around for Jimin, huffing in annoyance when he didn't see him. Finally he slowly turned his seat, ducking a little and getting up as quietly as possibly, slowly sneaking away. Maybe he could get to the bar and at least find someone to talk to.
He looked around for Jimin, huffing in annoyance when he didn't see him. Finally he slowly turned his seat, ducking a little and getting up as quietly as possibly, slowly sneaking away. Maybe he could get to the bar and at least find someone to talk to.
When Ten was younger, he used to dance on the streets in Thailand and in many ways, it had been a blessing. It made him flexible, rubbery and capable of doing things most could not. Like literally dropping to the floor the moment he saw Tae coming over, his whole body sort of collapsing under itself like one of those fold down ottomans.
Now he just had to get out of here. As cool as that move was, he lost a lot of cool points when he rolled over, went to crawl and lifted his head too fast, hitting one of the taps under the bar. Stupid beer nozzle!
"Ten, dude, what are you doing?" One of the bartenders asked unhelpfully before turning his attention onto Tae. "Can I get you something, sir?" He still had to be professional, even if the bosses boyfriend was on the floor for some reason.
Now he just had to get out of here. As cool as that move was, he lost a lot of cool points when he rolled over, went to crawl and lifted his head too fast, hitting one of the taps under the bar. Stupid beer nozzle!
"Ten, dude, what are you doing?" One of the bartenders asked unhelpfully before turning his attention onto Tae. "Can I get you something, sir?" He still had to be professional, even if the bosses boyfriend was on the floor for some reason.
"Er. Sure." Tae glanced Namjoon's way and imagined his reaction if he attempted to mix alcohol with any of the meds he was still on. None too happy, he assumed. What did one even drink in a bar that didn't have alcohol? "Hey, Ten. I need a recommendation."
Might as well use that to draw him out, because he kind of had a feeling there was a reason he was in hiding and that reason was him.
"What can I drink that's not alcoholic? Namjoon's not letting me have fun."
Might as well use that to draw him out, because he kind of had a feeling there was a reason he was in hiding and that reason was him.
"What can I drink that's not alcoholic? Namjoon's not letting me have fun."
Fuck. Well. He supposed his genius plan of avoiding those two was a lot harder when he was in the bar they all went to. He ducked low and stayed down there for a while, there was an awkward silence before finally, he just spoke up. "Get a virgin cocktail... the margarita mocktail is pretty good."
He bit his lower lip and tried to think of anything else. It was a good distraction from having to get up and look at Tae, face the damage he caused. "Also the blue moscow mocktail. It's not bad."
He bit his lower lip and tried to think of anything else. It was a good distraction from having to get up and look at Tae, face the damage he caused. "Also the blue moscow mocktail. It's not bad."
"Then I'll have the blue moscow thing." Sounded like it might look strange at least and, hey. He had to make his decision somehow. He sat down on a stool, with more difficulty than he'd have liked to admit to. Honestly, these stools were just not that easy to climb. "Come out, Ten. I want to show you my gun." Maybe if he sounded ever so vaguely threatening he could get him to actually talk to him? Tae wasn't sure.
Oh shit. He was going to shoot him, wasn't he? Or was he going to hurt Hobi? He wasn't even sure. He tried to keep his shit together as he crawled around the side of the bar and stood up, dusting himself off sheepishly and eyeing up Tae with obvious fear. Where was the gun? Did he have to find Hobi? His eyes flickered around the room, just trying to locate the other but no luck. He focused back on Tae. "Hello, Tae hyung."
"Hey, Ten." Tae waved his hand. "Don't tell me, I know I look like shit. Namjoon only let me out because he thought I'd ruin my thumbs playing video games if he left me home alone today." Which, to be fair, was likely true. He wasn't quite sure how to interpret the look on Ten's face, so he just took his gun out of the holster, very careful not to drop it, then held it out. "Look! What do you think?"
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