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The moment Hoseok opened the door to their condominium complex, he is greeted with the sight of his husband dressed in a pastel-colored oversized sweater with matching shin-high socks that hugs the flesh of his thighs and a pair of shorts that seems a little too short for Hoseok's sanity. "Hobi!" his angel beams at the sight of him and immediately hops off the couch to skip towards his welcoming arms. "Welcome home, Hobi!"
Hoseok chuckles fondly and lifts his lover up in his arms, perching him on his hips. "For someone who cooked me breakfast this morning, you're awfully happy to see me," Yoongi giggles at that as he swings his legs. "Of course I'm happy to see you! Especially since it's been a while since we..." his voice trails off and his bright expression swiftly transitions into a timider and shyer look that makes his cheeks bloom into glowing shades of red roses. Hoseok knows exactly what his lover meant without saying anything because he too agrees that it's been months since they've engaged in anything intimate. Poor Yoongi must have been so sexually frustrated without Hoseok taking care of him.
"Do you think we can...tonight?" Yoongi peeks at him from under his long lashes, fists curled against Hoseok's expensive suit that he dare not wrinkle. Hoseok gives it a long think, wondering if he can push aside his mountains of work and taunting responsibilities to spend a few hours with his lover. It's no secret or lie that he loves and adores his husband with every beat of his heart but there are things he must focus on first if he wants to give Yoongi nothing but the best.
"Maybe I can spend the night with my little angel after dinner," Hoseok answers after an anticipating wait and he nuzzles Yoongi's pink cheeks affectionately. "Really?!" Yoongi beams again, smile bright and gummy. "I really missed you, Hobi!" Hoseok laughs fondly at that. "I missed you too, Yoon,"
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Hoseok sits in the living room, entertaining himself with an old Japanese animation, while his husband prepares dinner. Yoongi is a little but that doesn't mean he's entirely helpless. He's quite talented in every aspect of music production and he can handle household chores without breaking a sweat plus he's the grandson of the company's chief executive officer that Hose ok's works for and that's basically how they met. Yoongi doesn't work for his family's company but he does visit sometimes to lend a hand since he's a genius when it comes to mathematics.
"Hoseok, honey, dinner's ready!" Yoongi calls from the dining room and Hoseok wastes no second getting up and padding towards the source of the voice. "Smells good, what's on the menu today?" Hoseok takes a seat in front of the table, smiling at the dish prepared almost professionally in front of him. "Your favorite; Gejang!" Yoongi replies, wrapping his arms lovingly behind him. He pulls the bowl of salted fermented seafood and a cup of steaming rice towards Hoseok and hands him a silver pair of chopsticks and a spoon. "Eat up, you must be famished," he kisses the crook of his neck before taking a seat beside him, eyes softening in adoration when Hoseok didn't think twice to shove a spoon full of broth in his mouth. Hoseok absolutely loves his cooking and claims it's his second favorite after his mother's.
"Not eating?" Hoseok says through a mouthful of seafood broth and Yoongi chuckles, leaning over to lick at the corner of his lips. "I'm not really hungry. I snacked on a few boiled eggs before you came home. Besides, I don't think I can finish a whole bowl by myself," Yoongi grabs the green plastic bottle next to his arm and pours him a glass of carbonated soda. "Don't worry about me. Go ahead and eat,"
Hoseok frowns but continues to eat nonetheless. Yoongi always takes care of him and has a tendency to keep his problems and worries all to himself just so Hoseok doesn't have to carry them on his shoulders but his shoulders are broad and strong and he insists on sitting down with his husband to talk about anything and everything; even the bad ones.
"Just one bite?" Hoseok scoops a spoonful of the rice with the broth and tops it with bits and pieces of seafood. Yoongi sighs with a gentle smile and opens his mouth, letting Hoseok spoon-feed him a bite. He chews the rice slowly, savoring the bursts of flavor melting in his mouth before swallowing. It tastes wonderful but he wouldn't compare it to Hoseok's mother's cooking. He did learn this recipe from her after finding out that it was Hoseok's favorite.
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After dinner, Yoongi clears the table and washes the dishes while Hoseok keeps him warm and company by hugging him from behind and giving the shell of his ear little nips and kisses. "It tickles, Hoseokie," Yoongi whines but makes no move to jerk his head away. Hoseok ignores him and continues to kiss behind his ear. "By the way, I was thinking of trying something new tonight," he muses. Since they rarely get to engage in intercourse, they most likely make love under the warmth of their blankets whenever they get the rare chance but it's not like Hoseok finds it boring. Nothing is boring when he has Yoongi withering underneath him but he's feeling a little adventurous tonight, so why not.
"Honey, did you buy me another pair of lingerie again?" Yoongi looks over his shoulder and Hoseok takes this chance to peck his pretty pink lips before grinning. "No, but I wouldn't oppose to that. What color do you want this time, hm?" Yoongi laughs and wipes his hands dry on his apron before turning around and wrapping his arms around his husband's neck. "Stop spoiling me, I have yet to wear the periwinkle pair you bought me last night,"
"You know I love spoiling my lovely wife," Hoseok nuzzle his neck and Yoongi groans with a roll of his eyes but his smile is sweet and fond. "But nope, no lingerie tonight,"
"No? what do you have in mind then?" Yoongi tilts his head curiously, unable to read the meaning behind Hoseok's giddy expression. "I wanted it to be a secret so I'll just tell you the details," Yoongi quirks an eyebrow at that. He's a little worried but he and his husband share a few dozen kinks and fetishes so they should be alright or at least he hopes they will.
"I bought two cartons of strawberry milk last night, your favorite," Hoseok tells him and points at the fridge. "Why don't you chug them all down for me, yeah?"
"Two-two whole cartons?" Yoongi asks, wondering if he misheard. It's true, strawberry milk is his favorite post-bedtime drink but he's not sure if he can down two cartons in one sitting. If this is the 'new thing' Hoseok wanted to try out then it's an awfully questionable kink.
"Yes," Hoseok loosens his arms from around Yoongi's waist and pads towards the refrigerator where he fishes out two large cartons of strawberry milk and Yoongi wonders for a moment how he did not notice them in the first place when he's always in the kitchen preparing meals or cleaning out cupboards and cabinets. "Come on," the latter holds out his hand. Yoongi takes it without a second thought, almost like it's out of habit, and lets Hoseok drag him to their leathered couch. He's not even finished with the dishes but maybe that can wait since Hoseok looks rather excited.
"We're going to do it on the couch?" Yoongi asks when Hoseok plops down comfortably. "Wouldn't the bed be more comfortable when we undress?" and it's true. He remembers vaguely the first time they made love on this very couch. Hoseok never stopped complaining how the leather stuck to his skin like hot glue.
"I don't think you'd be very pleased if we end up soiling the bedsheets," Hoseok pats his lap and Yoongi gives him another curious and confused quirk of an eyebrow before crawling on him and straddling his waist obediently. "Hoseok, honey, we always end up dirtying the bedsheets when we have sex. What's the difference this time? I can always change it in the morning,"
Hoseok pinches his cheeks lightly, unable to hold down the urge. "Trust me, alright? You'll be a lot happier if we did this on the couch," and Yoongi doubts it a little because he loves making love on their warm and comfortable king size bed but it's not like he finds the couch uncomfortable, it's just that he prefers their bed when it comes to sexual activities.
"Now," Hoseok starts and grabs one of the cartons. He gives it a good shake before uncapping it. "Drink up, baby,"
Yoongi pouts but does what he's told. He takes the heavy carton with both hands and presses the mouth against his lips before tilting it, relishing at the cold and refreshing taste of his favorite drink surging down his dried throat. He usually limits himself to one glass a night but he would be lying if he said he never debated to grab seconds. "Such a cutie," Hoseok chuckles when Yoongi starts mewling in delight. He probably doesn't even notice it.
When he emptied the first carton, Yoongi release a loud and content sigh as he wipes his mouth with the back of his palm. Then he caps the empty carton and is about to crawl off Hoseok's lap when arms flew to wrap themselves around him. "Hoseok, I need to go to the toilet," Yoongi whines, squirming around uncomfortable because Hoseok is pressing heavily on his bladder. "No can do, baby. You still have another carton to finish," Hoseok leans to grab the carton and hands it to Yoongi who gives a pained expression.
"Hobi, I can't...I need to pee," but Hoseok shakes his head and gives his lock of hair a quick ruffle. "Be a good boy and finish your milk,"
Yoongi grumbles and groans simultaneously before uncapping the second carton and pouring it down his throat. He's not as content as the first carton and he keeps pausing to take a breath in through his mouth or to shift around on Hoseok's lap. It's clear that he's highly uncomfortable but his adorable, pained expression is just pure bliss to Hoseok who does nothing but sit back and watch as his lovely husband fill his bladder with his favorite drink.
Once both cartons are completely emptied out, Hoseok lovingly caressing Yoongi's plump belly. "Hoseok, please. I'll only take a second then you can have me as much you'd like," the older males whines and struggles to untangle himself from Hoseok's arms but they're wrapped tightly around him with no intention of letting go, almost like a boa constrictor with its prey.
"I like you this way though," Hoseok coos against his ear before running his hands all over his lover, caressing every inch of his skin. "You've gotten chubbier lately," he muses out loud, hands snaking up under Yoongi's oversized shirt to fondly grope his breasts. It's true, he had gained weight these past few months probably because he's always baking pastries and experimenting recipes when he's home alone. Hoseok doesn't mind though. In fact, he adores it a whole lot because it just goes to show how passionate Yoongi is with his culinary skills and hobbies but it also puts him at ease to know that Yoongi is eating well even when he's not around.
He continues to grope his chest, enjoying the sounds of pleasure Yoongi is shamelessly releasing. Then he trails his sinful hands towards the waistband of Yoongi's shorts and dips his fingers underneath the elastic band. "Hobi," Yoongi mewls but makes no move to stop his husband when he decides to yank his shorts off, revealing pretty tangles of laces caressing his pale skin. "Oh, what do we have here?" he sing-songs. Underneath Yoongi's shorts is a pair of cherry blossom-colored cotton laced panties that hugs the curve of his ass perfectly. "I-I wanted to surprise you," Yoongi says, words muffled behind his sweater paws. "Do you...do you like it?"
"Of course I do, baby. You're very beautiful in these," Hoseok assures as he leaves affectionate kisses all over Yoongi's flushed cheeks before pulling Yoongi towards him so his back is pressed against his broad torso then he lifts his legs up and gestures for Yoongi to hold on to them, to which he did by gripping the back of his thighs and pressing his knees against his shoulder.
In this position, he feels completely exposed and it's not helping that Hoseok is running his large hands everywhere, not leaving an inch of skin untouched. "Yoongi, baby?"
"M-mmh?" Yoongi cranes his neck to look up at his husband who's smiling rather innocently despite his intentions saying otherwise. "Can you be a good boy for me and not wet yourself?" Yoongi's cheeks instantly flush at that. He feels like a little boy, so naive and vulnerable in the palm of Hoseok's hand. It doesn't help that he feels highly uncomfortable because every time he moves a single muscle, his bladder shoots a piercing pain up his spine.
"Unless you want to be a very bad boy," Hoseok raises an eyebrow, tone amused and quite terrifying and that makes Yoongi's heart sink. No, he doesn't want to be a bad boy! He tries his hardest to give his husband everything and pleasure him in every way he possibly can; so when an order is whispered against his ear, his immediate response is to nod and comply even if it meant biting on his own tongue to stop himself from urinating. "I'll be a good boy," Yoongi announces, hoping his voice didn't tremble as much as his thighs are.
Satisfied with his reply, Hoseok grabs both his ass cheeks and squeezes them tightly before giving them a harsh spank then he opens the drawer next to the couch and pulls out a silicone-based toy, something that made Yoongi's eyes widen in both anticipation and worry. When Hoseok hovers the tip of the toy in front of his mouth, he didn't even think twice to part his lips and allows the latter to push the toy down his throat. It's met with no restriction and Hoseok hums in delight, so proud of his baby boy for swallowing the toy without his gag reflexes kicking in.
Once the toy is all the way down Yoongi's throat, Hoseok pulls it out and pushes it back in, and out, and in. He repeats this until the toy is coated with Yoongi's saliva, then he pulls it all the way out with a thin string of drool connecting Yoongi's tongue to the tip of the toy.
"Keep your legs up, baby," Hoseok warns when he notices his legs aching to touch the floor. He shoves Yoongi's panties to the side, exposing his puckering hole, and aligns the head of the dildo against his entrance before pushing it in and to his surprise, it slid in rather easily. Too easily.
"Were you a bad boy when I was gone, baby?" Hoseok asks as he continues to push the toy in. "N-No!" Yoongi quickly answers with a whine but Hoseok is not convinced at all. "Then were you cheating on me? Going around sitting on people's cocks like the huge slut you are?" it shouldn't turn him on this much to imagine his sweet, little husband getting his tiny ass plowed behind his back. The images of his Yoongi spreading his legs for other men and getting filled up to the brim on the bed they share every night, all because Hoseok rarely comes home early, it makes his cock twitch painfully in the restraints of his dress pants.
"I-I would never!" Yoongi half gasps, half moans when Hoseok twists the dildo so it's pressed up against his prostate. "I-I touched myself but I would never think of anyone else other than you," he releases his thighs and shifts so he's straddling Hoseok properly again, then he grabs his face and crashes their lips together. The kiss is desperate on Yoongi's side as if he's hoping to prove something but the silver band on his finger is proof enough.
"Babe," Hoseok chuckles against the mess of lips and clanking teeth. "I was joking," or maybe he's not, maybe he likes the idea of his husband getting absolutely wrecked by another man while he watches but that's another fetish for another day. Yoongi pulls away with a pout and playfully slaps Hoseok's chest. "Don't joke like that!"
"You're right, I'm sorry," Hoseok giggles sheepishly before pulling Yoongi closer and continuing what he was previously doing. "Maybe I should leave noticeable marks on your neck so the next time one of my co-workers pays a visit, they'll know who you belong to," he says in a low voice while twisting the toy in and out of Yoongi's entrance.
"Honey, they-they already know we're married-ah!" Yoongi moans, arms around Hoseok's neck and face buried in the crook of his shoulder. "Oh, my innocent baby," Hoseok croons. "If only you could see the way their hungry eyes undress you at the dinner table," His co-workers tend to pay them a visit to discuss business matters or to simply escape workloads together and Yoongi is always more than happy to cook them a feast and serve them alcohol but he's as dense as a brick and fails to notice how his husband's friends crowd too close to him or how annoyed Hoseok usually looks when he's pouring them drinks. If it wasn't for the risk of losing his job and being sent to prison, Hoseok would've gouged their eyes out and chopped off their perverted hands.
"Are you jealous, Hobi?" Yoongi's voice taunts and it makes Hoseok flinch. "Knowing I'm the reason why your 'friends' come to visit? Do you ever imagine how your 'friends' would turn your innocent husband into a begging, whining slut?" he's teasing, trying to grab the title of dominance. "Do you imagine what your sweet baby could be doing while you're on business trips? Your horny husband all alone with his hole so empty. What do you think is stopping me from calling over every guy I know and letting them fill me with their massive cocks while you're out there getting work done,"
"Don't fucking test me, baby boy," a loud growl rips from Hoseok's chest as he grips Yoongi's closer, heavy fingers drawing bruises where his hands rest. "You're mine." he unbuttons and unzips his pants, letting his cock slap against Yoongi's asscheek before yanking the toy out in a swift motion. He didn't even let Yoongi gasp or make a noise before he impales him on his cock, thrusting up and shoving his whole length briskly and without preamble. He's wrong, he takes it back. Yoongi is his and his alone and he doesn't want any other man spreading his legs behind his back; that sight is only meant for his own pleasure.
"Oh, god!—" Yoongi chokes on his words when Hoseok begins to pound into him. Hoseok just started fucking him but he’s already hitting all the right places and Yoongi’s hands scramble around, unable to decide if he wants to hold on or jerk himself off because as much as he wants to come, Hoseok's consistent jabs at his prostate keeps sending a sharp stabs of pain and arousal up his spine and down his bladder. Yoongi whines in frustration and resolves to gripping Hoseok's biceps for support. He feels completely useless like a pliant doll in Hoseok's complete control.
"Your such a slut aren't you, baby?" Hoseok spats, harsh and sharp. "You'd rather have other men fuck around with you, use you and throw you like trash?" Yoongi shakes his head rapidly, tears brimming his eyes and drool dripping down his chin. "N-no! Just want you...love your cock, Seokie," he only meant tease, only wanted to rile Hoseok up because he can't help but admit how steaming hot he is when he's angry but he took the wrong approached and entered a rather sensitive topic for all married couples.
"You expect me to believe that, you filthy slut?" Hoseok scowls. "You'd spread your legs for any man who asks, wouldn't you? fucking bitch. Maybe I should sell you to my friends. I'd earn a fortune and you'd be a lot more useful with your ass gaping open,"
"S-Seokie!" Yoongi breaks down into little sobs and this alarms Hoseok who immediately ceased his movements and lowers Yoongi's hips until he's seated on his lap.
"Babe?"
"Love...I-I love you," Yoongi continues to sob, unwanted tears rolling down his flushed cheeks. He's never a fan of extreme dirty talk but Hoseok seems to love it so he tends to endure it and remind himself that his harsh words are just meant to add fuel to their arousal but it felt too real and it taunts his insecurities deep inside. "Don't want anyone else. Just want-just want Seokie, only want my Seokseokie,"
"I know, Yoongi. I only want you too," Hoseok wraps his arms around him protectively, allowing him to sob in the comfort of his embrace. "I went too far. I'm sorry, baby," Yoongi curls further into him and mewls like a tiny kitten. "Don't-don't sell me..."
"I'd never. It was a mean joke, Yoongi. I'm sorry," maybe they should scratch off dirty talk off of their list. Hoseok forgot how sensitive Yoongi is especially when he's aroused and vulnerable like this. "You feeling better now, sweetheart?" Yoongi looks up with his eyes still red and puffy and it breaks Hoseok's heart to know that he was the reason for his tears. "I'm okay now, Hobi. Thank you,"
"What's your color, baby?" Hoseok asks, not wanting to rush anything in fear of causing another round of waterworks. "Green, fuck me please," teasingly, Yoongi starts to roll his hips, hoping to bring back the intense heat that had previously taken control over every single will they had and Hoseok allows him to lead for a moment before taking the wheel and guiding Yoongi on his cock. He maneuvers his hips while he bounces, helping him set the perfect angle until he's comfortable enough to move on his own, bouncing rapidly on Hoseok's huge cock without any shame for the moans and cries he's letting out oh so melodically.
"Good, so good!" Yoongi chants, voice amplifying with each second passing and it's beautiful; their sounds of pleasure creating perfect harmony with the wet squelches of Hoseok's cock. He's so high in pleasure that he has forgotten the pinching in his bladder and is replaced with the urge to cum.
"Y-You're so tight for me, baby," Hoseok grunts, breathing heavily as he watches Yoongi's adorable face scrunched up at the intensity. He begins to thrust up, meeting Yoongi's ass on the way and it adds force to the impact when they're both moving and it creates a strong wave of pleasure shooting up their spines, igniting every cell they have. He then lifts the hem of Yoongi's oversized sweater and grabs his cocklet through the panties, causing him to moan breathily. He reaches inside the panties through one of the leg holes and pulls out Yoongi’s tiny cock, loving the sound of the garter snapping against Yoongi’s skin. He wraps his thumb and index finger around the shaft and pulls down the intact foreskin, licking his lips at the sight of his slit glistening as beads of precum oozes out. Judging from the sounds he's making, Hoseok can tell how close Yoongi is so he fastens their pace as he jerks Yoongi's cock, alternating between digging his thumbnail into the slit and rolling the head between his fingers.
"Seokie, I wanna come," Yoongi throws his arms around his shoulder and moans against his neck. His thighs are starting to get tired and sore but he's enjoying the adrenaline and pleasure too much to stop now. He chants Hoseok's name incoherently, chasing his orgasm that's lingering just out of reach, practically ghosting over the tips of his fingers.
"Let it out, baby," Hoseok continues to thrust up into him, hitting the perfect bundles of nerves with accuracy. "Let it all out on me," and so Yoongi did almost instantly as he latches his teeth into the crook of Hoseok's shoulder and bites down to stifle his wanton cries while his tiny cock squirts out ropes and ropes of cum that splatters against the latter's dress shirt. After cumming, a heavy stream flows out of his cock and Yoongi cries as he urinates with his whole body trembling from the over-sensitivity.
"Shit, Yoon," Hoseok curses. The sharp pain on his shoulder combined with the pleasure and the sensation of Yoongi's warm urine soaking his clothes are enough to slowly push him over the edge. After a mere two thrusts later, he's cumming into Yoongi's warmth, filling his belly with plenty of cum. He continues to thrust inside him in a lazy pace to milk himself out before ceasing every movement and slumping against the couch in exhaustion.
Yoongi is still peeing when Hoseok finished milking himself and he mewls in embarrassment. He reaches between his legs and cups his cock with his hands, willing himself to stop and it stings when the stream is forcibly cut short. "Why'd you stop, baby?" Hoseok raises an eyebrow and pulls Yoongi's face out of his hiding spot. "Toilet," Yoongi whimpers, eyes wide and teary as his lips wobble.
"Just pee on me, sweetheart. I don't mind," Hoseok coos, unable to resist kissing his flushed cheeks damped with tears. When Yoongi refuses, Hoseok grabs his wrists and pulls it away. "It hurts, doesn't it. That's because you stopped midstream," he grabs the tiny appendage between his fingers and lightly pinches the head, causing a few drops of urine to dribble out.
"H-Hobi, don't," Yoongi's voice trembles, eyes brimming with fresh tears as Hoseok continues to help him but it's embarrassing. He's an adult male who should have self-control over his own bladder, but then again - he's Hoseok's baby.
"That's my good boy," Hoseok praises when Yoongi finally continues to urinate. Clear liquid flows out and coats his hand completely whilst soaking the sleeve of his dress shirt and pools around them on the couch. When the stream stops and he's emptied out his bladder, Yoongi collapses against Hoseok's chest, sobbing quietly with his face entirely red. Hoseok doesn't say anything and simply envelopes him in a tight hug, assuring him that everything is fine and that he's here.
They stay there for a couple of minutes, enjoying each other's company and the warmth still present around them. But then Yoongi starts to get restless as he shifts around uncomfortably on Hoseok's lap.
"You alright, baby?" Hoseok questions with a quirk of his eyebrow. Usually, Yoongi falls asleep right after sex but tonight is rather different.
"It-It's a little bit uncomfortable," Yoongi replies with a pout as he pulls away and lifts his sweater up to reveal his soaked panties. His cock had gone flaccid and the material of his underwear is sticking to his pale skin like a second layer of skin. It does look uncomfortable but sexy at the same time, though, Hoseok won't admit the last part.
"Should we take a shower then?" Hoseok suggests and Yoongi didn't even give that idea a second thought before nodding, eager to feel soap and water against his sweaty skin.
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The hot water rains against his back as they kiss passionately. The moment they stepped out of their clothes and turned on the shower, they couldn't help but pull each other into a playful kiss, innocent and silly but that kiss soon turned passionate and loving until it's like they didn't need oxygen to live as if the very presence of their lover's lips against theirs is enough to keep their hearts beating and maybe it is.
"I love you," is what Yoongi whispers in the steam-filled room when they pulled away. His lips are pink and glossy and his eyes are fond and filled with mystery that only Hoseok can decipher as if it's only meant for him and it is.
"And I love you," Hoseok whispers back, stepping closer to kiss his husband's button nose that scrunches from the warm affection. Sometimes he wonders if it's even possible to be this in love with a person and sometimes he fears this could all just be a dream due to how perfect everything is.
"What're you thinking about?" Yoongi wonders, fingers dancing along the sharp line of Hoseok's jaw. "You," Hoseok replies sheepishly and Yoongi bursts into laughter that reaches his beautiful eyes. "You're so cheesy," Yoongi giggles when his laughter ceased and Hoseok pulls him into another blissful kiss underneath the water.
Hoseok could leave everything behind and run away as soon as the next hour. His pockets are deep enough to allow him to run away to a tropical island and leave his mountains and mountains of work and stress. It's that easy but what's stopping him is the life he has here at home. A tropical island is relaxing and without a doubt a nice place for vacation but it lacks numerous necessities like a comfy bed, homecooked Gejang, and a loving house husband. Besides, Yoongi is far more than enough to break through his walls of insecurities and stress. He doesn't need a tropical island when he's got his very own utopia back at home; where the love of his life is.