Suga Baby •Sope•

Eight

Hoseok made an effort to still the leg he had been inadvertently jigging up and down. He hated that he seemed to be the only one who was nervous as they sat in Yoongi's sitting room again going over the employment contract. Wasn't he supposed to be the one in control? Of course Yoongi would actually be his boss, so maybe not. He couldn't quite wrap his head around their dynamic yet and it unsettled him.

To be honest, he was very unsure of himself and his ability to assert his dominance over someone as coolly collected as Min. The man radiated an aura of wealth, power and confidence; he was older than him and far more experienced both sexually and just in general. While he had been the dominant, but not A Dominant, party in his past relationships, they had all been with small, feminine women and, perhaps more importantly, the dynamic had grown organically between them. This felt like being pushed out of an airplane with no parachute and being expected to fly.

His leg started bopping again.

Yoongi paused in his perusal of the documents in hand and shot a pointed look to his legs. Hoseok stilled it's movements immediately.

"You ok?"
Hoseok jerked his head a little, turning his concentration back to his copy.

Hoseok agrees to maintain his appearance and health to the best of his ability, including but not limited to keeping clean shaven, weekly manicures, monthly beauty treatments and hair removal-
Oh whoa now.

"Hair removal? Like waxing?"

"Yes. I'm going to be expected to do various intimate things to your body and I'm not a fan of pubic hair in my throat." He answered dryly.

Hoseok blushed. "Oh, ok."

The contract went on to cover various responsibilities on both their parts. Hoseok would be available two nights during the week to be agreed upon the previous week and either Friday or Saturday night. He would accompany Yoongi to functions, either business or personal, if requested. If Yoongi request that he work outside the allotted hours, he had the option to refuse but would be paid double time should he accept. He would drive to events if required and must maintain a valid license. Yoongi would provide a line of credit to Hoseok to cover any expenses he might occur, such as the aforementioned beauty treatments, toy purchases, event appropriate clothing or gym membership. He would also be given keys and codes to Yoongi's residence. It was, well not exactly standard but practical. He was also to submit to physicals and sexual health checks every three months.

There wasn't any mention though of exactly what Hoseok would be expected to do in those sessions. There was no mention of limits, hard or soft, safe words or even basic safety like condom use. And there sure as shit wasn't any instructions on how to be the man Min expected him to be.

"Hey." Yoongi said softly, looking over the top of his papers. "What is it? You look stressed."

"I don't know if I can do this." He blurted out and watched Yoongi grow paler if that was even possible.

"But you agreed, over the phone, you said you'd take the job." He pressed.

"I know, I know! But I don't know if I can! I don't even know how. I'm not a Dom, I'm a dance instructor. If you want to learn how to pop and lock I'm your guy, but I wouldn't have the first clue about tying someone up and making them beg for my cock. Especially not someone like you! Look at you, you're practically oozing suave! You're Yoongi Min, successful business partner of one of the largest tech companies on the continent and I'm just Hobi, student teacher." He raked his hands through his hair in agitation. This was stupid. Why did he think he could do this? One slightly suggestive email and he was having delusions of grandeur.

Yoongi set the papers down and shook his head. His whole demeanour changed, no longer cool and professional but soft and meek.

"No, I'm not. I'm your k-kitten." His cheeks tinted as he stumbled over the endearment and he slipped gracefully from the chair to the floor. He hesitated, searching his face for an answer Hoseok didn't have the question to then cut his eyes to the side and crawled over to Hoseok slowly. Only meeting his eyes in fleeting timidity, he brought Hoseok's empty hand to his face, holding it with both hands as he nuzzled against it.

"Your my master, Hoseok. You own me." He swallowed nervously when Hoseok swiped a thumb along his cheek. "Please don't leave me, D-daddy. Your kitten is sorry. You can do anything you want to me and I'll love it, because I'm your needy little s-slut."

Hoseok just stared down at him in stunned silence, feeling his dick harden with every breathy word. Daddy. He didn't think he had a daddy kink, but when Yoongi was on his knees before him, softly begging his Daddy not to leave Hoseok instantly developed one. He cocked his head to the side, his thumb trailing down his pretty face to his pouty mouth.

"Oh yeah?" He said at last, his voice rough and shaking. "Your Daddy's little slut?" Fuck! Why was that so hot?

Yoongi nodded shyly and Hoseok grabbed his chin, lifting his face to meet his scrutiny. His eyes skittered away.

"Look at me." He commanded softly. "Say it again, Kitten. What are you?"

"I'm Daddy's little slut." Yoongi repeated obediently.

"Ok. Ok yeah. Fuck." He let go of Yoongi's chin and swiped a hand down his face. "Let's finish going through this contract and then we're going to play."

Yoongi nodded and started to rise, but Hoseok grabbed his shirt forcing him onto his hands and knees again. "Uh-uh, Kitten. You're staying right there, where you belong."