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There’s something addictive about letting Seokjin win all the time that Hoseok can’t get enough of. Whatever the game between them is, Hoseok can’t help but let Seokjin get his way.
It’s not as simple as just not trying, letting Seokjin do as he pleases. It’s too easy and it’s boring for Seokjin— for both of them honestly— if there isn’t at least some sort of fight. And Hoseok really can’t help it either; purposefully snaps an answer back when Seokjin tries to order him around, rolls his eyes, goes out of his way to be downright irritating at times. Anything, just to get some sort of rise. It’s easy to piss Seokjin off that way, and Hoseok likes the way Seokjin reacts.
Sometimes Seokjin brushes it off— whenever he’s just not in the mood or doesn’t pick up on what Hoseok’s trying to initiate. Other times, Seokjin reacts with his typical annoyance, starts mouthing off at how disrespectful Hoseok is being. In a lighthearted way, red in the face and acting almost comically in disbelief at Hoseok’s actions— the way he does when they’re surrounded by the rest. A weak shove or bat to the arm, and then they move on.
His favorite is when Seokjin corners Hoseok, pushing him against a wall or crowding him into a corner when no one’s around. Tells him to be careful, to behave next time or he won’t be so lucky. Won’t go easy on him just because people are around.
Hoseok really, really likes it.
It always makes a dark shiver go up Hoseok’s spine, with Seokjin’s eyes glaring directly into his own, waiting for an answer. Especially because he has to hold back the urge to push Seokjin back, snarl and get in his face.
He definitely could if he wanted to— he has every ability to challenge the other alpha. If he wanted to.
And Hoseok does when he wants to, when he should.
When it comes to this , Hoseok prefers the way arousal pools low in his stomach when Seokjin gets so close all he can see and smell is Seokjin, cock always filling out no matter where they are. Likes the roughness of Seokjin’s voice when he talks down to him. Likes feeling like he has no choice than to bow his head, muttering an apology under his breath instead.
When the soft apology leaves Hoseok’s lips, Seokjin always brings his hand up and squeezes the back of Hoseok’s neck, reminding him of his place.
“Good boy.”
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Seokjin snorts when Hoseok squirms in his lap. “Keep still.”
It’s much harder to just let go and let Seokjin have full control in situations like this, no matter how much Hoseok wants to give it to him. It’s harder because every single one of Hoseok instincts want to struggle, want to not let him win , nerves itching with the need to do anything but give in, more so than any other occasion. It burns through him, way more than when he’s shoved around and corned by Seokjin.
Because Hoseok’s in Seokjin’s lap, thighs spread and he’s so exposed. The vulnerability eats at him, he can feel his blood hot in his veins, racing heart loud in his own ears.
It’s overwhelming how much Hoseok wants to fight back.
He wants to give in even more.
“I said, ” Seokjin emphasizes his words, scratching warningly at Hoseok’s hips when he shifts again, “ keep still .”
A low grumble comes from Hoseok’s throat at Seokjin’s words and he half-heartedly struggles more against the hold Seokjin has on him, hands firmly on his hips, keeping him where he’s supposed to be. Naked and back pressed against Seokjin’s clothed chest, cock twitching in arousal.
A bit more shame curls up in the pit of Hoseok’s stomach.
“Come on,” Seokjin laughs. “The faster you behave, the faster you get what you want.”
Another low growl starts in Hoseok’s throat before he stops himself. Even with his back to Seokjin, Hoseok knows Seokjin’s rolling his eyes. “Seriously?”
This time Hoseok rolls his eyes. “You know , it’s not— it’s not that easy. ” He shifts in Seokjin’s lap, hands gripping his own thighs. “I can’t just let you, it’s—” Hoseok stops speaking when Seokjin presses an open-mouthed kiss against the back of his shoulder.
“You’d think after so long your body would just know who the true alpha is.” Seokjin scrapes his teeth over Hoseok’s skin, threatening, and a full body shudder runs through Hoseok.
Again, Hoseok resists the urge to argue, even if every single nerve, every part of his being wanted him to. Instead of squirming and making it difficult for Seokjin, Hoseok focuses on his own breathing, allowing himself to take in the warm, clovey scent.
It’s nice, and it suits him, but distinctly dominant, distinctly alpha. Seokjin smells like spices, the kind that make baked goods taste warm and homey. A very attractive scent, probably popular with omegas.
Popular with Hoseok too because he wants to breathe in as much of the scent as possible.
There’s a sense of wrongness at how much Hoseok truly enjoys Seokjin’s scent, beyond just liking the way he smelled. The spice of Seokjin’s scent makes him feel small, somehow— it’s like he’s meant to submit to him despite both of them being alphas, even in just the way it manages to overpower Hoseok’s own bright, citrus scent.
Sometimes Hoseok wants to ask Seokjin to drape himself over him, smother him in his scent, until he reeks of Seokjin, wants the smell of cardamom, nutmeg and cloves to follow him around. Wants to have the scent consume him so much that maybe someone mistakes him as an omega with a slightly possessive alpha.
Hoseok would never admit that to himself out loud, much less to Seokjin.
Hoseok feels Seokjin smile against his back before he moves towards the back of his neck, teeth teasing the sensitive skin. It makes Hoseok’s body tense up immediately, Seokjin’s fingers digging into his hips to hold him, and there’s a moment Hoseok fears he’s going to snarl at Seokjin. Wrench himself away, try to maintain some dominance in this whole thing.
But that’s not what he really wants, instincts be damned.
The dig of Seokjin’s nails, his pleasant scent enveloping Hoseok, and his warm breath across his skin, makes Hoseok bare his neck instead.
“Good boy,” Seokjin murmurs before biting Hoseok’s neck, gently and carefully, not nearly hard enough to mark or claim.
Letting Seokjin bite his neck always feels like so much to Hoseok, a struggle because that’s not what he should want, but loving every aspect of what it implies. Letting himself get soft, pliant, even if he’s not supposed to, not to another alpha. But he does, lets go and gives in. Submits to Seokjin because even with his teeth at his neck, even with resistance coursing through him, he wants to submit to Seokjin.
Groaning, Hoseok grinds his ass into Seokjin’s lap. Seokjin laughs, high pitched and so fucking amused. “You’re so eager, pup. ”
Seokjin manages to say “pup” so sweetly, and so meanly that it makes Hoseok want to press his legs together, shrink away, hide . It’s different than the way his blood thrums with the need to fight back, to not let himself be so easily overpowered. It’s just adds more of the hot shame that makes him whine instead, feeling small and taken care of.
“I’m not,” Hoseok argues, for no reason, other than he can.
Seokjin moves his hands to the inside of Hoseok’s thighs and makes him keep his legs spread. With one hand, Seokjin trails his fingers up Hoseok’s thigh, tough light and teasing until he gets to Hoseok’s cock. Hoseok’s head feels fuzzy with arousal.
“There’s no point in lying.”
There’s more pressure on Hoseok’s neck, a harsher bite that makes Hoseok yelp, accompanied by Seokjin’s fingers circling just under the head of Hoseok’s cock, pressure light but there. Hoseok’s hips involuntarily kick up, and Seokjin bites even harder. What begins as a growl turns into a low groan when Seokjin pumps at Hoseok’s cock as he mouths at the bite mark left on Hoseok’s pretty neck.
“See, this is better.” Seokjin teases the slit of Hoseok’s cock with his thumb, spreading around the embarrassing amount of precum and using it to slick his grip. “When you just let your alpha take care of you, like a good boy.”
Something tightens in Hoseok’s chest, carnal and angry, threatens to come up in a low, rough sound. Before it can, Seokjin’s other hand draws up from its place of Hoseok’s hip, warm hand on Hoseok’s flat stomach, chest, until it’s at the base of Hoseok’s throat. Hoseok wills himself to relax instead.
“Just like that,” Seokjin praises.
The threat of Seokjin’s hand curling up, tightening around Hoseok’s neck is a lot , and he again grinds himself against Seokjin with a whine. He feels Seokjin’s hardening cock through his jeans, and maybe Seokjin also grinds back, or he hopes he does because he would feel a lot less embarrassed if he did. Seokjin tightens his grip on Hoseok’s cock too, making Hoseok drop his head back on Seokjin’s shoulder with a moan.
“Good boy,” Seokjin repeats, and Hoseok can feel his smile, can picture it in his hazy brain and it makes that tightness in his chest turn soft, for a brief moment.
Seokjin continues stroking Hoseok, alternating tightness and speed, occasionally pausing to give Hoseok’s cock a squeeze at the base to make him whine all needy.
It becomes easier and easier to drown out the fight in him from before, easier to ignore, and give in. No more protests began in his chest, letting himself feel vulnerable and exposed as Seokjin continued with almost lazy strokes, hips jerking involuntarily whenever he flicked his wrist or leaned to bite Hoseok's neck some more. Seokjin doesn't move his hand any higher on Hoseok's throat, instead leaves the hand there as a quiet threat, and the weight is enough for Hoseok. He can hear his own heartbeat, the roaring of his blood in his ears as he gets more and more aroused.
"Feel good, pup?" The question is whispered into Hoseok's hair, where Seokjin has his face pressed into it, probably smelling Hoseok's natural orangey scent mixed with heady arousal.
"Y-yeah."
"Shouldn't you thank me then?"
Hoseok shudders. More shame burns along with his arousal, especially when Seokjin cruelly tightens his grip on the base of Hoseok's cock as he waits for Hoseok's answer.
It's hard to keep himself together to even save a shred of dignity.
"Thank you, alpha." Hoseok's words are low, barely above a whisper, and he closes his eyes to try to parse the deep humiliation in him.
Seokjin scoffs.
"Just alpha? Really?" His tight grip doesn't let up. " Whose alpha, pup?"
Hoseok shakes his head without thinking.
The hand on his throat moves up, nails dig into the skin, Hoseok feels breathless even without the pressure and struggles under Seokjin's hand.
"I asked you a question." Seokjin's voice drops, low, dangerous.
Hoseok's face burns.
"My alpha, you’re my alpha,” Hoseok mutters, shame still hot all throughout his body. “Thank you, alpha.”
"That's right." Seokjin grins and brings his hand to Hoseok's mouth, two fingers pressing against his lips before pushing into his mouth and pressing down on his tongue. "I'm your alpha, pup."
Drool immediately starts pooling and dripping past Seokjin's fingers, eventually trickling down Hoseok's chin. He wants to so desperately close his mouth to keep from making a mess of himself, but Seokjin keeps his fingers in place. He presses down on Hoseok's tongue, only to hear the way Hoseok gags on them and makes pitiful noises.
“Such a good, messy pup.”
The hand on his cock begins moving up and down slowly again, drawing wrecked moans and whines from Hoseok. It's hard to hold back any sounds, Hoseok gasps and pants around Seokjin's fingers when he picks up speed, hips kicking up to meet Seokjin's hand, until suddenly he's close , hips chasing his orgasm.
Speaking is as impossible as it is humiliating, but Hoseok still tries, a semi-coherent babbling of “wanna cum.”
As soon as the barely words are out, Seokjin stops, returning his grip to the base of Hoseok’s cock and Hoseok whines , struggles against Seokjin, toes curl with need. Seokjin takes his fingers out of Hoseok’s mouth, smearing more spit on his chin and then his cheek.
“Not yet.”
Hoseok sucks in a sharp, wet breath before muttering, “Please alpha.” He draws out the words, embarrassingly needy, but it’s worth begging because Seokjin only squeezes the base of Hoseok’s cock once more before continuing to stroke him. The delicious friction of Seokjin’s hand is worth anything at this point, Hoseok’s mind clouded with lust and need. His cock is leaking now, allows Seokjin’s hand to slide up and down his cock easy as he builds up speed, and it’s obscene how much precum it is.
Too quick, Hoseok feels it again, need deep in his belly ready to burst, but Seokjin keeps changing his pace and grip, not giving him enough pressure, keeping him close enough without tipping over.
“Seokjin, please, ” Hoseok whines again, squirming in his place, arching his back slightly.
Suddenly Seokjin digs nails into the flesh of Hoseok’s cock and Hoseok feels so sensitive— it hurts . He makes an almost sob sound, but not yet, holds it back as best he can.
“I thought you knew better,” Seokjin says, almost too sweetly.
“Alpha! Alpha, please, ” Hoseok corrects himself, voice tight and whiny. It hits him hard how badly he wants to cum. “Wanna cum so bad, alpha, please.” He hates the way he sounds so much because it’s so fucking—
“Pitiful, pup.” Seokjin loosens his grip, smile evident in his tone. “Why don’t you beg for what you really want?”
Hoseok whimpers.
“Alpha, please. ”
“Please what?”
“Can I—” Hoseok swallows, trying to get his words together. “I want— fuck me, please. ”
Seokjin smacks his thigh.
“Alpha, please, please ,” Hoseok hurries to correct himself again.
“What do you want?”
More delicious shames settles in Hoseok’s stomach, makes his skin feel burning and cock drip in want.
“Want my alpha’s knot, please.”
Seokjin giggles, fucking giggles, and resumes moving his hand up and down Hoseok’s cock again, languid strokes that drive Hoseok up the wall.
“Look at how cute you are when you beg for my knot, baby,” Seokjin nips at Hoseok’s ear as he speaks. “Want me to fill you up, right pup?”
There’s nothing keeping Hoseok from nodding desperately.
“Well, if you want it so bad, then take it.”
It doesn’t click immediately, and Hoseok wants to cry when Seokjin pulls his hands away, not even resting them on any part of Hoseok’s body.
“Come on pup, get to it.”
When Hoseok gets what Seokjin’s telling him to do, he hurriedly reaches behind him to undo the buttons and zipper of Seokjin’s jeans. It’s difficult because he can’t see behind himself for one, and it’s an awkward angle for two, but he’s not thinking , just acting. Seokjin has mercy on him and helps him pull out his cock. Hoseok silently thanks himself for preparing himself earlier, knowing he’d be too eager, too desperate to bother fingering himself open. So he wastes no time to lift himself up, reaching for Seokjin’s cock, lining it up with his hole and sinking down with a low already wrecked moan.
Seokjin lets out a gasp, bringing his hands back to Hoseok’s waist when he fully sits on Seokjin’s cock.
“Good boy,” Seokjin breathes out. “So good for me, already ready to take my cock like a good boy.”
The feeling of Seokjin stretching him is almost too much, is overwhelming in every way. The idea that he shouldn’t like this, shouldn’t be the one sitting on another alpha’s cock this way, shouldn’t willingly giving himself to Seokjin— it’s all on the edges of his hazy mind. Present enough to add fuel to his arousal, easy enough to push away and enjoy the feeling of Seokjin’s thick cock stretching him out.
Hoseok doesn’t move, trying to even out his own breathing, can hear himself inhale and exhale so slowly, so purposefully, until he feels settled enough to move his hips in a little circle.
“Tease,” Seokjin complains.
“You like it, alpha. ” Hoseok can’t hold his tongue this time and Seokjin slams his hips upwards, making Hoseok moan without restraint, dropping his head forward.
“No, what I like is making you submit to me.” Seokjin’s words are stable, trying all he can to appear unaffected, even as he lets out a little groan when Hoseok grinds down on his cock again.
“What if I decide that I don’t feel like submitting after all, alpha?” Hoseok can’t help but go along, the words come out easy, even if just a few moments earlier he was begging and embarrassing himself. It’s worth it for the brief moment of Seokjin himself whining, forehead pressed against Hoseok’s shoulder when Hoseok raises himself up and down on Seokjin’s shaft.
“Then I’ll just have to remind you who your alpha is,” Seokjin growls, low and rough against Hoseok’s shoulder. At just his tone, Hoseok’s skin prickles, itches with the threat, and a low sound comes from his own throat. “But I bet you’d like that, right pup?”
It’s all a part of the game, a part of being pushed around to be helpless, a part of letting himself let go. Hoseok just really likes the idea of submitting to Seokjin, who could easily overpower him, wrestle him to the ground and pin him under his broad frame. It’s hot, so fucking hot, knowing he should and would typically fight back— want to overpower Seokjin the same way, not let another alpha see him so weak and vulnerable— but he doesn’t.
Hoseok wants it so much, he can’t help but fuck himself on Seokjin’s cock with high pitched sounds, embarrassment filling him as much as arousal.
“You’re such a tiny thing,” Seokjin teases, gripping tightly at Hoseok’s waist with his large hands, accentuating just how perfectly those hands fit there.
Hoseok shudders. It’s not true— not necessarily. But Seokjin is broader, stronger even, compared to Hoseok's more lean and small frame.
“Sometimes it feels like I could break you.” The hands hold Hoseok firmly, keeps him still for a few long moments on Seokjin’s cock. Like Seokjin’s contemplating it.
Hoseok wishes he would.
Instead Seokjin grabs at Hoseok’s hand with his own free one, squeezing his fingers gently before bringing it to rest on Hoseok’s own stomach. Seokjin fucks up into Hoseok, making Hoseok gasp at the sudden movement.
“Feel that?”
There’s a moment of confusion and suddenly Hoseok feels what Seokjin is talking about, feels the slight bulge in his stomach when he sits fully on Seokjin’s cock again, feels it so fucking faintly but it’s there.
“Fuck.”
It’s the only word he can manage, presses his own hand a bit more firmly on his stomach and groans at the feeling of Seokjin so deep in him.
Hoseok almost feels light-headed, fucks himself more on Seokjin’s cock to feel the movement under his hand and— It’s obscene, it’s fucking obscene. Makes him shudder and groan when he feels the head of Seokjin’s cock under the hand on his stomach, feels it disappear when he lifts himself up.
“Look at how I fill you up already,” Seokjin says as he grabs at Hoseok’s waist again with one hand, pulling him down and holding him on his cock once more. With the other he continues stroking Hoseok’s cock, hand enveloping the head of Hoseok’s cock before working down. “Bet you can’t wait for my knot too.”
Hoseok whines , so, so pitifully and so, so needy, and the whine turns into frantic noises when Hoseok realizes he’s close again. Seokjin closes his hand around the base of Hoseok’s cock and this time the shudder that racks Hoseok’s chest turns into a quiet sob of frustration.
Seokjin does it once more, pumping Hoseok’s cock while Hoseok does his best to bounce on Seokjin’s cock, continues to have his hand on the lower part of his belly to feel Seokjin if he can. And just as soon as his orgasm is about to tip over, Hoseok quietly cursing as he gets closer and closer, Seokjin pulls his hand away completely and holds Hoseok completely still once more.
The pleasure that was searing through Hoseok fizzles out, unsatisfying and frustrating, so fucking frustrating— Hoseok doesn’t even realize he’s making pathetic almost crying sounds, a mumble of “no, no, no” and “please.” Hoseok’s cock twitches and trickles cum pathetically with no additional stimulation to let him ride it out. Hoseok tries, really fucking tries to at least grind against Seokjin’s cock, tries to get more pleasure from that, but at that point it’s not enough and all he can do is whine at his ruined orgasm.
“Aw poor baby,” Seokjin coos. “I thought that would be enough for you.”
Seokjin is so fucking mean, Hoseok thinks briefly, and before he can manage to spit out a “fuck you” like he wants to, Seokjin’s hand is touching him again, feather-light. It’s too much, Hoseok feels sensitive, almost like he had actually cum which makes it even worse. Hoseok squeaks and squirms at the touch, it’s too much, tries to get away— as if he could at all.
“No, stay here and take it.”
Hoseok is burning , flushed from his face to his chest, body trembling and slick with sweat and even with how sensitive he is, he really wants Seokjin to throw him off his lap and fuck him on the floor until he’s drooling and crying on it. Wants to feel the drag of his cock in him instead of perfectly still like it is now, wants Seokjin to really pin him down and fuck him hard and dirty.
It’s all he wants and isn’t getting. Instead, Seokjin’s tracing two fingers over the shaft of Hoseok’s cock, driving him mad and making him gasp and shudder with sensitivity. It’s infuriating, it’s way beyond frustrating. Hoseok blinks— he realizes there are some tears pooling at the corners of his eyes and then they are spilling over too. Every sound of his mouth is pathetic, humiliating, he can’t even keep still like he’s supposed too. He feels too much, overwhelmed and—
Seokjin pulls his hand away from Hoseok’s cock, opting to rest on the lower part of Hoseok’s stomach. Seokjin’s other hand rubs tiny comforting circles into Hoseok’s thigh.
The almost panic quickly subsides and Hoseok takes in a deep breath.
Nuzzling the back of Hoseok’s neck, Seokjin whispers, “You doing okay?”
“Mmm, yeah,” Hoseok hums pleasantly, smile spreading onto his face when Seokjin kisses his probably sweaty hair. “My cute pup,” he cooes, kissing Hoseok’s neck again.
“My cute, pitiful pup.”
Hoseok lets out a low growl from his chest, much more subdued than before, body and instincts relaxing into all of Seokjin. There’s something about weight of Seokjin’s hands, the enveloping scent of clove and spice, the pause to check in on Hoseok— all of it just makes Hoseok feel like putty.
It’s a lot of trust to let himself be like this.
It’s another few moments and several kisses along his neck before Seokjin really resumes.
Seokjin taps the side of Hoseok’s leg, signaling for him to get off his lap. When Hoseok does, Seokjin shucks off his jeans and sits back down.
"I want you to face me, okay?”
Hoseok sits back on Seokjin’s lap, sinks down on his cock again with a breathy moan, but makes no other move. Instead he’s now facing Seokjin and takes the opportunity to admire his handsome face. Seokjin’s flushed, pink cheeks, dark eyes, and parted lips. Hoseok catches himself staring at Seokjin’s mouth, wants to kiss and bite them to make them even more plump and full. He doesn’t realize that he’s leaning forward until Seokjin’s breathy laugh ghosts over his mouth.
“Want a kiss, pup?” Seokjin teases, leaning forward a bit more, lips nearly brushing Hoseok’s for a moment and making Hoseok’s breath hitch. Seokjin laughs again before kissing Hoseok, and Hoseok reacts by licking into Seokjin’s mouth, unable to hold back how much he wants to keep kissing him.
Seokjin lets one of his hands rest at the small of Hoseok’s back as Hoseok quickly dominates the kiss himself, unable to stop clinging to him. He thrives off the pleased sounds Seokjin makes, occasionally broken up by what could be a laugh, amused at Hoseok’s actions, but Hoseok keeps kissing until he’s breathless and sated.
When he pulls away, Seokjin’s lips are kiss-red and Hoseok feels satisfied. Seokjin grins at him, hand going up and down on the lower part of Hoseok’s back.
“Why do you have to look at me like that?” Hoseok pouts.
“It’s cute,” Seokjin laughs. “You just melt when I kiss you.”
If Hoseok could shove Seokjin, he would. Instead he smacks his chest with both hands and frowns. “Shut up.”
“No,” Seokjin says before he wraps his arms around Hoseok and fucks up into him shallowly.
Hoseok digs his own nails into Seokjin’s shoulders when he does, caught off guard. But it’s still nice. Hoseok meets Seokjin’s thrusts with shaky legs, trying to ride him properly if he could.
Now that they were facing each other, Seokjin more easily presses his face into Hoseok’s neck, mouthing at unmarked and unkissed skin he couldn’t reach before.
“Gonna make you mine.” Seokjin practically growls the words into Hoseok’s neck, fucks up into him a bit more harshly and bites even harder. “Gonna fill you up, gonna make you cum on my knot.”
Hoseok moans, utterly wrecked at Seokjin’s voice, at how dominant and possessive his voice is as Seokjin gets closer and closer.
“ Please ,” Hoseok gasps at a particularly rough thrust, grinds down into Seokjin’s lap. Hoseok even glances down to see if he can still maybe see the faint outline of Seokjin’s cock, sees the way his own cock drips with precum. “Need you, please.”
The arms wrapped around Hoseok shift and suddenly Seokjin’s dragging nails down Hoseok’s back, making Hoseok cry out. The sting is welcomed, every bit of him feeling even more sensitive.
“Shit— close, I’m close, baby,” Seokjin warns. Anticipation bubbles up in Hoseok, and maybe a bit of innate anger, just a bit, only because it shouldn’t be so easy for Hoseok to beg without even being asked.
“Fuck, please, knot me , want your knot Seokjin.”
Too distracted to even notice the lack of title, Seokjin nods.
When it happens, it hurts . Burns in twisted pain-pleasure, ebbing on the edge of pain— but Hoseok likes it, even with all the high pitched near screams he keeps making as he struggles and shakes in Seokjin’s arms and lap. Seokjin’s knot is in him, stretching him so much, it’s— it’s truly unnatural, that’s what everyone tells him at least. And that feeling is there, feels his heart beat rapidly, feels defeated and wrong — but his cock aches, aches with hot humiliation, pleasure, and pain, all of it.
“Mine.” Seokjin grips at his hips, so tightly there will definitely be bruises, holds him so close like he’s ensuring that Hoseok gets all of him. “You’re mine.”
Hoseok nods too, dumbly with his mouth open in soft pants, felt what he thought was a bit more drool spill but couldn’t be bothered to care. Seokjin feels hot, his body, his cock, his cum when it does fill Hoseok, messy is the most disgusting and dirty way.
Seokjin struggles to maintain composure, accidentally bucking up into Hoseok and shifting in him, brushing against the most sensitive parts in Hoseok.
Clumsy fingers grab at Hoseok’s cock between them, Seokjin begins to more purposefully touch Hoseok, intention to make him actually cum this time evident in deliberate strokes.
“Watch yourself baby,” Seokjin orders, but it’s soft and sweet.
The swell of Seokjin’s knot is so much, so far into him. Hoseok glances down to see the tip of Seokjin’s cock push against the front of his tummy again, just ever so slightly more apparent than before. His own cock is in Seokjin’s large hand, and he’s closer and closer, watches the base of his own cock swell and Seokjin giggles.
“Knot my hand, pup.”
“Holy fuck,” Hoseok gasps out, shutting his eyes completely. The orgasm unravels him, pulses through him and consumes him. Seokjin’s hand squeezes tightly around Hoseok’s knot, cum, a lot of it, spills down his shaft and over Seokjin’s hand.
“Such a messy pup.”
There’s a noise of disagreement somewhere within Hoseok but he can’t find it.
“Look at just how ruined you are.” Seokjin tsks. “And you call yourself an alpha.”
With the last few words, Seokjin kisses Hoseok, a quick, loving peck. Hoseok sniffles and cries a bit more, chases Seokjin’s mouth to kiss again and again through tears. They roll down his cheeks, tears from being overwhelmed, oversensitive, pushed as far as he could go and now, relief, warmth, and exhaustion encompass him.
Hoseok’s knot subsides just as Seokjin’s does, and Seokjin rubs his cum dirty hand over Hoseok’s thigh.
“Gross, don’t do that,” Hoseok complains with a pout, managing the energy despite how spent he felt.
“I do what I want,” Seokjin grins, continuing to do— well, whatever he wants.
Even if it is sticky, the touch is always welcome so Hoseok doesn’t complain, even when Seokjin rubs cum on Hoseok’s stomach.
The quiet is welcome, pulls both of them further into their own bubble of breathing and pleasant touches.
“Feel good baby?” Seokjin asks softly, no more harsh edges or hidden meanness that comes with a scene. He traces the raised skin on Hoseok’s back, traces random patterns soothingly over the skin as Hoseok becomes lax.
“Yeah, feel great, hyung,” Hoseok answers with a sleepy smile, drapes himself over Seokjin. “I’m ready to be held properly now.”
“Needy,” Seokjin complains, but holds him anyways when Hoseok lets himself curl into Seokjin's chest as best as he could.