I look like I was crying but in reality it's makeup
hi i dont have an excuse as to why i didnt do this, except i got in a car accident after posting that chapter. I'm okay, but i dont have an excuse for not writing this
also thank for 1.8k!!
i have nail glue all over my hands :^
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revised 6-7-19
"Ah, Little Joonie. You need to be put back in your place, darling."
Namjoon looked up at Hoseok. He looked great, of course, but he just look like he was in a bad mood.
Hoseok walked to his closet, and rummaged through a box, before walking back. He was holding a string of beads, a ring of some sort, a bottle of lube and something that looked similar to a whip, but had multiple leather straps.
Gaping at the things in Hoseok's hands, he looked at the older males face, "W.. Seokie?"
"Strip, then on the bed. Hands and knees. Now." Hoseok said lowly, and Namjoon was too scared to disobey, so he quickly took his clothes off, and turned around and propped himself on his hands and knees.
"If you make one move, your punishment will be worse."
Namjoon nodded, and took a couple deep breaths.
Hoseok set down the flogger, and reached between the youngest legs, and slipped the cock ring on.
Flinching, Namjoon looked back at Hoseok with a curious gaze.
"Cock ring." He said, as if it was self-explanatory. Seeing the still confused look on Namjoon's face, he explained. "Prevents ejactluation. Then he held up the string of beads. "Anal beads."
Namjoon still wasn't quite sure what a cock ring was, but he knew what anal beads were. 8 beads, getting larger the farther down you went. He never used them, but knew what they were.
Slowly, he turned back to his original position.
Hoseok grabbed the bottle of lube, and poured a little on the first few beads, then on his fingers.
"You're lucky I'm prepping you, Namjoon."
His voice was dark, and it made Namjoon shiver. When he slipped his first finger into the small ring of muscle, he moaned.
"Ngh.. s-Seokie..."
Hoseok dropped the beads on the bed, by the flogger, and curled his free hand into Namjoons hair, and pulled him up so his back arched.
"My name right now is not Seokie, brat."
Namjoon remembered, faintly, their first time together, and closed his eyes, letting out a quiet, "Sir."
"What was that, hm?"
"S-Sir.."
"Good, brat."
Namjoon gasped, squeaking as he felt a second finger slip into him, and Hoseok moved his fingers faster.
"Mmph.. Sir..."
"What? You want more?" Hoseok asked, kissing the back of his neck, and pressing his fingers into his prostate.
Namjoon nearly screamed, his eyes rolling back into his head, moaning lowly, "Y-yes.. more.." he begged.
Hoseok suddenly pulled his fingers out, and wiped the access lube on the younger mans thigh. He pushed Namjoon back down to rest on his hands and knees, and grabbed the beads.
