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Huit ❣️

As the morning sun slipped through the curtains, warm rays caressed the boy’s face, pulling a soft groan from his lips. He turned away, trying to escape the light, only to be met with something solid—another body.

Slowly, he cracked his eyes open, a sleepy smile forming as he took in the sight before him. The boy beside him lay peaceful, an arm draped possessively around his waist.

Jimin’s heart swelled as he reached out, tracing delicate fingers along the other’s features before gently caressing his cheek.

At the soft touch, the sleeping boy stirred, his lashes fluttering as he slowly opened his eyes. When he saw Jimin watching him, he chuckled, voice husky from sleep.

“Morning, Jiminie.”

Jimin giggled, wrapping his arms around the other’s neck and nestling his face against his chest.

“Morning,” he whispered back.

The older boy sighed, hesitation flickering in his expression. “Baby... we should tell the others, shouldn’t we?”

Jimin’s eyes widened, caught off guard. Before he could respond, the boy cupped his face, brushing their noses together with a reassuring smile.

“They deserve to know.”

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Hoseok sighed for what felt like the hundredth time, letting his head fall back against the couch. His eyes drifted across the room before settling on Yoongi, who sat on the bed, scribbling in his notebook—probably song ideas, as he’d mentioned earlier.

Everyone else had gone to the beach, eager to swim and explore the ocean, but Hoseok had declined. He wasn’t exactly fond of unfamiliar things, and the idea of sea creatures swimming around his legs? No, thank you.

Yoongi had stayed behind, too, claiming inspiration had struck, and he didn’t want to lose his ideas. Now, he sat there, focused, while Hoseok sat there... bored out of his mind.

“Yoongiiiii~” Hoseok whined, dragging out his name as he got up and sauntered over to the bed.

Yoongi hummed in acknowledgment but kept writing.

Hoseok huffed. Before Yoongi could react, he snatched the notebook from his hands and climbed onto his lap, straddling him with a pout.

Yoongi blinked up at him, momentarily stunned. “What are you doing, Hoseok?”

Hoseok leaned over to set the notebook on the nightstand before settling back down, wrapping his arms around Yoongi’s neck.

“Give me some attention,” he murmured, resting his head on Yoongi’s shoulder.

Yoongi exhaled, but his arms instinctively circled Hoseok’s waist, pulling him close until there was no space between them.

“What do you want, baby?” he asked, fingers tracing soft patterns along Hoseok’s back.

Hoseok pulled back just enough to meet his gaze, a teasing smile curving his lips. “Make love to me…”

The way he whispered it, breath warm against Yoongi’s lips, sent a spark straight through the older man’s body. A smirk tugged at Yoongi’s mouth. His hand slid down, gripping Hoseok’s ass before delivering a sharp slap—not hard enough to hurt, just enough to tease.

Hoseok gasped, back arching slightly as a thrill shot through him.

Yoongi chuckled, soothing his palm over the spot he had just smacked before gripping the back of Hoseok’s neck, pulling him into a slow, deep kiss. Their lips moved together, gentle at first, but the heat built quickly. The kiss grew hungrier, open-mouthed and desperate, tongues tangling as Hoseok tightened his arms around Yoongi, pressing their bodies impossibly closer.

With a swift motion, Yoongi flipped their positions, pinning Hoseok beneath him. He grabbed both of Hoseok’s wrists, holding them above his head as he trailed kisses from his lips, down his jaw, and to the soft skin of his neck.

Hoseok whimpered when Yoongi’s teeth grazed over his pulse point, his body already aching for more. Clothes were becoming unbearable, too restricting, too, in the way.

“Yoongi…” he whined.

Yoongi just chuckled, knowing exactly what his baby wanted. He made quick work of their shirts, tossing them aside before his lips returned to Hoseok’s skin, trailing lower, nipping at his collarbone before catching a nipple between his teeth.

Hoseok’s back arched off the bed, fingers tangling in Yoongi’s mint-colored hair as his lips parted in a shaky moan.

The older man smirked, pleased with the reaction, before making his way further down. When he settled between Hoseok’s legs, he paused, looking up. Hoseok’s chest rose and fell rapidly, his face flushed, lips parted, anticipation swimming in his eyes.

Yoongi held his gaze as he hooked his fingers into the waistband of Hoseok’s pants and pulled them off, boxers along with them.

The sudden exposure sent a shiver through Hoseok’s body, his breath hitching. His own hand found its way to his mouth, biting down in an attempt to muffle his moans.

Yoongi frowned, grabbing his wrist and pulling it away. He pressed a kiss to the faint teeth marks.

“Don’t do that,” he murmured. “I want to hear you.”

Hoseok barely had a moment to process that before Yoongi’s lips were on his inner thighs, biting, sucking, leaving marks that would bloom beautifully later.

Two fingers pressed against his lips. Hoseok opened his mouth instinctively, letting Yoongi slip them inside, his tongue swirling around them, coating them in saliva.

Yoongi watched him, eyes darkening at the sight before pulling his fingers away. A thin string of saliva broke between them.

“Good boy,” Yoongi praised, his voice thick.

He repositioned Hoseok, kissing him deeply to distract him as he pressed the first slicked finger inside.

Hoseok moaned into Yoongi’s mouth, gripping his shoulders tightly as his body adjusted. Soon, one finger became two, stretching him, scissoring, preparing him.

When Yoongi pulled his fingers away, he didn’t waste time. He pressed their foreheads together, intertwining their hands. A silent reassurance.

Hoseok squeezed his fingers.

Yoongi kissed his damp forehead before thrusting in with one smooth motion.

Hoseok cried out, his nails digging into Yoongi’s back.

“Going slow would hurt more,” Yoongi murmured, voice strained as he forced himself to stay still, giving Hoseok time to adjust.

When Hoseok finally nodded, Yoongi pulled back slightly before thrusting in again, gradually building a steady rhythm.

Hoseok wrapped his arms around Yoongi’s neck, pulling him closer, kissing him desperately as the pleasure mounted.

“Yoongi—ah! So close—”

Yoongi groaned against his lips. “Me too, baby.”

His movements quickened, deepened, each thrust pushing them closer to the edge.

The room filled with the sound of skin against skin, ragged breathing, and the creaking of the bed.

With a final, broken moan, Hoseok tensed beneath him, pleasure crashing over him as he spilled between them, chest heaving.

The sight alone was enough to push Yoongi over the edge. With a deep groan, he buried himself inside one last time, releasing with a shudder.

They stayed like that for a moment, tangled in each other, catching their breath.

Then Yoongi pulled out carefully, flopping beside Hoseok, still panting.

They turned to face each other, both exhausted, both smiling. Yoongi let out a soft chuckle before reaching over to pull Hoseok against him, not caring about the sweat, the mess—just needing him close.

Hoseok hummed contentedly, snuggling into his chest.

Within minutes, they were both asleep, limbs tangled, hearts still racing in sync.