[a/n]

i am so sorry for the gap! i've been super busy with school and work

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🚨 it flippin' continues 🚨

soundtrack time:

(you may even want to right-click and loop, use your discretion)

https://youtu.be/AR0iU-ceM4E

They stumbled into the bedroom together, attacking each others' lips. Yoongi pulled his boyfriend into the dark room, tapping his hand along the wall several times to find the lightswitch - ultimately giving up in his hurry.

Concentrating on how fucking good Hoseok's hands felt as they traveled over his body, he didn't think about the layout of the bedroom. He broke the kiss with a groan as he bumped into a chair and lost balance. Hoseok steadied him and took over, leading them both to the bed.

He gently pushed the older onto the bed, held himself over Yoongi's body, and connected their lips again before they inched their way to the center of the mattress, not once breaking apart.

At the very center of the bed, Hoseok allowed himself to drop down onto his boyfriend, supporting his weight on his forearms but still applying enough pressure in certain places to draw out a reaction.

Yoongi broke the kiss once he could feel how hard his boyfriend was -- "Fuuuck."

"Trying," Hoseok teased, reaching toward the button and zipper of the older's jeans. He found Yoongi's eyes and was met with an eager nod. He made quick work of unbuttoning and sliding the jeans off Yoongi's body. The older followed the movement with his own hands, shedding his boxers as well.

Yoongi laid back feeling Hoseok drop kisses along his thighs and shivered as he let the words out - as if they were a breath that he was holding, "I love you."

Hoseok lifted Yoongi's shirt, chasing the fabric with a trail of kisses. Yoongi leaned forward and allowed Hoseok to slowly slip the shirt over his head. It was dark under the black material, but once it was lifted, he was met with a kiss and the bright eyes of his boyfriend. "I love you, too."

Hoseok backed away to discard his own clothes. When he returned, he gave Yoongi a deep kiss, and whispered, "Relax, baby. Let me take care of you."

Yoongi smirked, "I did run today. I deserve it," he said, earning a laugh from the younger, who was kissing down his neck. Yoongi was amazed that he could be this in love, this comfortable, with another person to be confident enough to crack such stupid jokes - and in such a compromising position.

But that was Hoseok. Even if it was only for a little while, he could make Yoongi feel like everything he did was right and perfect even though he'd spent so much of his life doubting himself.

It was then that Yoongi let himself go completely, trusting his boyfriend entirely because he was the only one who knew just which touches and in which places would make him see stars.

With his eyes closed, the darkness heightened his other senses.

He tasted only Hoseok's kisses and the lingering flavor of strawberry in the corner of his lips.

He heard only the sounds of their breathing, his own sighs, his own heartbeat.

He felt only Hoseok's mouth, tongue, and breath dragging along his body, making his skin sing songs for which his own moans provided the only vocals.

Hoseok brought himself to Yoongi's ear, "Your moans are so pretty, baby," he paused to kiss the older's earlobe, "Let's see if we can't make them louder. I'm going to prep you now, okay?"

Yoongi almost lost it right then, but the continued kisses down his chest helped to ground him.

He heard the click of the lube bottlecap and the distinct noises of Hoseok warming lubricant in his hands and coating his fingers.

Yoongi let out a low moan, feeling the first finger gently coating his entrance and slowly, delicately pushing its way inside.

"Tell me if you need me to stop at any time, baby," Hoseok emphasized this by leaning down to place a firm kiss on his boyfriend's knee.

"Dooooon't stop," Yoongi groaned, earning another quiet laugh from the younger as he slowly worked his finger inside.

Hoseok watched Yoongi's face change as the slight discomfort went away and was replaced with pleasure. "There you go... Enjoy baby," he said softly.

Before long, he pulled out and added a second finger and, eventually, a third, absolutely loving the faces and sounds his boyfriend made as he drifted farther from his lonely island of anxious uncertainty and closer to where Hoseok wanted to take him.

As promised, Hoseok helped make his boyfriend's sounds become even louder when he curled his fingers around inside him, finding his prostate and sinking his mouth down on Yoongi's length.

With all of the stimulation, Yoongi could only focus on trying to remember how to breathe, which was definitely a struggle. He didn't last a minute longer and came hard into his boyfriend's mouth, panting and bunching up the bedsheets in his fists.

Hoseok swallowed and continued pumping his fingers, watching a smile spread on Yoongi's face even though his body was shaking from the overstimulation.

"You ready for me?" he whispered.

Yoongi couldn't do much else aside from nod in confirmation, still releasing shaky breaths.

Hoseok rolled on the condom and added more lube for good measure. He hovered over Yoongi's body again as he lined himself up, feeling his boyfriend press featherlight kisses along his shoulder. He applied steady pressure, slowly entering the smaller boy who let out a whimper that surprised them both--

"Seok-ah!" the whine escaped Yoongi's mouth and he slapped his hand over his lips, clearly embarrassed.

"Don't cover your mouth baby," Hoseok said in a low voice as he continued to push in deeper, watching Yoongi practically biting into his hand trying to hold back further sounds.

Hoseok reached up and took his hand away, intertwining their fingers and locking Yoongi's arm to the bed under his own, "I want to hear you."

Following this statement, the younger pulled out and immediately filled him again and, after that point, you couldn't shut Yoongi up if you wanted to.

As Hoseok built up a slow rhythm, Yoongi became a moaning mess beneath him. His free hand trailed up Hoseok's back, pulling and grasping at him as if desperately trying to bring him nearer even though they couldn't be any closer. He inhaled deeply the bergamot scent of his boyfriend's cologne, wanting to breathe him in.

Every nerve in his body, every cell in his brain, called for him and, soon, so did his lips.

The younger boy couldn't stop smiling into the kisses he placed on Yoongi's neck while hearing the repetition of his name mixed in with his boyfriend's cries.

Yoongi bit down into Hoseok's shoulder and lost control. He came again without warning, his body clenching down around the younger, causing him to follow soon afterward.

As they collapsed and lay together, Hoseok grabbed some tissue to clean up his boyfriend.

Yoongi caught his breath and searched Hoseok's eyes in the darkness, "Are you sure you're a real person?"

Hoseok took in his boyfriend's flushed face, black strands sticking to the soft sheen of sweat coating his forehead and temples. He was taken aback by the genuine questioning, the quiet insecurity that slowly crept back into the older's dark eyes. 

He mentally kicked himself for not talking to Yoongi in the coffee shop sooner, so that he'd have known him, loved him, longer - leaving no more room for doubt.

He simply chuckled in response. "I am real, Yoongi. And I love you."

Yoongi broke into his gummy smile. "I love you, too, Hobi."

They did - eventually - sleep.

[a/n]

let me know what you think of adding music, if it's too often, if you even click it...

fyi, maybe i'm a weirdo...

but my anxiety tells me i should explain everything i do because i don't want JUDGEMENT

if you recall, i've use slowed versions of songs a lot

when they gettin'... close ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

It's because

1: hot

and

2: whenever i've done romantical 🙃 activities with a partner (kissing or et-fucking-cetera) i find that time feels different. obvs nothing is literally changed in the environment and in real-time, but the memory feels that way...

it's like a psychological thing that i forget the name of - basically, when you enjoy yourself it feels like you've spent so much more time than you have with that person, even the memory can be recalled differently.

does that make any sense to anyone?

is this too much thought for a ff?

possibly

thank you for reading that ridiculous train of thought...

... and my book

💜