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It took a lot to distract Hoseok in the dance studio. Namjoon had once joked that the world could be ending and Hoseok would still be dancing.

And yet…

"Yah!" Hoseok startled from his trance, finding Seokjin glaring at him. "Namjoon stepped on my foot again!"

"Sorry, my mind was elsewhere."

"No shit."

Now usually there was nothing and nobody could shake him when he was in the zone, eyes hard and focused on each and every member's movements, pointing out any tiny detail that needed to be fixed or worked on. There was nothing that could pull his attention, not one single thing.

That is until Yoongi started wearing those sweatpants.

Actually, the sweatpants themselves weren't really the problem. Everyone had begun wearing them, loose and comfortable. Allowing for difficult movements to be made with relative ease. The sweatpants were actually a great idea. The problem really lay with the fact that Yoongi had decided not to wear underwear underneath them.

And Hoseok could see everything.

It had all started a few months ago when Namjoon, fucking Kim Namjoon, had been bragging about how comfortable he was in his new sweats. He'd had the members jealous of his comfort, and so he'd given everyone a link to buy their own.

The whole thing was his fault.

When the sweats had arrived, everyone had been gushing over how amazing they were. The material was soft, delicate against the skin, and moved fluidly with them. There wasn't any uncomfortable tugs or pulls with difficult steps. They were a dream for practice.

Out of all the members, however, Yoongi had liked the feel of the sweats best. And that's why he decided to forgo boxers when wearing them. It was all far too much.

Because while they were comfortable, they were rather unforgiving, and there was not a damn thing you could hide beneath them.

Jimin's ass, for example. And Taehyung's too. The sweatpants clung tightly, exposing the full shape of their behinds to the world. This problem admittedly occurred with Yoongi too, his ass also being quite round and pert, although the real issue was what was going on up front.

Yoongi's cock.

There it was in all its glory, unmistakable and undeniable. Swinging freely within its soft confines, shaking about as the choreography progressed to more difficult steps. It was completely able to wiggle around as much as it liked.

And his cock was huge.

Now Hoseok wouldn't say he was a size queen, per say. A cock is a cock and as long as its owner knows how to use it then size doesn't really matter at all. But Yoongi's, thrashing about as he danced, had Hoseok's mouth watering. It was throwing him off, a long and thick distraction everytime they practiced. He was terrified Yoongi would notice his staring.

Perhaps he silently thanked God that he wasn't loose and free in his own sweats, there's no way he'd be able to hide his half chub in these pants without underwear.

If this only happened in the dance room then Hoseok imagined his life would be just fine, he'd carry on as normal and possibly grow to ignore the elephant (or its trunk) in the room.

Unfortunately the distraction had followed him back home to the dorms too.

Now that Hoseok was aware of it, had seen how potentially big it was, he hadn't been able to stop looking.

In the morning over breakfast, Yoongi would shuffle in with messy bed hair and soft sleepy eyes, wearing nothing but some boxer shorts and an oversized shirt. He'd have to reach up to grab a mug from the cupboard, getting up onto his tippy toes, and there it would be. Resting menacingly on the countertop for a split second.

And then it would be gone, and Yoongi would be quirking a confused eyebrow at a gaping Hoseok.

Sometimes it would be after a long day of schedules, performing and doing interviews, or even just practice. Yoongi would be wearing those tight trousers, or his skinny jeans, and Hoseok would have his eyes zeroed in on the prominent bulge. He often wondered if that's why Yoongi wore such oversized shirts so often.

But the worst time was what Hoseok referred to as 'The towel incident.'

Hoseok was shuffling along the hall after a long day of practice, wanting nothing more than to shower and crawl into bed to sleep. His body ached, muscles sore from hours of dancing, and his eyes were barely staying open. He wasn't really paying much attention, too busy mid yawn to notice the bathroom door opening. He slammed hard into his bandmate, reaching out to grab anything to steady himself.

What he'd managed to grab was Yoongi's towel, whipping it clean off his waist as he fell to the floor. At first he didn't realize exactly what had happened, but then he looked up, just enough to see the tip of Yoongi's cock hanging there between his thighs, and in a blind panic he'd raised his hand to slap over his eyes, accidentally slapping Yoongi's cock along the way sending it swinging upwards. The soft tap of it hitting against Yoongi's thigh resonated within Hoseok and he kind of, sort of wanted to cry a little.

It was nothing short of humiliating really.

"Can I have my towel back?" was all Yoongi had said, watching the way Hoseok fumbled around the floor to find it and quickly shove it in his general direction. And then Yoongi was stepping around him, and the ordeal was over.

The incident was never mentioned again, but it haunted Hoseok's dreams.

That, and the things he imagined Yoongi could do to him.

After seeing it up close, millimetres from his face close, Hoseok had found himself dreaming of Yoongi in different erotic scenarios. It had become routine to wake up sweating and rock hard, having to bite down on his lip to quickly jerk himself to completion before Jimin woke up in the bed across from his own. Yoongi, and his apparently massive cock, were constantly on his mind.

Even his daydreams were full of it. Yoongi bending him over, Yoongi choking him with his cock, Yoongi, Yoongi’s cock, Yoongi. His mind was constantly on his bandmate.

It was taunting him like the monsters he dreamed were under his bed as a kid.

Except this monster was very real and very big and Hoseok really wanted to sit on it.

So yeah. Things were really not great. And Hoseok had to admit to himself that perhaps he was a little bit in love with what Yoongi was packing.

Maybe he was a little bit in love with Yoongi himself, he wasn't exactly subtle in his attraction to him. Never had been. Everyone just got real good at ignoring it. But that wasn't the problem here. It was the Loch Ness cock shimmying about in those fucking glorious but cursed sweats.

For a long while, months even, Hoseok had tried to gather the courage to confront Yoongi about it. Ask him to strap it to his thigh or something, maybe tuck it like the queen's on that show he watches sometimes. He tried to get Yoongi alone, to save them both from the torture of having the conversation in front of the boys. Finding time alone on a hectic schedule with seven other guys, however, proved incredibly and increasingly difficult.

Not to mention that Hoseok was unfortunately somewhat of a massive coward and he would change the subject quickly, refusing to make eye contact with Yoongi as he scurried away whenever they did actually find a moment.

All he could do was to suffer in a lustful silence, staring wistfully at the meat flapping about between Yoongi's legs as he danced.

But how to handle it? How to handle his obsession? Hoseok could continue to watch in what he thought was secret, letting his eyes linger a little longer than necessary on the beast batting against the front of Yoongi's sweats. Or he could try to ignore it altogether, a plan that had failed numerous times.

Or Hoseok could be a bitch about it.

He chose the latter.

It wasn't Yoongi's fault, and Hoseok knew that, but it didn't change the fact that it was throwing Hoseok off his game. Would it have killed Yoongi to put on some underwear? Did he not feel that thing swinging about like a sword in battle? He had to be at least a little aware of it. It drove Hoseok crazy. And so he took it out on poor Yoongi everytime they practiced.

"Your footing is off!" Hoseok yelled, frustration evident in his voice. "Again!"

Yoongi's footing wasn't really off, but Hoseok didn't know how else to deal with his incessant horniness.

It had been a long day for them all, and when Hoseok wasn't zoning out, he was snapping at everything.

"Hyung," Taehyung whined, sweating through his shirt. "We've been at it for hours now! Surely he has it down by now?"

"He's right, Seok." Namjoon agreed, walking over to grab a towel. "You're going to kill us all. Maybe we should call it a day? Get some rest and pick it back up tomorrow?"

Hoseok felt awful, seeing the exhaustion in his members. Poor Jungkook looked dead on his feet, and Seokjin looked ready to physically harm Hoseok. He sighed, shoulders slumping, and waved them off with his hand.

"Go. Rest. I think I'm going to stay back for a while."

A collective groan of relief filled the space as the members physically slumped, shuffling over to pack their bags up ready to go. Hoseok turned, and found himself catching Yoongi's gaze in the mirror.

"Except you." He mumbled, unsure exactly why. He just didn't want him to leave yet. "You need to stay."

"Okay, Seok-ah."

"Don't be too harsh with him." Seokjin scolded, herding the rest of the group toward the door. He patted Yoongi on the back, shooting Hoseok a glare. "He worked hard too."

And then suddenly they were gone, and Hoseok was still staring at Yoongi in the mirror.

The boy was staring back, arms crossed with a smirk across his lips. It was all so embarrassingly sexy.

"You should get into position." Hoseok swallowed roughly, forcing his gaze away. "I'll restart the track."

"We both know that's not why I'm here." Yoongi turned on his heel, heading for the door. For a hot second Hoseok was convinced he was leaving, until the clicking of the lock hit his ears. Yoongi turned to face him again, taking slow steps closer until Hoseok was backing up against the mirror. "Are you going to tell me what this is really about? Or are you going to keep pretending?"

"I don't know what you're talking about…"

"Is that so?" Yoongi stopped walking and raised an eyebrow, bringing his hands up to adjust his sweats. Hoseok's eyes immediately dropped to track the movement, watching the way the outline of Yoongi's cock pressed against the light grey fabric. "Eyes up here, Seokie."

"You're so big." The words didn't even register in his mind until he'd said them, making him splutter and cover his mouth.

"Yeah? And how would you know that?" Hoseok shook his head, and Yoongi laughed. "It's because you've been watching, haven't you? You're always staring. Do you really think I didn't notice?"

"Hyung…"

"Because my eyes are always on you too. I'm always watching you. And you aren't subtle at all." Yoongi stepped closer still, reaching out to take Hoseok's wrist. "So I'll ask again. Tell me what you want. Why did you make me stay here with you?"

"P-practice?" Hoseok tried, but it sounded like a lie, and a little bit pathetic, even to his own ears.

"Practice." Yoongi hummed, pressing Hoseok's palm against his chest and dragging it slowly lower. "Do you want to try again? You don't sound so convinced."

Eyes trained on his hand, Hoseok couldn't even think of a response as he felt Yoongi's chest and stomach under his fingers. God, he was hard under there. His height made him look so deceptively small but under his touch, hand pressed firm, he could feel that Yoongi had been working out. He was so strong, body tight. Hoseok swallowed, his throat dry..

Yoongi continued to guide him lower, fingertips catching on the waistband of those sweats and running over the fabric until…

"Fuck." It felt so much bigger than it looked somehow, and Hoseok couldn't stop himself wrapping his hand around Yoongi's cock, but then his wrist was pulled up and pinned above his head against the mirror, making him whine weakly. "Please…"

"Please what?" Yoongi was closer still, leaning in to brush his lips against Hoseok's ear. "Tell me the truth, Seok-ah."

"I want it." Hoseok gasped, feeling teeth bite gently down in his earlobe. "I want you. Please."

"Since you asked so nicely."

A gasp escaped Hoseok as Yoongi kissed him, reaching for his other wrist to pin him in place. Yoongi kissed hard, like he was trying to drag the very breath from Hoseok's lungs, and it was working. Hoseok arched against the smaller man, tugging at the grip on his wrists but unable to move. And Yoongi was everywhere, pressed against his body as his tongue slipped past parted lips to brush against Hoseok's own.

"Shit." Yoongi huffed out as he pulled his mouth away to drag over Hoseok's jaw. Hoseok’s breath came out harsh, ragged, and trying to get his breath back as teeth nipped at his skin seemed impossible. It felt like he was drowning, Yoongi pulling him under, and he couldn't fight it. Didn’t want to. "You should have just told me, can't believe you made me wait."

"I wasn't the only one." Hoseok countered, struggling against the hold on his arms. "It's not like you said anything."

"Wanted to see how long it would take you. Wanted to see you cave." Yoongi sounded almost amused, like he was winning a game Hoseok didn’t even realize they were playing. “It took so fucking long, Seok. You made me wait so long. Are you going to keep making me wait?”

“No,” Hoseok struggled again, but Yoongi’s hands only tightened their hold on him. “Please, fuck me. Need it, need you.”

“You’re desperate for it, aren't you? When was the last time you had a cock like mine? When was the last time someone split you open like I’m going to?”

“Never.” It came out as a whine, high and broken, but it wasn’t a lie. He had a feeling that nobody could fuck him quite like yoongi could. Yoongi laughed darkly. “Please…”

“Not yet.” Hoseok practically sobbed as Yoongi denied him, tilting his chin back as the older boy nosed up the column of his throat. “You kept me waiting, now it’s your turn.”

Lips pressed firm to Hoseok’s, making him arch, and then suddenly they were gone and the grip on his wrists disappeared. Hoseok blinked his eyes open, finding Yoongi walking away from him.

“Where are you going?” He couldn’t even find it in himself to be embarrassed by how fucked out he sounded, even though Yoongi hadn’t even touched him properly yet. Yoongi didn’t answer, instead walking over to his bag to pack up his stuff, “Hyung?”

“Home. You should too.” Hoseok didn't even have to see his face to know he was smirking. “You need some rest.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Hoseok huffed, stomping over and pulling the bag from Yoongi’s hands, “Don’t you fucking dare walk out that door.”

"Why shouldn't I?" Yoongi didn't even look at him, instead reaching over to grab his jacket from a chair.

"Because-" Hoseok paused. He didn't even know how to answer that without giving away just how badly he wanted it, wanted Yoongi. "Because we- because…"

"Are you going to make it worth my while?"

"What?"

"Are you going to make it worth my while?" Yoongi was crowding into his space again, making Hoseok feel gloriously trapped despite the large space around them. "Will you give me a reason to stay?"

The look in Yoongi's eyes was hard, amused. Daring. Hoseok swallowed, staring back unblinkingly, and then his body was moving on its own. He dropped to his knees, reaching up with shaking hands to push Yoongi's shirt up a little. His skin was soft beneath Hoseok's fingers, pale and tempting. He leaned in, pressing kisses along the waistline of his joggers, dipping his tongue out just to taste.

"Shit." Yoongi's fingers found their way into Hoseok's hair, petting it softly in the way he knew Hoseok liked. "I wasn't serious, Seok-ah. You don't have to."

"I want to."

Fingers curled into Yoongi's waistband, and he closed his eyes as Hoseok dragged them down slowly. He heard Hoseok react before they were even fully down, a sharp intake of breath that was exhaled harshly against him as he sprung free from his underwear.

"Holy fuck, hyung."

"You just going to look at it?" Yoongi tried to tease, but the tone of his voice gave him away entirely. "Or are you actually going to do something?"

"I want-" Hoseok dared a hand out, wrapping around Yoongi's shaft with careful fingers. Yoongi sighs above him, and Hoseok looked up to meet his eyes as he began stroking him slowly. "Can I taste you, hyung? Will you let me?"

"You can do whatever you want to me, Hobi. I can't deny you anything."

There was something about the sincerity in those words that had Hoseok flushing, smiling small as he shuffled closer. Yoongi really was big, thick too. He wasn't even fully hard yet. He could feel Yoongi's eyes on him as he licked his lips, wetting them before pressing a wet kiss to Yoongi's tip.

A sigh, shuddering and soft, fell from Yoongi's parted lips as he stepped back just to brace himself against the table behind him. Hoseok followed on his knees, raising his other hand to wrap them both around his hyung's shaft. He felt heavy in Hoseok's palms, and the way his tip shined wet in the light had Hoseok leaning right back in again.

His tongue slipped out to taste, and he licked once, twice, before taking the head in his mouth. Yoongi's hand slipped down, thumb stroking Hoseok's jaw gently, as he watched the younger boy. Hoseok looked so pretty, he always looked pretty really, but to see him on his knees like this was something else entirely. The way his eyes fluttered closed as he worked his tongue, those delicate hands twisting on his shaft, eyelashes dark against his gorgeous skin.

He was fucking stunning.

"Seok-ah." Yoongi breathed, hand tracing up to rake his fingers gently over Hoseok's scalp. "How does hyung taste? Talk to me, beautiful."

"S'good." Hoseok groaned as he pulled back, pumping his fists up and down as he blinked up at Yoongi. His eyes glittered, wet with unshed tears. Stunning. "Gonna take more."

"You don't...you don't need to do that."

"I want to. Wanna try."

And with that Hoseok took a hand away, moving it to cup Yoongi's balls as he sunk back down again. It took everything Yoongi had not to thrust into the heat of Hoseok's mouth, so wet and tight as he hollowed his cheeks. For a short few moments he bobbed shallowly, getting just barely past the tip as if psyching himself up, and then suddenly he was pushing lower and Yoongi was moaning out loud.

"Shit..fuck, Seokie."

The fingers in Hoseok's hair tightened, and Yoongi's other hand gripped the table behind him so tightly that his knuckles turned white. And Hoseok just kept going, slow and steady until Yoongi could feel the soft palate at the back of Hoseok's throat and he could see Hoseok's lips pressed against his fist. The boy was breathing heavily, in and out through his nose. He inched forward a little more,lifting a finger from Yoongi's shaft to accommodate himself, and fuck.

That was Hoseok's throat contracting around him like a vice.

Too good to be true.

But it was true, and it was happening, and he had Hoseok exactly where he'd wanted him for so fucking long.

With a harsh breath, Hoseok pulled back and off as his chest heaved. He looked up at Yoongi again, tears rolling down his flushed cheeks as he smirked. A line of saliva clung from his lip to Yoongi's cock and he looked so fucking smug in himself.

"Is it good, Yoongi hyung?"

Yoongi didn't answer, instead pulling Hoseok back toward his cock. Hoseok laughed, warm breath fanning over his head making Yoongi grunt.

"Stop being such a fucking tease or you won't get what you want."

Another laugh and Hoseok was taking him back in his mouth, tonguing languidly at the head as he looked up at Yoongi with such big eyes. He looked innocent, a complete shock to the system considering he was sucking on Yoongi's cock like it was a god damn lollipop.

The coil in Yoongi's stomach tightened, and he dragged Hoseok back by his hair, making the younger boy whine and pout.

The way he looked, so sweet but so debauched, Yoongi couldn't help leaning in to kiss him softly.

"You're such a good boy for me, Seok. I think you've earned a reward."

One more kiss, and Yoongi was stepping away from the boy on his knees. Hoseok pouted again, lips swollen and red and spit slick. Yoongi just chuckled softly as he reached for his bag.

"Don't be such a baby. You'll get what you want."

At some point Yoongi had decided this was going to happen, whether he had to initiate it or not. He'd felt Hoseok's stare on him, caught him looking wistfully his way. It was inevitable. So Yoongi had prepared for it, packing a bottle of lube and a condom into the inside pocket of his backpack. He'd also packed some away at the dorms, keeping himself prepared for any and all situations that might occur. He quietly thanked himself for his foresight as he turned back around to find Hoseok still on his knees.

"Baby." He said softly, amused. "As much as I love the way your ass looks in those sweats, they're in the way."

The pout had disappeared behind a grin, and Hoseok was quickly getting to his feet to drag his sweats and underwear down his legs. He stumbled as he kicked at his shoes to get them off, making Yoongi dive forward to catch him.

"Let me help."

Yoongi was the one dropping to his knees this time, running his hands up from Hoseok's shins to the very top of his thighs. He pressed his thumbs into the dips beside Hoseok's cock, before dragging his hands around to Hoseok's ass to grasp it firmly in his palms. The descent of his hands was almost painfully slow, running in a featherlight touch right back down to his ankles. Hoseok was whining, but didn't dare say anything as Yoongi gently pulled off his shoes, followed by his sweats and underwear.

"Look at you." Yoongi whispered as he got to his feet again, tugging Hoseok's shirt up as he did so. Hoseok lifted his arms, letting Yoongi pull it up and off. "You're so perfect. My perfect Hoseokie."

"Hyungie…"

"Don't worry. I won't make you wait. Get on your knees, my baby. Face the mirror."

Hoseok moved to get into the position he was asked, turning his head to look back over his shoulder. Yoongi smiled down at him, dragging off his own shirt and...oh. He really had been working out. His body though small was tight, stomach and chest firm, arms stronger. Hoseok could feel himself salivating at the sight, bringing a hand up to wipe at his own wet lips.

"See something you like?"

"I see everything I like. Want you. Please."

Dropping his sweats and kicking them off, albeit more steadily and gracefully than Hoseok had, Yoongi dropped down to kneel behind Hoseok, pressed a soft kiss just below his ear and then pushed gently on his back until Hoseok's chest was practically pressed to the cool studio floor. He shivered at the sensation, glancing back behind him as he felt those hands tracing gently over his skin.

"Spread those legs a little for me, pretty boy. Let me see you."

Spreading his knees a little wider, Hoseok couldn't help grinning at the huff of breath Yoongi let out behind him. The hands on his ass moved, one finger tracing from the base of his spine down between his cheeks, the other holding him open. Then the hand tracing down shifted to run over his balls and up toward his center. Frustratingly, Yoongi didn't touch him where he needed it and Hoseok didn't hold back his groan of protest.

"Hush, Seok. I'll give you exactly what you want. But you have to do something for me"

"Choking on your cock wasn't enough?" Hoseok spat, but without malice. Yoongi laughed breathily, leaning down to nip lightly at one of Hoseok's ass cheeks.

"As I was saying." He continued, running his tongue over where he'd just bitten. "I'll give you what you want, but you have to watch. Keep your eyes on me, sunshine."

A shiver ran through Hoseok, and suddenly he felt hot all over. The way Yoongi looked at him, eyes dark as they met his own, had flashes of fever pulsing through his veins. He closed his eyes, took a breath, and opened them to give Yoongi a look, daring him to do it.

And Yoongi did not disappoint.

Eyes remaining locked onto Hoseok’s own through the mirror, he leaned in to lick a stripe right across Hoseok’s centre Hoseok keened, desperate to drop his head and bury his face in his arm, but focusing everything he had on staring at the man licking and sucking at his rim. And Yoongi did it with fervour, like Hoseok was the greatest thing he’d ever had on that devious tongue. He dragged his tongue up and over, pulling across to run it over the globes of Hoseok’s ass, before diving right back in.

That tongue was nothing short of sinful, flicking in short little licks before flattening and pressing in hard and broad strokes. He’d stiffen it, pressing against Hoseok’s hole and trying to wiggle inside, before pulling back to suck hard against it. Hoseok was whimpering, gasping, desperate to feel Yoongi working his way inside of him.

But he kept focused, watched as Yoongi’s own eyes closed as he practically made out with his centre.

“Please…” Hoseok pushed back against Yoongi’s face, aching for more, for something better. Something deeper. Yoongi didn’t make him beg, bringing one of his hands over to press the pad of his thumb where Hoseok desperately needed it. He continued to run his tongue around where his thumb pressed hard and harder until the tip slipped inside and Hoseok cried out. Finally, finally, he was getting somewhere, getting what he’d been dreaming about for weeks.
The thumb pressed deeper, and Yoongi raised up to drop a glob of spit down onto it. Hoseok should be grossed out, would be grossed out, if he wasn’t too lost in it to care.

“You taste divine, angel. Could do this all day.” Yoongi mused, nosing along Hoseok’s cheek. Hoseok could only huff, shoving back again only to have Yoongi swat at his ass.

“Behave yourself. You know I can’t give you what you need without doing this shit right. You’re so tight, baby. Don’t want to hurt my pretty boy.”

Hoseok nodded, albeit still pouting those pretty perfect lips. He watched Yoongi reach behind him, still stroking his thumb over Hoseok’s hole, and pick up a bottle. That made Hoseok smile, the click of the bottle opening filling him with sweet relief. He watched Yoongi hold it up, drizzling it down onto his crack before using his other hand to spread it down until Hoseok felt it slipping down over his balls and thighs. Hoseok was sure Yoongi must have used the whole bottle, but he didn’t say a word, instead staying quiet and patient until Yoongi was holding him open with one hand again, and pushing a finger into him agonizingly slow.

“Fuck…”

“Yeah.” Yoongi said, voice low. The finger twisted and curled inside of him, pushing and pulling as Yoongi fucked him with it, keeping his eyes fixed on Hoseok’s in the mirror. Part of Hoseok wished he could see, wished he could watch Yoongi working him open, but all cohesive thought escaped him when a second finger was pushing right in alongside the first.

There was no time to adjust, not that Hoseok needed it. It was like Yoongi was giving him exactly what he needed without hoseok even having to ask, The fingers fucking him open scissored apart, twisting and curling down to press right against Hoseok’s prostate. The sound that fell from Hoseok was fucking obscene, a filthy moan of Yoongi’s name echoing around the studio. Yoongi laughed, a low rumble in his chest, and pressed against it again.

“Gonna make you come, angel. Gonna have you come on my fingers then I’ll make you come again on my cock.”

The fingers pulled back and out, and then there were three.

Immediately they were on his prostate, pushing down and massaging as Hoseok’s legs shook. They slipped open a little wider, his moans started getting a little louder, his back arched a little deeper.

“Baby’s getting a little too loud.” Yoongi chuckled, blindly patting around until he managed to grab what was apparently Hoseok's underwear. He leaned over, fingers still buried in Hoseok’s tight little ass, and pushed them against Hoseok’s mouth. Hoseok opened up, letting Yoongi stuff the makeshift gag between his teeth, and then Yoongi was shifting back behind him again. “Good boy.”

He let his head drop down for a second, and he could see his cock heavy and hanging, a line of precum leaking from the tip right down to the floor. God, he was close. His stomach felt tight with it, like a spring tightening and tightening ready to snap. Yoongi’s fingers pulled back, fucked in hard, and Hoseok was coming.

“That’s it, angel.” Yoongi leaned down over Hoseok’s back, pressing soft kisses to the centre of Hoseok’s back as his fingers pulled gently out. Hoseok didn’t expect it when they were pushing right back in again, except now three had become four. “You need it, baby. Don’t want to hurt you, never want to hurt you.”

Now Hoseok had been fucked before, he’d been opened up before, but he’d never taken four fingers. And Yoongi’s fingers were long, getting deeper than anyone else ever had. It had Hoseok gasping for air around the material in his mouth, had him reaching back to hold himself open a little wider. Yoongi took his time with it, scissoring and twisting until he deemed Hoseok ready. He pulled them out a final time, reaching behind him again as hoseok pushed himself back up on wobbly limbs. He managed to turn, planting himself on his ass and spitting out the underwear, to watch Yoongi rip open a condom with his teeth.

“Do we need that?” He asked, tilting his head adorably as Yoongi froze, condom wrapper still between his teeth. “I mean, when was the last time you got laid?”

“Are you asking if I’m clean?” Yoongi mumbled, and Hoseok rolled his eyes and reached over to take the wrapper from Yoongi’s mouth. “It’s been a while. Over a year at least.”

“Have you been tested since?”

“Of course, I’m not stupid.”

“Good. I have too, so this…” Hoseok took the condom Yoongi was holding limply and threw it over his shoulder, smirking at his hyung. “isn’t needed.”

“Hoseok…”

“Do you want to fuck me bare, hyung?” Hoseok crawled forward, stopping with his face less than an inch away from Yoongi’s. “Do you want to feel me like that?”

Well if the way Yoongi was crashing their lips together, tongue tracing the seam of Hoseok’s mouth, was anything to go by, Yoongi was really down to have Hoseok that way.

Hands pulled at Hoseok, dragging him along until Yoongi was laying on the floor with Hoseok pressed against him, over him. Hoseok could feel his cock sticky between their bodies, and could feel Yoongi hard against him. He was so big, Hoseok wasn’t even sure he’d fit. Yoongi’s hips rutted up, his cock sliding along Hoseok’s own, and Hoseok knew he was going to get hard again and fast.

“I want you to ride me. Can you do that baby?”

“Yeah. Yeah I want to.”

Yoongi’s hand fumbled beside them until he was holding the bottle of lube, and he watched as Hoseok pushed himself to stand. He slicked himself up quick, and Hoseok started to lower himself down when…

“Wait!” Yoongi held out a hand, and Hoseok paused. “Turn around. Want you to see it when I get inside of you.”

And yeah, that was hot as fuck.

“Okay.”

Hoseok turned, and he couldn’t help taking a second to stare at himself in the mirror. His skin was flushed a soft pink, a sheen of sweat glistening under the lights. His hair was matted against his forehead and his cock was half hard again. His eyes drifted downward, and he could see Yoongi between his parted legs, holding his cock to attention. It was almost daunting, the size and girth of it, but Hoseok had never wanted something inside of him so badly before. He bent his knees, lowered himself down, and Yoongi pressed a hand to his ass.

“Take your time. You need to be careful, baby.”

Hoseok nodded, closed his eyes, and lowered further until he felt the head of Yoongi’s cock pressing against his rim. He breathed in, out, back in and held it, and suddenly the head was pushing in.

“Oh my...fuck.”

“You okay, Seok? You’re doing so good.”

Now Hoseok looked in the mirror, eyes hyper focused on where Yoongi was splitting him open. It burned, his body taking time to adjust to Yoongi’s size, but he kept going, biting down on his lip as Yoongi slipped inside him inch by inch. It took longer than Hoseok was used to, the overstimulation making him quiver all over, Yoongi’s hands holding him up to help with his descent. And he just kept getting deeper, so impossibly deep that Hoseok found it hard to keep breathing steadily.

But finally Hoseok’s ass reached Yoongi’s hips, and he sat with his hyung fully inside of him.

“Just breathe.” Yoongi whispered, fingers tracing patterns on Hoseok’s skin. Hoseok nodded, bringing his hands behind him to rest against Yoongi’s chest. He gave himself a minute, and then without warning lifted his hips up and dropped back down. They moaned in tandem, Yoongi’s fingers gripping so hard to Hoseok’s hips that he’ll no doubt leave bruises on Hoseok’s skin. Hoseok couldn’t even pay any mind to it, losing himself completely in the way Yoongi filled him so good, the way his cock pressed against Hoseok’s prostate with every wet slide. It felt incredible, his cock hardening so soon after he’d come.

Yoongi was faring no better, eyes shut tight as he relished in the tight wet heat of the boy above him. Hoseok was a fucking dream, and the sounds he made above him were so damn pretty. He whimpered, whined, grunted and gasped. His moans were broken, breathy.

Maybe Yoongi was completely in love with this boy.

When it became obvious that Hoseok couldn’t lift himself anymore, Yoongi took over and fucked up into him. That’s when Hoseok’s moans weren’t broken anymore, they were loud, drawn out. High pitched and almost screams. Yoongi wasn’t even worried about someone overhearing them anymore, he was just so fucking enamoured by the younger man bouncing in his lap.

Soon Yoongi’s arms ached and he let go of Hoseok, pushing himself up onto his elbows and pushing Hoseok off his lap. He maneuvered him, shoving and pulling until Hoseok was back on his knees, hole gaping as he spread his legs wide. He looked so tempting, spread open on the floor of the studio just waiting to be filled.

So Yoongi did just that.

He crowded behind the younger man, leaning over his back as he pushed back in. And somehow, some impossible way, this position got Yoongi even deeper. Hoseok opened his mouth in a silent scream, fingers clawing at the floor beneath him as Yoongi fucked into him hard. His cheek stuck and pulled, face sweating, and drool spilled from his parted lips. He could hear Yoongi telling him to breathe, could feel him slowing his pace. And no! No, he didn’t want that. He reached back desperately, finding Yoongi’s hand, and whimpered.

“Harder, hyungie.”

Yoongi’s hand moved from his grasp to grip Hoseok’s wrist, his other hand reaching out to grab the other one, and Hoseok was pulled up. He couldn’t do anything but let Yoongi use him, let Yoongi push and pull him back onto his massive cock. Hoseok screamed, tears streaming down his cheeks, but he’d never felt so good, never felt so stuffed full, and he was so close to coming again. He lifted his head and found Yoongi staring at him intently, eyes dark and eyebrows furrowed as he brought Hoseok back again and again. Yoongi’s lip was caught between his teeth, his muscles clenched, and Hoseok knew he was close too.

The grip on Hoseok’s wrists got tighter and Yoongi pulled almost all the way out. He shifted, spreading his thighs wider, and slammed back in. Hoseok wailed, his prostate being slammed dead on. He didn’t even realize he was coming. His whole body burned, lit up like a fire, but felt absolutely electric, incredible. He found some strength within him, and fucked himself back to meet Yoongi’s thrusts, silently pleading with his eyes for Yoongi to fill him up.

Hoseok clenched around Yoongi’s cock, and it was all over. With a shout of Hoseok’s name, loud and high, Yoongi stilled inside of him, dropping Hoseok’s wrists to hold his hips instead. He collapsed forward, breathing heavily into Hoseok’s shoulder as he weakly pressed kisses to the sweat soaked skin.

“You’re so perfect, Seok.” He mumbled, his heart racing in his chest. The confession was on the tip of his tongue, a weight he needed to drop. “I love you. My baby, my gorgeous boy.”

Slowly he pulled out, wincing from the overstimulation, and sat back kicking his legs out in front of him and spreading them open. Hoseok did the same, back pressing against Yoongi’s chest as he tried to steady himself.

For a while they fell silent, the quiet sounds of their breathing being the only thing they could hear. And then Hoseok was whispering, quiet secrets in the still of the room as if someone might overhear them.

“I think I’ve loved you since the night you brought me the chicken.” He confessed, arms covering Yoongi’s wrapped around his waist. “You came and stayed with me when you could have gone home instead. I think I knew then but didn’t want to admit it.”

A hand cupped his chin and his head was turned, lips pressing gently to his own. He smiled into it, cried a little despite himself, and nuzzled against Yoongi’s nose.

“I’m sorry I’ve been so mean to you, hyung. You had the steps perfect.”

Yoongi laughed, loud and wet.

“Come on, baby. The guys will be wondering where we are.”