SWEETHEART ➝ yoonseok (✔)

veinticinco (ending-ish)

hoseok inserted a skinny finger into yoongi's clenched hole, the elder hissing in return. he tugged against the leather, writhing and biting down on his thin bottom lip. hoseok was trying to make it as painless as possible, but all he could hear was yoongi grunting in discomfort, his breathing quickening.

but then- a gravelly moan left his lips. "f-fuck.. yeah, this feels fuckin' odd. can you put it in n-now?"
hoseok shook his head, pushing in another finger that made yoongi gasp again, gritting his teeth. "how the hell did you take me with no preparation, jesus- ngh, christ!"

once the other was satisfied with it, hoseok pulled away, his saliva leaving a string connected from his winking hole and fingers. he salivated once more, dripping it onto yoongi's arse and rubbing it against him.
he finally took his cock in hand, jerking it a few times before it had fully arisen.
"push your ass up in the air, hyung." hoseok murmured, watching how the male did so rather quickly.

and fuck, was the view gorgeous, he nearly came right there and then. his pink, pulsating hole was in full display, but it looked strangely lonely.
hoseok leaned in, sucking hickies against the back of his milky thighs, holding them in place whenever yoongi jerked too much. once they were littered around his legs and arse, hoseok positioned himself against his hyung, gripping his newly painted thighs in a bruising manner.

"ready, yoonie?"
"yes- no? maybe.. i dunno-"
hoseok pushed the tip into yoongi, and the elder dug his nails into the latter's biceps, his eyes shut tight. placing a kiss on his forehead, hoseok pushed a little more, and salty tears ran down yoongi's face. the boy paused, kissing the tears away and whispered encouragement into his ear.

"i-is that it? well, that was cool, we finished." yoongi managed to choke out through his tears.
"i'm waiting for you to adjust, stupid." hoseok said grufly, beginning to edge into him more, but slowly.
when he'd finally bottomed out, yoongi was sorely regretting not measuring hoseok's dick size.
"how fucking- hng- big are you?"
"nine."
"nine? you're bigger than me, shit!"
"what, how big are you?"
"eight point six.. can you move now?"
hoseok nodded, thrusting into yoongi steadily. the male let out a broken moan as he clenched around hoseok unknowingly, making the male hiss.

"relax, you're t-too tight. also- you're acting as if i've got a thanos cock or- or something. you're only off by a bit." hoseok bit his lip as he began to increase pace now, yoongi's hands flying towards the table, trying to grip something- anything. his nails scraped against the wood, pleasure bubbling through his entire body, racking his body with ecstatic shivers.

hoseok was picking up speed now, and each thrust ramming into his spot so delightfully that he couldn't help but squeak out strings of incoherent swears. his mind was buzzing, the air and hoseok smelt of sex and lust and there was a tightening around his stomach, begging to explode and be released.

and so yoongi did, his back concaving into a gorgeous arch, allowing hoseok to nudge himself deeper, breathy groans leaving his lips.
finally, he came into yoongi as his hips stuttered for a few seconds before stilling.

then-
"you're clean right? i don't wanna die of hiv y'know."

hoseok chuckled and nodded, pulling out halfway, watching at how yoongi's puckered asshole clenched around him, refusing to let go.
"cute."
"fuck you."
"just did, babe."

they glared at each other for a moment before bursting into spontaneous laughter, both clutching at their sides after a minute of them giggling their heads off.
"it wasn't- gasp- even that funny!"

"i guess we've just got a lame sense of humour."
"speak for yourself."

they continued their non-stop bickering until they got into hoseok's double bed, the two wincing when they sat down. yoongi glanced at hoseok's expression before his lips contorted into a wide grin, laughing again.

once they'd gotten comfortable, hoseok looked at the other, humming.
"yoongi?"
"hm?"
"i- i really.. i really, um, lo- like you."

pause.

"i really like you too, hoseokie. oh, and your ass, i can't get enough of that."
"you say that, but have you felt your ass?"
"no? my dick isn't that long. you should know."
"die."
"shiver me timbers."

"... what's wrong with you?"
"you want the long version or the 5 word version?"
"maybe later.. i'm tired."
"s'okay. good night, hobi."
"good night, hyung."

hoseok waited until yoongi fell asleep, and got up, creeping to the shower. he began to get ready and, once he finished, he took his flight ticket in one hand, his eyes shimmering with tears.

"good-bye, hyung. forget me. i beg. but i'll never forget you."

and he left.