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4

The beginning of the concert was being very difficult for Hoseok.  After meeting Yoongi in the bathroom, he hadn't had time to lower his erection and his body heat before going out to light and introducing herself. It hurt, and much more to see how Yoongi was soaked with water that Taehyung had thrown at him.

When he finished and said goodbye to his Japanese fans, Hoseok did not wait to run and get into his dressing room and relax like he should. He stayed for about ten minutes before changing his clothes and going out to find the members eating. He took a ramen and served it to sit next to Jin.

"It turned out pretty good today, huh?" Namjoon said sipping his noodles.

Hoseok hyung was weird" Jungkook pointed out and Taehyung nodded in agreement.

The red-head got stuck.

"It's true!  I saw you very distracted,  Hoba.  Are you okay?"  asked the leader.

"I am, Joon-ah" He gave him a calm smile.  Yoongi laughed and he gave him a bad look.

They all nodded and kept talking about how the concert took place.  Yoongi did not speak much, he only said what he should and in the time that he did not speak he was dedicated to looking at Hoseok.

The youngest would be lying if he said that he was not nervous, because Yoongi's gaze was so provocative that he found it quite heavy.  He left the container of what he ate on the table and said goodbye to the others to go to the truck, ready to wait for the others to get up to go to the hotel.

"Hobi hyung, we'll go in about twenty minutes, are you sure you want to wait?" Jimin asked him.

"No problem, I can wait asleep" he laughed.  The younger man nodded and let him go.

When he got into the truck, he went to the last seats and was grateful that there was no one from the staff to start massaging his erection over his pants.

Sighs came out of his mouth as the feeling of relief filled him.  The pain was subsiding, but he was too hot again and he didn't understand how he ended up like this and all for a boy.

"What the fuck am I doing..." he muttered softly and pulled his cock out of his pants.  He didn't think of anything and began to massage it. "Y-Yeah ... ah, fuck ..."

Little by little he was increasing the speed, he moaned in a low tone and his eyes were beginning to fill with tears for being repressed.

"Yoongi ... ah, it feels so good ..."

"Let me help you."

He jumped when he heard Yoongi's voice, who was staring at him hungrily with bright eyes.

"Hyung ..." he pleaded, blinded by pleasure. He kept waving his hand wildly.

The older one approached, observing how the pre-seminal liquid shone on the red-head's glans. It looked so exquisite ...

"Please hyung, help me."

And just a high-pitched plea was enough for Yoongi to take Hoseok's member in his hand.  The youngest threw his head back and gasped loudly.  The big, thin hand of the now older's was nothing like his. He felt damn good.

Yoongi moved his hand and massaged the tip with his thumb. He moved it so fast, Hoseok arrived in less than five minutes.

"Hoseok"

He could not say anything, because the red-head lunged to eat his mouth. His lips were fitting together perfectly and his tongues were giving each other such an obscene kiss, saliva was dripping from the corners of his lips.  They sucked their tongues dirtyly and Yoongi sat Hoseok on his lap.  The youngest wasted no time and began to move on top of the rapper's hard cock.

They both gasped, since Hoseok could perfectly sense the opponent's member.

"I need to fuck you" Yoongi whispered in his ear as he helped him move.

"Let's get out of here, I don't care" Hoseok whispered back over his lips. They kissed for the last time and Yoongi moved into the pioloto seat while Hoseok sat next to him.

This was going to get out of hand.