Namjoon might be able to physically

Namjoon might be able to physically dominate Seokjin, but he never seems to be able to get Seokjin as beautifully pliant and submissive as Yoongi can.

 

He kind of doesn’t know what to make of their relationship except that it works. It didn’t start as any two of them. It was just – they just all worked together, that was all. He twists on the hotel bed to look over at his two boyfriends. Seokjin is in the center on his stomach, white sheets hanging just below the dip of his waist and precariously at his hips. Yoongi is on his other side, fingers drumming down Seokjin’s spine and grinning lazily.

 

He doesn’t know what drives him, but he flings his leg over Seokjin’s hips, dragging the sheets down completely and putting all of his weight on Seokjin. He’s lying completely on top of him and he’s really the only one who can because he’s big enough. (Not that anyone but him or Yoongi will really lie on top of Seokjin.) He reaches down so he can guide himself back into Seokjin and Seokjin gasps, fingers tangling into the sheets below them as Namjoon lets his weight do the work. He glances at Yoongi and Yoongi looks amused but just calmly watches.

 

Seokjin’s already fucked open, taken by both Namjoon and Yoongi already just minutes ago, but he’s still tight around Namjoon and Namjoon bites into his shoulder. “Are you tightening up for him, princess?” Yoongi chuckles, and Namjoon groans as Seokjin’s walls clamp around him even tighter, all velvet heat and he reaches up to lace his fingers through Seokjin’s. He can’t move that well in this position, just lying on top of Seokjin, so he settles for just rotating his hips and Seokjin mewls below him with his body pulled tight.

 

Namjoon can’t take much more of Seokjin’s wriggling so he slams his knees to his sides and just pulls Seokjin onto his knees. He’s strong enough to do it without a fuss – he’s taller, broader, stronger. (He conveniently ignores that being smaller than doesn't actually Seokjin equal being weaker, because pretty much everyone is stronger than Seokjin. Except maybe Hoseok.) But Yoongi, no matter how much stronger he is than Seokjin, has limits. Yoongi can’t lift Seokjin up to the walls and start fucking him, or just hold him up with Seokjin’s legs around his waist and stand.

 

But even now, as he slams into Seokjin, fingers digging bruises into a narrow waist that dips from broad shoulders, he sees Yoongi’s hands, paler than Seokjin, dancing across Seokjin's back and making him arch his back up to his fingers. Yoongi just – Yoongi’s hands just make Seokjin melt, and Namjoon kind of wishes he has that.

 

The thought deflates him and he stops, which tugs a whine from Seokjin’s throat. Yoongi frowns, eyebrow raised as he slides his attention from Seokjin to Namjoon. “Something wrong?” Namjoon shakes his head, leaning forward to rest his chin on Seokjin’s shoulder and wrap his warms around his waist. He can hear Yoongi's frown in his voice when he asks, “Namjoon, what’s wrong?”

 

“Nothing,” Namjoon mumbles, twisting and sliding out and off of Seokjin. Seokjin looks bewildered and he scrambles up onto his knees, eyes wide. “I need a smoke.”

 

Seokjin catches his arm as he pulls his pants on. “Namjoon, what’s going on? Did I – Did I not feel good enough? I can do better, if you want.”

 

“It’s not you, hyung,” Namjoon mutters, pulling his shirt over himself and bolting out before either Seokjin or Yoongi can grab him. He ignores Seokjin’s confused call and Yoongi’s frustrated one and sleeps in his actual hotel room that night.

 

The next morning, Yoongi’s waiting for him, his arms crossed, lips pressed into a thin line, and feet tapping rapidly on the floor. He glares sharply at Namjoon. He looks pissed, and Namjoon doesn’t blame him.

 

“I hope you’re happy with Seokjin crying the entire night because he thought he did something wrong,” Yoongi hisses at him. Namjoon winces at the venom dripping in his voice. “He just went to sleep. What the hell was wrong last night?” His voice softens and worry replaces the annoyance in his eyes. “What was wrong last night? Did something happen?”

 

Namjoon shuffles his feet. “…Can we talk about it later?”

 

--

 

He has to deal with Seokjin avoiding him and Yoongi glaring at him the entire day. Seokjin looks miserable, and Namjoonfeels miserable. But they at least don’t give him blatant grief about it, so Namjoon just slinks around. Hoseok tries to figure out what’s going on but gives up when Namjoon gives him nothing after a while.

 

Nonetheless, night comes, and Yoongi grabs him before he can run away. “It’s later now,” Yoongi snaps. “You’re not running off into Jimin’s room again.”

 

“It’s my room, too,” Namjoon mumbles, but Yoongi narrows his eyes and he comes along. Seokjin looks surprised to see Namjoon but he scrambles off the bed, grabbing plates of room service. Namjoon notices it’s the stuff he likes and he feels even guiltier. “Hey, hyung.”

 

Seokjin pulls one of the chairs

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