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“Are you sleepy?”
Hoseok’s hoarse whisper right on his ear gives Yoongi goosebumps. He can even feel Hoseok’s warm breath and his lips forming a smirk against his skin.
“Kinda,” Yoongi answers, keeping his voice in a low pitch.
With most of the lights dimmed and the dark night outside the airplane, everyone must be either sleeping or trying to do so. He doesn’t want to disturb anyone with his voice, and Hoseok probably neither, but he’s starting to think that’s not the only reason why Hoseok is whispering.
“Wanna play?” Hoseok mutters before catching Yoongi’s earlobe between his teeth. He pulls and doesn’t release it until it could be painful for Yoongi. He wouldn’t have minded a little pain though.
Yoongi pulls back so he can look at Hoseok’s face. His hungry eyes while he bites his lower lip only arouses Yoongi even more, but when Hoseok slides his hand under the blanket covering Yoongi’s legs, he doesn’t feel sleepy anymore. The hand trails slowly along Yoongi’s thigh until it meets his crotch, and Yoongi grabs Hoseok’s wrist, impeding him to keep moving.
“Let’s go to the bathroom,” Yoongi whispers, totally into the game now.
His try to get up is stopped by Hoseok, his free hand pulling Yoongi down from his arm and keeping him glued to the seat. “What about playing here?”
“Here?!”
Hoseok gets closer to his ear again and hums. Maybe it’s Yoongi’s arousal making him delusional, but he could have confused the noise Hoseok just made with a moan.
“Everybody is sleeping. No one will notice.”
He sounds amused by all of this. Hoseok knows how tempting it is for Yoongi when he whispers with that intimate deep voice he uses when they are –most of the times– in bed.
“Are you sure?” Yoongi’s misbelief is fighting against his blood rushing through his whole body, Hoseok making it more difficult with every step he takes. It’s obvious which one is winning when Yoongi releases Hoseok’s wrist, giving him permission to keep roaming under the blanket. Grinning, Hoseok doesn’t lose time on resuming what he was doing before, passing his finger along Yoongi’s bulge teasingly.
“Yeah,” Hoseok groans on his ear again, “as long as you aren’t too loud. Otherwise someone could catch us. Can you do that?”
“Okay,” Yoongi breathes out, feeling Hoseok’s fingers playing with the waistband of his sweatpants. “I’ll be quiet.”
Knowing he’s going to get lost at Hoseok’s touch within moments, Yoongi clings to the last seconds of self-awareness to peak his head out the passageway of the plane. It seems like Hoseok is right and everybody is asleep, but he can’t tell for sure.
It’s a good thing they always fly in private planes now, the travels being quite relaxing this way. They don’t have to worry about fans boarding in the same plane and trying to take photos of them, but still having sex right there could be risky. What are the odds of someone from the staff or one of the other members catching them? A few, if you ask Yoongi.
“Let’s change seats,” Yoongi turns to Hoseok again. “Just in case. I’m too exposed here.”
If Hoseok is going to keep crawling his fingers down Yoongi’s stomach like that, he better move closer to the window and leave the aisle seat for Hoseok. The main scene takes avenue between his legs, so he is the one who should be more hidden among the two of them. Right?
“Baby, that’s the whole point on doing this,” Hoseok answers, a playful smirk decorating his face.
Those words catch Yoongi by surprise. “Are you into this kind of games? Do you like the risk of being caught?” Yoongi imitates his boyfriend’s grin.
“I don’t know yet.” Hoseok grabs firmly the waistband and pulls it down. Yoongi lifts his butt off the seat a bit so Hoseok can proceed. “I’m trying to find it out. You know what they say,” Hoseok licks his lips, staring deeply at Yoongi. “Suck it and see.”
Yoongi exhales sharply as Hoseok pulls down his boxers as well. Even being really horny at this point and feeling like there is not much blood drained to his brain, Yoongi gets the double meaning. Resting his head in Hoseok’s shoulder, Yoongi tries to keep their conversation in a low voice. “I’m not gonna suck you off here. There is no way we can do that without being caught.”
“Fair enough. I wasn’t asking for it though.”
Yoongi can hardly believe him, behaving like the fucking tease he is. And, confirming Yoongi’s thought, right away Hoseok passes his thumb along Yoongi’s slit. He hisses, pressing his lips against Hoseok’s neck to mute his own noises.
“When we arrive at the hotel,” Yoongi mouths slowly, interrupting his sentence when Hoseok circles his thumb at his cockhead. “When we arrive I’m gonna suck your dick until you beg me to stop.”
“I really hope so,” Hoseok licks his lips again before leaning to kiss Yoongi.
Yoongi tried, but can’t control to not get lose into the kiss. There is no problem with someone seeing them kissing since their relationship is not a secret anymore for the rest of the members and the staff workers. The problem is someone might catch them kissing like that. Roughly and desperate. Yoongi choking his pants between Hoseok’s wet lips. It’s just the kind of kiss no one should gaze at, along with what is going on under the blanket.
When Hoseok drags his finger down Yoongi’s sensitive skin, from the top of his cock to the balls, Yoongi’s effort to not whimper makes him sweat. He fails, though, the moment Hoseok keeps going down and he feels Hoseok’s finger rubbing his rim. As if it was a magnet, Yoongi pushes his hips forwards.
“I’m not fingering you here,” Hoseok whispers, moving his hand away from Yoongi. “We don’t have lube. And, trust me, you wouldn’t be able to quiet the moans if I slide my fingers in your ass.”
Yoongi whimpers at the lack of contact and the idea of Hoseok curling his fingers inside him. He is really a tease Yoongi can’t avoid. Pulling back from the curve of his neck, Yoongi presses their foreheads together, locking their eyes.
“Then stop teasing around and fucking jerk me off.”
“So bossy,” Hoseok smirks, giving Yoongi a shiver when he brushes the back of his hand with Yoongi’s cock. “What’s the hurry?”
Yoongi doesn’t avert his eyes to his boyfriend. “I don’t want us to get caught. And my boner is beginning to feel painful since you aren’t taking care of it.”
He gasps when Hoseok decides to stop playing around with his fingers and wraps his palm around Yoongi’s shaft. “Okay,” Hoseok says, dragging his lips along Yoongi’s neck right before repeating the same path, but this time pressing his flat tongue against his skin.
Yoongi does his best to keep his mouth shut, hoping no one will hear them as long as he doesn’t open it. The loud and shaking exhalation he lets out through his nose would be audible for anyone who is not sleeping though. Trying to stay there, in the real world, Yoongi grabs Hoseok’s arm. Clinging to something physical should be enough for enjoying Hoseok’s strokes but keeping his mind grounded. The grip around Hoseok’s arm is as weak as Yoongi is right now, so he lets Hoseok room to keep moving. His intention has never been to stop him anyways.
As so, Hoseok doesn’t stop, but grips the base of his shaft and slowly tugs up, only to go down again after tightening the hold whenever his hand meets the top of Yoongi’s cock. Hoseok releases Yoongi’s skin from his teeth after sucking a bruise into his neck. “You’re gonna leave marks on my arm,” he murmurs.
His words make Yoongi open his eyes, not being aware of having closed them before. He hasn’t realized either how he is digging his nails in Hoseok’s arm. Not caring about it, he keeps pressing them further. It’s Hoseok who started this and Yoongi needs to find a quiet way to manage how turned on he is. It’s his fault. He’s gonna have to deal with the consequences.
“Shut up,” Yoongi closes his eyes again and bites his bottom lip, holding back a moan as Hoseok twists his fist. They kiss while Hoseok keeps stroking his length, which allows Yoongi to let out some of the noises coming from his throat, knowing Hoseok is going to swallow them all.
At this point Yoongi is aware of why people enjoy doing this kind of things. The tension between Hoseok’s touch and he trying to conceal his body’s reactions only spurs him more and more. The fear of being caught now is not bothering him anymore. There is something appealing about Hoseok and he being the only ones in the whole airplane knowing what is going on under the blanket. The feeling would be ruined if someone really catches them, but it seems like no one has noticed so far, and Yoongi is determined to think it will remain the same until he comes.
“You look beautiful like this,” Hoseok’s raspy voice appears again, “all flushed and helpless.”
Every single word from Hoseok’s mouth only makes his blood runs faster, to the point he is feeling lightheaded. Dizzy, it’s getting harder to cling to reality. When his head lolls along the back of the seat, he draws back from Hoseok for the first time since all of this began. He needs to cry, he needs to shake, he needs to release the tension and pleasure in his body. If Hoseok keeps stroking him at that pace, he’s going to reach the orgasm within moments.
As Yoongi’s head keeps lolling to the side and falls towards the passageway, weakly and almost lifeless, Yoongi opens his eyes, right on time to see a flight-attendant walking there. Heading towards them. And Yoongi panics.
Shit.
“Stop.” Yoongi slaps lightly at Hoseok’s arm. “The stewardess is coming this way.”
“What?” Hoseok’s eyes widens, looking as alarmed as Yoongi.
Quickly he moves his hand away from the blanket and Yoongi can see a glistening string between two of his fingers. He hasn’t come, but can feel the wet mess between his legs. He’s nearly to faint because of the pleasure and the high temperature of his skin, so he is not surprised by the amount of precum his cock has might been leaking.
Yoongi gulps and hopes she doesn’t get to see Hoseok’s hand. Maybe is not that obvious at sight if you don’t pay attention to it. But what is pretty obvious is Yoongi’s tent. Thankfully it looks like Hoseok has noticed too, swiftly taking a black hoddie from his bag and rolling it in a ball, then placing it on Yoongi’s boner over the blanket.
Hoseok looks at Yoongi with his eyebrows arched. Yoongi nods. It should be enough. There is not much light in the airplane anyway and maybe she doesn’t even drop her eyes right there. As far as Yoongi can see, she’s just walking by and checking if the passengers are sleeping.
Since they are not, when she reaches their seats, she stops by.
“If there is anything I can do for you, please let me know.”
Yoongi would like to voice a plain and clear “fuck off” as anything she can do for them, but he knows it’s inappropriate and he has to try, even though is hard, to think with his brain instead of his throbbing cock.
He parts his lips, ready to express his desire in a more gentle way, but Hoseok’s response comes earlier.
“We’re fine, thank you,” he smiles at her, his mouth forming the shape of a wide heart.
Yoongi turns to his right and licks his lips looking at him. He looks beautiful and fresh as he hasn’t been jerking Yoongi off one minute ago. Yoongi turns to his left again to see the attendant bowing slightly at them and, smiling as well, resuming his route through the airplane.
They stay quiet for some minutes. It really seems like everyone is sleeping and Yoongi lets out a relief sigh. He’s been so busy with Hoseok’s teases and cares that he hasn’t check it out in a while, too focused just in not moaning out loud. Yoongi also uses this break for checking the time in the screen in front of him. They still have some hours ahead before landing in Brazil. And he is still hard. And there are too many hours left until they arrive to the hotel. At least, too many for what he can stand.
A quiet chuckle on his side makes Yoongi turns to Hoseok again.
“Phew! That was close,” he giggles.
Yoongi tries to hide a smile by biting his lower lip. “It’s not funny.”
It is. But he still has his cock out, under the blanket and the hoodie, and the fabric feels kind of suffocating ‘cause how hard he is, and he still feels his breath hitching, and his skin is probably still flushed, maybe wet by the sweat. And, for some reason, he is still aroused as he was before, and –fuck it– he wants to keep going.
His cock twitches under the blanket the moment he feels Hoseok’s warm breath against the shell of his ear again. “Is she gone for good?”
Holding back the impulse of tugging his cock by himself to release some pressure, mainly because he knows Hoseok won’t let him, Yoongi turns to his left and looks around the entire passageway. Back and forth. Left and right. One time. Twice. The attendant is not at sight.
“It looks like so,” Yoongi hesitates.
“Sweet,” the teasing smirk appears on Hoseok’s lips again, but Yoongi can’t see it for long. Hoseok is getting closer and closer again until his lips are trailing along Yoongi’s neck. “You’re still hard.”
Yeah, he is already aware of that. He’s been aware for a fucking while now. Maybe Hoseok didn’t expect Yoongi’s body would react like that, and it also has caught Yoongi by surprise if he is completely honest. He didn’t anticipate that he would be this turned on by this kind of game; so turned on to the point that even after they have been interrupted and after some minutes without the touch of Hoseok, he still feels desperate for something else. Maybe he shouldn’t feel horny after that, but he does.
Thankfully, he is not the only one.
“You too,” Yoongi whispers. Too overwhelmed by everything, he hasn’t spotted the bulge on his boyfriend’s jeans until now. He wants to suck his cock so bad he wasn’t joking earlier. As soon as they can, he’s going to wrap his lips around Hoseok’s shaft and choke, only letting it go when Hoseok cries of oversensitivity. He’s going to take revenge for everything Hoseok is doing now, or rather, compensate him. Reward him. Make him feel as good as he has been feeling before they were cut off.
“Wanna me to make you come?” Hoseok groans into his ear.
Yoongi shudders and nods, his stare still on Hoseok’s crotch. He gulps, trying to have his watering mouth under control.
“Wanna come fast?” Hoseok adds.
The sooner this ends, the less chances to get caught. Yoongi nods again, and just a second later his sight of something twitching inside Hoseok’s pants gets interrupted by Hoseok’s hand a few inches before his face, palm out.
“Then, lick,” Hoseok orders in a dry tone. “Make it wet.”
A jolt passes through Yoongi’s body, but he doesn’t hesitate in sticking his tongue out and trailing it along the hand in front of him, the whole way from the base of the palm until the tip of the middle finger. There he can taste something salty, and he decides to find out where else in Hoseok’s hand he can meet his own taste, so he keeps licking. Either of them could just spit on Hoseok’s hand to quickly get the wet effect they are looking for, but Yoongi prefers to do all the work with his tongue and his lips, laying sloppy kisses here and there. He can’t suck Hoseok’s cock in the plane, but he can show him what he has coming.
“Fuck,” Hoseok breathes out, not blinking while looking at Yoongi rolling his tongue along his slender fingers. “It’s enough.”
Yoongi does a pop sound when he lets go Hoseok’s middle and index finger and, as soon as he’s mouth is empty, Hoseok kisses him. This time the eagerness of Hoseok makes Yoongi think that maybe he is even more aroused than himself, even though he is being untouched. But, if so, they definitely are balanced out the moment Hoseok’s hand, soaked by his spit, brushes his cock under the blanket again.
He can’t help but pull out the kiss to let out a gasp when he feels the warm and wet grip around his length. Soon enough Hoseok is kissing him again, capturing all the whimpers that may try to escape from Yoongi’s lips.
“You’re driving me crazy,” Yoongi mutters weakly, feeling completely dazed as Hoseok starts jerking him off at a steady pace, the stroke going all over his cock, from the base to the tip.
“You are driving me crazy,” Hoseok grunts. “Can’t wait to reach the hotel.”
Hoseok stops his motion at Yoongi’s cockhead, wiping the precum collected at his slit and spreading it along his shaft. Yoongi hisses when Hoseok wraps his fingers around it again. He was not far from reaching the orgasm before being interrupted, but he is losing his shit now. They don’t have lube, but it feels even better knowing the slicker sensation comes just from the mixture of his own saliva and precum.
“Faster,” Yoongi pleads and thrust his hips into Hoseok’s hand clumsily, exhausted.
Hoseok grants his wish, not only jerking him off faster but also harder, tightening the grip and squeezing a little bit more every time he reaches the tip of his cock.
Yoongi’s body trembles slightly in the seat, and he gives up on everything but feeling pleasure. He gives up on being vigilant just in case someone wakes up and caught them. He just turns to Hoseok before leaning in to hug him. He needs something or someone to hold, or rather, someone to hold him.
Even when he is feeling all helpless and weak, his face resting against Hoseok’s chest, he fists thigh the fabric of Hoseok’s t-shirt on his back. And he hears Hoseok giggling. But he doesn’t slow down his pace and keeps Yoongi’s head onto his chest with his free hand, slowly running his fingers through his hair.
“Tell me this blanket is yours,” Hoseok whispers in a way softer voice compared to the tone he has been using before.
He might be anticipating Yoongi’s orgasm at his quiet pants, and he’s not misguided. Yoongi stiffens his fist as he nods against Hoseok chest.
“Good.”
With Hoseok swift strokes between his legs and the slow cares on his head, Yoongi wants to tell him again how much he loves him. And he would do it if he was able to speak, but he is afraid he isn’t.
Instead, he shuts hard his already closed eyes as he comes in Hoseok’s hand, his back arching towards his boyfriend’s body while he bites his bottom lip, so tight that it’s hurting, but succeeding at holding back his moans. His mouth hangs open for a few seconds more, letting out a loud panting he’s trying to muffle by pressing his lips against Hoseok’s t-shirt. It’s overwhelming the way Hoseok is still running his palm along Yoongi’s sweaty back and tangles his fingers in his hair at the end of the path. But the reason Yoongi thinks he’s not going to be able to catch his breath is because Hoseok’s soaked fingers are still wrapped around his shaft.
Hoseok lets his head drop down and Yoongi can feel a sudden kiss on the crown of his head. “That was hot,” he says, caressing Yoongi’s hair with his lips.
Maybe he should care about his hair getting too messy by Hoseok, but he doesn’t. He can’t when his whole body is shivering at anything Hoseok does or says. When Hoseok is moving his fingers through his shaft again. Slowly, almost without applying any pressure. But Yoongi’s cock is at its peak of sensitivity, and his muscles spasm in waves.
Then he chokes and stops breathing. Hoseok is circling his thumb at the head of Yoongi’s cock again, and he can’t take it anymore. His trembling hands slide through Hoseok’s waist until his palms lays on Hoseok’s chest and, leaving out a quiet grunt, he uses his boyfriend’s body to straighten his back.
Yoongi meets his eyes. “Hoseok…” he breathes out.
“Okay,” Hoseok smirks.
Yoongi’s imploring stare should have been enough for Hoseok to understand, because he releases his cock from any more touches, finally taking his hand out the blanket.
Yoongi kind of regrets it right away, when Hoseok’s hand is at sight. Yoongi’s cum is decorating some of his fingers with strings between them. It’s somehow embarrassing, but the feeling turns to hot when Hoseok takes care of it, as he always take care of everything. The back of Hoseok’s hand is where most of the cum was collected, and that’s the spot Hoseok decides to take care of first by rolling his tongue all over the white layer. Yoongi’s eyes widen, and he doesn’t dare to blink or stop him, not wanting to miss any second of that sight.
“Shit,” Yoongi mutters before tugging his lower lip between his teeth.
Hoseok replies glancing up to him, with a deep and dark stare that makes Yoongi think he’s really going to lose his mind. He continues, now cleaning out each of his slender fingers and swallowing everything he finds in his way.
As soon as he is finished, he licks his own lips like he is looking for any leftover there. Yoongi is mesmerized watching such a beautiful picture and he can’t stop thinking how lucky he is for having Hoseok with him. Not wasting any more seconds, Yoongi grips Hoseok’s t-shirt at his chest and pulls him into a kiss. Yoongi can taste himself there when Hoseok parts his lips and deepens the kiss, letting his tongue slide into Yoongi’s mouth.
“So, did you like it?” Hoseok smiles widely.
It’s weird to talk in a past tense when Yoongi is still recovering from the orgasm and all of Hoseok’s teases. Given the intensity of the orgasm, he is not even sure if he’s completely soft under the blanket. Probably not.
“Yeah,” Yoongi answers between quiet pants.
Yoongi’s response makes Hoseok’s corner of his lips hitches up. Glancing down, he puts his hands on Yoongi again, but just touching his shaft with the fabric of the blanket, wiping Yoongi until he is clean.
“It was interesting.”
“Did you enjoy it too?” Yoongi asks as he lifts his hips and pulls his briefs and pants up at once. Right away, Hoseok uncovers Yoongi, rolling the blanket carefully until it’s all curled up, just the clean part at sight.
“I loved it,” he looks back at Yoongi. “It’s something you should do at least once in your life, right?”
Yoongi leans closer. “Once?” he whispers. “There is no way we are not going to repeat this.”
Hoseok laughs, but Yoongi silences him locking their lips together.
There is not risk to be caught anymore. They had got rid of any evidence: Yoongi’s cock is back into his pants, Hoseok’s hand is clean and the blanket doesn’t look suspicious. Maybe the only proof of what have just happened is Yoongi’s rosy cheeks and messy hair. He would need a mirror to check it out, but his mind is too busy with other thoughts right now.
“I hope this plane speeds up,” Yoongi mutters. “I really need to get to the hotel as soon as possible.”
Hoseok bites his bottom lip and, then, Yoongi’s, pulling a bit before releasing it.
“Me too,” he smirks.
Meanwhile, in the seat behind them, Namjoon sighs in exasperation. “They are fucking nasty. Gonna make sure my room is not next to theirs,” he mutters for himself. After being woken up by the whimpers and giggles in front of him, he closes his eyes again, trying to finally get some rest.