Hope is Gone | SOPE [completed]

SEVENTEEN : Sated and Satisfied

a/n : mature scene ahead, read at your own risk. you can always skip if you don't want to read :))

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Everyday they see eachother Hoseok thought Yoongi has became someone he can no longer resist and the latter thinks the same.

And he's furious about it. Hoseok makes Yoongi feel like he's now officially lost control of himself, he makes him feel as if he forgot anything about his principles and morality.

Yoongi laid on the bed while Hoseok fell on top off him, too eager to reconnect their lips into the most angry and desperate kiss ever. Teeths were clashing as they does so, also involving their shaky tongues as they try to win for dominance.

The male beneath knows he's losing and when it comes to Hoseok, he can always give up every shred of self-respect he possesses for Hoseok.

Hoseok bites Yoongi's lip. Tugged. It hurted but it hurts hella good, making Yoongi feel like he wants Hoseok to have the metallic taste of his own blood in his tongue.

They lost track of how long they've been kissing, they felt like they've been going on and on for centuries, every single brush of their lips they could feel themselves getting hornier.

Hoseok hasn't ever kissed anyone for this long before. Of course given this is literally his first time kissing someone. He has no one before Yoongi but he thought he already knew how to be skilled with his own tongue while making out, as if him and Yoongi have been doing this for a long time Hoseok starts to memorize every inch of the male's intoxicating mouth.

The male on top pulled away a bit to catch his breath. No matter how much his brain made him think he's already an expert in kissing Yoongi, he's still a human being who needs to breathe.

While in the process of regaining his breath, Hoseok watched Yoongi beneath him who is also staring at him so intimately, like he was taking notes of every little feature he has on his face.

And it's true, mayhaps the heavy breaths Yoongi's giving off right now was the effect of his boss' overly handsome feature. He will probably laugh at him if he ever admits how this man drives him insane every day.

Yoongi's looks so cute right now, despite him looking like the human version of lust. Like the real life Aphrodite.

Hoseok would surrender everything just to dominate this man, make him feel like jello with his own dick and cage those thin thighs around his hips as he fucks into him, keeping him in place like his own playdoll.

Hoseok's eyes then looked at Yoongi's neck, wondering how good it will probably look with nothing but his love marks. It was simply sitting there in its own pale splendour, like an empty canvas just ready to be filled with purple and crimson.

He also questions whether giving him the hickeys he has been thinking about—which he wouldn't do since it would be so unprofessional—will deter Kim Taehyung from courting Yoongi the moment he sees it.

Hoseok's trying to contain himself from the crazy things running in his head just because he's possessive of Yoongi.

Hoseok runs one of his fingers so gently across Yoongi's jaw and then sees him lean against the touch, like a needy cat purring for affection.

Yoongi thought Hoseok is leaning down for a kiss but instead Hoseok swerves away. He bends low to whisper right into the shell of his ear.

"Do you want me to stop?" Hoseok asks in a quiet tone. It's a genuine question of consent. After all, all his concerns is about Yoongi and how he will feel about this. He doesn't want him to regret it and him to feel like he's been taken advantaged of.