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Yoongi is supposed to watch the cute cat video that Hoseok put on but he finds himself paying more attention to the way he’s massaging the younger’s right thigh. They are sitting on the couch, Hoseok is leaning against the armrest with his right leg splayed across Yoongi’s lap and it might be his favorite position.
Yoongi likes the closeness and likes the way they are so comfortable with each other. Hoseok has been complaining about his thighs being sore from dancing, and when Yoongi offered to give him a quick massage, he happily accepted it. Except, it’s not really a quick massage because Yoongi has been at it for the past 15 minutes, and neither of them said anything about it. His hand easily glides across his thighs, feeling pleasantly warm under his palm, and Hoseok’s shorts keep riding up higher and higher, unintentionally giving Yoongi more room to work with.
It’s so high up now that Yoongi can see a small part of his underwear and it makes him a little breathless because he wants to slide his hand under it so he can explore even more of Hoseok’s skin. He tries to ignore his attraction towards Hoseok which everyone else knows about except for the man in question. He tries to ignore a lot of things for the sake of his sanity but when he’s presented with such a delicious sight, he feels like a weak, weak man.
“I have another cute video but with ducks. Do you want to see that too?” Hoseok asks suddenly, startling Yoongi out of his thoughts.
“Yeah, sure,” he answers quickly, looking over at the younger, pretending like he wasn’t on the verge of fantasizing about giving Hoseok the handjob of his life. “Duck videos are pretty cute too, especially if there’s more of them.”
“You’re going to like this one then,” Hoseok promises as he searches for the video. “Isn’t your hand hurting yet?”
“Not really. Why? Are you getting bored of the massage?” Yoongi asks, curiously. Personally, he could never get tired of touching Hoseok, it doesn't matter if it's just a hand on his shoulder or something more like what he's doing right now, Yoongi loves doing it nevertheless. If Hoseok let him, he would touch him everywhere, would explore his entire body with his hand and mouth but that's beside the point.
“Never,” Hoseok replies immediately. “Although I'd prefer it if you went a little harder.”
Yoongi obliges, suppressing the urge to ask him just how hard he likes it because they are watching cute duck videos — there are literally four cute ducks following their mother and that should be enough to prevent his horny thoughts but it doesn't. It's all Hoseok's fault because he shifts in his seat and his shorts can't possibly ride up any higher at this point, and Yoongi isn't strong enough to stop himself from gliding his hand up Hoseok's inner thigh as far as he can then he presses down hard, digging his fingertips into his muscle as he slides his hand back down. They are both surprised by the half-gasp, half-moan that leaves Hoseok's mouth.
They stare at each other in shock, and Hoseok goes visibly red while Yoongi is trying to convince himself that his pants didn't just get tighter.
“Er–I'm sorry. I didn't mean to…” Hoseok's voice trails off, unable to say the word 'moan' out loud.
“It's alright, it's normal. I just wasn't expecting it,” Yoongi explains quickly, not wanting Hoseok to feel too awkward about making any kind of noise around him. Especially not since Yoongi very much likes to hear them, and likes to know that Hoseok is enjoying this as much as he does. Just to prove that he's totally fine with it, Yoongi brings up his hand again, ignoring the way Hoseok twitches under his touch, and starts massaging the top of his inner thigh, drawing slow circles into his skin.
This time Hoseok doesn't moan but Yoongi can hear the way his breath hitches almost inaudibly.
“Yeah, me neither,” Hoseok admits before turning back to the screen. Yoongi shifts his attention to his hand again and can't help but marvel at how soft the younger man's skin feels against his calloused hand. He almost wants to lean down and sink his teeth into it, kiss his way up his thigh, leave little marks in his trail, and suck on the most sensitive spots until Hoseok is moaning again. Experimentally, he scratches his skin lightly and this time he doesn't ignore the involuntary twitch or the tiny shiver that runs up Hoseok's spine.
Very deliberately, he switches from simply giving massage mode to something more ambiguous, alternating the pressure of his touch between soft and hard, between small and broad motions. He drags nails down to his knees and then lets his hand slip towards his inner thigh once more, squeezing and touching in a way he would only do for a person he wants to seduce. Yoongi's eyes flicker down to Hoseok's crotch after another shiver and he's pleased to see that the younger one has started to get hard from his efforts.
It would be more awkward to pretend like he didn't notice it so Yoongi says, “You're a bit worked up.”
“Oh, yeah, sorry,” Hoseok apologizes, his eyes only looking down at his lap for half a second, like he wants to pretend that he isn't getting harder by the second.
“You don't have to apologize,” Yoongi shrugs. “It's been a while, yeah?”
“It's been a while, what?”
Their eyes lock as Yoongi says, “Since you jerked off.”
He watches as Hoseok's eyes widen and the flush returns to his cheeks but he doesn't look or move away from Yoongi.
“Yeah, you're right,” he admits eventually, his eyes flickering down as Yoongi's thumb brushes against the seam of his underwear. “I've been too busy.”
“You can do it now if you want,” Yoongi offers because he would love to witness the other jerking himself off in his lap. “Hyung won't mind.”
“Really?” Hoseok asks, sounding unsure, and Yoongi isn't surprised by that. Offering something like this is pretty out there so he's expecting Hoseok to reject his idea.
“Well, you're already hard anyway. So why not?” Yoongi says it like it's easy, not a big deal, like he wouldn't think of this every second waking moment for the rest of his life if Hoseok actually decided to go through with it. Hoseok already haunts all of Yoongi's horny thoughts anyway, this would be just another extra little thing on top of that pile.
“Wouldn't that be weird to you?” Hoseok probes, obviously worried that this might affect their friendship but his pupils are dilated and his breath is quickening.
“I've been touching you for twenty minutes so you touching yourself won't make much of a difference,” Yoongi says, nonchalantly even though he can feel his heart in his throat. Hoseok rolls his eyes at that statement, seemingly displeased with that answer so Yoongi adds, “And I… I liked the way you moaned. 'wouldn't mind hearing more of that.” And as he says that, he presses down on Hoseok's thighs, making contact with Yoongi's own half-hard dick and Hoseok's reaction is immediate and a little dramatic, his mouth pops open, eyes widening like it's hard to believe that Yoongi would be turned on by him.
Hoseok nods slowly then, shifting his body so his head rests on the armrest and his ass is fully in Yoongi's lap, almost like he's offering himself up to him and Yoongi feels dizzy with joy because this is exactly how he imagined this. A little too eagerly, he hooks his fingers under Hoseok's waistband.
“Want Hyung to take this off?” he asks even though it's very clear what he wants. Hoseok nods quickly, lifting his hip in the air so Yoongi can slide down his shorts and underwear in one go.
Everything feels very still as Yoongi's eyes tunnel in on Hoseok's cock, the tip is red and slightly wet from precum and it's perfect. Yoongi doesn't think he's seen anyone prettier, not in real life and not in porn. He almost wants to reach out and curl his hand around it, just to feel the weight of it, to see if he fits as perfectly in Yoongi's hand as he imagines it to. But at first, he wants to see Hoseok trying to get himself off.
When Hoseok doesn't reach to touch himself, Yoongi turns to him and sees Hoseok eying him with a mix of nervousness and anticipation. He sort of looks like he's waiting for Yoongi to give him permission to start or change his mind and tell him to leave.
Yoongi does none of that. Instead, he holds out his hand and says, “Give me your hand!”
Hoseok does, and Yoongi catches his wrist, drawing it to his mouth, and sticks his tongue out to wet his palm enough that his grip won't be too dry. Hoseok's breath hitches again as Yoongi licks up his index and middle fingers, taking them into his mouth, pushing them down his throat, and sticking his tongue in between his fingers. Hoseok's cock twitches at the sensation and Yoongi sucks harder, bobbing his head a few times before he pulls his fingers out of his mouth.
“Now you can touch yourself,” Yoongi smiles, not even trying to hide how pleased he is to see that he truly has an effect on Hoseok. They haven't even started yet and the younger's chest is already heaving.
“Show off,” Hoseok mutters to himself.
“Come on,” Yoongi encourages. “Wrap your hands around yourself but start slowly.” Yoongi is intent on remembering this moment for a long time and he wants Hoseok to feel good, to build himself up to an orgasm.
“Okay, can you—can you keep guiding me?” Hoseok asks as he starts to reach for himself, and Yoongi is a little surprised by the request because he wasn't expecting him to ask for something like this but he's not against it at all.
“Of course, Seok-ah,” Yoongi answers sweetly, feeling warm and content as he reaches to cup the side of his Hoseok's face, and the younger man leans into his touch the exact moment his hand wraps around his cock. Yoongi feels the sigh that leaves Hoseok's mouth on his palm but his eyes are on his hands slowly moving up and down over his length just like Yoongi asked him to.
“There you go,” Yoongi encourages. “That feels good, doesn't it?”
“Yeah,” Hoseok breathes quietly.
“You know, Hyung wants you to feel good. You shouldn't neglect yourself like this,” Yoongi scolds without any real heat. His hand slips from Hoseok's face, down his chest until he finds the hem of his shirt and hikes it up to the other's chest. Finally, his hands have more places to explore on Hoseok's body and Yoongi doesn't waste much time, his left hand remains on his thigh but his right hand caresses Hoseok's stomach, mapping out every line on the new patch of skin. “You deserve this,” Yoongi adds.
“A–Ah, it feels better when you're touching me,” Hoseok pants, their eyes lock on each other's, and the realization that he is jerking off to him suddenly hits Yoongi because Hoseok hasn't looked away from him since they started. It flusters him — the idea of his best friend being unable to look away because he finds this just as hot as him feels nearly impossible.
But it's not because Hoseok is looking at him with want in his eyes.
It would've been easy for him to just close his eyes and pretend that he was not doing this with Yoongi. Instead, he's done the exact opposite, and his body seems to respond to every little thing that Yoongi has said or done so far.
Hoseok really wants him.
Belatedly, Yoongi realizes that if he was smarter he would've taken off his pants because he's getting way too hard at the prospect of Hoseok wanting him.
“Does it?” Yoongi asks, giddy from his new revelation. “Does it not feel as good when you're jerking off alone? You can go a little faster and fuck your fist if you want.”
Hoseok shakes his head as his hip raises up to do as he was told then grinds down a little on Yoongi's dick, making Yoongi tighten his grip on his thigh as the sudden pleasure floods his body.
“Fuck, fuck, no,” Hoseok answers, very close to sounding like a whine. “'s never this good.”
Yoongi notices the way Hoseok keeps avoiding making a full motion with his hand, he brings his hand up from the base but stops right before he would touch the head, and curiosity lights up inside Yoongi's chest. It's not hard to guess why he would avoid it but he wants to see it for himself.
“Do you think of me when you do this?“ Yoongi asks eagerly. Hoseok slows down a little then, looking at him unsurely, so Yoongi adds, “It's okay if you do. I think of you sometimes too.”
“Yeah, I think of you too,” Hoseok admits, picking up the rhythm once more. “Always come the hardest when I thi–think of your mouth.”
“My mouth?” Yoongi muses as his finger brushes against Hoseok's nipple.
“Yeah, kissing me, sucking me, eating me out,” Hoseok lists with a shaky voice. “Your lips everywhere.”
“Fuck,” Yoongi curses to himself, screwing his eyes shut, suddenly not understanding why he hasn't ever propositioned Hoseok before. They could've been doing this for a while. “That's so hot.”
He feels his self-control weaken with each passing second. He's a patient man but there's only so much he can take, and Hoseok is a weakness of his, always has been.
He cups his hand over the head of Hoseok's cock, massaging it gently and Hoseok reacts immediately, his eyes rolling to the back of his head, his back arching off the couch, precum dripping down his length steadily. Yoongi just watches him amazed at how fucking hot Hoseok looks right now, trembling in his lap. How pretty his moans are, all high-pitched and needy.
“Don't, nggh, stop, 's too sensitive,” Hoseok grits through his teeth, trying to get away from Yoongi's touch. “I'll come too quick.”
Yoongi draws his hand away, letting Hoseok catch his breath again, and says, “That's okay. I want you to come.” He thinks about it for a second before he adds, “Or do you want to come with Hyung?”
Hoseok lets himself go immediately, nodding eagerly. “Can I? I want to do it with you.”
And Yoongi shifts between Hoseok's legs, pushing down his own pants and underwear before he leans over the younger man, placing one of his hands over the armrest, and wraps the other one around his own cock, giving himself a few tugs before Hoseok lets out a desperate little noise from under him.
“Patience, baby!” Yoongi tells him, lowering himself so he can take them both into his hand. “Hyung's going to take over now, okay?”
“Okay,” Hoseok says, his arms snaking around Yoongi's middle to bring them closer.
Yoongi's hand fits perfectly around them, making them both let out a quiet hiss at the new sensation. It feels so good, Hoseok's cock feels so fucking good when it's pressed against his own but it's even better when he starts moving his hand, pumping them both and Hoseok throws his head back, and there's nothing that would stop Yoongi from leaning down and sealing his lips over the throbbing pulse on the side of Hoseok's neck, sucking and nipping, wanting to leave a mark on his body, wanting Hoseok to see the marks and get hard thinking about how good this felt.
Hoseok buries his finger into Yoongi's hair, pulling him impossibly close and that makes Yoongi move his hand faster, adjusting his hold so his thumb can swipe over the Hoseok's sensitive tip, loving the way the other arches into him, his thighs shaking on the side of Yoongi's body as he's both trying to chase the pleasure that's been building inside his body and escape from it.
Absent-mindedly, Yoongi thinks he might be in love with Hoseok because he doesn't want this to end. He doesn't want to let him go.
He pulls away from his neck, gently cradling Hoseok's face so he has no choice but to look at Yoongi. He feels it then, in their equally rapid heartbeats, that he wants more.
He wants everything — wants to kiss him, date him, make him come, hold his hand, and love him with his whole heart.
Hoseok is just looking at him, unbelievably turned on and totally unsuspecting of everything that Yoongi is thinking about.
Yoongi brushes his thumb over the tip again and sees Hoseok's face distort from the pleasure and then he's coming, his eyes screwing shut and mouth hanging open in a silent scream, before Yoongi feels the come dribble down his knuckles. He gives them a few more tugs, letting the other fully enjoy his orgasm, then Yoongi pulls away, pushing Hoseok's thighs apart.
“What are you—”
“You'll see,” Yoongi promises, pressing a few kisses to Hoseok's thigh before he spreads the come that was on his knuckles on it. Then closes Hoseok's thighs and gets on his knees, slipping his cock between them. He's so close, he feels like he's been close since Hoseok first touched himself, he doesn't need much. “Squeeze for hyung, please!” he asks as he starts moving his hip, thrusting and fucking the younger man's thigh and it feels better than he thought it would. It's so silky and smooth and Yoongi realizes they have to do this again. This can't be their last time.
Hoseok obliges and Yoongi thinks he might go insane because he's so turned on and the tight squeeze of Hoseok's thighs is heavenly. He moves faster, chasing his high, feeling the warmth build and build.
“Come on, hyung-ah! I wanna see you come too,” Hoseok says, looking at him like he never wanted anything else, his stomach covered in come because—
Because Yoongi made him come.
He made Hoseok come just with his hand.
Yoongi lets out an embarrassingly loud moan at that, thrusting even faster. He's so close, so so close. “Please!"
Yoongi trusts once and twice then his body locks up, going taut as he comes all over Hoseok's thigh and stomach.
Yoongi opens his eyes slowly as he catches his breath and the first thing he sees is Hoseok holding out his arm, signaling that he wants to cuddle.
“Give me a second. Fuck,” Yoongi groans as he takes off his shirt to wipe away most of the come from Hoseok's thighs and stomach before he lays down on top of him.
“How attentive of you,” Hoseok notes, smiling.
“You'd have made me lay down in our mess,” Yoongi snorts, melting right into the younger's embrace. He feels so content and calm now. There's only one thing that he's missing.
“I didn't really consider that. I just wanted to hold you,” Hoseok says as he shifts on the couch, making them both lie on their side.
Yoongi swallows hard before looking up at the younger and placing a comforting hand on the side of his neck and asks, “Are you okay? Was everything that I said and did okay?”
Hoseok's eyes widen and a surprised laugh bursts out of him. “Are you kidding? You were perfect. You are perfect. I've never been so turned on in my life.” Yoongi feels the pressure inside his chest eases up, then Hoseok adds, “You took good care of me, hyung.”
“That was the plan,” Yoongi smiles, pleased to know that Hoseok is happy and satisfied. “I really want to kiss you,” he admits, feeling after today he doesn't have much to lose. He wanted to kiss him earlier but it didn't seem like the right time, now though…
“I'd be so happy if you kissed me,” Hoseok whispers, leaning closer to Yoongi. “Make all my fantasies come true!”
They meet in the middle and it's perfect. It's a slow and sweet kiss that tells Yoongi everything that he needs to know. His heart stutters at the sound of soft hums that Hoseok keeps making as Yoongi lets his tongue enter his mouth, sucking on it lazily like they have nothing important to do except this. Even though they messed up the order of things, Yoongi thinks that they did everything right. It was worth it.
“You mentioned wanting to kiss me so we can tick that off,” Yoongi says after they break the kiss. “I did suck your fingers but I'm sure that's not what you mea—”
“Hyunggg!”
“And we can't forget eating you out either,” Yoongi adds smiling, way too happy to see Hoseok flush bright pink. “Don't worry, Hyung will take care of you from now on!”