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The throng of vibrant bodies thumps along with the upbeat music, hips swaying to every pulse and beat. Slurred orders for beverages are thrown in his way, and Jung Hoseok juggles shots and drinks in his arms as he weaves through the Saturday night, intent on finishing it quickly, without facing any unexpected Broadway. The song changes to ‘Good Boy’, and a rare moment arrives for him; the crowd is suddenly more interested in G-Dragon amping their manic energy than in downing more daring shots. He wipes his brow on his white sleeve and returns his co-worker’s taut smile.
“Any plans after your shift?” Taehyung yells over the loud tempo and Hoseok, pulling a bottle out from the rack behind, shakes his head. Taehyung is visibly disappointed.
“Hyung, working as a bartender literally stripped you of your ability to get dicked.” He deftly avoids the hand flying towards his shoulder and ducks, before straightening up and continuing with his speech about how Hoseok should let go for a while and enjoy. “I would never mind covering for you here, it’d be a pleasure knowing my hyung got laid. College is turning you into a hermi—”
“Geez, Tae, I just said I don’t have any plans for tonight. I did not say anything about going celibate, what the fuck, man.” He returns his attention to the front as a customer walks up to the bar; walks and definitely does not wobble his way up. The man holds himself up straight and Hoseok realizes that this guy, at twelve in the morning, has clearly not touched booze, while the entire Seoul is high up on cloud nine. He lazily slides into one of the stools and looks around, clearly amused at the drunken state of all those around.
“Quite a state they all are in, huh?” Hoseok conversationally asks, subtly letting his trained eyes sweep over his features and squares his own shoulders. A deep blue jeaned shirt hugs his slim figure in an appealing manner and Hoseok has trouble pulling his eyes away from leering at the man when he responds.
“I remember being nineteen and getting allowed inside a club. Can’t really blame them.” The man, boy really, turns his eyes towards Hoseok and offers a lazy, alluring smile.
Hoseok cannot help but chuckle at how old this boy sounds; when in reality he looks no older than twenty. “Damn, you sound like my grandma.” Hoseok notices Taehyung intently watching them from afar and he pointedly avoids eye contact. Taehyung seriously needs to leave the post of the matchmaker.
“You never know. I might turn out to be your hyung.” The smirk that pulls up on the stranger’s face is visibly teasing and a strange part of Hoseok wonders if the boy is alone tonight.
“Ninety four.” He pours out the drink from the shaker into a glass and an eager, teenage hand grabs at it before he is even done. The glass, a moment later, reappears emptied, with the bill stuck to the sweating bodice.
“Like I said, I do turn out to be your hyung.” Now the boy is clearly entertained as he pointedly checks Hoseok out. A sway of heat flushes up his cheeks but bartending does have the occasional flirting and Hoseok lets it pass.
“What are you, a hundred years old, hyung?”
“Ninety three. Good that you are learning your honorifics right,” a playful smile ensues before the boy drops the bomb, “Seok-ah.”
The glass in his hand clatters against the marble work counter, and fortunately remains unharmed as Hoseok gapes at the stranger before him, whose lips are stretched into one of the goofiest smiles he had ever encountered. A moment passes before the boy cracks up into a laugh and Hoseok is remained gaping at him. What the hell exactly?
It takes almost a minute for Hoseok to regain his composure and pick his jaw up from the floor, all the while a very entertained stranger and a clearly perplexed Taehyung watches.
“Okay, cool, but I am positive I don’t know any stalker of mine who happens to be older than me.” This shuts him up for a triumphant moment, before the stranger relapses to his giggling. “Okay, what the hell is going on exactly? And how do you know my name?”
As if on cue, a handsome brunette appears behind the boy and Hoseok is greeted with a familiar smile.
“Seok-ah, it was my fault. I really did not expect Yoongi to jump you.” Then he turns to the boy, whose apparent name seems to be Yoongi, and with a frown, he holds up a few thousand won notes, which are appreciatively engulfed into bony palms. Hoseok is still in dark when Taehyung comes up from behind.
“Jin hyung, what’s going on?” The reassuring smile that Jin offers Taehyung seems so much more genuine than the ones Hoseok usually receives, but now is not the time to ponder over genuineness of smiles.
“Yoongi and I had a bet on whether Seokkie could be jumped, given his composed nature. Sorry again, Seokkie,” Jin genuinely apologizes as he settles his butt on a nearby stool and leans over the counter to pat Hoseok’s back.
“And you lost? Kim Seokjin, aka king of gambling, lost to my facial expressions?” Hoseok doubles over clutching his sides as he laughs at a not-so-impressed Jin and Yoongi joins in. Taehyung shakes his head in reprimand before returning to his station and tending to another customer.
When the laughter dies down, Hoseok straightens up and nods to the awaiting customer, mentally noting down her drink and preparing his cocktail shaker.
“So you’re the Min Yoongi who’s majoring in music and Jin hyung’s cranky roommate?” He asks before sliding the drink across the work surface and returning his attention to the boy intently watching his every move. Yoongi’s lazy smile brings a smile to his face too, and the loud music suddenly does not seem too overbearing.
“Yeah.”
“What would you like though? Or are you off the alcohol tonight?” He rattles the shaker as he prepares Jin’s usual poison and deftly pours it out for him. Jin thanks him with a jerky nod of his head and looks around the bar.
“I am. But a Blenheim would be nice.” Hoseok pulls out the ginger ale and pops the cap before handing it to him, their fingertips brushing against each other. Yoongi takes a small sip, the liquid cooling his mouth and he slides his tongue over his lips as his eyes waltz over a customer-occupied-Hoseok’s angular features. Jin does have a good eye. He is about to turn and whisper a ‘thanks mate’ in his roommate’s ear when he finds the said man subtly sliding over to the other side of the bar where a very attractive Taehyung is handling two drunks girls. Hoseok watches too, he realizes at the low chuckle he lets out, and the two share a knowing glance.
“I wouldn’t say hyung’s whipped, but then again I’d be lying.”
“Jin never shuts up about Taehyung. You wouldn’t believe the amount of information I know about the kid, simply because hyung never shuts up.”
“Poor you. But gotta admit though, he’s got good taste in men.” Yoongi could not have agreed more. With the beer cascading down his mouth, he decides to experiment a little.
“You know, Jin once mentioned that he had a friend who was too hot to be bartending instead of getting laid, and now I think I couldn’t have agreed more with him.” His head is cocked to the side, the sweating bottle idle in his grip as Hoseok’s eyes widen at his words. The warm color that spreads through his cheeks a moment later makes Yoongi’s heart beat at a slightly faster rate, but Min fuckboy Yoongi is not supposed to succumb to blushing dongsaengs.
“Yeah, Tae shouldn’t be bartending. He should be out there on the floor, snogging Jin hyung’s brains out and—”
“You look dense, yes, but I didn’t know you’d be this dense.. I am talking about you, Hoseok, not Taehyung.” It is now the metal shaker’s turn to jangle against the work surface and Hoseok’s jaw hits the floor for the second time, within the span of an hour.
“Uh, thank you? Would you, um, like something else?” Hoseok is not supposed to be flustered and his hands are not supposed to be scrabbling about looking to busy themselves, but then again Min Yoongi is affecting his normal reactions in a not-normal manner. Which seems flattering and scary at the same time.
But Yoongi does not stop there. He leans over the counter, his lower lip pulled between his teeth as his heated gaze bores into Hoseok’s. His throat bobs as he shakily gulps under Yoongi’s scrutinizing stare and his wets his lips, taking into account how close their faces are to be sharing the same breathe.
“Say, when does your shift end?” The way the light dances across Yoongi’s soft features makes Hoseok wonder if this boy really is as dominant he looks.
“O-one thirty.”
“Okay, ‘s not long.” Their eyes are at it again; carefully drinking in the others’ sight and Hoseok wants to push the bangs away just to get a good look at Yoongi’s forehead. A thought seems to cross Yoongi’s mind when he is about to bring the bottle to his mouth, and instead of taking a sip, his hand pushes the bottle up towards Hoseok.
“Whamthp?” His words are constricted for Yoongi is gently, yet in a persistent manner, pressing the cold rim of the bottle against his lips, as if inviting him to take a sip. Yoongi does not answer, simply keeps on keeping the bottle where it is, his eyes intently watching Hoseok’s lips, until Hoseok dares a move and tilts his head back a little for Yoongi to tip the liquid inside his mouth. Which he does, and honestly, never before had ginger ale tasted this good, this daring, under Yoongi’s dark stare and low lighting of the club. He swallows the cold, fizzy beverage that runs into his mouth and in an extra daring move, visibly licks the rim of the bottle, simply because Yoongi is staring and being wanted had never before felt this promising.
Yoongi pulls the bottle back after Hoseok gulps and as if putting on a show, teasingly runs his tongue along the rim of the bottle, indirectly tasting Hoseok. There is something absolutely sensual about how Yoongi does it; the swell of heat that makes Hoseok’s knees involuntarily clamp together is proof enough.
“Keep the change.” Suddenly, Yoongi is pulling back from their heated trance, but his eyes never leave Hoseok’s. He slides the bill inside the apron Hoseok is wearing and just as he is about to turn away, he winks at the bartender (the air is suddenly very, very warm around the bar) and mouths a ‘see you outside’. His head arches back as he takes a swig from his drink, and the way his throat bobs up and down makes Hoseok think of marking his pale, sugary skin and drawing out husky, needy moans from those pink lips. Yoongi gives Hoseok one last, smoldering look before melting into the crowd and soon enough, out of Hoseok’s vision.
_•_
Maybe I had dreamt it all up, thinks a nervous and hesitant Hoseok as he weaves his way through the exuberant crowd, gladly out of his work apron and now in civil clothes. The DJ starts a new song, one with a slower tempo, when he spots the exit almost half the club down, but as he is about to step in the said direction believing Yoongi to be just a figment of his imagination, a hand circles itself around his wrist, pulling him further into the mess of sweating bodies and drunken vigor. His face is suddenly in very close proximity to a black haired boy, whose brown eyes shine like black onyx under the dark, muddly disco lights and his cheeks are flushed a ruddy shade.
“Seok-ah,” his breathe tickles his neck as Yoongi dips down to run his tongue along Hoseok’s strained neck. The wet sensation has him closing his eyes in a soft sigh, and one of his hands shoot up to hold Yoongi in his place by his waist. Yoongi lets go of his wrist only to squeeze his waist as he chooses the junction between his neck and head to suck. Even in the loud noise, Hoseok cannot miss the smack that reverberates through him when Yoongi disconnects his lips from his skin, and Hoseok’s grip on the other boy’s waist tightens.
“I heard you don’t have any plans tonight,” he drawls and cocks his head to the side, his teeth lightly grazing his bottom lip. The way Yoongi’s flat chest is pressed against his own makes Hoseok marvel at the fact at how quickly he is getting turned on. And they have done almost nothing so far.
“Well, I do now,” a frown surpasses the older boy’s features as he starts to pull away, “if you’re up for it.” The look of surprise on his face is worth the sexual tension building up between them. Hoseok’s large, calloused hand cups Yoongi’s cheek and before the other can utter anything, his lips are meeting the younger’s and both of them exhale into the kiss. It is hesitant; they do not know anything beyond the others’ names, but Yoongi is clearly bothered and hot, for tilts his head and licks the seam of Hoseok’s lips. Hoseok shudders when a thigh gently massages his groin, and parts his lips, the taste of berries and sodas invading his tongue. Their lips pillow against each others’, the roughness slowly rising to the surface as they continue to press themselves together. A guttural moan sings from Yoongi’s throat, and Hoseok effectively swallows it, the pit of fire in his guts growing larger by the moment. The music has dimmed in their ears, and all they pick up are the evident scent of arousal masking any other fragrances and the suppressed moans that get swallowed in their heated kiss.
It is as if an eternity passes by before they pull apart for a breathe, and as they stand staring at their swollen, spit-slick lips, their chests heaving, something entirely shifts between them and the boys find themselves swerving out of drunk teens’ ways and making for the exit. The air is cold and biting outside, and involuntarily, the boys shift closer to each other as the pavement houses only one late-night pedestrian.
“The dorms are quite a long way and my place is just two stops in the bus,” Hoseok suggests, trying not to show his knees slightly wobbling at the possibility that this may or may not lead to a one-night stand. Not that he minds, but it has been quite some time since he last got laid and today’s opportunity is something he both does not want to miss and also run away from.
But the way Yoongi bites his lower lip suggests he would so love to take part in whatever this maybe holds. He brushes the tip of nose against his earlobe and breathes in deeply before saying anything.
“Yeah, we can go to your place.” A nip on the soft flesh of his earlobe has Hoseok thinking of those teeth grazing the inner skin of his thighs. “I have my car.”
Wordlessly, and their boners packing it in their jeans, they walk to Yoongi’s car parked two streets down the club. The night breeze is chilling, but Hoseok savors in its cool, letting the air carry away the strains of the day. Yoongi smiles at how the other boy massages his neck as they near the car, and his eyes linger a moment longer on the slight patch of red on his neck, left behind by his expert mouth.
“So, what are you majoring in?” he asks an impressed Hoseok, once they are inside the warmth of the sleek interior of his Nissan Hennessey. He smooths the car out of the parking lot and soon enough the vehicle is purring down the street. Hoseok finishes typing out the address on the GPS screen and he makes himself comfortable in the seat before turning his full attention on Yoongi.
“I am majoring in performing arts section for studio arts.”
“That’s a creative major. Photography, isn't it?”
“Yeah. Hyung told you that, didn’t he?” A bashful smile etches itself on Hoseok’s lips and he busies himself with running his fingertips along the smooth armrest of the door.
“Jin hyung showed me your Instagram feed tonight when I asked about you.” Hoseok tilts his head to the side as he smirks at the answer. Now, almost as if its karma’s handlings, it is now Yoongi’s cheeks which turn a shade ruddier.
“I wasn’t wrong when I called you my stalker, hyung,” he lilts, making sure his teeth grazes his bottom lip enticingly when Yoongi’s eyes find him in the dark. The air is slowly warming up, even with the air conditioning running at full blast and Hoseok notices how the other’s heated gaze slides lower and lower until it reaches his tent, constrained within the jeans.
“I never said you were wrong, Seok-ah.” Hoseok’s inside stir with a newfound vigor and he is itching to know how good would Yoongi’s thighs look wrapped around his abdomen. The GPS lady mutters out the last of the address and Yoongi has to tear his eyes away from Hoseok’s lips and focus on identifying if he had indeed come to the right spot.
“So,” cough, “Is this it?” He gestures with his free hand as he parks the car in one skilled move. Hoseok raises his eyebrows in appreciation before nodding at the question asked. The chilled breeze dances through his black bangs when he steps out of the car, ruffling the cuffs of his dress shirt and making him shiver inwards. The duo walks into the empty lobby, and as they wait for the elevator cart to roll down, Yoongi’s palm cups Hoseok’s ass and squeezes. Hoseok jolts forward, but he is pulled back beside Yoongi, and in the dimness of the cold lobby, Yoongi continues fondling his ass.
“Sweet, didn’t know you packed such a good arse behind these jeans.” The elevator cart opens to the pair and the next second Yoongi is pushed against the metal walls while a turned-on Hoseok thumps the heel of palm against 09. The older boy has an idle smile adorning his face and Hoseok waits a moment to take it in before tilting his head and pressing the boy further into the metal body of the elevator and taking to devour his mouth. Yoongi loops his arms around his shoulders as a wanton moan falls from his lips and his back arches when Hoseok licks the roof of his martini-soaked mouth. Their lips orchestrate a dance of battling tongues and their hands are underneath the other’s shirt hem, kneading and roaming on the expanse of milky and tanned skin. Yoongi wrenches his lips away to steal a breath, but Hoseok continues trailing his mouth across his jaw and drawing blood to the surface with the harsh graze of his teeth. The milky white skin stains pinker and the flush that blooms across the elder’s cheeks and neck has Hoseok imagining things way far south.
They stumble out of the elevator and through the hall to Hoseok’s door, and as the tenant rummages the pockets of his rather tight jeans, Yoongi, trapped between the door and Hoseok, teasingly grinds his ass against the other’s awakening boner. A gasp follows the clanging of metal keys against the linoleum tiles and soon Hoseok is a fumbling, horny mess.
“Fuck, hyung, I can’t concentrate.” His large hands grip Yoongi’s hip to hold them down, but the strong clutch only adds fuel to the other’s movements. Yoongi draws his lower lip between his teeth and throws Hoseok a lewd glance before working his hips faster and blatantly moaning.
“But your boner feels so goo—”
“Min Yoongi, if you don’t put a rein on to the grinding, I might have to resolve to fuck you here, against the goddamn door.” His dominant nature surprises yet entices Yoongi and he only continues his action with renewed enthusiasm, capturing Hoseok’s lips within his. Hoseok softens under the kiss and opens his mouth for Yoongi to glide his tongue inside, and gasps when the other sucks on his tongue at the same time rubbing his sweet ass against his thighs. Hoseok knows anyone could walk in on them right now, given that they were practically fucking each other against his apartment door. So he buckles his hips one last time into Yoongi’s ass, before quickly retrieving the keys from the floor. Just as the key finally, finally, slides into the lock, the door behind them swings open and the mortified duo watches an old lady, in her frilly yellow nightgown, step outside.
“Jung Hoseok,” her voice has the shrilly pitch of an eighty year old and the mock of a teenager, “please take your friend inside. My eyes won’t shut close with the way he is moaning against your pants.” Hoseok knows he will never see the end of this, but he still bows down to his landlady, with his pants straining with his boner, and whisks Yoongi inside the house before her smirk is permanently plastered on her face.
“I can’t believe your landlady just saw you getting grinded on through her peephole. What a fucking pervert.” Yoongi has not yet gotten out of his mortified trance. He leans against the door, adrenaline rushing in his veins at getting caught while Hoseok breathes heavily next to him. It takes a few moments before the two of them burst out laughing at the hilarity of the situation and Hoseok has tears in his eyes when they finally calm down. They are leaning against the door, with Hoseok’s arms caging Yoongi against it as he supports his laughing weight. The amusement still lingers in the air and Yoongi, finally having so much fun after this long, rubs the other’s lower lip with his thumb before gently capturing it within his lips and sucking on it. A low growl floats up Hoseok’s throat and his hands grip Yoongi’s waist, holding them in place before resuming what they had left unattended on the other side of the door.
“We can’t really blame her; you were putting up a show out there, hyung,” Hoseok mutters against Yoongi’s lips while his fingertips ghost over the waistband of his jeans. They really need to reach the bed before they combust, because Hoseok honestly does not want a rerun of what happened last January, that involved a bruised Hoseok limping around his own apartment with carpet burns on his knees, all thanks to the bunny-toothed freshman that he brought back after their dry-humping session behind the bar he works at.
“Where’s your bedroom, Seok-ah? I really,” gasp, “don’t want another sighting.” They lumber through the minimal corridor and soon enough, Yoongi feels the back of his knees hitting the edge of a bed and is pushed down on something incredibly soft while his cheeks are still in Hoseok’s grip and his lips definitely being feasted upon. Yoongi trails his hands down the other’s shirt, the heels of his palms kneading those erect nipples. A gasp parts their lips and he smirks as he watches how Hoseok crumbles under his kneading and thigh humps.
“This shirt looks so good on you, but damn if it will look better on the floor.” Quick and eager to comply, Hoseok pulls the darned thing off and it is now Yoongi’s turn to gulp down a moan at how amazingly sensual the red lines look, the ones he had scratched on the tanned skin while making out at the doorstep. He brings his eyes up to the hooded ones before shimming south, making Hoseok moan a little louder, and running his wet tongue across the nail marks. He teases, and teases, with teeth grazing around the stiff buds, never fully taking to suck on them.
“Hyung, stop, ah, teas— oh my god, do that again.” Yoongi had slipped his hand down inside the jeans, and the friction he caused, along with his lips now latched onto Hoseok’s left nipple, has the younger keening in pleasure. Hoseok brings him up from his chest and delves him into a searing kiss; the younger’s other hand roaming downwards to squeeze his ass cheeks. “I can’t wait eat that ass out, baby.” The words are only a whisper against Yoongi’s lips, and anticipation snakes down his spine. Yoongi, in his entire fuckboy career till tonight, has always been the one to dominate, to top over a whimpering, begging mess every time he took someone home. But when Hoseok’s words reach him, a different layout of the night unfolds before him and he cannot, cannot help but ask.
“Do you always top?”
Hoseok blinks at him in surprise and then a soft smile takes over his face. He hoists himself up on elbows, still caging Yoongi with his bare chest and hums noncommittally.
“Are you planning on bottoming?”
“I don’t know. But it feels nice, you hovering above me and being the first person to talk about snacking on my ass.”
“Is this you confessing about never having your ass eaten?” It was a wild guess on his part, a foolish, wild guess, but Hoseok is greeted with a blush spreading on Yoongi’s cheeks. “Oh. My. God. I thought you were the campus’s most sought after hyung?”
“Who told you that?” Yoongi huffs and his lower lip pull out to a defiant pout.
“Of course Jin did. But are you serious about it?”
“I thought you didn’t stalk seniors? And yes, this boy right here never got his ass eaten.” Yoongi turns sideways in an attempt to hide away from Hoseok but the other pivots his chin back to position.
“Hey, that’s alright. There are always firsts for everyone. Would you be comfortable with it if I were to try it on you?”
“Actually, yeah. You sound like you know your shit.” Yoongi murmurs as he blushes under Hoseok's lust, feeling the coil in his gut tightening lusciously. "And if you are wondering, my hygiene is top-notch, and even though I was not expecting this," he has to look away from Hoseok's grinning face, who has started snaking his hands southward, "my ass is squeaky clean for the night."
“You could not have made my night better.”
Yoongi melts as he says it, and Hoseok’s fingers hook onto the waistband of the jeans. In the flash of a moment; he unbuttons the garment and yanks it halfway down Yoongi’s pale, milky thighs. Yoongi gasps and he feels him palming him through his boxers, the ripples of pleasure soaring through his guts at the friction and relief clouding his senses. Hoseok shimmies down the length of his body and before the older boy grasps the fact how strong and absolutely delicious Hoseok’s arms are, he feels himself being flipped over and his boxer-covered ass falling in the mercy of the sunny-smiled man.
Hoseok can only wonder how much he would enjoy making Yoongi moan against the pillows. He brings down the elastic waistband teasingly, slowly revealing the soft mounds of flesh that has him hardening even further. Wow. Yoongi quivers under his lustful gaze, his mind clogging up with expectation and desire. Hoseok pulls down the garment further, stretching it across his thighs and taking his time with it. The boxer pools around Yoongi’s knees and he runs an open palm up the inside of his thighs, squeezing the flesh here and there. Yoongi shudders under the touch, his lips stark white between his teeth as Hoseok’s calloused hand only adds to the roughness he is leaning in to. Hoseok splays his large palms across the expanse of the milky mounds of flesh, and he full-on gropes the older boy. His fingers spread his asscheeks, the tight rim coming into view and Yoongi’s eyes roll back into his head and his lips guard a moan, when Hoseok blows on the hole. The warm air hitting his entrance has drool accumulating in his mouth and he bucks his hips upward, in attempt to get Hoseok probing further.
“So needy for your dongsaeng’s tongue aren’t you, Yoongi-ah? Such a needy baby.” The pet name draws a strangled moan out of Yoongi, but not before he reprimands harshly at the disrespect, which only has Hoseok chuckling breathily into his asshole. His hole twitches when he finally licks the tight ring of the rim, and Yoongi buckles against the bed sheets when Hoseok bites into the soft flesh of his ass. Hoseok’s senses, overwhelmed with the smell that is Yoongi, prod him to stretch the elder open with his skillful tongue and breathy, delighted moans fill the heavy, warm air in the room. His cheeks glisten as he laps at the tight, quivering hole, while his hand reaches out to pinch Yoongi’s nipples, causing a lewd keen to draw from the latter. “You smell fucking amazing. God, Yoongi-ah what are you doing to me?”
Yoongi has, honest to god, never felt this aroused when Hoseok lances his tongue again inside him, with one of his hands now squeezing his balls. Blood rushes around in his ears and his back arches, his chest rising and his hands fisting on to the bed sheets for dear life. Hoseok gropes the soft flesh while his tongue works Yoongi up, his hole soon covered with his own juices and the other’s saliva. Yoongi wonders how good all those love bites would look against his thin waist, the ones Hoseok trail across his hip and strangely, he wants Hoseok’s grip to leave marks behind. His own member is curled against his stomach and leaking precome onto the pristine sheets, making him wonder if begging would get Hoseok to touch him. The younger boy now pushes in a finger, the amount of saliva and anal juices lubricating the intrusion. Yoongi is lusciously tight; Hoseok’s finger disappears into the opening and he groans at the feeling.
“We need to work you up more, hyung. You’re,” a second finger pushes in after the first, eliciting a soft sigh into the pillows, “so deliciously tight.” If only Hoseok could see the blush creeping across Yoongi’s chest and dusting his cheeks. Yoongi circles his hips, slowly riding on the long fingers fucking in and out of him and when Hoseok tries to add a third digit in, the burn it comes with has him gritting his teeth in pleasure.
“Hoseok, ah, god, use the fucking lub-aahh,” the words evaporate into the thin air when his hardened length finally, fucking finally gains the attention from Hoseok’s calloused palms. Hoseok strokes the pulsing vein on the underside of his erection and when he reaches the leaking head; his thumb digs into the slit, rolling Yoongi’s eyes back into his skull as desire pumps through him. His breathe hitches at his throat when Hoseok’s fingers squelch out of his stretched hole, and Yoongi tries his best not to let show the embarrassment on his face. The thud of cabinet doors resounds behind him and a few moments and the pop of a plastic container later, cold fingers prod his wet entrance. They slip in easily and soon enough, Yoongi is back to shamelessly riding Hoseok’s lube-coated fingers which pump in and out of him faster by the passing moment, and the moans that evoke from him only fuels the other’s actions. Hoseok bends down to place sloppy, open-mouthed kisses across the expanse of his back and each knob of his vertebrae glistens with fresh hickeys. He feels the coil in his gut tightening, lust pooling in the grooves and his hips lurch up and down, whimpering when Hoseok’s long fingers hit his prostrate.
“Hoseok, ahh, need you inside,” tumbles out of Yoongi, before he can help it, and this earns his manhandled ass cheeks a firmer squeeze.
“Shh, baby, the fun is just beginning.” Hoseok pulls his fingers out, the sound only further warming the air, and Yoongi whines at the loss of the pleasure it was creating. He feels the tight grip on his thighs, and a moment later, he is staring into Hoseok’s dark, lust-blown pupils and his back hits the softness of the mattress. He watches the younger reach out to the nightstand and pull out a few tissues to wipe his fingers, and he panics inside, his mind racing about, wondering what he had done wrong that Hoseok seems to be wiping his fingers already. He is about to prop himself up on his elbows and ask him, when Hoseok flings the tissues in the probable direction of the bedside dustbin, and lowers himself till he is hovering above him, before pushing two of his fingers against Yoongi’s swollen lower lips. Yoongi looks thoroughly confused now, but his mouth acts faster than his brain, as usual, so his tongue reaches out and licks the fingertips, taste buds picking up the slightly sweetened remnants of the synthetic lube. Hoseok smirks at the gesture and slowly, he slips his fingers inside his wet mouth, and Yoongi’s brain short-circuits.
“Make them wet for me, baby.”
Yoongi is certain if it wasn’t for the firm grip Hoseok had on him, he might have become a pool of hot sweat at what he hears him say. His tongue swirls in circles over his calloused fingertips and he hollows his cheeks out to suck on them, all while keeping his eye contact intact with Hoseok. His pupils are dark, laced with heat that he feels on the fingertips. He feels Hoseok’s other hand glide down his body to his weeping erection and give it a strong squeeze at the base, arching Yoongi’s back off the sheets. He works his cheeks and lips faster around the long fingers sliding in and out of his mouth as Hoseok’s other hand pumps his hardened cock.
“You suck so well, Yoongi. I wonder where else you could use your wet mouth, hmm?” Hoseok dips down to latch his mouth onto Yoongi’s neck, kissing and biting his collarbone. He brings his hand away from Yoongi’s mouth and places a heated kiss on his reddened lips, making the elder twine his finger’s in his hair to keep their mouths slotted. A moment later, a gasp rips from Yoongi’s lips when he feels Hoseok’s wet fingers pushing inside his tight hole. Hoseok smirks against his lips before pulling back, and Yoongi swears his vision clouds with something undeniably lustful, something that tightens the spiral in his gut and makes him bolder.
“Where else do you think,” Yoongi trails his open mouth down Hoseok’s bobbing Adam’s apple, “I could use it? Hmm?” He loves how the confident Hoseok shivers against his thin arms, and runs his teeth along the path he just licked. He can only imagine Hoseok trying to hold back all those dirty, lewd images from flooding his brain, and Yoongi realizes that being the submissive actually pays off in greater amount that it did all those nights when he was the one hovering above another random guy. He untangles his fingers from Hoseok’s hair and kneads his pectoral muscles on his way down to his clothed erection rubbing against his own bare one. He cups it in his bony palms before giving a harsh rub and settling to swiping his tongue across Hoseok’s swollen, gaping lips. A moan falls from the younger’s lips as he buckles his hips against Yoongi’s hand, the strain in his pants increasing by the passing moment. He lets Yoongi kiss him, rough and wet with too much tongue and teeth, and he loves how bold the elder gets as his moans start rising in volume. Hoseok continues fucking Yoongi raw with only his saliva coated fingers and he only breaks the kiss to bite a fresh love mark on the other’s pale, statuesque skin.
“I can think of a few different places. Or rather positions, Yoongi-ah.”
A deep chuckle rumbles within Yoongi as he flicks off the disrespect with a smirk and shimmies down the bed, Hoseok’s fingers pulling out of his hole with a wet squelch. The next thing Hoseok knows, his legs are spread open before a kneeling Yoongi and his jeans are proving a distraction.
“I could use my wet mouth here, couldn’t I, Seok-ah?” He doesn’t wait for an answer as he unzips the garment and teasingly slides the button out of its hole. He hooks his fingers on the waistline and, a few grunts later, he slides the jeans down Hoseok’s thighs. The wet mark on his boxers spurs Yoongi on; the boy is literally creaming in his pants and all of this is his work. He releases the erect member from the confines of the fabric and watches precum beading at the tip with heated gaze. Looking up, he sees Hoseok now propped up on his elbows, the dark eyes following his every move with the intent of a hungry predator. A smirk etches on to his face as he thumbs the wet slit, his fingers barely a whisper against Hoseok’s throbbing erection. A kitten lick here and a fingernail drag down the underside of his dick, Hoseok’s pants and curses resonate within the room. Yoongi tentatively sucks on the head and brings his hand up to squeeze the thick base, before fisting the entire length, his own saliva and Hoseok’s precum lubricating the action. Ragged puffs of air drags out of the younger’s lips as Yoongi works on him, engulfing it within his warm, wet mouth, sucking down the length and kissing the tip as precum collects there. He pulls back and takes a deep breath, preparing himself for what he does next. Yoongi looks up at Hoseok, his hand still firm around the girth and he sinks his wet, hot mouth down him, all the while maintaining eye contact. The similar surge of heat that flowed through him not so much as two hours ago, fuels the fire in his gut as he lets the moans fall from his lips. Yoongi swallows around him and keeps squeezing the base, making Hoseok fall on the bed and arch his back in the perfect semicircle while his fingers tighten their grip at the roots of his hair, the pain in his scalp driving him to graze his teeth against the underside of the pulsing cock. He bobs his head around the length and presses his tongue against the slit to lap up the precum.
“You can fuck my mouth, if you want,” Yoongi pulls back and says to Hoseok’s utter astonishment, his lust blown eyes staring into the black pools looking up at him from his groin. His lips are glistening with spit and precum and they are swollen with the exertion of sucking him off, and Hoseok wonders how the hell Yoongi could offer him such a luxury.
“You want me to?”
“You’re trying hard not to, I can see.” Hoseok almost loses it at the observation and he tries to shut off his brain just in case he comes early and does not get to pound inside Yoongi tight, slick hole.
“You sure you’re okay with it?” He reaches out and his left thumb catches at his swollen lower lip, dragging the plump skin down to reveal his warm, wet mouth. Yoongi nods in agreement, and goes back to sucking the tip, making sure to provoke him by digging his tongue into the slit. Hoseok retreats to his position, his hands firmly gripping Yoongi’s hair roots and gently, experimentally he circles his hips, making Yoongi take him deeper. He cannot help the harsh thrust that follows the sensation being deep-throating, and the next moment he is apologizing to a sputtering Yoongi trying to regain his breathe.
“Way to ruin a blowjob session, Seok-ah, here are your fifty brownie points.” He wipes his mouth and breathes in with his nose, steadying himself before returning to Hoseok’s unattended cock.
“Hey! You’re the on- oh, fuck, the one who said I could.”
“Shut up before I leave you hard and leaking.” Yoongi’s other side flashes up and a hot lick of fire swirls within his guts. Hoseok allows his hips to roll this time in a gentler manner, and every time he hits the back of Yoongi’s throat, he has to restrain himself from thrusting too hard into his mouth. Yoongi peppers hickeys all along the inside of his thighs at intervals, letting his fingers take over where his mouth last sucked, and Hoseok feels the coils and corkscrews in his abdomen tightening with the build up to his release.
“I… I am close, Yoongi,” he utters before he can help it, and soon the lascivious heat around him draws back, sticky precum and saliva lewdly coating Yoongi’s lips and chin. He is surprised when Yoongi gets up from his position on the floor, fearing the elder could be leaving him hanging, just like he had threatened. But relief washes over him like a warm bathe when Yoongi picks up the foil packet he had flicked on the bed earlier and the bottle of lube. Hard and aching, Hoseok props himself up on the bedding on his elbows and watches him coat his fingers in lube, and straddle his waist. His legs are spread far apart, the toes almost reaching the side-ends, reminding Hoseok of those porn that had sustained him and Jaebum during their high school years. Yoongi spreads his ass cheeks before prodding his hole and slipping one finger inside, a low moan eliciting from his throat. Hoseok’s wet head brushes Yoongi’s lower back, for he is positioned on his abdomen with his fingers salaciously pumping in and out of his pink hole and his head thrown back, revealing the crimson hickeys Hoseok had nibbled on earlier. The sight of Yoongi curling in half over him has him kneading the pale milky thighs and cupping his taut balls in his palms, in an attempt to prod Yoongi farther.
“Put- put the condom on,” the words are slightly above his breathless sighs and moans, and Hoseok immediately springs to action. The foil packet is flung in the general direction of the bed-side dustbin and within a minute, Yoongi is gently sinking down on his hard, weeping length, until Hoseok bottoms out, both boys moaning and sighing at the tangibility of the moment. Even after being scissored open twice, Yoongi is still pleasantly tight around his girth, making Hoseok thrust his hips deeper and faster into him. At one point, he grabs the lube from where Yoongi had discarded it and squirts some around his entrance, making sure to push the lube inside with the loud, squelching smack. Yoongi meets every one of his thrusts midway, bouncing on top of him, his own length ignored and dripping. Both their ends are simply moments away, and Hoseok pistons faster, desperately chasing his release. Yoongi whimpers every time Hoseok’s head hits his bundle of nerves, and his own thrusts become erratic when fingers wrap around his cock. Hoseok pumps around the base, using the leaking precum as lubrication, and the bed creaks and rhythmically hits the wall behind as they continue slamming up and down, their release not lagging far behind.
“Come on Yoongi, come for me.” This spurs Yoongi on, making him garble random sentences, his bounces becoming sloppy and uncoordinated, and on pure impulse, Hoseok pulls him down. Their lips meet, and the air leaves the room, as they hungrily feast upon each other, biting and sucking whatever within reach. Yoongi’s moans are swallowed, and he comes moments later, his eyelids a canvas of stardust and galaxies, painting both their chests with streaks of white. Hoseok thrusts up a few more times, before following in Yoongi’s footsteps, the coils in his gut letting go and arching his back off the sheets. He grips onto Yoongi’s slim waist, steadying him as he rides his orgasm out and marking the skin in small, oval crimsons.
_•_
The Sally drawstring pajamas hang off Yoongi’s waist for he forgot to tie up the ends, revealing a section of his pelvis bone sticking out, and if they just hadn’t had their third round, Hoseok might have pushed him against the bathroom sink and pulled off the pajamas completely. But exhaustion settles down like lead in every joint in his body and he rinses his mouth without bothering with the Listerine bottle on the counter. Yoongi notices and he chuckles a little, making Hoseok look up from patting his face dry. They both are wearing Hoseok’s Line collection pajamas, something Yoongi had initially refused to wear because ‘What the fuck, Hoseok, you don’t give your one night stand partner your favorite emoji pajamas to wear, how is that considered classy?’ before giving in and choosing Sally.
“What?”
“The Listerine will feel bad.”
“Well, with you fucking my brains out minutes ago, 2080 will have to do.” They leave the washroom after Yoongi is done smacking Hoseok in the head and complaining how his ass will be sore the next morning because ‘You went to Pound Town without telling me!’. Hoseok is about to crash down on the fresh sheets he had spread when Yoongi had gone in to wash up, when he realizes he had not thought of Yoongi’s sleeping arrangement. Immediately, he grabs his pillow and a spare blanket to retreat to his living room couch, while Yoongi eyes him suspiciously.
“Take the bed; I’ll be in the living room. And there is a charging pod near the bedside drawer so—”
“Whoa, Hoseok, you’re going to be sleeping on the couch after doing the,” Yoongi’s hands rise up in the air, putting on air quotes, “‘frick frack’ with me. That’s just plain rude.”
“Well, I thought you would be uncomfortable with the presence that would be the reason behind your assache?”
“What the fuck? Did you just make that up?” He plops down onto the sheets on his ass and starts pulling at the pillow Hoseok had secured under his arm. “Come on, you’re spooning me. Did no one teach you after-sex etiquette? What a shame, Seok-ah.” Yoongi claims the left side of the bed as he waits for him slip inside the blanket he spreads and Hoseok is not sure if the slight twinge at his heartstrings is real or imaginary. It has been an almost perfect one night stand, and no matter how much he will convince himself that this is nothing more than that, a soft jab at his insides reminds him that they may never see each other again.
“Are you trying to flirt with me, Yoongi?” Hoseok asks after Yoongi had managed to declare himself the little spoon by fitting in the space that Hoseok’s arms and chest create. The entire set-up reminds Hoseok of an endearing cat looking for ways to be petted and a laugh bubbles up from his stomach. Yoongi turns around, an offended pout gracing his expression before flicking at Hoseok’s forehead.
“Of course not! You are the one who came in my mouth not so much as an hour ago. What do you think I am doing?”
“I clearly believe you are flirting.”
“I am trying to sleep, dumbass.” He still does not return to his pillow, watching Hoseok try to control his laughter, before he inexorably joins him and both of them are cackling like madmen at 3:30 in the morning, the blanket failing at muffling their laughter. Clearly forgetting about invisible one-night stand boundaries, Hoseok wraps his arm around Yoongi’s waist, pulls him into his chest and kisses the spot behind his ear, an action that slowly shuts off Yoongi’s peals of laughter. His cheeks glow ruddy in the mellow lighting from the bedside lamp and another minute later Hoseok realizes his mistake. Hesitantly, he is about to wriggle his arm away from Yoongi, when the latter encircles his fingers around his wrist and pulls on his forearm, making Hoseok hug him tighter. “I am not flirting, just for your information.” The acknowledgement is simply to ebb off a little of the warm tension in the air, something Hoseok has not experienced in a long while, and Yoongi turns back to his pillow.
“I know, hyung.” Hoseok whispers, and feels Yoongi intently listening, the muscles beneath his touch strained, attentive. “Because that would have been a tad bit late, compared to the fact that I had my dick up your ass twice tonight.” And just like that, they laugh off the anxiety crackling through the air, warming both their insides with a familiar, yet strange wash of mellow sunlight. Yoongi mutters a muffled ‘Goodnight, bastard,’ and Hoseok snuggles into his soft, ebony hair after flicking off the lamp, reciprocating the dismissal with a firm squeeze around his waist.
“Goodnight, hyung. Dream of me, okay?”
“Mmhmm, only if you shut your trap. Go to sleep, Seok-ah.”