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Hoseok and Jimin have been best friends for years, and when Hoseok gets bored at Namjoon's party, he invites Jimin over to his house.

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Hoseok was bored, looking between his watch and the party, the classical music lulling him to sleep as the minutes ticked on. Taehyung and Namjoon were nowhere to be found, and Jungkook had run off with a girl hours earlier, which was a clear sign he wasn't going to be home for the night. The only person Hoseok even felt remotely comfortable around was Jimin, who strode towards him with a wine glass in hand, suit fitting to his frame impressively.

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Hoseok was bored, looking between his watch and the party, the classical music lulling him to sleep as the minutes ticked on. Taehyung and Namjoon were nowhere to be found, and Jungkook had run off with a girl hours earlier, which was a clear sign he wasn’t going to be home for the night. The only person Hoseok even felt remotely comfortable around was Jimin, who strode towards him with a wine glass in hand, suit fitting to his frame impressively.

“Here.” The younger handed his friend the glass, shifting to lean against the wall too, looking out at the guests. “There’s nothing really to do, is there?”

A hum vibrating in his chest, Hoseok scanned the mingling crowd, women in ball gowns and men in tailored suits, all in small groups chatting within themselves with only some on the dance floor, swaying to the beat of the live band. “Nope. Namjoon only invited us so he’d have company, but he’s disappeared, too.”

“I saw him chatting with that Seokjin guy.” Hoseok couldn’t help but admire Jimin’s hair, the effortless waves framing his face perfectly. He was partially thankful Jimin had redyed his hair from the previous cherry red to a common chestnut, as the outlandish colour made it far too difficult for Hoseok to keep his eyes to himself.

“Makes sense.” Seokjin was another wealthy guest, one which Namjoon seemed to get along with easily, which was surprising considering he had a fairly rude personality when put in comparison to other wealthy heirs. “And Taehyung?”

“I’m pretty sure he’s annoying Yoongi at the bar.” So it was just Jimin and Hoseok, stuck in a corner together waiting for the hours to tick by until they could go home. “Y’know,” Jimin stuck his elbow into Hoseok’s side playfully, glancing up at his friend, “We could go dance. Show them how it’s done, I mean.”

“Two men?” With brief consideration, Hoseok wondered if Namjoon would appreciate a stunt like that from his two friends. “Do you think Namjoon or his parents would appreciate that?”

Pushing off the wall, Jimin held out his hand, beaming. “When has that ever stopped you before, Hyung?” He had a point, and so Hoseok accepted the offer, letting Jimin weave him through the crowd as he thanked Yoongi in his head for convincing him to invest in a quality suit. It assured that, even if Jimin and himself caused a scene, they’d do it in style. However, wine glass still in hand, the man made Jimin pause to hand his glass to a middle aged woman on the edge of the dancefloor, thanking her with a bright grin before feeling Jimin pulling on his hand again.

By the time the two met on the floor, the band was already half way through a song, a slower tempo with a clear beat for easy footwork. Both Jimin and Hoseok had never studied ballroom dancing, or anything to match with a harp prior to their friendship with Namjoon, and even then, they’d only ever touched on the genre due to Namjoon’s own begging, as he didn’t want them to embarrass him if they ended up at a party such as where they were stuck at in the present. Still, they knew enough that this sort of song would require partner dancing, and so, Jimin and Hoseok centred themselves, Hoseok’s hand resting on Jimin’s hip and their hands met, standing tall.

“Is this how it’s supposed to go?” Jimin questioned, trying to hold back a laugh as his friend glanced around, noticing a few people curiously gazing at them.

“I think so? I’m leading, I know that much.”

“Well then, lead!” They did what they were best at- improvisation, twirling whenever they thought the tune called for it, not paying too much mind as to who’s hand was on who’s hip, and whether or not that role changed after a spin. “I think we’re doing this too hip hop, Hoseok.”

“What do you mean?” It was near the end of the song, and he’d been laughing with Jimin for almost the entire duration of the song, having almost tripped himself over various times whilst trying to gracefully glide across the floor.

“We need to be slower, I think, we’re just screwing around and a lot more people are beginning to stare.” Jimin was right, the older noticed, scanning the crowd and realising that a lot more of the surrounding crowd were observing them now. Perhaps it was because of how bad they were, perhaps it was because they were two men, but honestly, Hoseok figured it was because of how loud they were being.

“I don’t exactly have a quiet laugh, Jimin, I think that’s the reason they’re all so interested. Don’t worry about it.”

“If you say so.” Their hands touched again, fingers lacing together as the song reached its conclusion. Hoseok’s eyes trailed across Jimin’s features, taking in his eyes, the way they curved whenever the younger smiled, the smoothness of his skin, his plump lips. It wasn’t the first time they’d shared a moment such as this, with Hoseok taking in Jimin and Jimin, Hoseok. They often spent time alone, after all, whether it be practicing dance or out for dinner. There were mixed feelings, both harbouring the fear of ruining the friendship they had for petty puppy crushes.

“The song’s started, Jimin.” But then there were moments like these, where a mere glance from the younger would have Hoseok’s heart fluttering, stomach doing flips. His hands tightened their grip, making sure Jimin knew he didn’t want the touch to end.

“Well then, let’s dance.” Taking a step closer, Hoseok found their chests pressed together, Jimin’s breath dusting across his skin as they began to sway to the music. It was a slow song, one that had Hoseok tilting his head down to fit beside Jimin’s, feeling the younger press closer as he did. They both forgot about the crowd, about the possibility of Namjoon emerging and kicking them out- about the possible scolding Namjoon would get from his parent’s if he didn’t kick the two out.

“We have an audience, Jimin.” The younger hummed, and Hoseok watched as Jimin turned his head to face him, eyes soft, obviously relaxed. Truthfully, the older wanted to stay as they were, also, but it was dangerous for the two of them if he gave in to his desires.

“You didn’t seem to care about that before, Hyung.” With a heavy heart, the older took a step back, separating from his friend, knowing that it was for the best.

Sure. Yeah. It was for the best. They were just friends, after all. That’s all they wanted to be. Just friends. Jimin’s face spoke volumes, however, and for a moment, Hoseok doubted himself. Should tonight be the night he tried to press further? Jimin was sure making an attempt, that much was obvious, but Hoseok was hesitant.

“What the fuck do you two think you’re doing?” It was Namjoon, hurrying to the duo’s side, a prominent frown tugging at the corners of his lips. “Everyone’s watching you two snuggle on the dancefloor! Do you know how that makes me look?” Jimin chuckled, releasing Hoseok’s hands and tucking them into his pockets. The older mimicked Jimin’s actions, huffing as they were scolded. They had both known it was only a matter of time before they were caught, but that didn’t make Hoseok any less sour.

“Namjoon, your reputation is already terrible. In fact, I think it’d be weird to all the guests if you didn’t somehow cause a fuss at the party.” While the two bickered, Hoseok took his chance to glance around him, suddenly aware that the entirety of the guests were turned to the dancefloor, surrounding them.

It made him frustrated, Hoseok realised, not able to understand what was so shocking about Jimin and himself simply slow dancing. Plethora’s amounts of men and women had been in the very same position throughout the night, however because Jimin and himself were men, it was made to be a scandal.

“How did I cause a fuss? You two were the one’s slow dancing!”

“We’re your friends, though. You invited us.” Jimin and Namjoon’s bickering was good natured, as they both knew he didn’t actually care about what they were doing, rather, he was scared about what his parents would say. They were nice people, but there is only so much two people could take, and Namjoon’s choice to become a rapper instead of running the family business had pushed them to the brink, and understandably so.

Hoseok was going to hate himself later, perhaps, but he had a tendency to be spontaneous- which was why he and Taehyung got along so well, he guessed. So, gently pulling on Jimin’s sleeve to pull the attention towards himself, he leant down to whisper in his ear. “Meet me outside in ten minutes, okay?”

“Can you two stop being cuddly for, like, three seconds?”

But Hoseok was already gone, a smile still playing upon his lips as he weaved through the crowd, noticing that the stares began to fade as he reached the outer sector of the audience, as they had been unable to see the two dancers who had been causing such a scene.

 

~

 

“Hyung?” Jimin’s shoes tapped on the concrete steps leading out of the event’s main entrance, watching the suited figure turn from where he was standing at the gate. “Why’d you want to meet me?” Shuffling his way to his friend, Jimin couldn’t help but admire the way the moonlight caught on his cheekbones, his features well defined by the lighting.

“The party’s boring, right? So come to my house.” They both stood in silence for a moment, and the thought that maybe Jimin would decline ran through Hoseok’s head, before it occurred to him that perhaps the offer sounded like it carried underlining notions. “Oh, no! I didn’t mean-“ Hoseok made an attempt to backpedal, not catching the smile that flashed across the youngers features.

“I get it, Hoseok, don’t worry.” Tucking his hands into his pockets, Jimin sauntered past his friend, cocking his head as a signal for the older to follow. “C’mon then, or are you taking back your offer?”

“No! No, okay, yeah, let’s go.”

Their walked was blanketed in silence, the two sharing small glances every once and a while and sharing softened smiles, but neither mentioned Namjoon’s party. That was, until Jimin began to hum. It was a slower melody, the younger’s high pitch catching in Hoseok’s chest, and for the first time, the older spoke, his eyes glued to the sidewalk as to avoid the possibility of Jimin noticing the slight flush rising on his neck.

“Why didn’t you sing at the party? Namjoon asked you to, right? But you turned him down.” Hoseok loved Jimin’s voice about as much as he loved his dancing- the way his melodies flowed and how his expression changed when he tried to hit a particularly high note. However, he tended to keep that part of himself a secret, only letting himself go in moments of comfort, which Hoseok found was often when the two were alone together.

“I don’t know,” Shrugging, Jimin turned to his counterpart, lips pursed carelessly at the question “I’m not really into singing. I want to be known for dancing, like you, Hyung.”

“But,” Hoseok too found himself staring back at Jimin, despite his efforts to avoid eye contact. “What’s so bad about being known for both?” It was a genuine question, but once again, Jimin just shrugged and looked forward, not at all looking bothered by his friends curiosity despite his lack of an answer.

It wasn’t long until the two reached the front door of Hoseok’s house, the older fishing out his keys and unlocking the door, ushering Jimin inside first before flicking on the light. The two often visited each other’s houses, and so it was nothing new for Jimin to laugh at the piles of dirty laundry haphazardly tossed into a corner of the hallway. To avoid further embarrassment, Hoseok pushed Jimin into the lounge room, knowing that he’d cleaned that area of his house the day before.

“Shut up and let me get you some food.”

“For someone who lectures Yoongi about the state of his apartment,” The younger pointed to the pile of dirty dishes piled on the coffee table, and Hoseok paused to question himself. Maybe it had been the bathroom he’d cleaned, not the lounge room? “You’ve really got some mess lying around here, Hyung.” Lifting the plates from the coffee table, Jimin carried them into the kitchen, ignoring Hoseok’s protests behind him. “I’ll help tidy, don’t worry. I’m sure you’re busy most of the time and I don’t mind helping.”

Following the younger into the kitchen, Hoseok lingered in the doorway, resting against the frame as he watched Jimin shrug off his blazer to reveal the pristine white undershirt which framed his figure. Jimin often visited the gym with Jungkook, complaining that his body all too easily gained weight and he was desperate to maintain his jawline. In all truths, Hoseok sometimes worried for him. During dance practices, it would sometimes be clear that Jimin would be on another diet, as his energy would run low and his temper would flare for no good reason. It was worrying, but the younger insisted that he was fine- that the diets were the only reason he was able to maintain his muscle mass and silhouette. Looking at him now, with the white button up tucked into his slacks, which hugged his waist and backside- Hoseok may have lingered on Jimin’s ass a little longer than he should have- he reaffirmed that Jimin really was ‘sexy’.

Sure, it was obvious that he was cute, with his round face and eyes that curved whenever there was even a hint of a smile. Sure, it was obvious that he was handsome, with his chestnut hair that always seemed to fall perfectly, regardless of whether it was styled or simply mussed from dancing. It was now, though, with his sleeves rolled to his elbow, clothes accentuating his proportions, face neutral save for the slight furrow of the brow as the muscles in his arms flexed while he tried to scrub the dried food off the plate, that he was sexy.

It was a strange observation, but Hoseok decided it had been a strange night, and therefore he was excused from checking out his best friend. So, after offering to help and being rejected, Hoseok decided he was going to sift through his movies, hoping to find one they hadn’t yet watched together. After all, he wasn’t exactly the wealthiest, and so there was really nothing worthwhile to do at his house other than to watch television. Jimin never seemed to mind, thankfully, and as Hoseok held up the DVD case for an action sequence, the younger grinned with anticipation. Hoseok was thankful, for all he could truly offer Jimin, at least in this stage of his dance career, was his friendship.

 

~

 

 “Do you believe in love, Hobie?” The question took the older by surprised, and he tore his eyes away from the screen yet again, meeting Jimin’s gaze. Truthfully Hoseok hadn’t been able to keep his attention on the movie, opting to instead steal looks of Jimin for a few seconds at a time, admiring the way his hair- now brown- fell in front of his eyes, having to be brushed back every couple of minutes.

They’d both decided to rid themselves of the product weighing their heads down, with Jimin briefly wetting his hair and blow-drying it, while Hoseok simply used a towel to ruffle his back into its natural part. It was times like these that the two felt that their friendship was at its strongest, enjoying the tranquillity of the silence between them as they went about their business, whether it be washing up, or watching movies.

“I mean,” Hoseok considered the idea, his lips momentarily pursing before he let out a sigh. “I think so? I’d like to think I’d fall in love one day, it sounds nice.” With a hum, Jimin turned back to the movie. They were silent for a moment longer, before the older’s curiosity got the best of him. “Why?”

“Sometimes I just wonder, is all.” Flashing white teeth as he grinned, Jimin tossed his legs over Hoseok’s lap, sinking further into the couch. “I believe in love, I think. Not at first sight, but I mean, over time, sure, yeah, it could happen.”

“Do you think,” Hands rested lightly on Jimin’s legs, Hoseok’s thumb rubbing circles absently against the fabric of his slacks. “Do you think friends can fall in love?” Hoseok wasn’t sure if Jimin could read the underlining meaning behind his question, but his heart jumped into his throat as the younger maintained his gaze, grin softening.

“Yes, I think they can.”

For the next twenty minutes, neither man said a word, with Hoseok’s touch never straying from Jimin. He would never admit it, but the older enjoyed the heat that sparked in his body from Jimin’s presence- the light touches they would both give and receive from one another, especially in the dance studio. Jimin would say something about Hoseok’s hip thrusts, only to receive a response similar to ‘Well what can I say?’ which would lead to sidewards glances and wandering hands as they corrected one another.

“Would you ever date a friend, Jimin?” His voice was low, barely audible over the explosion on the screen, but Jimin heard. With a slow turn of the head, Hoseok felt the energy in the room shift, the air burning in his lungs as everything began to grow hotter. Or maybe it was just him.

Jimin’s eyes were dark, never leaving Hoseok’s face as he answered, not missing the way the olders Addams apple bobbed as he swallowed the lump in his throat. “I’ve considered it.”

“With who?”

“Someone close to me.” With a hum, Hoseok slid his hand a few inches higher up Jimin’s leg, testing the reaction he’d receive. After all, if he was misreading the situation, he’d easily be able to fabricate an excuse for his wandering touch. However it seemed that his defence wouldn’t be necessary, as he caught the corners of Jimin’s lips tilting upwards, tongue darting out to lick at his lips.

“And?” Continuing to run his hand further up Jimin’s leg, Hoseok pressed for more, hoping to get a direct confession.

“I decided I would, as long as they made the first move.” Jimin swallowed, his voice having raised an octave during his answer. It was all Hoseok needed, pushing the youngers legs off his lap and leaning over Jimin, his hand gripping the arm of the couch as he leaned down, hesitating momentarily before closing the distance and pressing his lips against the others.

It was no surprise that Jimin had soft lips, but Hoseok still felt all the nerves in his body stand on end as, in his mind, a war raged on. They were supposed to be friends, friends who, yes, admittedly flirted with each other often, but friends none the less. Yet here they were, Hoseok hovering over the younger with a hand traveling to grip at his partners waist, a leg sliding between Jimin’s to help keep him upright on the small couch. Hoseok didn’t know what to do with himself.

As he went to pull away, Hoseok felt a hand on the back of his neck, holding him in place as Jimin’s lips parted, a silent invite. So there they remained, Jimin’s hands running under the blazer of his best friend to encourage its removal, leg curling around Hoseok’s waist to pull him closer- the older keening at every touch he received. It was a blur for both of them, neither really remembering how they’d slid from the couch to the wall, Jimin’s head rolling backwards to hit the hard surface harshly as Hoseok began to nip at his neck. The older had laughed and pressed a kiss to his partners forehead, trying to ease Jimin’s annoyance as he whined about the lump he was surely going to develop as a result.

However, when Jimin rolled his hips into Hoseok’s it was painfully obvious where the two were going to end up. Within the next few minutes- or hours, neither could really tell anymore- they found themselves on Hoseok’s mattress, Jimin pulling his partner down into a slow kiss, their bodies working in tandem. Somewhere along the way, Hoseok’s blazer had been abandoned, along with Jimin’s shoes and socks.

Hoseok’s touch was soft, ghosting over Jimin’s skin as his hand came up to cup the youngers cheek, not missing the way Jimin leaned into his touch. It was all so sudden, with gentle caresses and rustling clothes, soft giggles dancing from mouths occasionally, before finally, they were both in their boxers. They’d flipped somewhere in the mix, with Jimin straddling the older’s hips and sitting back to run a hand down Hoseok’s torso, watching his muscles jump and tense with each touch.

It was a position Hoseok felt vulnerable in, but he didn’t hate it. There was something about having Jimin above him, appearing equally as dishevelled as Hoseok felt, lustful gaze in his eyes as all his attentions focused upon Hoseok, Hoseok, Hoseok. Not able to keep his hands to himself any longer, the older allowed his touch to run up Jimin’s thighs, gripping his hips before grinding him down upon himself, smiling brightly when the youngers head lolled back from the much needed friction. All Hoseok wanted to do was to touch Jimin, make him feel good, have Jimin gasping his name as he unravelled slowly underneath Hoseok.

“Jimin, are we really going to…” Hoseok draped an arm above his head, eyes following his possibly-more-than-a-friend’s movements, not quite believing that the day had finally come where they’d both simply given up on holding back.

“Only if you want to, Hyung.” The youngers hands trailed back up Hoseok’s body, one running up across his shoulder and up the arm above Hoseok’s head to entwine their fingers while the other pressed beside the darker haired man’s head to keep himself upright.

“I want to.” It didn’t take long for the two men to rid themselves of the final barrier between them, Hoseok having been rolling his hips up into Jimin, his free hand caressing the growing length in the youngers boxers before, finally, they were both bare to each other. “Who’s gonna… Y’know?”

Jimin couldn’t help but laugh, head dipping into the crook of Hoseok’s neck, and the older, too, began to chuckle, his hands trailing up Jimin’s bare back and carding through his hair, enjoying the way it made the younger press into him. “I’ll take it, Hyung, it’s fine.” Again, they began to laugh. Surely Jimin had imagined this scenario, Hoseok knew he had, but it hadn’t played out like this.

His fantasies were always wild, aggressive- Jimin being pushed down onto the bed, crying out for more, more, Hoseok giving him what he wanted, watching the way he gripped at the sheets as his end quickly approached. As the fire in his body burned, Hoseok would go faster, harder, pulling on the youngers hair to have his back arch so beautifully, Jimin’s ass bouncing as Hoseok’s hips slammed against him over and over again. Or, on occasions, he would imagine being under Jimin, feeling the youngers lips on his neck as he was fucked into, fingernails scraping down Jimin’s back as Hoseok cried out, begging for his own release that Jimin would deny, because he had to be good, had to be so good, had to earn it.

But no, Jimin ground down against Hoseok’s own length, the two sighing softly as the older pressed a delicate kiss to Jimin’s temple, admiring the grin that pulled at smaller’s lips, loving the curve of his eyes. Sitting back up, Jimin gestured to the nightstand, obviously asking if that’s where Hoseok kept the condoms and lube.

“Oh! Yeah, let me just,” Hoseok sat up, rummaging around in the small drawer and finding lube, but that was all. “Shit, no, not now, shit!” He hung his head, cursing himself for not stocking up earlier. He didn’t usually bring people home, or at least, people he was going to sleep with home, and so it usually never ran through his mind to stock up on condoms.

“What’s wrong?” Jimin crawled further into the olders lap, kissing his neck softly and trailing up to Hoseok’s sharp jawline, lightly running his tongue along the edge until he reached his ear, taking the lobe into his mouth and gently sucking. Hoseok’s breathing quickened, and Jimin felt hands snake around his waist to pull him closer, the youngers length pressed between the pairs abdomens.

“I don’t have any… I ran out of condoms, sorry.” For a moment, Hoseok thought Jimin was going to laugh again, the man sitting back to peer into the drawer also, confirming that there were, in fact, no condoms. The older cursed his laziness and sat back, his head tilting to the ceiling before it hit the headboard.

“I mean…” Jimin’s hand snaked up until they were around Hoseok’s neck, fingers threading into his hair as the younger pulled him closer, foreheads touching. Their breath mingled, and it was in that moment that he decided Jimin had to be the most beautiful man he’d ever seen, both of their gazes unwavering as they locked themselves onto one another. “You’d never do anything to hurt me, and I’ve got nothing, I can assure you,”

Hoseok hummed, the corners of his mouth twitching upwards at Jimin’s words. “Not too experienced?” The grip in his hair tightened, a quiet warning that he begrudgingly heeded.

“So as long as you promise you’re clean, then I don’t really mind.”

“Are you sure?” The permission still had the older hesitating, nervous that Jimin would regret being with Hoseok in the morning. He didn’t know if he’d be able to face Jimin again if that were the case, especially considering how important his friendship was in keeping Hoseok sane. After all, Jimin was the one who ensured he didn’t sleep at the dance studio every night.

“Of course I’m sure.” The words were purred into Hoseok’s ear, and he groaned softly, letting his head dip forward to litter soft kisses along Jimin’s neck. He didn’t know what he was feeling, but whatever it was, it bloomed deep in his chest and spread warmth throughout his body, setting his skin on fire, with every touch of the younger causing his heart to beat harder in his chest. “You are clean, right?”

“Oh!” Hoseok sat up, hastening to answer in case it caused second thoughts between them. “Of course! Yeah, yeah I’m clean, I promise! If I wasn’t I would’ve complained about it to you a long time ago, I mean-“ Jimin pressed their lips together, swallowing Hoseok’s fumbled words as he let his let his fingers card through the olders hair.

“Just shut up, Hoseok.” They both broke out into grins, holding each other close whilst landing soft kisses every now and again. They stayed like that for a while, neither paying any mind to the time, or that their arousals had waned due to their pause to establish the no-condom situation.

Maybe it was because they’d been friends for so long, or maybe because they were both still hesitant, but neither were in a rush. They had all night, after all, and Hoseok was content with moving as slow, or fast, as Jimin wanted, and as he felt the man on his lap grind against him, Hoseok knew that their moment was almost over.

“C’mon, Hoseok, I want you.” The words were whispered against his lips, ghosting over Hoseok’s skin and raising goose bumps.

“Shit, Jimin, warn me before you say stuff like that.” The giggle that was earned had Hoseok pressing his lips back against Jimin’s, feeling the other’s hands thread into his hair. “Okay, where’s the… Oh, there it is, okay, so,” He was rambling, the nerves building as he uncapped bottle and began to slick up his fingers.

“S’okay, don’t be nervous. I was with you when you had food poisoning that one time, I don’t think anything you do could be worse than that.”

“Not the time, Jimin.”

“You threw up on my shoes.”

“Jimin.”

It wasn’t long until Hoseok’s fingers were circling the youngers hole, the two still in the same position as they were before, with Jimin resting in Hoseok’s lap, arms draped over the older’s shoulders.

“Tell me if it’s too much, okay?” Hearing the hum of acknowledgement, Hoseok began to press a digit in. “Relax, ‘Minnie, it’s going to hurt more if you’re tensed.”

“I know, I know,” Jimin rested his forehead against Hoseok’s, trying to distract himself by admiring the colour of his friend’s eyes. He truly was pretty, Jimin noticed, letting his gaze travel down Hoseok’s body, admiring how his muscles jumped when Jimin’s hand ran over them. “You’re so beautiful, Hoseok.”

The praise shot through him, and Hoseok found himself pushing two fingers into Jimin, swallowing the boys hiss as he pressed his lips against the others, now desperate for any kind of friction to satisfy his hunger. Both of the men’s arousals were back, their heads dizzy with want as they continued to pull each other closer, closer, until Jimin was whining for Hoseok to ‘Get on with it’. So, with gentle caresses and soft whispers of encouragement, Hoseok lined himself up and slowly guided Jimin down after ensuring he’d covered himself with enough lube to prevent any unnecessary discomfort.

A curse drifted from the youngers mouth, burying his head into the crook of Hoseok’s neck as he gripped the headboard behind the older, not wanting to hurt the other as Jimin’s knuckles throbbed white at the intensity of his grip. Kisses were pressed to his flesh, Hoseok trying in every way possible to ease the discomfort.

“Jimin, I know it hurts, I know, but you gotta relax, baby, you’re hurting me, too.” The younger was tight, too tight, painfully tight, and Hoseok struggled to keep his voice light as he trailed his hands down Jimin’s spine, hoping that maybe his touch would help the man in his lap make it through whatever he was feeling.

“Sorry, just, keep touching me, Hoseok.” Closing his eyes and breathing deeply, Jimin willed his body to unwind, focusing on the light touches ghosting over his skin and the feathering kisses drifting across his neck and his chest, to the pulsing thickness inside of his body. He wanted it, he really did, and it wasn’t like this was his first time- it’d been a while, yeah, but for reasons unknown, he felt like a virgin again, panting in Hoseok’s ear as, little by little, he was inched down until fully seated in the older’s lap.

“You okay?” A hand wrapped itself around Jimin, stroking his length softly, and the younger gasped, confused as to whether he should focus on the pain or pleasure rushing through his body. A whine fell from his plush lips, eyes finally opening to meet Hoseok’s heated gaze. Without the younger knowing, Hoseok had been observing, making sure Jimin didn’t hurt himself. If there were any hints of hesitation, Hoseok was ready to pull out and coddle his friend- if Jimin could still be called that, as Hoseok was sure they’d moved past that title as soon as their lips had pressed together.

“Yeah, I think I’m okay now. I don’t know why it hurt so much.” He wasn’t lying. Jimin wasn’t promiscuous, but he certainly wasn’t one to avoid flings. It’d just been so long, he supposed, that his body had forgotten protocol. To test the waters, the younger rolled his hips, hearing the hiss from Hoseok as he did, and, when finding there was little more than a bearable burn, he lifted his hips and sunk down slowly, groans floating into the air as he did.

Shit.”

It was slow, the younger riding Hoseok as affection rained down upon him. Hands caressed, Hoseok watching with hungry eyes as Jimin arched backwards, his hands resting on the mattress behind him as he rolled his hips, head lolling back as Hoseok’s hands ran over his torso, pressing flat on the youngers chest as they moved together. There was a time in the dance studio where Jimin had demonstrated his flexibility, boasting about how easy it was for his body to bend and twist in certain ways, and it was now that Hoseok was reaping the benefits- with Jimin’s legs spread wide and his spine bending as he continued to grind down with his back arched.

Hyung,”

“Lie on your back, Jimin.”

It wasn’t long before Jimin’s nails were raking down Hoseok’s back, the gentle pace set driving them both wild. Thinking about it, Hoseok realised that perhaps Jimin was too precious to truly ‘Fuck’- No, the younger needed, deserved even, to be treated like glass, with every inch of his body worshipped by soft touches or lingering kisses. Hoseok wondered if they were ‘Making Love’.

“Hoseok, oh my god,” It sounded as if he was singing again, Jimin’s voice reaching an octave Hoseok could only dream of achieving, head flung back as his hair fanned across the mattress. He was absolutely gorgeous, and the older found himself with his head buried in the crook of his neck once again, nipping and pressing soft kisses along Jimin’s collar bone, revelling in the soft whines drifting from plush lips.

“So beautiful, Jimin, I can’t believe you, so perfect.” All breath was stolen from Hoseok as he felt the man below him tighten , the nails on his back digging deeper after his compliment. Perhaps, he realised, Jimin enjoyed the praise. “Do you like that?” He lifted his head, watching Jimin’s eyes flutter open, the flush dusting over his chest and neck deepening as he nodded gingerly, hesitating on his answer.

“Tell me again, Hoseok?”

He had to be careful, hip stuttering at the sultry tone mingling with Jimin’s words, curses floating from Hoseok’s lips as he tried to steady himself. “Of course, baby, of course. Always so perfect, how can I deny you?” Jimin was practically purring at the attention, pulling Hoseok down to press his lips anywhere he could reach. “You feel so good, Jimin, so much better than I’d dreamed of, shit.”

“You dreamt about me?” Hoseok closed his eyes, feeling himself speed up, the bed now creaking as they both climbed higher, higher, his own hand wrapped around Jimin as he stroked in time to the rhythm set. The younger let out occasional squeaks, lips still pressing to Hoseok’s neck and collar bone, teeth sinking into his skin every now and again as a means to silence himself as a result of the building heat within his stomach. A part of the dancer was glad Jimin was going to leave marks, the idea of everybody seeing the evidence causing his heart to beat faster in his chest. One day, perhaps, Hoseok would have to test if he was an exhibitionist, as his excitement of everybody knowing surpassed what would be considered ‘normal’. Hopefully, Jimin would be the one he’d be able to test himself with, too.

“How could I not? You’re always so beautiful, Jimin, such beautiful skin, your eyes, I love your lips, god, the noises you make, Jimin, fuck!” He was losing himself, Hoseok’s voice dipping lower and lower, words reverberating deep in his chest as he angled his hips, searching, searching, until finally-

Shit! Hoseok, do that again!” So he did, thoughts clouded as all he could hear were Jimin’s pleas, begging for the release that Hoseok aimed to gift him with.

“Your ass Jimin, god, it’s out of this world. Can never stop staring at it, ‘Minie, perfect, so perfect. You should see yourself right now, never seen anybody as pretty as you, so pretty, Jimin, you deserve everything.”

“Don’t stop, don’t stop, please don’t stop!”

They both climbed higher, Jimin’s nails raking down Hoseok’s back, red trails left burning into the older’s flesh, higher, with hips snapping forward in sloppy motions, both men keening, higher, with Jimin gasping at the praise constantly whispered into his ear, higher- until the younger was moaning, releasing over his abdomen and Hoseok’s hand as the older continued to thrust into him, chasing his own release.

“Cum inside of me, Hyung. C’mon, show me what you look like.” Jimin’s tone was deep, now, causing the older to hiss as he sat up, now able to look down at his partner, who was splayed out on the bed. Hoseok raised his dirtied hand to Jimin’s lips, not expecting the younger to open his mouth willingly, tongue lapping at the cum with careless motions, before taking the digits into his mouth, sucking eagerly.

“Shit, Jimin, shit, you’re so, shit!” Before finally, Hoseok, too, found his hips stuttering and releasing inside of the younger, his own groans ripping from his chest as he felt teeth sink into the fingers Jimin had caught in his mouth. Warmth spread through him, and his eyes slipped closed as he continued to rock into Jimin, riding out his orgasm before finally halting, allowing himself to catch his breath.

Remaining where they were, both men pressed soft kisses to wherever they could reach, until finally Hoseok pulled out, a deep groan drifting from his lips before he could mute himself. Jimin tried to pull Hoseok down beside him, but the older, after offering a chaste kiss, rose from the bed and disappeared from the room, only to be carrying a damp towel to wipe the both of them down.

“I can’t believe we just, well, had sex, I guess.” Hoseok pressed his lips to the top of Jimin’s head, arms wrapped around the younger man’s body as he pulled him closer. They were both still without clothes, snuggled beneath the blankets of Hoseok’s bed, both of them too tired to truly mind the uncomfortable dampness of their sweaty bodies despite the older’s attempt to clean them. It was intimate, really- a reminder.

“It was a long time coming. I’m pretty sure ‘Tae and Jungkook had a bet on how long it would take us to get here, if that says anything about how obvious we were.” It was nice to just lay and talk, Hoseok decided, being surrounded with only Jimin. It was what he’d fantasised about for so long, and now, with the younger in his arms, legs tangled and skin pressed to skin, it was real.

They were real.

Notes:

Ok but Jimin and Hoseok in suites get me hyped af

Also, 2PM's song My House inspired this whole fic, and tbh I don't even ship jihope that hard but they're the only pair I could even picture for this fic so idek maybe my subconscious ships them who knows. Also, this is my first smut thing posted on here (and about bts) and it's not even that intense to maybe that'll let me save face -sigh- I'm embarrassed ^^' (This was supposed to be uploaded earlier but then the V App Bts Halloween thing happened and I mean as if I could ignore that)