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"Y-Yoongi-" He whined then, rutting desperately against the soft sheets of his own bed. A louder cry was pulled from his throat as the man above him raised a hand to smack the exposed flesh of his backside.
"That's not my name." A gruff, amused voice replied back, Seokjin's ears barely picking up the hushed reply. His face and chest were already flushed with red, the tips of his ears burning. Under normal circumstances, they would've found relief in a brief, rushed meeting in one of the backrooms at the company, but Yoongi had, surprisingly, dragged the older man back to their apartment while the others stayed behind.
All Seokjin could process at the moment was that he was currently pressed against his bed, wrists secured above his head, his pants and boxers long gone. His ass burnt but Yoongi had been rougher with him before.