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“Pay attention to me” Jungkook whined, trying to reach out and grab a hold of Hoseok’s phone, which had entirely captivated the elder’s attention for the longest two hours in Jungkook’s life.
“I’m just trying to sort out this issue at the office, sorry Kookie” Hoseok apologized, dodging his boyfriend’s slender fingers and continuing to type, but facing away from the other, so he couldn’t reach.
Jungkook sighed and settled back against the mattress, head snuggly resting on Hoseok’s thigh. He closed his eyes, listening to the annoying sound of keyboard being pressed continuously and he unconsciously turned his head to the side and started rubbing his cheek over Hoseok’s clothed flesh, enjoying the warmth and smell and comfort of it all. Hoseok was home to him.
When he realized what he was doing, his eyes popped open with newly found determination and he started nosing up the thigh, placing small kisses along the way. He passed by the crotch area and barely contained a huff of laughter when Hoseok sucked a breath in at the touch. “Jungkookie, please…”
“Don’t worry, hyung. I’m too tired for that too” he assured, continuing his journey until he reached the belt. Then, slowly he gripped onto the hem of his boyfriend’s T-shirt, pulled it up to reveal all skin up to his chest and he couldn’t help but smile at the sight.
Here’s the thing: Jungkook wasn’t ripped, but you could most certainly tell by his defined abs and muscular thighs that he went to the gym four times a week. Hoseok, on the other hand, barely had a shadow of six pack, not even
visible if the light wasn’t angled a certain way. But his abs weren’t the star of the show tonight.
Jungkook absolutely adored Hoseok’s little tummy. It was fairly recently that he picked up on this weird little obsession: his hand would always somehow automatically find its way there when the couple was cuddling or when they were simply walking side by side and his arm would snake around Hoseok’s waist and his fingers would rest atop of his stomach, simply just enjoy the feel of it. Oh and let’s not forget how both his palms would always lay flat on the belly as Jungkook pounded into Hoseok from behind, relishing in the feeling of the muscles contracting underneath his fingertips each time he hit the prostate dead-on.
But let’s not get side-tracked. Hoseok had somehow never picked up on his boyfriend’s little kink and that was a relief, since he genuinely didn’t mean anything sexual as he currently switched positions slightly, placing his cheek on the now bare skin, exhaling softly and smiling when he heard Hoseok hold his breath.
“Jungkookie” Hoseok whispered, finally locking his phone and placing it next to him, the fingers from one of his hands finding their way to Jungkook’s head and soothingly starting to massage the scalp. “I’m sorry I’ve been ignoring you” he sincerely apologized. “I…”
“It’s okay, hyung. I know you wouldn’t ignore me if it wasn’t important” Jungkook interrupted and he truly meant it. His eyes closed, almost ready to fall asleep, lulled by the soothing circular motions of Hoseok’s fingers and the soft flesh of his tummy warming up Jungkook’s slightly cold cheek. And let’s not forget the smell. It was such a distinctive smell that the younger almost felt himself get drunk from it: a musky scent that Jungkook recognized from the many times he’d sucked his boyfriend off, but also complimented by something sweet that had nothing to do with Hoseok’s shower gel. Something that didn’t remind Jungkook of anything in particular, except for… well, just Hoseok.
He smiled and kept his eyes closed as his head turned slightly in an attempt to find a more comfortable position for his neck, when his lips grazed Hoseok’s skin. It was almost instinctively that he pulled back enough to lick his lips and his eyes opened immediately, the lingering taste taking him by surprise. It was salty, but sweet at the same time and he felt the gates to a new personal hell open up as he dipped down to latch his lips onto the skin right below the belly button and to softly suck on it, careful not to graze the other’s skin with his teeth.
Hoseok let out a shaky breath from above and his hold on Jungkook’s hair tightened ever so slightly, but he didn’t protest, nor did he encourage the action, quickly picking up on the fact that Jungkook was having a moment of self-discovery, a moment of exploration and curiosity.
The younger shifted in order for his hands to gently grip Hoseok’s sides, both thumbs starting to rub circles into the now heated skin, lips continuing to move against the elder’s belly, alternating between dragging them from side to side and enjoying the glide and placing small and quick pecks all over.
“I love it so much” he whispered in the short moment he detached himself from Hoseok to catch his breath. “I love you so much” he continued, only looking up at his boyfriend for half a second before returning his full attention to the same patch of skin he’d gingerly abused, now prodding at it with the tips of his fingers, tracing the patterns of the slowly but surely bruising flesh. It was like he’d fallen into a trance, completely mesmerised by how something so soft and pure can become so tainted and tempting, yet still so so soft and pure!
“I love you too” Hoseok’s voice broke the spell and Jungkook’s fingers stopped drawing patterns into the skin, the younger lifting his eyes once again to meet the other’s gaze and to almost melt into the mattress at the sight of that wonderful, oh-so-wonderful smile he’d fallen so hard for. “If you’re done worshiping my stomach and drooling all over it, I think I’d very much like a kiss” he continued, smile audible in his amused tone. “On my lips, that is” he added.
Seeing Jungkook quirk one eyebrow in a challenging way and hands fly out to grip at Hoseok’s sides as if to keep him from squirming from what was about to happen, Hoseok cursed under his breath, recognizing the look from when they had sex and he would fuck up by being disobedient and impatient. Surely something was under way to put him in his place. He was expecting a rougher kiss as punishment. Or maybe nails painfully digging into his skin.
What he certainly wasn’t expecting was for Jungkook to dip down for what felt like the thousandth time that evening, to part his lips and latch them onto Hoseok’s belly button… and to start blowing air into it, most of it escaping it in an amalgam of fart noises. And Hoseok lost it. The ticklish feeling paired with the noises absolutely destroyed him, laughter bubbling up in his chest and he only tried to keep it in for a few seconds before he gave up and let it all out, entire body shaking with the violence of laughter and giggles. His hands tried to pry Jungkook away, desperate for some air, but the younger was having none of it. He continued blowing air into the belly button, he himself starting to feel lightheaded from lack of air, but enjoying the sound of his boyfriend’s laughter way too much to stop so soon.
He only ended his ministrations when he completely ran out of air, blinked a couple of times, chest heaving for oxygen, before his head collapsed face first into the tum-tumm’. Hoseok yelped, still sensitive from the round of raspberries Jungkook had condemned him to. “Why am I in a relationship with a literal 5 year old?” he mumbled, trying to catch his breath. “Come here, you big child.”
Jungkook waited until his breathing pattern slowed down and he sighed, pulling back and throwing one last loving look at the itty bitty tum-tum before dutifully covering it back with the T-shirt and then crawling up the bed until he reached the same level as Hoseok, their lips finding their way together in an instant, soft and playful kiss accompanied by Jungkook’s big hands engulfing Hoseok’s high cheeks from either side.
“I really love you”
“I love you too”
“Please let me hug your stomach to sleep”
“No, I want you to cuddle me”
“I’ll cuddle your stomach. It’s part of you. Basically the same thing”
“You only love me for my stomach”
“That’s not true. Your ass is also exquisite”
A sharp slap was followed by loud giggles and then Jungkook was wrapping his arms around Hoseok, pulling him to his chest and they were falling asleep with ghosts of laughter still bouncing from wall to wall.