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"This cock is gonna have to keep coming for me."
"I think you should watch my mouth for me, Alpha."
"I'm all yours, Alpha. All fucking yours."
"What if I like that you haven't got another bitch... that you haven't got another mate... and what if I fucking love that you haven't got another Alpha baby."
"Come on, babe. I need it. My entire body's aching for you..."
"Mm-hmm. Do you know why I'm only naughty with you?... because I belong to you."
"Wanna keep going for you. Keep going... keep going... until yo-"
RING RING
Namjoon's eyes snapped opened in irritation, immediately squinting at the streams of light seeping through their curtains.
He groaned loudly as he turned to see the alarm going off beside him, the sound downright awful, and likely being the thing to wake him up.
He was careless as he outstretched his arm to turn it off, hating how obnoxiously loud the ringing was. When the room fell silent, he fell back to the bed, sighing when remnants of his sleep flickered through his head.
Fuck, that was a hell of a dream that had just been interrupted.
It was then that his gaze fell to Hoseok, stirring in a half-asleep state beside him. He was on his back and close enough for Namjoon to assume he'd been sleeping in his arms a second ago.
He got back into the cuddle position and slung his hand and leg over Hoseok again, much like a koala on its favorite tree. He leaned up to take a deep breath of his scent, feeling his body relax with the more than familiar peach aroma.
The urge to nuzzle into his skin overtook his other thoughts, and so like the over-obsessed mate he was, he scented Hoseok, mouthing at his neck. P
At the same time, he shifted onto Hoseok properly, pressing his front to Hoseok's and in the process, their lower halves together. He could feel how he was already half hard from his dream, and lazily grinded against him to alleviate some of the ache.
"Really?" Hoseok groaned after a second, clearly part amused but part still tired. He could smell the arousal seeping from his mate's scent gland and didn't even know what to say except, "First thing in the morning?"
Namjoon took a deep breath again, "Can't help it. I'm sorry." He responded, but despite his words, he didn't stop what he was doing. If anything, he took the opportunity to move his body down and begin his torments properly.
Hoseok hummed. "No, you aren't." He replied, keeping his eyes closed.
"Hmm." Namjoon smirked in agreement, biting the shell of his ear and sliding his hands over Hoseok's thankfully bare chest. "It's your fault anyway."
The other made a noise of retaliation. "I didn't do anything. I've been fast asleep."
Namjoon gave a playful bite to his shoulder. "Not in my dream you weren’t."
Hoseok laughed humorlessly. "It's hardly my fault that you dream of me." There was a smug tinge to the sentence, essentially nullifying the bite of his words.
His mate's arousal never failed to make his inner Alpha preen, endlessly prideful at how Namjoon needed him to such an extent. He couldn't control the way his scent strengthened.
Namjoon picked up on it and knew, then and there, that he would get what he wanted with minimal effort. He sucked on Hoseok's scent gland, little groans escaping both of them at the contact.
Despite this, Hoseok frowned. "Baby, let me sleep." He complained, not actively doing anything to stop him though.
Namjoon could see no real harshness in the complaints he was giving, making him ask Hoseok, "So you don't wanna know what I was imagining?" He gave slow kisses to the side of his neck to convince him.
The other ignored it for a grand total of five seconds before mentally rolling his eyes and letting the curiosity get the better off him. "Go on, tell me." He grunted, cursing the absence of his own self-restraint.
Namjoon bit his lip, grinding down on him again. It was a few seconds before he answered, creating a thin layer of suspense in the air.
"I was thinking of the other night." He whispered in his ear while shifting down to align their crotches.
Hoseok processed the words almost immediately, his hands creeping up Namjoon's legs to his thighs. A soft moan left him, already knowing how the dream must've been, considering how eventful the other night was.
He knew exactly what that was. An even deeper moan left him when he felt how hard Namjoon was. "That good, huh?"
Namjoon started to roll his hips in circles, hands still splayed over Hoseok's chest, feeling it buzz with his groans. "You don't even know. The things you were saying and doing. Fuck, Alpha baby."
And there it was. That damn pet name that always made it impossible for him to say no to Namjoon.
He groaned, pushing his hips up into the other's, a simple act that wouldn't fail in getting him hard if it continued. He lifted a hand to the back of Namjoon's head, fingers gripping the strands as kisses were planted over his neck.
Namjoon took the response as encouragement and began to let his touch wander to the edge of Hoseok's boxers. At the same time, his kisses had turned into soft tastes of his skin, occasionally drifting to his jaw.
He shifted to straddle him properly, the position very familiar to him but admittedly not one he'd been in for a while.
Hoseok gave Namjoon a pleased smile, eyes blinking away the remnants of his sleep. "Mmm. There I was thinking you were gonna say how much you wanted to reenact that night. But all this dreaming seems to have got you quite needy..." He paused, "You wqant me to fuck you, baby...?"
Namjoon felt Hoseok's fingers drop down and grab a handful of his ass, making him moan in approval of both the question and the action, knowing Hoseok had already caught onto his hints.
Of course he had, Hoseok always knew what he wanted.
He gave no proper response and instead just moved to the other side of Hoseok's neck and licked at his scent gland, liking the way his scent was thickening and starting to project. It brought him endless pride knowing how much his mate was affected by him.
Funny, because Hoseok seemed to have the same magnitude of control over him too.
He was very quickly reminded of that fact when Hoseok switched their places over, already between his legs. A soft gasp left him, and his eyes snapped open to meet Hoseok's amused ones.
"Tell me what you want..." Hoseok teased, hands on the pillow either side of his head.
"Fuck, I want you." Namjoon responded immediately, legs finding their designated place around the back of his thighs and pulling him in. He relaxed against the bed, head falling to the pillow as he looked up at him
"Same as always then." Hoseok teased, caging him in even more. "We're just so good at it, aren't we?
Namjoon felt his stomach lurch in desire. He all but mewled as Hoseok dove into his neck and started to tease his teeth against the soft skin there. When he felt Hoseok scenting him, he melted into it, letting out a breath he didn't even know he has been holding.
He moaned a breathy yes, tipping his head back and to the side to give him more space. His arms wrapped around Hoseok's torso, fingers already digging into his back. "Please..."
Hoseok grinded his cock down against Namjoon's thigh, a low groan leaving him at the same time as the other.
He then moved out of his neck, watching as Namjoon's focus shifted from his eyes to his mouth and back. With a smirk, he leaned in, ghosting a kiss to his waiting lips.
"You already know..." He dragged a finger down Namjoon's clothed cock. "I never have a problem taking care of what's mine."
Namjoon's mouth dropped open in a flustered moan, finding the dominance attractive beyond belief. He was buzzing in anticipation for the kisses and touches Hoseok was taunting him with. "Please."
Hoseok wouldn't be able to find any self-control even if he wanted to. It was clear that even just one word of Namjoon's could be his biggest weakness.
He kissed him hard, thanking fate that wolves didn't have morning breath. He was really slow and lazy with it, but still insistent enough to pry Namjoon's lips open. He took control of his mouth like a man on a mission, wanting it all for himself.
His hand cupped him between the legs, making a string of moans pour into the kiss from his mate's end.
Said mate was finding it hard to keep up with Hoseok. He had never gotten used to how dominant he could be. It came as a surprise every time, especially since he was so outwardly caring and calm in their relationship.
But damn. Hoseok sure had a different side of him. One which only he got to see.
He could feel himself getting needier and needier by the second just thinking of it. He was so close to voicing his want for more, when they were interrupted.
It just had to be at that moment that Hoseok's phone rang, the tune having never been so annoying in his damn life. He gave no leeway for the other to pull away, and selfishly kept his mouth captive.
Hoseok took that as a hint and paid no attention to the phone.
Yet, when it continued ringing for at least 5 more seconds, he had his doubts. He paused their kiss, much to Namjoon's disapproval. With an apologetic peck, he reached over for it.
Namjoon beat him to it. He hadn't turned from Hoseok's face, and so as soon as he had it in his hand, he stole Hoseok's lips again. He held the phone as far away as he could, intending for the person ringing to give up so it would no longer be their problem.
Before it could do that though, Hoseok lifted up and grabbed it off him without even looking. Alpha reflexes.
At that moment, he was still responding to the kiss Namjoon had so selfishly begun, and so chose to end it with a chastising bite of his lip.
His eyes stared at his panting mate below him as he got a hold of the phone properly.
He answered the call immediately after. It was Yoongi, and he would've asked to postpone the conversation if not for the fact that they rarely got messages so early in the morning from their betas.
And there were only two reasons for a call from him, and not Jin. One (the worse one) - Something had gone terribly wrong. Two (the okay one) - He was running late for something important.
Thankfully, it seemed to be the latter. But even then, he already knew he was going to have to cut his current entanglement with Namjoon short.
He held back his moans as Namjoon started kissing down his neck and pressing their bodies together in a very distracting manner. Trying to remain as level-headed as he could, he listened to what his beta had to say.
It was easier said than done.
He was listening to Yoongi briefing him on the meeting in one ear, and Namjoon's heavy breaths in the other.
Then, he felt the way Namjoon wound his arms around him tighter, obviously hearing the phone call and disapproving the idea of him leaving. "No, no, no, please..." Namjoon mouthed to him.
The touches on Hoseok's body became all the more prominent, as if to entice him. Not that he needed enticement. If he had to choose, it would be Namjoon any day. But when duty called, duty really called.
As he expected, Yoongi was reminding him of a meeting that had been arranged for the upkeep of their Bighit Treaty, now re-named HYBE to be more inclusive.
He looked over Namjoon for a few seconds, keeping his warm body in his hold and looking at the way he could neither stay still, nor stop rubbing himself against him. He stroked his hair understandingly, not oblivious to the frown that was now on Namjoon's face.
"Sure. I'll be there as soon as I can." He ended the call with.
As soon as it was turned off, Namjoon frowned, pulling Hoseok in between his legs again and nuzzling into his shoulder.
The other indulged in the skinship a few seconds of it, but then used all his willpower to not get lost in it. "Baby, I gotta go." He whispered, stroking his cheek.
Namjoon's expression was all but menacing as he fell to the bedsheets dejectedly. "Of all times. It had to be now."
Hoseok pecked the corner of his mouth before trying to lift up off him. Key word, trying. "You're gonna have to let me go, you know. I'm already running late." He laughed huskily, reaching one hand to stroke Namjoon's arms crossed behind his neck, and the other to his leg which was still hooked over his thigh.
He watched as Namjoon slowly let go and situated himself against the pillows again, chest heaving to catch his breath, leaving his own body shivering without the warmth of Namjoon against him. He pressed a soft kiss to his forehead.
The other rolled his eyes, not being able to help a smile from making its way on his face, no matter how hard he tried. "Fine then." He unwound his arms and legs completely, puckering his lips as a compromise.
Hoseok kissed his pout a few times and then stepped off the bed. He laughed when Namjoon's eyes immediately raked over his bare chest, and boxers, under which a very prominent bulge could be seen.
With a knowing smirk, he stretched to give a quick show for him. Then he was walking to the bathroom, groaning because he already knew he would need to take a quick cold shower to get rid of the problem between his legs.
Just under ten minutes later, he was finished and walked out the bathroom.
He pretended to be oblivious of the way Namjoon had looked up from his phone and was now ogling him just as he had been doing before, more so because he only had a towel on his waist.
He got a suit out of their closet and placed it on the bed, intending to get dressed.
Namjoon tossed his phone onto the bed mindlessly and all but crawled forward to the end of the bed. He stood up in front of him with the excuse of helping him dress, as if the other wasn't perfectly capable of doing it by himself.
Hoseok didn't stop him, and instead internally smirked at the way Namjoon's touch was already lingering longer than needed. He hummed as he felt fingers wandering around the towel near his hipbones, already knowing where this was going.
With a loud laugh and a shake of his head, he moved away to quickly pull off the towel and wear some clean boxers.
"Why are you laughing at me?" Namjoon asked, mouth open, feigning offense at the way he was clearly being messed with. He knew he had no reason to be annoyed though, since his mate could see right through him.
Hoseok turned back to face him and smirked, "I know you, baby. And I also know how impatient you are when you're horny." He stepped into his black pants, and pulled a belt through the loops.
Namjoon scoffed at the almost patronising tone of his voice. He slapped Hoseok's hands away and began to do the zip and buckle for him.
At the same time, he not so discreetly copped a feel, proving Hoseok's words one hundred percent correct. He stood face to face with him.
"You're no different." He moved onto doing the buttons of the white shirt Hoseok was currently putting on. His fingers were very much not careful with where they were touching.
Hoseok hummed, looking straight at him until they locked eyes. "I never said I was." He swung a matching black tie under his collar, letting Namjoon do it for him. "Trust me, if I didn't have to be there in ten..." He licked his lips purposefully.
"I would either be between your legs, or fucking you into the bedsheets. Or both." His tone was casual, which made the words even more sinful than they would be.
Namjoon wasn't phased by the sudden vulgarity of their conversation. But he was phased by the rush of arousal that just had been on standby this whole time, just waiting to pass through his body.
"And I would either be spreading my legs for you, or letting you fuck me into that bed. Or both." He breathed out in response, feeling his heart pounding at the mental image. Leaning forward, he pulled the other closer by his tie.
Hoseok took a sharp inhale, letting Namjoon get near enough that they were almost nose to nose.
"Good. Looks like we'd be on the same page then." His chest rumbled with a smug growl. Even just the mental image of Namjoon submitting was threatening to make his pants tighten.
"Ah ah. That's enough." He pulled himself away when Namjoon started to stroke down to his crotch. "Before you somehow end up convincing me to stay." He sat down to put his shoes on and tie his laces, before shrugging on his blazer.
"I would never make you neglect duties. Go do your work, Alpha baby..." Namjoon all but purred at him.
Hoseok cursed under his breath. If this was some sort of real-life thirst trap, fuck, it was so tempting. Even Namjoon telling him to go was making him yearn to stay.
"Have I ever told you that you're so fucking manipulative when you want to be?"
Namjoon laughed, moving to lie down on the bed again, propping his head up with his arms. "Only a million times."
Hoseok threw a pillow at him playfully, trying to erase the million times that he had actually told Namjoon that, in various different circumstances, from his mind.
Namjoon smirked and watched him walk to get his long, black coat. "I'm going to be in the office after lunch to sort the houses out." He reminded him.
"Sounds good, I'll see you later then. Behave until I get back." Hoseok warned.
"So, I don't need to behave once you're there?" Namjoon teased, already foreshadowing his possible future plans. "Why not?"
Hoseok paused in his step, glancing back to see him sat up on the edge of the bed, leaning back on his hands, biting his lip.
He was this close to walking out the bedroom, but he chose to turn right around to answer in a more suited way. The pair of eyes staring at him went wide and curious.
Before Namjoon could protest, he yanked him in for a kiss, only with enough aggression to make it clear who was giving the orders today. He tilted Namjoon's head by the chin, coaxing him to part his lips and immediately licking at his tongue. It was fast paced and more purposeful, unlike their kisses earlier.
Namjoon let out a soft whine. He felt hands adamantly fix themselves at each side of his head, practically forcing him into participating.
As weak as ever, he did exactly that, and responded just as passionately, only stopping when a reprimanding finger was placed on his lips. "I take it that was a goodbye kiss?" He breathed out.
Hoseok smiled smugly while answering, "That was my 'this isn't finished' kiss. Later on, we're starting right where we left off, trust me."
Namjoon frowned. "Later? That's too far away..."
Hoseok's hand lifted to grip his cheeks, making his lips turn into a pout. His pupils flashed gold in playful warning. "Behave. I mean it."
He caught the flurry of very sexually-charged scents being sent his way at that point, clearly the opposite reaction he'd wanted when he showed his eyes. He should've expected it, to be honest.
"God, you're impossible." He whispered fondly. Using Namjoon's jaw, he pulled him in for a quick peck again, then firmly decided that was more than enough.
"Later will come quicker than you think... You're gonna come quicker than you think." He mumbled on his lips, a promise. "You just have to wait your turn."
With that, he was leaving again, having to fix more than his scent this time if the print against his pants was any give-away. "See you soon. Love you, baby." He added, humming at the few seconds of Namjoon's flustered silence, before a response of, "I love you too."
Then, he was walking out of the door, a smirk decorating his features at how awestruck his mate seemed.
Namjoon fell to the bed as soon as he left, gulping to try and eradicate the lump in his throat. The insinuation behind the words made both his insides flip, and his cock throb.
Speaking of, he had been half hard since he'd woken up, (fully hard now) and the ache was bordering uncomfortable now. He reached to slip his fingers below the waistband of his boxers before remembering the subtle warning Hoseok had just given.
That being said, he knew himself it would be better to wait anyway, given that delayed gratification, especially where Hoseok was concerned, was always just so. damn. good.
Shower it was.
As Namjoon walked into their office building, he was immediately greeted by some of the pack members and waved back to them with a wide smile.
He'd been in a slightly giddy mood since morning, and he seriously felt like it was getting worse now that he was thinking of Hoseok's earlier words.
He tapped his foot on the ground as the elevator took a little while to arrive. The situation this morning had made him impatient, it seemed.
What could he say? He was excited beyond belief, and even more adamant about getting his work done as quick as he could to allow for more urgent matters, which happened to concern a certain mate of his.
He stepped into the elevator, straightening his suit and smoothing his hair back in the mirror. His stomach flipped as he fixed his tie. Definitely not because he was thinking of Hoseok again. Curse his lack of self-restraint.
Once he'd go out through the doors, he debated working in the room at the end of the corridor, which had the outstanding paperwork in.
But on second thought, he decided against it, just wanting to be alone for a bit. He wasn't due to start any project work for a week or two yet anyway, so didn't see a need for contact with anyone.
So, he picked up a few piles of papers and stepped into his and Hoseok's shared office, placing them all on the desk. It was always more fun doing it here. Pun completely intended.
He sat on the right side of the desk, his side as a matter of fact. It was a subconscious decision that him and Hoseok sat the way they did, he supposed. It was coincidentally the way they slept too.
Great. Now he was thinking of their bed. More so, them on top of it, doing far from innocent things.
Even better, now he was thinking of the many times this desk had been exposed to those same activities. Poor desk, it'd been through a lot.
He took a deep breath and focused his thoughts again. It was certainly not the time for this, and it was likely that Hoseok wouldn't be here for a few hours yet.
Those HYBE meetings always tended to drag, especially since the packs were very meticulous in pack safeguarding.
Even now, he was sorting out the necessary files to move around families so everyone had enough space, and weren't cramped. Their pack was growing day by day, and the workload with it. That being said, it would be a lie to even imply that he didn't love the role he had as Alpha to pieces.
Maybe every now and then, the stress would be burdensome. But more often that not, he would catch himself smiling at just the thought of his ever-increasing family.
He sorted through them systematically, logging them into the computer when needed or filing them away. He had evidently lost track of time, because before he knew it, he had finished everything without so much as a single distraction.
The clock had struck four pm already. Around the time when Hoseok said he would be finishing up.
They were always very punctual, so he didn't doubt that his mate was on his way back right at this moment. With that in mind, he started to close off all the loose ends. After placing the final set of papers away, he tidied up and relaxed in his chair.
Like clockwork, a few minutes later, he heard the beep of the electronic lock fitted onto their door. Namjoon felt excitement run through him, and a smile made its way onto his face within seconds.
Hoseok walked in through the door, eyes scanning the room and lighting up when they locked onto Namjoon, feet propped up on the corner of the desk and arms behind his head.
"Hey baby, how was the meeting?" He heard being asked.
A content sigh left his mouth as he walked over and greeted his mate with a quick peck and smile.
"It was good. We discussed how we're going to implement the communication units we were thinking of before." He answered. "Then, we drew up those plans we were thinking of. Heesung and Jungwon said they're gonna send the blueprints for their com tower."
"Sounds good. We've been planning something like that for ages. There's probably a ton of work we gotta do." Namjoon replied.
"Yeah there is. But I was genuinely surprised at how well it's all getting organised." Hoseok admitted while taking his coat off and hanging it up on the rack nearby. "Enough about that. How's your day been?"
Namjoon smiled wider than he already was, biting his lip as he not so subtly looked over Hoseok's body and checked him out.
"Good..." He began. "...but better now that you're here. Been thinking about you since you left."
Hoseok pretended to be surprised by those words. "Ah, really? Well I'm flattered." He began to make his way back over, gaze panning over his mate.
Unlike this morning, Namjoon was dressed, and the lack of skin would've been disappointing if not for how well he pulled off the navy blue suit adorning his figure. His hair shone under the light, bringing out the colour that little bit extra.
His expression was one of joy, and Hoseok had never seen anything better than those dimples on his cheeks. That being said, the fairly innocent smile somehow made him look even more attractive.
He felt so smug knowing how happy Namjoon got when he was around, like a dog when they finally see their owner. Now, Namjoon wasn't a dog, but damn if Hoseok wasn't his owner.
"What were you thinking about, baby?" He asked in a sensual whisper, knowing the answer already.
Instead of replying in the conventional way, Namjoon pressed the button underneath the desk, one which they used a lot more than often.
Hoseok raised his eyebrow at that moment, hearing the door lock automatically like it always did when that button was pressed; a very handy feature, it seemed. Some things were just better kept confidential.
Namjoon stayed in the same place, only turning his chair so he could face him. His head tilted up to see Hoseok's face as he drew nearer.
Neither of them said anything, but it was evident that they didn't even need to.
Hoseok walked straight to his chair and leaned down to kiss him, starting off as nothing more than a quick peck.
Yet, as he watched Namjoon try to reach for his lips again, all his self control was thrown straight out the window. He bent down a moment later, placing both hands on the arms of the chair as he moved to taste him properly.
Namjoon tilted up and met his lips, immediately exhaling deeply. He gave up the control without a second thought, letting his mate take over his mouth. An involuntary moan left him as he felt a tongue against his.
He swung his arm around Hoseok's neck, lifting up into him. As he felt hands tugging him closer, he twisted his chair until his legs were off the desk, and back on the ground. He stayed sat down for maybe two seconds before he grew impatient.
Standing up, he dropped his hands from behind Hoseok's neck in favour of pulling him in by the waist. This way, he could kiss back much easier than a second ago.
He felt hands cup the sides of his face to bring him in closer and guide the kiss, becoming more passionate by the second.
His body thrummed with need, already reacting to both Hoseok's actions and his presence. He had missed him even though they'd only been apart for a few hours.
Hoseok already knew, simply because he was feeling the same way.
He moved his hands to Namjoon's thighs for hardly a second before he was pushing him to sit on the desk, thankfully clear since Namjoon had tidied it. He stood between his knees, stroking up and down while spreading the two apart effortlessly.
Namjoon moaned at the way he'd just done all that so seamlessly. It turned him on so much whenever Hoseok would take what he wanted without asking, showing off the strength that normally stayed hidden.
He plastered himself onto his mate, making for a real sight - Hoseok dressed in all black pressed to Namjoon's navy blue-clad body. A good match to say the least.
As always, the timing was truly impeccable, and they had just about planned to take off their blazers when there was a knock at the door. They both ignored it, carrying on with their makeout session, which was just getting more intense by the second.
At the second knock, more prominent this time, they heard a voice. It was Jin to be specific. "Alpha, I have the plans you sent earlier and the pack members seem ready to move. Shall I lead them?"
Namjoon stilled, head leaning away from Hoseok once he heard it.
The other paused his kisses down Namjoon's neck, pulling away too. They made eye contact, already knowing what had to be done at that moment.
Hoseok rested their foreheads together for a quick second then moved away. He began straightening his jacket and running his hands through his hair, sorting it out. Reaching up, he twisted the lever of the window, pushing it wide open to air out the room.
He then took a seat at his chair, turning on the computer, calming himself down. "One second, Jin." He called out.
Namjoon mentally rolled his eyes and tidied himself up too, reigning in his scent and pheromones in the same way Hoseok had.
He sighed in exasperation at having been interrupted yet again, but lightened up at the thought of his pack. He buzzed Jin into the room, smiling and starting to gather the paperwork he'd organised prior to this.
"It's alright, Jin. I'll handle it. It's gonna be more difficult than it seems anyway." He answered.
Jin laughed, swiping the back of his hand across his forehead, exaggerating his relief. "Phew. I was dreading sorting it all out by myself." He remarked.
To be fair, it was going to be task and a half. Moving the pack around was never easy, just down to the sheer number of people and amount of stuff they all had.
"Where's Jungkook? Is he free to lend a hand?" Namjoon asked Jin. It was only three or four families but they needed as many hands on deck as possible.
The beta nodded. "Already rounded up them three to help."
Namjoon patted his shoulder. "And that's why you're a pro." He laughed at the proud expression on his face. "Anyway, I'll meet you at Pack House A. Let me just grab the plans."
With that, Jin walked out, leaving the two of them alone again.
Namjoon watched his retreating figure until he was sure Jin wouldn't come back in. He then made his way around the curve of the desk again and leaned down to Hoseok, kissing him hard on the lips.
Hoseok gripped his jaw and responded just as fierce, already expecting it. It was tongue from the start, of course, and way too wet to even be called a decent kiss.
Either way, it conveyed the emotion well.
Good ol' sexual frustration.
Hoseok ended the kiss before they would lose focus again, or fall victim to their short attention spans again. "I take it that was your goodbye kiss?" He smirked, re-enacting their morning conversation.
Namjoon took a deep breath, eyes scanning over his face. "That was my 'this isn't finished' kiss." He played along, bumping their noses together affectionately.
Hoseok bit his lip, acting like he hadn't known the response was coming. As he leaned back in his chair, he lifted his thumb and wiped Namjoon's wet lips for him, licking it afterwards.
"Go on. We'll carry on later." He teased, looking at his dark eyes and sniggering. "Don't get too distracted."
Namjoon shook his head in disbelief, trying to erase the flirtatious image of Hoseok licking his finger out of his mind. "Stop, before I do something I'll regret."
He began walking to the door, practically having to yank himself away from the flirtatious gaze he was being given. "You're crazy."
Hoseok swiveled his chair round, gaze following him as he went. "Love you too." He teased with a wink.
Namjoon turned his head back to roll his eyes playfully. "Love you." He ended up replying.
Hoseok laughed to himself as he saw the last of his mate. He relaxed in the chair, trying to not let their interrupted actions cloud his mind, even though it would be very easy to.
He instead decided to begin sorting out their comms tower, using the blueprints that the other packs in their Treaty had sent over. It would occupy at least four hours of his time. If he worked non-stop, he would be able to have his late evening (and night) free.
He needed to get this done, half for selfish reasons, but also half because damn, he was one of the Alphas! Their pack needed their safeguarding updated, and he wasn't about to skive off doing his duties.
Namjoon did most of the practical aspects of managing the pack. He was a born leader, and handled pressure really well. If there was any problems, you could count on him to find the solution. He was a quick thinker when it came to things like that, and was incredibly clever above all.
Hoseok preferred staying on the technical side. He was equally as skilled with the other parts of being Alpha, but his strong suites were those pertaining to formations.
Anything about attacks, defences, territories, and he was the man to go to. So here he was, sat drawing up plans to add to their, so far, fool-proof communication networks, ones he had designed originally too.
He sent a message to their other beta, who had accompanied him to the meeting, informing him on the progress.