Namjoon knocked on the door after nearly thirteen minutes had passed.

He had started to feel uneasy at the amount of time going by, since he didn't think it would take this long to remove a plug and get changed, but he also had no experience with plugs himself so, maybe it did.

"Hey, Yoongi?" He called, knocking again. "Everything...good?"

There were some shuffling sounds, a cute little "oof!" and then Yoongi called out; "Yeah!"

With a chuckle, Namjoon opened the door. "You had me worried, baby."

"Did you think I was escaping?" Yoongi rolled his eyes.

"No, you're my good boy," Namjoon winked, and Yoongi's face flushed.

Namjoon yawned, walking around the side of the bed, and Yoongi backed up, as if giving him space. Namjoon couldn't blame him, he was a poor little victim who could easily be overpowered at any moment by Namjoon, and he probably just wanted to be free of any ropes or tape for a while.

"Since you're being so good for me tonight, we can try having you free." Namjoon bribed. "I'll have to tie you up for the night because that's too much time of you being unsupervised, but in the morning I would untie you again, if you keep being good for me."

He felt that was fair, but Yoongi huffed, blowing the hair out of his eyes as Namjoon sat on the bed.

"This is my house." Yoongi whined, like he was a little kid who didn't want to share a toy.

"It's our house while I'm here." Namjoon chuckled, knowing full well he was being an asshole. It was a little bit of a power trip having all this for himself- the house, Yoongi- with no one being able to stop him.

Plus it was so cute the way just the slightest thing could get Yoongi to blush.

Maybe if Namjoon wasn't sweating arrogance out of every pore, he would have noticed how the room had changed in those thirteen minutes, and would have been better prepared.

There were more clothes strewn around the floor now, especially by the corners of the bed, and Yoongi was a little on edge, arm wrapped around himself while his other hand was raised to his mouth, nervously biting his nails. He had moved to the other side of the bed, opposite of Namjoon, and was hovering up by the headboard.

But the criminal felt nothing could go wrong for him- and that was when everything went wrong for him.

He stepped on a small mound of clothes by the bed and felt something solid and hard under the pile of shirts and socks.

There was the sound of a button being pressed, and then something hard and cold clamped around his ankle.

With a shout of surprise, Namjoon fell onto the bed, laying on his back, and that was when Yoongi struck.

He grabbed the chain that he had attached to the headboard and scrambled onto the bed, grabbing Namjoon's wrist and locking the chain around it.

Namjoon shoved him off easily, but it was too late- the chains would only come off with a key.

"What the fuck!" Namjoon stared in shock, grabbing the metal and pulling as hard as he could to try and rip it open.

Yoongi scurried back, equally shocked that that had actually worked.

He watched as the criminal raised his chained leg, seeing he was trapped there too.

He grinned after a few moments, seeing the handsome asshole thrash around on the bed, but despite all his strength, he wasn't stronger than the chains, and he was stuck.

Tied down like how he had kept Yoongi for days now.

"This is the most expensive bondage set I own." Yoongi said, calmly walking over after it was clear Namjoon couldn't escape. "It's pure steel, baby, so unless you're the Hulk, there's no getting out of them, unless they're unlocked with a key."

He pulled said key out of his pocket, holding it up for Namjoon to see.

"What the hell is this?" Namjoon demanded, struggling.

Yoongi walked back to the corner of the bed, where he brushed away the clothes he had piled there to reveal a small, round pressure plate.

"You stepped on this, which triggered the chain I hid under the bed to snap out and lock around your leg." He explained. "It's for when people who like bondage don't want to put in a lot of work tying themselves up. Just push the button and boom- one limb is entirely restrained."

Namjoon growled, still trying to get free, and Yoongi watched with a pleased smirk.

"So what, you going to call the cops now?" Namjoon finally gave up, getting comfortable on the bed. "Turn me in and get your house back all to yourself just like you wanted?"

Yoongi chuckled, climbing over the handsome criminal.

"Of course not," he purred, rubbing their noses together. "I'm your good boy, Joonie."

Namjoon frowned slightly, not believing the smaller boy, but when Yoongi just straddled him instead of booking it outside to alert a neighbor, he relaxed a little bit.

"Okay...so do you want some karma? Are you going to keep me tied up for a few days and then let me go and we never speak of this to anyone and never see each other again?" Namjoon asked, cocking his head slightly.

Yoongi giggled again. "No, I don't want that."

"Then what do you want?" Namjoon raised an eyebrow.

Instead of answering verbally, Yoongi reached down and grabbed the taller boys cock through his pants.

"This." Yoongi purred again, massaging the soft dick through the fabric.

Namjoon moved his hips, trying to get away from the gentle hand, but wherever he went with his limited movement, Yoongi followed, not easing up with his strokes and touches.

Namjoon huffed, slamming his head back against the pillow. "I knew you were gay."

"You're bi curious." Yoongi said, shamelessly fondling the boys cock. "I can tell. So here's my offer; you let me ride you, and I promise I'll let you go after. I won't call the cops after you leave, I won't tell anybody you were even here. Otherwise I can just call the cops right now and tell them the whole story."

Namjoon debated it. "How can I trust you'll unchain me afterwards?"

"How can I trust you won't attack me and tie me up again after I do unchain you?" Yoongi tilted his head to the side cutely.

Fair. They both knew Namjoon would always win in a fight against Yoongi, so he always had that advantage. Yoongi only had this one, and he was promising to let Namjoon out of it just for some dick?

"That plug must have kept you horny as all hell if you would really let an intruder just leave if he fucks you." Namjoon commented.

"No, you being gay around me with your hot body and those sinful dimples kept me horny." Yoongi replied, his warm hand still grabbing the boys cock. "And you're not fucking me, I'm riding you. There's a difference."

Namjoon debated it some more. It was obvious he couldn't get free, so he needed that key. The only way he would get that key is if Yoongi unlocked him after they fucked, or by a police officer cutting through the chain. And though Namjoon wasn't gay, it was true he wasn't opposed to it, and Yoongi was so pretty and soft and cute, that Namjoon didn't see why not to let the little guy ride his cock.

And the constant touches to his dick were distracting him and making up his mind for him.

"Fine." He said, settling back comfortably. "You can ride me, and then you let me go and we both part ways and never see each other again."

Yoongi nodded. "Deal."

Sure, there was the chance that Yoongi could just not keep his word and call the cops anyways, or keep Namjoon chained there forever, but the criminal didn't believe that would happen.

After all, Yoongi was his good boy.

Yoongi eagerly climbed off the bed, fetching some lube.

Namjoon watched him pull off his own pants and boxers, and then worked down Namjoon's, letting the half hard cock spring free.

Yoongi's eyes widened at the size, which was a few inches larger than he had expected, but he diligently went to work anyways, since this was his prize after all he had been through.

He grabbed the base with one hand, turning his fist quickly left and right, while his other hand reached around to the front to stroke the length from base to tip with the pad of his finger. His mouth encased the handsome criminal's tip, his tongue quickly going to work kitten licking it.

Namjoon moaned, all the fight leaving him as his cock hardened immediately. "Shit- you really know what you're doing."

Yoongi beamed at the praise, sinking down to take Namjoon fully into his mouth.

The tip hit the back of his throat and he gagged, before calming himself and slowly working more and more in, until Namjoon's own eyes were wide.

"Fuck- Yoongi-" He groaned in pleasure, bucking his hips up and grinding them against Yoongi's pouty plump lips. "Fuck- my good kitten."

If Yoongi had a tail, it would be lazily swaying at the compliment.

Yoongi held his breath and pulled off a few inches, before taking Namjoon deeply again.

He did that until his lungs burned for air and he pulled off fully, a wet pop being obscenely loud in the room.

Yoongi kept his hand on the boys base and splayed his fingers out, placing his palm on the boys tip as he circled his hand. "Gay yet?"

Namjoon laughed, hips rising off the mattress with every circle Yoongi's palm completed on his sensitive tip. "At least halfway by now."

"Good." Yoongi purred, releasing him to grab the lube.

He squirted some on his hand and reached back to prep himself. The plug had kept him stretched for a while, but Namjoon was ungodly huge, and Yoongi wanted to be safe.

"Turn around," Namjoon ordered. "Wanna see."

Yoongi complied, turning around so his ass was in view for Namjoon to see. He reached both hands back, using one to keep a cheek pulled back while his other shoved three fingers into his hole.

Yoongi moaned at the stimulation, resting his cheek on the bed covers, trying not to drool. "Fuck, Joon, you're gunna feel so good inside of me."

Namjoon growled, pulling at his restraints again for a different reason this time. He wanted to grab Yoongi and slam the petite boy onto his aching cock, but could only watch instead as Yoongi fucked himself with his fingers.

He did have one arm free, though, and he reached it out to grab Yoongi's other cheek, pulling it back so the boys hole was entirely exposed now, making it easier for Yoongi's fingers to work, while giving Namjoon a better view as well.

Namjoon had never watched gay porn before, but he felt like he had a front row seat to it now as Yoongi moaned and panted, pushing his fingers further in, and then adding the fourth.

Maybe he was a little gay, because the sight only turned him on more.

Finally Yoongi pulled his fingers out, and turned back around, licking his lips as he eyed Namjoon's cock.

Namjoon laughed at the sight, somehow finding it cute.

Yoongi straddled him again, raising himself up a little as he grabbed Namjoon's cock, lining it up with his lubed and stretched hole.

They both moaned shamelessly as Yoongi slowly sunk himself down onto Namjoon, the thick cock stretching Yoongi so wide and filling him so well.

"Fuck," Yoongi fell forward onto Namjoon chest, catching his breath at the fullness.

Namjoon reached his free arm out and brushed Yoongi's hair out of his face. He cooed.

"Come on kitten, you can take it." He encouraged, feeling the way Yoongi's walls clenched around him. "You're my good little kitten, aren't you?"

Yoongi struggled to sit back up and nodded. "'m Joon's good kitten."

Namjoon praised him, getting off way more by this than he ever had by anything else before.

He didn't know if this made him bisexual or pansexual, but he was definitely Yoongisexual.

Yoongi took a few moments to adjust, wiggling cutely on Namjoon's cock, and then he braced his palms on the criminal's abs. He lifted himself up slowly and sank back down, moaning when gravity forced his prostate to slam down right on Namjoon's tip.

"Fuck," Namjoon twisted in his restraints, wanting to be free so he could flip them both over and fuck the cute bondage enthusiast at a spinebreaking pace. "Faster, kitten."

Yoongi obeyed, lifting himself up higher and fell back down, hurrying to do it again and again.

They were both panting now, Yoongi's hands gripping Namjoon's sides, and Namjoon's free hand digging into Yoongi's hip, helping him.

Yoongi could feel himself nearing his climax, but he was also nearing his limit. His thighs ached and he was running out of breath. He blearily opened his eyes, seeing a sweaty Namjoon absorbed in the pleasure as he groaned and flexed beneath Yoongi, thrusting his hips up to help them both out.

Yoongi moaned, nearly falling forward again. "J-Joon..."

"Come for me, kitten." Namjoon encouraged, grabbing Yoongi's cock.

Yoongi gasped, suddenly fully alert again. "Ah!"

Namjoon pumped the boys dick, simultaneously thrusting his hips up to snap his cock into Yoongi's hole.

Yoongi trembled, head tossed back. "Fuck- Joonie- gunna c-come-!"

"Do it," Namjoon didn't let up. "Come for me, my good boy."

The pet name was the final shove, and Yoongi wailed, small body spasming from the force of his powerful orgasm. The accumulation of his time in bondage- finally against his will this time, the plug, all of Namjoon's flirting and his asshole smirk with those to die for dimples crashed through Yoongi and the boy collapsed, falling on Namjoon.

Namjoon groaned at the pleasure of Yoongi clenching up so tightly around him, his fingers tightening on the boys hip. "Yoongi...fuck."

His own orgasm grew, spurred on by Yoongi contracting sporadically around him, and he came as well with a low moan, still thrusting up into Yoongi as he climaxed.

Yoongi mewled something incoherent, ready to pass out then and there.

Namjoon remembered the boy putting the key in his pants pocket and he leaned over the edge of the bed as much as he could with the chains and Yoongi's weight on him.

His fingertips grazed the denim and he grunted, trying to shove aside his overstimulation aside so he could focus.

He grabbed for it again and this time he succeeded. He dug his fingers into the pocket and finally pulled out the small gold key.

Yoongi stayed laying on top of him, exhausted, as Namjoon unlocked his wrist from the chain.

He sat up, cradling Yoongi with one arm as he unlocked his ankle too.

The sound of the heavy chain falling to the ground made Yoongi stir, blinking his sleepy eyes open.

Namjoon picked the boy up easily, carrying him to the bathroom.

After pulling Yoongi off him and wiping them both off with a wet towel, Yoongi grew more coherent.

He blinked as Namjoon carried him back to the bed and set him onto it.

Yoongi knew he was at a disadvantage now, that he couldn't fight off Namjoon, and he waited for the criminal to grab the ropes and tie him up again.

So when Namjoon just grabbed Yoongi's pajamas, helping him change into them, he was confused.

"What are you doing?" He asked as he watched Namjoon change into sleepwear as well.

Namjoon snorted as he shut the lights off and climbed into the bed beside Yoongi. He pulled the covers over them both. "Is this a trick question? What does it look like I'm doing?"

Yoongi was still confused.

Namjoon sighed and threw a strong arm over Yoongi, pulling him against the criminal.

"I'm not going to tie you up anymore, kitten." He murmured in Yoongi's ear, his voice deep. "Well, not unless you want me to."

Yoongi rolled over, curling up against Namjoon's warm body.

He wiggled a little so he could reach the boys cheek and press a kiss there.

"I want you to." He whispered.

Namjoon chuckled.

"In the morning then, kitten."

Butterflies erupted in Yoongi's stomach at that and he giggled softly, nuzzling against Namjoon as he slowly faded off into sleep while Namjoon kissed his hair softly.

"Always my good boy, kitten."

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and they lived gayly ever after uwu