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Yoongi would consider himself a man with status. Not too much money or influence, just enough. As the lead producer in the record label he co-runs with his best friend, and a renown rapper, he makes enough money to have multiple luxe apartments all around the world, without too much trouble of celebrity fame. His job allows him to work as remotely as he wishes, but also gives him plenty of business trips opportunities to almost every footprint of the earth.
This month he’s in Tokyo. The artist he’s collaborating with is holding a birthday party in Ginza and he’s invited. Deciding that staying local for a while would help with writing, he arranged cleaning service for his apartment in Roppongi. It’s been a while since he last visited Tokyo, so it took some tidying to make this neglected apartment homey.
Tonight is the birthday party. It’s held at the most lavish club in Ginza, The Shining Star. Yoongi has not been to the establishment, but he has heard a lot about this special club. It’s a burlesque, strip, and host / hostess club in one. This club has both hosts and hostesses, and welcomes customers of all sexual orientation. Whether someone is looking for a heartfelt chat, partying until wasted, an alluring sexy dance performance, or something more promiscuous, it caters to everyone and receives high praises. Yoongi is curious, to say the least, and he’s prepared to have a good time.
Slicking his black undercut hair up and back, Yoongi chooses some black tailored Celine pants, a Saint Laurent zebra print shirt, topped with his favorite leather moto jacket from the same brand and a pair of Bottega Veneta boots. He also casually picks out several silver rings and bracelets. As much as he loves the carefree sweatpants at home, he believes dressing for the occasion is a basic manner.
Lost in thought on his way to the club, the voice of his taxi driver alerts him they’ve arrived at the destination. Yoongi approaches the club manager, whom politely takes his invitation card, and eagerly introduces the logistics with his best smile, “Good evening sir, Kento-san’s private party is on the 3rd floor, where the dance show will be presented at midnight. We have a special show tonight, per Mr. Kento’s request, by our top three dancers who are also hosts and a hostess, but you may also request anyone else on the menu. You also have access to the public dancing floor on the 2nd level and the talking tables on the first floor - if you ever wish to enjoy some me-time. Please hold onto this purple bracelet which allows you to re-enter the 3rd floor.”
On the 3rd floor, Yoongi sees many flamboyant and flashy guests dressed in glitz and sequins. He spots Kento, who seems to be deeply engaged in a conversation with three extremely handsome men.
“Hey Min-san! Thank you for coming to my party! I hope you enjoy your night in this wonderful club that I frequent. Please join us here for a drink!” Kento calls out to Yoongi.
Yoongi brushes through the crowds, and picks up a glass of champagne from a waitress next to Kento. “Hi Kento-san, happy birthday. It’s my pleasure to work with you again. Here’s a small present for you, a great helper for hangovers.” Yoongi passes over some premium red ginseng supplement, one that’s essential for heavy drinkers like him. Now he finally averts his attention to the party of three next to Kento.
One is about his height, small in frame as well but more defined and toned than Yoongi. He has light blonde hair, an angelic face, crescent eyes when he smiles, and a naughty smirk that indicates his fake innocence. Said guy extends his hand forward at Yoongi, “Hello, my name is Jimin, and I’m a perfumer, based in Seoul and Tokyo. I customize for a lot of clients, such as Kento-san here, long time client of mine. Sounds like you are Korean? Me too, so are Taehyung and Jungkook here.”
One hell of night to have 4 Korean men, and 4 hot ones, in one party, Yoongi hums to himself as he lifts a brow of interest.
Taehyung, or the Greek god looking man with long curly black hair, sultry eyes, and overall defined face, smells like danger to Yoongi. He is dressed in a deep green long coat with extravagant yellow floral patterns, and otherwise all black, simple and sexy shirt, pants, and boots, looking almost aloof. “Hi, I’m Taehyung. Chairman of Baekho.”
Baekho, or the White Tiger, is the largest Korean mafia in East Japan, and Yoongi has heard about how many establishments are backed by them. He is however surprised to find out how young yet intimidating the current leader is. What is the leader of a major mafia family doing here at Kento’s party?
“This is my club. And on my left is Jungkook, one of the best dancers here, and one of my lovers. Jimin here is my other lover.” Taehyung reads his mind. While Yoongi isn’t judgmental of others’ relationships, he’s still surprised how frank Taehyung is.
“Good to know. My name is Min Yoongi, and I’m a music producer, engineer, and rapper at Genius Lab, under the Mono label in Seoul. I’m working on a project with Kento, but we’ve collaborated for a few times since 5 years ago. Nice to meet you all.”
Yoongi shakes hands with each of them, feeling intrigued by all this peculiar party, but decides to keep his polite distance for now, since one of them is literally the most feared man across at least half of Japan, and the other two, regardless of how nice and friendly they look, shouldn’t be tempered with, simply judging by their relationship with Taehyung.
After some small talk and several drinks, Jungkook excuses himself from the chat to get ready for the performance later. Before he leaves, he smirks at Yoongi. “Hobi hyung is performing tonight, if you haven’t seen him, this is your lucky chance, you don’t wanna miss out on Hobi hyung. I like you, and you seem like a nice guy, hot too. I think you are exactly Hobi hyung’s type, so let’s see how lucky you get tonight, no guarantee though~” and left Yoongi confused before he could ask any questions.
Despite being mostly quiet, with only occasional sassy remarks tonight, Taehyung explains more details to Yoongi. “Hobi hyung”, aka Hope, is the best host and dancer in Shining Star, and has become No.1in rocket speed since he first joined the club 8 years ago. Including Jungkook, every staff in the club looks up to his charisma, as he always says the right thing, acts the right way, and puts a smile on customers’ faces at the right time. He only dances once a month or at special events (like tonight) requested by clients he approves only -- as to whom requested him tonight, it was not Kento but actually Taehyung. During his dance shows, he will select one lucky audience to have some private time, by his own rules.
If Taehyung hypes him up like such a rare treasure, Yoongi can’t wait to meet this Hope.
The club manager comes by to announce that the midnight special show is about to start, and all the party guests get back to sit down at the booths.
First comes out a sexy female dancer. She has healthily tanned skin, long and wavy black hair around her waist, and a piercing eye contact that makes you think of a cheetah. She’s not the tallest, or the most bombshellicious, but she has some killer legs and thighs, and oozes confidence. She has a major queen presence that Yoongi doesn't doubt if she is the girl of many dreams.
He learns from Kento, who is sitting close to him, that this is Hwasa and who Kento has eyes on tonight, hoping to get some private time with her after the party. She performs three highly skilled songs on the pole, some of her tricks leaving all the audience holding their breath and later inhale sharply. At the end of her routine, she walks up to Kento and blows him a barely-there kiss. Kento is already in a trance.
Next up is Jungkook’s turn. Boy is damn hot. He is in a thin leather jacket and a pair of leather pants, which showcase his phenomenal taunt thighs and supple ass. Yoongi can feel himself getting flustered, seeing Jungkook swirling and swinging his hips side to side, but he can also sense how tense Jimin and Taehyung are next to him.
The two exchanged a dark look of lust, the kind with primal hunting intentions, and licked their lips. Taehyung and Jimin already made out a little bit, and are both looking at Jungkook with a unapologetic want. If Jungkook wasn’t Taehyung’s lover, Yoongi would totally request him another time. However, he doesn’t like to test that water and get himself into unnecessary trouble.
In the next song, Jungkook gets rid of that jacket, revealing a red and black silk shirt, with half of his buttons opened and divulging his incredibly toned chest and hints of his nipples. The dance becomes unbelievably sensual and intimate, and it almost feels like Jungkook put together this number for exclusive customers only.
Jungkook swings his way to Yoongi’s Booth, and grinds on both Taehyung and Jimin’s laps at the same time. He exchanges a passionate kiss with both, and whispers some muffled mumbling against Jimin’s ears as he finishes his performance, and leaves for the backstage.
At last, it’s Hope’s turn. A familiar tune is blasted, and Yoongi is dumbfounded. Baepsae, one of his earlier mixtape tracks he collaborated with Namjoon is no doubt quite the big hit as many groups and artists attempted dance covers to it, but used in an erotica setting is quite the new rendezvous.
About 10 dancers in black and gold leather uniforms flood in into some formation. When the spotlight turns, the most attractive man Yoongi has ever set eyes on confidently walks out. Hope is wearing a sleeveless cropped golden vest, with no undershirts, exposing his lean but extremely fit chest and abs. His collarbones are so delicate yet prominent, making Yoongi want to drag his teeth in his nape and taste every piece of skin there.
Hope’s wearing a pair of low waisted charcoal grey harem pants that sit just under his lower abs, which are only loosely buttoned on the sides; he's honey tanned, lean and long legs leaking from the space between the buttons. A dainty lock shaped necklace decorates the plain of his chest, swinging side to side as he moves, rubbing his hardened nipples occasionally.
Yoongi is in awe. But as soon as he scans Hope’s face, he is magnetized. Hope rocks dark black hair with a hue of purple and blue, and he shares a similar pushed up undercut hairstyle that Yoongi is a big fan of. Somehow they lock eye contact immediately.
Yoongi swears he sees a storm in Hope’s eyes. Is it for him? The sharply arched eyebrows and carefully designed smokey eyeshadow adds extra aggression onto the way Hope looks at him - a wild prey who needs to be tamed and swallowed whole. The slender and perky nose, the heart-shaped lips hooking a smirk, and the slightly pointy ears add more fuel onto Yoongi’s already burning heart.
“I got you, kitty.” If Yoongi isn’t delusional, that’s what he reads off of Hope’s lips. He’s already semi-hard and sweating embarrassingly. What happens next seems like a blur, yet Yoongi remembers every move of Hope so vividly- the exaggerated body rolls, the tiny licks and chews of the bottom lip, the drops of sweat rolling down his forehead also seem so calculated, and the ungodly hip thrusts at beat drop.
He imagines the things he would do to that body, the looks he wants to see from that face, and the things he wants that person to do for him. There’s an itch under his skin, running in his boiling blood, screaming “I want him! Make him mine! Make me his!” The sweat dripping down Hope’s brows makes Yoongi shudder in lust and excitement. Oh, oh, I want that sweat dripping on my body, when he’s on top of me, when he scratches my back, when he moves those hips, when I kiss him down low, when we rock that bed, riling my neighbors up…
An eternity is magically gone while Yoongi enacts tumbling wild ideas in his mind over and over again. The show is over, and Hope bows, before putting on a blinding smile again. ”I hope you all enjoyed the show today. Happy birthday, Kento-san. Always nice to see you at the club. Tae and Jimin, I’m sure Jungkook is ready to have some fun time with you two. Come see me again another time!”, he smiles smugly, sounding half flirty and half fond.
“And for those who are new to this club and me, I have a tradition with my performances, which is if a special someone catches my eye...they get to be my private client tonight. It’s been a while, but tonight I have someone in mind.” Yoongi swears to God that if Hope doesn’t choose him, after all the flirty eye contact and the read on those lips, he will actually cry into his pillow tonight.
Good luck has one job and it doesn’t fail Yoongi when he needs it the most. Hope walks to him with his confident and breathtaking self. His right index finger brushes Yoongi from his Adam’s apple all the way down to the last shirt button above his belt, as lightly as feather, and Yoongi gulps when Hope lures him, ”Hey cutie, are you ready to come with me?” Yoongi tries his best to keep his cool in front of people he knows and doesn’t know, but he doesn't hesitate to intertwine fingers with Hope’s.
Hope’s backstage lounge is surprisingly comfortable and not suggestive while remaining luxurious and elegantly decorated. Yoongi sits down next to Hope on a velvet green long couch, and suddenly feeling nervous. Not because he doesn’t feel the tremendous attraction anymore, but rather he wants to be more than just a “special customer” for a night. Beyond being a walking sex machine, Hope sends a mysterious vibe and his eyes hides so much emotion inside. Yoongi desperately wants to get to know him, and peels this man like an onion.
“So, Yoongi-hyung, if you don’t mind me calling you hyung already - I’m surprised but very happy to meet you tonight. I’m a big fan of your music as Agust D, and music in general from Mono, but I somehow never looked up what you and RM both look like. Fancy seeing you though, I hope my dance did not disappoint the masterpiece that Baepsae is.” So Hope has heard of him and likes what he does? Great start, Yoongi nods to himself. That also explains why Hope chose that song tonight if he saw the guest list, and now is speaking Korean to him.
“Yes you can call me hyung. I heard from Jimin that you are a year younger than me? How do you like me to call you?” “My name is not a secret, but the Japanese call me ‘Hope-san’ for ease. My true name is Jung Hoseok, and you can call me Hoseok or Hobi - people I’m familiar with gave me that nickname. It’s a pleasure to meet Agust D in person. But I’m just curious what brings you to Tokyo?”
“Right now I’m writing a number for Kento, and he invited me to stay in Tokyo for a while, depending on how long we need to finish that project, approximately 3 to 4 weeks. I’ve heard of this club before but never visited. Gotta say you are indeed the crown jewel here. I’ve never seen anyone more beautiful than you.” Hoseok chuckled, “Being the most beautiful person must be stressful, I don’t know if I’d say that.”
“So what do you want to do with me tonight, Yoongi-hyung?” Yoongi looks surprised, “I thought you have decided a set agenda with your, umm, special clients?” It pains him to admit to the term "special client". He really doesn’t want to be just another client.
“Depends on my mood and who I’m with. Sometimes all we do is my private dance show and bedroom, and sometimes I spend more time outside of strict business. Of course you can’t force yourself on me.” Hoseok explains frankly, and tells Yoongi that he always lays out facts and rules up front to avoid confusion. “Tonight, I saw you in the crowd, and something tells me you are an interesting person to learn about. Plus you are really really hot…So I’m feeling like asking for your opinion.”
It’s already past 1 am, so there isn’t much time left for “the rest of the night”. Hoseok is still listening to Yoongi intently, even though Yoongi sees how tired he looks through the heavy makeup. Yoongi suddenly wants to take care of him.
“I know a great pub around this neighborhood, really delicious late night menu and creative cocktails. If you are interested, I’d love to keep talking to you for another while. Then we can head to my place for the rest of the night?” Hoseok looks surprised but smiles brightly, in a sweet, innocent and healing way. Yoongi wants to put that kind of smile on Hoseok’s face as often as he can in the future.
This pub and restaurant is one of Yoongi’s favorite hidden gems in this city. Half of his Japanese vocabulary should thank all the frequent visits here, since it immediately became his go-to in Tokyo since accidentally finding it on his first trip. Yoongi orders himself a whiskey highball, and asks what Hoseok would like to drink.
“Mmmh surprise me? I drink enough strong liquor at the club, so I'd rather not in my private time. If you guess me right I’ll reward you with a surprise!” Hoseok lays his weight on an elbow in such a lazily sexy way, yet his voice is still cheerful and bubbly, and his eyes sparkle as if diamond dust filled his irises. His tiredness peeks through just a hint, as he slurs some words, but Yoongi is even more whipped. Hoseok’s duality is killing him. Does he know his effect on people?
“What about a strawberry yogurt mojito, made with Korean soju?” Yoongi is very pleased and happy that he betted right, because Hoseok’s eyes lit up and his smile widened. He is about to joke about his small victory, but Hoseok’s lips captured Yoongi's own. Yoongi grabs Hoseok’s hair, chews Hoseok’s bottom lip slightly, asking for permission to deepen the kiss, which the latter happily complied. It started relatively innocent, but soon passion seized them.
Their tongues explore each other adventurously, and Yoongi moves his left hand to grip Hoseok’s hip towards him, and in turn Hoseok’s free hand roam around Yoongi’s chest, feeling firm muscles under the silky shirt. They break apart only after their lungs almost give out, and each pants lightly to recover from the returning tease in each other’s eyes. “You taste so sweet. / You are so beautiful.” They blurted simultaneously.
As food and drinks arrive, they get back to recharge the stomachs and hearts with energy. Yoongi learned that Hoseok became a host accidentally, but there isn’t any sad life story behind it. Hoseok is such an enigma and man of polarity. On one hand he wears his heart on the sleeves with no shame at all, on the other he doesn’t care to elaborate or explain any motives. It’s so easy to read the exact emotion he manifests in the moment, yet he’s unpredictable.
In his telling, Hoseok was pondering what career is good for both the bills and the thrill of performing, when he became friends with Jimin and Jungkook, and through them Taehyung became a mutual friend, who was scouting for his new club with the new visions and ideals in Tokyo.
To Hoseok, being a host is the best of both worlds - working hard to be your own boss, learning from interesting people, dancing however he sees appealing, all his expenses paid for, and receiving expensive presents and top tier income. He has picked up so many skills thanks to this job, and has built such an impactful network. The club protects him well, so he’s truly happy working as hard as he can.
Because Taehyung’s unique character as a mafia leader, he actually made this club a haven to all the hosts, hostesses, and performers. As long as you are talented, hardworking, honest, smart, loyal, and most importantly confidential, Taehyung wants the club to be as diversified in everyone’s niche as possible.
Taehyung doesn’t care about anything personal as long as it doesn’t interfere with work, dating included. But Hoseok hasn’t dated committedly, because he needs freedom, and no one has made him see the future together beyond a little fun. Yoongi hopes to change that, one day.
Yoongi talks about all the behind story to his job, his music journey, building a successful label with his best friend and producing solo, beyond what Hoseok already knows merely from internet news. He doesn’t have too many friends, and hasn’t gone on a date in a long time, so it feels almost foreign telling some of the most sincere experiences and emotions to a new person, let alone the most attractive and confident man he’s ever encountered, who already clicks with him so well.
They aren’t exactly the same type of people, but they compliment each other, with Hoseok’s hearty laughs and adorable little acts fitting right in with Yoongi’s silly gummy smiles and subtle caring actions. If one could make out with their eyes only, Yoongi has been french kissing Hoseok silently in the past hour.
When they are finally done with eating and drinking, Yoongi stands up to pay, but he hasn’t expected Hoseok to follow him closely, groping his ass firm with a not so subtle hand. He pays as quickly as he can under the cashier’s knowing smile, and rushes out of the pub holding Hoseok’s hand.
On the cab back to Yoongi’s place, he almost had several dry orgasms. His partner looks so calm on the outside, even chatting with the taxi driver occasionally, yet his right hand snakes under Yoongi’s waistband, and palms Yoongi’s bulge with a messy rhythm, too slowly and lightly when Yoongi is close, and too firm and fast when he just recovered a little bit again. He bites his lips so hard and has to pretend to cough into a sleeve to hold his moans.
Fortunately when they got off the taxi, there was no one in the apartment building to witness the desperation and indecency of Yoongi’s state. As soon as the elevator door closes, Yoongi launches himself onto Hoseok. Both soon lost some top buttons, deep moans slipping out of their mouths as they rolled their hips up into each other. They barely caught the signal to get off the elevator.
Luckily no episodes like dropping or losing keys happened, and they are free to make out for however long as they please in the living room. Kisses are borderline love bites, Yoongi knows both him and Hoseok will wake up sore with bruises and hickeys everywhere, and this imagination makes his erection more unbearable in his pants.
He pins Hoseok onto the wall, and trails heated kisses and bites on the latter’s long neck, as he mumbles between kisses, “mmmh baby, wanna take care of you, right here right now. From the moment you laid eyes on me in that show, I’ve been thinking about those lips, hips, and how to make you feel good.”
His kisses move down past the delicate collarbones, and linger on one perky nipple, while his one hand massages the other. His tongue flicks the nipple tenderly, and his teeth occasionally grinds the little bud lightly. Hoseok shudders and squirms under the touches, moaning loudly in a slightly higher pitch than Yoongi’s. Yoongi’s hands move to the buckle of Hoseok’s belt, pausing a second, until he gets a hum in consent, and quickly removes Hoseok’s jeans and boxers. His mouth waters at the sight in front of him.
Hoseok’s dick is a little skinnier than his, but very long. He’s fully erect, hot and hard radiating loud presence. His pelvis area is cleanly shaved, smells clean with a faint scent of citrus woody fragrance, and a taint of sweat. Yoongi gets down to his knees, and eagerly takes Hoseok into his mouth. He starts slowly, tasting just the head, then he flicks his tongue along the veins a bit, swirling his tongue around the shaft. The noises from Hoseok indicates he’s doing an amazing job, and that turns him on even more.
Through the hooded eyes, Yoongi sees the dark seduction, want, and even adoration from Hoseok, which makes him feel desired and special. He secretly hopes not everyone has brought such pleasure to Hoseok. He continues to deep throat, and hums in satisfaction which sends a vibration that brings out more delicious noises from above. He guides Hoseok’s hips forward in a thrusting motion, but Hoseok looks at him cautiously, “You want me to go hard in your throat?”
Yoongi releases his mouth free for a little break, and pants and wipes away his drool. “Yes, I want you to use me as a cock sleeve, and fuck my throat babe, I want your cum coating my throat, every last drop. Let me bring pleasure to you.”
“Fuck, that’s so hot! I’m gonna destroy that pretty little vocal of yours. If I’m pushing too much, pinch my right hip 3 times.” Yoongi nods in agreement, enthusiastically. Hoseok’s piercing gaze darkens even more, and he snaps his hips forward, sending his dick straight into the back of Yoongi’s throat. He buckles into the tight and warm tunnel, as Yoongi blows him with fresh tears uncontrollably running down his cheeks.
“Damn Yoongi-hyung, you are such a filthy little slut, such a needy baby. This is so hot, stuffing you full with my cock...ah, I’m close...so close!” Within a hundred thrusts, and with a low growl, Hoseok shoots his load into Yoongi’s mouth and the latter swallows most of it as he promised.
However seconds later Yoongi opens his mouth, and sticks out his tongue for Hoseok to see, the left over cum lingering on his tongue. Hoseok sucks a breath at the sight, and immediately grabs Yoongi back up to kiss him deeply. He frowns at tasting himself, but he feels unexplainably warm and satisfied from Yoongi’s gesture. To be honest, as much as he usually enjoys his “dates” with his clients, no one has been so eager to prioritize his pleasure like Yoongi has. It makes him feel special.
Yoongi holds him gently but tightly, as Hoseok slowly recovers from his first orgasm of the night. “Bed is this way. That was incredible, but I don’t want to break your back from the wall. Let’s get comfy.”
Once they are in front of the bed, Hoseok pushes Yoongi onto his bed and raises a brow, “I should repay a good deed. Before that, how do you want me tonight?” Yoongi seems a bit nervous, but he decides to be honest. “I don’t mind either way, but seeing the way you move your hips tonight, I can’t stop thinking about how you will use them to buckle into me. If you prefer the other way around, I have nothing to complain about either.” Hoseok seems taken aback, but more walls seem to disappear around him and a more genuine smile surfaced on his face.
“You are very sweet, Yoongi-hyung, thank you for being straightforward with me.”
His expression changes into something more serious and aggressive. “My needy hyung tonight, wanna be so fucked out that you can’t walk tomorrow? I can’t wait to stretch that tight ass of yours until you can’t hold in my cum anymore, cum dripping down from my creampie. Tell me, baby, is that what you want?”
Yoongi hasn’t bottomed for a long time actually, a contrast to his eagerness right now. He’s open to both, but it’s rare that he finds someone better at topping him but willing to switch. He’s beyond bliss right now that Hoseok seems to be on the same page with him.
“Please, please Hobi, please give it to me. I want it so badly, I want you so badly.” Yoongi pleads like a kitten that he sometimes believes he is. Hoseok quickly got rid of his own clothes, and removed Yoongi’s between more slow kisses. There would be another time for strip tease, but tonight he just wants to devour this beautiful man named Min Yoongi.
Yoongi is no doubt a beauty. He’s extremely pale and lean in frame, yet he has a nice and even layer of muscles, mainly in his chest and arms, and his skin is milky smooth and soft. Maybe not the most built in the core, but who would say no to his dark and curly treasure trail? The way Hoseok sizes him up and down makes him feel wanted and treasured, even though he’s pretty secure with his body generally.
Hoseok returns his favor like promised. By the time he takes Yoongi into his mouth, Yoongi is covered in purple and red hickies all over his chest and tummy, everywhere that Hoseok has laid his mouth on, and Yoongi is already a whimpering mess that leaks in the front. Yoongi thinks he’s great at giving blow jobs, and he has even written about it in his mixtape about this tongue technology, but boy Hoseok is no less, if not better, at sending waves and waves of pleasure nonstop. He’s close but he doesn’t wanna give in yet.
“Stop, stop Hobi...I...I don’t wanna cum yet, you are gonna make me cum in 10 seconds if you keep going, but I wanna cum untouched on your cock!” This is the hottest thing Hoseok has heard in a long time. So he happily slipped his mouth off of Yoongi and switched positions with the smaller man, “Amazing babe, but you need to be prepped. Sit on my face!” Yoongi blushed hard in excitement.
Hoseok’s wet tongue gives Yoongi’s puckering hole a swirl on the rim, and it flattens to tap a few times, before digging into the hole, poking and exploring the elastic walls. Yoongi whines and cries out loud, shivering and shaking as he can barely make cohesive sentences.
“Oh god Hobi, so good, ah...ah...ah...Hobi, babe please, more, more, faster! Harder!” He grinds his hips backwards to chase any extra friction and hopes the tongue can get in deeper.
Hoseok pins him with one hand, and inserts one finger alongside his tongue, with the help of plenty of lube. Yoongi is credibly tight, since his own two fingers are the most he has gotten now and then, so the pleasure that grates through his nerves feels almost too intense, while Hoseok hasn’t even touched his prostate yet.
By the time Hoseok has three fingers in his ass, and pressing hard on his prostate, Yoongi has drool on his chin and tears all over his cheeks. All he could squeeze out is Hoseok’s name. He urges the want to cum now on three fingers and remembers his original will, so he used his last bit of strength to stop Hoseok again.
“Hoseok, Hobi, I can’t, can’t do this anymore, please, fuck me already with your cock! I want nothing but to cum on your cock, please give it to me. Please, babe, fuck me, use me as your cock sleeve, Hobi!” It takes all of Hoseok’s last bit of self control to not fuck Yoongi raw already. Quickly he flips yoongi off of his face, and grabs one leg on his shoulder, before quickly putting on a condom and aligns himself.
Pushing in slowly had both of them roll their heads back and moaning in sync. Yoongi has waited so long, mentally he sees stars already, and he sighs about how content physically he feels, so full, so filthy, so warm, and his toes want to curl as his hole puckers to feel every sense at pore level.
Because of the position they are in, when Hoseok bottoms out, he reaches incredibly deep, pushing Yoongi’s limits further. Thanks to the nice sound-proofing walls of his apartment, Yoongi can cry as loudly as he wants to without any concerns of the neighbors - as hot as the imagination of neighbors complaint is, he’d rather not deal with the management in reality.
Yoongi wants to switch to doggy style, because holding a leg in the air is a tiring position after a while and doggy style is one of his favorite positions, but he wanted to hold eye contact with Hoseok longer first, because he constantly finds himself drowning in those eyes.
Those intense eyes, piercing him open, silently taming his inner beast, forcing him to reveal his vulnerable side and untold emotions, peeling him raw in body and soul, while manifesting such gentle care, devotion, passion, and longing, searching for new meanings the owner of those eyes don’t even know he needs yet.
Lost in thoughts, he subconsciously arches his back to stick his ass up, face laid down on the sheets sideways, and his hands wrap behind his back to spread his ass cheeks eagerly. “Hobi”, he begs, “please, harder, faster, use me, cum in this tight ass, destroy it...please…”.
He’s fully aware of how slutty he sounds, and it turns him on even more. True to his fantasy, Hoseok sterns his voice, “Fucking slut, dressed like a tough boss with a suit on, but actually is a little needy whore looking for trouble. Begging to eat my cock with mouth up top and mouth down here. God you are sexy, Yoongi-hyung, so beautiful, just the way how slutty you are.” and spanks Yoongi hard, until his butt cheeks are red and hot to touch, his dick leaking in the front and Yoongi imagines squirting if he could.
Hoseok takes no mercy and fucks into Yoongi heavy and deep, pulling out halfway and slamming back in fiercely. Hips don’t lie in his brand, and they snap so precisely and rhythmically into Yoongi’s prostate, as surreal as Yoongi imagined during the Baepsae performance.
Yoongi lost count how many times he begged for “harder, faster” or how many times his eyes rolled back, until he finally feels the tightness in his balls. “I’m gonna cum, Hobi ohhhh, I’m so close, babe, please let me cum, please, don’t stop... fuck!”
With the last cuss screamed out, he shoots out thick white strings that smear under him, cumming untouched solely on Hoseok’s cock. Hoseok followed him soon, quickening and losing the steady rhythm, gripping Yoong’s hips hard, and came with a grunt and collapsed onto Yoongi.
Both men are spent and rolled onto their backs to come down from intense orgasms tonight. Fighting heavy sleepiness, Yoongi struggled to walk to the bathroom, and came back with a warm wet towel. Hoseok takes over the towel, and kindly smiles to Yoongi, “hey let me clean us, since you just got fucked out and are the sorer of us. What does it make me if I just sit around waiting to be served by my customer?”
Yoongi’s heart dropped at hearing once again, that he’s merely a customer to Hoseok, but he decides not to press it at the moment, knowing that they just met, and it’s ok for Hoseok to not see him as anything beyond yet, though he’s clearly disappointed about it.
He lets both of them be cleaned, and wraps Hoseok from behind in a back hug, “please stay. I don’t know if you always leave, after...you know, but I really want you to stay the night.” Hoseok doesn’t turn around for a few seconds, but finally he whispers an “OK” lightly as air.
They change into some clean PJs, and Yoongi naturally falls into the state of a little spoon. Hoseok doesn’t tug him tightly as he explains that he gets hot easily and likes to have space when he sleeps, which Yoongi is okay with, since himself also doesn’t sleep too well in a snug place.
Yoongi can tell that Hoseok likely has never stayed the night with his other clients, and his defense mechanism is running at full speed again, but Yoongi prays that the fact that Hoseok agreed to stay with him is not a misinterpretation, and there is a special connection between them indeed.
They will have to talk tomorrow, but right now Yoongi celebrates his small victory, that Hope, Jung Hoseok, the hottest man and most successful host at The Shining Star, just fucked him into oblivion and is sleeping soundly beside him.
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Hoseok woke up to the delicious smell of red bean porridge, galbi, and egg sandwich, a little too early to his liking, around the ungodly hour of 8am. At least it smells like an amazing breakfast is waiting for him. Nostalgia rings in his head - until he left Gwangju to pursue dance in Seoul, his mom always cooked similar breakfasts that he misses every now and then, but he quickly looks around and realizes he’s in a new client’s bed.
The queen sized bed is empty on the other side, sheets messy and smell like a mix of clean laundry, fruity berries, refreshing herbs, and faintly sweat and sex. Everything around him feels super domestic, giving him the illusion of waking up somewhere he co-owns with a lover.
But it’s an illusion indeed, as cozy and comforting as it feels, Hoseok isn’t ready to be titled anybody’s. Living in solitude also means absolute freedom, no baggage, no liability, depends on how you interpret it. Hoseok absent-mindedly ponders.
However he admits he’s very attracted to Min Yoongi, in a foreign sense. He has always loved Agust D and Mono, as music is a huge part of his life. In person Yoongi is 100% hotter than any imagination, and such an interesting character.
Yoongi is just like him, a confident self-made man who retained proud achievements with passion and hard work. Instead of the normal complaint and whining about life's various stress, like his other clients, Yoongi has only entertained him with more than interesting stories and experiences. This sly, gorgeous cat-alike man is so subtly caring and respectful, never once exuded a demeaning attitude towards his occupation.
It’s rare a client seeks pleasure in prioritizing Hoseok’s needs first, let alone let him top in bed. He enjoys bottoming too, but his clients usually associate the nature of his job with being submissive, which makes bottoming taken for granted. Though he always clarifies, both verbally and physically, that as a power bottom he guarantees a good time, but he shall not be bossed around, it’s refreshing to save proving a point.
While he pep talks himself into enjoying every “relationship” while he’s making money, he can’t say he is particularly intrigued by any of them. Many have fallen deeply for him and begged to be his exclusive someone, but he never feels any spark beyond business with any of them.
Personality aside, the sex was truly amazing. He didn’t expect Yoongi wanting to bottom so badly, so needy, and it was adorable. He would fuck Yoongi again in a heartbeat, repeat the same burning hot scene last night over and over again, and if they continue to see each other, and he wants to be fucked by Yoongi too.
The smaller man is insanely skilled at giving blow jobs, and he wants his hole to be pampered the same way, before getting pounded by that sizable cock. The strong attraction he’s feeling makes him almost uneasy for the first time since becoming a host. This could be a new beginning, or a dangerous ending.
“Good morning! I made some traditional [Korean] breakfast, and figured we need some healing nutrients after an eventful night.”, the subject on his mind emerged from the hallway and leaned on the door frame with a warm smile. He sounds even more domestic than Hoseok’s previous imagination, as if the two have gotten close for quite some time.
Yoongi is comfortably dressed in a loose grey Fear of God t-shirt, black sweatpants, a knitted hair band, a pair of thick black framed glasses, and some simple Mastermind black slides, looking effortless cool yet very chill and cozy.
“Thank you, that’s sweet of you, hyung. I haven’t had traditional Korean breakfast for an eternity! Reminds me of my childhood,” Hoseok follows Yoongi to the dining table and quickly dives in. Everything is plated neatly, and so delicious, comparable to restaurant quality.
As he finishes everything in his plate, and expresses how tasty the food is, he sees the relieved gummy smile on Yoongi’s face, and his heart skipped a beat. Oh no, I should not spend so much time with him, if I want to maintain neutrality about my job ethics, even if this is my favorite artist, Agust D. The honest thought struck Hoseok.
“So, any plans today?” Yoongi looks at Hoseok, pretends to be carefree, but doesn't avert his gaze, carefully waiting for an answer.
“After last night, I think I definitely need a shower sooner than later. But after that I have no plans, and I don’t work tonight.” Hoseok sees how disappointed Yoongi looks, and in fact himself is unwilling to part just yet with Yoongi as well, but he just wants to tease him and see if Yoongi would surprise him again.
And Yoongi does. “I really enjoyed our time together last night, and I want to spend more time together, if possible. If you need to recoup a bit more, I don’t want to hold you from the comfort of your own place. However I would love to take you out again today. What if I come pick you up at 2pm?”
Confident and straightforward, Hoseok smiles internally at how unshaken and how persistent Yoongi is at pursuit. He likes it. “You are asking me out on a date, Yoongi hyung?”
“Would you grant me my humble wish, my prince?” Yoongi playfully places a kiss on the back of Hoseok’s left hand, pleading again with his eyes.
Hoseok wants to ask for Yoongi’s honest intentions. He goes on dates with his long-term clients all the time, but they are definitely not romantic, as he established those rules clearly.
But something in Yoongi’s eyes tells him this man wants more than having lust fulfilled occasionally, and it cares him that he doesn’t want to reject whatever there is in this moment. He’s afraid of sending the wrong signal and having to save his ass from the backfires later though, so he decides to be the blooper of the sweet bubblegum and clarifies the situation.
“Yoongi hyung, are you signing up to be another long term client of mine? There are dos and don’ts to those types of dates, and we have to be on the same page.” Yoongi’s smiles disappeared, and he takes a deep breath - it’s now or never.
“I know it might be hard to see me for beyond a client given how we met, but I promise to never lie to you, and that despite me wanting to devour you after that show at all times, I feel a deeper connection between us, and I want to get to know you not as a client, or pure business. If you feel the same way about that connection, please give me a chance.“
“I have to admit that I feel a connection between us too. However I don’t plan on being exclusive with anyone, any time soon. It’s not what I need right now, and I like my job. I’m not seeing anyone now or future. Sorry, but I don’t think I can give you what you want.”
Hoseok knows his brutal honesty has in the past rejected many clients who wanted romance with him, but Hoseok always prioritizes his bottom lines and makes sure nothing can make him compromise.
Yoongi is a persistent man and he has faced many challenges in his short years on earth. Many of them claimed impossible in the early stages, just like how Hoseok sounds right now, nothing but pure rejection. But he always tries again, over and over, until he proves value in his effort - most of the time. He isn’t new to failures, but he doesn’t define them as dead ends until he has tried enough. This is how he became the successful musician and businessman he is today.
Now, he’s going to reproduce the same effort on Hoseok. “As I said, I’m positive that I have more feelings about you than you have for me right now. After all we are still so new to each other. But I really want to get to know you and meet you when you aren’t working. I’ll try my best to make you see value in me, in us, but if your view doesn’t change, as time goes by, I will never push you further in anything unwilling. All I’m asking for is a chance, now.” He has a strong point in taking one step at a time, Hoseok can’t say he’s not tempted.
“You have a strong proposition, hyung. Okay, fair enough, let’s just establish a couple of grounds here, to clarify. First, we aren’t together, and there’s no label about what we are. Second, my job and how I do it is none of your business and entirely independent. Third, we can continue to be intimate, when both of us are feeling like it, but definitely no pushing when either is not in the mood. Lastly, if any feelings changed towards our agreement, we would inform each other, and re-evaluate. Is this okay?”
Right now there’s not a hint of flirtation and playfulness in Hoseok’s eyes and tone, and he even sounds closed off, but Yoongi understands, and finds it hot. This is Jung Hoseok, without the disguise of his host persona, being honest and unpretentious in front of him, so Yoongi cherishes this trust.
“I’m fine with all of that. Thank you for trusting me. Now, two questions. Can I kiss you now? And can I still pick you up at 2?” Hoseok giggles, warming up the atmosphere again istantly. “Yes, and yes, hyung, come here.”
Yoongi smells like warm food, clean laundry and fruity perfume. As their tongues happily tangle, limbs get touchy again, Hoseok’s brain is filled with all the ways that Yoongi smells like, making him think of a bubbly and cheerful spirit on a bright and productive day. It energizes him somehow. They broke apart involuntarily eventually, both taking a small moment to savor that kiss.
After exchanging numbers, and Hoseok putting back on his outfit from last night, he kisses Yoongi a temporary goodbye. Though their agreement is still ringing in Hoseok’s mind, he can’t help feeling a bit giddy about scrubbing clean and getting ready for more fun to come with Min Yoongi.