You woke in the morning tangled in Hoseok, his head resting softly next to yours on the pillow. You slipped away to pee and bRuSh yOuR tEeTh and then back next to him. Namjoon's bed was a tangle of sheets, but empty. Hoseok was pretty, always so breathtakingly pretty even in sleep. You smoothed his hair back from his forehead, running your fingers through it and he sighed contentedly, licking his lips and turning onto his side.
You trailed your fingers down from his scalp, along the back of his neck and over his shoulders, tracing his bare skin so lightly. When your fingertips ran over his arm you watched goosebumps break out over his skin. You knew he loved these soft touches, loved to have his skin stroked over. He sighed again, exhaling deeply and rolled onto his stomach so you could have better access to his back, smoothing your fingers lightly over each dip and mound, tracing each muscle, pushing the sheet down to brush the dip in his lower back carefully.
"Gray," his deep voice moaned quietly.
"Yes baby," you replied, trailing your fingers back up along his spine to his neck.
"Feels good," he breathed.
You hummed in assent and leaned down, kissing his shoulder. He whined lowly.
"What is it baby?" You asked.
"Kiss," he demanded softly. You smiled and scooted closer as he turned his head and you kissed him softly.
"I love you," you said against his lips, making him smile widely.
"I love you more," he replied and you chuckled.
He turned onto his side and pulled you against him to kiss you again.
"Don't stop touching me," he murmured as your fingers slid up his back again.
"Whatever you want baby," you breathed, your lips still pressed to his.
He pouted and pulled back.
"I'm not baby," he said.
"You don't think so?" You asked him.
He shook his head.
"You're my baby though."
He exhaled heavily as you trailed your lips down his neck to his shoulder, kissing and sucking lightly at his skin.
"I'm gonna cover you in marks so everyone knows you're mine," you murmured against him.
A tiny high pitched whimper came out of him with his exhale and you smiled and got to work. You trailed kisses all over Hoseok's back, lips tracing the line of his spine.
"Hey Gray," he mumbled, and you crawled up to look at him more closely.
"I'm baby?" He asked softly, timidly.
He wanted something but seemed like he didn't know how to ask for it. You nodded. He was baby.
"Can you...make me come then?" He asked.
"Of course baby, I'll take care of you. How do you want it?" You asked, slipping your hand down the smooth skin of his back, into the dip and up over the curve of his ass.
He pushed his face into the pillow in embarrassment as he pressed back against your hand, whining softly. Oh, you thought, biting your lip and smirking as you smoothed your hand over his ass slowly, squeezing it lightly. His mouth fell open and he moaned softly, arching his head up off the pillow, his eyes closed.
"Why don't you tell me about how you like it baby," you said to him, moving away briefly to dig around in his bedside table until you found what you were looking for, pulling out the little bottle of lube and pouring some onto your fingers.
