BTS: Reward Me, Daddy (Suga/Jungkook)
Title: Reward Me, Daddy
Pairing: Suga/Jungkook
Rating: NC-17
Warning: PWP, CEO!Yoongi, college student!Jeongguk, toys, rimming, anal sex, praise kink
Word Count: 2376
Summary: Yoongi loves it when his baby boy follows directions. Sugar Daddy!AU
Author's Note: Filth, absolute filth. I thought this up when I was trying to fall back asleep and couldn't resist. I hope you enjoy! :)
Yoongi groans, tilting his head far enough to the side that a satisfying crack sounds from his neck. It's past eleven, midnight quickly approaching, and Yoongi has just spent the entire day at the company finalizing small details for their newest girl group's upcoming debut. To be honest, it was mostly tedious work, small details that were easy to overlook if one wasn't careful. In other words, boring despite being important. As a result Yoongi can feel how tense his shoulders are, the tension running all the way down his spine in a way most uncomfortable. But that's okay, because he's back at his penthouse and somewhere his baby boy is waiting for him.
He hangs up his coat, toeing off his shoes, and lets his bag fall against the wall with a satisfying thump. The penthouse is dark, even the kitchen lights are off, meaning Jeongguk must be in their bedroom. Yoongi had texted him earlier about being back late, and instructed him not to wait up with dinner. Looks like his boyfriend had listened, causing Yoongi to grin. If Jeongguk followed the first part of his text, then surely he had complied with the rest of his instructions.
His feet pad quietly over hardwood floors, making his way towards the closed bedroom door. A light shines from the crack underneath, which means that Jeongguk is awake despite Yoongi not being able to hear any kind of noise.
When he swings the door open, Yoongi is greeted by the sight of Jeongguk laying down on his stomach on their shared bed. His headphones are on, and his laptop in front of him displaying the new music creation program Yoongi bought him for his composition class. Jeongguk's legs are stretched out behind him, occasionally swinging up into the air restlessly. Every once in a while, when his legs swing particularly far, the younger man's body twitches as a quiet huff of breath escapes his lips.
Yoongi chuckles, approaching his completely unaware lover, sidling up beside the bed. He's careful not to alert the other to his presence, Jeongguk much too focused on his work, until he swings a leg up on the bed. Quickly, Yoongi moves so he's hovering over Jeongguk on all fours, enjoying the way his younger lover flinches in surprise.
"Hyung?" Jeongguk moans, shoulders bunching up when Yoongi kisses the nape of his neck. He reaches up to remove his headphones, craning his head so he can see Yoongi out of the corner of his eye.
"Hey, baby." Yoongi's voice husky, sending a visible shiver down Jeongguk's back. "Working on homework?"
"Yeah, a composition project that's due next week. Thought I'd get a head start while you were still at work." Tilting his head forward, Jeongguk bares more of his neck for Yoongi to caress with wet open mouthed kisses.
"Oh? You've been working hard, Jeongguk-ah?"
Jeongguk whines, "I've only started. Still have a lot more to do before it's anywhere close to being done."
Yoongi smiles, lifting his head away from tan skin. "Have you had dinner yet, baby?"
"Yes, Hyung. I ate right after I got your text saying you'd be late."
"Good, and what about the second part of my text? Did you follow that too?" Yoongi croons, walking two of his fingers down Jeongguk's back, over the thin white tee he's wearing. He follows the curve of the younger man's spine, continuing past the dip of his lower back, and stops just above his tail bone. Through the thin layer of Jeongguk's boxer briefs, it's easy for Yoongi to massage gentle circles in the flesh, greedily taking in the way Jeongguk groans and presses his hips into the bed. "Hmmm? Did you follow all of my directions, baby boy?"
The back of Jeongguk's neck is starting to flush, whether it's from arousal or embarrassment, Yoongi's not sure. Perhaps a combination of both? He does, however, take pleasure in the way his younger lover angles his hips up off the bed, offering himself up.
"Why don't you find out for yourself, Hyung?" Jeongguk teases, sending a smirk over his shoulder.
Yoongi raises a brow at the challenge, both hands coming up to firmly hold onto Jeongguk's hips. His hands stay still, Yoongi staring directly at his younger lover patiently, waiting for Jeongguk to turn away first. It's only after Jeongguk looks away bashfully that Yoongi hooks his fingers in the black underwear, slowly pulling them over the curve of Jeongguk's round ass and down his muscular thighs.
While he's busy untangling the material from Jeongguk's ankles, the younger moves his laptop aside so he can cross his arms in front of himself for better balance. By the time Yoongi throws the material somewhere behind him, Jeongguk has moved his knees further up the mattress, keeping his chest pressed down so his hips are tilted high in the air. His legs have also separated, providing Yoongi with plenty of room to sit between them, full erection dipping down towards the bed but not quite reaching.
For a moment Yoongi is distracted by a piece of silicone wrapped around the base of his boyfriend's flush red dick, a cock ring he definitely didn't ask the other to put on. He traces around it for a moment, savoring Jeongguk's sharp intake of breath, but doesn't say anything. Instead he moves along, barely skimming his fingers along the other's perineum and between his cheeks where the base of a matte black plug is clearly visible.
"Baby boy, you did an excellent job following directions tonight," Yoongi whispers, intentionally making his voice sound gravelly. He prods at the plug experimentally, watching in delight as Jeongguk flinches at the unexpected jostle. "I think you deserve a reward for that, don't you? Do you want a reward for being a good boy, Jeongguk-ah?"
"Yes, Hyung," Jeongguk croaks, face a bright red. "Please reward me, I've been such a good boy."
"Oh, you're so right, baby boy. You've been so good for me, following all my instructions and not letting yourself cum." In a move rather cruel, Yoongi grasps what he can of the plug and twists it suddenly, watching as stretched muscles of Jeongguk's entrance clench dramatically. Jeongguk himself cries out, jerking forward before quickly sliding back into place.
"Hmmm? What do you want, Jeongguk? Should I take the ring off and make you cum? Is that what you want?" Yoongi knows he's teasing, but he can't help it when Jeongguk's responses have his own pants becoming unbearably tight.
Jeongguk shakes his head. "No," he whines, "not yet, Hyung. Don't wanna cum yet."
Yoongi rubs his hand against the younger's left ass cheek, leaning down to kiss a mole on the right. "No? Then what do you want, baby boy?"
"I want your tongue."
Chuckling, Yoongi traces his tongue in various patterns along a tan cheek. "Like this?" He knows exactly what Jeongguk wants, but holds out for his boyfriend to be more specific.
"Noooo." It's drawled out, Jeongguk whimpering into his arms. "I want you to fuck me with your tongue, Hyung. Please."
"Oh, that's what you want, baby boy? My tongue fucking your sweet ass?" Yoongi toys with the plug again, wiggling it in the hopes of loosening Jeongguk's muscles enough to ease the plug out painlessly.
Jeongguk's head nods fervently, hips wiggling enticingly. "Please, Hyung."
"Okay, Hyung will give you want you want, baby. I'm going to take the plug out, okay?" Yoongi asks, fingers ready. When Jeongguk gives him the go ahead, he slowly slips the black silicone out, drinking in the sound of Jeongguk's whine.
The plug is placed next to him on the bed, then he's tracing the puffy pink entrance reverently, sliding one finger in tentatively. When Jeongguk lets out a content sigh, he removes his finger to hold the other's cheeks a part. A broad lick is delivered from perineum up, then back down to trace circles around the ring of muscle.
"Ohhh," Jeongguk moans, head tilting to the side so head is unobstructed by his arms. Yoongi's made it very clear from day one that he never liked it when the younger tried to muffle his sounds.
Yoongi can taste something surprisingly sweet, and immediately deduces that Jeongguk used the mango lube they have (the brat knowing it's Yoongi's favorite). Spurred on with this knowledge, Yoongi tenses his tongue enough to move through the first ring of muscle, licking in a circle along warm walls.
Jeongguk keens above him, hips pressing back against Yoongi's face, trying to get the wet appendage further inside. "More, Hyunggg."
Setting up a brisk pace, Yoongi starts fucking his tongue into Jeongguk's ass, making sure that each thrust has him licking along walls. The sweet yet synthetic taste of lube drives him to move faster, lips suctioning around the ring in a faux kiss. He keeps going until Jeongguk is a sobbing mess, the sounds leaving his mouth one continuous stream of warbled nothings. He pulls back with one last kiss, wiping at his mouth with the back of his hand.
"Where'd you put the lube, baby boy?" he asks, eying Jeongguk's disheveled form.
"Top drawer," Jeongguk croaks, hand gesturing in the direction of his bedside table. Yoongi crawls over to collect the yellow bottle, placing in next to the plug, then begins the arduous task of removing his clothes.
"Take your shirt of, Jeongguk. Then lay down on your back, I want to see your face when I fuck you."
Jeongguk groans, arms lifting to remove his plain white tee, then flops over on his back with spread legs. He's quite the sight, tanned skin flush with arousal, black hair matted to his forehead with sweat, eyes blinking hazily. Down below his cock is hard and leaking on his stomach, legs spread just enough for Yoongi to see the way his asshole gapes emptily, begging to be filled.
"Are you ready, baby boy? Ready for me to fill you up, and fuck you real good?" Yoongi pours a decent amount of lube on his fingers, rubbing it around to warm up the viscous liquid. He teases his lover's entrance with the pads of his fingertips, then slides two digits in, welcoming how the warm flesh opens up so easily for him.
Breath stuttering, Jeongguk nods. "Yes, please, fuck me. Fuck me so good I can't walk tomorrow, Hyung."
Yoongi first slides a third finger in, stretching them out, carefully watching Jeongguk's face for any sign of discomfort. When he sees none, he knows the other is ready and moves his hand away. "Are you gonna cum if I take off the ring? Should I leave it on for a bit? You don't want to cum to early, do you baby?"
"No," he stutters. "Take it off please. Please, Hyung."
"Okay, I got you, I got you." Yoongi strokes one hand up Jeongguk's chest, along his arm, until he can lace their fingers together, pressing their hands into the bed. With the other, he slicks up his dick, lining himself up, and gently starts to push in.
Jeongguk keens, a surprisingly high pitched sound from him, back arched fully off the bed. Yoongi works himself in slowly, small thrusts at a time, until he can feel himself pressed all the way in. He watches Jeongguk take shallow breaths, body slowly adjusting to the stretch.
When he's ready, Jeongguk nods, wet eyes staring desperately into Yoongi's. But first, Yoongi needs to remove the ring, gently rolling it up the other's dick until it's free and discarded next to the plug.
"You okay?" He asks, fingers carding through the midnight black hair plastered to Jeongguk's forehead. At the other's nod, eyes still pleading, Yoongi starts to pull back.
It's slow at first, Yoongi marveling at how tight and warm Jeongguk feels wrapped around him, not wanting to unnecessarily hurt the other. But as Jeongguk warms up, moans becoming louder, the slide becoming more fluid, Yoongi speeds up.
He's grunting with the effort it takes to keep up the motion, watching as pleasure absolutely wreaks Jeongguk, face morphing into all different kinds of expressions. This is is favorite, getting to see Jeongguk overcome with passion, shyness overcome with the primal need to cum.
Jeongguk lifts the hand not pinned to the bed out, and reaches for Yoongi's face, cupping a cheek to drag him down into a kiss. It's messy, the two grunting into each other's mouth and teeth catching on lips, but perfect in it's own way.
When Jeongguk is close, the muscles of his stomach twitch, ass working as a vice around Yoongi's dick. So Yoongi helps him along, wrapping slim fingers firmly around Jeongguk's erection and tugging it along with the rhythm of his thrusts.
"Ohhhhh," Jeongguk whines. "Hyunggg, I'm gonna cum."
"Yeah? Gonna come for me baby boy? Go ahead, Jeongguk. Cum."
And Jeongguk does.
His body twists, held down only by Yoongi's own body, white shooting up to paint a mess along his chest and abdomen. Even once he comes down from the high, Yoongi continues to pound into him, drawing out even louder groans from the overly sensitive man.
It's the tight clench of Jeongguk's asshole around his dick that does Yoongi in, the older man burying himself as deep as he can before shooting is load into the other. Jeongguk moans at the feeling, body still twitching from being so sensitive, and continues to do so when Yoongi pulls out.
Flopping over breathlessly, Yoongi pushes the toys out of the bed and onto the floor, having every intention of taking a small nap before cleaning up. Jeongguk doesn't seem to agree, nudging his shoulder.
"Hey, Hyung. We still need to clean up, I'm a mess right now."
Yoongi groans, "I'm too tired. Nap first, clean up later."
Jeongguk chuckles, "Okay, old man, but you're gonna regret it when you have to peel dried off cum from your dick."
"Punk, who are you calling old." Yoongi shoves at Jeongguk half-heartedly, then pulls him in closer to curl around him. If there's one thing he loves about sharing a bed with the younger, it's that Jeongguk makes for a great body pillow.
"Now, shut up and sleep. I'm tired."
"Yes, Hyung."
Pairing: Suga/Jungkook
Rating: NC-17
Warning: PWP, CEO!Yoongi, college student!Jeongguk, toys, rimming, anal sex, praise kink
Word Count: 2376
Summary: Yoongi loves it when his baby boy follows directions. Sugar Daddy!AU
Author's Note: Filth, absolute filth. I thought this up when I was trying to fall back asleep and couldn't resist. I hope you enjoy! :)
Yoongi groans, tilting his head far enough to the side that a satisfying crack sounds from his neck. It's past eleven, midnight quickly approaching, and Yoongi has just spent the entire day at the company finalizing small details for their newest girl group's upcoming debut. To be honest, it was mostly tedious work, small details that were easy to overlook if one wasn't careful. In other words, boring despite being important. As a result Yoongi can feel how tense his shoulders are, the tension running all the way down his spine in a way most uncomfortable. But that's okay, because he's back at his penthouse and somewhere his baby boy is waiting for him.
He hangs up his coat, toeing off his shoes, and lets his bag fall against the wall with a satisfying thump. The penthouse is dark, even the kitchen lights are off, meaning Jeongguk must be in their bedroom. Yoongi had texted him earlier about being back late, and instructed him not to wait up with dinner. Looks like his boyfriend had listened, causing Yoongi to grin. If Jeongguk followed the first part of his text, then surely he had complied with the rest of his instructions.
His feet pad quietly over hardwood floors, making his way towards the closed bedroom door. A light shines from the crack underneath, which means that Jeongguk is awake despite Yoongi not being able to hear any kind of noise.
When he swings the door open, Yoongi is greeted by the sight of Jeongguk laying down on his stomach on their shared bed. His headphones are on, and his laptop in front of him displaying the new music creation program Yoongi bought him for his composition class. Jeongguk's legs are stretched out behind him, occasionally swinging up into the air restlessly. Every once in a while, when his legs swing particularly far, the younger man's body twitches as a quiet huff of breath escapes his lips.
Yoongi chuckles, approaching his completely unaware lover, sidling up beside the bed. He's careful not to alert the other to his presence, Jeongguk much too focused on his work, until he swings a leg up on the bed. Quickly, Yoongi moves so he's hovering over Jeongguk on all fours, enjoying the way his younger lover flinches in surprise.
"Hyung?" Jeongguk moans, shoulders bunching up when Yoongi kisses the nape of his neck. He reaches up to remove his headphones, craning his head so he can see Yoongi out of the corner of his eye.
"Hey, baby." Yoongi's voice husky, sending a visible shiver down Jeongguk's back. "Working on homework?"
"Yeah, a composition project that's due next week. Thought I'd get a head start while you were still at work." Tilting his head forward, Jeongguk bares more of his neck for Yoongi to caress with wet open mouthed kisses.
"Oh? You've been working hard, Jeongguk-ah?"
Jeongguk whines, "I've only started. Still have a lot more to do before it's anywhere close to being done."
Yoongi smiles, lifting his head away from tan skin. "Have you had dinner yet, baby?"
"Yes, Hyung. I ate right after I got your text saying you'd be late."
"Good, and what about the second part of my text? Did you follow that too?" Yoongi croons, walking two of his fingers down Jeongguk's back, over the thin white tee he's wearing. He follows the curve of the younger man's spine, continuing past the dip of his lower back, and stops just above his tail bone. Through the thin layer of Jeongguk's boxer briefs, it's easy for Yoongi to massage gentle circles in the flesh, greedily taking in the way Jeongguk groans and presses his hips into the bed. "Hmmm? Did you follow all of my directions, baby boy?"
The back of Jeongguk's neck is starting to flush, whether it's from arousal or embarrassment, Yoongi's not sure. Perhaps a combination of both? He does, however, take pleasure in the way his younger lover angles his hips up off the bed, offering himself up.
"Why don't you find out for yourself, Hyung?" Jeongguk teases, sending a smirk over his shoulder.
Yoongi raises a brow at the challenge, both hands coming up to firmly hold onto Jeongguk's hips. His hands stay still, Yoongi staring directly at his younger lover patiently, waiting for Jeongguk to turn away first. It's only after Jeongguk looks away bashfully that Yoongi hooks his fingers in the black underwear, slowly pulling them over the curve of Jeongguk's round ass and down his muscular thighs.
While he's busy untangling the material from Jeongguk's ankles, the younger moves his laptop aside so he can cross his arms in front of himself for better balance. By the time Yoongi throws the material somewhere behind him, Jeongguk has moved his knees further up the mattress, keeping his chest pressed down so his hips are tilted high in the air. His legs have also separated, providing Yoongi with plenty of room to sit between them, full erection dipping down towards the bed but not quite reaching.
For a moment Yoongi is distracted by a piece of silicone wrapped around the base of his boyfriend's flush red dick, a cock ring he definitely didn't ask the other to put on. He traces around it for a moment, savoring Jeongguk's sharp intake of breath, but doesn't say anything. Instead he moves along, barely skimming his fingers along the other's perineum and between his cheeks where the base of a matte black plug is clearly visible.
"Baby boy, you did an excellent job following directions tonight," Yoongi whispers, intentionally making his voice sound gravelly. He prods at the plug experimentally, watching in delight as Jeongguk flinches at the unexpected jostle. "I think you deserve a reward for that, don't you? Do you want a reward for being a good boy, Jeongguk-ah?"
"Yes, Hyung," Jeongguk croaks, face a bright red. "Please reward me, I've been such a good boy."
"Oh, you're so right, baby boy. You've been so good for me, following all my instructions and not letting yourself cum." In a move rather cruel, Yoongi grasps what he can of the plug and twists it suddenly, watching as stretched muscles of Jeongguk's entrance clench dramatically. Jeongguk himself cries out, jerking forward before quickly sliding back into place.
"Hmmm? What do you want, Jeongguk? Should I take the ring off and make you cum? Is that what you want?" Yoongi knows he's teasing, but he can't help it when Jeongguk's responses have his own pants becoming unbearably tight.
Jeongguk shakes his head. "No," he whines, "not yet, Hyung. Don't wanna cum yet."
Yoongi rubs his hand against the younger's left ass cheek, leaning down to kiss a mole on the right. "No? Then what do you want, baby boy?"
"I want your tongue."
Chuckling, Yoongi traces his tongue in various patterns along a tan cheek. "Like this?" He knows exactly what Jeongguk wants, but holds out for his boyfriend to be more specific.
"Noooo." It's drawled out, Jeongguk whimpering into his arms. "I want you to fuck me with your tongue, Hyung. Please."
"Oh, that's what you want, baby boy? My tongue fucking your sweet ass?" Yoongi toys with the plug again, wiggling it in the hopes of loosening Jeongguk's muscles enough to ease the plug out painlessly.
Jeongguk's head nods fervently, hips wiggling enticingly. "Please, Hyung."
"Okay, Hyung will give you want you want, baby. I'm going to take the plug out, okay?" Yoongi asks, fingers ready. When Jeongguk gives him the go ahead, he slowly slips the black silicone out, drinking in the sound of Jeongguk's whine.
The plug is placed next to him on the bed, then he's tracing the puffy pink entrance reverently, sliding one finger in tentatively. When Jeongguk lets out a content sigh, he removes his finger to hold the other's cheeks a part. A broad lick is delivered from perineum up, then back down to trace circles around the ring of muscle.
"Ohhh," Jeongguk moans, head tilting to the side so head is unobstructed by his arms. Yoongi's made it very clear from day one that he never liked it when the younger tried to muffle his sounds.
Yoongi can taste something surprisingly sweet, and immediately deduces that Jeongguk used the mango lube they have (the brat knowing it's Yoongi's favorite). Spurred on with this knowledge, Yoongi tenses his tongue enough to move through the first ring of muscle, licking in a circle along warm walls.
Jeongguk keens above him, hips pressing back against Yoongi's face, trying to get the wet appendage further inside. "More, Hyunggg."
Setting up a brisk pace, Yoongi starts fucking his tongue into Jeongguk's ass, making sure that each thrust has him licking along walls. The sweet yet synthetic taste of lube drives him to move faster, lips suctioning around the ring in a faux kiss. He keeps going until Jeongguk is a sobbing mess, the sounds leaving his mouth one continuous stream of warbled nothings. He pulls back with one last kiss, wiping at his mouth with the back of his hand.
"Where'd you put the lube, baby boy?" he asks, eying Jeongguk's disheveled form.
"Top drawer," Jeongguk croaks, hand gesturing in the direction of his bedside table. Yoongi crawls over to collect the yellow bottle, placing in next to the plug, then begins the arduous task of removing his clothes.
"Take your shirt of, Jeongguk. Then lay down on your back, I want to see your face when I fuck you."
Jeongguk groans, arms lifting to remove his plain white tee, then flops over on his back with spread legs. He's quite the sight, tanned skin flush with arousal, black hair matted to his forehead with sweat, eyes blinking hazily. Down below his cock is hard and leaking on his stomach, legs spread just enough for Yoongi to see the way his asshole gapes emptily, begging to be filled.
"Are you ready, baby boy? Ready for me to fill you up, and fuck you real good?" Yoongi pours a decent amount of lube on his fingers, rubbing it around to warm up the viscous liquid. He teases his lover's entrance with the pads of his fingertips, then slides two digits in, welcoming how the warm flesh opens up so easily for him.
Breath stuttering, Jeongguk nods. "Yes, please, fuck me. Fuck me so good I can't walk tomorrow, Hyung."
Yoongi first slides a third finger in, stretching them out, carefully watching Jeongguk's face for any sign of discomfort. When he sees none, he knows the other is ready and moves his hand away. "Are you gonna cum if I take off the ring? Should I leave it on for a bit? You don't want to cum to early, do you baby?"
"No," he stutters. "Take it off please. Please, Hyung."
"Okay, I got you, I got you." Yoongi strokes one hand up Jeongguk's chest, along his arm, until he can lace their fingers together, pressing their hands into the bed. With the other, he slicks up his dick, lining himself up, and gently starts to push in.
Jeongguk keens, a surprisingly high pitched sound from him, back arched fully off the bed. Yoongi works himself in slowly, small thrusts at a time, until he can feel himself pressed all the way in. He watches Jeongguk take shallow breaths, body slowly adjusting to the stretch.
When he's ready, Jeongguk nods, wet eyes staring desperately into Yoongi's. But first, Yoongi needs to remove the ring, gently rolling it up the other's dick until it's free and discarded next to the plug.
"You okay?" He asks, fingers carding through the midnight black hair plastered to Jeongguk's forehead. At the other's nod, eyes still pleading, Yoongi starts to pull back.
It's slow at first, Yoongi marveling at how tight and warm Jeongguk feels wrapped around him, not wanting to unnecessarily hurt the other. But as Jeongguk warms up, moans becoming louder, the slide becoming more fluid, Yoongi speeds up.
He's grunting with the effort it takes to keep up the motion, watching as pleasure absolutely wreaks Jeongguk, face morphing into all different kinds of expressions. This is is favorite, getting to see Jeongguk overcome with passion, shyness overcome with the primal need to cum.
Jeongguk lifts the hand not pinned to the bed out, and reaches for Yoongi's face, cupping a cheek to drag him down into a kiss. It's messy, the two grunting into each other's mouth and teeth catching on lips, but perfect in it's own way.
When Jeongguk is close, the muscles of his stomach twitch, ass working as a vice around Yoongi's dick. So Yoongi helps him along, wrapping slim fingers firmly around Jeongguk's erection and tugging it along with the rhythm of his thrusts.
"Ohhhhh," Jeongguk whines. "Hyunggg, I'm gonna cum."
"Yeah? Gonna come for me baby boy? Go ahead, Jeongguk. Cum."
And Jeongguk does.
His body twists, held down only by Yoongi's own body, white shooting up to paint a mess along his chest and abdomen. Even once he comes down from the high, Yoongi continues to pound into him, drawing out even louder groans from the overly sensitive man.
It's the tight clench of Jeongguk's asshole around his dick that does Yoongi in, the older man burying himself as deep as he can before shooting is load into the other. Jeongguk moans at the feeling, body still twitching from being so sensitive, and continues to do so when Yoongi pulls out.
Flopping over breathlessly, Yoongi pushes the toys out of the bed and onto the floor, having every intention of taking a small nap before cleaning up. Jeongguk doesn't seem to agree, nudging his shoulder.
"Hey, Hyung. We still need to clean up, I'm a mess right now."
Yoongi groans, "I'm too tired. Nap first, clean up later."
Jeongguk chuckles, "Okay, old man, but you're gonna regret it when you have to peel dried off cum from your dick."
"Punk, who are you calling old." Yoongi shoves at Jeongguk half-heartedly, then pulls him in closer to curl around him. If there's one thing he loves about sharing a bed with the younger, it's that Jeongguk makes for a great body pillow.
"Now, shut up and sleep. I'm tired."
"Yes, Hyung."