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yoongi wipes his sweaty palms on the fabric of his jeans. he is sitting with his back straight, shoulders tense, and he can't seem to keep his knees from shaking. he shouldn't be this nervous, has no reason to be this nervous. except that hoseok keeps staring at him.
there's nothing particularly unusual about this. hoseok has a habit of staring at yoongi sometimes, that infectious smile spread over his face in a way that makes yoongi feel special. but there's something in his gaze tonight, something that yoongi can't put his finger on. yoongi can't stop himself from flicking his eyes to the side from time to time, though he tries to keep his focus on the movie.
honestly, yoongi has no idea what they're watching. he just put something random on as an excuse for why he invited hoseok over. he'd been lonely, his parents out of town, and he'd honestly just wanted some company. and he supposes that he did get what he wanted. but there's something tense in the air between them, nothing like the usual easy companionship they share. maybe he's mad at me? yoongi muses. he thinks back, tries to find any conversation or moment when he could have said something to offend hoseok. he doesn't think he did. but then, things are a bit different between them now, aren't they.
they haven't been dating long, only about a month, and yoongi had thought the transition from best friends to boyfriends would be easy. he hadn't thought anything much would change. but evidently not. why else would the atmosphere be so charged? yoongi jumps, startles a bit, when he feels a warm hand covering his own. he feels his cheeks flush as he looks down, sees hoseok's hand resting gently over his own. yoongi flips his own hand over, easily interlacing their fingers together, and relaxes a bit at the familiar action. he looks up and catches hoseok's gaze. hoseok smiles at him, the adoring kind that yoongi loves.
not angry then. then what? yoongi returns the smile, turning his attention back towards the television and musing over his thoughts. his eyebrows furrow, and he leans back into the sofa cushions, shifts his weight a little closer to hoseok, until their thighs brush together. he feels hoseok's answering squeeze of his hand, and leans his weight more fully into hoseok's side, breathing a quiet sigh of relief as he feels hoseok's gaze turn back towards the movie.
the relief is short lived, however, when moments later, he feels hoseok's face burying itself into the crook of his neck, hot breath ghosting over the pale skin exposed by yoongi's big hoodie. (he thinks it might be hoseok's, but he has no time to dwell on the thought.) yoongi shudders a bit, resisting the urge to look at what hoseok is doing. but hoseok stays where he is, hair brushing the side of yoongi's neck and their intertwined hands resting in yoongi's lap. yoongi keeps his gaze on the television screen, still a bit guarded but more relaxed now.
a warm pressure attaches itself to yoongi's neck. he tenses a bit, then realizes that it's hoseok's lips, warm and a little wet from hoseok running his tongue over them, pressing softly into his throat. hoseok pulls away slightly, then moves up a bit, pressing another kiss into the pale skin he finds there. yoongi is holding his breath, trying to determine where hoseok is going with this. when hoseok's lips part, pressing sensually and sucking slightly at the skin, yoongi is inclined to believe that hoseok has less than innocent intentions. "hoseok," he murmurs, a hint of a warning in his voice. hoseok hums in response and yoongi can feel the vibrations against his pulse point, bites his lip and closes his eyes. "hoseok," he says again, more firmly this time. "what are you doing?"
yoongi can feel hoseok smile against his neck. "what do you think i'm doing?" he whispers cheekily. yoongi is breathing a little harder, palm turning a little sweaty in hoseok's grasp. hoseok's teeth graze against the juncture of his neck and shoulder, and he bites gently, licking over the spot. it is this that breaks yoongi out of his daze. he pulls back a little, unlacing their fingers and bringing his hands into his lap, clasping them together a bit nervously. hoseok deflates just a little. "hyung, what's wrong?" he asks, concern filling his tone. yoongi doesn't know how to respond to that, because nothing's wrong, not really. but he can feel his heart pounding in his chest and he knows he's just a little nervous and confused. hoseok furrows his brow, then his expression softens. "why did you invite me over tonight?" he asks in a curious voice, a bit of teasing laced into the tone. yoongi's nose scrunches in confusion, and he forgets to be nervous for a moment. "what do you mean? i got bored; i just wanted some company."
hoseok face splits into a wide grin, and he starts laughing. yoongi frowns, confusion growing by the second. "yah! what's so funny?" hoseok continues laughing, wiping at the tears which threaten to fall from his eyes. "nothing, hyung. it's just... you're just so..."
"i'm just so what?" yoongi asks, anger lacing his tone.
hoseok sobers a bit, but the smile remains on his face. he closes the distance yoongi put between them, wrapping his arms around yoongi's waist and pulling him a bit closer, their thighs pressed together once more. he leans towards yoongi's face, pressing his lips on the soft cheek in a gentle kiss which does nothing to remove the frown from yoongi's features. "hyung," he says, still giggling a bit. "let's think about how you invited me over tonight. you texted me, saying your parents were out of town and did i want to come over and watch a movie." yoongi blinks at him. "so?"
hoseok sighs, but it sounds more fond than exasperated. "think about how that sounds, when your boyfriend says 'my parents are out of town, wanna come over?'"
yoongi's eyes widen. "i- i didn't... it's not the first time i've said that! my parents have gone out of town plenty of times before!" hoseok hums against yoongi's cheek and presses another kiss there. "we weren't dating before, hyung." yoongi's lips twitch into a happy little smile at the reminder. yeah, he thinks. yeah, i guess we weren't. hoseok's head nuzzles into his neck again, and he is suddenly brought back to present. he tenses again, and hoseok notices. "i- i didn't mean to..." yoongi grumbles, voice stuttering a bit in places. he can feel hoseok grinning against his neck. he pulls back, making eye contact with yoongi in the dimly lit room. "i know, hyung." he says, smile fond and reassuring. his lips are back to kissing at yoongi's neck, open mouthed and slow. yoongi's eyes flutter closed and he lets a soft breath exit his mouth, hand coming to rub at hoseok's arm, which is still wrapped around his waist. "though," hoseok says between kisses. "it wouldn't be so bad if we did... you know, would it?"
yoongi pauses, but manages to stay relaxed, biting his lip in nervous excitement. hoseok must take his hesitation as something else thought, because soon he's pulling away, leaving yoongi's neck feeling cold and exposed. he looks at yoongi with a soft and reassuring gaze. "we don't have to. you can say no if you want." yoongi smiles, squeezes hoseok's arm and pulls it to wrap more firmly around his waist from where he had let it fall a bit. "no." he breathes, small smile playing across his features. "no, i want to. it's just that i've never..." yoongi can't finish the statement. he feels inexplicably embarrassed. "i'm just nervous." he settles on, and hoseok's smile is soft and adoring as he leans back into yoongi's neck, this time pulling down the collar of his sweatshirt and kissing his way down yoongi's exposed collarbone. his hands dance around the edge of yoongi's sweatshirt, fingers dipping just underneath and stroking the warm skin there. yoongi shudders, and brings his hands up to grasp at hoseok's shoulders.
"it's okay, hyung." he murmurs into yoongi's skin, quiet, but loud enough for yoongi to hear him. his arms wrap tighter around yoongi's waist, dragging him even closer, pressing their torsos together. "we don't have to do everything tonight." yoongi nods against hoseok's hair, hands fisting into the fabric of his t-shirt. hoseok moves his lips up once again, this time sucking at his jaw, nibbling and leaving hickeys in his wake. his lips finally meet with yoongi's, and yoongi gasps into his mouth, pressing impossibly closer. his tongue comes out to flick at hoseok's lips, biting gently at his bottom lip and swallowing the responding gasp. hoseok turns his head to the side, offering a better angle for him to lick into yoongi's mouth, slowly tracing his teeth and meeting the other's tongue with his own. their lips make wet sounds as they separate and reconnect with a slow passion. hoseok's hands have made their way up yoongi's shirt, now resting over his lower back and massaging gently. yoongi whines into his mouth, dropping his hands down hoseok's chest so that they can play with the hem of his shirt, grazing his abs and causing them to flex in a way that makes yoongi crave for more.
the near nonexistent space separating them suddenly feels like too much, and hoseok removes one hand from yoongi's back to press into the back of the couch. he uses the leverage to prop himself up on one knee, slinging the other over yoongi's thighs. he positions himself straddling yoongi, pulling away to situate himself properly. he looks at yoongi, and a small, private smile creeps its way over his lips. he leans forward and presses another messy kiss onto yoongi's mouth, groaning lowly and running his fingers over yoongi's ribs through his sweatshirt. yoongi's hands tug on hoseok shirt sharply, a request. hoseok pulls away once more, flashing yoongi a smug grin and pulling his shirt over his head without another word. yoongi can do nothing but stare, awestruck by the amount of skin hoseok is showing, and by the fact that it's hoseok he's doing this with. hoseok, who's been his best friend since middle school, who yoongi has seen at his absolute worst, and vice versa. hoseok, with his stupid girl group dances and his eternal optimism. hoseok, who apparently has a really nice body, and yoongi is starting to wonder why he didn't know that about him until right now.
hoseok seems to sense yoongi zoning out, because next thing he knows, hoseok is grabbing yoongi's hands in his own and guiding them towards his chest, resting them with the fingertips just grazing his collarbones. he tilts his head forward until his forehead rests against yoongi's, taking a deep breath and flashing a warm smile. his nose rubs against yoongi's in an inexplicably fond way, and yoongi can feel his cheeks heating up once again.
hoseok's hands slide further under yoongi's sweatshirt, pushing the fabric up until it bunches at yoongi's armpits, and yoongi feels completely exposed when hoseok'a dark eyes train on his now bare chest. yoongi tightens his grip on hoseok's shoulders when hoseok draws himself close, leaning down and pressing a slow kiss into yoongi's sternum, directly between his nipples. yoongi shivers and brings his hand to his mouth, trying to quiet his heavy breathing. hoseok's hand comes up to grip at his wrist, a soft tsking noise coming out of his mouth. he pulls yoongi's hand away, presses a gentle kiss to the inside of his wrist and returns the hand to its previous position, wrapped around hoseok's neck. he travels a little bit further down yoongi's chest, and yoongi makes a soft whining noise, immediately blushing and looking down to gauge hoseok's reaction. hoseok looks a little surprised, eyes widening and mouth dropping open a bit. he leans back in and resumes his kisses with a bit more vigor than before, biting softly in places and leaving a few purple mark on the skin over yoongi's ribs.
hoseok suddenly straightens, pushing himself back enough so that he can stand up, and yoongi makes an involuntary noise of protest at the lack of warmth. hoseok crouches a bit, leaning forward to press a comforting kiss to yoongi's lips. his hands come to rest on either of yoongi's thighs, brushing his fingers softly over the thin material of his sweatpants. yoongi's left thigh twitches, and he leans up to wrap his hands around hoseok's neck, pressing even closer. hoseok's hands gently massage yoongi's thighs just above the knee, sliding their way inwards until they meet in the middle. his fingers curl around the soft flesh and yoongi gasps as he feels hoseok's hands slowly but deliberately nudging yoongi's legs apart. yoongi's thighs fall apart almost embarrassingly easily, and hoseok rests his knees on the empty space left between yoongi's legs. he pauses for a moment, leans back from yoongi's face with a pondering expression.
"can i just..." he wraps his right arm tightly around yoongi's waist, the other curling underneath his thigh and gently cradling the back of yoongi's knee. before yoongi can ask him what he's doing, hoseok has used his grip on yoongi to lift him slightly, gently twisting them and maneuvering yoongi's body to lay lengthwise on the couch as hoseok comes to kneel between his parted legs. yoongi falls back with a soft thud as the hoseok's arm unwraps from around his waist. however, his other hand stays hooked under yoongi's knee, pinning his thigh to hoseok's waist and gliding a thumb gently over the outside of his thigh. yoongi shivers at the lingering warmth pressing to his thigh and allows his eyelids to flutter shut as hoseok leans down towards the side of his face, hot breath ghosting over his ear.
"is this okay?" he whispers. his voice is a little husky but filled with care and yoongi doesn't hesitate before nodding his head, feeling the ends of hoseok's hair brush against his cheek. yoongi's hands go to grip at the bottom of his sweatshirt, still bunched up under his armpits, moving to pull it over his head, but pauses when he hears hoseok's urgently murmured "wait!"
he casts a questioning gaze in hoseok's direction and is surprised to find his head down, tips of his ears glowing red in the dim light of the living room. hoseok is biting his lip when he looks up at yoongi, and yoongi arches one of his eyebrows questioningly. he looks nervous.
"it's just- i- that is..." hoseok stammers, cheeks flushing further. it's absolutely adorable, but yoongi can't help but frown. "you don't want to see me?" he asks, confused and a little upset. "what?" hoseok asks, brow furrowed. his eyes widen in realization.
"no! no, that's not it at all! it's just that..." hoseok's voice grows quieter than yoongi's ever heard it, and he has to strain to hear him. even so, he doesn't catch the last part of the sentence.
"what was that?"
hoseok's cheeks grow redder and he sighs. "that's... you're wearing my sweater. and you look really cute in it." the last part is mumbled into yoongi's sleeve, and he can't help but chuckle at hoseok's embarrassment. yoongi smiles and wraps his hands around the back of hoseok's neck, drawing him up and into a sloppy kiss.
"i'll wear it more often then."
hoseok whines, and yoongi smiles against his lips. it only takes a moment before hoseok is doing the same, then deepening the kiss and catching yoongi's soft little moans with his mouth. he pulls away again, ignoring yoongi's indignant grunt, and shuffles down the length of the sofa as much as possible. luckily, they're both pretty short, and his feet are only slightly hanging over the edge. he gently guides yoongi's leg down from where it rested against his hip, bent at the knee slightly with his foot resting flat against the sofa cushion. hoseok leans down, making eye contact with yoongi as he presses a meaningful kiss into the soft swell of yoongi's tummy. yoongi squirms a bit, not used to the darkness which has overtaken hoseok's eyes. they've never gone this far before, nothing beyond some heavy make out sessions and light grinding. yoongi finds himself wondering why they waited this long.
yoongi threads his fingers through hoseok's soft hair, eyes fluttering shut as hoseok continues to leave butterfly kisses all over yoongi's tummy. his hand comes up to rest against yoongi's hipbone, fingers edging inwards slowly. eventually, his fingers come to a stop against yoongi's navel, just slightly to the right of where yoongi really wants them. hoseok looks up at yoongi, fingers tapping lightly and a question lighting up his eyes. yoongi doesn't respond verbally, instead biting his bottom lip and taking hoseok's hand in his own, guiding it to the side and pressing down on yoongi's cock.
yoongi throws his head back, eyes falling shut and a low moan escaping his lips. his hand falls away to his side and hoseok presses down a little more deliberately, the heel of his palm grinding into yoongi's cock and causing the older boy to emit little gasps. the sweatpants yoongi is wearing provide a thin but noticeable barrier between hoseok's warm hand and yoongi's aching cock, and yoongi pushes weakly at the waistband, desperate for skin on skin contact. hoseok gets the message, moving his hand away from yoongi's dick to grip at the waistband with both hands, pulling them down slowly and deliberately. he looks up at yoongi as he does so, but can't keep his eyes from wandering as the milky expanse of yoongi's thighs is exposed to the air. yoongi's thighs look so soft and hoseok can't help but touch, fingers skimming lightly over the pale skin as though he's afraid yoongi might break. yoongi shudders in response, bucking his hips into the air, and hoseok is reminds of what he was doing before he was distracted by yoongi's plush thighs. he grips at yoongi's boxers, pulling them off of his legs and staring in awe as yoongi's cock is exposed. it stands hard against his tummy, flushed a light pink which contrasts beautifully with the rest of him. a few drops of precum leak out, smearing against yoongi's navel, and hoseok swallows.
yoongi's is getting nervous under hoseok's steady gaze, and he starts fiddling with his sweater sleeves, biting his lip and trying to resist the urge to pull his sweater down and cover himself. he's never been so exposed before, not even in front of hoseok, and his quiet whine of discomfort reaches hoseok's ears easily, causing his head to snap up in worry. he is surprised to find yoongi looking so nervous, mouth covered by one of his sweater paws and a flush creeping over his cheeks.
"stop staring so much."
the words are mumbled into yoongi's hand, and hoseok lets out a short giggle. he moves up the couch and carefully removes yoongi's hand from his mouth, for the second time that night. he wraps yoongi's arms around his neck and replaces the hand with his lips. "can't help it," he murmurs. "you're just too pretty."
he feels rather than hears yoongi's indignant groan, the whispered brat pressed into his lips. hoseok's hand moves down, settling carefully on yoongi's thigh. his other hand reaches between them, carefully wrapping around yoongi's hard cock. yoongi gasps at the direct contact, hoseok swallowing it as yoongi's hips buck into the contact.
hoseok starts off slow, dragging his hand up and down yoongi's length in a way that makes yoongi's toes curl. he pays special attention to the head, rubbing his thumb around it on the upstroke. he basks in the sounds yoongi is making, the little gasps and sighs which follow the broken moans. he pays careful attention to the way yoongi's eyelids flutter shut when hoseok swipes his thumb through the slit.
hoseok's own cock is aching in his jeans, but he doesn't want to ask anything of yoongi, not when the boy looks so beautiful spread under hoseok like this. instead, he uses his free hand to unbutton his pants, shoving his hand down the front and grasping himself firmly. he shivers at the contact, and yoongi's eyes flutter open when his thrusts stutter a bit. his expression is confused until his eyes light upon hoseok's arm, following the length of it with his eyes to where his hand disappears down the front of his boxers. yoongi moves his hands from where they rest on hoseok's neck and brings them down to grip at hoseok's arms, halting them in their movements. hoseok sends yoongi a questioning gaze, but yoongi just leans in to kiss him, hands traveling to the waistband of hoseok's jeans. he grips both his jeans and his boxers with both hands, struggling to shimmy them down over hoseok's ass. hoseok's hands come to help, and together, they manage to slide the material off of his legs, kicking them to the side of the couch. yoongi's looks into hoseok's eyes as he pulls hoseok down with one hand around his waist, the other coming to press their lengths together, wrapping his hand around them both. they both groan simultaneously at the contact, and hoseok reaches a hand between them as well, wrapping around both their cocks and yoongi's hand.
they move in tandem, both rolling their hips into the contact and stroking slowly. their breaths come shorter, and when hoseok opens his eyes, he is met with one of the most beautiful sights he's ever born witness to.
yoongi's eyes are squeezed shut, lips swollen and pink and a little bit wet, parted to release broken little moans. his hair is fanned out on the couch cushion beneath him, forming a beautiful blonde halo which perfectly frames his flushed cheeks. his chest heaves with every breath, his sweatshirt bunched up beneath his armpits and exposing his entire torso. a flush is creeping it's way across his chest, and hoseok is awestruck by the fact that one person can look this beautiful, even if it is min yoongi. he is so fucked when it comes to yoongi.
he can't help but let his mind wander, imagining how yoongi might look in other situations. how his face might contort when he's coming, how he'll respond when hoseok gives him his first blowjob, how his features would twist when...
hoseok is lost in his thoughts, and his brain to mouth filter must be broken because his next words leave his mouth without any kind of consent on his mind's part.
"hyung can i finger you?"
the request is gasped breathlessly, and hoseok takes a moment to process what he's just said, his eyes widening as he realizes the words that just left his mouth. yoongi has frozen beneath him.
"no! i mean- well, i suppose i meant that- but i mean we don't have to- well- it's just- it was a stupid idea, i'm sorry for bringing it up. i didn't mean to-" hoseok's ramblings trail off as yoongi nods his head almost imperceptibly.
"yes? yes what?" hoseok asks, brows furrowed. yoongi's cheeks flush a bright red color, and hoseok can't help but think it suits him. but all thoughts fly straight out of his mind at yoongi's next words.
"yes, you can finger me."
yoongi's voice is soft but certain, and hoseok gapes at him, eyes wide and mouth hanging open just the slightest bit. yoongi squirms under his gaze and averts his eyes. hoseok can feel yoongi's thigh flex and twitch a bit under his grasp, and the movement is enough to bring him out of his reverie.
"really?" hoseok sounds disbelieving and a little awestruck and to be perfectly honest, he is. he can't believe that he gets to call yoongi his. yoongi, who is laying beneath him looking vulnerable and nervous but so trusting that it takes hoseok's breath away.
"yeah." yoongi says in a soft voice, eyes turned downward. "i mean, if you still want to." yoongi's voice grows even quieter, and his hands come up to bunch in the fabric of his - hoseok's - sweatshirt. hoseok almost coos at the sight, but he knows yoongi would not appreciate the gesture. instead, he leans forward, pressing a quick kiss to the tip of yoongi's nose. yoongi's nose scrunches up in distaste, and hoseok giggles softly at the sight.
"yeah," he whispers, looking yoongi straight in the eyes. "yeah, i really want to."
yoongi's flush grows even darker, and he takes to fiddling with the sleeves of his hoodie a bit. but he looks pleased, and hoseok smiles at the sight. "do you have any lube?" he asks, and yoongi's brows furrow, his teeth biting at his lip in concentration. he tilts his head to the side slightly.
"there should be some in my room i think? but-"
"wait! i think i might have some..."
yoongi frowns in confusion as hoseok leans over the side of the sofa, grabbing at his jeans. he fumbles for a few seconds, then resurfaces with a triumphant "ha!"
in his grasp is a small packet of lube. yoongi raises an eyebrow.
"you really did read into that text, huh?"
hoseok blushes, and grumbles something under his breath about yoongi shutting up. yoongi laughs, but it turns into a gasp as hoseok's hand wraps itself around yoongi's half hard cock. the mood quickly falls back over them as hoseok strokes yoongi back to full hardness with one hand, the other stroking softly over his thigh. yoongi's hands drop from where they were still clasped in his sweater, arms raising and wrapping loosely around hoseok's neck. hoseok kisses down his throat as the hand on his thigh moves slowly inward.
hoseok suddenly pulls away, pressing a brief kiss to yoongi's lips when he whines, then gently unclasps yoongi's arms from around his neck. yoongi cooperates, albeit a bit reluctantly. he immediately forgives hoseok when he is rewarded with a trail of kisses leading down his navel. hoseok's face is dangerously close to yoongi's cock, and yoongi can feel it twitch in response. he ignores it and focuses on the way hoseok now has both hands running up and down his thighs, gently massaging the insides and humming against yoongi's soft tummy. he shifts further down for the second time that night, pressing a single soft kiss into the skin of yoongi's thigh. he then wraps his hands under the backs of yoongi's knees and slides yoongi's feet up the sofa cushion, spreading them wider and causing his legs to follow. hoseok leans down and lifts the thin legs, letting yoongi's calves hook over his shoulders.
yoongi suddenly feels nervous again, spread wide and exposed to hoseok's watchful gaze. hoseok can feel yoongi's muscles tensing, and presses a few reassuring kisses into the inside of his right knee. yoongi relaxes a bit at that, but the vulnerable feeling remains.
hoseok licks his lips, feels his mouth water at the sight of yoongi's pink hole directly in his line of sight. it clenches in the cool air of the living room, and hoseok blows on it lightly, watching with fascination as it responds to the warm air. he hears yoongi let out a loud gasp above him and looks up at him, meeting the open gaze which he directs at hoseok.
"you okay?" hoseok asks, because yoongi's gaze is dark, but he can see the flicker of nervousness dancing behind his eyes. yoongi scoffs weakly. "of course i am." hoseok grins up at him, beautiful and adoring and directed at yoongi. yoongi can feel his nerves melt away from his body and goes a bit lax in hoseok's hold, shooting a small smile in hoseok's direction and running a hand through his hair gently.
hoseok brings one hand up to grip yoongi's cock, pumping him slowly and rhythmically. yoongi's throws his head back into the cushion at the sparks of pleasure which start in his cock and spread through his body, heating him up from the inside out. he can feel the heat from hoseok's body seeping into him from where his heels dig into hoseok's shoulders, and his hands grip at the cushion on either side of him. he distantly hears the sound of foil being torn open, but doesn't think much of it.
his attention is garnered, however, when hoseok's hand slows to a stop, dropping his dick to rest once more against his navel. hoseok starts trailing kisses up and down his thighs again, and yoongi sighs in pleasure. it is short lived, however, as yoongi is soon jumping at the feeling of something slick and wet rubbing over his hole. hoseok shushes him with a kiss to his hipbone, his left hand stroking at yoongi's thigh. "hey," he says, and yoongi looks down to meet his gaze.
"have you ever done this before? to yourself i mean."
yoongi shakes his head a little shyly and hoseok grins, pressing another kiss to his hipbone. "we'll go slow,
yeah?"
yoongi can only hum in response, but stiffens as hoseok's finger presses against his hole again. yoongi shudders at the foreign feeling, and hoseok makes soft shushing noises.
"you've gotta relax, hyung."
hoseok's finger is now rubbing gentle circles over yoongi's entrance, massaging his perineum with a steady touch. yoongi tries his very best to relax his muscles, and is rewarded with a soft smile. slowly, hoseok's finger presses into yoongi's tight heat, stopping as he reaches the first knuckle. if the rubbing felt foreign, then having something inside feels absolutely alien, yoongi thinks. it's not unpleasant though, just odd. when hoseok feels yoongi relax, he presses the finger in further, and huffs a shaky breath at the way yoongi clenches around him. he curls the finger experimentally, and is rewarded with a soft gasp. hoseok slowly draws his finger out, then presses it back in, feeling yoongi's answering groan.
as hoseok's finger starts pumping slowly in and out of yoongi, the discomfort fades a bit, leaving behind a feeling that isn't quite pleasurable, but isn't entirely unpleasant either. yoongi's eyes flutter shut, and he focuses on his breathing. he lifts his head weakly, gazing down at hoseok. he groans loudly at the sight.
hoseok's hair is mussed, his lips are swollen, his breath is coming in heavy gasps, and he's looking at yoongi like he's the only thing in the world, and yoongi's chest tightens a little. hoseok is here, between his legs. hoseok is fingering him, and suddenly the situation seems ten times more pleasurable. it's hoseok's finger dragging against yoongi's rim and stroking him with a careful touch.
yoongi moans loudly, and hoseok looks up at him with a questioning gaze, pupils blown. yoongi bites his lip.
"another."
there is certainty in yoongi's voice, and hoseok is quick to obey, pulling his finger out and kissing yoongi's hip when he whines at the empty feeling. he adds more lube, then presses two fingers to yoongi's rim, massaging gently in the hopes that yoongi will relax and open up more. he slowly presses the tips in, then stops as yoongi whines in discomfort. hoseok's worried gaze is immediately flicking up towards him. "you okay?"
yoongi scrunches his nose, trying to get used to the stretch. it burns a little now, despite hoseok's careful efforts. yoongi squirms a bit, trying to situate himself at a more comfortable angle. hoseok is waiting patiently, still sporting a concerned look.
"i'm fine. just... give me a second."
hoseok leans down and starts pressing more kisses against yoongi's navel and around his hips, peppering over the tops of his thighs. yoongi sighs at the feeling, relaxing and allowing his body to pull hoseok's fingers in a bit further. hoseok gasps as he feels yoongi clench around his fingers.
the pain has subsided a bit, or at the very least, yoongi has gotten more used to the feeling. he grasps for hoseok's hand, the one rubbing soft circles into his hipbone, and interlaces their fingers, squeezing slightly. hoseok smiles up at him.
"you can keep going." yoongi whispers. hoseok presses his fingers further in, a wet sound coming from the movement as his fingers slide more easily than before. yoongi's grip on hoseok's hand grows tighter. yoongi is frowning, eyebrows furrowed. hoseok brings his free hand up and wraps it around yoongi's cock, hoping to distract him from the pain. it works seemingly, as yoongi's eyelids flutter and he lets out a deep sigh. he moans as hoseok's hand works up and down his length, and his attention is momentarily taken away from the fingers which are pressing inside of him.
hoseok's hand falls away from yoongi's cock, and yoongi becomes aware of the fact that hoseok's two fingers have stilled, pressed into yoongi's hole up to the bottom knuckle. the fingers twitch a bit, and yoongi moans lowly. "move," he gasps breathlessly.
hoseok starts slow, making sure yoongi feels each stroke against his rim, each curl of his fingers. his fingers start moving more, scissoring apart and giving yoongi even more stimulation. yoongi's face is flushed and there is sweat beading at his hairline. he can feel every delicious stroke of hoseok's fingers, pressing deeply into him, and yoongi is panting, moaning prettily with every slide. hoseok's fingers start moving faster, and obscenely wet sounds fill the room as hoseok's fingers build up to a rapid pace. drops of lube drip out of yoongi's hole and down his crack. yoongi lets out a particularly loud moan, and hoseok moves himself further up the sofa, fingers stuttering a bit at the changed angle. he presses a wet open mouthed kiss to yoongi's lips, then pulls away a bit as they pant into each other's mouths. hoseok's fingers jerk a bit, pressing deeper, and yoongi's back arches, a choked noise coming out of his throat as his mouth drops open.
"again," he gasps, and hoseok slams his fingers into yoongi, hitting his prostate again, yoongi is whimpering now.
"hoseok, again, i- please, please, need to- please..." yoongi is babbling, head thrashing back against the sofa cushion as his nonsensical murmurs raise in pitch and volume. hoseok's hips are rutting against yoongi's soft thigh. his hand is starting to cramp, but he keeps pumping his fingers into yoongi. he is letting out mumbles of his own, yoongi's name and the words pretty and good and yes repeated over and over again. everything feels so hot, and a heavy atmosphere lays over them as they gasp into each other's skin. hoseok's hand comes between them to grasp at yoongi's cock once again, and yoongi practically wails.
"hoseok, hobi, so close... gonna-"
his words are cut off as hoseok pulls particularly hard on his cock, paired with a hard thrust to his prostate, and yoongi screams as he cums, spilling all over his belly and hoseok's hand. hoseok strokes him through it, mumbling incoherently again, and yoongi's breath comes in gasps as he rides it out, vision going foggy. he whines as hoseok's fingers continue their pumping, batting at the hand and whimpering at the overstimulation. hoseok pulls the hand away, wipes it on yoongi's thigh and braces it against the sofa cushion. yoongi is too fucked out to complain, instead moving his thigh up to meet hoseok's thrusts. hoseok's eyes are shut tightly, breath ragged and yoongi can tell he's close. his hips stutter as they continue rolling into yoongi's thigh. yoongi brings a hand up and cards his fingers gently through hoseok's hair. he hums softly and pulls hoseok's head to lay against his chest. he brings his lips to hoseok's ear.
"cum for me, sunshine."
hoseok groans, hips stuttering as he cums all over yoongi's thigh. yoongi's fingers are still combing through his sweaty hair, and he can't tear his eyes away from hoseok's face as his features contort in a way that takes yoongi's breath away. hoseok's hips slow to a stop, and he falls onto yoongi's chest with a soft grunt. yoongi wrinkles his nose, but smiles softly at the sight. yoongi's fingers massage the back of hoseok's head, and hoseok makes a noise which sounds suspiciously like purring.
hoseok's head lifts, and he looks up at yoongi with a blissed out smile.
"why haven't we done that before?"
yoongi doesn't have an answer for him, responding instead with a grin of his own. he reaches down and pulls the sweatshirt over his head, throwing it to the ground. hoseok props himself up on his elbows, turning his gaze down towards yoongi's body. yoongi is too exhausted to even try to cover himself up, so he lets hoseok look, smiling shyly when he sees the awe lighting up hoseok's gaze.
yoongi is flushed, limbs sprawled over the couch haphazardly, hair sticking to his face. hickeys and bite marks litter his pale skin, and his lips curl lazily as he looks up at hoseok, eyes hooded as a fucked out grin spreads across his face.
"god, you're sexy, hyung."
yoongi slaps at his arm, but there's no anger behind it, and he can feel his chest warm at the words.
"back atcha, you idiot."
hoseok's grin is bright and happy and yoongi can't help returning it. he tries to move, then frowns at the sticky feeling. he looks down and groans when he sees the drying cum and lube staining his skin. hoseok follows his gaze, then leans over the side of the couch to retrieve his discarded t-shirt from earlier. he wets it with the bottle of water resting on the side table, and carefully wipes yoongi down, wiping off his own hand as well. yoongi blushes when his hand travels between yoongi's legs, tenderly brushing over his abused hole, and yoongi whines a bit at the contact with the sensitive skin. hoseok shushes him and kisses him lightly.
he throws the now dirty t-shirt to the other side of the room and snuggles down into yoongi's embrace, nuzzling his face into yoongi's pale neck.
"hyung, can i sleep here tonight?" yoongi snorts.
"as if i could make you leave."
hoseok flashes him a bright smile and cuddles further into yoongi's hold. yoongi sighs, but there is a smile playing across his lips. an overwhelming feeling of fondness settles over him as he looks down at hoseok's sleepy expression, the way his cheek smushes against yoongi's chest. yoongi feels his heart beat softly in his chest and sighs happily, satisfied with the knowledge that the ridiculous boy draped over him is his. if someone had told him in fourth grade when he met hoseok that this is where they would end up, he never would have believed them. he still doesn't believe it. he grabs the blanket which drapes over the back of the couch and wraps it around the both of them, hooking their ankles together and wrapping his arms around hoseok's shoulders. his hand goes back to carding through hoseok's hair, and they're about to drift off when he hears hoseok mumble against his collarbone.
"mm, love you, yoongi hyung."
when yoongi looks down, hoseok is asleep, mouth open as he drools on yoongi's shoulder. his lips twitch into a soft smile.
"love you too, sunshine."