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Jung Hoseok is a dick.
Min Yoongi grit his teeth, the cold, wooden surface underneath his body stabbing into his thigh.
Jung Hoseok is a dick, but he also has a nice dick, and it's one of the things Yoongi loves about his favorite CEO. Another thing is the way Hoseok struts, radiating big dick energy and oozing confidence. It was the way he had strode past him, that had Yoongi hooked. Yoongi was surprised to find out the younger male was a bubbly bundle of joy when not in the office, but he soon found it to be endearing, quickly bearing the honor of bringing out the happy side of Jung Hoseok, wherever they were. In fact, Hoseok had done the same for him. Min Yoongi was a lonely businessman before him, burying himself into his work during the day then taking his work home with a bottle of soju and tired mind. However, that does not make it okay for him to be propped onto a table bent over with his hands behind his back and naked while his devastatingly handsome husband slowly pumped into him, fully clothed and talking into the phone like he was doing nothing special. Like he wasn't fucking Min Yoongi.
"Tonight at six? Isn't that a bit early, Namjoon?"
Yoongi glanced at the clock, biting back a moan as Hoseok entered him once more. The timepiece was showing that it was already past five, and they both knew that no matter what, they wouldn't be anywhere else at six. Still, Yoongi was starting to feel impatient, whining softly against the desk, panting as Hoseok pulled back. He knew that Hoseok was just trying to rile him up, till Yoongi would be willing to get on his knees and beg, beg for a good fucking.
"I was thinking more like seven, seven thirty. You know, enough time to get out of these office clothes and into something comfortable."
Yoongi was not comfortable at all, looking over his shoulder to glare at his spouse. Hoseok simply winked at him, a shit-eating grin taking form on his foolishly beautiful face, causing Yoongi to soften for a moment, to really look at and admire his man. A black suit tailored to fit his body, highlighting his hips and making him look like a wet dream. A thin black tie that Yoongi was hoping would be used to tie his wrists together, not even rumpled while Yoongi was gasping. A delicate tan face, with sharp features, smooth cheeks that bundle up when he smiles, pink, plump lips making a heart shape. However, right now those lips were blood red from being mushed against Yoongi's, a passionate make-out session before this slow torture. He huffed, agitated with Hoseok's pace, wanting to feel his cock rub against his own prostate, to make him see stars. Yoongi stiffened again, clenching his limbs together to make it tighter for Hoseok. If he wanted to play that way, Yoongi could play too. The effect was immediate, Hoseok suddenly stuttering out an agreement with Namjoon, different from the lazy drawl he was using before. Hoseok's hips jutted forward involuntarily, slamming into Yoongi's ass with enough force to make him jump, sliding across the table with a satisfying squelch. The bored look on Hoseok's face was no longer there, instead filled with a lustful expression.
"Seventy-thirty it is, then. I'm going to hang up, goodbye now."
Yoongi smirked, a single beep marking the end of the call and putting an end to Namjoon's inquiring replies. It was just him and Hoseok now, in his empty office where they could do whatever they wanted. Hoseok was taking off his tie, pulling it off with a simple pull and wrapping them around Yoongi's hands, binding them together. Yoongi whined, raising his ass to try and give Hoseok a hint, but Hoseok just slapped his right cheek, forcing a gasp out of Yoongi.
"You weren't a good boy during my phone call, baby. You can't call the shots now." His raspy voice took a moment to sink in, and Yoongi immediately regretted his actions. Not that Hoseok wouldn't give Yoongi what he needed, (In the end, Yoongi always got his way) but Hoseok would prolong it for as long as possible. Hoseok leaned over Yoongi, dick still inside Yoongi's ass, forcing it in a much as he could. Slowly. Yoongi moaned, a pitiful noise that made Hoseok hum with delight. Hoseok's long thin fingers wrapped around Yoongi's neck, pulling him up and off the table. Soon, they were pressed against each other, close enough to feel the heat radiating off one another. Yoongi was aroused, so hard that he was squirming. Hoseok knew what he was doing. If he were to let go, Yoongi would be on his knees in a second, pleading for his dick. But Hoseok didn't drop Yoongi. Instead, with hand closed on Yoongi's neck, a firm grip, he held Yoongi's cock in his other. Yoongi closed his eyes and panted, aching to project his hips and fuck himself. But Yoongi knew better, the hand on his neck was there for a reason. Hoseok had grown still, breathing heavily while he held Yoongi close for a while. It felt like a hug, with more intimacy, more affection between them both, causing Yoongi to smile despite his heavy daze of arousal. Opening his eyes, he tilted his head to glance at his husband, relishing the sight he was greeted with. Hoseok had plastered himself onto Yoongi, eyes closed and nostrils moving as he inhaled. Yoongi giggled, pleased with himself for bringing out Hoseok's true desire. His giggle seemed to bring Hoseok out of his trance, for his eyes snapped open and he met Yoongi's glance, smiling sheepishly. Yoongi pouted, Hoseok now releasing him.
Hoseok untied Yoongi's hands, slowly pulling himself out of Yoongi's ass, then saying in a hushed whisper, "Sorry baby. Let's get you taken care of, yeah?" Yoongi didn't give much of a reply, simply a hum of agreement. Flexing his arms, Yoongi then slightly pushed Hoseok forward till he landed in the office chair, straddling his hips. Hoseok was quiet, watching Yoongi with such affection, it made his heart swell. Both men were still erect, and Yoongi was still lusting after Hoseok's dick. He wasn't kidding when he said Hoseok had a nice dick. It was beautiful, like the rest of his husband. Girthy, veiny, long, with a very red tip. Yoongi loved worshipping it in the morning when it woke him up, in the middle of the day when they missed each other, and at night when they made love. It filled him up, left him twitching and exhausted, and let him see the stars. It was fair enough, Hoseok was his sun and Hoseok's dick was his star. When he had told this to Hoseok once, Hoseok had blushed before hungrily pinning him against the wall and calling Yoongi his moon.
Back to the present, Yoongi lowered himself onto his husband's throbbing cock, slowly allowing it to stretch him open again. The lovers moaned in sync, Hoseok's hands finding Yoongi's waist and Yoongi's hands holding onto Hoseok's shoulders. Yoongi slowly eased himself down, whimpering as Hoseok's grip tighten on his waist, breathless and red-faced, until he bottomed out. Yoongi just sat for a moment, gaining his breath and finding his footing, Hoseok studying at him, patiently waiting till Yoongi had adjusted. The way that Hoseok was gripping his waist and clenching his legs told Yoongi was he needed this too, but his length felt so good pulsing inside of him, filling him up, that Yoongi had to pause for a minute. Yoongi then starts pulling up, hissing and leaning on Hoseok for support. He then dropped himself down with no warning, causing Hoseok to yelp, eyes flung wide open and Yoongi just pushed himself up again, starting a steady rhythm.
Hoseok moaned and jerked under him, slowly losing his will to restrict himself as he rolled his hips to meet with Yoongi's pushes. Yoongi was already crying, small tears blurrying his vision as he brought himself down on Hoseok's dick again and again. Both partners were losing control, the room filled with sniffles, breathless gasps, moaning, and little squelches as skin meets skin. Their pace quickened, the sound of slapping skin urging them on to meet each other's needs. Yoongi no longer had a tight grip on Hoseok's shoulders, instead, bouncing on Hoseok's cock with little whines and hisses. He could feel himself moaning pathetically, unable to stop the cries from leaving his mouth as he forced himself onto his lover, enjoying the sensation of being filled up then emptied. A mixture of sweat and tears were drying on his face, and Yoongi was powerless over himself as he fucked himself silly. Hoseok was squirming underneath him, helping Yoongi lift with the hands around his waist. He was already swearing, a blend of little moans and fucks signaling his need for release. All too soon, Yoongi lifted off Hoseok completely and quickly got dropped to his knees on the ground. Hoseok was whining, sluggish from the intensity of his arousal and unknowing to why Yoongi had stopped.
His whining stopped, however, when Yoongi wrapped his mouth around Hoseok's dick and started sucking. Yoongi loved the taste of his cock, salty and bittersweet. It was heavy in his mouth and forced his jaw to open till it ached as he struggled to take it all in. The first time he gave Hoseok a blowjob, he was only able to fit half of it in his mouth, much to Hoseok's amusement. Three years later, Yoongi still struggled to press his nose against Hoseok's thick pubic hair, slowly breathing through his nose. Glancing at Hoseok, who was softly biting his lip and watching Yoongi, Yoongi hollowed his cheeks and pulled back on his dick, allowing his teeth to scrape against it from time to time. Gentle fingers curled around his hair, pushing his head to take all of Hoseok's dick again. Yoongi whined and his grip grew tighter, Hoseok's breath becoming unsteady as Yoongi became slack. Soon enough, Hoseok was thrusting his hips, allowing the tip of his dick to meet the back of Yoongi's throat every time. Yoongi moaned, the vibration of his throat setting Hoseok off and with a loud, "Yoongi," his mouth was filled by a warm salty liquid he had grown familiar with throughout the years. Yoongi shut his eyes and focused on swallowing the cum Hoseok had released as Hoseok slowed down from fucking his mouth. He felt exhausted and slumped on the ground, barely reacting when Hoseok lifted him to the table and began wiping him down with a nearby handkerchief, cooing soft words of praise. He recognized the feeling of his clothes being slipped on, then Hoseok hoisting him up and carrying him bridal style, causing him to giggle and wrap his arms around Hoseok's neck, burying his face in his chest, reminiscing the night of his wedding when Hoseok had carried him out of the church. Softly, he pressed a kiss against the clothes he was facing and whispered before falling asleep, "I love you, Hobi."
Hoseok could be a dick, but he was Yoongi's dick.