His Blue Dog | Sope BOOK #1

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Yoongi probably passed out for a few seconds in the middle of the third round, because there was a big gap when he tried to remember. J-Hope f*cked him on the bed, over his desk, against the wall twice- he couldn't get enough. It was almost like he was sweeter, better. Hearing him moaning seemed like so many memories coming back, and the way he moaned when he came was an honest piece of deja vu. The little bell on the collar with J-Hope's initials was the cherry on the cake, and when he f*cked him on his back, everytime he looked down, it was a reminder only he could get the view and experience. Only him.

It was hard at some times to keep going, but goddamn the way Yoongi looked at J-Hope, he couldn't stop. He looked so used, so blissed out past what any drug could do, so incredibly submissive, giving his body and soul into J-Hope. His eyes were either half open or slammed shut, and his hands gripped the sheets so hard they were close to popping off the corners.

Yoongi's hips moved against J-Hope's, at random from the exhaustion. Watching his entire length disappear inside him, watching Yoongi take all of him, all of it, was what J-Hope missed.

J-Hope hit Yoongi's prostate, and he knew because Yoongi jerked so violently and moaned so loudly with such passion, his back arched so incredibly it cracked- it was almost like a dry orgasm, like he was coming. There were tears in Yoongi's eyes, from the teasing and the pleasure running through his body. Both of them were shaking, but Yoongi more. His last orgasm Yoongi wrapped his legs around J-Hope's waist and yelled a broken whine, it was so powerful and that's exactly what J-Hope fascinated about years ago, when he found out he was gay; having a lover feel so good, it was something only for him. Something about that privacy was a turn on.

But when it was over, when Yoongi was trying to fall asleep, he felt like crying. The reason to seduce J-Hope was to get him back, but, he didn't feel much passion. He wasn't sure if what he did was right. J-Hope was spooning him, his head buried against his back, and his softened cock resting against his bottom. A thin blanket covered them, Yoongi's kneecap and J-Hope's arm out sticking from it.

He fell asleep, almost feeling that same pit when he first suggested of them breaking up.

The Next Morning

"I think Yoongi and Hoseok hyung made love last night, unless that was Jungkookie having the best time of his life." Jimin spoke up as he set the toaster up for breakfast. "I'm sure it was Yoongi and Hoseok hyung, Jungkookie isn't loud." Taehyung smirked as he sat down at the table. "How do you know that?" Jimin teased, giggling. "I've walked in on him a few times on accident- it happens." Taehyung shrugged, smirking a little. "It's when Jungkook goes quiet that we check on him." Jimin laughed. "Except when he's in his room or the bathroom." Taehyung added.

"Don't tell anyone I asked, but is he bigger than you?" Jimin turned and whispered, unable to hold back a smile. "First of all, I'm not just gonna stare at him so I have no idea. Second, what the hell. Third, that's just crossing some type of line." Taehyung went shocked. "You only want to know for your own gay fantasies." He laughed immediately after. "F*ck you." Jimin laughed and went back to the kitchen. "I don't even like Kookie like that." He rolled his eyes.

"And why bigger than me? Haven't you seen Yoongi hyung's?" Taehyung asked. "No." Jimin shook his head. "I've only seen yours because we change in front of each other and it isn't weird at all." He explained. "True." Taehyung cocked his head.

"What if it was Hoseok and Yoongi hyung? Do you think it was just break up, or do you think they'll get back together?" Jimin asked, thinking. "I think it could've been just breakup sex, even though it's been like a week." Taehyung answered. "I'm not sure, but what I do know, is that Naeun noona is a little too thirsty for me." He laughed out. "Every girl is, Tae." Jimin shook his head. "I'm gonna go check on Kook." He turned and left the kitchen.

Yoonseok Focus

Yoongi woke up, and felt nothing pressed against him. In a panic he shot up, and thankfully saw J-Hope sitting up too.

"Hyung-" "Are you leaving me?" Yoongi asked quickly. J-Hope looked at him. "I already did." He responded. "No, don't. Stay." Yoongi grabbed his arm when he motioned he would get up. "Please?" His voice was soft, and he looked like he might cry soon. J-Hope blinked a few times. "We're not together-" "Why?" Yoongi cut him off. "Because we're afraid?" He asked. "Because we're afraid we won't make a long-distance relationship work? Why are we letting fear win over us, Hoseok? We need each other- only one week without waking up in your arms and I'm already planning for suicide. Please, don't leave." Yoongi was begging. He never begged- including in bed.

Their first time, he said he wouldn't beg. Yet, here he was. The one time.

"I don't want to be guilt tripped back, hyung." J-Hope pulled his arm away. "Do you still love me?" Yoongi asked, grabbing his hand. "Do you still love me the way you wrapped your arms around me, on our first date? When Namjoon-ah called me a whore? Do you still love me, the way you would hold me in the middle of the night when you woke up to me crying? When you, d-rew that blue dog on my wrist? Do you still love me, Hoseok?" Yoongi was crying. It drilled such a horrible feeling in J-Hope's chest. He made Min Yoongi cry. Or course he had before, but this was different.

"Do you love me the same, when you would put yourself through hell if it meant I would be happy?" Yoongi sniffled, as a tear rolled down his cheek. J-Hope could feel his chest tighten and his eyes water. "Do you still love me, like you did when you carried me into the emergency room, covered in blood from my own doing?" Yoongi asked. His hold on J-Hope's hand was so weak physically yet so strong emotionly.

"Hoseok, I gave you my body last night, even though we weren't together, I let you take control, all just to wake up in your arms again." Yoongi told him, holding back the hard sobs but letting some slip. "Do you still love me the way you would bring me food at the hospital, to make sure I was eating and- and taking care of myself?" He asked. "Do you?"

J-Hope sniffled. "Yes." He leaned over, and kissed him. Yoongi hurried to kiss back, begging to every god he's even heard of, that this wouldn't be the last time he would kiss Jung Hoseok, on the lips, naked in bed.

"I still love you, Yoongi hyung." J-Hope nodded and threw his arms around Yoongi, breaking down. Yoongi fell back onto his back, kissing J-Hope like his life depended on it. Their bodies pressed against each other.

"Don't leave me, please Hoseokie." Yoongi shook his head, both of them crying now. "I'm so f*cking sorry." J-Hope apologized. "I'm so sorry for causing all this, I'm so sorry." He kissed Yoongi's forehead. "Take me back, Hoseokie, ple-" "I love you, I do, I promise I'll never do anything as sh*tty like this again." J-Hope kissed all over his face, shaking his head. Soon they weren't talking, but kissing and speaking through that. It was sloppy and messy, but so much emotion and passion poured into it.

"I love you, Min Yoongi."

"I love you, Jung Hoseok."