powerboys | This life is all wrong for you, ddaeng

"This is pretty boring. I'm definitely being punished. Urrrrrgh, so boring. So mean, hyung. Why?" Why was this happening to him? He fucked up, sure, but he was a good boy and he was trying to do better. Why, oh why, did he have to calculate numbers for him? Math was the worst. This was the ultimate punishment, calculating numbers for Hobi.

Ten whined and sprawled over the bar, ignoring the bar tenders looking at him as he lay all over the pages and huffed. "I wanna do a fun job."

He found it easier to whine about work, to tease and be playful, to be with Hobi like this. It was better than having to address the elephant in the room he'd been avoiding dealing with since he saw Hobi.

"It's off hours, so you can either do this or clean the toilets." Hobi didn't look up from the calculator, writing down the number before he could forget it. He still had to get work done after all.

Finally he looked up and over at Ten, smiling when he saw how childish he was behaving. He reached out to grab his chin, playfully rubbing it a little. Hey, he looked cute. "Fine. I'll find you something more entertaining to do."

With that vague statement he got up, gesturing to Ten. "Come with me."

"It better not be cleaning toilets. I'm delicate and soft, I shouldn't clean." Ten pouted and then slowly, he got up and tossed his pen down, leaving his messy notes all over the bar and hurrying to get away from the math. He slipped in beside Hobi and held onto his arm, clinging to him in a playful manner.

Hobi was safe to play with again, he was still the same old Hobi. It made it a lot easier to ease up and pretend the world was as it should be. "Where are we going, hyung? Is it fun? I want to do something fun."

"You'd be less delicate if I put you into a maid costume and had you clean for a couple hours." Which, well, interesting thought. Probably not something he should actually do, but an interesting though. Hobi was headed upstairs, figuring he might as well take Ten somewhere they had had a lot of fun in the past. Fun and also, in all honesty, a lot of cuddling.

Once they were inside, he headed straight for the couch, sitting down and pulling Ten onto his lap, leaning back comfortable and looking up at him. "You never told me how it went with Suga."

Ten settled down against Hobi and wriggled around around, unsure why they were doing this but here they were. He supposed this was nice, he did like cuddles. Even if he didn't often get them. He still found Hobi utterly fascinating, he was such an odd guy. A unique dom in many ways too, he expected him to be harsher than he was. "Oh, well, okayish? I think."

He thought it went okay. He wasn't so sure. "He told me I'm responsible for you and visa versa. So if I fuck up, you get hurt." He didn't like that still. He reached out and fiddled with his drawstring. "You're so silly. Hobi-hyung! You shouldn't do things like that for me." He was just a fuck, not anything to die over.

"I didn't like that you didn't come to me, but I didn't make it clear to you how much I cared, so I've no right to be insulted. Can't blame you for something that's on me, can I?" Which made the whole thing a lot more complicated. Hobi reached out to have a hand around the back of Ten's neck, so he could pull him down a little, pull him closer. "Now you don't have an excuse anymore."

He pulled him down further, turning his head so he could talk against his ear. "So the next time you mess up, I'm going to punish you. I'll find ways to make you very regretful, sweetheart."

Ten shivered pleasantly against Hobi, excited at the prospect of where that could lead and knowing that he wouldn't punish him like Cheon. Or he hoped anyway, he wasn't sure if Hobi had been playing nice before. How did he tell? "I wanted to tell you but I couldn't risk it. I'm sorry for what I did. I just got scared. I'm selfish, I know, I'm working on it." Like Cheon said, he was a selfish slut who never cared about anyone but himself.

Hence why he was always on his own. He leaned his head against Hobi and tried to ease up, to relax into the embrace. "You don't have to go gentle on me, you know? You can fuck me whenever you wanna. I'm ready for you."

"Think I have to go gentle on you a while longer at least. I've seen your back, remember?" And honestly, he didn't really want to see it again, although part of him was now thinking that maybe he should, so Ten wouldn't feel rejected. Relationships were so much more difficult than casual flings, he could tell already.

"You were pretty selflessly brave for a selfish kid. I'm just sorry you missed my shot, I was hoping to show off in front of you." Maybe next time. Under better circumstances.

He leaned back again, letting go of Ten for the moment and gesturing with his hand. "Take your shirt off."

"Really? You want to see my back again?" Ten gave him a disbelieving look but he sat up and did it anyway, pulling off his hoodie and then his t-shirt with little fucks to give. Other people might not like looking at it but these marks were pretty standard for him these days. As far as he was concerned, this was just normal.

He sat in front of Hobi, a little bruised and his wrists still marked but he had upset Cheon, it was only to be expected that the marks would stick around for a few.

"Sorry if it bothers you." Was all Ten would offer, looking off elsewhere and frowning a little. "Should heal in about two weeks. Then we can fuck." And he wouldn't have to see them if they did. That'd make it easier.

"Quiet, sweetheart. I want you to listen to me." Hobi caught his eyes to make sure he had his attention. "I want you to lie down on the ground, on your stomach. Now."

He had a certain voice that he knew wouldn't be disobeyed. He doubted that someone with Ten's experiences had ever had a dom try mental bondage on him, so he would be the first. He liked that thought.

"Breathe evenly."

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.

"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?"

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.

"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.

"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.

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.

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?

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."

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.

"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?"

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."

"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.

"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."

"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.

"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.

This life is all wrong for you, ddaeng

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