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Another boring day filled with serving rich men with cigar smoke clinging to their clothing, woman with simpering voices and pearls wrapped around their necks, and snot nosed kids who screamed and cried if they didn’t get their way. Min Yoongi was really living the dream.
Yoongi sighed and then quickly corrected himself when an elderly lady with gems in her perm walked past, returning her smile but then dropping it as soon as she was out of view and slumping back over the trolley he was pushing. The very trolley that had food he was supposed to be delivering to one of the top floors instead of mulling around, and also the food that was meant to be delivered within a half hour otherwise he would probably be yelled at again.
“Room 997.” Yoongi murmured to himself as he pushed his trolley into the elevator, pressing the floor number associated with the room number before settling back against the wall with his arms crossed and then frowned when he had to shift because his uniform jacket was so tight, not to mention how the hat they were supposed to wear was making his head itch. As he leant against the wall Yoongi tried to remember what the rooms were like on the top floors, as usually there’s two penthouse suits to one floor, but on the higher floors it changes to one on each floor. Namely this room. “Another rich asshole.”
Finally the elevator dinged and Yoongi straightened up, fixing the white gloves he has to wear on his hands before beginning to push the trolley out of the elevator when the doors are opened enough. The first thing he hears when he steps into the room is rap music, and it sounds like Epik High, but it’s too low for Yoongi to hear properly.
“Room service!” Yoongi calls as he looks up, eyes sliding across the room to try and find the person who had booked this room. “For a Mr. Jung-“He begins to say, but doesn’t get very far when his gaze falls onto, who he assumed was, Mr. Jung.
“Ah!” The guy yells, but Yoongi barely hears because suddenly he’s unable to stop staring.
He’s naked. There’s tanned skin on display that keeps going for miles, a curved back with shoulder blades that shift and back muscles that move when the guy turns to look at him, but not before Yoongi gets a good looking at Mr. Jung’s tight looking butt. And now, now that he’s turned around and is opening his mouth to speak, Yoongi is greeted by the sight of a flat stomach and narrow hips covered by perfect looking skin. Slightly protuding hip bones and a deep V line that leads down and down and now its Yoongi who’s turning bright red when he realises that this guy isn’t wearing a towel and Yoongi is looking right at his dick.
A very thick, pretty looking, dick that makes Yoongi’s own twitch in his black pants.
“S- sorry!” Yoongi stammers when what he’s doing catches up with him and he quickly looks up to meet the guys face, kind of shocked to see how he doesn’t look as shocked when he had just been walked in on naked. “I didn’t mean to walk in on you naked.”
“It’s okay,” The guys saying and now he’s reaching up to rub the back of his neck, and Yoongi has to physically keep his gaze up when it makes the guys subtle muscles shift under his golden skin. “Hang on, I’ll just go find a towel or something.” He adds and then he’s turning away to walk into, what Yoongi assumes, is the bedroom but he’s walking so slow and moving his hips as he walks that Yoongi can tell the guy is putting on a show.
With the guy gone and Yoongi left behind the blond has a quick scan of the room, noting how clean it looked and mentally praising the people staying in this room because that meant he wouldn’t have to clean later, when the man he had just walked in on naked came back through the bedroom door in just a pair of low slung slacks that showcased his hips and flat stomach nicely.
“I’m Jung Hoseok by the way.” The brunet is offering and his smile is so wide Yoongi’s taken aback a little, responding a little too late with his own half smile and getting a strange look back. There was just something about the brunet’s smile, how it was so wide and how it made his eyes crunch up that made Yoongi’s heart stutter and he briefly thought about rapping about it before remembering that he never rapped about shit like that.
“Uh, Min Yoongi.” The blond offers, despite wearing a name tag, and once again it’s a little too slow for the conversation to flow easily, the blond cursing quietly to himself for it.
“Anyway,” Yoongi clears his throat, turning his gaze to the covered food on his trolley. “I have the food you ordered here, Mr. Jung. Where do you want it?” It’s not till the words have left his lips that Yoongi realizes the implications of what he had just said, but somehow keeps himself from turning red. Although he now keeps his gaze on his own hands, not trusting himself to look at Hoseok.
It seems like Hoseok’s thinking the same thing though because when he speaks up there’s a definite smirk playing on his lips, not that Yoongi sees it when he looks up because the brunet quickly drops it. “Just leave it on the trolley.” The brunet says, his voice low and husky and Yoongi nods before quickly moving just so that he wouldn’t freaking jump this guy. “And please don’t call me Mr. Jung. That’s my father, not me.”
“Oh?” Yoongi asks as he leans against said trolley, raising his eyebrows even though Hoseok couldn’t see him as he had his back to him. “What should I call you then?”
“Hoseok,” The brunet says but suddenly it’s so much closer, almost right in Yoongi’s ear and he turns to find Hoseok right there, his hand outstretched and his fingers barely tracing along the waistband of the blonde’s pants and although it was barely there Yoongi swore he could acutely feel it. “Just call me Hoseok.”
Yoongi nods and moves just enough that Hoseok’s fingers fall away, but the blonde doesn’t miss the way the brunet’s face drops for a second when he catches sight of it as he turns to continue putting the food on the kitchen table, the thick wood shining from the suspended lights above it.
“If that’s all I’ll go now,” Yoongi says politely. He hates being so polite to guests, because he’s hardly ever polite himself and generally says things as he sees them, but unless he wanted to lose his job he had to be. At his words Hoseok’s lips twitch up, and Yoongi’s dick twitches in his pants again.
“No, that’s not all,” Hoseok steps in as he speaks again, his voice a mere whisper but Yoongi hears every syllable, his hand once again tracing the blonde’s hip. “I think you can help me a little more, Yoongi.”
Yoongi’s so tempted to push Hoseok away but his bodies arching into the touch, silently urging the brunet to step closer and so Hoseok does. Now he’s pushing back Yoongi’s hair with his other hand, fingers tracing along the shell of Yoongi’s ear and tugging on his earlobe before following the line of his jaw, hand stilling when it presses against his neck and all Yoongi can do is bring his own hands up to rest on Hoseok’s waist to keep himself from falling.
He’s never usually like this. Yoongi’s normally the one whose pulling others close, stepping into their space and pressing pretty bruises into their skin but when Hoseok steps closer yet the blond folds into his chest, looking up to find the brunet’s gaze on his own open mouth and Yoongi knows what’s coming next.
Hoseok leans down slowly and Yoongi knows he’s doing it to make sure the blond wants this. Yoongi tilts his head towards the brunet so slowly and their noses bump and brush against each other, letting Hoseok know that he does want this by pressing his fingers into the brunet’s narrow hips, revelling in the warmth of Hoseok’s skin.
When Hoseok’s lips finally touch Yoongi’s it’s soft and gentle, the brunet’s breath is fanning across the space between them and the blond encourages him by pulling him closer, curling himself into the taller mans’ chest. It’s not till Hoseok licks across his lips that Yoongi moans and pushes himself closer, deepening his kiss as his blood begins to boil under his skin. It’s been so long since he had been intimate, and his body was all too eager to get started.
Instead of pulling Yoongi towards the bedroom where it’s sure to be more comfortable Hoseok pushes him back so that the blond’s lower back hits the dark wood of the table, sliding his tanned hands up the outside of the Yoongi’s thighs before wrapping themselves underneath them and roughly lifting the blond the bare minimum onto the table. With the sudden movement Yoongi’s stupid hat falls off somewhere, but the blond can’t find a second to care with the way Hoseok was mad handling him.
Yoongi barely gets a chance to right himself before Hoseok’s hands are on his knees, fingers curled and pressing so hard into the blond’s skin through his pants that there’s definitely going to be bruises there tomorrow, stepping in- between Yoongi’s legs to grind their lower halves together at which the blond gasped against Hoseok’s lips because he didn’t realize till now how achingly hard he was. Hoseok groans in his ear when he breaks away and Yoongi lolls his head back to allow the brunet full access, hands going from where they had been clenched by his own sides to Hoseok’s hips, pressing his fingers against the delightfully warm skin and the start of sharp hip bones that weren’t hidden or marred by any fabric.
Hoseok’s own hands fumble at the buttons on Yoongi’s blazer for a mere second before he undoes the five in succession, and Yoongi grins when Hoseok’s hands go to the blond’s shoulders to hurriedly push off his blazer, Yoongi joining in to pull it off his arms and over his hands before throwing it away, not giving a single fuck right now if the fabric gets crumpled, before returning his hands to Hoseok’s warm skin.
It’s far too hot by this point to still be in any kind of clothing, let alone his work uniform, but Yoongi’s halfway towards reaching for his tie when Hoseok intercepts his fingers and does it himself. He yanks Yoongi’s tie off in one fluid moment, never mind that it takes Yoongi a couple of goes after work to get the damn thing off himself, yanking it off and throwing it away and at the same time Hoseok hurriedly undoes the rest of the buttons of Yoongi’s white shirt too before pulling it off of his frame roughly, letting it drop somewhere neither of them pay much attention too.
Yoongi expects Hoseok’s hands to go back to where they were before, curling against the blond’s hips a way that makes Yoongi shift on the table, but instead they drop to the heavy belt he’s wearing and those damn fingers make easy work of that too, sliding the smooth leather away from the silver metal till it was completely undone.
The brunet turns to biting along his neck harshly as he now goes for Yoongi’s zipper, and the blond arches into the delicious feeling of Hoseok’s fingers passing over his erection as the brunet peels his pants apart and pushes his hand inside.
Hoseok chuckles in his ear, biting along the shell. “Someone’s a little eager,” He mutters. “Eh, Yoongi?”
“Shut up,” Yoongi bites back as he arches into Hoseok’s touch, his body feeling like it was about to combust when Hoseok panged the waistband of his underwear and then pushes his fingertips under the elastic and brushes against the outline of Yoongi’s hard member, the blond’s hands coming up to clench into the skin of Hoseok’s shoulder blades and rolls into the touch. “God Hoseok, just shut up.”
Hoseok’s smile reaches from ear to ear when he pulls away, knocking Yoongi’s hands from his shoulder blades as he kneels down and it only takes a split second for the blond to go from confused to eager when Hoseok licks across the outline of his erection through his boxer briefs.
“Fuck.” Yoongi hisses as he arches into Hoseok’s hard body, groaning when he feels the brunet’s erection through his jeans against his hip, wordlessly asking for Hoseok to go faster and the brunet complies without a second thought, hands reaching into Yoongi’s underwear to pull out his aching member.
Without another word Hoseok leans in to wrap his pretty pink lips around the head of Yoongi’s member and fuck, it’s so tight and warm that the blond flicks his hips into it only to groan in frustration when Hoseok pulls away, his lips stretched into a wide smile.
“Slow.” Hoseok murmurs as he uses gently flicks over Yoongi’s waistband, smiling coyly from under his eyelashes until the blond gets the hint and arches his hips to help Hoseok pull his work pants over his ass and down his thighs. The scratchy material sent shivers down Yoongi’s spine and makes goosebumps speckle over the blond’s body, something that’s coupled by Hoseok using his nails to scratch pink lines down Yoongi’s fair skin.
Yoongi’s pants are pulled off fairly quickly, and somewhere in the mix his underwear come off too, they have to pause to pull of the blond’s shoes which are dropped to the tiled floor, and are thrown to the side which leaves Yoongi in just his socks.
With a smirk and a wink that makes Yoongi want to hit Hoseok around the head the brunet leans in once more to lick along the blond’s member, and Yoongi quickly settles for curling his fingers into the strands of Hoseok’s hair instead so that he can force him down, surprised when the brunet takes it like it’s nothing and slips Yoongi’s member into his mouth.
Yoongi’s fingers scratch into Hoseok’s scalp as the brunet takes him deep, flexible tongue wrapping around the blond in such a way that just makes Yoongi want to let get of everything but also want to hold onto the feeling for as long as he could. There was no effort on Hoseok’s part when his nose pressed against Yoongi’s pelvis, opening his throat as well as he could as well as humming and Yoongi flicked his hips up into the blond’s welcoming throat, fucking Hoseok’s mouth in time with the brunet’s bobbing.
The blond lolls his head back at the feeling and lets his mouth gape open, staring, but not seeing, at the roof above him as he pulls Hoseok down further. Yoongi feels it when his mouth hits Hoseok’s throat, wondering briefly if the man even had a gag reflex but was quickly distracted when Hoseok brought his free hand up to pinch at Yoongi’s inner thigh hard enough to leave small purple patches.
At this angle it’s impossible for them to go any further and so Hoseok stands up suddenly, pulling off of Yoongi’s member with a ‘pop’ that makes the blond groan and clutch at his shoulders to get the brunet to come back. Instead Hoseok just smiles like nothing’s wrong, like its’ okay to leave Yoongi just hanging there, and reaches into the pocket of his jeans.
What he pulls out has Yoongi grinning slyly as he leans back to rest on his elbows, watching with narrowed eyes as Hoseok uncaps the strawberry lube to spread a fair amount on his fingers before leaving it on the table next to Yoongi’s hips as he kneels again. It must be harsh on his knees to kneel like that, but Hoseok doesn’t seem to be complaining as he leans forwards and slowly trails his pointer finger from Yoongi’s testicles to his twitching hole, tickling across the blond’s perineum in a way that makes Yoongi shift.
Yoongi’s member is spit slick where it rests against his stomach, the flushed head a shocking pink against his white skin. He reaches down to lazily stroke it, drawing his thumb over the weeping head to collect the pre- cum there just as Hoseok tentatively pushes his finger inside of him and Yoongi’s hand stills in favour for his free hand to fly out and clench onto Hoseok’s shoulder, a groan rattling up and out of the blond’s throat.
As Hoseok pressed a curious finger inside of him Yoongi bit down on his lip, not daring to move as the brunet carefully pushed till his finger was fully inside. It had been a while so Yoongi knew they’d have to go kind of slow, despite how fast they had been going up till now. Silently Hoseok stands so that Yoongi can lean into him, surrounding him with the intoxicating scent of the millionaire’s sons’ bare skin.
Hoseok leans in to kiss Yoongi, all soft lips and gentle sighs that make shivers go down the blond’s spine. He arches into the touch as his arms come up to circle Hoseok’s neck, fingers digging into the brunet’s bare skin when Hoseok pushes another finger in and Yoongi has to pull away briefly to press his face into the crook of Hoseok’s neck.
“Ah shit, Hoseok,” He breaths when Hoseok curls his finger in just the right way that has him raising his hips, delicious sparks shooting down his spine as he presses his spit slick lips to the brunet’s neck. “Fuck!” Adds the blond when Hoseok turns his own head to bite into Yoongi’s neck hard enough to leave teeth marks, hard enough to leave pretty red and purple and black bruises that look like flowers stretching across a pale canvas.
As Hoseok works into him all Yoongi can do is gasp against the millionaires sons’ neck, canting his hips into the gentle thrusting that’s more for getting him properly prepped than pleasure. It’s not till Hoseok’s got three fingers inside of him, just starting to push the forth and fuck, Hoseok thinks, the blond still manages to be so fucking tight, when Yoongi starts to get impatient.
“Hurry,” Yoongi hisses, pulling away so that he can instead look Hoseok in the eye instead of having his face pressed into the column of the brunet’s neck. “Jesus fucking Christ, Hoseok! I’m not some girl just fucking hurry up!”
“Okay, Okay.” Hoseok coos, soothing across the heated skin of Yoongi’s hip and dipping his fingers into the dent just above his narrow hip bones, his white teeth shining as his lips pull apart into a smile. Slowly, just to tease Yoongi and the blond notices because he growls and tips his head to nip across Hoseok’s chin, Hoseok undoes the top button of his own jeans and pulls them down his hips and Yoongi moans again when the sees that the brunet has gone commando underneath them. It doesn’t take very long for Hoseok to take them completely off, he’s pretty desperate too by the looks of it and that simple thought makes Yoongi smirk for once, before he throws them away somewhere and moves to stand in between Yoongi’s thighs once more.
Hoseok reaches out his hand and goes back for the lube, keeping eye contact with Yoongi as he pops open the cap.
As he settles across the table, legs spread till Hoseok could settle between them where he belongs, Yoongi watches with feline eyes as Hoseok smears some lube on his hard member and impatiently throws it aside before he’s coming to stand against the table, the pink head of his manhood just pressing so simply against Yoongi’s pink hole.
Yoongi hooks his legs around Hoseok’s feet, feet digging into the brunet’s butt to force him closer and now there was no pause as Hoseok slid into him with ease, Yoongi’s body sucking him in till all of the brunet’s member had disappeared and the blond had to clutch to onto Hoseok, fingers digging into the millionaire’s sons’ biceps, because fuck, he hadn’t felt this full in ages.
Hoseok leans forwards so that their foreheads were pressing together, both men panting against each other’s lips as the brunet kept as still as possible because if he moved he might blow his load right then and there. Yoongi, however, had other ideas and was soon digging his feet into Hoseok’s butt in a desperate attempt to get him to move now.
“God damnit Hoseok! Move!” He swears and Hoseok doesn’t need any more of an invitation than that.
The brunet thrusts into him so hard that Yoongi loses balance on the table, he had been using his hand to prop him up but seeing as it was slippery with sweat it just slid out from underneath himself, but the blond quickly pushed back as he let out a string of moans and curses at the feeling of Hoseok pushing so deeply inside of him.
Hoseok’s thrust just get harder, faster, and Yoongi sees stars when the brunet shifts slightly and manages to hit deeper than before, making his legs slip off of Hoseok’s legs but the millionaire’s son seems to have other ideas because then his hands were curling under Yoongi’s calves to bring them up and hook them over his shoulders. Thank fuck that Yoongi was tiny, and flexible from the yoga he used to do but if you asked him about it he would just deny it, because otherwise this position would probably hurt but for Hoseok it just gave him another angle to push in deeper.
“Oh shit, Yoongi.” Hoseok swore as he bent over Yoongi more, caging him in by placing his hands right by the blond’s head. The smooth wood along with the combination of sweat was making Yoongi slide, his back making funny sounds as it rubbed, and the blond just knew he would have painful red marks there tomorrow if they didn’t move.
Yoongi gets Hoseok’s attention by tilting his head to kiss him again, all teeth and tongue and the nip that drew blood against Hoseok’s bottom lip wasn’t entirely by accident, moaning into each- others’ mouth when the brunet hit something inside of him that had Yoongi’s body clenching around Hoseok’s member, his nails scrabbling against the millionaire’s sons’ biceps hard enough to leave little red lines.
“We should,” Yoongi gasps when they take a break from kissing each other, Hoseok instead dipping his head to roughly bite across the hotel attendants’ protruding collarbones. “Move to the, fuck, bed!”
For a second he thinks that maybe Hoseok hadn’t heard him because he gets no reply, the blond man just about to open his mouth to say it a little louder because the slide of his skin against the table is annoying, when the brunet’s hands fly to Yoongi’s hips to haul him up into a sitting position, having to wait for a second before he can move them any further because the blond could not stay like that with his legs over Hoseok’s sinewy shoulders.
But then they’re moving, Hoseok still deep inside of Yoongi, and all the blond can do is hold tight and roll his hips down against the rough pounding as the brunet walked them across the room and shoved the door to his bedroom aside so hard that it banged against the door. Yoongi got a brief glimpse of dark blue walls with earthy undertones before he was being deposited, not to gently, onto the bed.
Hoseok had pulled out of him but the brunet quickly joined him again before Yoongi could start cursing, curving his body into the blond the way that couples do and Yoongi would push him away if he wasn’t so desperate to get Hoseok inside of him again.
“Ride me,” Hoseok gasps at Yoongi’s confused expression, because the blond was waiting for the brunet to move over top of him, hand slipping over Yoongi’s narrow hip to smack him roughly on the blond’s bottom, his pale skin instantly turning pink. “Come on, Yoongi, fuckin’ ride me.”
It’s the first time he’s heard Hoseok swear, and really it shouldn’t sound so attractive coming from the brunet mans’ rose pink lips, red from where he’s bitten into them so hard he’s broken the skin, but Yoongi doesn’t have time to let it sink in because then he’s rolling over till he’s on top of Hoseok and straddling the millionaire’s sons’ thighs.
Hoseok’s member is sitting perfectly between Yoongi’s ass and the blond takes this time to grind down on it, furiously rutting down and getting himself so hard and hot that he feels like a fucking teenager again. Hoseok’s hands are digging into Yoongi’s hips at this point, splaying so wide that you would be able to see the outline of each fingers when it properly bruised tomorrow. They’re roughly kissing when Yoongi pushes himself up on his knees, reaching underneath himself with his free hand, his other on Hoseok’s shoulder, to line up the brunet’s manhood with his twitching hole and this time there’s no momentary pause before Yoongi’s sinking down on Hoseok’s dick and practically sobbing against Hoseok’s lips. Later he would never admit he sobbed, no matter how much Hoseok teased him.
In this position Hoseok has no problem hitting Yoongi’s prostate dead on, aiming for the spot again and making sure to flick his hips up just so that he can watch the blond tip his head back, hands scrabbling for purchase on the brunet’s stomach, then leaving Yoongi to do it himself. The blond is shaking as he rides Hoseok furiously, thighs burning and body twitching from the shock waves that flared across his body every time the brunet’s member hit his abused prostate.
Yoongi’s slick member bounces against his stomach, hard and angry looking, and the blond brings his hand up to give himself a couple of strokes only to have Hoseok slap his hand away.
“No,” Hoseok growls when Yoongi meets his eye, his lips pulled into a hard line. “I want you to come untouched.” And with those words spoken in that tone all the blond could do was nod and then moan when Hoseok’s hands come up to grip painfully into the blond’s thighs, nails dinging into the sensitive skin of his inner thighs. It’s pretty obvious that the brunet wasn’t going to be any help, more than content to lay back and watch Yoongi fuck himself on his manhood.
“Oh shit,” Yoongi moans a couple of minutes later when his thighs begin to tremble and his capability to breathe gets harder, leaving the blond desperately gasping for air as he rolls his hips in a loose figure of eight. “I think I’m fucking close.”
Hoseok’s smirk widens and then suddenly he’s pushing his hips up, snapping them really, and it’s so fast and so sudden and the brunet does it just as Yoongi’s sinking down that it hits the blond so deep he’s yelling out when it hits his prostate. Of course it doesn’t last for long because they’re moving again, Yoongi blinking against the blurring of his surroundings, Hoseok pulling out of him so that he can bend the blond into their newest position.
Now Yoongi has his face pushed into the goose down feathers, nails digging through the earthy colour of the pillow case, his ass up in the air in such a way that exposes absolutely fucking everything and it makes the blond squirm, wanting to move from embarrassment, but Hoseok isn’t allowing anything of the sort. In fact it seemed like Hoseok was enjoying this a little too much because then he was leaning down, tongue pushing against the tight ring of Yoongi’s hole, as his other hand sneaks underneath the blond to grip at his member that’s being pushed into the fabric of the duvet.
“Fuck!” Yoongi moans as Hoseok leans in to lick across his most intimate place, eating him out in a way that was both sloppy but full of purpose as he slowly jerks the blond of. “Fuck!” He says again as he pushes his body back into the feeling, ignoring the small voice in the back of his mind that was telling him that he was acting like some teenager who was desperate to get off.
Hoseok grins against his skin when he pulls away to bite Yoongi’s ass cheek, a simple pull of his lips that was full of implications. “Do you want me to fuck you?” The brunet asks in a low voice as he pulls away enough to let out a puff of breath against Yoongi’s twitching hole. “Fuck you hard enough that even the people in the penthouse above us can hear.”
Yoongi should probably say no, because if he’s heard in here doing this particular thing with Hoseok than he was definitely fired, should probably deny how he desperately wants to be fucked by the brunet but in this current position, should say no because his pride definitely wasn’t going to make it in the morning, but in the end what he ended up doing was turning his head and nodding. And he can’t quite see Hoseok from his position but he could tell that the brunet was smiling.
Yoongi hisses when Hoseok’s hand withdraws from his achingly hard member, the cool air from the hotel room hitting the heating flesh that was so slick with his own juices they were dripping onto the duvet, and when the brunet’s hands disappeared from where they were clenched onto Yoongi’s hips, but it turns out he doesn’t have much to complain about because in the next second Hoseok is pushing the head of his member against the blond’s hole and pushing in, in one go.
“Oh shit!” Yoongi swears when it makes his whole body pitch forwards, cheek smashing against the pillow, hands turning white from how hard he was clenching into the fabric. “Fuck, Hoseok!” He’s seeing white and little stars as Hoseok pounds into him harshly, abusing his prostate as he best as he could so that it was almost bordering on being painful. If he thought he was close before he was lying because in this position, with Hoseok bent over his small frame and the brunet hitting that sweet spot that’s making him spurt out random swears and half- sobbed words, he was so damn aware how close he was to tipping over that per- verbal edge.
Suddenly there’s a loud smacking sound and pain radiating from a spot on his bottom, taking him by surprise, but instead of being opposed to it, like Yoongi always thought he would be, he found himself moaning and pushing back against the feeling. Now there’s barely a pause before there’s another smack on the exact same spot, heat and pain racing through his body but it feels so good and he’s so hot and achingly hard that Yoongi’s orgasm takes him by surprise.
It takes quite a few more thrusts, but along with the spanking that seems to be landing anywhere that Hoseok feels, the pleasure building so much that his thighs were shaking as well as his arms, making it hard for him to stay upright at all, pleasure shooting up his spine and when he does tip over the edge his head tips back and he sobs Hoseok’s name into the air as his orgasm hits him like a freight train.
He’s never come so hard since he was a teenager and it leaves him completely breathless as he convulses and shakes, his member twitching before he paints the duvet underneath him in white stripes, stars shooting across his vision, not able to do much more than moan and mewl and pathetically roll his hips because he can’t move any of his limbs with how hard he’s just come. He’s oversensitive now, the feeling of his member dragging across the stained duvet almost painful, causing him to bite down on his bottom lip.
It takes three more thrusts, or maybe more Yoongi’s too disorientated from his orgasm, for Hoseok to come, the feeling of Yoongi tightening around him being too much and his hand coming down for one final smack before he paints Yoongi’s inside’s white.
There’s barely a second pause before Hoseok’s pulled out of him and is laying panting on the bed beside him, and it’s not Yoongi’s fault that he just happens to fall sideways into a position that leaves him curled into Hoseok, his face pressed against where the brunet’s heart would be with his arm wrapped over Hoseok and his hand pressed against the brunet’s hip. Hoseok welcomes him, one arm curled under Yoongi’s body so that he could hook it over the blond’s narrow hip and the other on top of Yoongi’s hand, lips pressed against the blond’s forehead so that he could press soft kisses there that made Yoongi grin to himself although he would never admit it.
They half by fall asleep like that, lulled into a half sedated state where they could still hear each other breathing, still feel the circles Yoongi was drawing into Hoseok’s skin. It was nice, and warm, and comfortable, and despite Yoongi being a pessimistic he kind of hopes he’ll get to see Hoseok again.
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They wake up properly an hour later to the sound of someone knocking on the door, and Yoongi hides under the sheets as Hoseok pulls on some loose slacks that rest low on his hips, feet making no sound against the marble floor as he makes his way towards the door.
It feels like an hour as Yoongi huddles under the blanket, peering into the darkness around him and not daring to make a single sound in case someone else sees him, ears straining to hear if the person at the door had gone but like this Yoongi couldn’t hear anything other than his loud panting.
Suddenly there’s a hand on his back through the duvet that yanks it back. Yoongi blinks against the sudden light, words already forming in his mouth that would explain why he was in a paying customer’s bed, but they disappeared when his vision cleared and he saw Hoseok standing there with his hands on his hips and his mouth pulled into a smirk, light brown hair falling into his warm eyes.
“It was just the hotel manager,” Hoseok shrugs like it’s no big thing. “He’s going around asking if I’ve seen you, apparently you never returned to the front desk after coming here with my food. Hmm, I wonder why that was.” He asks sarcastically, and for a response he gets a pillow to the face.
Meanwhile Yoongi was panicking a little. “I really need to go then,” The blond says as he climbs out of the bed, not bothering to cover himself even though Hoseok was making it very clear he was watching. “My manager’s gonna kill me already for disappearing, I don’t want to be any more late than I already am.”
He can hear Hoseok behind him as he goes towards the table where they had first started, his cheeks turning red when he remembered what exactly had just transpired there, bending over to try and find his underwear and freaking out when he can’t find it immediately only to see it poking out from underneath the couch. Damn, he must have thrown it a fair way in the haste to get out of his clothes.
“Or,” Hoseok says slowly, drawing the letters out longer than he needs. Yoongi can feel the brunet’s eyes on him as he pulls on his underwear and then picks up his white shirt, doing up buttons quickly but then having to start again when he miss matches them. “You could stay up here with me.”
Yoongi makes a face, now impatiently pulling on his black work pants and fumbling a little with the belt but he manages to get it on somehow. Now is his tie, which no matter how much he pays attention to, he just can’t do it up.
He tries a couple more times before there’s a chuckle and Hoseok is stepping into view, slapping his hands away so that he can do it himself. They stand there in silence as the brunet does so, Yoongi staring at the space between Hoseok’s collarbones and trying very hard to ignore how the brunet was still half naked.
“I can’t lose my job,” Yoongi finally says when Hoseok’s done and the blond is pulling on his blazer. “It’s not the best job, but it’s still a job.”
Hoseok nods from where he’s leant against the table, his golden skin on show. “What kind of job do you really want?” He finally asks, long after Yoongi’s last sentence, and it’s so surprising that the blond looks up in the middle to tying his shoes.
“What kind of job do I really want?” Yoongi leans back on the palms of his hands, a frown twitching across his lips. “Well,” He sighs. “I’ve always wanted to be a song producer at some big company, but that dream pretty much died when I couldn’t get into University due to lack of funds, so I settled for this.” Yoongi shrugs, sighing before offering a smile, a little surprised when Hoseok smiles back.
They both stay silent till Yoongi is dressed, hat on and all, and is standing just outside the door with Hoseok in the doorframe, any goodbye’s he had planned dying on his lips.
“So, uh,” Yoongi starts. God damn, he had never been good at this kind of thing. “Are you still going to be here for a while?” He asks as he looks up from underneath his eyelashes, his lips twitching into a half smile despite the fact that he’s having to wipe his palms on his pants every couple of seconds.
Hoseok makes a show of stretching, a smile on his lips. “Yeah,” He yawns. “I’m staying here for another month yet, why?”
Yoongi shakes his head and tries not to smile at the pounding of his heart. “Oh, no reason, I was just wondering-“
“Yoongi,” Hoseok laughs, cutting him off and he reaches out to gently grab the blond’s chin, tilting his head back so they could look eye to eye. “If you wanted to see me again all you had to do was ask.”
“I’m not, that’s not, I was just-“ Yoongi starts, but the look Hoseok shoots him makes him abruptly stop. Slowly a smile stretches over his lips. God, he was so stupid to think he could hide anything from this guy. “Okay yeah, so maybe I wanted to see you again.”
Hoseok smiles back and holds a finger up on one hand, fishing into his pocket with his free hand. He brings it back out with a small piece of white paper clutched between two fingers, dropping it into the breast pocket of Yoongi’s breast pocket before slapping the blond’s hand away when he goes to try and fish it out again to read it.
Instead Hoseok’s hands wrap in his and it’s the both of them who lean into the kiss, just a simple touch of soft lips against slightly chapped ones, before they part.
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Yoongi finds a cheque titled to him in his locker the next day, and nearly faints when he sees that it’s more than double the amount for University. He tries to take it back, he really does, but Hoseok can be one persistent bastard when he wants to be.