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“Come here.” Yoongi firmly said. Finally.

Hoseok scrambled on his feet, not because of the sternness of Yoongi's voice, but because he's been salivating thinking about sucking Yoongi's dick for a few days (secretly weeks) and he was finally going to do it.

Finally. “Finally” Hoseok jumped on the bed, trying to swallow his giggles, pulling up a smug face, softly capping his delicate dainty hands, nails pure black.

He floppled on the end of the bed and climbed his way to Yoongi's crotch, pulling his briefs down. Their jackets and pants were thrown off all over the floor, all sweaty and smelling of cigarette smoke.

“You have a really nice cock, oh my god, I'm so happy” Hoseok whispered and didn't waste any more second, grabbing Yoongi's dick with both hands on either side and licking excitedly on the head.

Yoongi smirked while he petted Hoseok's hair with one hand, pulling a little at his nape, the other just holding his weight near where the headboard meets the mattress. It was really fun seeing Hoseok so excited about all of this, and pretty hot too, Hoseok was really hot, wearing nothing but blue boxers. Black eyeliner and smudged deep red lipstick really suited him. And his thighs looked so juicy, Yoongi thought he should dedicate some time to those thighs next time. Next time. Whoa. His heart was beating fast.

Hoseok hummed in that sweet voice that Yoongi thought is was so cute, but also so hot, licking his dick up and down, slurping on the head and then going down, down and down.

“Ah, Hoseok, that's— You're so good.” Yoongi sighed tightening his grip on Hoseok's hair, making him hum and exhale even more excitedly.

Hoseok sucked hard every time he went up on Yoongi's dick, hollowing his cheeks and looking up to see Yoongi's flushed aroused face, he was still wearing a shirt and Hoseok thought he wouldn't get rid of it tonight. That was kind of a bummer, but at the same time, as he was about to slip out of his underwear, Hoseok thought it was really really hot being the only one entirely naked. He shivered.

“Turn around.” Hoseok heard Yoongi say very soflty, he let go of his dick with a pop, lips glistering and plump, and turned around on his fours, above Yoongi's hips, and lowered down on his elbows, the feelings of anticipation making him breathe shakily.

Yoongi got up a little from the headboard to reach Hoseok's ass, stripping him off his cute purple boxers, kneading the soft flesh and just... admiring the view. Hoseok was waxed and beautiful, and hard. He's so glad their got off their heads and are finally doing this, after dancing around the tension for so long, they almost threw some punches in each other's faces... but everything is fine now.

Yoongi caressed his hands down Hoseok's thighs, up to his balls and dick, to his hole. He heard him make a little noise and getting a little bit closer to Yoongi. “Can't wait for me to open you up so I can already fuck you really good, huh?” Yoongi smirked and pressed his dry thumb just a little past Hoseok's rim.

“Hhm, yes” Hoseok's voice was loud, he seemed to be very responsive, seeing how bitchy he was before, Yoongi have always thought. He wasted no time grabbing the small bottle of lube that was on the bed, squirting some on his fingers and already inserting slowly his middle finger inside Hoseok's hole, Yoongi didn't seem to want to stop smirking.

“P-please don't need to take it slow. Please” Hoseok whined a little bit and gasped when Yoongi pointed his finger down, deep. Hoseok made a really delicious noise, and believe it or not, wiggled his butt, and by the sound of his little moan, he was pouting those beautiful lips, head to the side, grabbing his own hair.

“I need to open up real good first, Hoseokie. Just two more fingers.” Yoongi said and added his pointer finger down, scissoring his way and relishing on the sounds Hoseok made, his spine arching, making his ass stick up even more. “You're so sensitive, baby.” From this point on, Hoseok was just a whiny mess, his voice high and exasperated, now even more when Yoongi laid the flat of his tongue right beside his fingers inside Hoseok's hole.

“Please!” Yoongi felt the sheets around his legs being slightly pulled up, he looked forward, down Hoseok's back to see his face turned to the side, eyes closed tight, mouth open, his long thin fingers scrunching up the sheets as Yoongi added one more finger, stroking inside, down Hoseok's prostate. He dared touching Hoseok's dick, which was already leaking precum, stroked until Hoseok's whining got louder and needier.

Yoongi slipped his fingers out, wiping them on the sheets before leaning on the headboard. “Sit here.” He grabbed Hoseok's narrow waist down his croch, and while planting his own feet on the mattress, he opened Hoseok's legs over his and shimmied his body down the bed a little, so Hoseok was lying over him, right shoulder by Yoongi's right cheek and ear, head kept straight by the headboard.

Hoseok was breathing hard while Yoongi put his lubbed dick inside, arms limp by his sides. One of Yoongi's hands went straight to Hoseok's dick, pumping it, while Hoseok started bouncing on Yoongi's cock, voice going higher and breathier.

“Yeah,” Yoongi said quietly to him, “Take what you want, baby.”

“Oh, your dick feels so nice. Feels so good. Can't believe I wanted to kick you in the balls so much to make it useless.” Yoongi snorted as Hoseok exhaled, on the verge of screaming, his thighs burning trying to keep the strength to bounce. Yoongi helped him by thrusting up every time Hoseok went down, his fingers pinching Hoseok's pierced nipple now, little fucker was so difficult before, he's surprised Hoseok turns into goo in this kind of situation. The sound of skin slapping plus the stimulation on his chest made Hoseok lose his mind, he was blabbering words but saying nothing, and Yoongi was enjoying it all so much.

“Jesus Christ, Hoseokie, you sound so hot.” Yoongi hand went down again and felt Hoseok's dick very sticky. “Oh are you already gonna come? What are we gonna do if you come already, Hoseok?” He didn't answer, just whined and bounced with more speed, his hands on the mattress helping him make an arch with his back for Yoongi to pound his dick up his hole real good.

The sounds coming out of Hoseok's mouth were driving Yoongi crazy, his ass felt so delicious and tight and hot. Yoongi turned his lips to Hoseok's jaw and licked the skin there, biting just a little bit, while Hoseok spasmed and made a very loud and long high sound, and went rigid and sagged down Yoongi's dick, breathing hard, his belly going up and down. Hoseok came.

“What are we gonna do now, Hoseokie? Huh?” Hoseok let out a rush of trembling air out of his lungs and pouted those beautiful lips, looking fucked out but still hard. Yoongi experimentally grinded his dick inside Hoseok's ass, slowly, maddening, and heard Hoseok give a very high pitched whine, noticing his dick twiching on his tummy.

“You still want my dick, Hoseokie?” Yoongi asked, never stopping grinding, drawing some of the come on Hoseok's dick with his fingers and bringing it up to Hoseok's lips. He sucked on Yoongi's thick fingers and hummed, nodding his head and starting to bounce again, breath picking up the pace. God, he was insatiable and so open.

Yoongi thrust up even harder and faster now, enjoying the heat and the body on him, every sound Hoseok made was driving him insane. Their bodies slided down a bit and now Hoseok's head was thrown backwards, his voice never getting lower. “Yoongi,” Hoseok breathed out, “I think I'm gonna cum again.” he brought his hands to his own head, pulling hair and moaning uncontrollably, body shaking, while Yoongi grunted and laughed, roaming his hands all over Hoseok's torso, little toned muscles tense under his ribs.

“My dicking game so good that you can't even control yourself? Coming so fast and still hard, wanting me to keep going? So thirsty.”

“Yes. Yes, Oh my god. It's just so good, you feel so good.” Hoseok said with a breathy voice while circling his hips, eyes closed, breathing out through his nose, feeling so good he couldn't even register that Yoongi was just teasing him. Yoongi felt his own dick twiching at the answer.

Hoseok lifted himself up, leaning on his left hand and the other one propped up on his right thigh. Yoongi was holding Hoseok under his thighs, big hands gripping sweaty flesh, fucking up inside Hoseok in a stronger pace, his moans louder and louder each thrust. The way that Hoseok's ass jiggled as Yoongi watched his dick in and out of it hypnotized him, he looked so hot, he took it so well, so slutty that yoongi's mind got a little hazy.

Yoongi could feel that Hoseok was about to come again, so he stopped, slumped down on the bed and slipped out of him. Hoseok whined again in complaint but Yoongi rolled them over, so Hoseok was on his back. “Hold your legs open for me, baby.” Yoongi put his legs under Hoseok's folded ones, held by Hoseok under the knees, and put his dick back inside. “There you go,” Yoongi said going back and forth, voice raspy. “Pull them up a little bit more, Hoseokie... That's it, yeah, good.” Yoongi needed to see his face, he looked so good. “Baby, you're so beautiful.”

Hoseok voiced his pleasure louder, and Yoongi cooed. “Yoongi! Ah, I like this, please don't stop.” Hoseok jerked his head back, and Yoongi couldn't help himself, wanting to kiss him everywhere, to his neck to his lips and beautiful cute nose. He got on his knees and went forward, folding Hoseok in half, his legs wide open, pointing upwards with the help of Yoongi's arms that were now supporting his weight over Hoseok's body. Yoongi thrusted deep and hard, not as fast as before, but just as good, the force of it making Hoseok hiccup and dig his own fingers on his thighs, blunt nails deliciously scraping flesh.

“Are you gonna come again, Hoseokie?” Yoongi asked, his own breathing getting erratic, he leaned down and kissed Hoseok's painted mouth, licking his upper lip and biting down on the lower. Hoseok gave him a long moan, body shuddering from his head to toes.

“Are you gonna come untouched again?” Hoseok frantically nodded. Yoongi leaned down even closer, but didn't touch his lips this time and whispered. “Tell me.” Hoseok broke down in a whine, panting.

“Yes! Yes! Please, Yoongi, don't stop! I'm so close! m' so close!” Yoongi sped up his pace and the sound of skin slapping filled the room and Hoseok got even louder. Yoongi was so so close too, Hoseok's hole started gripping his dick, the heat around him unbearably good. Yoongi kissed Hoseok again, hard, both their mouths smudged deep red. Hoseok mewled under him as Yoongi felt his insides tightening up and rose his head up to see Hoseok's face as he came and whimpered loudly on the sheets, eyes rolling back. At the sight in front of him, Yoongi tipped over the edge and came inside Hoseok, who was now letting go of his legs to cradle Yoongi's head in his hands, dragging him down to kiss him deep and hungrily, both of them out of breath, rolling their bodies, riding down their orgasm.

Yoongi slipped out and turned them on their sides. he brought his knee up between Hoseok's legs, brushing on his dick making Hoseok shiver and whine with overstimulation, while Yoongi skidded his hand down Hoseok's back to grab on his ass, finger on the edge of his hole. Hoseok squeaked and exhaled a hot breath over Yoongi's mouth and Yoongi snickered at him, put Hoseok on top of his body and hugged him tight, breathing coming down.

Hoseok put his arms under Yoongi and looked deep into his eyes, stunned, face flushed and sweaty, hair a little wild and curled at the ends. Yoongi also looked blissed, beautiful with blurred sparkly black eyeshadow that was still on after the concert, and Hoseok's heart panged harder for a few seconds when Yoongi thumbed his plump cheek, bringing him down to another deep and slow kiss.

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They, his mother and brother and himself, have moved around a lot during Hoseok's childhood. They moved around a lot but no matter what place they were, he remembers always watching his mom sewing and sketching colorful costumes in the corner of the current living room, hunched over her tiny desk, illuminated by a faint yellow light bulb, face sharp and concentrated, while he and his brother spent time creating short silly comics about dinosaurs and talking plants until she told them to sleep, tucking them in before going back to work. The clicking sounds of the sewing machine being the last thing echoing in his tiny head before sleeping for the night.

The last time they moved houses was to stay with his mom's mom, who always watched Inkigayo on her old swinging chair. It was a nice apartment, Hoseok had his own room, he was 14 at that time, and he didn't stay home a lot, too busy wandering his mind and body around, racing and chasing cars on the street on his bike, moving his legs until they hurt and his chest wasn't so tight anymore. He stayed outside to breathe and to run, to put that dullness in a corner of this mind to make it seem it wasn't there at all. It worked most of the time, but he had a curfew, and he respected his mother, so he would always go back no matter how bad his heart was itching for something else.

It's still like this these days, but he isn't living at home anymore, at least, not staying too long anyway, and now he plays guitar in a band and crashes wherever the fuck he is offered to, usually at Namjoon's couch because Namjoon is too nice and worries about him. Namjoon is good company anyway. That's what Hoseok makes himself think, but a tiny voice in the back of his mind always convinces him to stay around for another reason too… if Namjoon is in the scene there is 67% of chance their rhythm guitar guy will come around at some point in the night, and if he doesn't come it is okay too, he and Namjoon would write riffs and lyrics and loosely chat for hours. Everything would be fine.

Yoongi came by though, it was super late and god knows where he's been but he smelled like sweat and cigarettes. He didn't seem to care that Hoseok was sleeping on the couch because he just dropped his ass where Hoseok's legs were resting and didn't move not even to accommodate himself on the bones he was on top of until Hoseok woke up slowly, finding his mind first to think about what heck was going on, then, squinting in the dark he saw someone and his heart skipped a few beats.

“The fuck you're doing here,” he put his weight on his elbows to look up, voice laced with sleep, “trynna make me scream and give me a heart attack?”

“Shhh… why you so loud at this time in the morning?” Yoongi laughed faintly. “Just… hold on.”

Yoongi got his ass up for a few seconds and lifted Hoseok's legs to position them on his lap. “There.”

Hoseok kept looking up, his vision adjusted to the lack of light at night, and he could see that Yoongi had his eyes closed, head thrown back on the top of the couch, hands loosely curling around Hoseok's ankles. He seemed very tired, a little bit breathless, heavy.

Suddenly Yoongi was looking at his direction and Hoseok didn't know for how long he must have been staring, but Yoongi didnt look troubled by that at all, just kept staring right back, breathing in the silence, in the damp late night.

“Do you remember my drawing?” Hoseok asked out of the blue. “Remember me that day?” He tapped one of Yoongi's bony thighs with his socked foot.

The sound of fabric ruffling seemed a bit to loud in the quiet of the apartment. Yoongi turned around, confused by the question, but then realization took over his eyes.

“Ah, yes.” He gave a small smile. “I do. I do remember.”

It was a drawing Hoseok did several months ago, of Taehyung's favorite band, before meeting any of these guys. It was very caricature-like, kind of ugly in a fun way. Somehow it ended up back in Hoseok's hands, when he worked at the music store. It was a little awkward because someone entered the store and walked to the counter to ask him in a very serious tone.

“Are you... Hobi…?” The guy asked while looking up and down from the paper seeming like he wasn't so sure if he got the name right or not.

“Uh, yeah, that's me.” Hoseok replied but it sounded more like a question.

“Cool doodle, bro.” The man slapped the piece of crumply paper on the counter and left just as quick as he came in.

A week later, when Hoseok had scheduled an audition for the band that he is now a part of, he found out that that guy was Yoongi, but he acted like he never saw Hoseok in his life until then. So Hoseok didn't think about it either, whatever, Yoongi that day seemed preoccupied with something else, speaking on the phone, only leaving it behind to storm off without saying a word to anyone. And since no one seemed to even acknowledge what had happened, he decided to follow their lead and ignored the situation as well.

Hoseok kicked his foot lightly on Yoongi's thigh again and laughed quietly, sweetly, more air than anything.

“What was that about? Thought you were crazy.”

Yoongi didn't say anything, just smiled showing all of his teeth, his eyes squinting. He shook his head and sighed humorously, like Hoseok said the funniest unbelievable thing he's ever heard, never taking his eyes off him, very fond.

When the silence took over the space once more and their breaths were even again, Yoongi asked quietly, with a tilt of his head, to Hoseok scoot over, so he could fit in the space between Hoseok's arms.

Holding Yoongi like that felt a little bit strange. It felt a little strange because he felt like he still couldn't understand him, but who understands anyone really? brains are too knotted up and so full and so sinuous that not even its owner can really understand it, too much of raw emotions and wicked behaviors that it seems kinda dumb to want to try and figure it out. Why figure it out?

Hoseok watched Yoongi under so many different lights now that he decided he was being a little unfair and caring a little too much before.

It's the way that Yoongi carries himself quietly to his acoustic after getting back from lord knows where, where it clearly had made his skin thin and tense ready to snap at any giant blow or at any speck of dust that would dare to land on it. At these moments he always seems to be holding something down within himself, and if he is anything like Hoseok, Hoseok should know when to step back, to let Yoongi collect all his anger and all that heavy dust that has been peeled away from his chest by the pure force of his heart. It's the way Yoongi shows them the new riff he came up with and all the ideas he has for a new song, and the rasp of his voice when he sings a few lines from his beat up notebook, or even when he dances in that very odd way and everyone knows damn well he doesn't care at all if people think it's funny or whatever. Hoseok is so hooked up that he sees it even in the way Yoongi holds his glass and cigarette all in one hand, and how he blinks how he just looks at people around him. It's something that, to Hoseok, only Yoongi has, and he doesn't really know what it is even when he can list everything that holds this particular Something in Yoongi. it's just Yoongi.

So, there was a Hoseok with a Yoongi in his arms thinking about a lot of things at once. things that didn't even make a lot of sense to him in that moment if Hoseok was being honest. He thought to himself “what the fuck am I doing” and closed his eyes and seized the extra warmth he's gotten at that moment.