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Seokjin is putting away his earphone and closing his online meeting window when Namjoon’s head pokes out of the cubicle next to him.
“Jin hyung. You’re coming tonight?”
“Tonight? Did we have something?”
He says, already opening his phone to the group chat. He sees Jimin’s invitation to a dinner at his and Namjoon’s place.
“Group dinner? Didn’t we just have one two weeks ago?”
They usually have their dinner every other month around third Saturday. Today is the first Friday of the month, and it’s not anyone’s birthday.
“Yeah. But you know, Hoseok-ssi will be here and Jimin wants to have a get together.”
“Oh, that’s right. The infamous Hoseokie hyung, huh?”
Seokjin has never met the guy, but he’s heard enough about him from Jimin that he feels like they are already acquainted. Hoseok is an old friend of Jimin from college who now lives in America.
If Seokjin remembers correctly from the conversation he had with Jimin during their last group dinner, Hoseok is coming back to Korea after living in the US for a few years. He forgot what it was that Hoseok does, but him coming back to Korea has been something Jimin has been secretly wishing for a very long time.
“Yeah. If you don’t have anything else, please come.”
Seokjin contemplates. He does have something in fact. He has to leave for a business trip from tomorrow and he still hasn’t started packing yet.
But then, Seokjin’s schedule is always like that. He always has something. He can still attend the dinner, maybe leave a little early so that he can pack. He always enjoys eating with his friends. He also wants to see this Hoseok guy who Jimin constantly talks about as “the coolest hyung”.
“Sure. I’ll try to stop by.”
Seokjin smiles easy, getting back to his seat to prepare for the next meeting.
Being true to his words, a few hours later he is at the liquor store near Jimin and Namjoon’s apartment. He was getting a little late, but he knows he can’t go to the group dinner empty handed. So as always, he walks down the aisle of white wine until he spots the familiar label. Luckily, there is still one bottle left on the shelf.
When he reaches for Jimin’s favorite wine though, his hand collides with another hand.
“Oops. Sorry.”
Seokjin pulls his hand and takes a few steps away, realizing that there was a man standing right next to him, trying to get the exact same bottle.
“No no, my bad. I wasn’t looking.”
A pleasant voice makes Seokjin properly look at the direction of the man standing there.
Unlike Seokjin who is in his business suits, the man looks relaxed, wearing a soft linen shirt and baggy light denim, holding a cup of iced coffee. His sunglasses look a little tacky, especially considering how they are inside the store and it’s already past sunset, but Seokjin immediately takes a notice of how his eyes look soft underneath the yellowish lens.
The man looks a bit too free spirited and too skinny to be Seokjin’s type.
Seokjin was probably wrong about his type all these years.
Seokjin notices himself staring too long. He also notices the man is staring back at him for the equal length of time.
“Uh. Go ahead. I can go find another.”
Seokjin holds his hand as a gesture to offer the man the bottle they were both reaching out.
“Are you sure?”
The man asks, tilting his head slightly. Seokjin can tell how the man is pleased at Seokjin’s offer and is ready to take it, but still asking out of courtesy. Seokjin doesn’t find it annoying though.
He likes how the man’s smile is honest like that. So Seokjin nods back.
“Yeah. Please.”
“Cool. This one’s my dongsaeng’s favorite. I haven’t seen him in ages though so his taste might have changed.”
“Oh then you have to have it.”
Seokjin says enthusiastically, picks the bottle and puts it in the man’s hand. They look soft and delicate.
He knows Jimin is quite picky about wine, but right now making this pretty man smile feels so much more important to Seokjin.
“Thank you. You are very kind.”
The man says, smiling softly. He is looking at Seokjin, but not quite looking at him direct. Seokjin instinctively bites his lips when he realizes that the man’s gaze is on his lips.
They bow politely. The man hastily walks to the cashier with Jimin’s favorite wine, while Seokjin walks to the other end of the store to look for an alternative. Seokjin looks back a few times, wonders if he will ever get to see such a pretty man again.
Luckily, he does, exactly fifteen minutes later when the door to Jimin and Namjoon’s apartment opens.
Behind Jimin who hugs Seokjin happily, Seokjin sees the same man, standing by the couch next to Yoongi. A smile appears on Seokjin’s face before a shock does. When the man’s eyes find Seokjin, he too smiles at him so easily, as if he knew they were going to meet again.
Jimin runs to Hoseok and pulls his arm.
“Hyung. This is Hoseokie hyung. Hoseokie hyung, this is Seokjin’s hyung. Namjoon’s roommate from college and his co-worker.”
They exchange a smile, a little secretive over Jimin who introduces them excitedly.
“Hey. Great to meet you.”
Seokjin says. This time, he is the one whose gaze is stuck on Hoseok’s lips. His heart skips lightly when he finds a little mole on his upper lip.
“Hey.”
Hoseok smiles back, biting his lips with a knowing look.
After that, they don’t interact much.
Hoseok sits at the very end of the dining table. He is loud when he laughs at whatever Jimin says, but otherwise doesn’t talk much and keeps smiling. Seokjin sits on the other end of the table, also laughing happily at whatever his friends say but feeling quite content just listening to them talk. Hoseok looks lightweight, his face turning crimson after one glass of wine. It’s cute. Seokjin thinks as he empties a bottle of soju in front of him and Yoongi.
They do talk, exchange some words, but only when the conversation flows that way. Jimin looks so happy to meet his old friend that he keeps praising Hoseok. Seokjin likes how Hoseok looks slightly uncomfortable and subtly tries to deflect the conversation away from him.
Just as Seokjin planned, he declines Jungkook and Taehyung’s offer to play games with them and stands up to leave before it gets too late. He does have to go home and pack, after all. He admits, he does take an extra time getting himself ready, throwing a few glances in Hoseok’s direction with a slightest bit of hope.
It’s subtle enough that no one finds anything funny. Subtle, but enough that Hoseok stands up and tells Jimin that he too should leave because he is still jet-lagged from the flight.
They both wave at their friends as the door closes, walk to the elevator, walk inside and stand next to each other. The elevator moves in silence.
Seokjin feels slightly warmer from the alcohol. He notices a faint smell of coconut from Hoseok, and he tries not to think too much about the implication of Hoseok leaving with Seokjin.
He clears his throat. It makes Hoseok flinch slightly next to him.
“So you’re staying at,”
“Westin.”
“Ah. Nice.”
Seokjin nods. It makes Hoseok turn to look at his direction.
“You’ve been there?”
“Yes. Only for dinner though. Business dinner.”
Seokjin says, feeling slightly awkward how he added an explanation at the end. Perhaps, he is more drunk than he thinks. Hoseok hums though, seemingly happy with the answer.
“I see.”
He turns back to look at the front. The elevator moves past seventh floor. When the door opens, Seokjin will walk to the right to the bus stop. Hoseok will probably walk to the left to the subway station.
“Um.”
They hesitate. Only for a moment though. Seokjin sees Hoseok’s hand move slowly to fix his hair near his ear and the next moment, Seokjin is moving to face Hoseok. It feels too natural and easy to call it an impulse. He puts his hand on Hoseok’s shoulder, and their eyes meet for a short moment before their lips meet.
They kiss, their lips moving slowly to taste each other. Hoseok puts his hands on Seokjin’s waist, tilting his head to let Seokjin have better access to his lips.
It’s unhurried and gentle, until it’s not. Seokjin puts his finger on Hoseok’s chin, subtly urging him. Hoseok hums and follows, opening his mouth and letting the kiss go deeper.
Hoseok tastes like white wine, his tongue a little cold as it moves against Seokjin’s. Seokjin pulls Hoseok closer, sucks his tongue with a little more force as an encouragement. Hoseok responds by letting out a low moan in his throat, immediately sucking back and biting Seokjin’s bottom lip. It sends electricity down Seokjin’s spine and his dick twitches. Hoseok must have felt it on his hip, he exhales happily.
They move apart as the elevator door opens. On the edge of his vision Seokjin sees Hoseok wiping his lip with the back of his hand, his cheeks getting pink.
“Taxi?”
Seokjin says, his voice embarrassingly breathless. Hoseok nods, then does something really adorable and puts both his hands on his cheeks and lets out a silent squeak.
*****
Seokjin keeps holding Hoseok’s hand the entire ride to the hotel. They don’t talk, each staring outside the car window. The warmth of Seokjin’s hand is strangely comfortable.
They still don’t talk as they ride the elevator to the seventh floor, don’t talk as Hoseok takes out his key card and opens the door to the hotel suite.
Hoseok isn’t sure if he should tell Seokjin. If he should tell him that this is not something he does. Inviting someone who he has just met to his hotel room.
He is not very worried though.
He is not too drunk to make a decision just because it feels good. He is drunk enough though, to let himself not to think too much, and let himself make a decision because it feels good.
He feels strangely confident about Seokjin too. Whatever this night is going to turn out to be, he can trust that Seokjin is going to be cool and easy and gentle about it.
“I want to fuck you. I hope that’s alright with you.”
Seokjin says breathlessly as he takes off his jacket. Hoseok nods enthusiastically, taking Seokjin’s hand and leading him to the bed.
Hoseok quickly takes off his clothes and takes out a bottle of lube and condom from the pouch on the table. A small part of him cringes, a little afraid of what Seokjin will think of him for being too eager.
“Shower?”
Seokjin doesn’t seem to notice anything weird about it and asks as he takes off his shirt and trousers. Hoseok can’t answer the question right away though, because, wow, what a body.
“Uh, I don’t care. Go ahead if you need one? I took one before I left here.”
Hoseok says, feeling too impatient as he looks at Seokjin standing right in front of him. He is probably the most beautiful living creature Hoseok has ever seen. His body is perfectly toned, skin flawless, and his dick. Hoseok feels his cheek flush and his mouth water at how impressive it looks. Okay. Maybe Hoseok lied and he will be angry at Seokjin if he goes to take shower after showing off something so magical like that and leaving Hoseok incredibly impatient.
Seokjin nods and sits on the edge of the bed, pulling Hoseok closer.
Hoseok straddles Seokjin’s laps, and they are back to kissing again. Seokjin’s skin feels smooth and warm on Hoseok’s. The contact is enough to make Hoseok purr because he already feels good everywhere. Seokjin’s big hands gently rubs Hoseok’s back, and then his thighs. Hoseok holds Seokjin’s head with both his hands, tasting Seokjin’s gorgeous lips and sliding his tongue inside. Hoseok slowly grinds his hip on Seokjin, and both of their dicks twitch at the contact.
Hoseok feels Seokjin’s hand on his thigh gripping it tighter, a slight pain making him let go of Seokjin’s lips. Seokjin traces Hoseok’s neck and collarbone with his tongue, and it makes Hoseok’s body shiver.
“Hoseokah. On all fours. Ass up. Let me taste you.”
Seokjin says, his voice low as he licks Hoseok’s earlobe. Hoseok nods, stumbles as he hurries to be in the exaction position he is told.
The air feels cold on his ass cheeks, but that doesn’t last as Seokjin’s grabs them from behind and dips his tongue without any warning.
“Ah, shit…”
Hoseok lets out a low moan, burying his face in his arms. Seokjin eats him out hungry and desperate, spitting on his hole before dipping his tongue inside, swirling it around the rim. It sends waves of pleasure one after another, making Hoseok instinctively thrust his hip backward to get a better contact.
“Eager.”
He hears Seokjin chuckle behind him, grabbing Hoseok’s hip to keep it in place.
Seokjin goes back at it, and this time it’s even more hungrier. The sound is so wet and obscene and dirty. Though he can’t see it, the image of Seokjin, beautiful Seokjin, burying his face in Hoseok’s ass, hungrily licking and sucking his rim is enough to make Hoseok dizzy he thinks he might just come from this.
Hoseok reaches back and grabs Seokjin’s arm. He can’t speak. Seokjin must have mistaken the gesture as a warning to stop, he retreats immediately, his voice slightly worried.
“Is this okay? You want me to stop?”
Hoseok nods frantically biting his lips hard. Then he shakes his head, just as frantic. Yes. That was totally okay. No. He does not want Seokjin to stop.
“Ah. You’re cute.”
Hoseok feels Seokjin crawling up behind him, and the next moment, he is kissing Hoseok’s earlobe. It’s intimate. It’s sweet. Seokjin’s dick brushes against the back of Hoseok’s thigh. It makes Hoseok’s cheeks flush. Everything feels so incredible good.
“I’m gonna fuck you now.”
Seokjin says, then slaps Hoseok’s ass, just lightly, but enough to make Hoseok’s entire body shudder.
“Please.”
Hoseok begs without being asked. His mouth waters at anticipation.
If they spent more time talking to each other, getting to know each other, Hoseok didn’t think he could act like this. There is something strangely comfortable and free about not knowing each other.
Hoseok remains in the same position, idly stroking his dick as he waits for Seokjin to put a condom on. For a brief moment Seokjin struggles to open the package, and it’s cute, how he furrows his brows in concentration as he finally manages to open it.
Seokjin comes back with a bottle of lube in his hand, sitting on his knees behind Hoseok. He drops a generous amount of lube on Hoseok’s hole and spreads it with his fingers before he pushes himself in.
Hoseok inhales deep, feeling a stretch around his hole. His throat feels tight as Seokjin slowly pushes deeper, until he eventually bottoms out.
“Fuck. You are so big.”
Hoseok says, his voice dreamy. Usually he would never say such a thing to his partner because, who says that in real life? This isn’t porn. But then, Seokjin lets out a low growl at that, and Hoseok does not regret saying it as he feels Seokjin’s dick pulsing inside him at the praise.
Seokjin doesn’t move and lets Hoseok to adjust, rubbing Hoseok’s waist and hip gently. Each such touch makes Hoseok’s body jump, muscles tense at the thickness and pressure of Seokjin’s cock inside him.
Hoseok’s body takes a long time to loosen. Usually, if he knows he is going to get dicked down, he makes sure to prepare himself thoroughly with the help of a plug and a dildo. He does it partially because he wants to save his partner from the hassle, but also because he likes to be prepared that way, so that everything flows easy and nice and under control.
Today, he felt too impatient though, and while he doesn’t regret his decision, the stretch and the pressure on his throat feel a little bit overwhelming.
“Relax, baby. Take your time.”
Seokjin says gently, sensing Hoseok’s faint panic. Hoseok tries to breathe in slow. Focus on pleasant coolness of the pillow, focus on those kisses Seokjin drops down on his spine. Eventually, his muscles start to relax gradually.
“Yeah. Like that. You’re doing so well. You feel so good Hoseokah.”
Seokjin whispers, and his voice is so gentle, Hoseok feels his nose getting tingly.
“You can move. Please.”
Hoseok begs, not caring if there is still a little bit of pain. He wants Seokjin to fuck him. Fuck him hard until he can’t think.
Seokjin’s thrusts start slow, then get faster and deeper as he gains more confidence that Hoseok is feeling pleasure and not pain, as Hoseok’s grunts and moans turn into something sweeter.
“Harder, please…!”
Hoseok begs in between the moans, jolting in pleasure at each of Seokjin’s thrust now.
Soon, the pace gets brutal. Seokjin grabs Hoseok’s waist and pounds on him, his thick long dick sliding in and out of Hoseok’s hole. Then, he stops abruptly, making Hoseok hiss at the sudden loss of sensation.
“Wanna see you when you come.”
Seokjin says, guiding Hoseok to lie on his back. Seokjin sits up in between his legs, holding Hoseok’s legs high, licking his ankle right along the achilles tendon.
Hoseok’s eyes get wet with tears of anticipation as he watches Seokjin lining his cock on his ass, rubbing the tip around the rim a few times before he pushes in. Seokjin bottoms out easily, Hoseok’s walls feeing much softer now. The pressure is still there though, making both of them groan in pleasure.
“Ah, shit.”
Hoseok’s eyes roll back as the sensation gets stronger. Seokjin starts slow, thrusting in and out carefully, shifting his angle slightly and watching Hoseok’s reaction close as he looks for that spot.
It doesn’t take long, and when Seokjin finally finds it, Hoseok’s body shudders.
“Shit…! Ah shit… there… right there...!”
Hoseok wails, pleasure so overwhelming he doesn’t know what to do. His vision gets blurry, goosebumps all over his skin. He is so sensitive everywhere.
He feels Seokjin’s teeth on his neck. He tilts his head, letting Seokjin know that he can. Mark me. Hoseok hears himself say but his brain is so, so gone. The next moment a he feels sharp pain on his neck which runs through his body like a spasm.
Hoseok wants to touch himself so bad that he reaches for it. Seokjin stops him though. “Let me.” He says, putting more lube on his hand before he spreads it on Hoseok’s aching cock and starts stroking.
The grip on his cock is tight, stroking him at a menacing pace. Every thrust hits right on his prostate, making Hoseok’s mind go completely white as he moans like stupid.
Hoseok lets out a sound he never knew he could make. Before he even knows Hoseok’s entire body shudders, spurting his cum all over his stomach and onto Seokjin’s fist. He doesn’t stop coming though, the waves of orgasm crashing after and after as Seokjin fucks him through. His brain is suddenly overcome with fear as he loses every control of his body, shivering. He feels like he can’t stop coming.
Seokjin hovers over Hoseok, putting his legs all the way up and bending him in half as he continues with his thrusts. Hoseok wants to be good. He wants Seokjin to feel good inside him. His mind is hazy from his own orgasm, but Hoseok tries to clench as hard as he can.
He feels rewarded when Seokjin groans, his thrusts getting more erratic.
“That’s it, Hoseokah. That’s it.”
Seokjin’s face contorts in pleasure, sweat dripping from his hair, his mouth slightly open. Even in this state, he looks so fucking handsome, Hoseok feels his heart swell with affection.
“Fuck…!”
Seokjin’s voice suddenly gets high pitched, and then the next moment he comes inside the condom without any warning. Hoseok moans with him, putting his legs around Seokjin’s hip to pull him closer. He wants their bodies to melt together. Wants to be filled with Seokjin’s cum, even though he knows he can’t.
“Fuck…”
Seokjin swears and lets out a series of whiny sounds as he comes. It’s so bare and cute, Hoseok chuckles and strokes Seokjin’s hair gently. They stay like that, breathing slow and deep.
Then, everything is quiet again.
Hoseok holds his arms up to plead Seokjin to kiss him. He doesn’t have to ask though, because the moment their eyes meet, Seokjin is already there, his lips moving against Hoseok’s. They are so gentle, those kisses. Hoseok mewls, putting his arms around Seokjin’s neck and holding him closer, being pliant and letting Seokjin drop little wet kisses on his lips.
*****
“Can I use the shower?”
Seokjin says, lying on the king size bed. They are lying next to each other, face to face, both faces buried half way into the pillow.
Hoseok blinks slow instead of nodding.
He looks soft, his hair messy and face looking drowsy from exhaustion. The rim of his eyes are still slightly red and puffy. He looks blissfully fucked out.
“Are you going to leave after that?”
He asks, his voice barely there. Seokjin hasn’t really thought much about it, which he probably should have. It seems that his brain hasn’t been working properly since that moment in the liquor store.
Then, Seokjin remembers about his empty rimowa lying on his bed. He nods, feeling a tinge of sadness that he will have to go and say goodbye to this beautiful man who just gave him one of the best orgasms he felt in years.
“I think so. I need to go home and pack. I’m flying to Yanbu tomorrow morning. This morning, to be exact.”
Hoseok idly itches his neck, and Seokjin realizes it’s a bite mark that he left when he was fucking Hoseok. The memory is hazy but he does remember how Hoseok tilted his head slightly and exposed his neck as he clenched himself hard around Seokjin’s cock. It was too tempting. Hoseok’s honey tanned skin just looked so incredibly delicious. It should make Seokjin embarrassed. He doesn’t usually mark someone who he’s just met like he has some right to claim or something. Instead Seokjin feels this strange swell of pride. Hoseok looks even prettier being marked like this.
“I have no idea where that is. It’s not in Korea, is it?”
Seokjin shakes his head with a light smile, finding Hoseok’s question endearing.
“No, it’s in Saudi Arabia. I work in construction business.”
As Seokjin says, he realizes. There is so much to tell Hoseok about himself. He wonders. Has he even told Hoseok his full name? Does he know that he is a Kim, and not a Lee or a Choi or a Park? He equally does not know much about Hoseok.
Hoseok keeps silent, before he speaks.
“Are we going to see each other when you come back?”
Hoseok’s eyes are looking curious.
The question isn’t demanding though. Seokjin can tell there is no underlying expectation in Hoseok’s voice. Maybe a little bit of uncertainty is there, but it’s not a bad kind.
Seokjin looks at Hoseok again, his sleepy eyes and soft messy hair.
He scoots closer and drops a little kiss on the tip of Hoseok’s nose.
They can just leave and make this a one night thing. Hoseok doesn’t have to know that Seokjin is a Kim. That will be nice. They had a great time.
Or, they can see each other next weekend when Seokjin comes back. They can tell each other about their jobs, their hobby, their future plans and their biggest fear.
They can have a nice vacation in Jeju. They can have a dinner date at Seokjin’s place eating his home made kalguksu. They can have their friends grossed out for too much PDA. Maybe they can someday meet their parents too.
Oh and they can definitely fuck more. Like, a lot more. Like, every weekend type of more.
That will be nice too. Seokjin can totally have that.
After a second or two, Seokjin nods.
“Sure.”
It makes Hoseok smile.
It’s gentle, it’s warm.
It’s very pretty. The same smile that was on his face when Seokjin told him he could have that bottle of wine. The same smile when Jimin told the entire group how Hoseok is the one who taught Jimin how kindness can make a person incredibly cool.
Hoseok blinks again, then tells Seokjin to go take shower before he closes his eyes.