(Not) Your Baby

All night long

There were so many emotions. 

He was angry, frustrated, desperate and the guy in front of him, almost 6'5" constantly kept that smug look on his face. 
The cheers were drowned out behind him with his brain registering only one voice— Namjoon's. 

"What happened, Agust? Too much for ya?" 

It was as if no one registered what happened next. Sound of a loud crunch and a 'thud', his opponent was on ground, unmoving. The refree hit the ground 10 times and then blew the whistle loudly. 
The audience erupted in loudest of screams of victory, screaming, shouting, whooping and whistling. 

Yoongi's eyes suddenly met Namjoon's and he smirked, his tongue out to lick his lower lip as the younger gave him one last look and headed out, from the back doors that led to the alleyway. 
Yoongi knew that the younger would be waiting from him. Afterall, he promised. 

"And what if I win?" Namjoon looked over from his side of the bed. Yoongi was lying in the sweaty afterglow, hair plastered on his forehead due to all their strenuous activities. 

Namjoon chuckled. 

Yoongi hadn't won in the past matches last month and even last night Namjoon defeated him. 
The younger leaned over him, his fingers trailing down to Yoongi's nipple to elicite a faint gasp. "I'll let you have me." Namjoon leaned over his chest and pressed a wet kiss. "However you want." 

And Yoongi damn well had the idea how he wanted his dongsaeng. 

"Took you long enough," Namjoon said, taking a long puff of smoke from the cigarette as he leaned his back against the wall. 
Although small, Yoongi had no problem caging Namjoon and taking the death stick to have a long smoke. He drew his face closer and slowly blew the smoke on his dongsaeng's face. "Made you wait, baby boy?" 

"Not your baby," Namjoon growled out but Yoongi immediately smashed their lips, finding his small temper adorable. 

They started this; hooking up, as a bet but then it progressed into somewhat of a regular thing. Namjoon was the one who always topped and Yoongi, knowing that both needed something to spice it up suggested to top him. However, Namjoon turned him down, saying he didn't have good experience bottoming. The past 8 months Yoongi made everything to make him comfortable and atlast Namjoon relented only on one condition. 

"I'll win and I'll give to you so fucking well that you'll beg for it, like the slut you are."

"Doubt that, hyung."

Namjoon bit down on his hyung's lips hard when he felt his smug smile. Hands around Yoongi's waist tightened as he stood up to tower over his hyung, trying to take the lead. 
Yoongi sighed internally. 

Such a brat, baby.

Within a few seconds, he pinned Namjoon's hands against the wall and pressed him flush against the wall. And surprisingly, Namjoon wasn't surprised. They didn't fuck for weeks and from what he'd heard, Yoongi hadn't masturbated either. The frustration and excitement from the whole month was put into effect now. 

"Let's get back home, Joon-ah," Yoongi panted against his lips, voice raspy and low, sending shivers down Namjoon's smile. He could do nothing but nod, his legs starting to feel weak as he leaned back at the wall. 

XXX

As soon as the door closed Namjoon was shoved against the wall and Yoongi crowded upto him, sucking bruises on his neck, roughly.
The younger boxer let out a shaky moan as Yoongi started going lower. His hoodie was abandoned back in the cab. And now, impatient, Yoongi tore off Namjoon's tank top in one go.