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“Question,” Hoseok says into the silence of the night. “How long has it been since you’ve gotten laid?”
“What?” Seokjin hisses from the other side of the room.
“How long has it been since you’ve gotten laid?” Hoseok repeats.
It’s dark in the hotel room, only moonlight and distant street lamps illuminating the room. Hoseok is exhausted. They both are.
About two hours have passed since Yoongi’s concert ended. And they’ve got about six hours left until they have to be up and ready to go back to their bases. Back to serving, back to early mornings and salutes and barking orders. Back to not seeing each other.
And yet, despite the fact that they have so little time to rest left, Hoseok cannot fall asleep. The breathing pattern across the other side of the room lets Hoseok know that Seokjin can’t either.
Too much adrenaline. Too much excitement. Hoseok can still feel the bass of the music thrumming through his body.
He wishes the two of them were out with Yoongi and Namjoon right now, celebrating. But they’re not. They can’t.
At least the two of them are together.
There was never a question as to whether they’d share a hotel room or not. They’ve spent their first years as a group begging for separate hotel rooms, but now… The moment Seokjin and Hoseok were told they were able to get leave on the same date, they were booking one hotel room.
The concert was amazing. It was a tangible reminder to Hoseok of everything he has to look forward to once his service is over. The excitement, the noise, the energy of the crowd. The feeling of his members standing beside him. He didn’t want it to end.
Even on his way to the hotel, with Seokjin in the car by his side, Hoseok couldn’t stop smiling, couldn’t stop talking, couldn’t stop touching. Just being so close to Seokjin again – to any of the members – filled him with joy. He kept reaching for Seokjin, holding onto him when he talked, swatting him when he made jokes, leaning on him when he didn’t. Anything he could.
And Seokjin was exactly the same. Same energy. Same need for physical contact. Restless but so fucking happy.
They got to the hotel, showered and kept talking. Just talked and talked and talked. About anything and everything. About the military and about stupid shit. Couldn’t shut up. Either of them.
Hoseok stripped down to nothing but a pair of boxers and sat on the bed. Comfortable. So, so comfortable in comparison to the stiff sheets and stiffer mattresses at the base. Seokjin, wearing a shirt and boxers, sunk into the bed with the kind of moan that was so lewd it sounded like it came straight out of a porno.
Hoseok laughed at him. But he didn’t laugh for long. The moment his back hit the mattress, he was pretty much on the verge of an orgasm himself.
Soft, luxurious, expensive. Hoseok twisted in the sheets and moaned too. He never really forgot what it was like to not have money, had never had a problem with simpler surroundings because that’s what he grew up with, what he was used to, but fuck. After serving for four months, being reminded what it’s like to be rich was fucking amazing.
And now, they’re both here, lying in these incredible beds. Alarm clocks set, lights off, Monday looming ahead of them.
And silent. They’re finally silent. So silent. Holy fuck, Hoseok hates it.
The digital clock on the wall is flashing the time in bright, white, unignorable numbers.
They manage to stay quiet for five minutes. Five whole minutes. Each of which feels like an eternity.
Seokjin breaks first, starts talking about another ridiculous thing one of his recruits did. Hoseok, of course, laughs and then shares his own story. They talk, they joke, they laugh, and then it’s over. Time to sleep. Quiet again.
Another six minutes of silence.
Hoseok breaks next. Keeps telling the same story. More details, more giggling – from him and Seokjin. And Seokjin, of course, adds his own commentary. Again, they talk, they joke, they laugh, and then, it’s time to sleep.
Ten minutes this time.
Seokjin breaks. Tells Hoseok about a conversation that he had with his sergeant. A serious one – about the importance of serving versus the importance of their impact as idols. The need for both. The example that they’re setting by enlisting.
Hoseok listens. And doesn’t joke and doesn’t laugh. Because this matters to him. He’s had similar conversations with other soldiers as well, but not with anyone this high-ranking. So, he listens. And then, he shares some details from the conversations he’s had about this subject as well.
Another ten minutes.
Fifteen.
Eighteen.
Time is ticking. There are about five and a half hours until they have to wake up. They should be asleep. They’re trying. They’ve said ‘good night’ like- four times by now. But neither of them sleeps.
Seokjin’s words lay heavy on Hoseok’s heart. And Hoseok doesn’t like it. Doesn’t want to go to sleep and wake up feeling so fucking somber. Not after such an amazing night.
So, he figures – another funny topic. Something silly. Something light. They’ll talk and joke and laugh, and hopefully, it’ll be easier to fall asleep afterward.
He doesn’t think anything of it. Doesn’t think the topic will go anywhere. It’s just funny, so he just asks.
“Seriously,” Hoseok says. “Have you gotten laid since enlisting? Because I haven’t.”
He can’t quite hide the bitterness in his voice, and Seokjin snorts.
“What?” Hoseok smiles. “I used to get laid twice a week at least. Now… hyung, it’s been four months, I can’t do this anymore,” he laughs breathily.
Seokjin lets out a laugh too, “Four months… only half of what I've served.”
“Which is why I'm asking!” Hoseok exclaims, turning onto his side to look at Seokjin, who’s on his back. “Tell me, please, that you’ve figured out a way to get some in these extra four months that you’ve been there.”
“Very sorry to disappoint you, but I indeed have not,” Seokjin answers.
Hoseok hisses, “Eight months without getting laid sounds horrible.”
Seokjin hums in agreement, “I have figured out how to jerk off in complete silence in the middle of the night though.” Then he mutters, “I was never a quiet masturbator before.”
Hoseok snorts.
“It’s a special treat,” Seokjin says, unembarrassed. “I don’t do it often. And whenever I do, I'm fully aware that there are probably at least a couple other soldiers doing the same thing in the same room at the same time but… still. It’s something.”
Hoseok chuckles, “When I started, I thought maybe I could pump one out quickly in the shower every once in a while but…”
“In the communal shower?” Seokjin exclaims, turning onto his side to face Hoseok as well.
“I didn’t realize it would be like that!” Hoseok laughs. “I was so used to showering with you guys in the same house that I was like… eh, it’ll be the same as when we all had to share one bathroom. I’ll close the curtain, jerk off, and fuck it if anyone realizes. It’s not like it would be the first time someone caught me jerking off-”
“There are shower curtains at your base?!” Seokjin cuts him off again.
“No, that’s the point! I was expecting at least a curtain, but that’s not what I got!” Hoseok bursts out laughing.
“Goddamn, I was about to write a complaint to management,” Seokjin murmurs.
Hoseok snorts.
Seokjin laughs breathily.
They go silent again, blinking at one another.
No more than one minute this time.
“Seriously though,” Hoseok says. “Four months. Eight… I don’t know how I'm supposed to survive eighteen.”
“Is not getting laid really the worst part of this for you?” Seokjin asks, smiling.
“It’s up there,” Hoseok grumbles.
Seokjin laughs quietly.
“The showers being set up like that make it so much worse,” Hoseok adds.
“Because you can’t jerk off?” Seokjin asks.
“No,” Hoseok answers slowly. “Because they’re full of soldiers.”
Seokjin squints.
“And there are no curtains to hide those soldiers,” Hoseok clarifies. “Those hot, in-shape, naked soldiers.”
“Ah,” Seokjin nods.
Hoseok nods too, “You know what I mean?”
“I know what you mean,” Seokjin smiles.
“No, really, if I hadn’t been so fucking stressed in the beginning,” Hoseok says, “I probably would have been popping boners every shower.”
Seokjin snorts, “I’m afraid to tell you that even once you stop being so stressed, the hot soldiers are not something you get used to. Prepare for boners. They’ll happen. And you won’t be the only one with them.”
Hoseok gasps playfully, “You sneak a peek and see one? During shower time?”
“You haven’t?” Seokjin eyebrows go up, doubtful.
“Of course I have,” Hoseok answers. “But between the two of us, I’ve always been the more tactless one.”
Seokjin grins, turning onto his back again, “I’ve caught plenty of them sneaking a peek at me too. It’s only fair that I glance back.”
“Oh, yeah,” Hoseok says. “Young soldiers… they know who we are. I’m not mad at them for being curious. For looking.”
“I’m not either,” Seokjin says. “I was kind of expecting it.”
“At least they try to be covert about it instead of straight-up staring,” Hoseok says. “I can appreciate that.”
Seokjin hums in agreement.
“Most of them,” Hoseok adds.
“Most of them?” Seokjin asks.
“Well, there is this one…” Hoseok says, voice purposefully going low.
Seokjin turns his head toward Hoseok again, curious.
Hoseok smirks, “He’s twenty. Fresh-faced, skinny but lean, tall. Fast. Talented. And so fucking hot. I asked him at one point if he was involved with the idol industry somehow. He’s definitely attractive enough for it. He said no, he’s a swimmer. He’s been training under me for a minute now, and he still looks at me with those wide eyes of his,” Hoseok shakes his head. “If I had to guess, I’d say he’s a virgin.”
Seokjin whistles.
“Yup,” Hoseok says. “Watches me constantly. In the showers, in bed, all of it. Probably thinks I don’t see him. But I do. I swear, all it would take is one request, one order, and he’d be on his knees for me. Let me corrupt him.”
“That’s probably true too,” Seokjin says. “Some of them really would do it given the chance. Damn the consequences.”
Hoseok inhales and exhales loudly, “If only I could.”
“You’re lucky,” Seokjin says.
“How the fuck am I lucky?” Hoseok asks.
“Your little military crush is a trainee,” Seokjin says.
It takes Hoseok a second to get it, but then he gasps, “No.”
“Yes,” Seokjin says gravely.
“Your sergeant?” Hoseok hisses.
Seokjin groans, “Don’t judge me. I judge myself enough.”
“Does he look at you like that too?” Hoseok asks.
“I wish,” Seokjin exhales. “He’s like- forty-five years old. Married with kids. And I can’t stop fantasizing about sucking his dick.”
Hoseok laughs, “Amazing.”
“It’s miserable! He’s so hot. And so large. And so muscular. I could just- He could just-” Seokjin whines.
Hoseok keeps laughing.
“Hoseok, I would let him do anything to me,” Seokjin says, completely serious.
“Anything?” Hoseok asks.
“Literally anything,” Seokjin answers. “Whenever he wants it, however he wants it, I don't even care.”
“Damn, hyung,” Hoseok says.
Seokjin sighs.
“So you’re telling me… that when you’re going to sleep at night, surrounded by your recruits – who depend on you and respect you as their superior, you lie there and jerk off, thinking to yourself…” Hoseok makes his voice lower, “Yes, sergeant, sir, fuck me harder.”
“Oh my god,” Seokjin grumbles, a second passes, and then- “Yeah, pretty much.”
Hoseok starts giggling.
“Hey, don’t laugh,” Seokjin protests, but he’s laughing too. “You think your pretty little swimmer isn’t lying there and thinking the same thing about you?”
“Oh, I know he is,” Hoseok says. “But I'm not his sergeant.”
“You’re still technically his superior!” Seokjin argues.
“I’m not forty-five, straight and married,” Hoseok shoots back.
“Hey, don’t kink-shame me, that’s rude!” Seokjin exclaims.
Hoseok snorts, “You’re right, you’re right. I can’t blame you. The thought of getting fucked in uniform does do something for me too.”
“Right?!” Seokjin’s eyes widen. “It’s…” his mouth opens and closes.
“Aha,” Hoseok nods. “Pants around your ankles, stuck around your boots. Bent over a desk, his belt buckle and rifle bumping against your ass as he fucks you.”
“Fucking god,” Seokjin mumbles, then- “Yup. That.”
“All quick and rough and dirty,” Hoseok keeps going. “No lube, just spit, spanking your ass till it’s bright red. Can feel it the next morning every time you do a fucking sit-up.”
“Yup,” Seokjin repeats quietly, breathily.
“Or the other way around,” Hoseok says, no filter. Filter gone. Filter was gone two hours ago when Hoseok wasn’t insane from tiredness. “Him on his knees as you fuck his throat. Completely dressed except for his dick hanging out of his uniform as he jacks it. Spit and come dripping all over the place. On the floor, on his pants. His whole face wet with it. Looking up at you the whole time with those huge fucking innocent eyes of his.”
“Hoseok,” Seokjin whispers.
“Sorry,” Hoseok says, but he’s not really.
He’s hard.
He’s hard, and the sheets are soft, and the mattress is perfect, and there aren’t a million other soldiers around him to hear him masturbate, and his hand is slipping into his underwear and wrapping around his cock before he even makes the conscious decision to do it.
It’s only Seokjin here. And that makes it different. That makes it okay. Sort of. Maybe.
Seokjin’s breathing is heavy on the other side of the room. Heavy in a noticeable way. A different way. Hoseok can only guess, but he’s pretty sure Seokjin is hard too. And if Seokjin is, then he probably wouldn’t want to waste this beautiful masturbation opportunity either.
They can do it. It wouldn’t be weird. Wouldn’t even be the first time the two of them jerked off in the same room. That happened way more than once when all seven of them were teenage boys sharing one bedroom and one shower. It’s been years, and it hasn’t happened since, but still, it wouldn’t be a huge deal.
It would be the first time that they do it without pretending that they’re not. Without trying to hide the fact that they’re doing it from one another. It would be the first time they do it while perfectly aware that they’re getting off to the same fantasies at the same fucking time.
Three minutes of silence.
Hoseok is not stroking yet. Just holding. God, he’s so fucking hard.
“Too bad we’re not at the same base,” Hoseok breaks the silence. “I would have wanted to see that sergeant of yours.”
“You’d think he’s hot too,” Seokjin says, talking a bit more quietly now. “Even if he’s not your usual type.”
“If you think he’s hot,” Hoseok keeps holding his dick, forcing his hand not to move yet, not to cave until he knows for sure that it’s okay, “then I’m sure he is.”
“It’s a good thing we’re not at the same base,” Hoseok can hear the smile in Seokjin’s voice. “If you egged me on like this every night over there, I’d definitely end up doing something I’d regret.”
Hoseok smirks, allowing himself one slow up-and-down stroke. Just to take the edge off. Then, he holds the base tightly again.
“Like what?” Hoseok asks.
He asks this knowing that he’s pushing, that he’s taking this in a different direction, a weird direction, a direction Seokjin might have no interest in having it go, a direction Hoseok himself didn’t plan for it to go. But his filter is gone, he’s hard and horny, it’s been over four months since he’s had any sexual interaction with another human being. And maybe it’s because of the fact that they haven’t seen each other for so long, maybe because there’s a disconnect now between them, however small, that wasn’t there before. Maybe that’s what makes the thought of doing this with Seokjin not instantly feel wrong. Or maybe it’s because this started as something funny, but Seokjin isn’t protesting in disgust or making a joke out of this that-
“Like hitting on him,” Seokjin answers, cutting off Hoseok’s mildly panicked train of thought. “Saying something dumb about how hot he is. You say that you’re the tactless one, but you forget just how much you bring it out of me too.”
“True,” Hoseok turns his head toward Seokjin, calming down because Seokjin isn’t panicking. “Knowing us, we’d end up hitting on him together.”
Seokjin snorts, his open eyes focused on the ceiling, “Maybe together we’d actually manage to seduce him.”
Hoseok hums, “Do you think he can handle both of us at the same time though?” he strokes himself again – another long and slow drag of his fist.
Seokjin scoffs, “Him? Yeah, easily.”
Now that he’s looking, he can see that Seokjin’s hand is not moving under the sheets, not visibly at least. But both his arms are under the blanket, so he might be touching himself. Holding – just like Hoseok is.
“He’d spread both of us over his desk?” Hoseok asks.
“Yup, right on his desk,” Seokjin says. “Just pull our pants over our asses and-”
“And…” Hoseok urges.
Seokjin’s head suddenly turns toward him.
One corner of Seokjin’s lips lifts up into a smile, and he squints.
“And…” Seokjin says. “Have his way with us? Fuck me, finger you?”
Hoseok can hear the hesitation in Seokjin’s voice now, but without a second to think about it, he asks, “Why do you get his dick?”
“Because he’s my crush,” Seokjin answers.
“But without me there, it would never happen,” Hoseok says. “Don’t you think I deserve some credit?”
“Credit? Sure. His dick?” Seokjin shakes his head. “Mine.”
Hoseok chuckles, “How long have you been thinking about him like this?”
“God,” Seokjin exhales. “Since day one. It’s the only thing that kept me going at first,” he laughs.
“Well, now I'm jealous,” Hoseok says. “I didn’t have anything like that to keep me going.”
“What? Your little twink swimmer is not good enough?” Seokjin asks.
“Oh, he is,” Hoseok says. “But I didn’t have him as a recruit since day one.”
“You still haven’t had him,” Seokjin teases. “Technically.”
“Technically,” Hoseok repeats. “But I might just call him up one day. After both of us are done serving. Make all his dirty fantasies come true.”
“And yours,” Seokjin says.
“Mine what?” Hoseok asks.
“Fantasies,” Seokjin says.
“Oh, yeah,” Hoseok says. “All of them. Keep him in my house for a couple days, make his first sexual experiences awesome, spoil the hell out of him.”
Seokjin exhales a laugh, “Is that what you fantasize about? Keeping him locked up for a couple days and having your way with him?”
“Nah,” Hoseok says. “I’m just thinking it’ll be fun to cram all these military fantasies into one weekend. Get them out of my system.”
Seokjin laughs.
“No, I told you what I actually fantasize about when it comes to him,” Hoseok veers the conversation back into that weird direction, wondering if Seokjin would go with it or if that little hint of something between them that Hoseok felt was an exhaustion-induced hallucination.
“Right,” Seokjin exhales.
His cock is still hard, and he knows – for a fact – that this hard-on is not going to go anywhere until he does something about it. The question is just whether he’s going to do something about it here or run off into the bathroom to do it there.
“Him on his knees…” Seokjin whispers, hesitating but going with it, advancing in that same weird direction. “His mouth…”
A pulse of desire shoots through Hoseok’s cock, and – because Seokjin is still looking at him – Hoseok resists the urge to stroke his cock. Resists it with every fiber of his being.
Hoseok hums in agreement, “His mouth around my dick. His dick hanging out of his uniform. Jerking off, moaning, coming.”
Seokjin inhales deeply.
“I wouldn’t take it easy on him,” Hoseok says, squeezing his shaft without actually moving his hand, needing to feel something, anything. “I’d fuck his throat, make him gag on it.”
“God,” Seokjin breathes.
“It’s not a complicated fantasy,” Hoseok’s voice turns a bit darker. “I don’t let myself think too much about it. If I did, I’d need to jerk off, and I can’t just-” he licks his lips. “But if I did… the few times I let myself indulge in the fantasy… I imagine telling him to shove his pants down. Still on his knees, still with my dick in his mouth. Just shove them down below his ass. Keep sucking. I think about him mumbling ‘sir, yes, sir,’ as he sucks me – just because it’s reflexive at this point. Doesn’t matter that his mouth is full.”
Another shaky inhale from Seokjin.
“I think about telling him to suck his own fingers too. Just put them into his mouth along with my dick,” Hoseok keeps going, giving himself another squeeze. God, he’s rock hard. Throbbing hard. He wants to move his hand so fucking badly. “Then put those wet fingers inside himself. There’s no lube at the base, obviously. We’d only have spit. But it wouldn’t matter. He’d put them in anyway. Because I told him to. With another little ‘yes, sir,’ mumbled around my dick.”
Seokjin is watching his face, and Hoseok is watching Seokjin’s, but from the corner of his eyes, Hoseok sees movement. Under Seokjin’s blanket. Between his legs. It’s quick, really quick, but Hoseok could swear that he saw it.
His heart pounds, his own cock pulsing in his hand, but he doesn’t let himself stop talking, doesn’t let himself ruin this moment, this flow that they have going.
“Might even be his first time touching himself like that, who knows?” Hoseok says. “It’d hurt. Especially without lube. But it’d feel good too. He’d like it. Having both his holes filled like that. Rough and dirty. Because I’d be talking to him just like this. Keep him distracted. Tell him how hot he looks all messed up like that, how much he drives me fucking crazy when he looks at me the way that he does.”
More movement. Quick again but Hoseok is certain this time. He catches it. Because he’s waiting for it.
Seokjin is jerking off. Hoseok is talking, and Seokjin is jerking off. It’s fucking happening.
“And maybe I wouldn’t let him come like that,” Hoseok gives in too, tightening his grip on his cock and pulling – up and down, long and slow.
Seokjin’s eyes track the movement then snap back up to his face.
“Maybe I’d come on his face the way I want to, then… flip him over, shove his face into the mattress and rim him. Spread him open and lick and finger and- and just…” Hoseok gulps, strokes himself again, holds back a moan. Fuck- it feels good. “Get him wet. Get him as wet as I fucking can, then take him. Right there, right where he sleeps, with the uniforms on and no lube and- I’d take him for the first time just like that.”
“Fuck,” Seokjin whispers. “That’s…”
Hoseok hums – almost a moan but not quite, and then doesn’t say anything, letting the statement hang, wanting Seokjin to finish it, to speak.
But Seokjin doesn’t. He just inhales shakily again and looks away – up to the ceiling.
His hand moves under the blanket again though, and Hoseok can’t help but be emboldened by it.
“Which one are you imagining yourself as?” Hoseok asks quietly, boldly. “Me or him?”
He’s steadily jerking off now. The movements of his hand slow and light but consistent. He keeps his eyes on Seokjin, doesn’t look away, wondering if Seokjin will deny it, will pretend this isn’t happening.
“Both,” Seokjin answers, not denying, his hand continuing to move under the blanket. “Mostly him.”
“Is that how you’d want it?” Hoseok asks. “Rough and dirty?”
“No, I like taking my time. I like using expensive, silky lube on expensive, silky sheets,” Seokjin answers. “But under the circumstances… It’s how I imagine my sergeant doing it to me.”
“So that’s what you’re thinking about right now? When you’re listening to me and jerking off to it?” Hoseok calls him out, no room for doubt. He stops moving his hand, focuses on Seokjin and Seokjin’s reactions only. “You’re imagining him?”
Seokjin stops moving too. And not just his hand. Even the little movements of his body – the up and down lift of his chest as he breathes – it all stops. The air between them stills.
Maybe Hoseok read this wrong.
“Am I supposed to be imagining you?” Seokjin asks, and it doesn’t sound insulting. Just… curious. As if Seokjin really wants to know if that’s what Hoseok believes.
Relieved, Hoseok scoffs, “Guess not. I’m not really imagining you either.”
It’s technically true. In the fantasy, Hoseok is imagining his recruit, his swimmer. It’s just that the rest of him is here, in the moment, with Seokjin. Horny, touch-starved, so exhausted he can’t stop himself from pushing for this- this weird thing that’s happening. He’s right here with Seokjin, thinking about Seokjin.
Seokjin exhales a laugh and turns his head toward Hoseok again.
“This is way too weird,” Seokjin says, but he’s smiling.
“Is it?” Hoseok asks and pointedly drags his fist up and down his cock, making it as obvious as he can.
Seokjin watches, his smile slipping away, “Kinda.”
“Yeah,” Hoseok agrees. “But only kinda. Not as much as it probably should be. Right?”
A beat passes before Seokjin answers quietly.
“Yeah,” Seokjin licks his lips, his hand moving under the sheets again. “We’re obviously crazy and sleep-deprived.” Then, another moment passes and he says, “Keep talking.”
This is it. Not just acknowledging that this is happening. Seokjin is straight-up asking for it. Fuck, Hoseok is so into this.
Hoseok smirks, his heart thundering, and keeps jerking off too, “You getting off on this?”
Seokjin exhales.
“On which part?” Hoseok asks when Seokjin doesn’t say anything. “On me talking or on what you’re imagining?”
It takes Seokjin a few seconds too long to answer, “Both.”
“Yeah?” Hoseok asks. “Do you like the sound of my voice, hyung?”
“Shut up,” Seokjin smiles. “Now, you’re making it weird.”
“No, I'm not,” Hoseok says and briefly closes his eyes. His hand on his cock feels too good. With the soft sheets at his back and the darkness and privacy. Well- relative privacy. It’s way too good. “It’d be weirder if we pretended this wasn’t happening. Might as well embrace it.”
Seokjin snorts, “I’m trying to. I would if you kept talking.”
“How about you say something?” Hoseok says, tightening his grip on himself the way he likes.
“No, that would be awkward,” Seokjin says, and Hoseok laughs. “This is working for me, you asshole, keep talking.”
“Fine,” Hoseok smirks. “You wanna hear more about how I’d fuck my cute swimmer into the mattress?”
Seokjin exhales, and his hand moves more obviously under the blanket.
“Or do you want me to talk about your sergeant fucking you into the mattress?” Hoseok asks.
At that, Seokjin lets out a little grunt, and fuck, that’s an attractive sound.
“Actually, not the mattress. Let’s go back to that desk, yeah?” Hoseok asks because he knows Seokjin has a specific desk in mind – a real place that he’s thinking of.
“Yeah,” Seokjin whispers.
“He’d shove everything off it, then push you onto it, face first,” Hoseok says, the image unfolding in his mind so easily. “You’d be hard already, because of course you would be. And you’d let him push you, let him pull your pants down below your ass. You’d go happily. Arch your back and stick your ass out for him, make it as pretty as you can for this straight man who’s finally giving in and taking you. Because you’re desperate for it. You’d do anything he wanted you to do.”
“I would,” Seokjin says softly.
“I know. You said that. I believed you,” Hoseok says and jerks off faster. “So, you’re there, and you look back over your shoulder to see his face. He’s taking his jacket off, undoing his belt. Then, he’s got one hand on your ass and the other one jerking himself off. Only his dick is out. He’s big and thick. Hard. Just for you. Because of you.”
Seokjin inhales sharply.
“He doesn’t even say anything,” Hoseok says. “Just looks at you. Looks at your ass and jerks off. And you beg him. Yes, sir. Please, sir. Anything, sir.”
“Fuck,” Seokjin exhales, and his whole body moves as he pushes his hips into his fist. He must be so, so turned on.
The only problem is that… even though Hoseok is more than happy to indulge Seokjin by talking about this, Hoseok is unable to connect to it the same way that Seokjin is. Hoseok doesn’t even know what this sergeant looks like. He can’t imagine Seokjin turning around to look at this man that he doesn’t know. So, by default, Hoseok ends up imagining himself in place of this man. Imagines Seokjin looking back at him, arching for him, begging for him.
“And then finally, he gives in,” Hoseok says and pictures himself doing exactly what he’s saying. “Spreads your ass and just- spits. Because no lube, right? So he just spits. Makes you wet. Smacks your ass and presses his cock right into it. No prep, no nothing. Because he doesn’t understand just how much it hurts. Because he’s never done anything so dirty. Because you’re his first man. And it doesn’t matter anyway. He doesn’t care. Because you want it, and he can tell, and that’s all that matters. And fuck- it hurts. It hurts, but you like it. Rough and dirty. And so fucking good.”
“Holy shit, Hoseok,” Seokjin whispers, desperate, might be getting close.
And the sound of his name coming out of Seokjin’s mouth like this just fuels Hoseok, makes Hoseok shiver. But instead of chasing an orgasm, Hoseok slows his own hand down.
He shouldn’t. If he upped the pressure and speed just a little bit, he’d be right there with Seokjin, and this whole thing would be over. They could stop here. Before it goes too far. Turn back. If it hasn’t gone too far already.
But Hoseok doesn’t want it to stop. Hoseok hasn’t touched another human being like this for too long, and he wants it, and Seokjin is getting off to the sound of his voice and saying his name, and fuck it. Might as well, right? They’re here, they’ve crossed a line already anyway. They could do this, and it could be so fucking good. For both of them. Why not?
“Hoseok?” Seokjin asks, because Hoseok has gone quiet. Quiet and still. For too long.
Hoseok doesn’t let himself think about it. Too tired to think properly anyway. He allows the madness to overtake him entirely. Just tosses the blankets off himself and gets up and out of bed.
Whatever. If Hoseok is reading this wrong, if Seokjin doesn’t want this, Hoseok will just say that he lost his mind for a moment, that this was a spur-of-the-moment sleep deprivation-induced move.
Because that’s pretty much exactly what it is.
Seokjin hears him get up. Of course he does. He turns his head to watch Hoseok, and his eyes widen, his hand stops moving.
But Hoseok doesn’t let himself hesitate. Just keeps going. Keeps approaching. The distance between their beds feels huge even though it’s barely a couple of steps.
And then, just like that, Hoseok is climbing on top of Seokjin.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa!” Seokjin exclaims and grabs Hoseok’s biceps. “What the fuck are you doing?!”
But he’s not pushing Hoseok away, just holding him.
Hoseok stops, braced on top of Seokjin, his knees on either side of Seokjin’s hips.
The blanket is still covering him, so Hoseok can’t see, but he can feel Seokjin’s hard cock under his ass.
“I honestly don’t know,” Hoseok says, bends down, and kisses Seokjin.
This time, Seokjin does push him away, “What the fuck?”
Hoseok looks Seokjin in the eyes and doesn’t say anything. Absolutely nothing.
Seokjin stares back. And also doesn’t say anything.
A few long moments pass like that.
“You’re not pushing me off you,” Hoseok points out. “Not really.”
Seokjin’s mouth opens and closes, but he can’t deny it. He could push Hoseok off himself –could push him off the bed – if he really wanted to. But he’s not.
Hoseok leans in again. Seokjin tenses. Hoseok stops.
Close but not too close. Close enough for Hoseok to see the slight redness in Seokjin’s eyes. Tired eyes but not frantic, not angry.
Seokjin’s breath puffs out over his face.
“Why not do this?” Hoseok whispers.
“Why not?!” Seokjin repeats, outraged.
“Yeah,” Hoseok challenges. “Why not?”
“Because-” Seokjin’s mouth opens and closes.
Maybe Hoseok really is crazy, but he honestly can’t think of any good reason.
He wants to smile but doesn’t. Instead, he scoots backward, shifts his hips until his hard cock lines up with Seokjin’s. Still hard too.
“Fuck,” Seokjin exhales, shutting his eyes tightly.
“You can keep picturing him if you want to,” Hoseok says quietly. “I wouldn’t be offended.”
“What?” Seokjin asks, opening his eyes.
Hoseok shrugs, “You picture him, I’ll picture my pretty swimmer, we’ll have a good time. One good fuck before going back.”
Seokjin’s mouth opens, but Hoseok cuts in-
“You can even call me sir if you want to,” Hoseok smirks, unable to hold it back anymore.
“Oh, fuck off,” Seokjin rolls his eyes.
Hoseok’s smile widens.
It’s this that convinces Hoseok he’s truly reading this right.
If Seokjin is calm enough to roll his eyes at Hoseok… if he’s not pushing Hoseok away or yelling at him or making a joke out of the whole situation, then he’s on board. Doesn’t matter that he can’t admit it out loud yet. Hoseok knows.
Seokjin just needs to give in. And Hoseok thinks it’s not going to take much. It didn’t take much for him.
“You don’t have to,” Hoseok shrugs. “I’m just saying… if you flip over and don’t look back at me, it shouldn’t be too hard to pretend that I'm him.”
Seokjin squints, his mouth opening slightly.
It takes him a few moments to respond, but the moment he does, Hoseok knows he’s got him.
“You’re nothing like him though,” Seokjin says, and his voice is different now. There’s an edge to it. Dark and teasing.
Seokjin’s in. He’s so in. Hoseok’s heart pounds.
“He’s so much bigger than you,” Seokjin adds and opens his mouth to say more, but before he does-
“I’m big where it counts,” Hoseok counters, perhaps a little too smugly.
Seokjin blinks a few times, his mouth twitching, like he suddenly forgot what he was going to say. His eyes shift down, looking between their bodies.
“Oh,” Hoseok nods. “Now you’re interested?”
Seokjin inhales, licks his lips.
“Give in,” Hoseok hisses. “Admit you want this.”
Seokjin opens his mouth and tilts his head but doesn’t say it.
“I’m already in your bed, on top of you. I’ve admitted,” Hoseok rolls his hips, hard cock dragging against hard cock. “Fuck whatever reasons you have in your head for why this shouldn’t happen. It should. Give in.”
There are three fucking layers of fabric between them, but they can both still feel each other. Seokjin’s mouth drops open, and a sharp exhale gets punched out of him.
“Say it,” Hoseok urges. “Say it, and we’ll do it, and it’ll be so fucking good.”
Seokjin closes his mouth, purses his lips.
“Come on,” Hoseok says. “You know there’s no good reason not to. If you really believed we shouldn’t do this, you would have shoved me off you ten times by now.”
“I’m not gonna see you for months after today,” Seokjin says suddenly. “At best.”
“That’s better,” Hoseok says. “No chance for it to get awkward after. Just one good night.”
Seokjin swallows, hesitates, then- “Just one?”
“For now, just one,” Hoseok smirks. “Don’t even know if this one will go well. If we’ll want more after… we’ll see.”
Seokjin scoffs, “You’re insane.”
“And you’re still hard,” Hoseok rolls his hips again.
Seokjin’s eyes flutter.
Hoseok grunts. Feels good.
“Nothing could make me go soft right now,” Seokjin snaps. “I was too close.”
“Oh, so you’re saying this doesn’t feel good?” Hoseok asks and keeps grinding down – over and over. “Has absolutely nothing to do with this?”
Seokjin gulps and opens his eyes, his gaze intense when it meets Hoseok’s, “Are you really gonna think about someone else?”
“Are you?” Hoseok shoots back.
“I-” Seokjin’s jaw clenches so hard Hoseok can see it. “Maybe.”
“Answer’s the same for me,” Hoseok says.
Seokjin licks his lips. Hoseok watches.
“I know it’s hypocritical,” Seokjin says, “but my ego doesn’t like that.”
Hoseok laughs lowly, “Give me something good to think about instead then.”
A moment passes, then another, then one more, then-
“Fuck,” Seokjin exclaims, grabs Hoseok by the neck, and drags him down into a kiss.
The kiss is not a skillful one by any measure. Their mouths clash, opening wide, tongues seeking each other immediately.
It’s hectic and frenzied, wet and rough, so full of desperation and urgency and selfishness and greed. And it’s one of the best kisses Hoseok has ever had.
Hoseok presses his hips hard onto Seokjin’s, and Seokjin moans. He moans. Right into Hoseok’s mouth. Hoseok grunts in response, grinding down harder.
Seokjin’s fingers dig into Hoseok’s skull, scrambling for purchase, then flatten, grabbing his head on either side and holding on. As if he was expecting there to be hair for him to grab. As if he forgot, for one moment, about the fact that Hoseok’s hair is cut so short now.
Hoseok almost laughs but manages to hold it back.
Instead, he mumbles, “Fuck, your lips,” because Seokjin’s lips are- fuck, they are so-
“Shut up,” Seokjin says and keeps kissing him.
“So fucking soft, holy fuck,” Hoseok doesn’t shut up.
“Shut up, shut up,” Seokjin mutters, moves back, lets go of Hoseok’s head and grabs the blanket instead, trying to shove it off himself.
It’s stuck between their bodies though, and Hoseok has to move his hips back – away from Seokjin’s hard cock. Tragic, but Hoseok does it, because he wants skin, he wants to feel. Together, they shove the blanket out of the way, and Hoseok immediately reaches for Seokjin’s shirt.
“Too many clothes,” Hoseok says angrily as Seokjin pushes his torso off the bed. “Too many fucking clothes.”
Seokjin’s shirt hasn’t even hit the ground yet when Seokjin starts shoving Hoseok’s boxers off. Hoseok reaches for Seokjin’s at the same time, and it’s a mess. They can’t get rid of anything. Frustrated, Hoseok heaves himself off Seokjin and drops onto his back beside him. They both strip themselves quickly, and then, Hoseok is right back, settling on top of Seokjin.
“Oh, that’s gonna feel good,” Seokjin whispers, staring at Hoseok’s cock. “Holy fuck, that’s gonna feel good.”
Hoseok smirks.
“Shut up,” Seokjin says and wraps his legs around Hoseok’s hips.
This time, when Hoseok lowers himself, their cocks touch directly, and it might just be the best feeling in the world.
They both moan. Seokjin grabs Hoseok’s head again and kisses him, writhing beneath Hoseok, trying to press closer.
“Fuck, Seokjin,” Hoseok says.
Seokjin breaks the kiss, throwing his head back, and Hoseok dives for his neck. Kissing, licking, gently biting into his skin.
“Oh, god,” Seokjin exhales and rolls his whole body against Hoseok’s. “Oh, god.”
There’s wetness smearing between their cocks now. Precome. And not Hoseok’s. Hoseok knows his own dick enough to know that it’s not his. He looks down, but fuck- it’s too far and too dark to see. And he wants to. He really, really wants to.
Quickly, before he overthinks it, Hoseok stretches his arm out above Seokjin and turns the bedside lamp on.
Seokjin groans, pained. Hoseok shuts his eyes tightly. Fucking shit- it’s bright.
“Are you trying to kill me?” Seokjin complains. “Why the fuck would you do that right now?”
“You’re wet, I wanted to see,” Hoseok says. Plain, honest, direct. Too tired to sugarcoat.
With the light on, Hoseok can actually see Seokjin blush.
But he only sees it for a moment. His eyes immediately turn down. And god- Seokjin really is wet. The head of his cock is drenched in precome. So shiny with it.
He doesn’t even think before reaching down and wrapping his hand around Seokjin’s shaft, sliding his thumb over the slit, gathering and smearing that wetness all over.
Seokjin moans, his hips pushing up into it, but he says, “Fuck, fuck, get your hand off me.”
“Why?” Hoseok doesn’t.
“I told you- I was too close,” Seokjin chokes out. “If we’re doing this, then I wanna come with your dick in my ass, not from a fucking handjob!”
Hoseok chuckles. He doesn’t want to let go. God, he doesn’t want to let go. But he does. Because he gets it.
Instead, he lowers himself onto his elbows, bracing himself on either side of Seokjin’s head, and asks, “Why are you the one getting fucked?”
Seokjin seems stumped by that, blinking quickly, his mouth open.
“I wanna get fucked too,” Hoseok smiles.
Seokjin smacks Hoseok’s shoulder.
“Are you kidding me?!” his eyebrows shoot up, his eyes going huge. “All that talk about screwing your swimmer and me getting screwed by my sergeant and you having a big dick, and now you wanna get fucked? Excuse you?!”
Hoseok snorts, “Yup.”
Seokjin’s mouth drops open in outrage.
Honestly, Seokjin’s right. Under normal circumstances, Hoseok would probably prefer to top. But this is different. He’s going back tomorrow. And it’s going to be fuck knows how long before he gets to have sex again. He wants to feel this. He wants to have a reminder of this. He wants that little bit of throbbing pain to stay with him. For as long as possible.
“That is not what I signed up for,” Seokjin sasses, and his arms move between them as if he’s going to cross them over his chest, looking serious yet hilarious at the same time.
Hoseok stops him, holding back laughter, grabs his wrists and pins them to the bed on either side of his head.
Seokjin blinks up at him, surprised.
“Fine, I’ll top,” Hoseok smirks, brushing the tip of his nose against Seokjin’s. “Since you’re so desperate for it.”
He isn’t going to fight about this. Never was. He’d like Seokjin to fuck him, which is why he brought it up. If Seokjin would have jumped on board, wanting to do it, then Hoseok would have been ecstatic. But he knew that wasn’t really where this was going. And he’s plenty happy with where it is going.
“If you think I'm ashamed of that, you are very, very wrong,” Seokjin quirks his eyebrow. “I’m way past being ashamed about anything right now.”
Hoseok’s smile widens, “Good, I like ‘em desperate.”
Their eyes lock, “You have condoms? Lube?”
“In my bag,” Hoseok says.
“Get them,” Seokjin says.
Hoseok grunts. The last thing he wants to do is get off Seokjin. But he has to, so he presses a harsh kiss onto Seokjin’s lips and goes. Just rips the band-aid off. Hauls himself off Seokjin and heads for his bag.
When he turns back around – a bottle of lube and a box of condoms in his hands – Seokjin is-
“Fuck,” Hoseok whispers.
Seokjin has turned over. Onto his hands and knees. Ass up, back arched, legs spread wide. Hoseok watches as Seokjin lowers himself onto his elbows, shifting around, getting comfortable.
Hoseok is so glad he turned on the light. It’s casting the most stunning shadows across Seokjin’s body. Just- emphasizing everything. Every curve and line. The pretty bow of his spine. The roundness of his ass. The way his cock hangs there, heavy, hard, waiting. Hoseok can actually see the precome dripping. A thin string from Seokjin’s cock to the bed.
“Fuck,” he repeats, making Seokjin look back at him.
He expects Seokjin to snipe at him, tell him to hurry up, but Seokjin doesn’t. Seokjin smirks and looks away. Not saying anything. Simply letting Hoseok look.
Yeah, Hoseok won’t be thinking about anyone else right now. Not even for a second.
He walks back toward Seokjin slightly dazed. Unbalanced. Breathing hard. He’s so focused on Seokjin, has so little spatial awareness, that he actually ends up bumping into the bed.
Seokjin’s snort barely even registers for him. Hoseok is mesmerized. It’s like he’s being lured. Unable to stop.
He doesn’t know why he’s surprised about Seokjin being one of the most attractive things he’s ever seen. Seokjin has always been one of the most attractive people Hoseok has ever seen. But he is. He’s surprised and hard and practically salivating.
“Fuck, hyung,” Hoseok exhales, settling on his knees behind Seokjin, dropping the lube and condoms and just- touching. “You’re…” he places his hands on Seokjin’s back and drags them up. Up either side of Seokjin’s spine, over his shoulders, down his arms, scooting closer as he does, pressing his own hard cock against Seokjin’s ass.
“Yeah?” Seokjin asks breathily, and god- he sounds smug. Hoseok knows that tone. Seokjin is so fucking pleased with himself. Hoseok is pretty sure Seokjin is not thinking about anyone else either. Not yet at least.
“Yeah,” Hoseok exhales, spreading his hands over Seokjin’s ass now, squeezing, pulling his cheeks apart. Can’t stop touching. Can’t stop looking.
And Seokjin still doesn’t tell him off. No, Seokjin grabs the lube instead. He flicks the cap of the bottle open and reaches back, laying his wrist on the small of his back, aiming the bottle at his hole and squeezing.
The lube flows over his hole and down onto his balls. Slick and shiny. It drips down onto the bed. Two dark little wet spots on the soft sheets – one from the lube, the other from Seokjin’s precome. And Hoseok is mesmerized yet again. Wants to lick it. Stick his face in it. In the sheets and in Seokjin.
“Hard to look away, I know, but we do have to be up early,” Seokjin says, but he doesn’t sound mad at all. Still sounds smug, if anything. “Besides, don’t you think it would look even better if you had your fingers in there?”
That reactivates Hoseok. Yes. Yes, it would look so much fucking better if he had his fingers in there. Hoseok adjusts his grip on Seokjin’s ass and lets the pad of his thumb gently circle through the slick around Seokjin’s hole.
Seokjin sighs, “Come on, really, I don’t need more foreplay right now. Just put it in. Open me up just a little. Just enough so that you don’t rip me apart with your dick. Please, Ho-” he gasps as Hoseok slips the tip of his thumb inside him. “Yes.”
Deeper and deeper. Hoseok slides his thumb as far as he can get it. Then, he tugs it to the side, stretching Seokjin open, applying pressure until Seokjin’s hole gives and gapes. Seokjin moans brokenly and tries to clamp down. His hole keeps gaping then clenching, over and over, unable to close because of Hoseok’s finger pulling him apart. But Seokjin doesn’t complain about the roughness. He pushes back against Hoseok, trying to get him even deeper.
“Come on, more, more, more,” Seokjin complains. “Do it quickly!”
Hoseok growls and pulls his finger out. He lays himself over Seokjin, pressing himself to Seokjin’s back, his cock to Seokjin’s ass, and bites the back of Seokjin’s neck.
“I said more, not less,” Seokjin whines.
“Demanding,” Hoseok whispers darkly, runs his fingers up Seokjin’s thigh and feels his way to Seokjin’s hole.
“I wouldn’t be so demanding if-” Seokjin cuts himself off when Hoseok twists two fingers into him.
“Better?” Hoseok smiles.
Seokjin moans, “Slightly.”
Hoseok chuckles, opening Seokjin up with those two fingers, twisting them around, spreading them apart.
Seokjin moans again, “Fuck, that’s good.”
“Yeah,” Hoseok kisses the back of Seokjin’s neck and smirks. “You gonna be a good little soldier for your sergeant?”
Instantly, Seokjin snorts, “Shut up.”
Hoseok smiles wider, “I’ll promise you one thing. I’ll make it better for you than he ever could.”
“Really?” Seokjin asks, pushing back on Hoseok’s fingers again.
“I’ve got more experience than him,” Hoseok says.
“With men,” Seokjin corrects.
“That’s all I need right now,” Hoseok says, pulling his two fingers back and placing his ring finger beside them. “Want three?”
“Yes,” Seokjin exclaims, and Hoseok pushes the third one in.
“You’re taking them so easily,” Hoseok whispers.
Seokjin whines, “That’s because I really, really want them,” he tilts his head to the side, giving Hoseok more space to kiss his neck. “God, it’s been so long. Too long. Feels so good.”
“I know how good it feels,” Hoseok whispers, laying a kiss onto Seokjin’s cheek, smiling. “I’m jealous.”
Seokjin smiles, writhing, whimpering, “Alright, let’s do it like this. If you manage to hold off from coming while you’re fucking me, I’ll finger you. Let you come with something inside you.”
“Oh, you’re so kind, soldier,” Hoseok teases.
Seokjin lets out another snort, then starts giggling.
“And there’s no chance in hell I’ll be able to not come inside you,” Hoseok adds.
Hoseok thrusts his fingers into him harder, and the laughing stops. Just moaning now.
“Turn your head,” Hoseok says. “Kiss me.”
And Seokjin does. Doesn’t hesitate. Turns his head as best as he can and meets Hoseok halfway.
It’s another imperfect kiss. Uncomfortable position. Unable to do it as harshly and as passionately as Hoseok wants them to. But Hoseok loves it just as much as the last one. It’s wet and easy and… almost sweet, because it’s so unintentionally soft. And Seokjin whimpers into Hoseok’s lips when Hoseok lets his fingers brush over his prostate, which makes it even better.
“Put it in me,” Seokjin murmurs, words muffled against Hoseok’s lips. “Please, I’m really, really close, and I don’t wanna come like this.”
“Sure you’re ready?” Hoseok asks, pressing his lips to Seokjin’s again.
Seokjin nods, “Yeah, fuck, yeah.”
Hoseok deepens the kiss as he takes his fingers out of Seokjin, trying to distract him. It doesn’t help. Not really, not enough. Seokjin still whimpers in distress, with need. But Hoseok is right there with him.
“Condom,” Hoseok says quietly, laying one final kiss onto Seokjin’s lips and moving away to grab the box.
He fumbles with it. Clumsy both with tiredness and with need. His fingers are slippery, lubed up, which isn’t helping, so he wipes them over his own thigh and finally manages to rip the packet open. The first touch of his own fingers to his cock is too intense, and he has to stop, the condom braced at the head of his cock, ready to roll.
“I think I might be closer than I realized too,” Hoseok mutters.
“My ego likes that statement,” Seokjin says absently, then- “My brain though- my brain needs you to last at least long enough so I could come on that big dick.”
Hoseok laughs quietly and rolls the condom all the way down, thankful for the small distraction.
“Okay, I got it,” Hoseok says and grabs the lube, pouring it directly onto the head of his cock. The coolness of it helps.
“Congratulations,” Seokjin looks back at him and smiles.
“Shush, soldier,” Hoseok says and places his hands on Seokjin’s hips.
Again, Seokjin laughs, “I really can’t take that seriously.”
Hoseok smiles too, tugging Seokjin closer. He grinds his cock between Seokjin’s cheeks – just to do it, just because he usually likes doing it – then immediately changes his mind and stops. Feels too good. He needs to last.
“Ready?” Hoseok asks, wrapping his fingers tightly around the base of his shaft and aiming it at Seokjin’s hole.
“Been ready,” Seokjin sasses.
“Say ‘please, sir’,” Hoseok teases right back, edging the very tip of his cock inside.
“Shut up,” Seokjin says, but Hoseok can hear the smile in his voice. “Just shut up and-”
The head of Hoseok’s cock slips inside. They both tense up. Breathe.
“Fuck,” Hoseok whispers, eyes glued to the way Seokjin is stretched around him.
Seokjin nods jerkily, “Fuck.”
Another inch forward, and they both freeze again.
“Fuck,” Seokjin repeats, more frantically this time.
“Fuck good or fuck bad?” Hoseok asks, panting.
“Fuck good!” Seokjin exclaims. “Oh my god,” he shifts his weight onto one forearm and reaches down with his other hand.
Hoseok can see Seokjin’s fingers where they grip his balls tightly. Squeezing. Even pulling on them a bit. He pushes another inch or so further and pauses again.
“Oh my god,” Seokjin repeats quietly. He inhales and exhales slowly and deeply a couple of times. “Give me- give me more!”
“Still so demanding,” Hoseok smiles and pushes in.
And this time, he doesn’t stop – keeps going and going and going until he’s all the way in. Heedless of Seokjin’s whimpering, of the way his fingers are clenched tight in the sheets, of the way his tight body is barely letting him in. Because Seokjin keeps muttering the word ‘yes’ over and over rapidly, then ‘please’, and then he’s just whining.
“You are big,” Seokjin exhales. He lets go of his balls, and his arm flops to the bed.
Hoseok can’t answer because he’s panting.
“Just…” Seokjin waves his hand aimlessly, sounding absolutely dazed. “Pound away.”
And Hoseok, despite the mind-blowing pleasure surrounding his cock, laughs breathily. Can’t help it. Seokjin’s so fucking amusing.
“Seriously,” Seokjin continues with that same tone. “As hard as you can, just- go for it.”
“You sure about that?” Hoseok pulls his cock almost all the way out, then presses back in.
Seokjin whimpers, muttering curses.
Hoseok pulls way again, faster this time, and closes his eyes. Fuck. Too good. Way too good.
He’s already so close, but he speeds up anyway. Because Seokjin is pushing back onto him. Wanting more. And Hoseok is going to give it to him as best as he can for as long as he can.
“Harder!” Seokjin practically yells.
It makes Hoseok smile, “Say ‘please, sir’.” Hoseok doesn’t wait though, fucking Seokjin harder right away.
“Fuck you,” Seokjin laughs. “Let that go. Stop making me laugh.”
“Say ‘please, sir’,” Hoseok insists, because he fucking likes making Seokjin laugh.
“Hoseok,” Seokjin warns, but he’s smiling.
Just to be a dick, Hoseok slows down his thrusts.
Seokjin whines in distress, rocking his hips back right away.
“You want it harder?” Hoseok asks.
“Yes, I want it fucking harder!” Seokjin exclaims.
“Say ‘yes, sir’,” Hoseok thrusts his cock in all the way then rolls his hips, brushing his cock over Seokjin’s prostate. “’Sir, yes, sir’, say it.”
Seokjin sighs sharply.
“Do it, you know you want to,” Hoseok smirks and thrusts faster and harder, not waiting for Seokjin to comply. Because he can’t wait, because he’s too fucking close himself.
A few seconds pass, then he thinks he hears Seokjin whisper something.
“What was that?” Hoseok asks. “You said you want it harder?”
Another few seconds.
“Yes, sir,” Seokjin whispers.
Hoseok wasn’t sure whether hearing it would do anything for him or not. Turns out it doesn’t. Doesn’t turn him on, doesn’t turn him off. But he thinks… for a second, that it really works for Seokjin.
Except then Seokjin turns his head back to look at Hoseok. He’s blushing fiercely, pressing his lips together hard, his eyes are shiny with tears, and he’s so clearly holding back laughter that suddenly, Hoseok is on the verge of laughing as well.
They wait there for a couple moments, unmoving, just staring at one another.
Then, Seokjin breaks, letting out that first little snort, and before Hoseok knows what’s happening, they are both laughing. Hysterically. As if they completely lost their minds. As if Hoseok’s cock is not literally inside Seokjin right now.
Their entire bodies shake with it. Hoseok wraps his arms around Seokjin and presses himself to Seokjin’s back, and they both fall flat onto the bed. Seokjin buries his face into the pillow, and they both keep laughing.
“That was the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever said in my whole life,” Seokjin mumbles into the pillow.
Hoseok laughs so hard tears form in his eyes.
Seokjin clenches around him and moans brokenly, then keeps laughing too.
“I don’t know, I thought it was kinda hot for a second,” Hoseok says.
Seokjin turns his face away from the pillow, “Did you really?”
“No,” Hoseok says, and they both laugh harder again.
“Oh, fuck,” Seokjin clenches again. “Oh, shit. Why is this so fucking funny right now? This is so inappropriate.”
“I don’t know,” Hoseok wraps his arms around Seokjin more tightly, slides his cock all the way in, as deep as it can go, and rocks his hips against Seokjin’s.
Seokjin whimpers, still giggling, “I’m still so close.”
Hoseok exhales a breathy laugh too, lifts himself up slightly, braces his fists onto the mattress, and fucks Seokjin a little bit harder, his eyes rolling back with the sudden pleasure.
Seokjin whimpers again and stops giggling, “You’re so deep, what the fuck.”
“Yeah,” Hoseok kisses Seokjin’s neck, not laughing anymore either.
He pulls his hips back, his cock almost slipping out, then roughly shoves back in.
Seokjin’s voice breaks, “Like that. Just like that.”
So, Hoseok does it again. Almost all the way out, then pounding back in. Seokjin braces himself on his forearms again, arching his back, making the position easier, allowing Hoseok to get even deeper.
And that’s the rhythm they end up setting. Sharp enough to make the bed bump against the wall. Brutal enough to hurt Seokjin. Undoubtedly. But Seokjin holds tightly onto the sheets and cries out and clearly loves it, every second of it.
It’s like fire. Hoseok’s body burns with the pleasure. His arms burn, his thighs burn, his cock throbs. His heart is pounding so hard in his chest that it’s almost painful. Sweat is dripping down his face, wetting Seokjin’s back when he lays his forehead onto it. It’s so good that he doesn’t know how he’s holding on at all. But he is. For Seokjin.
“Hoseok, Hoseok, Hoseok,” he repeats and keeps repeating, so Hoseok knows that Seokjin is not thinking about anyone else right now, and even though Hoseok meant it when he said he wouldn’t mind Seokjin thinking about someone else, hearing his name like this is so fucking satisfying.
“Seokjin,” Hoseok says, just so that Seokjin can hear it too, can know that Hoseok is thinking about him and only him too.
“I’m-” Seokjin gasps and clenches. “Oh.”
Seokjin clenches hard. Hard enough that Hoseok thinks he might be coming. And for a fleeting moment, Hoseok thinks- no way. No way he’s coming like this, his cock hanging mid-air, untouched. But he is. Seokjin is coming. And suddenly, overtaken by the shock of it all, Hoseok is right there with him, stumbling over the edge right into an orgasm.
He doesn’t stop thrusting. Not even for a second. Keeps going as hard as he can, taking and giving every bit of pleasure possible. Lets the fire consume him, burn him.
Seokjin cries out, buries his face in the pillow, then cries out harder. Screams into the pillow.
But he doesn’t ask Hoseok to stop, doesn’t pull away from him. Instead, he lets go of the sheets and brings his hand down, wraps it around his own cock and tugs. As if all of this wasn’t enough, as if he still needs more.
That’s it though. Hoseok can’t take any more. His cock is going soft inside of Seokjin. Exhaustion is taking over him, making his eyes flutter closed. He slows down, pulls out of Seokjin completely, lifts his forehead off Seokjin’s heated skin and looks up, pants, tries to get some fresh air into his lungs.
Seokjin’s distressed whimper makes him look back down though, where Seokjin’s eyes are clenched tight and his arm is still moving rapidly, jerking off.
“Still hard,” Seokjin whispers. “Oh, fuck, I’m still hard.”
“Did you not come?” Hoseok asks, suddenly afraid he was somehow wrong.
“I did, I did, I just-” Seokjin whines.
Before Hoseok has time to properly process what he’s about to say, he asks, “Still hard, meaning still hard enough to fuck me?”
Seokjin opens his eyes and meets Hoseok’s. Hoseok holds his breath. Both of them do.
All of a sudden, the only thought on Hoseok’s mind is tomorrow – it’s leaving and no human contact and loneliness and wanting so desperately to have a physical reminder of this night. This amazing night, this amazing moment, this- just this.
And then, just like that, Seokjin shoves himself backward, pushing Hoseok off himself. Hoseok falls flat onto the mattress, sprawling out as Seokjin crawls between his legs, pushing them apart.
Hoseok sighs, his eyes closing for a second. So tired. Sheets so soft. He wants to get fucked so bad.
“You sure?” Seokjin asks.
Hoseok is nodding before his eyes even open.
When they do open, he finds the lube bottle and grabs it, shakily squeezing some onto his fingers. Instantly, Seokjin starts looking for the condoms, his head moving side to side until he spots them. Hoseok doesn’t wait. Doesn’t want more foreplay. Wouldn’t even want prep if it hadn’t been so long since the last time he did this.
His cock is soft when he pushes a trembling finger inside himself, but it still feels incredible. He sighs, roughly moving his finger around to stretch himself as fast as possible, adding a second one as Seokjin’s shaking hands fiddle with the condom packet.
It hurts, but Hoseok’s body is so loose from the orgasm that the pain barely registers. He twists those two fingers inside himself, spreads them apart, opens himself as efficiently as he can, and keeps his eyes on Seokjin.
Seokjin, whose cock really is still hard. Hard and dark red at the top, the tip covered in come. Seokjin, who’s sweating, whose hair is messy, whose face and chest are shiny with sweat. Who looks huge and absolutely fucking stunning as he looms over Hoseok, rolling the condom on and taking the lube out of Hoseok’s hands.
“You’re soft,” Seokjin says, panting.
“Aha,” Hoseok nods, trying to decide whether he needs a third finger or not. Probably not.
“You think you can come again?” Seokjin asks, dropping the lube bottle onto the bed and wrapping his hand around his shaft, flinching at the contact but not letting go.
“I don’t think so,” Hoseok says. “But I don’t care.”
“Then seriously, are you sure?” Seokjin asks, pushing Hoseok’s legs wider apart and scooting closer.
Hoseok takes his fingers out of himself and lets his arms drop to the bed, exhausted, “I wanna feel it tomorrow,” he catches Seokjin’s gaze, trying to make him understand.
Seokjin nods, seems to get it. He places the tip of his cock at Hoseok’s hole, looks into Hoseok’s eyes again, and, when he finally accepts that Hoseok isn’t going to change his mind, he presses in.
Hoseok exhales sharply and closes his eyes. Pain flares inside of him. His toes curl. He clenches. His hole burns, forced open on Seokjin’s cock, nowhere near prepared enough, but that doesn’t matter. It’s so good to feel Seokjin inside that Hoseok throws his head back and moans.
“Fuck yeah,” Seokjin exhales, pushing deeper, deeper, deeper, endless.
Hoseok’s eyes flutter open. He wants to see. Wants to sleep but wants to see more. Weakly, he raises himself up onto his elbows and stares at the place where Seokjin is buried inside of him.
“Oh,” Hoseok exhales, reaching down and taking hold of his sensitive balls, moving them aside to see better.
He has the perfect view of the first thrust – of Seokjin withdrawing and pushing back in, of the way his hole stretches and pulls around the width of him. The sight of it makes him moan again.
His cock is still fully soft, still with the fucking condom on, full of come. Gross and uncomfortable, but he tries not to think about that. Seokjin feels so good.
“God, come here,” Seokjin says, braces one hand next to Hoseok’s head and uses the other one to cup Hoseok’s cheek as he leans down to kiss him.
Hoseok opens his mouth for Seokjin, lets Seokjin lick inside, gives back as best as he can despite how tired he is. And this kiss… this one might actually be perfect. Lazy and languid and comfortable while still being lustful. Erotic. Full of desire.
The pace of Seokjin’s thrusts increases along with the pace of their kiss. Not hard, not fast, Seokjin can tell that Hoseok can’t take it that way. But a little bit faster and a little bit harder. Just right.
Hoseok brings his trembling hands between their bodies and tries to get the condom off himself without breaking the kiss. But he can’t. Can’t concentrate on both things at once, can’t really touch his cock because it’s still so sensitive. But he wants the condom off. Wants his skin to be able to breathe. Can’t stop thinking about how much it’s bothering him no matter how hard he tries.
Of course, Seokjin notices his frustration. But Seokjin’s reaction is to stop kissing him, stop fucking him.
Hoseok exhales, disappointed and sad, but it doesn’t last long. Seokjin quickly helps him get the condom off, touching Hoseok’s sensitive cock and making Hoseok hiss. And then, he comes right back, covering Hoseok’s body with his and kissing him, speeding up his thrusts again.
Seokjin’s stomach touches Hoseok’s cock every time he pushes in.
It makes Hoseok flinch, shrink away, but not enough to ask Seokjin to stop. Because somewhere underneath the oversensitivity, there’s a tiny dash of pleasure as well, only accentuated by Seokjin’s cock brushing his prostate. Seokjin’s stomach keeps touching him, and the harder Seokjin thrusts, the more intense the touching becomes, the more of that pleasure spreads through Hoseok’s soft cock.
Hoseok doesn’t think he can get hard again. Not so soon. So he doesn’t even try. He wraps his arms around Seokjin’s shoulders and focuses on everywhere else instead. His prostate, the burning stretch of his hole, the kiss. God, the kiss. Seokjin’s soft lips.
Now that they’ve both come, there’s a bit less of a rush. They still move fast, but it’s not frantic. There’s no laughing, just harsh breathing, moans exhaled into each other’s mouths every once in a while.
Hoseok runs his fingers over Seokjin’s head, over his short hair, and doesn’t let himself think about tomorrow. He keeps himself right here.
When a wave of heat washes over his body, he doesn’t think anything of it. He arches with it, breaking the kiss and throwing his head back, digging his fingers into Seokjin’s shoulders and tugging Seokjin flush against his chest.
Seokjin kisses Hoseok’s neck, and Hoseok rolls his body, purposefully pressing his soft cock against Seokjin’s stomach this time.
He’s still trembling, but a bit less sensitive now. Used to the contact. So he does it again. And again and again. Rocking his cock against Seokjin’s skin.
“Are you close?” Seokjin asks quietly.
Hoseok shakes his head, panting so hard that he can’t even talk.
“I’m close,” Seokjin adds, pressing his lips to Hoseok’s neck again.
“You can come,” Hoseok says on an exhale. “Whenever you want.”
When a second wave of heat crashes through him, his eyes widen, because suddenly, it feels like maybe he is close. Despite being soft. His toes curl, his body clenches, going taut, his mouth drops open.
Seokjin fucks into him harder, losing his control, losing his rhythm, thrusting into Hoseok’s prostate so hard it knocks the breath out of him.
Hoseok gasps. Once, twice, three times. His voice breaks. His breath catches in his throat. Heat rushes through him again.
He digs his nails into Seokjin’s skin and holds on, suddenly on the precipice, almost there, shocked and shaking, thinking no way. No fucking way.
But it happens. He comes. Again. Just like that. Still soft, with barely anything spilling out of him, he comes. And Seokjin follows, his cock pressed all the way in, his mouth open wide against Hoseok’s neck, his whole body shaking.
Seconds tick by. Maybe minutes. Hoseok doesn’t bother looking at the clock.
His whole body is pulsing along with his heart. Twitching with each beat. He’s clinging onto Seokjin, not wanting to let go. And Seokjin doesn’t seem to want to move either, staying right where he is, panting into Hoseok’s neck.
Hoseok is still shocked when he starts coming down from it, blinking blankly at the ceiling.
He can’t believe he came again. Like that.
“Holy fuck,” Hoseok whispers, breathing hard.
Seokjin licks his lips. Hoseok can feel his tongue brush against his skin.
“You did come again, didn’t you?” Seokjin asks, and he sounds wrecked.
“Yeah,” Hoseok says.
“That’s hot,” Seokjin says and keeps panting.
“Seokjin,” Hoseok says, his eyes drooping closed.
Seokjin hums in question.
“Don’t take it the wrong way, but I'm about to fall asleep,” because he really is.
“I’ll take it exactly how it is – a compliment,” Seokjin says. “And then I'll fall asleep on you too.”
“Okay, good,” Hoseok says. “You wanna pull out maybe?”
“Not really,” Seokjin says. “You feel good.”
“Condom,” Hoseok says and immediately yawns.
“Oh yeah, that won’t feel so good in a minute,” Seokjin mumbles. “Shit. Okay.”
Hoseok whines as Seokjin pulls out – the whole time. One long, tired whine.
“Sorry, sorry,” Seokjin laughs breathily.
And then he’s out, and Hoseok feels like all his strings have been cut.
His legs slide flat down onto the bed. His arms fall limply onto the mattress. He can’t even really feel his fingers anymore. He’s gone. Half asleep already.
Seokjin moves around for a couple seconds, turning the bedside lamp off then doing something. Hoseok can’t see what he’s doing. But that’s probably because his eyes are closed. He only opens them again for a second when Seokjin lightly cups his face and kisses him.
He doesn’t really kiss back. Pursing his lips is too difficult. But Seokjin doesn’t seem to care. Too tired himself. He flops onto the bed next to Hoseok, tugs the blanket over them, throws a leg and an arm across Hoseok’s body, and after that, Hoseok has no idea what happens, because he’s already sleeping.
The alarms wake them up. Two phones going off simultaneously. And it is… brutal.
Hoseok doesn’t know how long they ended up sleeping, but he knows it wasn’t enough. He groans. Seokjin groans. Neither of them moves to turn the alarms off.
He’s spooning Seokjin. Doesn’t know how that happened, but it did. When he tries to pull back – to reach for at least one phone – his stomach clings to Seokjin’s back. Sticky.
“Fuck,” Hoseok groans, trying to open his eyes and only managing one.
Seokjin groans again, “Turn it off.”
“You turn it off,” Hoseok shoots back. “I’m sticky.”
“We’re both sticky,” Seokjin grumbles.
Seokjin’s hand sluggishly slides out from under the covers, patting blindly until he turns off one alarm. The other one keeps going, but it’s already not as bad, because at least it’s not blaring from both sides.
“Shower,” Hoseok says, and, knowing what he wants to do and that they don’t have much time to get ready right now, he takes a deep breath and hauls himself up to sitting.
Seokjin buries his face in the pillow and doesn’t move.
Hoseok clears his throat, stands up, finally turns off the other alarm, stretches his arms over his head, and asks, “You coming?”
Seokjin turns his head and blinks sleepily, unable to fully open his eyes yet, “Coming where?”
“To shower,” Hoseok says.
“Yeah, after you,” Seokjin lets his eyes close completely.
“No, with me,” Hoseok clarifies.
Seokjin’s eyes open. He looks Hoseok up and down, slowly moving his gaze all over Hoseok’s naked body.
Hoseok doesn’t move to cover himself, letting Seokjin look at him in full daylight. Soft cock, crinkles from the sheets, dried come on his stomach and all.
“Really?” Seokjin asks, staring straight at Hoseok’s cock. “I thought you said one time.”
“I said one time if it doesn’t go well,” Hoseok grins. “It went well.”
Seokjin grins too, “Even if this was a good idea, we don’t have time for this right now.”
“Always enough time for a quickie,” Hoseok says and starts walking toward the bathroom. “At least if you stop stalling.”
“I- you-” Seokjin is smiling when Hoseok glances backward.
“Coming or not?” Hoseok asks again, raising his eyebrow.
Seokjin throws the covers off himself and gets up.