Hoseok didn't repeat himself.

Didn't move closer. Nor did he move away.

Just the same, Yoongi felt a pull, a tug. As if from invisible hands.

His center of gravity drawn to Hoseok as if by sheer magnetism, mind in a heady trance that had absolutely nothing to do with the alcohol in his bloodstream.

It was the same feeling that had taken over his mind for years.

The feeling that gave him laser focus on Hoseok when they and the members reviewed their dance breaks. The feeling that made him pay attention to Hoseok to the point that he had an encyclopedic knowledge of everything j-hope. Hobi. Jung Hoseok (fucking knowing that Hoseok's father collects rocks, for example).

Well, encyclopedic knowledge from an outside, strictly best-friend perspective.

But here they were, Hoseok having just said... that, waiting as they lay barely inches apart, hot breath traded between them and Yoongi - finally - couldn't ignore the pull.

So he moved forward, slowly, and as if having been given the green light, Hoseok rushed to meet him, hands pulling Yoongi by his loose-fitting shirt, water bottle rolling off the bed onto the floor.

Their lips touched, Hoseok's soft and still a little wet, and Yoongi's (he was very conscious of it now) by contrast were a little chapped today.

But if Hoseok noticed, it didn't deter him, licking over Yoongi's bottom lip and taking it between his teeth, demanding the kiss go deeper.

And there was a joke among the members and in the fandom that 'whatever Yoongi wants, Yoongi gets' - but it was nothing in comparison to the way Yoongi wanted to make damn sure Hoseok got everything he wanted tonight.

He deepened the kiss and Hoseok's tongue glided over the roof of his mouth, curling around his tongue.

Hoseok's hands, moving any and everywhere on his body, pulling him closer.

Hands. Sliding up his thighs. Hands on his ass. Hands in his hair. Hands on his-

Hands on his face.

Hoseok's hands on his face. Fingers ghosting his hairline. Thumb moving softly against his cheek. The pulse of his palms under his jaw.

And Hoseok held his face, kissing him in slow motion.

This is all Yoongi wanted. This is all Yoongi wants. This is all Yoongi will ever want-

And then Hoseok rolled them over, body pressing into him, pushing him into the mattress and Yoongi scolded himself for his limited imagination.

What he wanted now was just everything about Hoseok.

And Hoseok became everything. Yoongi's senses became chaos. Became nothing more than Hoseok-detectors.

As they should.

Savoring the way that Hoseok felt. The weight of his body as he pushed Yoongi into the mattress, the taste of his tongue and the remnants of whiskey they'd downed over the course of the night. The way he smelled when freshly showered before bed, not a trace of cologne. Just home.

Yoongi let his hands trace Hoseok's body, flush against his own, Hoseok hummed into his mouth at the sensation and Yoongi could hear his voice knocking around the inside of his skull.

And a new sensation, like the loss of gravity. Lighter, ready to simply be immersed in this moment when-

Hoseok's knee fell between Yoongi's thighs grazing his half-hard cock in his sweatpants and Yoongi damn near lost his mind.

"Sorry-"

"No.," Yoongi didn't bother finishing his sentence, didn't bother explaining how right that felt.

Just grinding against Hoseok's thigh was enough to send the message and Hoseok let out a breathy, "Shit, hyung."

Lips returning, but now Hoseok was thoroughly grinding back on him, the fabric of his shorts, thin, and Yoongi felt the entirety of his cock against his own and oh how he wanted to ditch the sweatpants.

He pulled away, just for a second, "Hoseok."

Yoongi turned to check the time on the clock, and his whiskey-addled mind didn't register anything but 'late-as-fuck' because Hoseok had started kissing down his neck and holy fucking shit.

"Mmmm- what?"

"You give really good pep talks."

Hoseok laughed against his skin and it was the lightest Yoongi had felt in years.

He placed a hand under Hoseok's chin bringing him back up to his lips, Hoseok still smiling into the kiss.

The taller man pulled away, eyes dark, corner of his lips pulled into a smirk-

"Also give really good head." He made a point to tilt his face down to where their hips met and Yoongi took the fucking hint.

Yoongi shoved his hands to the waistband of his sweatpants, pushing them down along with his boxers.

Hoseok kissed him again then backed away, moving down his body while looking Yoongi in the eyes in a way that sent a burning feeling through his gut and pulled an involuntary moan from his lips.

And then he felt them.

Hoseok's hands running up his thighs as his tongue simultaneously traced down his navel. Lingering on his skin.

Yoongi gasped as Hoseok licked a broad stripe up his cock and sucked him into his mouth.

Loss of gravity and now Yoongi's body was becoming liquid. An eventful night, for sure.

Feeling Hoseok around him, Yoongi could hardly think clearly but after only a few moments, before Hoseok could really get going, Yoongi pushed himself up, leaning on his elbows-

"Wait-"

Hoseok pulled off him, mouth red and shining, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing-"

Except that his imagination was working again.

Yoongi shifted next to him, "Do you... Do you wanna lay on your side for me?"

He didn't have to ask twice. Hoseok was laying on his side, mouth back on Yoongi, tongue curling around his cock and Yoongi had to take a moment before he could concentrate on pulling Hoseok's shorts down over his hips.

He brought his hand up, pumping Hoseok only a couple times, feeling the younger man moan around his cock and Yoongi knew himself- he probably couldn't last long if Hoseok kept that shit up.

But he thought of Hoseok's words - 'Need to catch up to you' - as he wrapped his lips around the head of Hoseok's cock and then swallowed him down, nose meeting the heat of Hoseok's skin in that juncture where his inner thigh met his groin.

And that made Hoseok pull off him entirely, throwing his head back as he groaned and Yoongi couldn't help feeling a deep satisfaction at the sound. Couldn't help bobbing his head, repeating the motion.

Over. And over.

"Yes- shit-"

And Yoongi knew he needed to hear more of that, so he kept focused on Hoseok - some of his best work and Hoseok's sounds confirmed.

Hoseok, regaining some semblance of composure was back on him, hollowing out his cheeks, his arms wrapped around his lower-half, squeezing his ass in his hands and pulling him still even closer. Buried still deeper in the dancer's mouth and it was hard for Yoongi to keep up his momentum.

But he managed to keep his focus, keep his pace. Even as the vibrations of Hoseok's noises had his stomach tightening up, had his skin on fire - he kept moving, kept laving his tongue against Hoseok, pulling the hottest sounds from him.

Until a thought occurred to him and he pulled off.

"Hoseok?"

And Hoseok didn't even give him direct attention. At least... not his face.

"Mmmm?"

"Ahhh- fuck. I'm close... Mmm... Where should I-"

And Hoseok took him in deeper, humming again to bring Yoongi's attention to him, tapping a finger to his own hollowed-out cheek.

As if to say: in his mouth, duh.

"Fuck. Okay- You-ahhh- You, too. Goddamn, I wanna taste you."

Another groan around his cock that drove Yoongi over the edge, letting out a long, low moan as he came into Hoseok's mouth, Hoseok holding his legs through his tremors and working him through his orgasm.

Pulling off to kiss his thigh and this- this was more than Yoongi could have ever imagined when Hoseok took that first shot with him tonight.

Yoongi caught his breath, or at least pretended to before sitting up, pulling Hoseok into a messy kiss and pushing him onto his back.

Need to catch up to you.

Yoongi sank his mouth down over Hoseok like he was making up for lost time and soon he was writhing beneath his touch.

Soon he was clutching the sheets in his fists.

Soon-

"Fuck- Yoongi!"

And Hoseok came, hot on his tongue, trembling beneath his fingers.

And Yoongi just watched him, transfixed.

Laying there, on his bed. In his hotel room. Lips swollen and red, face flushed, hot. Shirt sticking to his skin as his chest heaved like some nonexistent, explicit alternative scene to Daydream.

And... his name. Hoseok just said his name.

In this context.

He now knew the sound of Hoseok calling out his name in the throes of intense pleasure.

He let himself be pulled back into Hoseok's arms, making a mental note.

Adding to his encyclopedic knowledge of Jung Hoseok.

There was so much left to explore.

[a/n]

'throwing his head back as he groaned'

we know the groan

cypher pt.3, anyone?

thanks for reading

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