without much thought, yoongi pushed hoseok against the piano, the keys playing noisily under the male's weight. they both cringed at the sudden, loud noise, but continued with their brisk fumbling of clothes; their actions mirroring that of a pubescent, horny teenager.
across from the grand piano was a table- a large, oak one at that. hoseok had never had sex on anything but a bed: but he welcomed the table eagerly, whilst his fingers clasped onto yoongi's zipper, bringing it down.
"before, you couldn't even look me in the eyes, hoseok-ah. now you're initiating everything? where's the shy doctor i knew?" yoongi teased, a grin flicking his mouth upwards into that smile that hoseok had grown to adore.
"shut up and kiss me, yeah? a whole 2 months i've waited for this." hoseok replied huffily. it was true. the past weeks had been cruel to him- being so close to yoongi yet not allowed to touch him in any way. the doctors advised not to partake in any physical, laborious activities, as it could potentially open the wound in yoongi's skull. 2 long, aching months and finally, he was getting what he so desperately wanted.
perhaps it was the fact that yoongi's dick was big. maybe it was because he could go on for much longer than the other people he'd had sex with- but one thing was for sure. he'd never felt so pent up in his whole life, and now that the time had come, he was quite literally going feral with the need to fuck.
"poor princess. missed my cock, huh? tell me how much you missed it, bitch, i wanna hear you beg for it." hoseok rolled his eyes, his nose crinkling up as he brought yoongi into another, bold kiss.
"that's so old, hyung.. so predictable. do you think you're scaring me with big words?" he asked cockily, smiling as yoongi's eyes darkened into a frown. he was easily taking the bait. the elder took his belt, threading the end through the buckle slowly. hoseok's smile dropped into a frown in confusion.
then, yoongi looped it around his neck, yanking it forward so that it wrapped nicely around hoseok's throat- essentially blocking his airpipe. the boy fell back, his spine hitting the table, causing a hiss of pain to leave his mouth. "when i tell you to do something, you do it, you fucking brat. it can go both ways- I'll fuck you the way you want me to, or I'll leave your hole in the shape of my fuckin' cock. though you'd like both, wouldn't you, you filthy whore." yoongi's voice was soft, nothing like the words his mouth spewed. and hoseok loved it. he shivered as the vulgar words resonated in his head, promising of the pleasure to come.
"'m sorry hyung- ah!" he yelped as yoongi easily flipped him onto his stomach, gasping for air when then belt restricted his breathing. the other hummed, loosening the tightness a fraction. his eyes lingered on the small mark he'd left on hoseok's throat before running down to the end of hoseok's large dress shirt. he lifted it up- and his jaw dropped.
hoseok was wearing a fucking harness and fishnets.
how the hell hadn't he noticed?
he blinked, speechless. hoseok could feel the latter's eyes burning holes into the sudden outfit revelation. "don't like it, yoonie? i have one in baby blue if you prefer." hoseok's smirk tied with his tone- yoongi didn't have to look at him to see it.
"you little slut... wonder what your dad would say now, giving yourself in so easily to the enemy." yoongi traced the fabric's design delicately before planting his hand down onto the soft skin. the way it moved before turning a beautiful colour made yoongi want to take hoseok there and then.
but he knew better than to give into hoseok's antics.
he grasped at hoseok's asscheeks once more, hearing a little squeak come from the other, before bending down to kiss it, laying down a bright hickey right in the middle of the hand-print. his free hand opened the cheeks wider, giving access to his pink, pluckered hole.
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SWEETHEART ➝ yoonseok (✔)
De Todo"why do you keep on getting so many wounds?" "you wouldn't like to know, sweetheart."
