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Hoseok blinks, stares up at Yoongi from his position on the floor, between his spread knees and on his very own. Yoongi isn’t looking at him; his head is tilted back against the loveseat, eyes are closed but flutter, and his lips are open in a pout. He’s breathing heavily, chest rising and falling in an exaggerated way; Hoseok’s dick twitches at the sight. God, he thinks, Yoongi. He looks away, back to the task at hand.
He’s got Yoongi’s feet on his thighs; they’re small, pale, bony, his nails cut even and cuticles pushed down. Hoseok runs fingers over them, pushes Yoongi’s jeans up so he can rub at his ankles before picking up one foot and kneading the bottom center before moving up. Yoongi groans from above and his foot flexes, toes curling, and Hoseok bites his lip to hold back his own groan. He moves to the next foot, repeats the process, digs his thumb nail lightly into the rough skin below his pinky toe.
“Yeah, Hoseok,” Yoongi breaths, and Hoseok’s hips cant up at the sound of his whispered name. “Y- eah -- like that -- ah, ah, ” and Hoseok squeezed his toes tighter, slides his fingers between each of them, and then again, because he know it’s Yoongi’s favorite, and he wants to hear those breathy moans. He scrapes from top to bottom with his nails, massages the meat of his calves, and Yoongi groans as he continues.
God, Hoseok thinks. Yoongi.
“Yoongi,” he says, and it comes out strained and broken. He clears his throat, hands pausing their movements, “Yoongi, I wanna --,” He breaks off as Yoongi’s eyes flick open and their eyes meet. From this angle, he is unable to see the redness of Yoongi’s eyes, but their hooded and low and he gazes at Hoseok through a barely-visible gap; it makes his breath hitch.
Yoongi tilts his head down, drops it low enough that his chin almost touches chest. His breathing has began to slow now that Hoseok is no longer massaging him and Hoseok sucks in a breath. Everything is so much more enhanced, when you’re high; one usual look from Yoongi will get him hard but he’s ready to cream his pants at any moment. But first --
“Wanna suck you off,” he says, and it comes out a bit slurred but he doesn’t care. He let’s go of Yoongi’s ankles, lets his hands slide up his skinny calves and then his skinny thighs, digs his thumbs in right at the crease where thigh meets pelvis and his stomach churns and warms and tightens at the way Yoongi hips jump off the seat. Yoongi’s hard already, dick straining against his jeans and Hoseok’s mouth waters. “Yeah?” He flicks his eyes up to meet Yoongi’s as his fingers curl over the edge of his jeans, fingers brushing against warm skin.
Yoongi lifts his hips in responses and Hoseok wastes no time in flicking undone the button. He slides his hand in first, squeezes Yoongi’s dick through his brief, rubs his thumb over the wet spot there. “Come on,” and it’s a demand just as much as it is a whine and complaint of too much time-wasting. He steadies his feet against Hoseok’s thighs and lifts his hips up again, starts pushing at his own jeans.
Hoseok laughs, untangles his hand and pulls Yoongi’s jeans and briefs down his thighs before pushing him back down into the seat. Yoongi’s so hard, and his dick twitches at the cold air, and then again when Hoseok leans forward and breathes over it. Yoongi’s breath hitches for just a second, and then he kicking his legs at Hoseok until he pulls Yoongi’s jeans the rest of the way off.
“Oh,” Yoongi gasps out as Hoseok leans forward and wraps his lips around the tip. He sucks greedily, and wraps one palm around the length of it, gives it pulsating squeezes. “More,” he says, hips thrusting upward in plea.
And Hoseok’s always willing to give more; God, is he always willing. He pulls back, swipes his tongue across his lips. “Bed. Let’s go to the bed.” He pushes up off his knees and grabs Yoongi’s hand to pull him up and drag him with him.
Their apartment is a small one-bedroom and it takes them no time at all to make it to the bedroom. Their bed is unmade and cluttered with pillows and Hoseok doesn’t bothering kicking dirty clothes out of the way like he usually would as he makes his way over to it. He doesn’t expect Yoongi to be so close when he turns back -- but there he is, barely a centimeter away, pushing up on his toes, throwing his arms around his neck, and pressing his lips against Hoseok’s.
He slides his tongue in immediately, pullings Hoseok’s lips open with his own. Hoseok is quick to respond, messaging Yoongi’s tongue with his own until he pulls back and Hoseok is able to shove his tongue into Yoongi’s mouth. He runs it along the length of Yoongi’s teeth, swipes swifty over his tongue, traces the roof. Yoongi sighs into his mouth, pushes himself closer to Hoseok, the fingers of one hand curling into his hair. “Hoseok,” Yoongi breaths, sucks his tongue into his mouth, running it along the length before pulling back completely with a ragged breath.
Yoongi’s still pulling in breaths when Hoseok slides his hands down his back, grips the edge of the shirt he’s wearing it yanks it over his head. His hands are back on Hoseok in seconds -- he catches Hoseok’s arm as it comes back down from tossing his shirt and wraps his hands around both wrists, runs his palms up his arms and over his shoulders. “Want you,” he says.
“Yeah,” Hoseok nods, takes Yoongi’s hands from his neck and twists them around so he’s in front of the bed. “Lay down.”
Yoongi drops down with a bounce, and then scrambled back so he’s leaning against the mount of pillows at the head of the bed. His cheeks are red and his lips are puffy and his eyes are low and he always has a way of looking like he just woke up from a nap, and Hoseok is so in love. He crawls on after him, reaches down and yanks his on shirt off as he knee-walks in between Yoongi’s stretched legs. He uses his hands to push Yoongi’s knees up and spread them wider. “Hold them, please,” Hoseok says, gets down so he’s face-to-face with Yoongi’s dick. “Gorgeous. ”
With the way Yoongi’s holding his legs up and open, Hoseok has got a clear view of his pink, puckered hole. Hoseok blinks at it for a second and then his hips buck against the bed as he realizes -- Yoongi must have been playing with himself. He lets himself think about it for a second -- did he use his fingers? The dildo he’s got tucked away in the bedside table? Did he play with his dick too? Did he come? Hoseok groans, buries his face in the sheets.
“What?” Yoongi asks, nervous. For what? He’s got nothing to be worried about with Hoseok. “Babe?”
Hoseok breaths in deep, tries to settle his beating heart and the pain with which a dick this hard brings, and pulls his face from sheets. “I love you,” he says, and then leans forward to swallow the head of his cock. He slides down slowly, flickering between closed eyes and watching the way Yoongi’s face twists up in pleasure. He’s got one hand wrapped around Yoongi’s left ankle and the other wrapped around the base of Yoongi’s cock.
He goes slow, alternating between suckling at the tip and sinking down till he meets his fist. Yoongi’s letting out these soft, little grunts, and he’s holding his body so tense and so tight and Hoseok just want him to let go .
Hoseok pulls off, licks a stripe up the palm of his hand and waits for Yoongi to open his eyes and look at him, face twisted sulkily. His lips twitch at the look, and then he wraps his palm around Yoongi’s cock and sinks back down on it and then he’s fervent. His eyes are watering and he knows his face is a mess of slobber but the sounds coming out of Yoongi’s mouth are keeping him going.
“Yeah, Hoseok -- yeah, baby -- oh -- feel so good --,” Yoongi mumbles out, one after the other, cut off by groans when Hoseok sucks harder at the praise. The heat in Hoseok's stomach builds at the sounds, at the words; he wants to hear more.
He pulls back with a gasp, catching his breath. “Baby,” he starts -- cuts off to wipe his mouth against sheets, “lube. Hand me the lube.”
Yoongi groans, and Hoseok’s hips kick at the sound. “Yeah,” he says, “yeahyeahyeahyeahyeah,” he repeats as he lets one leg go, shoves his hand back under all the pillows, searching. It takes a second but, finally, his hand shoots back out, thin, little bottle in hand. “Here.”
He takes it from Yoongi and pops the cap open. Yoongi likes it wet and dirty, and so Hoseok pours more than enough into two fingers. “Are you still good?” He asks, fingers at the edge of Yoongi’s hole. “Just one?”
“Good -- yeah -- both,” he responds, hips wiggling in anticipation.
Hoseok goes slow, pushes up to the knuckle and waits for Yoongi’s face to untwist before finishing off with the rest. “Yeah? Good?”
Yoongi nods. Hoseok sinks back down on Yoongi’s dick. He’s sloppy and messy this time, sucks his cheeks in tight and his head bobs in time with his fingers. There’s the sound of Yoongi’s heavy breaths and Yoongi’s groans and the squelching sounds of lube as he moves his fingers in and out. With each bob of his head, Hoseok’s working his way down the length of Yoongi’s cock; he isn’t particularly large, but big enough to send Hoseok gagging if he’s not careful. The heavy feel of his cock in Hoseok’s mouth is overwhelming.
“Yeahyeahyeahyeah, ” he repeats it over and over and over as Hoseok works him up, voice going higher with each one. Yoongi’s dick hits the back of Hoseok’s throat at the same time he curls his fingers inside of him and Yoongi’s back arches off the pillows with a loud groan. Hoseok holds there, breathes deep breaths with his nose against the light scattering of pubic hair their.
When Yoongi’s body relaxes back into the pillows again, Hoseok swallows against the tip of his cock. Once. Twice. Three times --
“Off!” Yoongi gasps out, chest heaving. He pushes at Hoseok’s shoulders when he doesn’t immediately move. “I don’t -- want to -- come yet.” Hoseok nods through his choking, pulls his fingers from Yoongi’s hole with a sickening squelch. “Take your pants off.”
Hoseok is quick to do so, jumping from the bed. He wipes his dirty fingers against his jeans before flicking the snap open and shoving his jeans and briefs down in one go. Hoseok groans as his cock springs free; its red and flushed and curls towards his stomach. He lets his head fall back as he wraps a hand around his cock, spreading pre-come down the length. It feels so good, Hoseok almost wants to cry.
“Hoseok, baby,” Yoongi says, and his voice is closer. When Hoseok blinks his eyes open Yoongi’s right there on the edge of the bed, lips wet and open. “Come ‘ere.”
He doesn’t have to move far, just a step. Yoongi places a hand on his hip and Hoseok helps guide his cock into Yoong’s waiting mouth. The warm heat of his mouth and Hoseok’s knees shaking, but Yoongi’s there, running a soothing hand up and down one leg while the other holds him still. Yoongi doesn’t bothering teasing, he sucks hard and quick and tight and sloppy and he moves the hand from his hip to the small of his back, pulls him in closer. He pulls back so he’s sucking just on the head just as he slides the hand from his back down over the slope of Hoseok’s ass -- one, twice, and then he spreads them apart, teases at his hole with one finger. He pulls back as Hoseok’s hips move forward in surprise, gagging.
“Sorry,” Hoseok says quickly, hands flying to cradle Yoongi’s face as he continues hacking. “Sorry, sorry, sorry.”
Yoongi laughs once he’s finished, tilts his head back in Hoseok’s hand and smiles up at him in a way Hoseok recognizes, in a way that reminds him of his rock-hard dick. “Wanna fuck you,” he says, blinks slowly; a stray tear runs down his cheek.
Any other time, Hoseok would agree, but not now. He’s not sure he’d even last long enough to get fucked. Yoongi is very meticulous with his fingers and Hoseok would like to savour that at another time. “Next time,” he says with a laugh, runs his hands down Yoongi’s neck to his shoulders, pushes him back down against the bed. “Move up a little.”
Yoongi does as he’s told, uses his feet to push him up the bed until Hoseok has enough room to crawl on after him. He spreads his legs open, sighs out as Hoseok runs his hands up from his ankles. “I love you,” he sighs out, blinks his eyes back open in time to watch Hoseok pop the cap of the lube back open and coat his cock. “A little more,” he says and Hoseok laughs and does as he’s told.
“You want a pillow?” Hoseok asks.
Yoongi shakes his head, “No, wanna feel it.”
“God, Yoongi ,” Hoseok groans, eyes falling shut for just a moment before the flick back open. He rubs wet fingers against Yoongi’s entrance, sinking one finger in at a time. Yoongi must have been playing with himself for a while, he takes three of Hoseok’s fingers easily, head tilted back against the sheets and he lifts his hips up for more. “Ready, baby?”
“Yeah,” Yoongi says, eyes flashing open. “Yeah, yeah, yeah -- come on.”
Hoseok laughs, rubs his fingers off on the inside of Yoongi’s thigh before taking his cock and lining himself up. He pushes in nice and steady, pays attention to the way Yoongi’s body tenses up when the girth of it goes in, waits for him to loosen up before shoving all the way in with a deep, low groan of Yoongi’s name. “ Yeah , Hoseok, ” Yoongi moans out, so breathy it’s hardly heard.
Hoseok swivels his hips once, twice, before he pulls out to the tip. And then he rocks himself forward with deep, shallow rolls. He wants Yoongi to feel every inch of him just like Yoongi wanted himself. Ah, ah, ah, Yoongi cries out as Hoseok picks up speed, one hand holding him over Yoongi’s body while the other grabs at Yoongi’s thigh, pulling up up and over the crook of his arm.
“ Yes! ” Yoongi cries, head thrown back. His throat is long and pale and bare and Yoongi wants to leave marks all over it. He wants to start at the base of his throat and work his way up -- behind is ear, below his jaw, wants to make Yoongi a necklace of marks. “Harder, please, more, ” he cries, reaching for his cock. He stroked at it in time with Hoseok’s thrust, face twisting up in pleasure.
“Yeah, baby,” Hoseok grunts out, shifts Yoongi’s leg a little higher before pulling out nearly completely and snapping his hips back. The sound of their skin connecting reverberates through the room, and Hoseok’s close, that warm feeling in his stomach spreading throughout the rest of his body. “Babybabybabybaby. ” It’s a mantra, and he snaps his hips harder.
Yoongi comes with a full-bodied moan, back arching off the bed, nails digging in hard where his hand clings to Yoongi’s back. His come splatters over his chest and on his hand and Hoseok wants to lick it up, make him clean again. He groans at the thought. “Keep going,” Yoongi tells him, pats at his hip. “Come on, baby, come for me.”
Hoseok picks up speed, snaps his hips harder; there’s no rhythm now, its ragged and hard and his body is getting hotter, his abdomen tighter. Yoongi’s so tight and he’s squeezing his cheeks around Hoseok’s cock all the while encouraging him yeah, that’s -- just a little more -- come on, baby -- hoseok --
A choked gasps comes from his lips as he spills into Yoongi’s ass. And Yoongi’s there, telling him he’s good, he did so good, best fuck of his life. Hoseok laughs, loosens his grip on Yoongi’s thigh. He buried his face further into Yoongi’s neck, mouthing lazily at it as his body cools down. Yoongi’s got one hand running up and down Hoseok’s back, his other full of come and held far away.
“Let’s go to sleep,” Hoseok suggests, nuzzles into Yoongi’ neck, falls sideways so he’s only half resting on Yoongi. They’re both warm and sticky and sweaty and Hoseok don’t want to move.
Yoongi laughs, says, “I need to clean up.”
“Wipe it on the sheets,” Hoseok says, slides his hand from Yoongi’s thigh to Yoongi’s waist. “We’ll clean them tomorrow.”
“You came in my ass ,” Yoongi says, tries to wiggle away. He doesn’t try very hard.
“A snack for later!” Hoseok wraps his arms tightly around Yoongi’s waist as he tries getting away, pulls him back against his chest. He throws a leg over Yoongi’s just for good measure.
Yoongi kicks his legs about, throws his elbow back at Hoseok blindly. “You are filthy!” He says through a laugh as Hoseok shifts to pin him stomach-down.
“Just fifteen minutes,” Hoseok says from atop him; he’s resting halfway on Yoongi, head resting against his shoulder. “‘m sleepy.” He smacks his lips in Yoongi’s ear for good measure.
“Are you going to clean this shit out of my ass?” Yoongi asks, bumps his ass back against Hoseok’s hip.
“Mhmm,” Hoseok hums, body slacking as he shuts his eyes. He’s won this, he knows. Yoongi’s just as lazy as he is after sex. “Told you it was a snack for later, baby.”
“You’re disgusting. ”