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When Hoseok returned home from work, it was to pitiful whines echoing through the sleek penthouse apartment instead of the usual barrage of speed-talking and tail wagging.
He didn't bother to toe off his shoes, plated heels clacking on the hardwood. A peek down the hallway showed the door to Jungkook's 'house' firmly closed, locked from the outside, and Hoseok fought a small smile.
Ah.
He slid the lock, pushing the door, braced for the bundle of muscle that ricocheted out of the room at him with excited yaps.
"Ah, ah. Easy, Kookie. Manners," he chided softly, pushing at the head shoving under his, greedy nose at his throat, but there was no true disappointment behind it as Jungkook pulled back, massive round boba-eyes, lopsided ears, tongue lolling.
"I missed you!" the dog hybrid declared, and Hoseok cooed, ruffling his hair.
"Mhn, I missed you too, puppy." He flicked the little heart-shaped tag of Jungkook's collar. "Were you naughty earlier, hm?"
Jungkook shook his head wildly, scrabbling at him. "Nuh uh! Was good. So good. Didn't even make a mess!"
A peek into his house confirmed the claim; Jungkook's toys were all neatly away, save for two in his bed, ones he'd clearly been entertaining himself with before Hoseok came home.
"Oh, good boy," Hoseok purred, watching Jungkook's whole body wiggle with how hard he wagged his tail. Then he gripped Jungkook by the chin, just enough warning in it to have Jungkook falling still, pliant.
"Then why are you all shut up, baby boy?"
Guilt crept into the peek of Jungkook's tongue. He didn't answer for a moment, ears drooping. "I was… Momma wanted to sleep."
"And you didn't want to let him?" Hoseok guessed, digging his thumb into the space under Jungkook's lower lip just enough to make it roll out into a pout.
"I tried…" Jungkook whined, shuffling. Something firm and familiar nudged briefly at Hoseok's thigh before it was gone.
Hoseok had to fight a smirk, humming instead, letting go of Jungkook. "I'm going to wash up," he declared. "Don't be trouble while I'm gone."
"I won't! Yes!"
Jungkook was already halfway down the hallway when Hoseok slid his hands into his pockets and made a low, warning sound. "Yes, what?"
Jungkook skittered to a halt. "Yes, Daddy," he called back earnestly, and Hoseok was glad his back was turned, biting his lip briefly before heading for the bathroom at the end of the hall.
He was rinsing his face when he heard a weak, slurred call of his name, and he smirked. He had a plausible excuse for not hearing it—or the slightly louder, rougher repeat after.
He took his time stripping off his suit jacket, smoothing down his waistcoat, rolling up his shirtsleeves. Walking down the hallway, one leisurely step at a time.
The sight that greeted him in the bedroom he and Seokjin shared was unsurprising.
No, he'd been kind of counting on it, in fact.
Seokjin looked beautiful in the glossy spill of black satin sheets; long hair fluffed up, in his eyes, face buried half into his arm and half into the pillow.
His spine was a long slope, over-sized sleeping shirt rucked up and sleeping shorts pushed down around slim thighs, the fat, round, devastating curve of his ass canted up, bouncing and jiggling with each clap of Jungkook's hips.
"You b-bastard," Seokjin moaned weakly, fingers twisting in the sheets.
"I missed you too, honey," Hoseok greeted sweetly, making no move to intervene where Jungkook was fucking into his husband with the mindless need of an animal, panting, drool dripping into the hollow of Seokjin's spine, pooling there.
Jungkook fucked like it was a graded mission—hard, deep, steady. The kind of gut-deep grinding thrusts that rocked Seokjin into the headboard with every one, hair flopping, eyes scrunched shut.
The room was loud with the sloppy, wet, sticky clap of bodies, with Jungkook's fast panting and the low, slurred, deep moans that Seokjin couldn't seem to hold back.
Moans bleeding into whines, one of Seokjin's hands moving back, trying to shove weakly at Jungkook, who only licked at it, tail wagging wildly.
"H-Hos— Fuck, get him— O-off."
A slow, indulgent, downright evil smirk tipped the corner of Hoseok's mouth. "Oh, sweetheart. I think you're already doing that, no?"
Seokjin only moaned again, the sound fractured with the force of Jungkook pounding into him, bullying his cock into the soft give of Seokjin's insides, like if he tried hard enough he could fuck Seokjin through the mattress entirely.
Hoseok crossed the room in leisurely steps, sinking onto the edge of the bed gracefully and running a gentle, slow hand through Seokjin's hair. His eyes were glossy, dazed, cheeks flushed, lips still cherry-dark and swollen from the night before.
He looked beautiful.
Mouth open, helpless, nothing but a hot sheath for doggy cock.
"Mhn, are you sore?" Hoseok wondered, hand dropping, thumbing the overheated swell of Seokjin's lower lip. Jungkook had fucked him last night, too, and this morning, while Hoseok held Seokjin's head down over his own cock, letting the forceful motions of their puppy do all the work.
Seokjin could've been nodding, or it could've just been Jungkook's sloppy thrusts bouncing him. The hhnnghkkgh that gurgled low in his throat made Hoseok smile slowly.
Jungkook shuffled over Seokjin, head bowed, ears flopping as he churned into his guts with a low, thin whine. The angle made Seokjin cry out, spine pressed into a deep arch, the meaty clap of hips against ass taking on a squelching, popping sound.
"Ah," Hoseok's smile became a smirk as he learned forward a little. He could see the glistening red swell of Jungkook's cock, thick and speared, and the fat ball of his knot, stuffed into the sucking heat of Seokjin's insides and yanked out on repeat.
"Fuh—Fuuuhhck," Seokjin tried to move, to crawl away or press back, Hoseok didn't know, but he caught him all the same, pressing him back down into the silky sheets, cupping his head gently in a mockery of soothing.
"Shh, shh," he hummed, carding a hand through Seokjin's hair. Seokjin's head buried against his thigh, white-knuckle grip on the sheets.
"S'too much," his husband complained, low and weak, and Hoseok tsked at him softly.
"Oh, honey… But you're the one that wanted a dog," he pointed out, cooing, faux-sweet. "I said it was a lot of responsibility… But you insisted. You said you'd take care of any need our puppy could possibly have, didn't you?"
Seokjin shuddered, disturbing the puddle of drool in the pit of his spine. Hoseok watched it slide down the curves of his flanks, gaze dark.
He wanted to lick it up. Spit it into Seokjin's mouth, hold his pretty jaw shut and make him swallow.
As it was, he ran another soothing hand through Seokjin's hair, giving his cheek a gentle, slappy-pat. "Shhh," he repeated softly. "Just relax, sweetheart. It'll all be over soon, hm?"
He wasn't lying, at least. Jungkook was bowing, teeth grinding, tail swinging wildly, the messy catch of his knot growing harder with each thrust. He was close, Hoseok could tell. Shivering, panting, grinding into the messy, wet, scorching give of Seokjin's body.
He could get so deep, Hoseok knew. Their little puppy had such a big cock, thick and shiny, red and always dripping.
"Just let him take what he needs," Hoseok continued, moving his hand to wipe away a tear dripping down Seokjin's cheek with his thumb.
He licked it clean, then raised his head to watch Jungkook again, gaze fixed on where his slick, dark cock disappeared into Seokjin, stretching his puffy, abused little hole around it's girth.
Seokjin shifted again, wet gurgled sound, aborted movements like he was trying to get up, but Jungkook drove into him again, bullying him back into the satin spill. "Hos… Hhngh. He's—"
He was crying openly, now, and Hoseok sighed, guiding Seokjin's head onto his lap, knocking his arm out from under him.
His other hand snatched Jungkook's pretty black collar, fingers curling, twisting the leather, pulling. Jungkook had to lean forward to avoid being choked, driving his cock in deep, angled down, knot swallowed whole by the sopping heat of Seokjin's body.
They made strangled noises in tandem, and Jungkook's face crumpled, hips rocking once, twice, ears snapping back and tail puffing as he filled his master, cock throbbing and knot sealing the hot, sloppy mess inside.
"So fussy," Hoseok tsked fondly, letting go of Jungkook's collar to pet at Seokjin. "Honestly. That was nothing compared to what I would've done to you, hm? All these tears…"
He wiped at Seokjin's cheeks again, shaking his head lightly.
They stayed like that, Seokjin's sniffled choking fading into deep, easy breaths, Jungkook licking apologetically at the backs of Seokjin's shoulders as they waited out his knot, broken only by the soft hitches of Seokjin's breath whenever Jungkook shuffled, knot tugging and grinding inside.
When Jungkook tried to grind in for real, Hoseok hooked him by the collar, shaking his head warningly. "Ah, ah. Don't be greedy, pup."
With a meek look and an apologetic whine, Jungkook eased back, careful, knot tugging free and the soaking, thick line of his cock sliding out of Seokjin with a wet pop.
The hybrid wriggled off to the side, twisting to begin the arduous process of licking himself clean, and Hoseok let Seokjin's head slide gently onto the pillow, making sure he was comfortable, tucking a lock of hair adoringly behind his ear before he stood up.
His belt fell open with a soft clink, and Seokjin made a questioning sound as Hoseok set a knee on the bed.
"Waste not, my love," Hoseok purred, reaching for him.