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“Baaaaaaabe, our reservation is in half an hour and it’s a twenty minute ride to the restaurant. We’re going to be late .”
“I know, I know. This is the last one, I swear.”
Hoseok looked at the bathroom’s closed door in dismay. “You said that about three times already.”
“For better and for worse…,” was the sing-song response from the other side of the door.
Hoseok rolled his eyes. “Also in sickness and in health , and I’m starving ” he groaned.
“Whining will take you nowhere, Min Hoseok.”
“Says the one who whines all the time whenever something doesn’t go his way.”
“And it works all the time because I’m cute and you’re too weak.”
The way his heart melted at the muffled laugh of his husband was sufficient proof that the other man was right. Damn you and your stupid adorable face, Min Yoongi . “Just hurry up, okay?”
“I promise it will be worth the wait.”
Hoseok chose not to respond to that. Of course it will be worth it at the end, that was his husband they were talking about, everything was worth it if he got to spend time with the most important man in his life.
With a deep sigh he returned to the loveseat that had become his waiting spot for the last twenty minutes, refraining from looking at his wrist watch like the control freak he knew he was sometimes.
Living on a schedule does that to you after all and it wasn’t like he had a switch to turn it off, he kinda lived with it much to Yoongi’s annoyance.
“You need to loosen up a little bit, Seokie.” The man used to say. “There are no patients waiting for you when you’re home.”
And Hoseok totally got it, he did. Really. But working non stop for hours, from patient to patient, looking inside their mouths, avoiding getting drool on his last clean scrubs (it had been a busy week, don’t judge him), dealing with crying children afraid of every tool he took and then repeating the same schedule five times a week; well, let’s say it was difficult for him to arrive home and get instantly in a relaxing mode. Usually he fell asleep on the bathtub.
He smiled at the memory of him waking up surrounded by lukewarm water with Yoongi gently brushing his hair in that way he loved, softly nagging at him for putting himself at risk of catching a cold.
It had been a crazy couple of weeks with him being slumped with work as usual and Yoongi having to cover the upcoming elections. It was like his cellphone had become an extension of his body after all the calls he had received from his boss about every new update and the consequential corrections. But even then, with all the stress and the sleepless nights, his wonderful husband had taken the time of asking him how his day had been, or preparing a warm bath for his sore back, or asking his secretary to reschedule his patients from that night so they could have a well deserved dinner at a nice restaurant.
Hoseok must have been a saint in his past life for him to have such a man beside him.
“I’m almost done!”
Hoseok scoffed. “Sure, honey. Take your time. It’s not like we’re going to end up at the nearest Macdonald’s after losing our reservation.”
“You’ll look wonderful holding a tray full of fries while wearing that jacket.”
Hoseok looked down at the sequin jacket Taehyung gave him for his twenty fifth birthday and that had been collecting dust in his closet ever since. He had to admit that he felt a little conscious wearing something so bold and sparkly, he was used to wearing scrubs the major time of his days after all, but he trusted in his dongsaeng good taste and hey, if there was one night he could wear it, today was the day.
Also Yoongi’s appreciative gaze was always a good ego booster. He couldn’t wait to have him drooling over him all night.
That’s it if, after twenty minutes and ten changes of clothes, they could finally get out of the apartment.
“Yoongi, I swear. If you don’t come out of that bathroom in the next,” he gasped when he saw the time, “ five seconds I’ll go in full Tarzan mode, put you over my shoulder and leave whether you’re done or not.”
“Just grab our jackets and wait for me at the door, you bully.”
Hoseok hastily got up and went to the in wall closet beside their front door, mentally thinking of all the shortcuts they could take on their way to the restaurant. Maybe, with a little bit of luck, the freezing temperature would discourage people from leaving their houses and the traffic wouldn’t be so bad.
“Okay, I’m ready.”
Hoseok let out a breath of relief, turning with Yoongi’s warmest coat in hand. “Finall---.” The words got stuck on his throat the moment he caught sight of his husband, his mouth open but no sound coming out of it.
Damn , he thought.
Yoongi was a handsome man per se, a rare mixture of masculine and cute that caught Hoseok’s attention from the beginning. Their friends always teased him about how he had visibly swooned the moment Yoongi had entered the room the first time they met at one of Taehyung’s parties. Or how flustered he looked when Yoongi asked for his number. Or how he almost fainted when he shyly kissed him on the cheek as a farewell, promising to call him the next day.
There was no doubt that Yoongi possessed a natural beauty that turned heads without him even trying.
But when he did try , when he decided he wanted to look nice (or otherworldly in his case), it was time for Hoseok’s speech ability to die because his husband was ethereal even under the bad lighting of their hallway.
“Seok-ah. Shouldn’t we go?” Yoongi frowned, placing a hand on his shoulder. “Babe?”
Hoseok blinked at him, realizing he had spent the last few seconds looking at his husband in amazement. “What?”
Yoongi raised an eyebrow. “The reservation, remember?”
“Fuck the reservation,” muttered Hoseok, moving towards his husband so he could take a closer look of the beauty in front of him. “Look at you .” He made Yoongi twirl, paying close attention to the way those dressing pants showed his lean legs and stretched over his cute butt. “Where did that shirt come from?”
“Jimin gave it to me because it was too big for him.” Yoongi managed to say between giggles, a difficult task when his husband decided to hide his face on his sensitive neck. “Hobi, let’s go!”
“Yeah, let’s go.” Hoseok started walking forward, pushing Yoongi in the direction of their bed, totally forgetting the rush he had had only a minute ago. “I bet that shirt would look even better on the floor.”
“Oh my god!” Yoongi laughed out loud, still trying to fight against Hoseok’s attack. “Stop! We need to go. I’m hungry. Hoseok!”
“Yeah, I could really eat now.” Hoseok grabbed one of Yoongi’s asscheeks, smirking when he heard his breath intake.
They almost made it but their calculations were obviously a little off because, instead of the bed, they ended up colliding against the back of the couch, nearly toppling over it. That’s when Yoongi apparently regained his consciousness. He pushed him away so they could face each other, looking so good with his flushed cheeks that matched almost perfectly with that devilish shirt making it really hard for Hoseok to behave.
Like, really hard .
“First, dinner.” Yoongi started counting with his fingers. “Second, dessert. And then,” he pointed at him, “we come back here so you can take this shirt off without ripping it because it’s expensive.”
“But--”
“I didn’t spend half an hour looking for the perfect outfit and doing my make up for you to mess it up in only a few minutes, Mr. Min Hoseok. This,” he moved his arms up and down, “has to be appreciated by the world. Understood?”
“Yoon--”
“ Understood? ”
Yoongi was having a great time.
The restaurant was beautiful, with a wonderful view of the Han River at night and so much food at his disposal that he didn’t know where to begin.
But that wasn’t what was making his night so memorable, even though it was a great plus. The reason why he was smiling so hard to the point of hurting his cheeks was the man currently gazing at him adoringly from the other side of the table.
“I’m so happy we made it on time,” he said. “Would have hated to lose the opportunity of eating here. Kihyun highly recommended it.”
“Well,” Hoseok shrugged, flipping their meat on the grill with his chopsticks, “luckily for you I’m an amazing driver. My skills took us here despite you taking your sweet time in the bathroom.”
“Hey! You were the one that suggested that we stayed at home at the end.”
“Not my fault, babe.” Hoseok left the utensils aside so he could take his free hand between his, careful of the hot surface between them. “Did I tell you how beautiful you look tonight?”
And how could Yoongi not preen under that sincere gaze? “I think you made it very clear when you couldn’t keep your hands to yourself.” He smiled at Hoseok’s chuckle. “And you also look very beautiful, by the way. That jacket suits you.”
“I needed to shine as bright as my honey boy.”
In the past, Yoongi had always hated when other partners would get all mushy with him. Using pet names, sweet talking to him, babying him. It felt like they were teasing instead of trying to make him feel good.
But all that changed with Jung Hoseok.
Now, all he could do was blush like a teenager in front of his long time crush and look down so as not to see the other man’s satisfied smile.
“Where do you get all those lines? The Bachelor?”
Hoseok threw his head back and laughed out loud, making a man two tables over scowl at them. “You’re the only inspiration I need, babe.”
It had taken a while before he realized Hoseok wasn’t like the others, or at least that he didn’t perceive him the same way as the others.
First of all, that man didn’t have a single ounce of evilness in his body, there was no way he could do something to hurt Yoongi. Trusting someone the way he trusted his now husband had been a new concept for him, something he had to learn not to fight against. Even after all those years being together, he kept waiting for the other shoe to drop.
“Jeonghan told me that your favorite patient paid you a visit today,” he said in an attempt of changing the subject, “and that they asked for your personal number.” He sent him a meaningful look. “ Again .”
Hoseok shook his head. “Jeonghan should know better than divulging information about the patients.”
“Well, we are kind of married you know.” Yoongi lifted his hand, the golden ring on his fourth finger reflecting the light. “Yours is mine and mine is yours and all that jazz.”
“I see there’s a tendency to cite our vows today.” Hoseok said with a slight amusement in his tone. “In that case I won’t be the one to be sued for giving out private information but we will.”
“I’m too cute to go to jail,” Yoongi pouted.
Hoseok chuckled. “That you are.”
They went silent while Hoseok placed the perfectly grilled meal on their plates, giving Yoongi the bigger one as usual. Yoongi retaliated by filling his husband’s plate with a mountain of vegetables and big portions of the side dishes. It was a silent battle they always had in every shared meal. Seokjin liked to call it culinary UNO or get a room . Jimin called it cute .
“Why the insistence though?” Yoongi chewed thoughtfully. “Don’t they know you’re married?”
“Well,” Hoseok cleaned his mouth with the cloth napkin on his lap (Yoongi didn’t know why his husband’s hygienic habits were so damn sexy but they were), “I usually take my ring off when I have to put my hand inside a patient’s mouth because of obvious reasons.”
“Because it took us a whole year to save enough money for them and it would be devastating to lose the terrenal thing that connects you to your soul partner?”
“Yes,” Hoseok pondered, “and also because I don’t want to be the cause of someone’s death.”
Yoongi shrugged, “Death is imminent. And what a better way of dying than seeing that sexy mole of yours up close.”
Hoseok smirked. “Not better than seeing that gorgeous smile, babe.”
“Oh, but what about your dimples?”
“You mean the cute ones on your backside? Because I love those. I could spend a whole night worshipping them.”
“You did, remember? Right after I massaged your legs.”
“Best night ever.”
“Not better than that night when I tied you to the bed and ki---.”
“Killed my boner by using your Elmo voice and saying ‘Elmo has no master but for you he’ll kneel’ right into my ear?”
“I--wait, I did that?”
“Yes! Why do you think Sesame Street is banned at the office now?!”
“Oh my God.” Yoongi choked, coughing so hard that he was sure he was as red as the wine he had been drinking. “Oh God,” he fanned himself with his hands, “your face was pric---.” A burst of laughter interrupted him, his hands going to his mouth in an attempt of muffling his cackling and coughing.
“Keep laughing, you fucker.” Hoseok threw his napkin to him, trying really hard not to join his husband who was currently sprawled on the chair, his arms around his abdomen and claiming that it hurts .
Yoongi wiped his eye with his thumb. “Oh, babe, I’m so sorry.” He said when he saw the ㅅ pout. “I promise I’ll compensate you for that thing I did like five months ago.“
Hoseok crossed his arms, head up high. “You better.”
Yoongi shook his head fondly, still finding his husband and his childish behavior as endearing as the first time. “I’ll let you choose dessert, how about that?”
Hoseok’s doe eyes shined as bright as his sequin jacket at the mention of his favorite dish. “Okay!” He said excitedly, rapidly taking the menu.
Yoongi chuckled, not even bothering to point out that their meal was still waiting for them to continue eating. He liked to see Hoseok in his whole innocent glory.
Another thing his husband taught him was that being excessively happy over the smallest things was not bad or stupid. Behaving like a child was not something you should be ashamed of when you were around your significant other. Sometimes that expression was used to talk about someone that was openly showing how they felt, good or bad, someone that didn’t hide their emotions. As adults they had to endure a lot of things like difficult patients, articles being rewritten over and over, long work hours, unpaid bills; but it was expected of them to deal with all that without complaining because, well, that was what adulthood supposedly was. Trying not to lose control of yourself on the surface while also knowing that your life it’s not completely in your control.
Yoongi had tried to hide his emotions at first, like for the first year of their relationship, not wanting to lose that well created facade of an adult man that knows what he’s doing. Still trying to behave like a hyung to his dongsaeng instead of a boyfriend.
“Don’t come with the ‘I’m fine’ shit because we both know you’re not.” Hoseok had appeared at his apartment unannounced after a whole week of Yoongi avoiding his calls and sending him messages that he was busy with work when in reality he was beating himself up because his articles were being rejected once again and he was beginning to question if being a journalist was what he was meant to do. “Now, I brought fried chicken, ice cream and that weird drink you like. We are going to snuggle, watch a movie and if you want to cry you’ll do it and if you feel too ashamed I’ll cry first because my week was shit and I want to share it. I respect you but tonight I want you to be my boyfriend and not my hyung.”
And he did cry, like a lot. But also, while passing Hoseok the tissues and grabbing a few for himself, seeing his blotched eyes and running nose, looking like a mess, he had realized that he not only felt so much better but also invincible. He felt real.
That was the night he said those three words that he had been dying to say for over two months.
“Let’s live together.”
“Mmmh?” Hoseok raised his eyes from the menu. “What was that?”
“I was remembering when I asked you to move with me.”
That heart shaped smile looked even more beautiful under the candle light. Hoseok reached for his hand and he was more than happy to comply. “I was so happy.” He brushed his thumb over the back of Yoongi’s hand. ”Daewon was ecstatic also, knowing that she could finally turn my room into an office.”
“She sent me flowers, remember?”
Hoseok rolled his eyes, raising his hand to grab their waitress’s attention from the other side of the long room and smiling at her when she noticed. “Oh yeah. She was really happy.”
Yoongi chuckled, then sighed when he looked down at his shirt and saw a stain. “Shit, I knew this would happen.” He grabbed a napkin and tried to blot the stain until the liquid was absorbed. “I hope it’s not soy sauce because those are a bitch to clean.”
“It’s a dark shirt, fortunately. It would be easier to conceal.”
“Still.”
“Red really looks good on you, by the way.”
Yoongi stopped trying to save his shirt and looked up at his husband from under his lashes. He was familiar with that tone. It was the ‘I could eat you right now’ tone.
“Yeah?” He licked his lips. “Maybe I should wear this one more.”
“Please do.” Eyes trailed over him. “Maybe you should wear only that.”
“If you give me a boner right now, Min Hoseok, I swear I’ll make your night impossible.”
“My night was already difficult since I saw you wearing that so try your best, honey.” He murmured. “Hi,” he said not chalantly at the woman getting near to their table.
“Have you found everything to your taste?”
“It was delicious, thank you.” He smiled brightly at her. “We would like some dessert, please.”
“Of course.” She said, taking her little notebook from her apron.
“Patbingsu, for me.”
“And a piece of that strawberry cake with cream on top that I saw on display, if you may.” Yoongi looked at Hoseok with a devilish smirk grazing his face. “I’m craving for something sweet.”
“ Fuck .”
Dinner was wonderful. The romantic ambiance made him imagine himself as one of those rich male leads on k-dramas that took their beautiful date to a nice restaurant to impress them. With less wealthiness and more unpaid bills on his name but still a gorgeous companion by his side.
Frankly, it was so nice to finally have some quality time with his husband after all the craziness their life had become. And he would love to repeat that again in a near future. But sometimes, there were more important matters than having an overpriced meal in an upscale restaurant.
“Hoseok, babe, c’mon .”
Specially when said companion was being a fucking tease and his tight pants were of no help in concealing how hard , pun intended, it was for him to keep his hands to himself.
“Hose- ah !”
Hoseok was a patient man, everybody knew that, but the moment the waitress came back with a piece of cake with cream dripping all over and Yoongi took the offered fork with a knowing smile, it was obvious it was game over.
“Shh. These walls are not soundproof, babe.” Hoseok said into Yoongi’s ear before continuing down to his neck.
“Does it look lik ah ...like I care?”
Hoseok gave the final touch to a very nice hickey right under his jaw before moving a little bit to see the state of his husband. “Oh, honey.” He bit his lip hard and looked down at where his right hand disappeared between Yoongi’s legs, he couldn’t fully appreciate the view of his fingers breaching his body but the warm and tight feeling was enough to make his imagination go wild.
Yoongi was a whiny mess, his head leaned back against the wall, hickeys on full display, a leg on the floor and the other held up by Hoseok. That red shirt open, showing miles of milky skin and peaked nipples that Hoseok had already worshiped.
In a few words, his husband looked delectable.
Suddenly, Yoongi’s grip on his bare back got tighter, a loud gasp escaping him. “Seok, enough. C’mon.”
“Tired?” Hoseok asked worriedly.
Yoongi muttered something, a mixture between a chuckle and a groan. “My leg feels a little shaky but that’s not why I’m complaining. Can we get this to the bed or maybe the nearest surface where I don’t have to do some acrobatics?”
“Sure, babe.” Hoseok carefully took his fingers out, kissing his husband’s nose when he made a sound of discomfort.
They worked as fast as they could. Hoseok worked on his pants while Yoongi tried to take his own for good since they were really riled up when they got home and only took the time to take one leg off before going at it on the hallway.
“Wait, leave the shirt on.”
Yoongi’s hands stopped mid air. “Really?” Hoseok shrugged. “Do you really like it that much?”
“I told you I’ll like to see you wearing only that and,” he licked his lips, looking down Yoongi’s bared torso, “I have to admit the real thing is even better than I imagined.”
“I can see that,” Yoongi’s eyes were trained on his husband’s erection. “Sit.”
Hoseok blinked. “Uh?”
“On the couch, c’mon.” He pushed him onto the same loveseat where he had waited for him hours ago, quickly opening his toned legs so he could kneel between them. “I’ve been waiting for this all night.”
Hoseok groaned at the sight of Yoongi wearing that damn shirt while happily taking his erection on his big hand. “Yeah? That’s why you kept moaning over dessert?”
“Maybe I was imagining this exact moment or maybe,” he licked a stripe from the base to the tip, smirking at the sound his husband made. “Maybe I wanted to give you a little show. You know, a preview.”
“God, Yoongi.”
“Do you want to see what else I had in mind?” He tapped the head of his cock against his bottom lip, hooded eyes watching intently the reaction of his partner. “Mmm? Seokie?”
“Fuck, yeah.” Hoseok let his head fall back, but still tried not to take his eyes off the delightful image. “Whatever you wa- ah! ” he moaned out loud when those sinful lips closed around his dick, Yoongi moving his head along his length oh so slowly. “Yeah, god Yoongi your mouth .” Yoongi moaned loudly, hands coming up to cup Hoseok’s balls and hold his dick still as he sank down on it. Hoseok looked down at him with half-lidded eyes as he slowly increased his pace, never breaking eye contact. “You couldn’t wait to do this, uh? Having me inside your mouth, knowing I’m fucking helpless when you do that?” Yoongi closed his eyes, groaning at Hoseok’s words and making the man lose more of his already low self-control. “Look at you, so shameless. Taking what you want.” He panted raggedly. “Those gorgeous lips, baby, almost as red as that freaking shirt. God, so precious.”
Yoongi moaned once again, one of his hands going behind him, the sound making it obvious what he was doing.
“Are you--? Fuck. That’s so hot, babe.” He thrusted forward into Yoongi’s mouth, drawing a soft groan from both of them. When he sucked him down deep into his throat and swallowed, he felt his eyes roll back without him having any control over it.
Yoongi pulled off with a slurp, tongue pushing against the vein on the underside, eliciting a heavy breath from him. “Bed,” he said with a raspy voice, “now.”
And who was Hoseok to say no to that?
He helped Yoongi to get up off the floor, taking the opportunity to kiss the lights out of him, leaving the both of them even more on edge.
In no time they were on their bed, Yoongi’s legs around his hips and slowly bucking against him. “Get the lube,” he panted against his lips, gasping when his husband’s cock rubbed against his. “And no condom.”
Hoseok swore under his breath, almost falling down on his haste to take the bottle from the nightstand. There were rare moments when they didn’t use condoms even though they had been in a monogamous relationship for a long time. It was more about them being lazy and trying to evade the consequential cleaning.
When he returned to his place he swore once again.
“You were taking too long,” Yoongi pouted. Legs wide spread and two of his fingers inside his twitching hole. “I got bored.”
“We can’t allow that, can we?” Hoseok jokes, eyes trained on the sight of his husband’s fingers going in and out of his own hole. “Maybe I can help.”
Yoongi gasped when Hoseok brought him down the bed, arranging him so his legs were once again around him. He quickly took his fingers out, wiping them on the sheets under him before grabbing a handful of Hoseok’s silky hair, wanting to get those lips on him.
“C’mon, babe. Fuck me, c’mon.”
Hoseok groaned once again, taking his member on his hand and guiding it towards where Yoongi wanted him the most.
Yoongi’s breathing hitched and they locked eyes as Hoseok started to press inside. It was hot and tight, almost impossible for him not to cum right then and there when his husband was surrounding him.
“Holy shit, babe,” Hoseok grunted, one arm coming up to support him as they adjusted to each other. “Fuck, Yoongi, you’re so fucking tight. ”
Yoongi was panting already, chest going up and down, making Hoseok’s attention settle on his nipples. “Hobi, move.”
“Wait, baby,” he said before taking a nipple in his mouth, releasing it with a lewd pop and making Yoongi squirm. “You feel so good. I don’t wanna cum too soon.”
He connected their lips then, loving the way Yoongi sighed when their mouths touched.
They remained like that for a while, exchanging kisses, hands roaming over each other’s bodies, leaving a path of warmth in their skin.
They started moving slowly, as if thry had all the time in the world. Hoseok’s hips undulating against Yoongi, his husband clinging to him, lips hovering over the other’s but not kissing anymore.
“Yes, Hoseok, yes.” Yoongi’s hands went towards his buttocks, pushing him against him forcefully. “Faster. I can take it.” Hoseok groaned, raising himself on his knees and gripping Yoongi’s hips, pulling him into his thrusts now, their bodies coming together. “Fuck, yes, baby. Yes .”
“Yoongi.” Hoseok couldn't take his eyes off his husband, the love of his life. Looking so good under him with his shirt open, hair dishevelled, little ahs ahs ahs leaving his slack mouth with each thrust. Eyes going from Hoseok’s face to the place where Hoseok was breaching his body as if he couldn’t decide which looked better. “Yoongi.”
“Seokie, you feel so good.” He moaned, one hand coming up to pinch his own nipple as the other gripped his dick, stroking furiously. “I love to feel you inside, god, you fuck me so good. You’re so fucking good, babe. Gonna make me come so fucking hard. Gonna fill me up.”
After a few tries, Hoseok angled his hips just right and finally managed to hit his prostate, making him clench. Hoseok went wild then, increasing his speed, nailing Yoongi’s prostate on every thrust and making the man moan even louder. “Yes! Right there! C’mon, oh yes!” His breathing became strained, matching Hoseok's as he fucked him hard and deep. “Baby, I’m so close, oh god. Yes!” He cried out as his cock pulsed, spurting his release all over his abdomen. By the end of it he’s twitching all over, moaning and writhing against the sheets. Body arching like a bow as he rode out his orgasm.
“ Fuck, Yoongi.” Hoseok’s body shuddered against Yoongi’s, his grip tightening on his hips. “I’m gonna cum, oh god.”
“Yes,” Yoongi slurred, so sensitive he couldn’t stop the broken whimpers coming from him. “Inside, come on, Seokie. Cum inside.”
Hoseok thrusted in hard one last time before his vision went a little hazy, groaning at the sight of Yoongi’s eyes rolling back into his head as his cum filled him up.
He tiredly rested his head on Yoongi’s chest letting himself calm down and enjoy the feeling of his husband, the distinct smell of Yoongi surrounding him, their breathing synching.
“I need to wear this shirt more often,” Yoongi muttered from under him, making him chuckle.
“I can’t argue with that.” Hoseok lifted his head, looking at his husband with adoring eyes. “I love you.”
Yoongi smiled, looking so pretty and angelic that it made his heart clench with happiness. “I love you,” he whispered. “Now come here and kiss me,” he demanded.
And who was Hoseok to say no to that?
Fin.