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The water licked languidly at Hoseok’s body as he bobbed in the water, watching as Yoongi picked his way about the wet shore. It was quiet but for the hushed rush of waves. The sun was sinking into the ocean, throwing shades of pink and orange across the sky in its descent. They couldn’t stay for long; they had been given stern orders from the staff to sleep at a reasonable time lest the members show up to tomorrow’s shoot bleary and puffy-eyed. But while watching the sunset dance across Yoongi’s skin as he plucked little bits of rocks and shells from the sand, Hoseok couldn’t find it in himself to care. He may not look it, but Yoongi had the curiosity and mischievous nature of a child—when his exhaustion wasn’t bone deep and consuming, that is. He’d cornered Hoseok once they’d been set free after filming. He’d curled his body towards Hoseok’s own—elbows gently bumping, knees brushing, shoulders touching—like there were magnets under his skin pulling him into Hoseok’s space. He spoke in a deep murmur, breath fanning Hoseok’s bottom lip they were so close, heads ducked together as Yoongi suggested they go off, alone, to further explore the beach. It had taken some stealth on their part to swipe the manager’s keys to the rental van and Hoseok had been the one to drive. So here they were, away from the prying eyes of the camera and crew.
Hoseok’s entire body thrummed with nervous energy from being only a mere few feet from Yoongi, alone and utterly relaxed. Lately, with the new album’s release date looming so close, the cameras had seemed to follow them everywhere except the studio. Finally the cameras were off and away and the members were able to breathe a little easier. Even now, it was hard not to go stiff and awkward while recording. They were still humble trainees at heart.
“Hyung!” Hoseok called, cupping his hands around his mouth. Yoongi’s head snapped up, his eyebrows raised in question.
“Come get in the water,” Hoseok grinned, swishing his limbs around for emphasis. Yoongi glanced back down at the shore, considering, then clutched his findings to his chest and hurried to meet Hoseok in the Saipan saltwater. Hoseok swallowed the ball of affection that rose in the back of his throat for fear that he would do something stupid—like kiss the other male. Yoongi stopped short when the water began to creep past his knees, still holding onto those shells for dear life, looking every bit of awkward. Hoseok barked out a laugh.
“Hyung! Come on! Why are you just standing there?”
Yoongi puckered his mouth, petulant.
“I can’t go any further! I’ll lose my stuff!”
Hoseok’s cheeks hurt with how hard he was grinning, fond exasperation making his heart feel full and like it might burst.
“Just set them down on the sand.”
Yoongi’s angry pout intensified. “Yah! Someone will take them!”
“We’re the only ones here, hyung.” Hoseok patiently pointed out. The older brunette huffed, finally set aside the seashells and waded towards Hoseok.
“If they wash away or get stolen you’re buying me something cool from the gift shop before we leave,” he muttered sourly once he was close.
“Deal,” Hoseok chimed.
“And you have get something for my parents.”
His chest tightened out of guilt. So the shells were souvenirs for his family.
“My mom has never been to Saipan. She wanted me to bring her a memento.” Yoongi’s voice was soft and sentimental as he spoke about his parents.
“Hyung,” Hoseok breathed, the words tumbling out of his mouth uninhibited, “I Like you.”
Hoseok’s words must not have sunken in at first because for a moment Yoongi’s expression stayed the same. But suddenly he looked overwhelmingly fond. The older boy paddled closer and tucked his head under Hoseok’s chin, breath tickling the dancer’s neck. Hoseok swallowed thickly, pulse going wild with Yoongi so close and in his space.
“Do you mean it?” Yoongi murmurs against his skin, so quiet Hoseok almost didn’t hear it.
“Yes.”
“You know this isn’t allowed right?”
“This?”
“Us.”
“...Yes.”
“Good. Now kiss me.”
And, God, did Hoseok kiss him. He kissed him hard and slow. Long, fast. He kissed him chaste. He kissed him filthy, with tongue. He kissed him breathless. He kissed him as they staggered out of the water, as they tripped across the sand and toppled into the back of the rental van. He kissed him against the soft leather of the seats, sticky with humidity, drenched in salt and sea.
“Hoseokie,” Yoongi gasped, arching impressively. “Please.”
So Hoseok gave him what he wanted. Entered him poorly slicked with spit. Couldn’t look away as Yoongi gritted his teeth and whined. But he never told Hobi to stop, never stopped writhing on his cock, never stopped pressing his ass back until Hoseok was engulfed to the hilt in that tight, scorching heat.
“Y’okay hyung?” Hoseok barely remembered to ask, mind already hazy with pleasure. Yoongi answered with a slow nod, breathing carefully from his mouth. Hoseok carefully pulled out halfway, the head of his dick catching slightly on Yoongi’s rim. Yoongi threaded their fingers together and nudged him with a heel on his back.
“Move.”
The dancer rolled and rocked his hips, the frantic pace from earlier now a slow burn. Yoongi gasped and cried out every time Hoseok slid home, hands gripping the younger’s back and thighs trembling from where they were locked around Hoseok’s waist. He spread his knees wider, grounding himself and digging into the leather beneath him. The angle changed and Yoongi tossed his head back, entire body jerking as Hoseok nailed his prostate with precision.
Yoongi’s ass tightened involuntarily and Hoseok groaned, long and low, then thrust forward once, hard. Now the pace was building.
Hoseok took hold of Yoongi’s thighs, gripping hard enough to bruise, and hiked them over his shoulders so that the brunette was bent nearly in half. He began bouncing Yoongi down on his dick, pulling near screams from the member, van rocking with the force of their fucking. Hoseok was close, and judging by the intensity of Yoongi’s wails, he was too. Growling, the younger rapper spread Yoongi’s legs apart and shoved in harder—deeper—and Yoongi screamed again.
“Hobi—!”
“Hyung,” Hoseok groaned, the sound of his thighs slapping Yoongi’s ass becoming more fervent in pitch and rhythm.
“I’ll come!” Yoongi mewled, “I’ll come, Hoseokie. I’ll—“
But he didn’t slow down, he continued to fuck Yoongi with a single mindedness and when the paler boy finally came, he still didn’t stop or lessen the pace. He didn’t stop until he came long and hard inside Yoongi, cum spilling out of Yoongi’s ass and around his own cock.
They lay there for a while, gasping and soaked in sweat. Hoseok grabbed Yoongi’s hand and brought the slender fingers to his mouth for a kiss when suddenly the older member flailed, hitting him square in the face.
“My shells!” Yoongi yelped, wriggling back into his clothes and scurrying back to the shore.
“Hyung!” Hoseok shouts after him, laughter edging into his voice.
“I’ll buy some for you at the gift shop!”