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Taehyung x Namjoon: Accessory

WARNING: Mature Content (BDSM)

The thin leather band felt foreign on his throat, held fast low around his neck. The metal coin embedded on the material bounced with every gulp he took, constantly reminding him what he had to put on. The cold of the metal clasp behind his nape bit into the skin at first, before it shared the same warmth as his. The stylist-noona who had put it on him gushed about how it complimented well with his wardrobe choice tonight, adding a sort of edge to the soft look she was going for.

The choker had indeed drawn attention to him, comments and compliments from the crew pulling him into further embarrassment. Namjoon thanked them, because they deserved it for their nice thoughts. But he also cursed the thing for being the butt of his members teasing, saying how "adorable" it looked on him.

Namjoon was about to tell them all to screw off and leave him alone. That is, until, well...

"I think it looks really good on you hyung!" Taehyung had said, sparkles in his eyes.

To most, especially the other members, it was just sweet, innocent Taehyung being cute towards their leader again. To Namjoon though it held a much deeper meaning.

When Taehyung flashed him his bright, mischievous grin, it felt wicked, ominous and downright flirty. When Namjoon saw his eyes glinting, they were dark and heady, fluttering from the choker and down. For the two of them, it meant something less innocent, and more dirty.

It was a promise of what was to come that very night.

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Fingers fiddled behind his neck, feeling the leathery item gently but not rough enough to choke him.

(That was two nights ago, when he was pushed down onto the mattress, a pair of hands firm around his throat, tightening with every thrust and push and coo but Namjoon wanted to scream himself raw until he-)

The other members are asleep, the rocking van they rented as transport for their tour destination here lulling them to sleep. The fingers glided away from the choker, easing themselves around his exposed collarbones. They fluttered and stroked softly, leaving trails of goosebumps that made Namjoon shiver.

(He wanted so badly to touch back and hold and grab onto him but Namjoon's hands were held afast and away, the clinking of metal cuffs ringing in the room as he pushed deep and deep and deeper-)

"What are you thinking about hyung?"

Namjoon blushed a light pink; looked out of the best window and towards the darkening blue sky.

"Things." He answered. There was a hand on the inside of Namjoon's thigh.

"Eh? What sort of things?"

The hand reached out closer to the core.

"A song."

"What kind of song?"

There was a steady, glowing warmth in his belly and a strain to his already tight leather pants forming.

"Something like screamo. Loud. Emotional."

The hand held firmly onto the strain, not to hurt him, not really. Just enough to make him squirm.

(That was all he could do when Namjoon only took, took and took while all he did was give, give, give and-)

"You want it badly hyung?" There's his thumb again, pressing itself at the very tip and just- "Do you want it now?"

The choked 'yes' scrambled itself past his voicebox, Namjoon almost couldn't catch it.