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Yoongi needs to learn how to say no. If he was better at this maybe he wouldn’t be hiding out in his room starving himself while Hoseok and Chris cook together in the kitchen. He wasn’t bound to his room and at no time was he told not to come out but he was an idiot and of course terrible at lying.
Just two weeks ago he had helped Hoseok cheat on his girlfriend. His friend was still stuck on it being a ‘bros helping bros’ situation and sees nothing wrong with what they did, but for Yoongi he was always going to see it as cheating even if it is a one sided view on his part. So now he’s alone in his pit of shame and can’t bring himself to face Chris. How is he supposed to even wave hi when one of his hands has had her boyfriends come on it and the other has been two fingers deep in his ass? So he’s decided his best course of action is to avoid her at all cost until some of the burning shame he now holds has been extinguished. Lying on his bed he turns on his side just to shove a pillow into his face to block out the smell of meat cooking. Suffocating hurts less than all his other problems right now.
Around an hour later his own stomach betrays him and wakes him up with hunger pains. The smell of food has dissipated and it's pretty quiet outside from what he can hear behind his bedroom door. Quickly he jumps out of bed and practically runs to the kitchen, he’s so hungry that the flavored lube in his bedside table was starting to sound like a five star meal. As expected from the neatfreak he lives with, the kitchen was left spotless after they had finished eating. He looks to the counter closest to the stove and he ignores the flutter his heart gives at the covered plate of food left there. Making a mental note to thank Hoseok he removes the cover from the plate and begins to eat despite it being lukewarm. It’s only when he’s three bites in does he hear the high pitched moan that’s only slightly muffled.
“ Ugh, fuck yessss. Right there baby.” is followed by more whines and deep grunts, and it seems that the only thing his ears can hear is what's going on in his roommates bedroom.
“Yeah you like that? Tell me how you want it come on...come on, tell me.”
“Harder Hoseok, please! Make me feel good...I’m so close. Please, please…”
“Yeah baby don’t worry, I got you. Ima make you feel real good.”
He can feel the heat in his body swirl and not know what to do, it's like the rush of blood can’t decide whether to travel south or north to redden his cheeks. His eyes squeeze shut and he tries not to picture what’s going on, but with the sound of something constantly smacking against the wall his mind can’t help but produce an image. All he can see is Christine on her back with her smooth brown legs thrown over Hoseok’s shoulders as she takes everything he gives her. The force of his thrust sending the headboard into the wall, his forehead drenched in sweat as he bends his girlfriend in half to be as deep as he can inside her, one of his hands twisted into her long dark hair. He’s snapped out of the erotic picture when a mixture of high and low moans filter throughout the apartment. Just like that the sounds of the couple orgasming sends some of the heat in his body to travel south.
He finishes eating quickly and is barely washing off the remaining soap from his plate when he hears the familiar creak of Hoseok’s door opening. He turns expecting to see a fucked out Hobi but instead he sees that curly waterfall of dark, chocolate colored hair emerge from his roommate's bedroom.
A deer in headlights is what he must look like as he freezes and can’t bring himself to move from his spot by the kitchen sink. His mind is trying to think of what to say to her as she gives him a shy smile that stretches her full lips over her perfectly straight teeth. She pecks him on the cheek as she comes to stand by him to grab a cup from the drying rack, leaving him with the scent of spearmint in his nose. He can’t help but flinch at the sudden contact from the girl he had helped his friend to cheat on.
She goes to the fridge and pours herself some water before sitting on the kitchen island that is directly in front of where Yoongi is standing. Taking a small sip she looks at him over the rim of the glass. Chris starts talking and Yoongi tries his best to follow along but the memory of milking an orgasm out of her boyfriend is setting his cheeks on fire, the fact that he enjoyed it adding to his burning guilt.
“-it’s gonna be a while so you promise to keep an eye on him for me?” She asks gently, a slight joking tone to her voice. Yoongi stares at her confused trying to recall bits and pieces of whatever she had been saying. Shaking her head fondly at him, knowing how spacey he can be, she explains again. “The dance program in Spain I applied to months ago has offered me a last minute spot for the fall semester and I have to leave the day after tomorrow, but I’m taking it even though it’s so last minute. I’ll be gone for a few months so keep an eye on him for me will you?”
Yoongi nods maybe a little too quickly, “Don’t worry about it Chris, I’ll fight any girl that even thinks about him.”
She gives a slight chuckle, her warm brown eyes matching her radiant smile. He’s soon being embraced by her soft arms, knowing this is probably the last time he’ll see her before she leaves, he returns the gesture and hugs her back, ignoring that whisper at the back of his mind telling him how much of a hypocrite he is.
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Chris has been gone for two weeks when Yoongi and Hoseok are sitting on the couch enjoying each other’s company in silence when as usual the younger breaks it.
“So…”, Yoongi hears him pause and a loud swallow as he hesitates in continuing, “would you be down for helping me out again?”
The elders neck snaps to the side so fast to stare at his friend in disbelief, his mouth dropping open in surprise. Even through his shock he can feel that nice heat simmer in his veins at the possibility of getting to see and feel his friend around his fingers again. He tries his best not to seem eager and sits there with his gaze stuck on the other while he sits there unabashedly staring back at him as he waits for a response.
He really, really, really, wants to say yes but he knows he should say no. Once was barely permissible but doing it again? Now that was definitely cheating and there was no doubt about how shitty of a person that would make him. He had promised Christine to her face to take care of her boyfriend and to help fend off the endless parade of women that always seemed to throw themselves at him. Yet here he was wanting to be the one to throw himself at Hoseok and his willpower was dwindling the longer he looked at his friend. Tearing his eyes away from him he shakes his head, “We can’t do that Hobi,” he tries his best to let down the younger easy, “it was supposed to be a one time thing. Doing it again would be cheating-“
“No, remember I said it’s just you helping me out there’s no feelings involved at all, so no cheating.”
“Yeah Hoseok”, Yoongi lies knowing very well that he couldn’t help but to develop feelings, “but your girlfriend made me promise to be there for you and to make sure you don’t do anything stupid. How awful would that make me if I did what you want? I’d be betraying her trust and what she asked of me Hobi.” Yoongi pinches the bridge of his nose hoping that Hoseok will drop it because his resolve is quickly crumbling the longer he sits there next to him, knows one good reason from the other would have him right back between the dancers legs.
“Technically this would be you being there for me…” he says quietly in contrast to the defiant look on his face, “Chris told you that because of other girls, not you. You’re my best friend so she trusts you to be there and to take care of me.” he licks his lips to softly breathe out, “So be there for me Yoongi.”
With that he knows he’ll never be able to refuse his friend. Not that he really wants to anyway.
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He can’t believe his eyes. The pink thing dangling in front of him is far from foreign to him but watching it swing like a pendulum from his friends forefinger is new.
“You want me to what ? When you said you wanted me to help you out again I thought you meant me just sticking a couple fingers up your ass, not t-that!” he says in a panicky voice from his same spot on the edge of Hoseok’s bed. His eyes wide in disbelief as he stares up at the younger, who just stands in front of him with an entertained look on his face.
Amused by his hyung’s surprise Hoseok rolls his eyes, handing over the toy and lube before the older has a chance to argue. He jumps onto the bed and lies on his back waiting for the other to join him. “Come on Yoongi you’re still going to do that but I wanted to try this too. I heard they feel pretty good and the nice lady at the shop suggested this one because it has a vibrating feature.”
“This is fucking insane Hoseok.”, he says in disbelief still holding the object an arms length away but climbing onto the bed anyway knowing that in the end he’ll just go along with whatever his friend asks of him.
“We get it! Pink vibrating anal beads are about to go up my ass, fucking mind blowing ! Now please Yoongi get on with it so I can come already.” The younger man says exasperated as he lies there leaning up on his elbows and legs spread, ready to be penetrated.
Yoongi doesn’t know what switch inside of him has flipped but he finally shuts up. His only purpose right now is to do this as fast as possible(to ease his guilt), make Hoseok feel good, and to watch him come all over himself. It’s like he has tunnel vision and the only noise he could hear was the sound of his burning blood rushing through his veins.
Much like last time he spreads the lube on his fingers and teases at his friends entrance. Watching intently as his eager little bud sucks in the tip of his thumb. He tries his best to ignore the breathless whine from the brunette and gets to work pumping one finger in, strategically avoiding that bundle of nerves that would throw the other over the edge. Within minutes he’s three fingers deep and has a bruising hold on his friends hip as the other can’t stop the near constant buck of his hips as Yoongi keeps accidentally brushing against his prostate on every other thrust of his hand.
Without warning Yoongi withdraws his hand and leans his body over Hoseok’s, one of his hands reaching above his head to hold onto the headboard for balance. The man beneath him gasps and blushes a deep red as he looks up into the others eyes that are clouded in a dark hungry haze. Before he can say anything though Yoongi is already going back down with a pillow in his right hand, he’s folding it in half and pushing it underneath the others hips, getting him in position to be able to take the anal beads comfortably.
So far on the outside Yoongi may seem put together but on the inside he was in gay panic mode. He had gotten so into trying his best to satisfy his friend he wasn’t really noticing how much pleasure the other man was in. Although as soon as he reached up to grab the pillow, making eye contact with the other, he just about lost it and was going to let himself lean down to capture those perfect pouty lips into a kiss. Thankfully he didn’t, but his panic only increased when he got right back between his legs and noticed how flush and dark pink the youngers cock was. The precome dripping obscenely down his length, the trails of it undisturbed and glistening. Only then did he realize that the other had intentions of coming without touching himself and to come from prostate stimulation alone. Yoongi chided himself for wearing sweatpants because surely the semi in his pants would be at full attention and leaking profusely by the time he got to see the pretty man in front of him come.
Taking a deep breath to calm himself down he grabs the pink silicone toy he had set to the side and begins to coat it in some lube to help the slide in. He can feel Hoseok’s gaze on him as his hand rubs along the seven inch long toy, making sure the thing is covered completely to lessen the potential for any painful friction. Finally letting himself make eye contact again he takes the little nod the other man gives as a go ahead to continue and he inserts the first bead that’s about the width of his pinky. There’s no reaction other than a whisper of “ more” from heart shaped lips and he slips in the next bead. He continues to slowly push every single one in until all that’s left is the little ring sticking out. Meanwhile he savors the way sweat is gathering on the bits of Hoseok’s body that he allows himself to look at and the shake of his thighs as each bead presses against his sweet spot.
“Move it...please Yoongi, just back and forth a little. Want to know what it feels like.” Unable to deny him anything Yoongi slowly starts to move the beads, his eyes glued to the view of Hoseok’s hole stretched so prettily around the base of the toy. He slowly takes out the toy until only three of the smallest beads are left inside and then presses it back in. The long whine released by the other travels straight to his cock and makes him even more impossibly hard. He won’t let himself look at the other but he wants to hear him make that noise again. Over and over he plays a game of push and pull watching with hungry eyes how greedily Hoseok’s body accepts what he’s doing to him. The way his little hole clenches around the smallest bead, impatient for the largest one to push back into place.
The whining turns into mewls and finally Yoongi breaks and lets himself take in the sight of his friend on the brink of an orgasm. His throat goes dry and he wishes he could do more than what he’s doing. He wants to touch and taste, let his fingers explore the rest of his lithe body. Wants to let his mouth suck on the hard little peaks of his nipples that are just begging to be touched and played with. If he could, he'd take out the toy and replace it with his heavy cock, show Hoseok how much better it feels with the real deal. Maybe he’d kiss him and enjoy the way he would moan into his mouth while he comes on Yoongi’s cock.
Forcing himself out of his brief reverie he moves the beads a few more times before he pushes them all the way back in to the biggest part and simultaneously turns on the vibrating feature.
“Oh my...yeah...yes... fuck Yoongi!”
He bites his lip and definitely does not push down at the hard on trying to fight its way through his sweats at the sound of his friend moaning his name. Just in case he never gets the chance to see it again he raptly watches the way his friends body convulses from the overwhelming vibrations to his prostate. Paying close attention to the way Hoseok grips at the sheets and his knuckles turn white as his cock spurts hot come all over himself. Entranced at how his whole body tenses, then goes lax as the little shivers running through him are all that’s left of his mind numbing orgasm.
Slowly Yoongi pulls out the toy bead by bead, he himself trying not to groan at how his friends body gives a little jerk each time one goes past his rim. Without much thought he starts to caress Hoseok’s inner thighs in a soothing manner and only stops when he hears an awkward cough from his friend. He looks up and sees a faint pink blush high on his cheeks, immediately he stops and without a word lets himself out of the room with his hands strategically placed in front of the raging boner that’s practically trying to rip itself through the fabric.
When he gets to the bathroom he gets himself off just like last time, he tries not to think about how he wishes Hoseok had come on his hand again so he could use it for the slide but he would just have to make do with the lotion on the shelf.
Unlike last time when he exits the bathroom his friend isn’t there to harass him and admittedly he feels dejected by that.