His Blue Dog | Sope BOOK #1

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J-Hope was about to go in, thinking Yoongi was calling for him. Until he heard him moaning.

He couldn't hear what he was saying, but he could hear his name.

Why the hell was he...

J-Hope didn't want to walk in on his hyung, so he walked away back to his room.

Yoongi Focus

"S-so c-close-" Yoongi gasped quietly as he ran his thumb over his tip, a small whine leaving his hips at the tease. He felt so good, his hips were jerking frantically as he tried to find his release. He could feel the pressure build up in his lower stomach.

J-Hope kept appearing in his mind, and he felt weird imagining someone he saw a brother do unholy things to him, he felt weird for finding great pleasure in it. Although he couldn't care much, at least not right now. He was close to his orgasm, and all he could care about was reaching that euphoric high.

He imagined Hoseok's hands running up his sides and scratching slightly while he littered his neck and chest with hickeys. He imagined Hoseok's hands trailing down between his legs and fingering him slowly but deeply, spreading his legs forcefully and keeping them apart. He imaged the sexy look in Hoseok's eyes as he did unholy things to him, dirty talk him and toying with his nipples.

Yoongi reached up to his chest and gently pinched on his nipples for the sake of his thoughts, it was the most sensative part on his body and he knew it. Yoongi moaned into his pillow so no one would be able to hear as he thrusted into his hand, feeling his muscles tense and his body igniting with lust as he pinched and pulled on his pink nubs. He was so close, he imaged Hoseok's tongue all over him, kissing over the hickeys on his body sexually.

Yoongi could feel the sweat on his thighs as he teased his balls, he was so extremely hot but everything felt so good. The blankets and sheets the real Hoseok had covered him up with were tangled and messed up behind him, his feet were kicking them away everytime he jerked his hips up. His pale but smaller body was exposed to the cold room, but at this point in time it was a hot room. A room full of lustful fire.

Hoseok, Hoseok, Hoseok...

"Coming-" Yoongi squeaked out and came on his stomach, panting loudly for air and lazily jerking himself off to milk himself of his orgasm. He let go of his chest and whined into his hand. His voice had sounded like a girls when he had said 'coming', extremely submissive and high-pitched. It was a moan mixed with a whine.

Yoongi kept his eyes closed and his body still, he was too sensative to move at this point. He was venerable to anything and everything right now, someone could come in and he wouldn't do a thing.

He was breathless and hot, he felt absolutely exhausted and very thirsty for water.

Last time he had masturbated he kept thinking of Hoseok, but he wouldn't let him think about that. It was nothing compared to the mind blowing orgasm he had just had. That he had let his head roam, it was so much better.

Much better.

The Next Morning

Yoongi woke up by his phone ringtone, and groaned as he reached for it. He must've fell asleep before he took a shower, because he was still naked, exposed, and felt sticky.

"Hyung?" He brought a blanket over himself, he was now cold.

"Yoongi, who is it?" Jin's happy voice rang from the other end of the phone. "Pardon?" The younger asked, sitting up and wrapping a blanket over him like a cape. "Who are you in love with?" Jin whispered. Yoongi's heart skipped a beat and sighed. "Hyung, I don't want to do this now." He shook his head, even if he knew Jin wouldn't be able to see him.