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SOPE-fic.5 : Naughty Boys

It was a Sunday morning, cIeaning day.

The day before everyone went out and had fun, drank a little, basically they just went back really late and the only ones that were sober were Seokjin and Yoongi. Being the oldest boys in their house, they took care of everyone and drove back when it was getting late. When they arrived, Yoongi pulled a sleepy Taehyung and a flirty Hoseok to their rooms, Jimin and Jungkook walked with wobbly legs using each other as support, having a pretty fun conversation as they laughed out loud, and Jin took a giggly Namjoon to bed. They had fun.

Yawning, Seokjin raised his body and stretched. He had to get up, it was 11:30 AM already and he was really hungry.

— Hyung, wake up, I bought breakfast...— Namjoon cracked the door open with a muffin and a cup of coffee on each hand.

— How sweet, come on in.— He pat a spot of the bed for Namjoon to sit, and with a cute smile he walked over after closing the door. His hair sticked up in various directions and Namjoon loved it, his Jinie was way too cute.

The elder took the muffin and gave it a huge bite, his eyes still closed with sleepiness. While he took the coffee Namjoon tried fixing his hair, smiling.

— Yah, how are you awake? You were a mess last night.—

— I don't know. The magic of sleep, I guess.— Namjoon said averting his eyes.

— You threw up, didn't you?— Jin sipped on his coffee

— Yeah. It was gross.— The rapper covered his mouth and Jin laughed.

— Aw, baby!— Namjoon blushed and looked away.

— Yah! Who put a damn red sock in the white clothing pile?— They heard an angry voice outside the room.

— Now my boxers are pink!— Jimin whined for everyone to hear. Jin looked at Namjoon and laughed loudly once again, the younger smiling back.

— They look cute though, that color suits you.— Taehyung said calmly giving him a brief look while holding a basket with his own basket of clean clothes.

— Still...— Jimin put the boxers back with the other pieces of now pink clothing and followed Taehyung to their shared room.

Jin and Namjoon hadn't noticed, but Yoongi wasn't in his bed, which was right next to them. He sleeps in a little ball, he cover himself completely with a thick blanket, so who would really notice his absence?

In the room right next to them, Yoongi had closed the blinds and locked the door. Hoseok thanked how loud his band mates were being, he could hear his own breathing and his whines being muffled by a thick headband.

Yoongi just loved using those, multiple times now he had used them to cover Hoseok's eyes or, much like right now, cover his mouth while getting his cock and or ass played with.

— How you feelin'?— Yoongi asked in a rough voice, pressing his lips against Hoseok's earlobe, the younger mumbled against the headband and spread his legs slightly, he felt his lover's hand sliding up to the tip of his erection and down to his entrance, moving his hips so the movement was quicker against the fabric of his briefs.

Hoseok turned his head Yoongi's way and felt himself fade, Yoongi's eyes were on him and his heart skipped a beat. The black haired boy breathed in and started kissing through Hoseok's naked torso.