If only their parents knew that they hadn’t produced even one heterosexual kid.
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15 Apr 2018
He had no idea what possessed him to be so brash with their friendship, so drowned by lust that made him send Hoseok a hormone-fuelled text message at 3 in the morning.
How did she taste when she came in your mouth?
His heart raced, blood pounding in his ears. He was so hard from the images he had in his head of Hoseok leaving finger-shaped bruises on hips and teeth-shaped hickeys on inner thighs. He may never be able to look at Hoseok's lips again without thinking of what that mouth could do.
He received a reply a few minutes after.
Fucking amazing. I didn’t want to stop.
He knew that the two of them were engaged in a dangerous game now, but he didn’t want to stop, not when this was perhaps the closest he could get to getting intimate with Hoseok.
Did you fuck her with your tongue?
He had his hand wrapped loosely around his cock, thumb brushing over his slit, wanting to savour the heady moment, wondering if Hoseok was jerking off too.
“You really like watching blow job scenes, huh? Does it remind you of when girls used to blow you?”
He feels flushed from Hoseok’s question. They’ve never really talked about girls, the underlying assumption being that none of them ever really had substantial experience before. Everyone knows Hoseok had a girlfriend once, but they tend to stay away from each other’s personal history, the unspoken promise between them that what happens in their pants, stays in their pants.
He lets out a shaky laugh.
“I’ve never had a girl blow me.”
That’s the whole truth. He didn’t want to bring up how he’d only let boys come near his dick, as there was too much personal history being shared currently.
“Ah, bummer. Blow jobs are amazing. Well, when you get someone who’s enthusiastic about it, at least.”
He tells himself to pay attention to the film, to watch how the actor has his mouth over the actress’ plump breasts, sucking her nipples for his money’s worth, instead of listening to the lazy drawl of Hoseok’s voice as he hears Hoseok palm the front of his shorts.
“Fuck off, fag.”
This time, Hoseok was prepared for it, but it didn’t change the fact that it hurt especially when it came from Yoongi, someone he had trusted his secrets with.
“Tell you what. If you don’t take your medication, this fag will kiss you until you do. How about that?”
Yoongi bared his teeth.
“You’re not man enough to try that, Hoseok. Don’t make me laugh.”
“I’ll kiss you with tongue.”
Hoseok shook the bottle of pills in front of Yoongi again, and was not at all surprised when Yoongi smacked it out of his hand, sending the bottle flying across the room, rolling under Seokjin’s bed.
He remembers taking a deep breath, because he had been trembling with frustration, grabbed Yoongi by the neck, thumbs pressed hard into that stubborn jaw, and kissed him, really, really hard.
“Does baby want to sit on my lap?”
He nods, half shy half eager, and he latches on to Daddy’s hand as he is led to their comfortable sofa, where he straddles Daddy, relishing the hands that run over his skin. His cock is peeking out from the slit in his boxers and each time Daddy kisses him, he grinds up against him, delicious friction sliding over his cock.
Daddy’s kisses always have this effect on him, reducing him into a drooling mess, and he wishes he was less reactive to Daddy’s hold on him but the thought slips away easily when Daddy nudges his tongue, gentle, past his lips, and he finds himself helplessly sucking on it, thirsty.
He feels himself leaking, Daddy’s hand on his cock making slippery wet noises and he chokes from the thought of dirtying Daddy’s nice suit, knowing how much he paid for it.
“Daddy, your clothes. I’m messing you up.”
The smile he gets makes his heart flutter.
“I like it when you mess me up, baby.”
Bookmarked by daddyhoseok
09 Apr 2018