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they have dance practice after filming the run episode which is pretty normal. except hoseok decides to change into a pretty shirt with flowers on it and shorts which show off his long pretty legs and yoongi feels like his mouth is watering despite the big lunch they had.
they finish up earlier than usual somehow. must be everyone channelling their leftover frustration from cooking. it was not easy at all, poor taehyung just wanted to have A Good and Cultured Time. hoseok says “good job team!” before slipping away and yoongi watches him go, his water bottle cleanly missing his mouth and dribbles water everywhere.
its only later, nearer to 2 am when yoongi’s eyes start hurting from staring at his screen, too much to be ignored, that he goes in search of hoseok. he exits his own studio, takes 5 steps to one opposite, opens the door. he goes to lean against the work table, watching patiently for a bit. hoseok’s brows are furrowed around a newish track but he’s not all the way focused. his jaw isn’t set to grinding.
taking that as a cue to proceed, yoongi slowly tugs the chair away from the table and slides into hoseok’s lap. feels his strong muscular thighs beneath his own sweatpants clad ones. cups hoseok’s face in his hands, his thumb reaching out to trace the younger’s bottom lip.
hoseok reaches out, saves his works first. he hums lazily in acknowledgement, keeping his hands to himself. “can i help you sweetheart?”
yoongi only continues to trace hoseok’s lip in response. he doesn’t feel like talking. just wants hoseok near, just wants . he can feel the younger watching him intently, making the heat rise in his cheeks and fuelling him with the urge to hide. but he resists. slides his other hand down to feel up hoseok’s shirt instead. rotates his hips a little to get some pressure off his cock.
“did you come in here to feel good babe?”
yoongi nods slowly, revelling in the pleasure of just moving, of touching hoseok’s flat stomach and his beautiful chest with his pretty nipples. suddenly he decides he wants to see all of it too, so he hastily unbuttons the offending shirt. head tilted up, gaze heavy on yoongi as he takes what he wants: just like this, he is sinfully attractive.
but then the delicious picture before him shifts, as hoseok grabs the back of his head and pulls him down for a searing kiss.
its a filthy wet open mouth kiss and yoongi can’t stop a moan from spilling out. and its like hoseok is reading his mind because he pulls away to ask, “is this what you’ve been waiting for baby?”
yoongi can only settle for nodding again, frantically, before he’s being kissed into sweet oblivion, hips still moving of their own accord. he barely registers when his ass is being gripped tightly and he’s lifted bodily into the air, legs wrapped around hoseok’s waist. its only when hoseok starts to unwrap his legs that he pauses, tries to focus again, a confused sound escaping his mouth.
“shhh its okay i’m just trying to make this easier alright? want to make you feel good.” he turns yoongi around, bare chest pressed up against yoongi’s thin tshirt and sits him back down on his generous lap. yoongi can feel his hard cock between his ass cheeks and he can’t help but to grind down on it. he wants to hear hoseok react too, and the muttered curse he hears is sweet victory.
“easy kitten, i want to focus on you. just you. you did so well today. you always cook such delicious food for us. for me. i want to say thank you okay?”
he’s kissing yoongi’s neck after every sentence and yoongi swears he’s actually melting, held together only by hoseok’s loving arms, which are also stopping his hips. and oh god. his hand has started squeezing yoongi’s cock through his sweatpants. there’s a delighted gasp, before hoseok’s warm, slightly rough hand darts underneath the waistband to pull it out.
“no underwear huh? so naughty yoongi-yah.” fuck, the wicked little giggle and the whisper of his name made his cock twitch.
“mmm your dick feels so heavy in my hand. bet it’d feel so fucking good inside me baby. i’d even ride you so you wouldn’t have to do anything. you can just lay back and let me take care of everything.”
yoongi whines desperately at this. hoseok’s stroking him just the way he likes, fast, and he keeps flicking his thumb over the tip. and talking to him while he does so, his cock still moving in between yoongi’s ass and the pleasure is starting to get overwhelming. they’re still fully clothed in the middle of hobi’s studio and granted, its late enough that no one’s around to eavesdrop through the soundproof walls, but it still excites yoongi tremendously. the smell of hoseok, clean and citrusy, the smell of the candle he has burning, something sugary. everything just crashes through him in that moment.
“hoseok…” his voice sounds so pathetically wrecked to his own ears.
“come on baby, you can come.”
and so he does, spilling all over hoseok’s hands, still grinding down on hoseok’s dick, hoseok’s teeth biting him gently on the shoulder. yes, the pleasure ran all the way through. so delicious. so worth waiting all day for. this was all he wanted.
“you did so well yoongi.” he turns yoongi’s head, kisses him deeply, gently, before rolling them closer to the table to grab some wet wipes for his hand. yoongi lays boneless, curling up when he’s done cleaning, tucks his face into hoseok’s neck.
“thank you.”
“no problem love. let’s go home now okay?”