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The arcade was a sensory overload of flashing neon lights and the hum of excitement. Hoseok’s face lit up with pure joy, his gaze darting between the machines. His smile was infectious, though Yoongi’s expression remained sharp, his eyes scanning the room like a predator staking his claim.
Hoseok, oblivious to the stares he was drawing, tugged on Yoongi’s sleeve. “Let’s start with air hockey!”
Yoongi smirked, indulging Hoseok as they approached the table. Hoseok’s competitive streak emerged quickly, and within minutes, he was grinning smugly after scoring another goal.
“Not bad for someone who hasn’t played in years,” Hoseok teased, leaning over the table.
Yoongi’s eyes darkened as they traveled over Hoseok’s figure. “You like winning, don’t you?”
“I love it,” Hoseok replied with a wink, sticking out his tongue playfully.
Yoongi’s smirk turned dangerous as he rounded the table. Before Hoseok could react, Yoongi caged him in, their faces mere inches apart. “Careful, sweetheart. I might make you lose control in ways you didn’t think possible.”
Hoseok’s breath hitched, his cheeks flushing, but Yoongi pulled away before he could respond.
---
The dance arcade was next, and Hoseok was in his element. His body moved effortlessly to the rhythm, his hips swaying with precision as he stepped in perfect sync with the flashing arrows. Yoongi was trying to keep up but found himself distracted.
Every twist of Hoseok’s body, every sway of his hips, ignited a possessive fire in Yoongi. When the game ended, and Hoseok turned to him with a triumphant grin, Yoongi didn’t hold back.
“You know how to use your hips well.” Yoongi murmured, his tone laced with something feral. "Looks like you've learned a lot from our time in the bedroom." He whispered, low enough that Hoseok didn't hear
Hoseok tilted his head, teasing. “Better than you.”
Yoongi grabbed Hoseok’s wrist, pulling him close. “When we get home better start stripping, that body is my canvas tonight.” His voice was a low growl, sending a shiver down Hoseok’s spine.
The moment was interrupted by a group of guys lingering nearby, their eyes fixed on Hoseok. Yoongi’s gaze snapped to them, his expression hardening into a warning glare.
Yoongi’s arm snaked around Hoseok’s waist, pulling him flush against his chest. His possessive gaze bore into the strangers, making them avert their eyes. "Mine," he muttered under his breath, his fingers tightening on Hoseok’s hip.
Hoseok blinked up at him, oblivious to the tension. "What’s wrong?"
"Nothing," Yoongi said, his tone clipped. He softened when Hoseok tilted his head in confusion. "Just... stay close to me."
Hoseok blinked in confusion before nodding with a small smile. "Okay, okay, but only if you promise not to sulk when I beat you at everything."
---
Yoongi carefully adjusted Hoseok’s helmet, his fingers brushing against Hoseok’s jawline.
“You’re precious cargo,” Yoongi muttered, his voice softer than usual.
Hoseok climbed on, wrapping his arms tightly around Yoongi’s waist. The roar of the engine filled the silence as they sped through the city. Hoseok let out an exhilarated scream, throwing his arms out in reckless abandon.
“Yoongi, this is amazing!” Hoseok shouted, his laughter echoing in the night.
Yoongi glanced back, his lips curving into a rare, genuine smile. “That laugh steals a piece of my heart everytime.” He whispered, whipped for Hoseok already. Now he knew why Jimin always acted like a fool for Hoseok.
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The next three days passed in a haze of pleasure and intimacy, each moment blurring into the next.
In Yoongi’s bedroom, Hoseok was sprawled on his back, his body trembling. Yoongi’s head was buried between Hoseok’s thighs, fingering and eating Hoseok's ass, his tongue working with relentless precision. Hoseok’s hands were buried in Yoongi’s hair, pulling desperately as he moaned and sobbed.
“Yoongi, Yoongi! Yoongi!” Hoseok’s voice broke, his back arching off the bed as he screamed Yoongi's name, murmuring it like a prayer.
“Only I can make you scream like this,” Yoongi growled, his grip on Hoseok’s thighs tightening. “You’ll take everything I give you.”
Hoseok cried out, tears slipping down his cheeks as Yoongi pushed him over the edge. Even as Hoseok’s body quaked with release, Yoongi didn’t let up, his tongue and lips driving him into overstimulation.
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In the kitchen, Hoseok tried to focus on chopping vegetables, but Yoongi had other plans.
“You’re terrible at this,” Yoongi teased, leaning over Hoseok’s shoulder and nipping at his ear.
“You’re distracting me,” Hoseok shot back, though his voice lacked conviction.
Yoongi smirked, spinning Hoseok around and lifting him onto the counter. Their lips met in a bruising kiss, and before long, Hoseok’s legs were wrapped around Yoongi’s waist.
The sizzling pan on the stove was forgotten as Yoongi pushed Hoseok back, his hands roaming over Hoseok’s body. “You taste better than anything we could cook.”
Hoseok gasped as Yoongi’s lips trailed down his neck, his body arching into Yoongi’s touch.
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In the shower, steam filled the space as Yoongi pressed Hoseok against the glass door. Their hands were intertwined, smudging the fogged surface as Yoongi moved with unrelenting intensity.
“Look at me,” Yoongi demanded, his voice rough and commanding.
Hoseok turned his head, their eyes locking as Yoongi thrust into him, each movement deliberate and powerful. “Who owns you, Who owns this body.”
Hoseok bit his tongue, his breath hitching with each movement. “You,” he whispered, his voice trembling with emotion.
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By the third evening, Hoseok was leaned over the counter, one leg propped up as Yoongi thrust into him from behind. The sounds of their bodies meeting filled the kitchen, the half-cooked meal on the stove long forgotten.
“Yoongi—fuck, the food—” Hoseok tried to protest, his voice barely audible over his moans.
“Forget the food,” Yoongi growled, his hand sliding up Hoseok’s spine to grip his shoulder. “I’ll feed you later. You’re the only thing I’m hungry for.”
Hoseok’s cries grew louder as Yoongi’s pace quickened, his dominance leaving no room for hesitation. Hoseok’s body trembled with pleasure, his nails digging into the counter as he surrendered completely.
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That night, they lay side by side in Yoongi’s bed, their bodies slick with sweat and their breaths uneven. The weight of their actions hung heavy in the air, neither daring to speak.
After a long silence, Hoseok muttered, “Jimin’s coming tomorrow.”
Yoongi swore softly, his voice laced with frustration. “Fuck.”
They stared at the ceiling, knowing the clock was ticking on their borrowed time.
“Then let's fuck all night.”
Hoseok bit his lip, looking at Yoongi. “You're a sex addict.”
Yoongi laughed then moved closer, griping Hoseok's inner thigh. “Only for you. You drive me crazy.”
"Is that a good or bad thing?" Hoseok smirked.
Yoongi smiled. “Definitely a good thing.”
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Between Blood and Desire ~ YoonMinSeok
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