Finding Bottom

Control [M M M]

Yoongi POV

When I finally woke up, my body was stiff from sleeping in the same position on a hotel bed for so long. My naked body plus the body heat next to me should have been confirmation enough, but I had to turn my face to the side, making sure it wasn't a dream, making sure Angel was still there.

He was asleep and looked so sweet and cute. The sheet was gathered around his waist, exposing his chest – the same beautiful, sexy chest I had not only dreamt of, but also painted numerous times. His leg was flung outside of the bedding, hanging off the bed, and his arms were thrown up over his head. His hair was messy and sticking up in all directions, his puffy lips formed into a pouty frown. I wanted to kiss those lips so badly but didn't want to wake him. Instead, I slowly started pulling away from him, successfully sliding out of the bed without disturbing him.

The curtains were drawn, and the room was completely dark, but I was eventually able to find my underwear and phone and was surprised to discover it was already afternoon. I smiled broadly remembering our activities the previous evening, including him asking me to be his boyfriend. I knew Hoseok would want to know ASAP.

Y: Hoe!

H: Seriously?

Y: I'm with Angel

H: Ohhhh! How's it going?

Y: Perfect
Y: No
Y: What's better than perfect?

H: What happened?
H: Why so perfect?

Y: He asked me to be his boyfriend
Y: ...
Y: Bro stop screaming. I can hear you from here

H: OhmygodI'msoexcitedGivemeallthedetails

Y: When I get back we'll talk. Just wanted to share my happiness
Y: Plus I know you'd kill me if I waited to tell you

H: AAAAAA
H: I can't wait until tomorrow!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I checked some things on my phone, played some games, brushed my teeth, put Angel's shirt on, and got so bored watching Angel sleep that I decided to crawl back in bed with him. I lifted the covers and snuggled into his side, pressing my cool skin against him, causing him to grunt and grumble a bit. I started kissing his face, leaving little pecks, wanting him to wake up, but trying to rouse him gently.

"If you don't stop, I'm going to hit you." Angel mumbled out.

I responded, "You'd never." And continued to leave little kisses, starting to trail them down his neck.

He quickly flipped us so that I was under him and put his face in my neck. "Your punishment should be that you have to smell my morning breath, but I'll spare you...just this once. Consider it your warning." Then he nipped my neck before getting up, still naked.

I took my time watching him bend over to retrieve his underwear before he walked naked into the bathroom. He ass looked fantastic, and I started envisioning more paintings, naked paintings of him...the possibilities. Before I got too carried away, I yelled into the bathroom, "OK, so it's established that you are not a morning person. Or actually, not an afternoon person." I opened the room curtains, letting the light flood in as I unbuttoned his shirt, knowing I should get changed soon.

He came out, looking even cuter if possible, his eyes wide, only in his underwear, the free hotel toothbrush hanging out of his mouth, foamy toothpaste forming a ring around his lips, dripping down the side. "Aferoo?" he questioned.

And after a beat, I nodded my head. "Yeah, it's already 2 in the afternoon."

"Oogo." He whined through his toothpaste, going back into the bathroom and coming out a minute later with a towel, drying his face. "Yoongi, why didn't you wake me up earlier? How could you just let me sleep like that? You're only here for another day!" he whine-yelled at me.