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The dorm was quiet, all the members still sleeping in the pre-dawn hours. Hoseok stretched his tired muscles, sore in ways that his constant dancing couldn’t explain away. He blinked his eyes open, the room around him dimly lit by the coloured lights on their electronics.
Knowing he probably wasn’t going to be able to get back to sleep, Hoseok slipped out of his bed, careful to stay quiet in order to not wake his still-sleeping roommate. Since he and Jimin were the only two members who still shared a room, they’d been given the largest one, which was the only one with an ensuite bathroom, meaning Hoseok wouldn’t be disturbing anyone else when he hopped into the shower.
Twenty minutes later, cleaned up from the previous night’s activities and morning skincare completed, Hoseok reentered the bedroom, rubbing his still damp hair with a soft microfibre towel. The white towel that hung low on his hips was starting to slide off, and he didn’t bother to catch it as it dropped to the floor; even if Jimin had awoken, he wouldn’t mind. The light from the bathroom spilled into the room from behind him, casting a silhouette of his sleeping roommate on the wall. Something about it struck Hoseok as weird, until he stepped closer and realized what was causing the distortion in the shadow that had been bugging him.
Despite how tired his dick must be from the night before, little Jiminie had morning wood.
Though maybe it was because of the group sexcapades they’d all partaken in that Jimin was still horny. Hoseok knew he’d be dreaming about the previous night for weeks to come, and he’d probably be the one waking up hard and aching soon enough. But for today, he could help out his sweet Jimin and give him a bit of relief. Perhaps they could also make up for the oversight that among all the dirty, depraved, and downright nasty acts they’d engaged in the night before, the two of them hadn’t fucked. That was the true tragedy of the situation, and one he could rectify immediately.
Thankfully his morning ablutions had included an enema.
Just the thought of having Jimin’s cock inside him had his own dick stirring, and Hoseok reached down to tease it lazily. Returning to his own bed, he grabbed a bottle of lube and set about opening himself back up.
Once his ministrations had his ass comfortably stretched and his erection was at full mast, Hoseok set about the morning’s primary task: getting his rocks off on Jimin’s cock. Carefully, he slowly pulled the blanket from the younger man’s body, hoping that the cool air of the room wouldn’t wake the younger man prematurely. Not that Hoseok was planning on Jimin being asleep much longer, but he was hoping to wake him in a much more pleasant manner.
Jimin wore a loose white tee shirt and pale blue boxers to bed, and he looked almost cherubic curled up in his soft sheets, with his blond hair spread over the nest of pillows near his head. The innocent look was only marred by the tent in his underwear, the head of his cock peeking out through the slit at the front. That was where Hoseok’s eyes were trained as he crawled up the bed, looking and feeling almost predator-like with the lithe movements meant to get him in position without disturbing Jimin.
Pinching the loose fabric and wiggling it around a bit, Hoseok finally bared his bandmate’s dick, smiling wide in triumph. He moved his body around on the bed, placing himself so he’d be able to see Jimin’s face clearly when he woke up, then began teasing his semi-erect member with the tip of his tongue.
The little kitten licks didn’t draw much of a response, Jimin shifted once but not enough to wake, so Hoseok continued, growing bolder and using more of his tongue. Jimin wasn’t waking, nor was he getting harder as the other had hoped, so he changed his tactics. He fit his lips around the head of his roommate’s cock and then in one quick movement, swallowed the half-hard member down his throat, teasing the back of his throat and making his eyes water.
Jimin’s response was instantaneous, his eyes flying open as his abdominal muscles contracted, pulling him up into an involuntary crunch that nearly pulled his dick from Hoseok’s mouth.
“Holy-” Jimin gasped, opening his eyes to see what was happening below his waist. Hoseok met his eyes and smiled as best he could with a cock in his mouth, his hands holding onto the younger’s hips to keep him from shifting away any further. “What’s- AH!” Jimin cried out as his roommate swallowed around his now fully erect dick, feeling the way the older man’s throat contracted and seeing the drool already escaping the side of his mouth. “You are way too good at that.”
Hoseok pulled back and preened at the compliment. “Practice makes perfect,” he said with a wink, then returned to sucking, letting his lips flare and allowing drool run down Jimin’s shaft, getting all wet and messy just as he knew the younger preferred.
Jimin fell back against his pillow nest, his hand moving to rest on the top of Hoseok’s head as he bobbed up and down; he wasn’t controlling the darker haired man’s movements or forcing him lower, just lightly gripping a handful of his slightly damp hair as if to reassure himself that he wasn’t still dreaming.
Once Hoseok began to slow, drawing a whimper out of the other man and making him sit up again, Jimin finally asked, “Not that I mind, but can I ask what prompted you to wake me up with your mouth on my cock? It’s like you jumped into my dream and made it real.” The older man smiled and pushed Jimin back down into a prone position and tugged at his shorts, making his dongsaeng raise his hips to get them down his thighs and off, leaving him bare from the waist down. Hoseok began kissing his way up the smaller man’s toned body, pushing his shirt out of the way to bare his golden skin inch by inch.
“That was just to get you hard,” Hoseok explained, moving his legs to either side of Jimin’s torso. “You never fucked me last night.” Jimin’s shirt was pushed up as far as it would go, so Jimin twisted slightly to pull it off his shoulders and throw it to the floor.
Jimin groaned as Hoseok settled on top of him, feeling the slickness between the other’s ass cheeks from his prep earlier. “I didn’t?” Jimin was still hazy from sleep, and the lust addling his brain wasn’t helping. “Are you sure, hyung? I mean, I must have. I know you went to bed complaining of being fucked out, I tucked you in myself.”
Hoseok shook his head slowly, making a low noise of disagreement. “You always take such good care of me, but I’d have remembered if I’d had this inside me.” He reached back and fisted Jimin’s thick cock, pressing it against his ass to get it slick and increase the friction.
Jimin’s small hands flew up to grip Hoseok’s hips and grind up against him, trying to press at the right angle to catch on the elder’s puffy rim and slide inside. Hoseok cooed, “Aw, is my Jiminie that desperate for me already?” A wicked smile spread across his face as he teased. “I missed you too, baby. Been too long since we did this.” Jimin smiled back at him, helping the other man to lift his hips, thinking Hoseok would be adjusting to take his cock.
Hoseok couldn’t let him have it that easy, though. Part of him was a little offended that Jimin hadn’t even realized that in all the fornicating, the two of them hadn’t managed to be together. At least, it was as good an excuse as any to tease the hell out of his dongsaeng.
Instead of sinking onto his lover’s weeping cock, Hoseok sat back onto Jimin’s thighs, letting their erections slide against each other. He added another squirt of lube before leaning down over the younger man, taking his mouth again with an unexpected passion, given that he seemed to be slowing things down. Hoseok flexed his hips as Jimin raised his own, rutting against each other like overeager teenagers too scared to go all the way but still desperate for contact.
“Have I ever mentioned…” Jimin gasped between kisses, “how lucky I am to have you as a roommate, hyung?”
Hoseok giggled against the other’s mouth, giving him one last quick kiss before moving his mouth down the column of Jimin’s neck, careful not to leave any marks in his wake. The stylist-noonas would have his head if he marked up one of the other boys again (the fact that it happened regularly enough that they could recognize who was the culprit was bad enough).
Hands wandered over each other’s bodies, feeling so familiar but still so exciting. Jimin wrapped his arms around to feel Hoseok’s shoulders moving beneath his skin. Hoseok let his hands explore all over, brushing over his lover’s abdomen lightly enough to tickle, making the muscles beneath his fingers flex suddenly, giving him new ridges to trace. Moving on, he spread his large hand over Jimin’s ass and down to his luscious thigh, groaning as his fingers sank into the supple flesh there.
The way Hoseok’s hands moved over his body - trailing sparks as they went, sparks that burrowed straight to Jimin’s core - left him helpless to stop the moan that escaped his lips. They could get lost like this for hours, just kissing and feeling each other, and they had many times before. Jimin was so hard, though, leaking precum between them, and he needed his hyung to make good on his promise of letting him slide into that tight, wet hole and lose himself there. They would both feel so, so good, and the blond had to hold himself back from grabbing Hoseok and flipping him onto the bed, simply fucking him into the mattress until he was senseless.
Feeling himself getting lost in Jimin and losing sight of his goal of teasing the other man a bit more before they got what they both wanted so badly, Hoseok moved his hands to brace himself above the younger and look down on him once again. A playful smirk crossed Jimin’s sweet face, though his lover knew there was more than mischief behind that eye smile because he felt the horny bastard sliding his leg between Hoseok’s and hooking it around his knee. It was a move he’d use often, bracing himself to twist them both and get his partner under him, and it took Hoseok’s breath away every time.
Just the thought of his bandmate manhandling him like that was nearly enough to break Hoseok’s resolve, and he had to sit back up to remove the temptation. As much as he would love letting Jimin take control like that (oh boy would he love it), that was not what he’d set out to do. He wanted to have his pretty dongsaeng weak beneath him, sobbing while Hoseok rode him. If he didn’t get on with it, he was liable to let his own strength kink get the better of him, so get on with it he must.
Sitting back and wrapping his long fingers around both of their dicks, Hoseok squeezed hard enough to make Jimin grunt at the mixture of pain and pleasure. “You’re so messy already, Jiminie,” he commented, adding a squirt of lube mixed with precum from both of them to ease the slide of his hand. “You want to be inside me bad, hmm?” Want hyung to make you feel good?” Jimin nodded as eagerly as he could with his head already raised to look down at what the other was doing, and dug his fingers into Hoseok’s hips again to ground himself a bit.
“Please, hyung,” he asked sweetly. “I wanna make you feel good too.”
“You will, baby,” Hoseok assured him. “You’re gonna be a good boy, and fill me up so well, until I come all over your pretty face. Aren’t you, baby?” Jimin moaned and flexed his hips up, pushing himself further into the elder’s hand.
“Wanna be good for you, Hobi-hyung,” the smaller man agreed. “I’ll be so, so good.”
Hoseok raised himself up once again, and reached down between them to hold Jimin’s cock exactly where he needed it. “I know you will, Jiminie baby,” he said, his voice light but with a touch of a threat behind it. “Because only good boys get to come in hyung, right?”
Jimin’s whine became a gasp as Hoseok sank down on him, his tight ring of muscle stretching just enough to let the other’s dick push through, still tight enough to make Jimin see stars.
Hoseok loved the way he could see the pleasure Jimin was feeling reflected on his face. The seductively parted lips, the flush creeping from his shoulders to his cheeks, the way his eyes stayed open as if shocked by it all. No matter how many times they’d done this over the years, the thrill of it never got old. Gone were the days of frantic fumbling under the covers, terrified of getting caught by one of the other members, or worse. Their relationship, however undefined it was, had grown and reshaped itself as time went on, but to Hoseok they were still the same boys with a shared passion and hearts that danced together to music only they could hear.
Capturing that beat between them, Hoseok set the pace of his hips as he moved, one that he knew would drive Jimin crazy. Rolling up onto his knees and then back down, feeling the slide of the younger’s cockhead inside him, going hard and fast from the start before switching it up and just rolling his hips in a slow circle. The whines and gasps he was pulling from Jimin only served to motivate him further.
Hoseok kept up a patter of teasing words, his voice still a little husky from sleep and from trying not to wake the others through the thin walls. His hands stayed busy as well, not letting his lover focus on one feeling long enough to crest over that ultimate peak. Every time he changed pace, angle, position, Jimin protested. “Please, hyung,” he asked for the fourth or fifth time. “I was getting so close.”
Hoseok chuckled. “Hmm, that doesn’t sound like you really want it,” he teased.
Jimin felt like he was going crazy. Every time he felt the edges of his orgasm starting to build, Hoseok did something to pull him back. He both loved and hated how his roommate knew his body so well; Hoseok could read when he was getting close, knew just how much pain to mix with the pleasure to drive him up the wall, how easily distracted he was when his cock was being teased. Jimin was confused when Hoseok climbed off of him entirely, worried the older man was going to leave him aching for the rest of the day, before he realized what his hyung was doing.
He hadn’t really expected to have to use this particular move, but Hoseok was getting too close to coming and he didn’t want to do that before he got the tears and begging from his partner that he’d been dreaming of all morning. Pushing both of Jimin’s legs up against his own chest, Hoseok took advantage of his roommates natural flexibility and rolled him back even further, as if he was lining up to switch and top the younger instead. He grabbed a pillow and shoved it under Jimin’s lower back for support, then stood to straddle the back of his thighs. Reaching between Jimin’s legs, Hoseok grabbed his cock and lined it up with his own hole once again.
Hoseok loved this position, not only because the angle was a good one for him, but because he always felt so powerful, having his partner twisted up beneath him, at his mercy. He watched Jimin’s eyes roll back in his head, his breath coming even faster from the more restrictive position. “How’s this, baby?” he asked.
Jimin groaned as tears began to fill his eyes. “Please, hyung,” he got out. “Please, I am so close. I’ve been a good boy. Please, let me come.” Hoseok grinned in triumph, picking up his pace and fucking himself onto Jimin harder and faster instead of answering. If the younger tried to wait for explicit permission, he didn’t show it, as moments later he was crying out as he came inside his hyung.
Knowing he only had a short while to get himself as close as he could, Hoseok didn’t slow down and tilted his pelvis to get the head of Jimin’s cock sliding right over his prostate. By the time the blond was crying out at the overstimulation and going soft, tears flowing freely down the sides of his face, Hoseok took pity and let his lover’s cock slide out of him.
Rather than moving away, Hoseok moved further up Jimin’s body, until the tip of his engorged cock was bobbing in front of the other’s face. The younger obliged by opening those luscious lips of his and sticking out his tongue. Frantically jerking his own cock, Hoseok grunted when he erupted across Jimin’s face, painting his tongue and cheeks white with cum.
They were both panting as Hoseok fell to one side, letting Jimin lower his legs back to the bed. The elder reached for the pack of wipes they kept nearby, quickly cleaning himself off and handing a second wipe to Jimin to do the same.
Jimin moved to leave the bed, but Hoseok slid his arms around the other man, holding him close. “Stay,” he demanded, becoming clingy in the afterglow. “It’s too early to get up. Hyung wants cuddles.” Jimin giggled and snuggled into Hoseok’s arms, reaching to pull a blanket up to cover them both.
Just as they were starting to drift back to sleep, someone knocked loudly at their door. “Come on, guys,” the manager on the other side called. “No time to be ‘Jimin’ today, we have a schedule to keep.”
Hoseok grabbed an extra pillow and threw it at the still closed door. “It’s Sunday, manager-nim!” he complained. “We’re supposed to get to sleep in on Sunday.”
Jimin and Hoseok shared a look of understanding, knowing their idle time was over. “You know,” Jimin commented. “I like the way you woke me up way better.”