Suga Baby •Sope•

Four

“I’m sorry what?” Hoseok choked.

“I want to be your toy. Your sub to be more accurate.” Yoongi was relieved his voice had regained some of it’s former composure.

The worst was over, now it was entirely up to Hoseok if he wanted to take him up on his offer. Once he got over being flabbergasted at least.

“You know what a sub is?” He asked, forcing Hoseok to reengage in the conversation.

“Ah, a submissive? Is that right?” His utter shock seemed to have given way to disbelief, like he was expecting him to laugh and declare the whole thing an off colour joke.

“Yes. Do you know what that entails? How much do you know about the kink community?” He sipped his scotch again, eyeing Hoseok over the  rim of his glass.

“Look, Mr Min,” He winced at the words, oh that didn’t bode well.

“I’ve never even been err... intimate with a man, let alone ...whatever it is you’re proposing.” 

“Of course. I suppose I jumped the gun a little.” He set the glass down again, his lips twisting in self-derision.

“I think this might be a little bit too much for me.” Hoseok said politely and Yoongi quietly panicked.

“How about we treat this like any other interview? I’ll explain what the position entails and then we can negotiate terms.” He suggested quickly, hoping to distract him with professionalism.

He sat tight lipped and silent, eyeing him uncomfortably but when he made no move to leave, Yoongi pressed on.

“My career is very demanding, it entails a great deal of responsibility. My decisions can and do affect the lives of my employers, employees and colleagues, I am constantly aware that a misstep on my part can have far reaching consequences. So I find handing over control in my personal life very appealing. It’s a stress reliever for me, much the same way someone would get a massage or play golf. That’s where you come in. I want you to be the one in control.” He tried to make it sound as normal as possible.

“Yeah, ok, I get that. But this is still a sex thing. You want me to control you during sex.” That directness he had admired earlier that week was now biting him on the ass.

“Yes, I very much want you to do that.” He admitted, his voice roughening at just the idea of it.

“But I’m not gay. I’m not against it or anything, my brother’s gay. But I’ve never.” He blurted.

Yoongi smirked. Straight people always felt the need to justify that statement by listing all the gays they knew.

“Technically I’m not gay either, I’m bisexual. Although I’ll admit I prefer men, but that’s probably because they’re more likely to dominant.” He shrugged. “Attraction is nice, but I think we can all agree hook up culture has made it unnecessary. Pleasure is pleasure and men especially are physically responsive to stimuli.” He knew he sounded dry an analytical, but he was reluctant to show Hoseok just how much he wanted the man to want him back.

“I’d settle for heteroflexible with an open mind?” He coaxed.

“Maybe if this was just a regular sugar daddy thing, but I don’t get off on hurting people.” He sounded deliciously firm, giving Yoongi a small taste of what he might be like when he became commanding.

“Fair enough, that’s negotiable. Control doesn’t have to equal pain.” He compromised.  “What about bondage? Would you be willing to restrain me?”

“I haven’t even said I’d be willing to fuck you yet.” He snapped impatiently and Yoongi shivered.

“You seem hung up on whether or not I could satisfy you sexually.” He licked his lips a little. “Perhaps we should settle the matter before proceeding any further?”

“Yeah I’m not sure-“ Hoseok began but Yoongi had already slipped from his seat and was standing before him.

Maintaining eye contact he sank down to his knees before him. He considered kissing him, he desperately wanted to, but that act might have been too intimate. Instead he slid his palms up from his knees to his inner thighs, feeling the well developed muscles beneath the fabric of his trousers. Hoseok’s face remained neutral, neither permissive nor denying, as he allowed Yoongi to pry his legs apart. His very impassivity, the idea that his approval, his pleasure must be earned was exciting, even if he hadn’t done it deliberately.

He crept his hands up further, closer to his groin and swallowed as Hoseok’s expression didn’t change, his eyes merely following his actions.

He licked his lips. “May I?”

“May you what?” His eyes narrowed as he looked down at him.

He was going to make him say it. Yoongi felt heat rush up his cheeks as he squirmed a little, uncomfortable, even as he felt his arousal curl low in his abdomen.

He licked his lips again, finding it hard to meet that steady gaze as he said quietly, “Please may I suck your cock, sir?”

A/N Every time I read this I picture this 👇