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“I’m going insane,” Yoongi says. He's sitting on the floor of the living room, with his back against the couch and legs crossed. He's surrounded by books and notebooks in different states of messiness.  Yoongi taps his pen against the wrinkled page of his Composition class, “I think my hair is falling. Hoseok, I’m going bald.

He passes a hand through his wet hair and groans.

Hoseok, who’s sitting on the couch with his laptop on his thighs, sighs.

“Hyung, you’re just stressed because you’ve been working way too hard,” Hoseok says, posing a hand on Yoongi’s shoulder as a gesture of comfort. “You need to take a break.”

Yoongi sighs, dropping his pen and digging the heel of his hands in his eyes.

“Yeah,” he admits, “But everytime I lay down, I just think about all the shit I gotta do… Makes me crazy.”

“Then do something else to get your head out of your responsibilities,” Hoseok suggests. He puts his laptop aside and sits on the floor, next to Yoongi, “Something that relaxes you.”

“Everything I do requires working and thinking, Hoseok. I’m a fucking workaholic,” Yoongi says, bitterness obvious in his tone.

Normally, Yoongi doesn’t complain about college and work, because he likes his major and actually enjoys his classes. But lately, he’s been more restless and stressed than usual, pulling so many all-nighters (just because he just can’t sleep) that he feels like a freshman all over again.

He has the biggest eye bags of his life and he’s had a headache for two days now.

It sucks. It really, really sucks.

Hoseok, human sunshine and Yoongi’s best friend ever, is more than worried. He can’t bear looking at his favourite hyung turning into a ball of anxiety because finals season is close and that’s just how Yoongi handles stress: by not handling it at all.

So he has an idea to “fix him up”, but it’s a delicate subject. However, desperate times call for desperate measures .

“Hyung, why don’t you just get laid?” he says, bluntly but still avoiding Yoongi’s eyes, “I can’t remember the last time you sexiled me or didn’t spend the night here. That might help you.”

He knows Yoongi’s staring at him with his tired but still piercing eyes. Maybe with a eyebrow raised, even.

There’s a tense silence and Hoseok almost regrets opening his mouth, but he won’t take it back.

“Sex is overrated, Hoseok,” Yoongi says, finally, “Besides, I look like shit.”

“You don’t look like shit, you look tired ,” Hoseok corrects him, looking up at him, “And just because you have a truly horrible history of bad one night stands doesn’t mean that sex isn’t fucking awesome.”

Yoongi rolls his eyes. He closes his notebook and throws it aside, apparently giving up for now.

“I’ve slept with like, five dudes and three girls. And every single time was lame as fuck,” he says, looking at Hoseok with tired eyes. “I mean, yeah, it felt good, but I’m sure you’re all exaggerating when you say that it’s the most amazing thing ever.”

“I don’t think it’s the most amazing thing ever , but it is pretty amazing,” Hoseok insists. Yoongi looks at him with a face so blank that’s almost impressive, “I mean it, hyung! I don’t know why you attract the bad fuckers.”

“Hoseok, there can’t really be much more than what I’ve already experienced,” Yoongi says, stretching his arms and cracking his neck.

“I don’t know what you’ve experienced, but if it let you feeling so skeptical about sex, it couldn’t have been very good...”

“Ok, let's assume I’ve had the worst sex-luck ever,” Yoongi says, “So what? You gonna go and set me up with a qualified fuckbuddy? You gonna teach me what a good fuck feels like?” he asks, defiant, eyes sharp and an eyebrow raised. He’s just joking around, but it still makes Hoseok’s stomach turn.

He licks his lips, nervous.

There’s a slight change in the atmosphere, and Yoongi seems to pick it up. His face softens, but the challenging glit is still there.

“I...I could. Show you, I mean,” Hoseok says after a pause that felt like a thousand years, “I could fuck you. Real good.”

Yoongi swallows and Hoseok follows the bob of his adam’s apple with his eyes.

“You wanna go FWB?” Yoongi asks, his voice low and teasing. He smirk, almost imperceptible, but Hoseok notices and, even though he’s seen that same expression a thousand times before, he still finds it extremely attractive.

“Not if you don’t want to,” he says, “But I could help you relax. Take your mind away from finals season, and prove you that sex is actually pretty fucking great.”

Yoongi laughs, breathy and well meant, and it makes Hoseok smile.

“You sound pretty confident.”

“I am.”

Yoongi leans closer, one hand resting on Hoseok’s thigh.

“You know how hard it is for me to forget about work,” he says, and his mouth is so close that Hoseok has a hard time trying to keep his eyes on Yoongi’s, “You think you’re good enough to make me neglect my responsibilities? To make me change my mind in just one night? Like some kind of sex god?” he asks, mockingly.

Yoongi sounds like he wants Hoseok to back off, to feel ashamed and take it all like a joke. But at the same time, he’s leaning closer, like he wants to keep going, to hear more. It’s something so inherently Yoongi, that contradiction between his words and his body, that any doubt that Hoseok could’ve had just vanishes away.

“I guess I’m just that good,” he says, and Yoongi smiles, cute and gummy.

“Setting some big expectations, are we?”

Now it’s Hoseok’s turn to smile. Then, he lifts a hand and puts it against Yoongi’s cheek, softly, and everything feels real . Yoongi’s face goes serious again, and they’re not playing anymore.

“If you want to stop, we stop,” Hoseok promises, and Yoongi nods.

Hoseok leans closer, eyes fixed on Yoongi’s, until he’s too close to focus. His body is still on edge, paying attention to any movement of the smaller body in front of him. Yoongi’s hand that’s on Hoseok’s thigh closes, gripping the soft fabric of his sweats.

Just when Hoseok’s lips are one inch away from Yoongi’s, the older leans back. They’re still close, but Yoongi’s looking at him with a troubled expression.

“Were you going to kiss me?” he asks, and it throws Hoseok a little off.

“Yeah, that was my intention...” he says. Yoongi’s frown deepens.

“I’m not your girlfriend,” Yoongi says, and yeah, Hoseok is more than confused.

“I know?” he says, unsure, “I won’t kiss you if you don’t want me to, but it helps to relax you and gets you going...”

Yoongi, for a second, looks surprised. He opens his mouth but doesn’t know what to say, so he closes it again and stares at Hoseok. Realisation washes over the younger slowly.

“Did...Did any of your hook ups ever kiss you?” he asks.

“Girls. Girls did, but girls need more...dedication,” Yoongi says, carefully, “Guys don’t need kisses to get turned on.”

Hoseok's stunned and half offended. Yeah, sure, kissing isn’t a must to turn you on, and a hook up isn’t the same as a lover, but Hoseok thinks intimacy and closeness is important, even with a one night stand.

Did Yoongi only hook up with jerks? No wonder he thinks sex is lame.

However, it’s a question for another time. Right now, Hoseok has a lot of damage control to make.

“Sex is supposed to be fun, hyung… Not just dicks and asses,” Hoseok says, “I won’t do anything that makes you uncomfortable, but do you want me to kiss you?” he asks, looking at Yoongi straight in the eye.

Yoongi seems to think about it for a moment. Then, he looks back up at Hoseok and nods.

“Yeah, I want you to,” he says, and Hoseok smiles softly.


So he leans in once again, and this time Yoongi meets him halfway. There are no fireworks or explosions when their lips meet, but Yoongi’s are small and soft, and Hoseok really likes the feeling of Yoongi’s little pink tongue caressing his lower lip. They start slow, just nipping at each other’s lips and adding a little bit of tongue occasionally. But then they get comfortable, and when Yoongi puts a hand on Hoseok’s shoulder and sighs against his mouth, Hoseok takes it as a green light and deepens the kiss.

With one hand on Yoongi’s waist and the other in his wet hair, Hoseok makes the kisses slower, deeper, moving his mouth with more insistence and biting Yoongi's lower lip softly.

Their position is a little awkward, sitting next to each other with their bodies half turned, so Yoongi pulls away and rests his forehead against Hoseok’s.

“Let’s move to the bed, yeah?” he asks, panting slightly.

Hoseok nods and they stand up. He takes Yoongi’s hand just because he can.

Yoongi doesn’t pulls his hand away. Instead, he gives Hoseok’s hand a small squeeze, and then snorts when the younger starts walking.

“What?” Hoseok asks.

“You’re walking so weird… You look dumb,” he says, not even trying to contain his laugh.

Hoseok rolls his eyes, “I’m half hard and going commando, so yeah, it’s fucking uncomfortable.” He says, opening their room’s door.

“I’ve been told I’m a very good kisser, and I’m gonna take that as a confirmation,” Yoongi says, smiling dorkly, “So thank you.”

Hoseok laughs, “Just shut up, hyung.”

“Make me,” Yoongi says, wiggling his eyebrows. Hoseok groans, but there’s a smile on his lips.

“Oh my god, who would’ve thought you were so cheesy ?” he complains, but still leans down to kiss Yoongi again. This time, the older is laughing a little, and Hoseok is smiling, and the kiss is weird and complicated because they can’t seem to close their mouths and do it properly but it doesn’t matter. Yoongi’s laugh is deep and relaxing, and Hoseok loves the feeling of Yoongi’s smile.

They undress each other without hurry. Hoseok starts by taking Yoongi’s worn out t-shirt first, and then Yoongi tugs at Hoseok’s hoodie and makes an annoyed noise on the back of his throat, but refuses to pull back of their kiss for longer than what it takes to rush a slurred ‘take it off’, his lips still brushing against Hoseok’s. After their shirts are off, Yoongi sits on the bed, taking Hoseok with him, and then lays down.

In this new position, Hoseok hovering over Yoongi’s smaller body, the younger can’t help staring at Yoongi’s face, smiley and relaxed, his light blond hair sprawled like a halo.

“You’re so pretty, hyung,” he murmurs.

“And then I’m the cheesy one,” Yoongi teases him, no real malice on his voice.

Hoseok just smiles, and leans down to pepper kisses all over Yoongi’s face. He starts with his nose, and then moves to his cheeks, his forehead, his closed eyelids, his chin. Hoseok kisses every inch of soft skin, until the older is laughing and asking him to stop. He obeys and moves down, playfull kisses tuning into something slower and wetter as he trails down Yoongi’s neck, his collarbones, his chest.

Yoongi pets Hoseok's hair like he does when they’re watching a movie or cuddling for the sake of warmth and comfort, his bony fingers running through dark strands and short nails scratching his scalp delicately. It feels familiar and intimate, and the shiver it sends down Hoseok’s spine turns him on in a way he didn't even know was possible.

Hoseok's putting all his weight in one of his arms so he doesn't crush Yoongi. With his free hand, he caresses the older’s side, long fingers feeling every bump of Yoongi’s ribs under smooth skin, and he enjoys the way Yoongi’s body gets a little more slim at the waist. As he trails down Yoongi’s sternum with wet kisses, his hand moves down and back up, roaming Yoongi’s chest and counting every breath with the movement of his rib cage. When Hoseok's thumb brushes around Yoongi's right nipple, the older’s breath stutters, and Hoseok likes the sound of it. He moves from where he’s been kissing and nipping at the soft skin under Yoongi's belly button so he can lick at Yoongi's nipple, his hand still thumbing the other one softly.

When Hoseok's warm, wet tongue makes contact with Yoongi's heated skin, he gasps, eyes opening and back arching slightly.

“That’s...Ok, wow…” he says, panting, and laughs a little. Hoseok lifts his head to look at Yoongi, and the older looks absolutely amazing with pink cheeks and bitten lips.

“You okay?” he asks, and Yoongi nods.

“Yeah, more than okay… I just. I didn’t know that was a thing… For me, y’know?” he admits.

Hoseok is a little surprised, because nipples are one of the most erogenous parts of the body and honestly, how could every single one of Yoongi's partners simply neglect that zone? But doesn't say anything, and instead makes his mission to find out every single one of Yoongi's buttons and how to push them.

He’s going to have his sweet time mapping Yoongi’s body, and the simple thought puts a smile on his face.

“Why are you smiling? That’s your creepy smile. I’m scared of what you're thinking,” Yoongi says, eyes drowsy but alert, and Hoseok just laugh and moves down once again.


“Hoseok, what are you-- Stop! Just-- Oh my god. ” Yoongi gasps, letting his body fall down on the bed once again and closing his eyes. In the last fifteen minutes, Hoseok has been playing some kind of sick game Yoongi's called ‘Let's tease Yoongi because I'm an asshole’.

First it was the nipple thing. Once Hoseok had found out Yoongi was sensitive there, he wasted no time touching, licking and even biting those sensitive buds like he was a man on a mission. It had the older gasping and shivering, his dick twitching inside his boxers. But when he asked (he absolutely did not beg) Hoseok to stop, the skin raw and sensitive, Hoseok just looked up at him with the dumbest grin ever.

After that, he put his mouth on basically every single part of Yoongi's body, except for where Yoongi wanted him.

(“God, Hoseok...Just suck me off or something.”

“Sorry, can not do. I'm having fun, and I know you're enjoying it.”


“We’ll get to that later...Ouch! Hey, no violence behind closed doors, please!”)

But even though this was taking longer than what Yoongi expected, he liked it, and Hoseok looked like he was enjoying himself as well.

Now, after Hoseok spent what felt like years teasing the sensitive and soft skin of Yoongi's belly, just above the waistband of his boxers, he’s taking his sweet time with Yoongi's thighs. Which, as it turns out, are awfully sensitive.

“Hoseok, stop being a tease, you little shit, ” he says, but even Yoongi has to admit that he doesn't sound very scary or convincing with the way his voice trembles. The least rational part of his brain betrays him, and his legs open wider, unconsciously, when Hoseok puts a hand on him.

“Let me do my work, hyung,” Hoseok says, his hands tracing lazy patterns on the inside of Yoongi's thighs. He's focused on the older's face and the way his body react, drinking every gasp and choked moan like an expensive wine.

When he puts a little bit more pressure, his nails leave four pink stripes that stand out amazingly against the milky paleness of Yoongi's legs. Yoongi arches his back as a breathy moan makes his way out and Hoseok thinks he could get drunk on this.

Yoongi's heart is hammering loudly and he’s pretty sure he's never been this turned on before, and Hoseok hasn't even touched his dick yet, so he just gives up. He decides to shut the annoying little voice that reminds him of Hoseok being younger (and dumber, Yoongi would add) and already way too good at this.

His pride can go fuck itself, Yoongi's too busy fucking Hoseok.

(Or getting fucked by Hoseok, but who cares?)

So, when Hoseok grabs one of Yoongi's legs and puts it on his shoulder, lowering his body so the stretching doesn't bother the older, he just lets him be.

He closes his eyes and sighs. Lets his body do what it wants as one of his hands threads itself in Hoseok's hair and the other cups his cheek, his thumb tracing circles on Hoseok's cheekbone.

Yoongi likes this, the closeness and comfort of  having someone he loves and trust, making him feel so good.  Knowing they're both enjoying it.

He guesses that must be the real deal about sex: not just touching, but feeling .

“Hey, Yoongs.” Hoseok voice takes him out of his trance, and when Yoongi looks up, his staring at him with a fond smile.

“I hate that nickname,” Yoongi says, and Hoseok laughs.

“Sure you do,” he says, and Yoongi rolls his eyes “I’m gonna keep going, okay?”

“Suit yourself.”

This time, Hoseok kisses the inside of Yoongi's thigh, starting at the very edge of his hip bone and going down from there. He pokes his tongue out sometimes to suck some wet kisses on the skin. When he feels like he’s hit a specially sensitive spot, he bites with just enough force to leave a small hickey. Hoseok's other hands is still caressing the thigh that isn't on top of his shoulder, and Yoongi's trembling under him.

Hoseok keeps his ministrations as he moves closer to Yoongi's knee, pulling himself back and pushing  Yoongi's leg a little bit higher to gain some mobility.

Of all the things about himself that Yoongi's been learning tonight, he could've never imagined that someone kissing the back of his knee could feel that good. The idea was simply ridiculous and he would've never found out by himself, but Hoseok was ridiculous in general. So, of course he’d think ‘hey, let’s see what happens if I kiss the back of Yoongi's knee!”.

God this is ridiculous.” Yoongi gasps, hips bucking up involuntarily when Hoseok bites the soft skin. “There’s… There's no way someone can be so goddamn good at this,” he says, tightening his grip on Hoseok's hair.

“That’s a weird way of delivering a compliment,” Hoseok comments, the hot puffs of air hitting Yoongi's wet skin and making him shiver.

“Shut up. You're like a sexual Tchaikovsky and I hate you,” Yoongi says. He groans and drapes an arm over his face to cover his eyes. His other hand pulls at Hoseok's hair sharply, and the surprised gasps that leaves the younger’s mouth doesn't pass unnoticed, “Will you fuck me now?” he asks, moving his arm to look at Hoseok in the eye, “Please.”

That seems to do the trick.

Hoseok groans and nods, moving Yoongi's leg off his shoulder so he can take the rest of their clothes off. Yoongi lifts his hips to make it easier and then they're naked. It's by far the first time they see each other like this, but it's completely different.

Hoseok stares at Yoongi's body and the older shifts, feeling shy under Hoseok's gaze. He’s not ashamed of his body, but most of his previous hook-ups have been in the dark.

Yoongi can see the way Hoseok's adam’s apple bobs when he swallows.

“I’m gonna wear your thighs as earmuffs,” he declares, draping both of Yoongi's legs on his shoulders this time.

Yoongi snorts, “You'll freeze your ears off.”

“Well, I like your thighs so I'll do as I want.” Hoseok pushes Yoongi's legs higher, so the older's ass is lifted off the bed, “Pass me the lube, please,” he says. Yoongi practically throws him the lube and condom he pulled out of his nightstand in a moment of clarity.

Hoseok puts some of the clear substance on his right hand and warms it up a little before grabbing Yoongi's dick and giving it a firm stroke.

Yoongi's back arches, his dick already sensitive for all the kissing and touching Hoseok was having such a great time doing.

Hoseok’s as good at this as he’s at everything he's done so far, moving his hand with a precision Yoongi didn't know was possible. He uses the right amount of pressure, his wrist turns in just the right ways, and when he uses his thumb to play with the head of Yoongi's dick, the older feels like exploding.


“Dude, I-- I won't last if you keep doin’ that.” Yoongi gasps.

“Don't call me ‘dude’ while I'm touching your dick,” Hoseok says, and Yoongi wants to kill him because he's making fun of him , that little shit.

Hoseok. ” Yoongi warns him, eyes closed tightly. Hoseok gives him a few more pumps, and then stops. Yoongi feels somewhere between frustrated and relieved. The feeling doesn't last, though, because he hasn't even taken enough air to calm his heart down when Hoseok is already moving to kiss Yoongi's perineum. His hands grab one of Yoongi's asscheek each and spread him open, Hoseok’s mouth moving down with a trail of teasing kisses until he has his face buried in Yoongi's ass. He starts slow, licking a wide strip against Yoongi's entrance and tasting the waters with shorts, slow licks. Once it’s very clear Yoongi has no objections, his breath stuttering with shaky moans and his thighs trembling at each side of Hoseok's head, the younger puts more effort in eating Yoongi out.

His teasing licks turn into more insistent ones, alternating between long licks that go from Yoongi's hole to his balls and tracing Yoongi's rim with the tip of his tongue. He sticks his tongue out and slowly pushes the tip in, his hands cradling Yoongi's ass as he moves his tongue in and out, as deep as it can go.

Yoongi’s groan is low and gutural.

“Hoseok... Hobi , Hobi I wanna come,” Yoongi says, voice rough and needy. He's torn between asking the younger to fuck him properly or begging him to never stop doing what he’s currently doing. Both of Yoongi's hands are on Hoseok's head, pushing him closer to him but also pulling at his hair.

Hoseok lets him be, the sound of Yoongi's moans and gasps making his dick twitch uncomfortably. Hoseok takes his right hand away of Yoongi's asscheek so he can slide a lubed finger inside the older.

Yoongi's back arches even more, and though the position is a little uncomfortable, Yoongi can take it if it means that Hoseok will give him more.

Hoseok's finger, long and slender, does wonders to Yoongi when mixed with the feeling of Hoseok's sinful tongue tracing his rim and trying to push inside of him.

It takes no more than two minutes for Hoseok to be able to slide another finger alongside his first one.

“Oh god… Hobi ,” Yoongi moans, hips pushing unconsciously against Hoseok's tongue and fingers.

Hoseok moves his face away from Yoongi's hole, fingers still moving while he kisses and bites Yoongi's thighs once more.

“I wanna see if you can come untouched,” he says, voice husky, “You're very sensitive all over, hyung…”

Yoongi just nods, his brain way too cloudy to really care. He’d jump out of the window if Hoseok asked him to, to be honest.

“Great. You're so hot, Yoongi… You sound amazing,” Hoseok whispers, pushing  a third finger inside the older. It's a tighter fit, but Yoongi keeps rocking his hips against those fingers as much as he can.

“More… Hoseok, more,” Yoongi demands, his cheeks flushed a pretty shade of pink.

Hoseok obeys, curling his fingers inside Yoongi and pressing and dragging them against Yoongi's walls. It takes him a little to find that one spot he's looking for, but he never stops kissing and biting Yoongi's thighs. When he finds it, the older gasps and his hands pull harder at Hoseok's hair.

There,” Yoongi says, and moans when Hoseok brushes past his prostate once more.

Hoseok fucks Yoongi with his fingers a few times, deep and slow. Then, he stills his fingers and curls them even more, creating a constant pressure against Yoongi's prostate. Yoongi groans, overwhelmed by the feeling.

As if that wasn't enough, Hoseok starts to move his finger in small circles, stimulating that little bulge constantly.

“Too much-- Hobi, Hobi, It’s-- it’s too much ,” Yoongi babbles. He moves one hand down to grab Hoseok's wrist, but puts no effort at all in actually stopping him.

So Hoseok keeps going, biting the soft flesh of Yoongi's thigh harder.

He takes Yoongi higher and higher, the older so overwhelmed by pleasure that he can almost feel the way his brain just stops working, not being able to even process one coherent thought. Yoongi moans and gasps and mumbles intelligible things, his body focusing on Hoseok's lips and Hoseok's fingers and Hoseok's teeth and Hoseok .

It's too much and it's not enough, all at the same time. It's a weird feeling that has Yoongi's eyes filling with tears and his mouth hanging open, back arched painfully.

“I know you want to come,” Hoseok says, “So go ahead, hyung. You deserve it.”

Somewhere behind the nebulosa that is Yoongi's mind right now, he can hear Hoseok's voice. But most than anything, he can feel the painful pleasure of a warm mouth and sharp teeth playing with his nipples, and Yoongi swears he blacks out for a second.

Yoongi comes untouched for the first time in his life, and he doesn't know if it's that, or all the foreplay, or what, but the feeling is so intense he can't stop the tears that filled his eyes from rolling down his face.

He feels boneless, and his brain is still floating around. He feels calm, even though he can't speak and he feels two seconds away of actually passing out.

Hoseok puts his legs down on the bed with care, and takes his fingers out of Yoongi as delicately as he can. It still makes Yoongi whimper a little, but Hoseok shushes him and pecks him on the lips.

Yoongi just lays there, eyes half open and glazed over, heart beating quickly and chest moving softly every time he breaths. Hoseok lays next to Yoongi and maneuvers him a little so the older is half draped over Hoseok, his head nested between his chin and shoulder.

“You okay?” Hoseok asks, one hand caressing Yoongi’s hair.

Yoongi still feels like made of putty, but he can think more clearly now. He clears his throat and reacomodes his head so it fits better against Hoseok’s neck.

“I can’t believe you fucked me silly,’” Yoongi says “Without actually fucking me.”

Hoseok laughs. “Told you, I know what I’m doing,” he says.

Yoongi slaps his chest gently.

“Don’t get cocky,” he says, and it only makes Hoseok laugh louder.

“Ok, ok. I won’t say I was amazing… but I was amazing,” he says, wiggling his eyebrows, and Yoongi can’t help but snort a laugh. He moves his body to get more comfortable, and his thigh accidentally presses against Hoseok’s erection.

“You’re still hard,” Yoongi says, moving his head back so he can look at Hoseok.

It’s an awkward angle and the younger looks like he has at least three chins, but Yoongi decides to save the teasing for another time.

“It’s okay, I’ll just get a shower or something,” Hoseok says, like it’s not a big deal.

Yoongi stares at him with a raised eyebrow. “Uhm, rude,” he says, “I’m literally right here .”

“I know, but I don’t want you to do something you don’t wanna do...” Hoseok says, one hand on Yoongi’s hair and the other on his shoulder.

“You just ate me out and made me come untouched.” Yoongi deadpans, and at least Hoseok has the decency of looking a little flustered, “I still think that people venerating sex like a God it’s dumb, ‘cause there’s no such thing as a magic dick, but this is fun. I like it. You thought you getting a boner would disturb me or something? I’m actually glad to know I wasn’t the only one enjoying this.”

At this, Hoseok shakes his head earnestly. “Oh, not at all,” he says, and Yoongi laughs.

“So, let me help you, okay?” he says, moving so he can hover over Hoseok, putting his forearms at each side of the younger’s head.

“Okay,” Hoseok nods. Yoongi smiles sweetly and leans down to kiss him, slow and deep.

Hoseok sighs and relaxes even more, and Yoongi moves the leg he has between Hoseok’s against his crotch, putting just enough pressure to make younger gasp.

Yoongi presses his thigh a little harder against Hoseok’s dick, and slides his tongue inside the younger’s mouth when his lips part in a sigh.

Now kissing with more fervor, tongues sliding against each other and breaths mingling, Yoongi sets a rhythm with his thigh that has Hoseok shaking. Pressing harder and moving back just at the right times.

He drinks every little gasps and groan that leaves the younger’s lips.

“Is this enough?” Yoongi asks, voice rough.

“Yeah, yeah...” Hoseok sighs, closing his eyes and throwing his head back. His hips move against Yoongi’s thigh, looking for more friction, and Yoongi lets him. He leans down and starts to pepper Hoseok’s neck with kisses and small bites.

“You were so good before, Hobi,” he murmurs against the soft skin of Hoseok’s neck, “Made me feel incredible. That was the first time I’ve ever come untouched, you know? But your mouth is great , I thought I would black out...” he bites a little bit harder on one of Hoseok’s collarbones and the younger groans, hips stuttering.

“Hyung...” Hoseok sighs.

“I’ll think about your tongue so much now from now on.” Yoongi continues, teeth scraping Hoseok’s skin and his thigh pressing down harder. “I’ll think about how good it felt, about how hot and wet it was...” he sighs, "Wanna know a secret? I think I’d like it messy… I’d never thought about it ‘till now, but I imagine it and it’d be so good,” he says against Hoseok’s ear, sucking and biting at his lobe just this side of painful.

Hoseok takes a shuddering breath and grabs Yoongi by the hips, hard. “ Yoongi ,” he moans.

“Feel good? I wanna make you feel amazing, Hobi. Your fingers are a blessing, too… They fit so good inside of me, I think my own fingers won’t be enough the next time I touch myself,” Yoongi says, and Hoseok trembles, hips moving faster and faster, “ God, I feel so greedy now… You didn’t fuck me properly, and now I want it. I know you’d be great, I’ve seen you doing hip thrusts before. I bet you’d make me scream, fuck me so good I’d cry .”

Hoseok groans, nails digging on the pale skin of Yoongi’s hip, “I’m close,” he gasps, eyes shut tightly.

“You found my weak spots so easily.” Yoongi continues, “You know me better than anyone else. Now I’ll be able to tease myself… I love to do that whenever I’ve got time; just lay down and touch myself, without coming. I do it ‘til it hurts, but when I come I feel so good. I get so noisy, Hobi, you’d have to gag me so we don’t bother the neighbors.” He admits, and laughs a little, the sound rough and breathy, “But I’d moan your name so prettily, Hoseok...”

Maybe it’s Yoongi sounding so broken, or maybe the words coming out of his mouth like a promise, but Hoseok come with a loud groan, cum smearing between their bellies and mixing with the rests of Yoongi's.

When he lets go of Yoongi’s hips, the older collapses next to him, arms sore and tired.

Hoseok takes a minute to control his breathing before turning around and looking at Yoongi with a silly smile.

“What? Don’t do that, you look stupid,” Yoongi says.

“For someone who says that sex's overated you got really into it,” Hoseok teases him, pinching his cheek playfully.

Yoongi bats his hand away. “Shut up. It’s not my fault you get off to cheap dirty talk and dry humping like a fucking teenager...”

“Hey, you can’t make fun of me for liking what I like! That’s like, rule number one of sex!” Hoseok protests, pouting.

“Yeah, but rule number one of being my friend is I can make fun of whatever I want, so fuck off.”

Hoseok rolls his eyes, that same dumb smile on his lips. “Your dirty talk isn’t even cheap. I could tell you were enjoying yourself...”

“I said fuck off.”

“I’m sure everything you told me is true.” Hoseok insists, wiggling his eyebrows.

Yoongi turns around, giving his back to Hoseok. “I’ll sleep now.”

“Oh, don’t be ashamed! We can do this again if you’re up for it!”

“Goodnight, Hoseok.”

“I think we’d have to warn Tae and Jimin, if you’re really as noisy as you said… We don’t want to scare the children.”

“Shut up.”

“Or maybe I could just gag y--”

Shut. Up.