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SOPE-fic.4 : First Timers

— Are you sure about this?—

— Really, it's okay.—

— I don't know. Maybe we can wait a little more? I mean,—

— No.—

Yoongi looked into Hoseok's bright eyes with a love, he had been waiting for this moment for what felt like years. He was over exaggerating, of course, maybe he waited for three or four weeks since he asked to do more to Hoseok than just kiss him.

— I don't want to hurt you. It's your first time, I've never been with boys and I never thought I would but I just happened to fall in love with a beautiful one and I read a lot about how to do all this but still I-

The younger suddenly put his hands against his lover's chest, — Min Yoongi, I don't care.—.

Hoseok's cheeks and ears where tinted a slight red and his flustered expression made Yoongi happy.

Butterflies were an understatement. He was feeling fucking airplanes.

Yoongi smiled a bit before assuming Hoseok wasn't gonna let him go today and came closer, his slender fingers playing with the ripped fabric of Hoseok's jeans, the younger flinching at the new feeling Yoongi's touch was. He got his arms behind and supported his torso, watching how Yoongi's hands moved along his thighs, he slowly opened them as his boyfriend's hand got closer to his most private part for the first time.

He was hard. Really hard.

— Hyung-

His lips were sealed by a sweet kiss. Yoongi had gotten himself on top of the slightly taller boy, their hips touching with one another, Hoseok moaned against Yoongi's lips as the older rubbed the bulge of his pants against his own.

Yoongi's cologne made Hoseok feel drunk, the soft kisses on his jawline and neck made him frown and whine. He was a bit rough, but Hoseok liked it.

A hand caressed its way down Hoseok's torso, soon to reach the band of his boxers, Yoongi undid and unzipped the jeans and stopped. He separated the kiss and looked at Hoseok's face once more. His lips reddened and slightly parted, his hair too looked a hot mess.

— Hyung... don't stop. Touch me more, please.—

His hand took a hold on Yoongi's wrist, he had gotten his hand inside Hoseok's underwear and started moving it up and down, awfully slow. Hoseok shamelessly moaned and called out the older boy's name.

—What do you want? Tell Hyung what you need.— The elder talked lowly against his ear, hot breath and moist lips. Hoseok felt like he was melting.

— Ngh- Yoongi,— The movement became harsher and Yoongi had started touching his chest experimentally. Hoseok's mind was elsewhere, never would he have imagined his nipples would be this sensitive, the dancer felt his skin burn.

The older sat between the bottom boy's legs and held it's waist, sighing. Hoseok whined, trembling at the loss of warmth.