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“You want me to what?!”
Jungkook’s voice comes quietly down the phone, clearly not wanting to be overheard. Hoseok damn well hopes none of Jungkook’s colleagues are nearby to hear this.
“I just… I just think it would be hot, hyung,” he whispers excitedly.
Hoseok can picture the expression that goes with this voice, big eyes sparkling with excitement, cheeks pink with horny excitement, all eager and sweet and sexy. Ugh, that look of Jungkook’s is pretty much designed to make Hoseok say yes to almost anything. Probably even this.
Between Jungkook’s breathing Hoseok hears muffled footsteps and what might be a door opening and closing, and then Jungkook’s voice again, although it’s still hushed.
“I’ve been thinking about it all morning,” he continues. “Like, I’ve hardly got any work done, it’s awful!”
Hoseok huffs out a soft laugh, his heart squeezing into a familiar shape of fondness. “Aw, poor baby,” he coos teasingly. “You know you shouldn’t be having horny thoughts at work. It’s very unprofessional.”
Jungkook half-groans and half-laughs. “I know! But it won’t leave me alone. It’s so hoooot,” he whines.
Hoseok’s laugh is louder this time.
“You wanna tell me more about this thought, baby?” His eyes find the clock on their kitchen wall - such a grown up thing, he remembers Jungkook saying when they bought it - noting how soon Jungkook’s lunch break will be over.
He hears a long, unsteady breath. Thinks Jungkook’s probably licking his lips as he tries to find the words. “Just,” he starts, and has to pull in another breath before he continues. Sweet boy, Hoseok thinks. Sweet, sexy boy. “Just imagining, while I’m at work, and you’re at home, doing…” another pause to lick his lips, possibly, “laundry, or cleaning, or something. Just…” another breath. “Just walking around the flat, all…”
Jungkook lowers his voice to a whisper that Hoseok can barely even hear.
“All plugged up for me.”
But oh, he does hear.
A shiver makes it’s way down Hoseok’s spine, all tingly and warm. He feels his cheeks go pink. He’s gripping the phone so tightly to his ear.
“And,” Jungkook continues in a rush of breath, sounding eager now, excited. “And every time you like, bend over or something, and it moves inside you, you’ll think of me, and…”
“Fuck, Jungkook,” Hoseok breathes.
Jungkook lets out a shaky laugh. “Hot, right?”
“Yeah.”
Is he a little hard already? Hoseok glances down at himself; maybe he is. He’s definitely feeling that shivery kind of heat that crawls beneath his skin when Jungkook starts turning him on.
He realises then, a little belatedly, that Jungkook can probably hear him the way he’s been hearing Jungkook. And suddenly he wishes that he didn’t have to wait for Jungkook to finish work, that he could just come home now and they could sort each other out and spend the rest of the day lazy in bed together.
Jungkook sighs, and Hoseok knows he’s thinking the same thought.
“You don’t… you don’t have to though, if you don’t want to.” Jungkook’s voice is small in a way that it doesn’t get often, not anymore, and Hoseok doesn’t like the reminder.
“No,” he says quickly, probably too quickly but. Well, it’s Jungkook, and he’s crazy about him. “I think it’s hot too. We can… I can try that.”
“Yeah?” He hears the happy uptilt that lifts the syllables in Jungkook’s voice. “You want to?”
“I do,” Hoseok answers. He’s already thinking about it, imagining it just as Jungkook had said. Feels heat shiver through him at the thought. Spending the rest of the afternoon all plugged up as he goes about his day, waiting for Jungkook to get home. Keeping Jungkook thinking about him like that, imagining him. “Yeah, baby, I really do,” he adds, sounding more certain now.
“Fuck, hyung.”
Hoseok’s eyes move over the clock again, and his brain is so occupied now with this new thought that it takes him a moment. Then–
“Shit, Jaykay, isn’t your lunch break over now?”
“Oh, shit!” Jungkook’s voice is suddenly further away, and Hoseok realises it must be because he’s looking at his phone for the time. “Sorry, I gotta– I love you– speak later!”
The call drops, but Hoseok’s left smiling fondly to himself. He sends Jungkook a quick text to check when he has time, hoping that he doesn’t get into trouble.
And then, then he sets about putting this thought into action. Because his skin still feels all light and shivery, and he wants to, he wants to try. Wants to see Jungkook’s reaction when he finally gets home later, watch those big doe-eyes go wide with wonder and lust when he sees Hoseok.
Shit, shit.
He researches it first, just to be sure; they’ve played with plugs and other toys before, but he’s never quite done this, so he wants to make sure he does it right. He needs this to be good for Jungkook, to be everything he’s thinking about and then some.
Hoseok ends up falling into a rabbit hole, clicking from one link to another, thinking up more things to look up, and somehow spiralling into a mixture of horny thoughts and curiosity to learn more. A strange mix, honestly. But by the end of it the major thing he’s come away with is the advice to start small. He doesn’t want to hurt himself, after all, doesn’t want to overdo it.
So when he finally clicks away all of his ‘research’, he passes a little time doing normal things: lunch, stretches, social media. And then Hoseok takes a very long, very thorough shower, before he deems it time to begin.
It’s been a good while since Jungkook’s initial phonecall, and the thought hasn’t left Hoseok’s mind once since. He thrills every time it occurs to him what he’s been working towards doing today, and how Jungkook will find it, will find him.
That thought flutters hotly through Hoseok as he lays in their bed, showered and naked still, his smallest plug in one hand, his other slowly working himself open. He’s taking his time, and using lots and lots of lube. He’s glad he spread a towel beneath him for this.
It’s kind of strange, because of course, he’s turned himself on with fingering himself, but the aim isn’t to come. He can’t touch his cock, heavy and aching against his stomach, because if he comes he’ll be too sensitive to do this. He’s trying to keep himself on one side of horny, but it’s a difficult border to keep to.
He focuses on his breathing instead, counting each breath in and each heavy breath out. Once he feels like he’s stretched enough, and wet enough, he takes the plug, covering it in lube also. Slowly, he begins to push the small, purple plug inside himself. Despite his best efforts he’s quite worked up, his cock twitching as he fills himself up. He counts his breaths again, tries to focus on the feeling of the mattress beneath him rather than the plug within him.
Eventually, it sits snug inside him. Hoseok groans, his arms flopping down beside him in an effort to keep his hands away from his cock. He’s still so fucking hard. But he reminds himself of the purpose, and he doesn’t want to disappoint Jungkook - even though he knows that Jungkook would never be disappointed in him anyway.
So he keeps his hands to himself, and waits for his cock to begin to soften. Eventually, he thinks he’s getting a little used to feeling the plug inside of him and decides to try and move. The motion sends a bolt of arousal through him making him groan.
It takes him a little longer than usual to get himself cleaned up and dressed again, opting to wear one of Jungkook’s oversized, white t-shirts and a pair of his own soft, comfortable shorts. Even putting those on is a bit of an effort, but he succeeds.
When he checks his phone he finds a couple of messages waiting for him from Jungkook, spread out across the intervening time since that initial phone call.
JK baby
don’t worry hyung! i was the first one back to the office, so everyone else was late!
and
about earlier
its ok if u dont like it, or dont wanna do it or something, u know?
dont hurt yourself for me!
Hoseok smiles to himself, as always finding himself endlessly endeared and hopelessly in love with this man.
He moves himself into their living room and as he sits on the couch he’s pleased to notice that it isn’t uncomfortable, even if the motion of sitting has the plug moving in a way that makes him hold his breath again.
hobi-bobi
i know baby, dont worry
but it feels so good right now, dont think i’m not gonna like it ;)
It takes a little while for Jungkook to reply, and Hoseok wonders if that’s because he’s still at work or because he doesn’t know what to do with the information Hoseok had just given him. He feels the breath fluttering high up in his chest while he waits.
It disperses all at once, setting his nerves alight when he reads Jungkook’s next message.
JK baby
oh fuck
youre wearing one? now? right now?
really??
Hoseok grins to himself and realises that he’s very gently rocking his hips. He tries to still himself because he has to make this last until Jungkook comes home, that’s the point after all.
hobi-bobi
yeah, right now
got myself all filled up
for you 😘
He likes to imagine that Jungkook promptly faints away at that, but in reality he’s probably putting his phone away, cheeks red, trying to talk away a boner. The thought pleases Hoseok immensely. He had no idea that he would feel this good while Jungkook isn’t even here to witness it. But he knows that it’s going to be on Jungkook’s mind for the rest of the day, and that, well, that’s a powerfully sexy thought. Hoseok likes that very much.
He remembers the rest of Jungkook’s little fantasy as he’d laid it out on the phone earlier, and even though Jungkook isn’t here to see, Hoseok decides that he wants to live it out for him all the same.
So, he does the laundry. It’s towel day anyway, so it was going to happen no matter what.
It’s strange, he decides as he leans over and loads the towels into the washing machine, because laundry is usually one of the chores that he finds relaxing. Right now, it’s anything but. Because leaning in this way has the plug pushing into him in a way that makes it difficult to catch his breath. And every time he moves or stands up he feels the fabric of his shorts brushing against his half-chub. That, combined with the way that being constantly filled up like this is making him even more sensitive than usual, and it takes much longer to get the laundry done than it would any other day.
But soon the washing machine is whirling away, and Hoseok finds his phone.
hobi-bobi
holy shit
this feels insane
That’s all he sends, and yes, he is teasing Jungkook and he knows it, but that’s half of the fun.
And then, after a small break to try and talk his boner down a little, Hoseok decides to clean too. Not quite as thoroughly as he might, because half of his brain is constantly focusing on the plug, and how it feels, and how aroused he is almost all the time. But he does give the bathroom a nice scrub and tidy.
While he’s on his hands and knees, rubbing at a stubborn spot on the tile, he almost loses it. This is such a nice angle with the plug in, and he starts daydreaming about Jungkook coming home and seeing him here, on his hands and knees, leaning his big, strong body over Hoseok’s. Playing with the plug a little, having Hoseok on edge and keening for release before removing the toy, filling the space instead with his cock. ‘Gonna plug you right back up,’ imaginary Jungkook whispers in his ear.
Hoseok whimpers, and tries very hard not to come.
When he can breathe again he sends Jungkook another message, pausing only to grin in delight at the exclamations Jungkook had left after his last text.
hobi-bobi
well, cleaning is dangerous apparently
almost came all over the clean bathroom floor
JK baby
hyung
fuck
i’m at work
i nearly came in my pants :(
hobi-bobi
hey now
you gotta save that for me!
JK baby
i will, i will!!!
hobi-bobi
don’t be late, yeah?
not sure how much more of this i can handle
feels sooo nice
but you’re gonna feel so much nicer :(
JK baby
fuck ill
i’ll b on time
prmis
ok?
hobi-bobi
okay baby
i’ll wait for you 😘
After hanging the freshly washed towels to dry, and a short session of extreme self-control as he lubes himself and the plug up again, Hoseok finds himself in the living room, draped across the couch. He doesn’t think he can focus on much so he puts something light and easy on to watch. Jungkook should be home soon he notes when he checks his phone. Smiles at the messages he reads, Jungkook updating him on every step of the way.
JK baby
done work!!!
leaving the building now!!
hyung, goin into the subway now!!
just got off train! Will be home soon!
stopped at the convenience store quickly, bought us some ramyeon for later and your favourite treats!!
walkin home now.
jst walked past the grumpy old barbers!
5 mins away!!!
at the door, gettng in the elevator now!
hyugn, Im here!!!
It’s all very, very cute and Hoseok is incredibly endeared, and will be more so later, but he’s also been pretty much sporting a semi all afternoon and his arousal has been simmering all day, and every move, every breath, has him ultra aware of how the plug feels inside of him. The fabric of his shorts brushes against the flat base and his half-hard cock with every motion. And every time his hips twitch in response to that he feels the plug move again.
It’s hot, it’s been so unbearably hot, and he’s liked it so much more than he could have imagined. Loved the kind of power it’s given him, over Jungkook’s thoughts, all day long. Loved the way it makes him think of Jungkook with every movement.
But, fuck, does it feel good when the door beeps open and Jungkook finally comes stumbling into the flat, almost tripping in his haste to get his shoes off. Hoseok doesn’t even have any spare brain space left to think about how haphazardly Jungkook kicked them off in the entry way. His mind by now has just been fully consumed by this one thing, and by extension, Jungkook.
“Hyung!” Jungkook gasps, panting softly, and Hoseok briefly wonders if Jungkook had run home from the convenience store. The small carrier bag, he realises, has also been dropped to the floor. “I’m home! I made it, oh my god, are you… is it still…”
He comes rushing over towards Hoseok, eyes wide and bright, and Hoseok almost moans at the sheer sight of him. He’s windswept and a little unkempt, his long hair looking like he’s been running his fingers through it, but damn does he look incredible. He looks just like what Hoseok needs right now. Preferably naked, and inside him, soon.
God, he’s so fucking horny.
“Yes,” he manages, and he doesn’t know when he got so breathless, not until he realises that his hips are wriggling, slowly trying to fuck himself with the plug. It’s not enough though, of course it isn’t.
Jungkook looks at him in awe, coming to sit beside Hoseok on the couch. Every emotion is painted beautifully across his face. All of his horny thoughts for Hoseok to pick through, if he had the wherewithal.
“All day?” He whispers, looking dazed. “How does it… how did it feel?”
“A few hours, yeah,” Hoseok manages. He’s harder now, now that Jungkook’s home and he knows that relief is in sight. It’s just there, at the touch of Jungkook’s fingertips, in the sweet curve of his lips. “It feels, fuck–” he groans as Jungkook’s hand rests on his hip, stilling him. “It feels incredible. Felt so full the whole time.”
“Yeah?” Jungkook’s eyes practically glitter as he stares down at Hoseok. There’s a hitch to his breath and Hoseok can see how affected he is too, even though they haven’t touched each other yet.
Hoseok nods. He feels like there isn’t enough breath left in his lungs to speak and yet he wants to. He needs to share this with Jungkook. “Every time I moved,” he says, one hand coming to rest atop Jungkook’s, “I could feel it move inside me. I’ve been,” he breaks off to laugh, a soft, breathy sound. “I’ve been like, half-hard all fucking day. It’s insane.”
“Oh fuck,” Jungkook says, stunned. “Fuck, oh my god. Oh my fuck. This is so…”
Hoseok laughs again and leans up, the motion pulling a moan from him even as he does so. He reaches up to brush the hair from Jungkook’s forehead. “Every time it moved, I thought of you,” Hoseok continues, and Jungkook’s cheeks go very, very red.
He gulps thickly. His other hand is touching Hoseok, because he can’t not be touching Hoseok, brushing gently over his arm, down his side.
“I couldn’t stop thinking about you all day,” he admits. “All fucking day, just, imagining you, all plugged up for…”
“For you,” Hoseok finishes with a grin.
Jungkook nods, eyes wide. He’s so into this, Hoseok can tell. It makes more sparks come to life, erupting beneath Hoseok’s skin, thundering through his veins, filling his belly with heat and want and need.
“Can you… can you walk?” Jungkook asks, curiosity sparking within him now.
“You wanna see?” Hoseok sounds confident, but he doesn’t feel it quite so much. He’s not sure how well his legs are going to hold up now. He feels so on edge already. Fuck, he hopes he doesn’t come before Jungkook gets inside him. It would be a shame, if he spent all this time plugged up and spreading himself open for Jungkook before he can even appreciate it.
He takes a couple of deep breaths, counts them up to three.
Jungkook, with another nod, pushes himself quickly off the couch. He offers a hand to Hoseok, grip tight when Hoseok takes it, and pulls him to stand beside him. The plug shifts inside him as he moves and he can barely swallow down another groan. He’s never been quite this sensitive before, he feels almost dizzy from it.
“Let’s go to the bedroom, yeah?” Hoseok suggests, throwing a sultry look Jungkook’s way before he leads them towards their room. “Wanna be comfortable when you finally fuck me.”
“Hyuuuung,” Jungkook groans behind him. Then he says, voice laced with amazement, “Oh wow, I can’t even tell you’re all plugged up! That’s wild!”
Hoseok, feeling especially playful right now, reaches behind himself to pull one leg of his shorts aside, just enough to maybe give Jungkook a little peek as he walks.
The quiet curse he hears behind him is all the answer he needs.
“Can you feel it as you walk? What’s it like? Fuck, this is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. And I can’t even see it! Hottest thing I’ve ever thought about? No, I don’t know about that, maybe it’s–mmff!”
Hoseok cuts Jungkook’s adorable but unnecessary babble off with a kiss. They’re in their room now, and he turns to Jungkook, wrapping an arm around his neck to pull him in and kiss him deeply. It takes only a moment before Jungkook’s brain apparently rewrites its course, and then he’s kissing Hoseok back. It’s a little desperate, a little sloppy, full of heat and need and everything else that’s coursing through them in this moment.
As they kiss Jungkook presses a hand against Hoseok’s ass. Palms him through his shorts before letting his fingers wander lower, and lower. The breath stutters in Hoseok’s throat as Jungkook’s fingers slip up beneath one leg of Hoseok’s shorts. His hips jerk forward, as if that’s going to give Hoseok the feeling he’s needed since he started this whole thing. It doesn’t, of course.
Jungkook’s fingers find the base of the plug. “Oh, fuck,” he whispers against Hoseok’s lips. “Fuck.”
“You like that?” Hoseok asks, trying not to wriggle as much as his body seems to need to do. Jungkook’s other hand finds his waist and holds him close, as his fingers prod and press and touch curiously. It’s slowly beginning to drive Hoseok wild. Not so slowly, he thinks, actually. He’s been feeling full for so long now, he needs more.
“Yeah.” Jungkook’s lips trace a wobbly path down Hoseok’s neck, making heat spread beneath his skin at every spot he kisses. “Like it so much, hyung. Thank you.” He presses a warm, wet kiss right at the base of Hoseok’s throat, making Hoseok want to light up inside.
He pushes his hips down against Jungkook’s curious fingers. “Good,” he sighs. “That was the point. All for you.”
“Do you like it, hyung?”
His fingers move, sweeping up and over the curve of Hoseok’s ass, rubbing small, slow circles against his bare skin.
Hoseok hums an affirmative. “Really liked it. Felt so good the whole time.”
Jungkook stamps a kiss beneath Hoseok’s jawline, and then another, and another before he’s claiming Hoseok’s mouth again in another long, heated kiss.
And then Hoseok feels like he can’t take this for much longer and slowly pulls away towards the bed.
“‘M glad you liked it, hyung.”
“I do, baby. Like it so much,” he assures Jungkook before he shucks his shorts off, letting them drop to the floor. Jungkook’s face goes dark with lust as he looks Hoseok over. His eyes catch on the sight of Hoseok’s hard, heavy cock between his legs. Hoseok can’t wait to be touched there, but he might not even make it that far before he comes.
Then, with his little fantasy from earlier replaying inside his mind, he crawls onto the bed on hands and knees. He wiggles his ass, and hears the loud exhalation of breath that Jungkook lets out before he groans.
Hoseok throws a look over his shoulder, giving Jungkook a filthy smile. He knows Jungkook can see the plug nestled there inside of him. He wiggles again, just for good measure, and Jungkook curses.
Then he’s in motion again until he’s standing at the foot of the bed, both hands coming up to touch. He splays his fingers against Hoseok’s ass, cupping him in his palms before one hand drops down to toy with the plug again.
“I really can’t believe you did this for me.”
Hoseok moans softly as the plug shifts inside him.
“Will you fuck me now as thanks?” he asks, and he doesn’t know where he has it in him for this level of talking right now, but apparently it’s somewhere.
Jungkook laughs, surprised. A moment later Hoseok feels the soft press of lips right against the curve of his ass, followed by another laugh. “Yes, hyung,” he says smartly. “I will absolutely fuck you as thanks for fulfilling my whim.”
When Hoseok laughs, the sound shakes out between his teeth on half a moan. “Whim? That’s a nice word.”
“Right?”
Jungkook quickly tugs his clothes off. Hoseok tries to watch over his shoulder, laughing again when Jungkook almost trips up in his haste, one trouser leg hanging awkwardly around his ankle. But then he’s naked, and almost everything is right with the world again.
He grabs the lube and after a little shifting up along the bed he’s kneeling behind Hoseok, who’s waiting on all fours for Jungkook.
“Hyung, you look amazing like this right now,” Jungkook says, hushed, from behind him.
Heat fills Hoseok’s face - not embarrassment, he’s pleased. Makes him feel fucking amazing, honestly, the idea that Jungkook’s admiring him in this moment.
Hoseok hears the sound of the lube being opened and a few moments later he feels the wet trail of fingers sliding against his skin. He sighs as Jungkook gently takes hold of the plug and slowly pulls. He doesn’t tug it all the way out though, and Hoseok knows he’s going to be a terrible little tease. Fuck. He wriggles his hips in protest.
Jungkook’s other hand rests on his hip, fingers gripping him tight, holding on, or holding him in place, he isn’t sure.
“You imagined this as me?” Jungkook asks, voice soft and heated, thick with arousal. Hoseok wants to swallow the sound down, keep it within himself, add it to the fire in his belly. Then Jungkook pushes the plug back in. It’s the kind of friction Hoseok’s been craving all fucking day, and the moan he lets out is almost embarrassing in how needy he sounds. “Imagined my cock plugging you up like this?”
Hoseok gasps, his arms weakening until he’s leaning down, ass still in the air as Jungkook plays with him. He’s so turned on, so dizzy with arousal, his limbs almost feel like jelly.
The plug is nice but it’s small, too small to fill him as he really wants, as Jungkook slowly pushes it in and out of him.
“I’m not–” Hoseok groans softly again, body shaking, “–not gonna last long enough for that, if you keep this up.”
“Oh, my poor baby,” Jungkook breathes. There’s a soft kiss to the small of Hoseok’s back, his palm smoothing over Hoseok’s hip, rubbing gently. “Is this too much for you?” There’s a teasing lilt to his voice, followed by another teasing drag of the plug within him.
Hoseok feels a shock shudder its way through him at Jungkook’s words. He doesn’t usually talk to Hoseok quite like that, but there’s something in the air tonight it seems, something different spurred on by this, and Hoseok doesn’t hate it. Thinks he might really fucking like it, honestly.
“Fucking hell.” His hips waver, his body swaying, and Jungkook’s grip tightens around him. “Fuck, Kook. Feel like I’m losing my mind.”
Finally, Jungkook eases the plug all the way out and Hoseok groans, suddenly feeling bereft. “Don’t worry, hyung,” Jungkook soothes. He brushes his wet fingers over Hoseok. “I’ll help. I’ve got you.”
It’s supposed to be teasing, but there’s something there in the words, in his tone, that catches on Hoseok’s heart. Even in the midst of it all he can’t ever forget how much he loves Jungkook.
“Oh fuck.” Jungkook’s voice is low as he pushes two fingers in with such ease. “Wow.”
Hoseok sighs softly, although it’s not enough, it’s not going to be enough. Jungkook seems to take some pity on him though, that or he can feel the quaking in Hoseok’s legs now, and he doesn’t tease with his fingers. Keeps them pressed inside just long enough to ensure Hoseok’s ready and have him gasping for more. He’s been waiting for more ever since he put the damn plug in, honestly.
“Come on then, hyung.” Jungkook pulls his fingers out slowly. “Wanna get more comfortable? I love you like this but you’ve been riding the edge a long time now. Let me take care of you, yeah?” Wet fingers brush over his ass in an almost loving touch, and then Hoseok’s being helped onto his back.
It is much better for his almost-jelly legs, he decides straight away. It was his first time trying this; he can probably work to improve his stamina if he wants to. And maybe he does want to.
It’s uncommon, but Hoseok lets Jungkook take over for now. Doesn’t think he has enough brain power left to dispute it anyway, even if he’d wanted to. But he doesn’t want to.
Instead, he spreads his legs, watching appreciatively as Jungkook strokes lube over himself. It’s a real sight to behold, Jungkook naked and beautiful, kneeling between Hoseok’s spread legs, his hard cock in hand. Hoseok wants to kiss and mark Jungkook all over, every inch of skin that he can see, that he could touch. He doesn’t have the energy, but next time, that’s exactly what he’s going to do. Going to spread kisses and love all over Jungkook until he’s a quaking mess. Oh, that sounds fun.
But not as fun as Hoseok about to get fucked, finally. His cock is practically weeping by now, he’s so hard.
Jungkook shuffles into position, and then takes a moment, just staring down at Hoseok. He’s still wearing one of Jungkook’s t-shirts, he realises. Jungkook’s eyes rove over him, taking in every inch, seeing every part of him, and sometimes it still leaves Hoseok feeling bare and a little vulnerable. But it also makes him feel warm, makes heat burn through his veins when Jungkook looks at him with so much want. It’s a powerful, heady feeling, inspiring that kind of desire in another person. Hoseok loves it.
“Come on,” he urges softly, his leg knocking softly against Jungkook’s.
“So pretty,” Jungkook murmurs, a small smile on his face. Slowly, he starts to ease his cock inside Hoseok. “So fucking pretty, hyung.”
Hoseok gasps breathlessly as Jungkook steadily begins to fill him up. This is it, this is what he’s wanted ever since he first pushed the plug inside. Nothing feels as good as Jungkook, though. Fuck.
One of his hands grasps at Jungkook’s side, holding on tight as Jungkook bottoms out. So full, Hoseok thinks. Finally. Fuck, his head is spinning already. He’s probably not going to last very long. Shit, that’s a bit embarrassing, isn’t it? Poor Jungkook, who’s been waiting and thinking about this all day.
“Hyung, Hoseok hyung.” He hears Jungkook softly calling, and comes back to him and the moment at hand, head clearing for the moment. Jungkook looks down at him, and the fondness on his face makes Hoseok’s chest ache with such feeling. He reaches up with his other hand, traces his fingers over Jungkook’s cheek. Jungkook smiles, before catching the tips of Hoseok’s fingers in a brief, playful kiss. “Just enjoy yourself, yeah? Gonna make you feel so good.”
And oh, does Jungkook live up to his word. As is to be expected of his boy, honestly. Always exceeding expectations.
Jungkook takes it slow, moving his hips leisurely. As if he has all day, and all night, to make them both feel good. All the time in the world. Maybe he does. But he rocks himself gently into Hoseok, and for as desperate as he was this feels perfect in the moment. Hoseok’s so sensitive, and he’s spent so long paying attention to how he feels, that every motion, every inch, of Jungkook inside him is a fucking delight now. He’s not sure he’s ever felt anything quite like this before.
He loses himself in the sensation, in Jungkook, in the steady, gentle rhythm between their bodies. His hands reaching out and touching what he can. And words slip between them both - although mostly from Jungkook, really. Sweet words, hot words, words just for Hoseok’s pleasure.
“Feelin’ good?” Jungkook whispers, just beginning to rock his hips forward faster now. “Cause you feel fucking amazing to me right now, holy shit.” He lets out a breathless little laugh, a sweet sound that drips down into Hoseok’s heart. To join every other little piece of himself that Jungkook’s given him over the years.
“So good,” he manages to say, voice thick. “Feel so good. Don’t… don’t stop, please.”
“I won’t,” Jungkook promises.
He leans down then over Hoseok, bringing their bodies closer, pushing himself even deeper inside, and Hoseok moans at the way Jungkook’s filling him up and fucking into him. Feels stars begin to burst behind his eyes as heat curls and twists low in his belly.
Jungkook stares down at him, mouth open, eyebrows creased together in pleasure, eyes dark and fixed on Hoseok’s face. Beautiful, he’s so fucking stunning in every scenario that Hoseok can’t stop himself from staring back, awed that this man is his, to see and feel like this. To love and be loved by.
He works a hand into Jungkook’s hair, gently twisting his fingers between the long, dark locks, and Jungkook grunts in pleasure. He picks up the pace again, rocking himself steadily into Hoseok, hitting that point that makes the stars light up with every press forward.
Hoseok chokes on a moan, feels his body stilling for a moment even as one of Jungkook’s hands sneaks between them, and then heat and pleasure and the entire fucking universe it feels like washes over Hoseok, and he comes between them with a stuttered gasp, still untouched.
He’s far too sensitive now, after everything, but Jungkook knows him well and he gently pulls out. Hoseok thinks his legs might be shaking even as he lies there, they feel all tingly.
“Can I come on you?” Jungkook asks, sounding almost desperate now.
Hoseok, his hand dropping from Jungkook’s hair, nods. His tongue feels so thick in his mouth, he’s not sure he can push any words past it right now. But again, Jungkook knows him well, even if some of this is quite new to them both.
Jungkook straightens up, kneeling right between Hoseok’s spread thighs and takes himself in hand. With his other hand he pushes Hoseok’s shirt up, exposing his chest. His face scrunches up as he jerks himself off, little pleasured sounds falling from between his parted lips. He leans over Hoseok then, groaning softly when he finally comes as well, all over Hoseok’s stomach.
There’s a soft sigh as Jungkook settles on the bed beside Hoseok. The both of them are breathing heavy, still sunken into their shared pleasure. Hoseok thinks he might ache a little come the morning, but for right now he feels pleasantly fucked out and happy.
“Wow,” Jungkook whispers, sounding stunned. Hoseok can agree with that feeling. And also, fucking hell.
He feels Jungkook shifting, until he’s curled up against Hoseok’s side, about as close as he can get without actually being inside him again. He has a leg slung over both of Hoseok’s, and one arm winds across Hoseok’s tummy; a natural position for Jungkook to tangle them up in after sex.
“Oh, shit.”
Hoseok groans in response.
“Did you forget that you came on me?”
Jungkook lets out a quiet burst of laughter and Hoseok feels it tickle against his neck. “Kind of forgot everything for a moment there. My brain just blanked. Sorry, hyung.” He presses an apology in the shape of a kiss to Hoseok’s neck.
“Gross,” Hoseok mumbles.
“Not gross,” Jungkook argues, and he slings his arm back over Hoseok again. He can hear the logic within Jungkook’s head, that his arm is now already covered in their combined come, so what does it matter? It matters to Hoseok, or it would, if he could summon up any energy right now.
Instead he just grumbles again.
“Don’t worry, I’m gonna clean us up soon. When my legs start working again.”
“Oh good, I’m glad it’s not just me.”
Jungkook snickers at that. He buries his face into the crook of Hoseok’s neck, and Hoseok reaches over to touch whatever part of Jungkook he can reach - he ends up giving Jungkook’s waist an affectionate little squeeze.
“Do you think you might wanna do that again sometime?” Jungkook asks.
Hoseok doesn’t even need to think about his answer. Every inch of him is clear and obvious evidence. “Fucking yes,” he sighs.
He can feel Jungkook’s smile, warm and sweet, as it curls against his skin. Feels a matching one settle on his own face.
“Oh good, because you were really hot today, hyung.”
Hoseok’s laugh is weak, if only because most of him still feels weak and boneless. But he feels good. And will feel even better after that promised clean up.
But for the moment, he’ll feel comfortable, and sated, and loved, held tight in Jungkook’s arms.