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“Oh no,” whispers Yoongi into the heavy silence, horrified, staring down at the two dice and the bottle on the rug in front of him. He knew this game had been a bad idea. He knew it. His heart was not up to dealing with his body being toyed with casually by his crush. “Dammit, Tae, I’m going to kill you.”
The others burst into drunken, uproarious laughter, all except Hoseok. Tae yells something at Yoongi about him not being allowed to be mad because he’d agreed to play the game, even if Tae had pressured him into this crazy combination of Dirty Dice and Spin the Bottle. The infuriating dongsaeng raises his beer in salute to Yoongi with the biggest shit eating grin plastered on his disgustingly adorable face while Jeongguk howls beside Yoongi and slaps him heartily on the shoulder.
Yoongi doesn’t mean to, but he can’t help it. He looks up and meets eyes with Hoseok, who had been the one to roll the dice. Hoseok isn’t smiling, but he doesn’t look upset either. He looks serious, but also intent. His eyes are dark and unreadable and cause Yoongi’s breath to hitch in his throat and a blush to spread visibly all over his face (he knows it’s there, he can feel the heat as his face burns under Hoseok’s scrutiny). What is Hoseok thinking? Is he going to refuse to do what the dice say?
SUCK COCK.
“Well,” Hoseok says, gesturing in indication that they should do something.
“Here?!” squeaks Yoongi. So far in the game Tae had licked Namjoon’s neck and Namjoon had bitten Hoseok’s ear (and according to someone’s rules that meant it was Hoseok’s turn), but this was way more explicit than either of those things. Ugh, he should have known this would happen — Hoseok had spun the bottle carefully and it had pointed at Yoongi, but Yoongi thought he’d be able to deal with whatever Hoseok had to do to him until he rolled that particular dice combo. Why the fuck had Yoongi agreed to play?!
Jimin seems to take pity on Yoongi. He pours a double shot of whiskey into a red Solo cup and passes it to Yoongi around Hoseok with a small, encouraging smile. Yoongi takes it from him with a nod and immediately knocks it back without a word.
“Is it that bad? You don’t have to do it, you know.” comments Hoseok with a raised eyebrow.
“Fuck,” sputters Yoongi as the alcohol burns down his throat and into his stomach. He didn’t want it to seem like he was rejecting Hoseok or thought he was gross or something, but he also didn’t want to tell Hoseok in front of everyone that he’s actually terrified because he’s been crushing on Hoseok literally for years and this sudden sexual tension was going to give him a heart attack. He decided on part of the truth, mumbling “I’m just nervous.”
“You sure?” Hoseok doesn’t look convinced.
“Yeah, come on,” says Yoongi, somehow managing to say it in a much more confident and convincing way than he actually felt. He waves Hoseok over to him.
Maintaining eye contact with Yoongi, Hoseok slowly gets up from his seat on the floor to his hands and knees and crawls across the circle to Yoongi. He crawls. Yoongi can only stare wide eyed as he stalks toward him. Fuck. He barely registers the low whistle that comes from someone, or the fact that Jimin plucks the empty red cup from his hand to pour another shot into it. He does hear Jimin’s firm “Here,” as he places the refilled cup back into Yoongi’s hand with intention. Yoongi doesn’t look at him but he immediately takes the shot, feeling grateful that he’d chosen Jimin to confide in about his crush on Hoseok because Jimin was clearly empathetic, wanting to help him in his time of distress.
Hoseok stops, kneeling in front of Yoongi. His hands reach out towards him but pause in the air as he asks with his eyes “Are you sure this is okay?”
At Yoongi’s determined little nod, Hoseok’s eyes flash and his hands are suddenly at Yoongi’s sides, smoothly untucking his button-down shirt from his tight black skinny jeans. Yoongi tenses as Hoseok’s warm hands slip under the hem of the shirt and brush lightly at his hips for a moment before moving to his belt buckle. The belt clinks a little as Hoseok unbuckles it and Yoongi vaguely registers that he actually heard the noise it made, meaning everyone else had gone silent. He can feel their eyes locked on him and Hoseok but he doesn’t remove his own intent gaze from the man in front of him.
Yoongi leans back so that Hoseok can more easily undo the button and zip on his jeans, but Hoseok stops there for a moment. He leans closer to Yoongi (too close — Yoongi can smell the light hint of his musky cologne combined with the natural smell of Hoseok after a long day and the pleasant scent goes straight to his brain) and he reaches out to cup Yoongi’s cock over his clothes. Yoongi jumps at the touch and feels the heat that was slowly building in his chest sink immediately down into his lower stomach.
“Are you alright, babe?” Hoseok whispers into his ear, soft lips and warm breath ghosting over his skin and triggering goosebumps to erupt all across Yoongi’s pale skin. Yoongi shudders at the sound of the pet name that he’s never heard Hoseok utter to anyone before. No, he’s not alright. But he’s not going to be the one to quit — the other’s aren’t going to become suspicious of his crush on Hoseok due to him not being able to handle a silly game. Yoongi doesn’t trust his voice yet, so he only nods again. Hoseok lightly squeezes the hand on Yoongi’s crotch as he pulls back, eliciting a quiet, wide-eyed gasp.
Hoseok’s eyes are burning into Yoongi’s as he slowly moves himself down until he has to look away so that he can focus on getting Yoongi’s cock out of the tight pants. He makes no comment as he reaches under the clothes when he discovers that Yoongi is already starting to get hard, for which Yoongi is immensely thankful because he’s already embarrassed enough without that being verbally pointed out in front of everyone.
But as Hoseok’s gentle hand pulls Yoongi all the way out, Yoongi is no longer focused on worrying about what the other members might be thinking or seeing right now. He’s staring at the top of Hoseok’s head, gorgeous wavy brown hair tumbling down and obscuring any view of Hoseok’s face he might have had. He hesitantly reaches out a hand and he brushes Hoseok’s bangs aside just as Hoseok sticks out his wet tongue and licks a long, hot stripe from the base of Yoongi’s cock to the tip, flicking it over the slit.
The view of Hoseok looking up into his eyes with such dark heat as this happens is almost too much for Yoongi. His cock jumps under Hoseok’s touch, his grip fists into Hoseok’s hair, and he throws his head back with his eyes closed, letting out a very audible groan. He hears someone else in the room gasp but doesn’t bother trying to figure out exactly who is being so affected because Hoseok’s tongue is now slowly circling the head of his cock and his hand is gripping him firmly, slowly starting to jerk him off.
Fuck. This feels too good. Yoongi can’t look back down at Hoseok because he thinks he’ll probably just come right then and there at the sight of Hoseok’s slick tongue and soft lips all over him like this. How often had he dreamed of this, and now in some freak incident it’s actually happening! He tries to steady his pounding heart by taking deep, shaky breaths steadily in and out, and he tries (and fails) to distract himself by focusing on something other than the intense and persistent sensations Hoseok is bestowing upon him. But nothing else will hold his interest. His head is full only of what Hoseok is doing to him, and he feels like he’s drowning in an ocean of pleasure.
Yoongi tries to hold back a second moan by biting down hard on his bottom lip as Hoseok takes him actually into his mouth and begins to slowly move down, enveloping Yoongi’s cock in a tight, slick heat. The moan comes out anyway, he can’t help it. Hoseok maintains suction as he starts up a slow, torturous pace. This isn’t fair.
Yoongi feels like he’s being toyed with by Hoseok. While that’d normally be hot as fuck and he’s totally fantasized about it a bajillion times, right now in front of everyone like this it’s just making him maddeningly and embarrassingly desperate. He wants more. He wants to come in Hoseok’s perfect little red mouth, and he wants to do it now.
Hoseok, however, apparently has other ideas. He’s still moving slowly and now he’s adding a little twist to the stroke of his hand. It’s making Yoongi start to sweat a little, and his breathing is becoming heavy. He reaches a hand up to undo the top couple of buttons on his shirt, and while he’s at it he chances another glance at Hoseok.
He really shouldn’t have looked. Hoseok is looking like sin going down on him like that, his cheeks hollowed out as he maintains the sucking pressure while bobbing up and down, hand in perfect sync with his hot mouth. He’s looking up at Yoongi through his eyelashes with his pupils blown wide in the most scorching gaze, like he wants to devour Yoongi in every single way, and at this point Yoongi is perfectly willing to let him do so. He wants Hoseok to mess him up so bad.
“Oh my god, Hobi,” Yoongi whines in a high voice as he throws his head back again, unable to hold Hoseok’s stare. He hears an unidentifiable member reverently whisper something that sounds like “holy fuck” but he doesn’t even care, he just squirms a little under Hoseok’s persistent ministrations, hips trying to thrust up into his mouth of their own accord, seeking more.
Instantly Hoseok’s hands are on Yoongi’s hips, holding him firmly down so that he can’t increase the friction by his own actions. It’s clear that Hoseok is displaying his control over the situation, and that thought is so sexy and appealing that it makes Yoongi moan out again, one hand moving back up to fist tightly in Hoseok’s hair. He tries tugging gently but Hoseok ignores the silent plea for more and just continues to hold Yoongi’s hips down and bob his head steadily.
Those shots Jimin had passed him have hit Yoongi at this point. Hard. As his pleasure steadily increases, his inhibitions move inversely and plummet out of sight thanks to the whiskey. When Hoseok’s grip becomes a tiny bit tighter and his head bobbing increases slightly in tempo (finally!) Yoongi can tell that the coil in his gut is about wound to the max. The sensation is swallowing him whole and he forgets that he’s playing a game, that he’s in the middle of the floor in a room full of his bandmates who are all closely watching his responses to Hoseok. All that exists is Hoseok, and he cries out to him desperately, begging “Hobi, Hobi please — I’m about to —”
“Ahem.” Someone clears their throat loudly. Hoseok freezes mid head bob and slowly pulls back off of Yoongi, who whimpers a little as his cock is abandoned to cool air and raises his head, eyes open again and seeking Hoseok’s face. Hoseok is staring straight at Yoongi almost as if he’s in shock at what happened, what almost happened. His chest is heaving and his pants join Yoongi’s own labored breathing as the only sounds in the room.
In that moment as they look at each other, Yoongi knows that they both understand what they’ve done. The dice had read “SUCK COCK,” not “suck cock for more than five seconds” or “suck cock but also use your hands” or “suck cock but tease your partner a little” or “suck cock until your partner comes in your mouth.” Hoseok had clearly done the most (but why?), and Yoongi had let him — had encouraged him. He’d begged him, moaned under him, almost come from his mouth. In front of everyone. They had both fucked up and there was no way to backpedal. You can’t Control-Z this shit. The best they could do would be to blame the alcohol, but that’s such a transparent lie that it would hardly be worth voicing. Although frankly the alcohol is making Yoongi care a lot less about all of this than he usually would have; he’s managing to still be outrageously horny.
“Fuck, that might have been the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life,” Jeongguk said loudly, breaking the silence. The others began to chuckle awkwardly, shifting around on the floor, pouring more drinks, not quite looking at Hoseok or Yoongi.
Yoongi, however, is looking at them and notices quickly that Jeongguk is hard. And he’s not the only one. Jimin is trying to hide his hard-on by leaning forward to pour drinks for the others, and Namjoon is attempting to adjust his sweatpants without anyone noticing. Yoongi realizes that his own cock is still fully hard outside of his pants and he struggles to tuck it back in. It’s really uncomfortable, and he just leaves the button and zip undone.
“Okay, so, uh, now it’s Yoongi’s turn,” says Taehyung hesitantly, causing everyone to immediately go quiet again. “That is, umm, if we still want to play.”
“Yeah, I do,” says Jeongguk, blushing and refusing to meet anyone’s eyes. How adorable. Yoongi nods his own assent; fuck if he was going to be the reason they stopped, that would basically be losing the game.
“Any objections?” Taehyung asks. Nobody speaks. Jimin silently hands Yoongi a fresh cup with another double shot of whiskey with a weak smile and Yoongi takes it gratefully. He’s already drunk but this is still gonna be difficult.
“Alright Yoongi, you know what to do, then!” says Taehyung, gesturing at the bottle. Yoongi scoots forward (uncomfortably, since he’s still totally hard) and attempts a weak spin. Inevitably it lands on Hoseok. Of course it does.
“Shit,” says Jin, not sounding pleased at all. Yoongi doesn’t look up at him, he just scoops up the dice and shakes them in his hand for a moment before rolling them out onto the floor. His heart is pounding furiously in his chest.
LICK NECK.
That’s it? He just has to lick Hobi’s neck? After that last, umm, experience, licking his neck will be no problem. It’s positively tame. And if he’s being honest with himself he’s glad it’s Hoseok, because he had really enjoyed that blowjob and he wants to keep up the heady, horny feeling that feels like it’s about to slip away. Yoongi doesn’t want it to. In fact, he wants more of it. Is this desire fueled by the additional alcohol consumption? Well, he doesn’t guess he cares, either way, because it’s not like he’d been unaware of his desire for Hoseok previously so this wasn’t exactly a new thought.
Yoongi wastes no time in getting on his hands and knees and slowly crawling over to Hoseok, moving as seductively as he can under Hoseok’s wide, dark eyes, trying to get the younger man back for how sexy he was in front of Yoongi earlier. It seems to be having some effect on Hoseok, at least, because he licks his lips in what’s clearly anticipation. Good. Yoongi wants him to want it.
When Yoongi reaches him, Hoseok is sitting cross-legged on the floor. Yoongi doesn’t hesitate to grab his shoulders and climb into his lap, swinging his legs to wrap around him. As he situates himself he makes sure to grind down against Hoseok a few times, earning gasps from the man already. Yoongi figures that he’d already fucked up tonight and there’s no changing that, so he might as well enjoy the rest of it.
Since he’s slightly above Hoseok in this position, Yoongi reaches a hand around to slide up Hoseok’s neck, fingers threading into his thick hair and fisting into it tightly. Yoongi pulls hard enough for Hoseok to quickly comply with his unspoken directions with a little gasp, baring his neck for the elder. Yoongi feels hands gripping his hips tightly as he leans forward, letting the skin of his lips and nose slowly ghost over the column of Hoseok’s throat, up to his ear. He whispers to Hoseok then, making sure that his lips brush his earlobe and his warm breath is directly on his skin.
“Lick, huh? I bet I can do better than that.” Hoseok shivers and goosebumps erupt all over him in reaction to the brash, reckless words coming out of Yoongi’s mouth so seductively. He even wiggles a little under Yoongi and lets out a needy whine, only stirring Yoongi up more in return. He hadn’t expected sounds like that from Hoseok, but he wasn’t going to pretend that he didn’t love it, not to himself or to the others. Fuck it. He knows what he wants right now.
Grip never slackening in Hoseok’s hair, Yoongi slowly moves his head back down, breathing through his mouth so Hoseok can feel it. When he reaches the juncture of shoulder and neck, he lightly licks a patch of skin there, swirling his tongue over Hoseok’s slightly salty, glowing skin. He tastes great, and Yoongi wants more. He gives the spot a little nip, making Hoseok’s whole body jerk underneath him. Within that full-body movement Yoongi also notices a more localized movement happening right underneath his still-hard cock. Hoseok is getting hard, too.
Yoongi grinds down onto Hoseok again, not even caring if the movement looks obvious to the others at this point. He hears someone gasp again as he does it and actually smirks a little into Hoseok’s skin. He’s completed the task required by the dice, so he could back off and let it be Hoseok’s turn again. He doesn’t.
Clutching Hoseok tightly, he uses the tip of his tongue to lick a thin stripe slowly up Hoseok’s neck, leaving a shiny trail of saliva there. When he reaches Hoseok’s ear, he nips his earlobe lightly, too, since he seems to like it, eliciting another gasp and affirming this theory. He takes his time, then, licking and lightly nipping spots all up and down Hoseok’s throat, drawing out little desperate sounds from Hoseok, getting turned on even more.
Yoongi reaches the point where, fun as it is to torture Hoseok like this, he can’t resist the pull to do more. Hand still holding Hoseok’s head completely still, he latches on to the skin right behind where jaw meets ear and starts to suck.
Mmmn, Yoongi,” Hoseok groans. Yoongi can feel the vibrations passing through his throat. He keeps going, bringing color slowly to the surface of the skin. As he works at this, Hoseok begins to move his hands, slipping them under Yoongi’s shirt and touching every bit of skin he can reach in his position. The hands stop and clutch at Yoongi’s back when Yoongi grinds down again, still sucking persistently on Hoseok’s neck.
“Yoongi,” Hoseok gasps out through clenched teeth. “Yoongi you’d better stop fucking with me right now.” His voice is low and husky, and it’s laced with a very perceptible threat of retaliation if Yoongi fails to comply. Yoongi knows which route he’s going to take. Apparently, so do the others, because someone’s muttering “Come on, out” and Yoongi can hear them all scrambling to the door behind him. He smirks.
As soon as the door clicks shut quietly behind the last one out, Yoongi grinds down again and pulls Hoseok’s hair so that he can kiss him, shoving his tongue urgently past Hoseok’s soft lips and into his mouth to explore. Hoseok moans again, loudly this time, but this lasts only for about two seconds and then suddenly Hoseok is pulling back, moan turning into a deep growl. Yoongi only has a chance to notice that Hoseok’s pupils are blown black before he’s somehow being lifted up and off of Hoseok’s lap and then pushed down and pinned to the ground with Hoseok on top of him, still between his legs.
Yoongi lets out a surprised but pleased little whimper, looking up with wide eyes into Hoseok’s burning gaze. That was so fucking hot. He reaches up to pull Hoseok down into a needy kiss, and Hoseok allows it. They quickly set up a rhythm as they eagerly lick into each other’s hot mouths with slick tongues.
Yoongi’s hands fly to unbutton his shirt as the kiss turns desperate and Hoseok takes advantage of the newly bared skin. He trails kisses down to Yoongi’s chest, pausing his descent to roll a tongue around one of Yoongi’s nipples and flick it lightly, causing Yoongi’s whole body to twitch and squirm and a high whine to come out of his mouth. At some point Hoseok manages to get his own t-shirt off as well as his pants with minimal disturbances to his attentions on Yoongi’s pale chest and stomach. He’s completely naked when his lips reach the waistbands of Yoongi’s jeans and boxers. He lifts himself up slightly and taps Yoongi on the hip with a long finger.
“Up,” he commands, and Yoongi hastily complies, lifting up his hips just enough so that Hoseok can yank his jeans and underwear down together, exposing his hard, aching cock for the second time that night. Yoongi thinks this isn’t very fair, because with the way Hoseok is laying on top of him he can’t see Hoseok’s length at all, yet here Yoongi lies on full display. He voices his opinion to Hoseok, but the younger doesn’t move to accommodate the somewhat whiny request. Instead he arches an eyebrow and speaks coolly down to him.
“You think you’re allowed to make requests? No, baby boy, not after you toyed with me so cheekily earlier. Bad boys don’t get rewarded.” Heat blooms low in Yoongi’s stomach at these words and he bites his lip, holding in the whine that almost slips out, eyes rolling back as his eyelids flutter closed. He just lays there for a moment, feeling rather than seeing Hoseok’s hands coming up to tug Yoongi’s shirt off of his shoulders. He starts to move the shirt down Yoongi’s arms but stops right at the elbows, essentially pinning Yoongi’s arms to his sides. When he realizes what Hoseok has done, his eyes fly open to see Hoseok smirking down at him. He gingerly tests the shirt to see if he can wiggle out of it, but with Hoseok pinning him down like this he can’t sit up enough to move the shirt out from underneath him and extract his arms. Motherfucker.
Yoongi glares up at Hoseok, who only looks down on him with a slightly supercilious look, like he’s in control and Yoongi had better get used to it. Well that works out, because Yoongi wants to get used to it. He wants Hoseok to dominate him, to wreck him. And when he futilely tugs against the shirt with his arms it just sends a wave of heat straight to his cock. He whimpers, looking up pleadingly at Hoseok, loving how Hoseok doesn’t give in.
“So what shall we do, little kitten?” Hoseok asks, voice silky smooth and looking completely unaffected. But fuck if he knows, he just wants Hoseok to take what he wants. He’s not sure how to convey this without asking other than uttering one word and hoping that Hoseok gets it.
“Please…”
But of course it wouldn’t be that easy, because Hoseok says “Please, what?”
“Please, sir?”
“Please, sir, what?”
“Please, sir, please take me however you want, you know I’m yours,” Yoongi gasps out, voicing thoughts that he would never have dared to let see the light of day if he were sober. But it seems to have a positive effect, because Hoseok actually growls, and after a single hard thrust of his hips down into Yoongi’s, he’s swung himself off and is divesting himself of his clothes. He also helps Yoongi get out of his pants and underwear, but he leaves the shirt in position to keep Yoongi from touching anything.
And it’s amazing what not having clothes will do. Yoongi notices every touch now and feels so much more sensitive and vulnerable, and he loves it. And Hoseok can tell that he loves it, can tell that he loves feeling small and subjugated. He lowers himself on top of Yoongi to engage in another kiss, but while he kisses Yoongi so passionately his hands are working to ensnare Yoongi’s wrists together above his head with one hand. When he realizes what Hoseok has done he tries to bring his arms back down, but he can’t, Hoseok is too strong (or maybe he’s just too drunk, but whatever). This additional sense of a distinct lack of control sends another surge of heat radiating from his lower stomach to the rest of his body, and he squirms under Hoseok.
“Desperate kitty, aren’t we?” Hoseok asks in amusement. It was kind of a rhetorical question, so Hoseok’s eyes widen in pleased surprise when he gets his answer.
“Yes, Yes I am your desperate kitty, please, Hobi…” whines Yoongi. Hoseok silences him with a hard kiss and Yoongi can’t help but moan again into it. And finally, something snaps in Hoseok. He leans down, still holding Yoongi’s hands securely above his head, to whisper in the elder’s ear.
“I’m going to fuck you, little kitten. Fuck you so good you’ll never want anyone else.”
Yoongi isn’t sure how many times his stomach can do that swooping thing that happens every time a heat wave emanates from it to spread across his flesh, but he knows it’s happening again and it’s just as strong as the first time, if not stronger. He moans again, and at this point Yoongi vaguely realizes that they’re just egging each other on, building the tension up. That’s nice and all, but he’s not patient when he’s drunk, and he wants Hoseok to fuck him now.
“Hobi,” he says, enlisting the help of the nickname that makes Hoseok so soft. “Hobi, please, I need you to do it, I need you to fuck me. Please, hurry.”
It works. Hoseok gives a little growl and spits into his hand, clearly planning to use it as lube. It’s not ideal, but they’re in the main living area and Yoongi’s lube, at least, is back in his room. Hoseok also utilizes the pre-come that has gathered at the tip of his own cock, smearing it all over his length mixed with the saliva. Yoongi watches these preparations hungrily, wiggling a little because he can’t sit still while he’s waiting for this.
Hoseok lifts Yoongi’s legs and spits in his own hand again, this time using it to slick up his fingers. He carefully places a finger at Yoongi’s twitching hole, smearing the saliva across it, rubbing it in. He spits in his hand two more times and adds that to the mix so that when he finally slips a finger into Yoongi, there’s enough lubrication to at least keep from hurting Yoongi.
Yoongi shudders and lays pliant, holding his breath as Hoseok slides his finger in slowly.
“Relax, kitten,” Hoseok reminds him, and he tries his best to do so, breathing slow, deep, steadying breaths.
Hoseok’s hand is moving faster, thrusting the finger in and out of Yoongi, and it feels so good Yoongi thinks he may just spontaneously combust then and there with all of the sexual tension building up in his body. But soon Hoseok is adding a second slick finger, and then a third as Yoongi’s body adjusts, like it’s eager to get to the point where it can take an actual cock.
Yoongi can’t take it anymore, it’s too much. He feels tears start to prick at the corners of his eyes as he desperately begs Hoseok.
“Please, Hobi, please, I’m ready, please!” He gasps. Hoseok smiles.
“Alright kitten, you should be ready for me now.”
Without further preamble Hoseok is slowly sliding into Yoongi’s hole, hot and wet and slick and tight. They both moan at the same time, and Hoseok immediately sets up a slow, torturous, insistent rhythm with his thrusts that go deep into Yoongi.
Yoongi feels tears begin to slide down his face as Hoseok moves. Tears of relief that Hoseok’s hot, fat cock is finally moving inside him, as well as tears of frustration because it’s still not enough. He wants to come. He needs to come.
“Harder, Hoseok, please,” he gasps, attempting to grab at Hoseok but unable to do so due to the shirt that still traps his arms.
“Fuck,” Hoseok swears, and Yoongi’s not sure whether it’s because of his words or how Hoseok is feeling with his dick inside of Yoongi. But the important thing is that Hoseok does indeed speed up. Yoongi closes his eyes for a moment at the sudden intensity of the thrusts, but he can still clearly hear flesh slapping against flesh as Hoseok drives him insistently into the floor.
“Hobi, Hobi I wanna touch you, can I please?” he asks, his hands so eager to touch every inch of Hoseok they could reach if unbound.
“Since you asked nicely, kitten. Sit up for a sec,” Hoseok smiles, helping Yoongi get the shirt all the way off.
As soon as Yoongi’s hands are free he’s pulling Hoseok down into a rough kiss. Their teeth clack a little at the initial impact but Yoongi doesn’t care, he’s too absorbed in how Hoseok’s lips feel against his, how his dick feels inside of his body. The kiss is sloppy due to Hoseok’s continued hip thrusts but it’s enough to dropkick Yoongi off the edge.
“Hobi — Hobi I’m —” he cries out. But his sentence ends in an unintelligible shout as he comes hard all over himself, and Hoseok fucks him steadily through it. Just as the waves of Yoongi’s orgasm are subsiding, Hoseok’s orgasm hits him just as hard. He moans, too, maybe even louder than Yoongi had, and even though Yoongi is starting to feel oversensitive he reigns in his slight discomfort so that Hoseok can ride his orgasm to completion inside him. Fuck, Hoseok came inside him.
As Hoseok lays on top of Yoongi, utterly spent and gasping, he speaks again.
“Holy shit, Yoongs, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to — just got carried away and —”
“It’s okay, baby, I don’t mind,” coos Yoongi, reaching up to run his fingers soothingly through Hoseok’s now slightly sweat dampened hair. He secretly loves it, loves feeling full of something that’s a part of Hoseok even after the sex is over.
As they clean themselves up bashfully, flirting lightly with each other, Yoongi also secretly thinks that maybe these sex games aren’t so bad after all. Maybe he should thank Taehyung for making him play.