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Hoseok lay sprawled on his bed, the softness of the mattress lulling him into a state of relaxation. The morning sun streamed through the curtains, but the absence of noise reminded him that Jimin had left earlier. Alone in the matrimonial bedroom, he closed his eyes, relishing the rare quietness.
The door creaked open, startling him. His eyes snapped open, and he gasped as Yoongi stepped inside, wearing nothing but a pair of black boxers.
"Get out!" Hoseok exclaimed, sitting upright and standing from the bed and pointing toward the door.
Yoongi smirked, shutting the door behind him with a soft click. "That's not what you said in the bathroom last time," he replied, voice dripping with amusement.
Hoseok's face flushed crimson. He faltered, unable to find a retort, his mind flashing back to their last forbidden encounter.
Yoongi strode toward him confidently, wrapping his arms around Hoseok's waist and yanking him forward. Their hips collided, and Hoseok moaned involuntarily as their cocks brushed through the fabric separating them.
"Let your guard down, Hoseok," Yoongi murmured, lowering himself to Hoseok’s height. His lips hovered near Hoseok’s ear as he whispered, "You want this. I know you do."
His hands left Hoseok’s waist, taking Hoseok's trembling hands and guiding them to his bare chest. "It’s all yours," Yoongi said, voice rough yet tender.
Hoseok stared, captivated, his palms tentatively exploring Yoongi’s toned muscles. He squeezed gently, marveling at the firmness beneath his fingers.
Yoongi chuckled at Hoseok’s awe-struck expression, his hands now working on the belt loop of Hoseok’s trousers. He unfastened the belt slowly, teasingly, and pulled it free with a soft whoosh before letting it fall to the floor.
Gathering courage, Hoseok moved his hands lower, slipping one boldly inside Yoongi's boxers. They both gasped at the contact.
“Fuck,” Yoongi groaned, throwing his head back.
Hoseok’s eyes widened as he squeezed experimentally, feeling Yoongi’s size and the throbbing veins beneath his fingers. He stroked slowly, drawing soft curses from Yoongi. “Yo-you're so big.”
Yoongi tilted his head back down, his hooded gaze boring into Hoseok’s. "Is your husband this big?" he teased, smirking when Hoseok blushed furiously.
"Respect my husband," Hoseok stammered, though his voice lacked conviction.
Yoongi scoffed, cupping Hoseok’s face and tilting it upward. "Didn’t you say you’d never cheat on him?"
Hoseok bit his lip, guilt flickering across his face as he withdrew his hand. Yoongi clicked his tongue in mock disappointment.
"Don’t tell me you just ruined the mood," Yoongi muttered, his tone playful but commanding.
"Fuck you," Hoseok whispered.
Yoongi grinned darkly. "That’s the only way this ends," he replied before grabbing Hoseok by the neck and pushing him down onto the bed.
Yoongi’s movements were impatient and demanding as he began tearing Hoseok's clothes off. Hoseok tried to protest, muttering, "Not here… not in Jimin's room. It's disrespe—"
Before he could finish, Yoongi shoved his boxers down, freeing his erection. Hoseok’s words died in his throat, replaced by a guttural groan as he stared.
"Fuck me," Hoseok said, voice trembling with need.
Yoongi smirked. "Of course I will. But I’ll take my time."
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Between Blood and Desire ~ YoonMinSeok
Fanfiction"You're my husband's brother, Yoongi, and plus... You're married." Hoseok hissed, his voice breaking as Yoongi's hand slid dangerously low. "And yet," Yoongi whispered, his lips brushing against Hoseok's ear, "you moan my name like it's the only one...
