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SOPE-fic.3 : BBJ (Bathroom Blow Job)

Hoseok saw himself again and again in the bathroom mirror, trying to get out of his mind for a moment his beloved Hyung. Yoongi dared to do the nastiest stuff. Right now he had to go out and face the world for a photoshoot, his thoughts had to wait. He stared at the sink drain as his mind recalled the erotic scene that fiercely awakened his libido as it had never done before. He looked so good in leather too.

— Are you ready?— A voice from the door startled Hoseok. It was Yoongi. It's just as if he had called him with his mind. — Great.— His tone was calm and gentle as always, who would believe it belonged to the same person that made him moan nonsense, nonstop, almost every night. — Uh ... Yeah, I just- — Yoongi kept moving towards him, making him feel a pressure in his stomach and take a few steps back.

— It's okay, no one has noticed our absence yet.—

— Yoongi this is literally our photoshoot,— Suddenly, Yoongi pushed him impetuously into one of the cubicles with a smirk on his face, closing the door behind him. He felt the desperate breath of Hoseok softly against his lips. Slowly, the older man took one of his hands to his band mate neck as he slid his tongue between his lips. The more intense the kiss turned, the more intense the constriction in his neck. It was difficult for Hoseok to breathe as he let himself be kissed. The right amount of pressure felt surreal in his head.

The elder began to move his hands between the legs of the younger on his already awake, happy cock. Hoseok gasped incessantly, giving soft moans from time to time. Yoongi took his hands off his neck to replace them with kisses and bites, undoing the other boy's belt.

Yoongi knew he had Hoseok at his mercy and was taking advantage of it. He slid his hand inside Hoseok's underwear and took his cock in his hands. The elder kneeled with his eyes not leaving Hoseok's. He started by licking the tip and making circles with one of his fingers on top of it, making the younger one groan anxiously.

— You like that?— Hoseok couldn't do anything but nod, drowned in intelligible stuttering. — Tell me what you want, come on, use your words.— A grin of superiority formed on his Hyung's face.

— P-please, suck me off, Hyung...—

Hoseok felt Yoongi's wet mouth hug his dick and instinctively slightly rocked his hips. The black haired boy stretched his arm to his partner's face and thrusted two of his fingers into his mouth, letting Hoseok suck on them and play with his tongue. While bobbing his head he began to touch Hoseok's entrance, rubbing slowly and harshly to finally, introduce his middle finger completely with rhythmic movements that, combined with his mouth, made Hoseok feel overwhelmed.

A crack followed by a voice interrupted the boys.

— Hobi?— It was Namjoon.

— W-What? What is it?— Hoseok turned towards his lover as if he was looking for an answer or a way to escape the situation. Yoongi slowed down and motioned him to be quiet, but it was hard for him not to succumb to pleasure and moan uncontrollably, curse Yoongi's skillful tongue.

— Are you okay? We have to start the photoshoot.— Hoseok was shaking, trying to take back some clarity in his head and air to answer.

— Yeah, I'm coming.— He smiled at his own comment. He really was about to cum.

— Are you sure you're okay?— Namjoon insisted. Yoongi seemed to want to see him suffer when he began to "experiment" with his tongue on Hoseok's cock, his smile fading.

— Uh...Yes...— Hoseok moaned. Even if Namjoon noticed the weird tone in his voice, he preferred not to insist and went out the bathroom door, still worried about him.

Just when he heard the door close again, Hoseok could no longer contain himself, closing his eyes and biting his lip, without even feeling anything other than the pleasure that was provided by Yoongi's mouth. The only thing that sounded in the bathroom was the panting and moans that the boy let out, already at his limit. All the sensations began to pile up and consume him from below his abdomen, his legs trembled and the world felt so distant to them, the two had their own dirty little secret. (Or so it seemed to them.)

Yoongi took his cock out of his mouth with a filthy slurp. — What do you want?— Hoseok, barely there, couldn't think of nothing else but their situation and how ridiculous it would be for Namjoon to know he was talking to someone with a finger up his ass.

— Hyung... Make me, let me cum in your mouth...—

Yoongi smiled and resumed his activities, pumping Hoseok's length quickly once more with his tongue stuck to the tip. Hoseok's looked at Yoongi with half lidded eyes, his lips parted. He came with a long, raspy groan, the older boy let his lover's load leak into his mouth and tried his best to swallow it, he was getting used to the taste.

It was all over. Hoseok recovered, panting, leaning against one of the dividing walls of the cubicle, moving his hair out of his face, cleaning himself and pulling up his pants. Yoongi got up, went out to drink water from the sink and gave himself a look in the mirror.

— Is your makeup okay?— Hoseok smiled, walking behind him. His cheeks were tinted a rosy red.

— Everything's how it should be, I guess...— Yoongi turned around and looked at his boyfriend once more, leaning into the sink. — Gimme a kiss.—

— Ew.— Hoseok made a face while putting his arms around Yoongi's neck, the elder chuckled.

— Don't be mean, it's you own cum.—

— Gross! Don't say it out loud!— Hoseok laughed before giving him a sweet kiss, it really didn't matter.

They separated and Yoongi walked towards the door, stopping and turning once more to the taller boy.

— See you out there, sunshine.— Winked, and left.

Hoseok blushed, — Fuck, he's being all cool and shit. I'm so whipped, it's not even funny.—

And so, he walked out and faced the real world.

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