If I could go back... I wouldn't

5: The Notes

Yoongi's sitting on the couch doing some mental math when Hoseok comes in. He looks up to greet him with a smile, pleading for him to come over.

Hoseok tilts his head questioningly, stepping in between Yoongi's knees and wrapping his arms around his hips, giving his stomach a quick scenting by rubbing his chubby cheeks against his jacket.

Hoseok chuckles, hands finding home in Yoongi's hair, gently playing with his sand locks. Yoongi looks up then, his cheek squished against hoseok's jacket, pouty lips pensive.

"I wanna sit on your lap, hobah," Yoongi says quietly, shy. Hoseok just smiles at him, smoothing down his hair, "okay, kitten."

They sit on the couch, rearranged so Yoongi's comfortable on Hoseok's Lap, facing away from him. Yoongi fiddles with Hoseok's jacket he'd taken off, pulling the crumpled pieces of paper out of it's pockets.

Gently, he unfolds them, then rights them in his hands. He feels Hoseok prop his chin over his shoulder, scenting his neck for just a moment. Yoongi takes a shaky breath.

"So. It's mostly unimportant side effects, how my heats might differ, how long the process menopause may last, how i may have chills and heat flashes."

Yoongi smooths over the first page with his fingers, making sure he's covered everything. He discards it next to them. Hoseok huffs, his hand coming up to hold yoongi's, around the paper, "Namjoon's handwriting got so bad on this page."

Yoongi bites his lip, "yeah, right around here," he points with his free hand, highlighting the written sentence on the page. Hoseok hums, "read it outloud for me, precious?"

Yoongi gulps, knowing full-well that Hoseok can see the sentence. He can see the paper. He's probably already read it. His scent grows anxious. "It says... 'you can still become pregnant as your heats fluctuate'..."

Hoseok begins scenting Yoongi's neck and shoulder, nose finding his scent gland easily, rubbing over it before he licks at it, then moves upwards, scenting yoongi's jawline and cheek.

Yoongi calms instantly, melting in hoseok's hold, leaning back and letting his Alpha soothe his worries. He can feel his eyelids droop and flutter, a soft sigh escaping his lips at the affection.

Hoseok moves to softly bite at Yoongi's unmarked gland, licking over it hypnotizingly. Yoongi lets the note papers fall to the floor, entwining his fingers with Hoseok's, pressing their hands to his stomach.

Yoongi shivers at the growl that elicits from Hoseok, hands coming up to pet and tug at Hoseok's brown locks. Yoongi gasps a little sweet noise when his alpha bites harder, teasing the sensitive skin.

Yoongi's scent blooms with arousal as Hoseok's free hand slips under Yoongi's waistband, pressing his nimble fingers on his folds, fingertips spreading them to rub circles on Yoongi's cock.

He shifts his hips, rolling them forward to press against Hoseok's hand. Yoongi starts panting, resting his head on Hoseok's shoulder. God, he wants to get lost in his Alpha so badly.

But he hasn't given a response yet- he doesn't know what he thinks.
"Hoseok-ah,"
He gets a firm bite on his neck as a response, causing his gut to clench.
"A-Alpha," Yoongi tugs at Hoseok's hair, listening to his groan as his mouth is pulled away from Yoongi's gland.

Yoongi tries to shift, briefly lifting off Hoseok's lap, but all that happens is a swift tug of his sweats down his thighs. Yoongi speechlessly lets Hoseok tug him back down on his lap.

He feels his face flush from how mortified he feels from suddenly getting stripped, but his cock twitches with the blatant display of manhandling.

Hoseok doesn't stop there, though. He frees his hand from his holding to cradle yoongi's thighs, shifting him so he's sitting side-saddle on his lap.