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"Come again?"
Jungkook stares at Yoongi as if he's lost his mind while the older man simply sips his coffee, staring out onto the streets unbothered.
"You heard me right. Don't act stupid." Yoongi frowns as he turns his head back, one eyebrow quirking up.
Jungkook can't help but chuckle.
"Excuse me when I'm surprised that the person who judged me and Seokjin hyung hard for liking scat play has suddenly seen the light when it comes to piss."
Yoongi shrugs. Avoiding Jungkook's gaze makes this easier. The cars outside are much more interesting anyway. "People are allowed to change their mind. I don't get what the big deal is."
The younger man holds his hands up in defense. "It's cool, man. I mean, I get it. I really do." There's a knowing smirk on Jungkook's face and Yoongi shivers. He's super open about BDSM but he still can't imagine little Kookie doing it. It just feels wrong.
They drink in silence for a few minutes, Jungkook eagerly typing away on his phone. The anticipation is killing Yoongi.
"So, can you help me or not?" Yoongi's voice is impatient, like he wants to get the topic over with so that they can go back to talking about music.
"If with 'help' you mean whether I know a dom you could do it with, yes. I can help you. Played with him a few times. You two would be perfect together."
Another shiver.
"Lovely." Yoongi says before finally changing the topic.
Namjoon insists on accompanying him to negotiations.
"I'm not a kid anymore, Joonie." he sighs as they step out of the car, staring up at the apartment complex in front of them. He has seen prettier areas.
No, he won't judge a book by its cover.
If Jungkook says this guy is to be trusted, he believes him.
"I know you're not but neither of us know that guy and even though you have recommendations from Kookie, Jin and Tae, doesn't mean that he isn't an arsehole. Those three play with some weird people."
Yoongi sighs.
Agreed.
Turns out, Hoseok isn't weird.
When he opens the door, his smile is wide and friendly, like literal sunshine as he lets them step in. The flat is small but clean, comfy, homey. Much unlike Yoongi's own. Considering how bubbly and excitable he is, it's hard to imagine him as a hard dom.
JK has a weird taste.
Ten minutes later, all of them sit around the coffee table in the living room, warm cup of tea in their hands. Yoongi is actually snuggled up into a fluffy blanket and Hoseok cooes at him softly.
They learn that Hoseok is a dancer, teaches dance in his own little studio right around the corner and works professionally with one of the big idol agencies. It doesn't sound like he needs to live in a place like this but Hoseok just shrugs. "This feels like home." he smiles, sipping softly.
Okay, maybe he's a little weird.
But then again, who isn't?
Hoseok clears his throat after a moment. His eyebrow is raised and he looks confused. "Are you two together? Jungkookie only told me about one person."
It takes a moment for the words to sink in. Eventually, Namjoon laughs so loud he almost falls from the sofa. Yoongi's gaze is icy.
"Hell no." they both say simultaneously and Hoseok snickers.
"I have a boyfriend." Namjoon says softly, shaking his head. "We're just best friends and we've known each other for ages. Got into the scene together. We're just protective of one another."
Hoseok nods, his eyes moving over the both of them. They stay silent for a moment.
"So, who would I be playing with?"
Yoongi clears his throat.
"That would be me."
He doesn't miss the way Hoseok's eyes light up at that.
"Do you have something specific in mind?"
Yoongi nods, feeling his cheeks light up. This shouldn't be weird. He is no newby. And he trusts Namjoon with his life. He doesn't know why he feels so ashamed about this.
It almost makes him hard right there and then.
"I'd be interested in doing watersports."
Hoseok grins into his mug. "Jungkookie mentioned something like that. You new to it?"
Yoongi nods again. Feels so much easier than talking. Hoseok takes the lead effortlessly and Yoongi knows he's in good hands.
Two hours later, they step back into the cold winter air.
"That went... amazingly well." Namjoon says as they slip back into the car, the sun already setting at the horizon. They pull out onto the street, soft music playing in the background.
He cannot wait to drop Namjoon off and get home.
The fact that he needs to jerk off right now just to the thought of this makes him wonder why the hell he waited so long.
It happens on a Saturday.
They decided to meet a couple of times at their local dungeon, just to see each other in action.
Yoongi wanted to slap himself for ever thinking Hoseok was anything but a dom.
Seeing him work had made the wait a thousand times harder.
When the day is finally there, Yoongi can't really keep still.
He spends all day cleaning, washing, scrubbing the floor. Doing something with his hands had always calmed him, had distracted him from the wild thoughts running through his head.
No fucking wonder he's a service submissive.
His hands are almost raw when it's finally time to get himself ready, fingers tapping his knee, music playing in the back.
He feels like a fucking teenager.
The ring of the doorbell makes him finally breathe again.
Yoongi doesn't want to seem eager, doesn't want to seem like he's desperate for it (even though he so fucking is) but Hoseok's bright smile tells him that the other man probably knows.
"Hey." Yoongi mumbles.
Hoseok pulls him into a hug, holds him for several long moments before coming inside, setting his bag down.
It's fairly small, what they negotiated was nothing that needed lots of equipment but it's always better to feel safe than sorry. Both of them knew that scenes sometimes didn't turn out the way they were planned. That was the beauty of it, after all.
"You okay?"
Yoongi looks up at him in confusion.
"Yeah, of course."
Hoseok keeps looking at him. "You seem on edge."
Yoongi can't help but laugh. "That's because I am on edge. Always am before a scene. I need the scene to calm me, to take me down. This isn't unusual. Don't worry."
Softly nodding, the other man moved to the living room to set up. Yoongi is so glad he's not pushy.
Usually, Yoongi is nervous with new play partners. He's had horrible experiences in the past, so bad that Namjoon normally insists on sitting in at first.
But Hoseok has something about himself, something so unbelievably kind and trustworthy that he'd convinced both Namjoon and Yoongi in the first ten minutes of meeting.
Leaving Hoseok to himself, Yoongi slips into the kitchen.
They are going to be there for a while, the scene they planned is kind of elaborate. Yoongi has done far more intense stuff but he likes long scenes, likes the calmness that subspace gives him. He likes the repetitiveness and you rarely get that when you play for only an hour. He had to learn the hard way.
Hoseok appears in the door frame fifteen minutes, bright smile still adorning his lips. His eyes fall onto the counter, which is covered by snacks, drinks and sweets. The smile widens. "I like the way you think, Min Yoongi." he chuckles, winking.
Yoongi just stares.
"Mind if I take the bathroom? I'll get myself ready real quick and then we can do the final talk and start?" Hoseok asks, pulling him out of his thought.
"Yeah. Sure. Second door to the right." he mumbles, watching the red head leave. The fact that he had thought Hoseok would do the scene in sweatpants and hoodie makes him giggle as he steps into his bedroom to change.
The calmness already starts seeping into his whole being, relaxing his muscles, his bones, even his soul. Getting ready for a scene, stripping out of this clothes, letting the cold air hit his skin. It is almost therapeutic. It is addictive. This is what Yoongi lives for.
There is nothing but the flimsiest pair of underwear covering his pale body as he steps out again, his feet making soft noises on the wooden floor.
The living room is empty as he steps into it. The heating is slightly turned up, making it warm and cozy. A set up says a lot about a dom. And to be honest, Yoongi is in awe.
The furniture is moved away, making room in the center for them to play. There's a black plastic pool in one corner, obviously for the watersports part of this. There are towels and water and it makes Yoongi's heart ease up a little bit to know that Hoseok though of everything. There is rope and a few floggers and wips, nothing too crazy. Pain is next to service what he mostly gets off on but again, when you wanna go for hours, you gotta stick with the fairly light stuff. The sheer amount of detail, the fact that Hoseok spent this much time to make it comfortable is not something new doms usually do with him.
Yoongi can't say he isn't touched.
"Like it?"
Turning around, there stands Hoseok, a smug smile on his face. The attire from before is completely gone, replaced by a dark green button up that looks a lot like it could be silk and tight black jeans.
Yoongi swallows thickly.
Fuck, that guy is handsome.
After having seen him dom other people, it's hard to miss the natural dominance that practically radiates off of him. It's like a light switch and suddenly all Yoongi can think about is falling to his knees in front of him, licking his leather boots clean.
Hoseok chuckles. "Come on. Let's go over it again."
Yoongi needs a moment to contain himself before he lets himself fall onto the couch next to the redhead, surrounded by blankets and pillows.
Hoseok takes the lead effortlessly as he slips his hand through Yoongi's black hair briefly, fingertips rubbing against his scalp deliciously.
"So. Watersports is the main focus. I drank like four liters already so that shouldn't be a problem. I'll keep drinking during the scene in case you wanna continue after the first time."
Yoongi nods.
"I brought a few impact play stuff since you mentioned being a masochist. So, I thought we could incorporate that as well. Hard limits?" Hoseok asks softly, hand sneaking onto Yoongi's pale knee. It's warm and comforting.
"No bruises on the face. Everywhere else, go for it. No breaking of the skin, though. I'm not here for blood play, especially when watersports is involved."
Hoseok laughs softly. Yoongi knows it's not meant to mock him but to support his words.
"Definitely. Any other hard limits I need to be aware of?"
Yoongi hesitates. The squeeze on his knees makes him look up.
"No anal sex. I... don't like that. Anal play is okay occasionally, but I'll get back to you on that."
Hoseok nods softly then breaks into a smile. "I'm excited. This sounds lovely."
Yoongi flushes and Hoseok leans in to press a kiss on his temple.
"Let's get started, kitten."
They don't immediately go into the kinky stuff. Don't go immediately into sex either.
Yoongi actually spends the first twenty minutes cleaning Hoseok's shoes, his little heart beating excitingly in his chest as he runs the cloth over the expensive leather over and over again, stealing glances up at Hoseok who doesn't notice him whatsoever. Whenever he leans down to wet the material with his tongue, Hoseok's long fingers make their way into his hair, scratching slightly behind his ear.
Yoongi used to be afraid to seem too eager but one thing he learned about this lifestyle was that there was no such thing as too eager, too needy, too soft, too hard.
The background noise fades and Yoongi looks up, confused.
"Come on, kitten." Hoseok says, waiting a moment for Yoongi to slip back slightly before getting up.
Yoongi’s used to kneeling for a long period of time so his legs aren’t really that sore as he follows Hoseok over to the little pool. He’s not that much smaller than the dom but considering he falls easily into a submissive posture, shoulders hunched, hands in front of him.
Yoongi likes feeling small, insignificant.
Hoseok looks almost majestic so that makes it so much easier.
The other doesn’t have to say anything, Yoongi knows what’s going on, what is going to happen next. Without a direct order, he steps into the little pool, head hanging low, staring at his naked feet. He can see that he’s already incredibly hard in his little shorts and his hands move to hide it a little bit.
Hoseok notices and laughs at it.
“You pretty boy. You don’t have to hide yourself away.” he smirks, taking a step forward. “Kneel down for me, kitten.”
Yoongi’s heart skips as he slowly moves down, the plastic making squiggly noises under his knees. His hands are almost shaking in anticipation.
He feels Hoseok’s hand sliding into his hair, through the silky dark locks. The grip tightens and Yoongi can’t help but gasp as his head is janked up, deep eyes burning into his.
“What’s your colour, kitten?”
The voice is surprisingly gently considering his hair follicles are currently screaming.
Yoongi holds the gaze steadily.
“Green.”
“Green, what?”
Yoongi swallows thickly.
“Green, Sir.”
Hoseok’s face relaxes. There is a satisfaction deep in those eyes and it makes Yoongi shiver.
“Good boy.” he smiles, almost softly. Almost affectionately. His hand loosens the grip, moves away from his hand strokes his face, makes Yoongi look up at him.
“Are you thirsty?” he asks softly, fingerstips moving over Yoongi’s nose, his lips, his chin. “Do you want to drink what Sir is going to give you? I think you earned yourself a little refreshment after working so hard on my shoes.”
Yoongi just nods as he opens his mouth obediently.
This could be a mistake. This could taste horrible. This could be so much different from the little sips of his own piss he had tried earlier this week.
But as Hoseok’s starts unbuttoning his pants, hand slipping inside to pull his dick out, Yoongi almost wants to reach forward and pull that man towards him.
Patience.
He can do this.
He can be good.
Hoseok seems to sense his eagerness because he is terribly slow. Teasingly slow.
Yoongi knows that’s what he deserves for flinching, for wanting to inch closer without his doms permission.
Hoseok’s cock turns out to be really nice. It’s about average length wise but it has a nice thickness to it. It’s deep in colour, with gorgeous thick veins and Yoongi can’t wait to have that in his mouth.
Luckily, he doesn’t have to wait that long to have his wish fulfilled.
Hoseok’s face is completely calm as he strokes his dick a few times, getting even closer. Yoongi can almost smell him now, his musky scent and that deep, rich cologne and his mouth is salivating. His mouth has been open quite a while now and since he doesn’t know whether he’s allowed to swallow, spit starts dribbling out at the corners.
“You want this?” Hoseok quirks an eyebrow.
Yoongi nods again.
“Use your words, kitten.”
Not closing his mouth, Yoongi starts talking. “Yes, Sir. I am thirsty.” To emphasise, he even sticks out his tongue.
Fuck, he wants this so badly.
There is that pleased look again and Yoongi finds it marvellously addictive.
“Good boys get what they deserve.” Hoseok smiles, sickenly sweet, hand still around his dick as he places it on Yoongi’s tongue, putting the tip inside.
It’s weighty. Yoongi loves it.
Hoseok doesn’t warn him. And Yoongi doesn’t flinch.
The stream of liquid starts pretty quickly and it’s soft, slow. It’s perfectly controlled and that makes it even more amazing.
The taste is incredibly shallow. Just the tiniest bit of bitter saltiness, mostly just bland.
The temperature is something else though. The fact that it’s luke warm is uncomfortable at first but the whole act of just sitting, letting the piss slowly flow into his throat, swallowing eagerly is so unbelievably calming.
Why hasn’t he tried this earlier? This is absolutely wonderful.
And it doesn’t seem to stop. Yoongi is pretty sure they sit there for more than a minute, solid, Yoongi drinking with his eyes closed, the dick calmly lying in his mouth.
The tension he had felt earlier is completely drained away now.
As soon as the fluid stops, Yoongi tightens his lips around the tip, softly suckling on Hoseok’s limp cock as if he’d somehow get more out of it that way.
“That’s enough.”
Hoseok’s voice is stern but soft.
Yoongi opens his eyes, looking up.
“You didn’t spill one single drop, kitten. I’m very proud of you. That’s very impressive.”
Yoongi beams. He takes great pride at being good of his dom. Being cute, being polite, being anything and everything the top wants him to be.
It’s unbelievably relaxing to just be used.
He’d been pretty sure before but he’s absolutely certain now.
Today is gonna be a good day.
Hoseok puts himself back into his jeans, closes up the zipper and it’s incredibly hard to hold back the whine that’s creeping up his throat because now that Yoongi has seen that cock, he doesn’t want to let it go yet.
Somehow, he manages to stay completely quiet.
“Good boy.” Hoseok says, once again, Yoongi’s stomach fluttering at the praise.
They move back to the couch, Hoseok lounging as he turns the TV back on. It’s what they always go back to after Hoseok needs to piss. Yoongi drinks and drinks, his stomach feeling full after the third or fourth time but still, he has managed to not spill a single drop.
Everytime, Hoseok looks prouder and prouder and it’s what Yoongi feeds off of, the approval of his dom, being the perfect little boy for him.
They change the setting occasionally.
Sometimes, Yoongi is allowed to cuddle against Hoseok’s thigh, feeling the thick muscle under those dark jeans. It’s those times when Hoseok feeds him food and water, making sure than Yoongi keeps hydrated and happy and healthy.
Yoongi is unashamed in the way he licks his dom’s fingers clean after every single bite.
Right now, he kneels in front of him, holding a tablet carrying food and drinks that are meant for Hoseok and Hoseok only, perfectly still, his gaze averted. His thighs are killing him by now, after having stayed in this position for almost an hour.
It right out hurts to sit still for this long.
Hoseok knows that.
Yoongi loves it.
He lets out a breath he hadn’t known he’d held as Hoseok snaps his fingers, announcing that he needs to take another piss.
Yoongi almost trips as he gets up to bring the tablet back into the kitchen, his knees stiff, his thighs burning. He hopes Hoseok didn’t see it. He hasn’t been anything but perfection today. And it’s not on his mind to change that.
When he returns, Hoseok is already waiting, that delicious dick of him already out and ready and for a moment, Yoongi wonders whether he can take another load. He needs to pee himself, his bladder stretched and full and desperate to be allowed to empty itself but he’s not going to ask permission just yet.
The eagerness has faded slightly. It’s still very relaxing though.
Yoongi kneels again, huffing his breath slightly because his legs hurt like a bitch. Opens his mouth. Waits. Anticipates.
It’s the same as the other times and Yoongi looks up, looks at Hoseok who quirks his eyebrow.
The flow of piss is a lot stronger this times, nothing like the calculated stream Hoseok has managed to produce over and over again.
Yoongi almost chokes, tries to hold it all in, to swallow as quickly as possible.
He can’t help some of it flowing out the sides of his mouth and this time he whines in agony because he wants to do good but he can’t keep it all in and the thought that some of his Sir’s gift is being wasted is actual torture.
Being too much in his own head, Yoongi barely feels the dick sliding a little bit back.
The bright, white pain in his left cheek brings him back to reality.
Hoseok has slapped him across the face, cock still buried in his mouth.
It hurts so much Yoongi feels his eyes water.
“Kitten.”
The word is loaded with disappointment.
No.
Please no.
He can’t have his Sir being disappointed. He’s a good boy. The best. That tone physically hurts.
The piss that has dribbled down his body starts to dry and it leaves a cooling sensation on Yoongi’s naked skin.
What a contrast to his face, burning flaming hot with shame.
“Is it not good enough anymore? Don’t you like what I’m giving you?”
Hoseok’s voice is stern, hard and the self doubt tries to pull Yoongi back into his head, if there wasn’t his dom’s fingers gripping his black hair, pulling on it so hard it hurts.
The pain is sharp and pulls him back into focus.
“Open.”
Yoongi’s mouth is already open, Hoseok’s dick still lying on the tip of his tongue but Yoongi stretches wider eagerly. It starts to hurt but he doesn’t really care.
Without much of a warning, Hoseok shoves his cock into his mouth, so deep Yoongi starts gagging immediately. The tips hits the back of his throat and his whole head stings with pain; his hair, his mouth, his throat.
Fuck, it’s so delicious.
Hoseok starts fucking his mouth. Whenever Yoongi closes his mouth the slightest bit, there is a slap across his face just adding to the pain.
There are so many flavours on his tongue. It makes it hard to focus. The saltiness of urine, the bitterness of precum, the muskiness of Hoseok’s dick who is currently ramming into him, abusing his throat over and over again.
The thought of not being able to properly speak tomorrow has Yoongi’s body flooding with endorphins.
He’s so hard it hurts. Yoongi knows his dick is poking out of the top of his underwear and he wished he could rub against something, anything.
But he knows better than to wiggle. Knows better than to disobey. He’s here to be of service. Whatever his Sir wants to do, he gets to do. That’s the rule.
Currently, he needs a hole to fuck and Yoongi is happy to provide.
Hoseok takes a long time to cum.
By the time he pulls out, Yoongi’s head is dizzy with the lack of oxygen, floating heavenly.
His eyes open at the loss of the pain, the weightiness on his tongue.
Looks up at Hoseok’s face which is slightly flushed and so, so fucking gorgeous.
Yoongi watches him intently as he feels thick splashes of cum covering his mouth, his neck, his chest.
The pressure in his groin is almost too much.
Hoseok breathes heavily as he puts himself back into his jeans.
“Messy kitten.” he grunts, his fingers smearing the white cum across Yoongi’s skin, pushing it into his mouth.
Immediately, Yoongi laps at his fingers.
Hoseok smirks.
“Good boy.”
Yoongi almost cries in happiness.
“Clean up the pool. Clean up the mess you made.” Hoseok orders as he pulls his hand back and returns to sit on the couch.
Yoongi wants to cum so badly. Wants to have Hoseok’s attention back on him. Wants to see that soft smile. Wants to hear that voice telling him he’s good.
So he goes to work immediately.
Licks the entire plastic pool clean, the material squeaking underneath his knees and hands and tongue.
It takes him almost an hour until he is absolutely satisfied, having gone over every single spot more that thrice.
By the time he’s done, his bladder is almost bursting, the cum having dried up on his skin. He sits in the pool obediently, not saying a word as he averts his gaze, waiting for Hoseok to look away from his phone to notice him.
When he finally does, Yoongi has to control his breathing because the pressure is too much.
Hoseok gets up, walks over. Inspects the pool. Nods happily.
“Good job, kitten.” he smiles, hand moving to stroke over Yoongi’s right cheek.
It’s soft and wonderful and Yoongi yearns for the touch.
“Lay down on your back.” Hoseok mumbles softly and Yoongi reacts immediately.
“What’s your colour?”
“Green, Sir.”
Another smile. Hoseok’s gorgeous hand moves along Yoongi’s body, down his stomach, stroking over the bulge in Yoongi’s underwear.
Yoongi whines.
“You’ve been so, so good for me, kitten.” he explains, the pressure increasing slightly. It’s hard to stay quiet.
Hoseok slaps his thigh.
“Don’t be quiet. Not now when I give you your reward.”
Yoongi nods, immediately letting himself moan.
“You told me to get back to you about anal play. Yes or no, kitten?”
For a moment, Yoongi thinks about it. Eventually, he shakes his head.
“Alright. Only the best for my kitty.”
The underwear comes off. Yoongi lets Hoseok do whatever he wants. Lets him spread his legs, caress every spot possible. Lets him grab lube and pour it over his hard cock. Lets him wrap those long, slim fingers around his dick, leisurely stroking him.
Yoongi whines pathetically, bucking up into the sweet, sweet feeling. It’s difficult to stay this hard when he has to pee so fucking badly but the sensation of Hoseok’s fingers is divine.
Hoseok’s chuckle pulls him back to reality.
“Look at you, all full and ready.” Hoseok grins, his unlubed free hand moving over Yoongi’s flat stomach, travelling down until two fingertips press into the slight bulge that his full bladder makes.
Yoongi whimpers.
Oh fuck.
The pressure is almost too much. Hoseok doesn’t stop pressing down while jerking him and Yoongi’s body is overwhelmed with the struggle to either cum or let the piss flow out.
“Aren’t you pretty like this? Do you like this, kitten?”
It’s embarrassing how eager he nods his head.
“What do you want most? Do you want to cum? Or do you want to pee out all the deliciousness I gave you?”
Suddenly, pissing doesn't sound so good anymore.
Why couldn’t he keep Hoseok’s gift for eternity?
Yoongi’s face falls slightly and Hoseok cooes, shaking his head.
“It’s okay, pretty.” he whispers, his hand speeding up, jerking him quick and hard and so fucking good as he massages his bladder over and over again.
“You can let go.”
Yoongi doesn’t know what happens first. He thinks he cums first, the delicious fall over the edge, the tension leaving his body as he moans, just moans so loudly Hoseok actually groans at it.
Only seconds afterwards, a mere moment after he sees the last bit of cum dribble out of his dick, the yellow stream follows, flowing over Hoseok’s hand who still wanks him, the overstimulation of it making Yoongi whine and whimper even harder, his head turning, mind numb and dizzy.
Yoongi knows he’s crying. It’s the natural reaction of his body when he finally feels empty again. Empty of all the stress and responsibility life thrusts onto him.
All he can do is listen to his sobs, mind wiped blank and silent at last.
Vaguely, he notices Hoseok holding him, rocking him in his arms. They sit like that for a long time, soft kisses pressed into his hair as Yoongi cries miserably into Hoseok’s shoulder.
Eventually, Hoseok carries him into the bedroom, runs a bath for him. Washes his face and body with a cloth and lets Yoongi lie in the lavender smelling goodness by himself afterwards.
When he returns, Yoongi’s skin is flushed and wrinkly. And Hoseok is back in his sweatpants.
Yoongi’s eyes widen. “We weren’t done.” he complains, lips pouting slightly.
Hoseok laughs softly, shaking his head in disbelief. “Yes, hyung. We were.” He holds out a big towel and Yoongi gets up, slightly ashamed as he lets himself get wrapped up like a little boy, stepping out of the tub.
“We weren’t. You didn’t even get to spank me.”
Hoseok sighs deeply.
“You subdropped. As if I was going to let you continue afterwards.”
Yoongi knows that. He’s just sad he didn’t get his ass beaten.
“I’ll spank you next time. Bruise you up real nice. How does that sound?”
Yoongi blushes softly while Hoseok rubs him dry slowly and meticulously. Blushes even harder at the endearing look on Hoseok’s face.
They spent the rest of the day cuddled on the couch. When Yoongi had stepped into the living room dressed in his pyjamas, the room had looked like his living room again, every evidence of their scene gone.
They eat the food Yoongi had cooked, watch a horrible drama that Hoseok ends up crying over and just enjoy each other’s presence.
Sometimes, Hoseok turns to him to kiss his temple and at one point Yoongi catches his lips with his own. They make out sweetly, no rushing, just them breathing each other in. It makes something in Yoongi’s belly rumble and he feels himself growing addicted to licking hot sauce from Hoseok’s lips.
Hoseok leaves in the late evening, eyes drooping, yawning tiredly. They kiss again, Hoseok wrapping one arm around Yoongi’s slender waist to keep him close, big hand broad on his lower back as he explores Yoongi’s mouth softly, each of them smiling into the kiss.
Yoongi lies in bed later that night, bones heavy, body tired. A notifications pops up on his phone, a message from Namjoon who seems to be patiently waiting for an update.
Reluctantly, Yoongi opens the messenger.
“I think he’s the one I was talking about.” he texts before he turns his phone on silent.
He can’t stop grinning into the pillow as he feels sleep crashing over him, pulling him into the darkness.
It’s the first time in years Yoongi actually sleeps through the night.