Teakwood and honey.

It was such an addicting scent. Hoseok would always find himself drawn to that smell. It wasn't his favorite scent to wear, but it was his favorite to be around because it was the smell that always came attached to Yoongi.

Hoseok would bury his face in the crook of Yoongi's neck whenever they hugged, cuddled, clung, and especially when they had sex.

Yoongi would always offer to set around some scented candles or incense sticks for a good scent during intimate sessions, but Hoseok was satisfied with just the smell of his delicious boyfriend.

Even as his hips snapped forward for the sound of skin-slapping-skin and the subsequent music of whines and moans, Hoseok had his face buried against the side of Yoongi's neck, inhaling that musky aroma. And as he had his face hidden there, his boyfriend's pink lips were so close to his ear, every pant and moan setting fire to his insides.

With his knees keeping themselves hooked on Hoseok's hips, Yoongi clung to his boyfriend as every thrust threw him into overdrive. He could never fathom anyone being a better lover than Hoseok. The sex always blew his mind and left him begging for more, even when his body could no longer withstand it.

"F-fuck...Seok..." Yoongi could barely form words between his gasps and moans. "Harder...Please..." God, he wanted it. He wanted to be demolished. He craved the pure bliss that came with having his body ravaged and destroyed. "Please..."

Though he wanted to keep drowning in his boyfriend's scent, Hoseok couldn't resist those begs. He knew how Yoongi liked it, and he would never dream of leaving him dissatisfied. "As you wish, baby." And that was all it took for the pulverizing to begin.

Yoongi knew he was doomed to be overtaken by pleasure and sin as soon as Hoseok fixed himself into a more upright position. Those hands he loved so much slipped around to the backs of his milky thighs and pushed them up for a better angle. Immediately, Yoongi was thrown into a spiral of insanity. His head went back, and he arched, louder moans and cries of delirious pleasure erupting from him.

Hoseok slammed into Yoongi with relentless prowess, giving no mercy as his boyfriend didn't want it. Each snap of his hips earned him the screams of ecstasy he loved to hear. His own panting and groaning was just secondary compared to the orgasmic sounds of Yoongi in mind-melting pleasure. Being in this upright position as he thrust, he bit his lip as he watched Yoongi's veiny hands desperately grasp at the sides of the pillow beneath his head, needing to squeeze something as he sank deeper and deeper into bliss.

Feeling the heat rising up within him, Yoongi knew his time had come. He didn't even try to hold it back. He was free to orgasm whenever he needed, and he knew Hoseok wouldn't mind. So he allowed himself, crying out a strained moan as he climaxed, making a mess he knew would be cleaned up once they were finished.

Having no intention of stopping unless his boyfriend said so, Hoseok smirked, not letting up on his demolition of Yoongi's backside. "I'm...not done with you yet..." He could feel his own orgasm building, but he wanted more before he would allow himself to release.

"Use me..." Yoongi was perfectly fine with that. "Fuck m-me..."

"I will..." Hoseok leaned down and bit Yoongi's earlobe before whispering hungrily to him. "I fuck you so good..."

That couldn't be denied. "You do..." Yoongi took the chance to wrap his arms around Hoseok, clinging to him. "Fuck, you do..."

Even as Yoongi became more and more lost in the pleasure, mewling and whining, Hoseok continued to ravage him. There was no doubt that Yoongi would not be able to physically function after this, but neither of them cared. All that mattered in this moment was the overwhelming desire for more.