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Hoseok <3
YOONGI!!

Yoongi
hoseok

Hoseok <3
random thought
u should add me on skype

Yoongi
i don’t have skype

Hoseok <3
download it then (ಠ_ಠ)

Yoongi
why though

Hoseok <3
because i want to video chat with u!!!
i miss seeing your face yoong
like not just selfies, but ur actual moving face ):

Yoongi
i don’t want to
i’m tired

Hoseok <3
)))):

Yoongi
stop it

Hoseok <3
))))))))))):

Yoongi
sto p you know what that does to me

Hoseok <3
))))))))))))))))))))))))):

Yoongi
it’s downloading

Hoseok <3
you’re the best!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Yoongi
i know

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The unfamiliar skype ringing makes Yoongi jump, he groans, running his hand through his hair as he looks at the picture of Hoseok staring back at him. He clicks the answer button to have the profile picture replaced by the “real thing”, or a real time video of the real thing, which is almost as good as you can get when your relationship is long distance. Or when you're half way across the country on tour.

“Baby!” Hoseok exclaims, giant grin on his face not faltering at all, even upon seeing the unimpressed look on Yoongi’s face. “How are you today? You’re looking cute as ever.” He’s sitting with a bit of distance from the camera on his bed, wearing sweatpants and a white t-shirt.

Yoongi frowns. “Why are you so far away from the camera?”

“Damn, should have seen this coming,” Hoseok sighs, even though his expression doesn't change. However, he doesn't answer the question, instead moving his hand to his thigh and rubbing a bit. Yoongi doesn't pay too much attention to it, or at least it doesn't register what he's trying to do.

“Seen what coming?”

“Me.” And Hoseok throws his head back in laughter and frankly Yoongi hates himself for letting the smile tug at his lips, such a cheesy joke, such a Hoseok joke. He’s missed this.

“Okay, but for real, why’d you want to skype?”

Hoseok bites his lip and stares into the camera, spreading his legs wider and rubbing at his thighs more obviously now.

“Wait, so you made me download skype, to have… skype sex? Are dick pics not enough for you anymore?” Yoongi wants to be mad, but honestly… he's a little turned on at the sight of his boyfriend stroking himself through his sweatpants, his sweatpants not hiding much at all.

“Babe, please we can't see each other for the next two weeks and you finally have some time to yourself and I’ve been so,” He hisses as he grips himself through his pants. “Fucking horny these past few days.”

The shitty hotel wifi is making the video lag and pixelate a bit and Yoongi wishes he were there in person, but this will have to do. He’s not about to let a pixelated dick turn him off, wouldn't be the first time he got off to one. Yoongi licks his lips, setting his laptop down and scooting back on his hotel bed to give Hoseok a wider view.

“That’s what I like to see,” Hoseok says in a low, husky voice, his eyes lidded. “You look good.”

“Hoseok, I’m wearing pajamas.” Yoongi deadpans.

“Yeah! But they're those cute ones that I bought for you since you love jammie sets so much!” Hoseok’s whole ‘sexy’ demeanor vanished in a second and came back just as quickly.

Yoongi feels himself blushing, looking away from the screen and staring into his lap. “They are cute,” He mutters. “Get on with your skype sex.”

However, Hoseok was already on that, already back to rubbing himself through his pants. “Have you been touching yourself at all, Yoongi?”

He raises an eyebrow. “You know I have.”

“Play along please.”

Yoongi sighs, taking a deep breath to let himself ‘get into character’. “N—no.”

“Hmm, don’t lie to daddy, baby. Daddy doesn’t like it when you lie.” His voice has somehow become deeper and a bit rough, fucking sexy as all hell.

“I haven’t, daddy, I promise.” He juts out his lip in a pout.

“So when you get home and daddy is playing with you, your hole is gonna be nice and tight? Like you haven’t played with yourself for two weeks?” Hoseok runs a hand through his hair, staring intensely into the camera. “Your hesitation is making daddy doubt you.”

Yoongi whimpers, dick already starting to twitch in his pants.

“You brought lube with you,” Hoseok says as a statement. “So dirty, bringing that with you on your tour, after your concert finishes you can’t wait to get back to your hotel room so you can pop open that bottle that’s probably almost empty by now. You horny little boy can’t keep it in your pants for two weeks, how pathetic is that.” Hoseok has barely touched himself, still slowly palming himself through his pants, lazily.

It feels too hot in the room, the long sleeves of the pajamas and pants feels like they’re suffocating him and he pulls at his collar, trying to give himself more air. “I’m s—sorry, daddy.”

“You know what bad boys get?”

Yoongi bites his lip, staring right at Hoseok and reaching down to grip himself through his pants—

“Don’t you dare touch yourself, Yoongi.” Hoseok growls.

However, Yoongi doesn’t listen, instead deciding to take it even further and slip his hands into his pants—

“Yoongi, I swear to god, you touch yourself and I won’t touch you at all the next time I see you.” He yells so sternly, making Yoongi shiver, but also makes him retract his hand at the speed of light.

“I wanna come!” Yoongi groans, leaning back against the pillows.

“You can come if you don’t use your hands.”

Whatever character Yoongi had gotten into, he’s out of now, staring at Hoseok in confusion. “Hoseok, what? How do I—?”

“Get creative, Yoongs.” There’s this awful fucking smirk on Hoseok’s face and cocks his eyebrow that just lets Yoongi know that Hoseok knows exactly what he’s doing and has probably planned this down to the fucking bone because Hoseok is smart and thorough like that. “Use that pretty head of yours,” He says in a low voice, almost mocking. “And figure out a solution.”

Yoongi’s still so confused, he doesn’t know how he can get off without his hands, without any toys, without Hoseok. He looks around the room, searches for a second with a glance, when his eyes land on the pillow he’s lying against. “Hoseok,” He whispers. “Are you telling me to hump the fucking hotel pillow?”

Hoseok shrugs, smirk growing. “Or the mattress, you can make that decision, baby.”

Fuck,” He hisses, but he’s too desperate right now, he reaches behind him and aggressively pulls the pillow in front of him.

“Straddle the pillow.” Hoseok commands, he looks bored, like he has better things to do, which makes Yoongi want to do something to catch Hoseok’s attention, he wants to please him. “Now, baby, you’re making daddy impatient, take off your pants and straddle the fucking pillow.”

Quickly, Yoongi tucks his thumbs in the waistband of his pants and starts pulling them down—

Not your underwear, keep that on.”

Yoongi frowns but does what he’s told, leaving the boxer-briefs, the tight ones that Hoseok fucking bought for him. He throws the pants to the side and gets on his knees, tucking the pillow between his legs, biting his lip and looking back at Hoseok who had within that time pulled down his own pants and Yoongi gets to witness him licking his hand and bringing it to his dick, hissing at the wetness.

“I—I wish this was your mouth, baby.” He sighs in pleasure, lolling his head back and exposing his neck and Yoongi has never wanted to suck on his neck so much. “Mm, wish you were here and on my cock. Daddy’s gonna fuck you so hard when he sees you.”

Yoongi situates himself on the pillow, experimentally rolling his hips, just to get a feel for the pillow, mouth hanging open in a silent moan. “I—I think about you f—fucking me backstage, daddy, in the dressing room, haah,” He moans as he keeps moving his hips.

“Holy shit,” Hoseok gasps, thrusting into his hand. “That’s so fucking dirty, so nasty, shit, you’d love every second of that. Fuck, tuck your dick behind the waistline.”

Yoongi does it as fast as he can, his cock barely long enough to reach, just the tip sticking out, as he begins to move his hips more erratically, breathing heavily. “Sometimes I think about,” He huffs. “Us fucking in the dressing room and the—the mic didn’t get turned off so—so, shit,” He hunches over, trying to edge himself. “The sounds of us fucking, both of us moaning, you fucking dirty talking me and calling me a little whore for not being able to wait until we’re back in the hotel room, the sounds being projected into the stadium leaving all my fans confused, realizing that you’re my fucking daddy— fuck.” He’s thrusting so fast onto the pillow and it feels so, so fucking good, he bites his lip staring right into the camera, Hoseok’s moving his hand and hips so fast, both panting. “I’m gonna come Hos—daddy, can I come, please?” He pleads.

“Come for me baby,” Hoseok encourages, letting out a string of moans after, coming onto his hand.

Yoongi comes at that, curses falling from his mouth that are slurred into moans, the come gets all over the pillow but he can’t worry about it now.

They’re both breathing heavily and then go into silence and eventually they’ve both come off their highs and Yoongi looks at him.

“The next time we do this, I’m leading.” He states.

Hoseok snorts. “So you liked it?”

Yoongi feels his face heat up, he doesn’t even try to hide it. “I didn’t say that.”

“Mhmm,” Obviously not fooled, Hoseok smiles. “You’re cute when you don’t want to admit to something.”

He rolls his eyes. “Anyways.”

“Well,” Hoseok leans back, stretching. “Well, I’ll go now.”

“You’re really gonna just jerk off and leave?” Yoongi shakes his head, a grin on his face.

He winks. “You know me.” And then he laughs, leaning forward to use the touchpad on his laptop and hovers the cursor over the ‘end call’ button. “I like you.”

“I like you too.”  He’s grinning even after the image of Hoseok has disappeared and all he can see is the ‘Call ended’ in the chat log. Yoongi pulls the pillow to his chest, hugging it and disregarding the fact that he had just humped this exact pillow and came on it. Leaning against the headrest, Yoongi groans and closes his eyes, gripping the pillow even harder and letting is cover half of his face. It muffles his voice, “Fuck, I like him so much.”