The two vampires share the bottle of red wine as the game progresses. They cheer when their teams scores, complain about the opposite team and talk about the game whenever someone did something really impressive.

By the time the game has finished, the weather got a little better, but they are properly drunk. Their cheeks are flushed from the alcohol and they are talking just a little louder than necessary. Hoseok also keeps giggling with every second word Yoongi says, throwing himself all over the place as if Yoongi was the funniest motherfucker he ever met. Bear in mind that Hoseok was a terribly sleepy drunk, but witches’ wine is special, leaving one happy and giddy no matter what kind of drunk you were. It was, after all, a magical intoxication.

So they two vampires have been properly happy, giddy and talkative. And in Hoseok’s case, also very creative.

“Hoba. What’s that?” Yoongi asks, watching the younger vampire stumble back into the living room after having disappeared upstairs to get something.

“My porn collection. You’re watching some.”

“Seriously? Why do I gotta watch your porn? Come on”, Yoongi whines, laughing as he does.

“Because they’re good”, Hoseok answers him, squatting down in front of the television, “now what decade are we talking? Nineties? Two thousands? The twenty tens?”

“You shot porn in the twenty tens?”

“I’m still shooting porn from time to time. What’s your point?” Hoseok says, looking over his shoulder.

Yoongi studies his face, scoffs and throws himself back on the couch, “nothing. You’re one strange motherfucker.”

“Fine. Nineties it is. Bear in mind, the nineties were a weird time for porn.”

“Fuck, I can’t believe you’re making me watch your shit”, Yoongi mumbles, rubbing his hand up and down his face.

“You’ll like it”, Hoseok says as he slides a cassette into the player. He stumbles back after pressing play and drops on the sofa.

The movie starts playing. A cheesy porn music track introduces Hoseok and his co-star. A lady with obvious fake tits.

“That’s not even sexy. What is that editing? Why are you guys on the screen with seventy percent opacity?” Yoongi says between laughter. He is laying on the couch with his feet facing Hoseok and his own hands rubbing his tummy mindlessly. Every now and then, he runs one of his hands through his hair or reaches to the floor to lift his wine glass for a sip.

“Because it was the nineties, man. They were a weird time, okay?” Hoseok answers him, mirroring his position with the only difference that he is resting on his side and with his legs pulled into fetal position.

The movie isn’t as bad as Yoongi thought it would be. The storyline was nonsensical and dumb, but that was to be expected of porn. The acting was good however. Bear in mind that the moment Movie-Hoseok took off his clothes, the older vampire looked away and sat up just to kick real Hoseok gently.

“You’re so fucking weird for making me look at your dick on a big flat screen TV”, he hisses.

“Would you rather me show you the real one right now?” Hoseok throws back.

Yoongi glances at it, flusters and plops down again.

“Whatever”, he murmurs, switching his eyes back to the movie, “ah god, why do they gotta zoom in so close?”

“Yeah right?” Hoseok laughs.

It continues just like this. Yoongi watches the movie, sits up to complain about it to Hoseok only to end up watching again. The movie is a rather generic porn movie about a woman stealing the man’s (in this case it was Hoseok) carrots and him having to punish her for it. It was totally stupid, the dialogue was cringey and the camera work borderline criminal, but it was still very obvious that Hoseok knew what he was doing. By the time, the fourty minutes were over, Yoongi hadn’t complained about anything for fifteen minutes.

“And?” Hoseok sits up.

Yoongi glances at him. He is resting in fetal position by now, with his hands between his knees.

“Are you hard?” he gasps, widening his eyes in shock.

“Yeah duh”, Hoseok says, “shit makes me hard. Why? You’re not?”

“No?” Yoongi scoffs.

“Show me.”

“I’m not gonna show you my dick right now.”

“Well then, I’ll think you’re hard as fuck and just hiding it from me.”

Yoongi frowns. Hoseok drinks his wine with a cocky smirk on his lips.

Yoongi gives up with a sigh, rolling to his back to show off his crotch. He was – just as he had said – flaccid.

Hoseok pouts, “well, that’s disappointing. I thought my stuff is hot.”

“No offense, but it’s the nineties and I don’t like it when women get shoved around like that.”

“In my defence, I only did what I was told to do and I made sure she was good afterwards.”

Yoongi rolls his eyes.

“It doesn’t make it hotter.”

“Yeah? I can change that. I got something else”, Hoseok says and gets off the couch. He takes out the cassette and switches to the DVD player, sliding in the right disk.

“Hoba no, I”, Yoongi sits up, “I watched your stuff. Why do I gotta watch more? It’s not gonna turn me on.”

“Yes it will, trust me”, Hoseok says as he switches around aimlessly in the start menu.

“Why the fuck do you wanna turn me on either way?”

“Cause I want you guys to finally accept that my shit is hot.”

“And I gotta be your first victim?” Yoongi asks in a laugh.

“Yes”, Hoseok says and presses play.

“Fuck, you’re such a weird dude”, Yoongi murmurs, resting back against the cushions in defeat.

The movie starts. Judging by the increased quality in both sound and picture, it must be one of his newer ones. Maybe early twenty tens.

“This one is kinda cool”, Hoseok explains as he hurries back to the sofa, “there’s five movies on there with different storylines, but the same theme and they’re all sorted into chapters.”

“Okay? And do I gotta watch all of that?”

“Yeah, you do. It’s just two and half hours.”

“Two hours and a half hours? Are you insane?” Yoongi almost yells the words, sitting up straight, “I don’t wanna look at your dick for two and a half hours.”

“Relax, we’ll just watch the first one and then go from there.”

“How long is the first one?”

“Just twenty minutes. They’re all of different lengths.”

“Fine”, Yoongi gives up, resting back against the pillows. He has his legs on the ground and his arms crossed in front of his chest, “the first one and that’s it.”

“Deal.”

The movie finally changes from showing the environment to showing Hoseok and his co-star. A man this time around. He is similar to Yoongi as far as his figure and height was concerned. He also shared the same hair colour as him.

Yoongi glances at Hoseok. The latter is grinning at him boyishly.

“Seriously?”

“What?” he asks, wiggling his brows knowingly.

Yoongi points at his own face, waving his hand around and widening his eyes, “seriously?”

Hoseok laughs, “only you see him like that.”

“Yeah sure”, Yoongi says and looks back at the movie.

The first chapter wasn’t very story heavy. It was just Hoseok and his co-star starting it off by covering each other’s bodies in oil and then rubbing various body parts against each other in a slippery battle for pleasure. It begins with heavy petting and making out, changes to mutual handjobs and frotting until his co-star gets on all fours and Hoseok begins exploring his hole.

That is when the real Hoseok glances at Yoongi. The latter notices instantly and looks at Hoseok.

“What?” he hisses, “don’t look at me.”

“You like it, don’t you?”

“Not like this. The camera work is good”, Yoongi says and looks away. He gulps down more wine and even goes so far as to prepare himself a new glass.

Hoseok watches him with a cocky grin on his lips and his hand rubbing his clothed boner mindlessly. It’s fun to watch Yoongi fight the power of the movie. Hoseok knew that starting a movie where the co-star resembles Yoongi will work. Especially when it’s one where his co-star is the one submitting. Hoseok watched Yoongi interact with you enough times to know that the Creator might not be as demanding and bossy as he lets strangers on. But Hoseok is not a stranger anymore. He took over for the role of best friend and knows Yoongi way too fucking well.

The movie changes from kinky anal exploration to Hoseok fucking his co-star’s ass fast and hard. Hoseok keeps sneaking glances at Yoongi, but the latter does an incredible job in hiding his emotions. Hoseok even keeps glancing at Yoongi’s dick, but not once does the older vampire seem to grow harder. Even if he sometimes catches his hips doing a little squirm on the cushion.

The movie ends with Hoseok creampieing his co-star and the camera zooming right in on it. Yoongi pulled a grimace of faux disgust as that happened.

“And?” Hoseok asks once the black screen fades in.

“It was okay, I guess”, Yoongi says dryly.

“Wanna watch more? It’s with the same dude”, Hoseok asks whilst in the background the second chapter already starts.

“I mean, it’s already started hasn’t it? You’re not gonna stop it now”, Yoongi hisses, but Hoseok knows better. He wants to continue watching.

“Yeah true, I wouldn’t have”, Hoseok says and does the unthinkable of turning up the volume.

Hoseok lets the movie run, watching it with his hand still massaging his own cock. He doesn’t care that Yoongi could catch him. On the contrary, the thought of being caught gets him off even better.

The second movie is about an experienced gay (in this case, Hoseok) wanting to help his shy roommate experience his first anal orgasm. It starts off with them kissing on their bed and Hoseok sucking on his neck. The making out scene goes on for about seven minutes and then switches to Hoseok fingerfucking his co-star’s mouth gently.

Hoseok sneaks a glance at Yoongi and widens his eyes. Yoongi is watching the movie intently and with his fingers tracing his own lips mindlessly. His cheeks are reddened. Hoseok can’t seem to look away. Yoongi, who instantly feels his gaze, looks at him.

“What?”

“You’re flushed.” 

“No, I’m not.”

“Yeah you are. You’re flushed.”

Yoongi pulls the sleeves of his sweater over his hands and cups his cheeks.

“No, I’m fucking not.”

“Yeah, you are”, Hoseok is smiling, scooting closer to Yoongi, “you’re flushed.”

“No, I’m not. It’s the wine.”

“You like it, don’t you? You like my movie.”

“I’m not flushed, okay? It’s the wine and it’s fucking hot in here and I’m wearing a stupid sweater”, Yoongi lies, tugging at the collar of his woollen jumper. 

Hoseok closes the distance between them until his chest touches Yoongi’s arm and he can rest his bent legs on his lap.

Yoongi stops fumbling with his clothes, tensing up at the contact. His eyes stare at the front almost obsessively, he is holding his breath.

Hoseok places his fingers under Yoongi’s chin and with a soft nudge, turns his head so he would face him. He travels his fingers from his chin along his reddened cheek just so he can tug a strand of hair behind Yoongi’s ear. Afterwards he travels his touch back to Yoongi’s chin, holding it safely between two fingers.

“You’re blushing”, Hoseok rasps, looking at Yoongi’s lips. Even they are pinker than usual, glistening in the dim lights, “I can see it.”

Yoongi doesn’t know what to say. He forgot how talking works. How breathing works. How anything at all works. He is hyperaware of two things only. Hoseok’s legs on his lap and his fingers holding his chin. In the background, Hoseok’s praises in the movie are filling Yoongi’s ears. They aren’t making it better. 

Hoseok looks up to meet Yoongi’s gaze, only to realise that the older vampire has his eyes lowered in utter coyness. The flush on his cheeks has intensified.

Hoseok looks back at his lips, glides his hand to Yoongi’s cheek to cradle it and closes the distance. 

The kiss is gentle. Nothing but lips against lips. Yoongi tenses up and gasps because of it. Hoseok feels how his lips tremble against his’ before they break away. He knew that Yoongi wouldn’t allow the kiss to last long, so he doesn’t feel surprised by it. 

He looks up, finally meeting Yoongi’s gaze even if it was clouded by embarrassment.

“Why did you do that?” he asks with his voice shaking slightly.

“Because I wanted to”, Hoseok answers him.

“Why?”

“Your lips look pretty tonight.”

Yoongi’s eyes flit down. His left hand comes up to rub the side of his neck. It was still hidden in the sleeve of his sweater. 

“Pink. And soft”, Hoseok continues, sliding his thumb over Yoongi’s upper lip, “and so tender”, he rasps, tracing his lower lip even if that makes Yoongi lower his head. 

Hoseok tilts it up with his other hand and two fingers under his chin, “I watched you play with them as you watched my movie.”

“No I didn’t.”

“I know you aren’t aware of it, but I noticed”, Hoseok whispers, pushing his thumb past Yoongi’s lips just enough that his teeth grace against it.

Yoongi tries to tilt his head away but Hoseok keeps him hostage with merely two fingers on his chin. He pushes deeper into Yoongi’s mouth until the tip of his tongue presses against the pad of his thumb. He feels wet and soft against him. Softer even than Hoseok imagined his tongue to feel like. 

He pushes further. Just past his knuckle. 

Yoongi lets out a small sound and moves away. His thumb slips out, leaving behind a string of spit down Yoongi’s chin. The latter reaches up to touch his own lips, doing so with both hands and only his pointer fingers peeking out of his sleeves. 

Their gazes meet and while Hoseok’s eyes are tainted in dark desire, Yoongi’s glisten in shy embarrassment. 

No words are exchanged. Yoongi forgot how to talk while Hoseok doesn’t want to waste time talking. Instead, he slides his right hand to the nape of Yoongi’s neck, forcing the latter to gasp and tilt his head back from the strong grip. Just enough that his lips part naturally and Hoseok can claim them in a kiss. 

A real kiss this time around. A real and passionate kiss. The kind of kiss which forces Yoongi to squeeze his eyes closed and to push at Hoseok’s chest as an attempt to flee. 

But Hoseok doesn’t let him flee. No, Hoseok slides his other hand to Yoongi’s cheek and uses the grip he has on him to push him down into the pillows. Yoongi falls against his will. The impact knocks out a small whimper, even if he didn’t want to whimper. 

Hoseok swallows it hungrily, sucking and nibbling on Yoongi’s lower lip while his body naturally finds its spot between Yoongi’s legs.

He pushes against him and begins grinding instantly. Yoongi breaks the kiss to gasp and tell him to stop, but he doesn’t get to because Hoseok kisses him again before he can. Yoongi squeezes his legs together, resulting in his cock to bulge more and therefore rub better against Hoseok’s. 

The small and helpless whimper he lets out taunts him as much as it turns Hoseok on. He releases Yoongi’s lower lip and dances his tongue over it. It feels swollen under it. Yoongi whimpers again. His lip is throbbing so much. Hoseok made it so sensitive. He parts his lips to gasp for air, but regrets it instantly as Hoseok claims his moment of vulnerability to feed him his tongue. Languidly and terribly sensual, he massages Yoongi’s tongue with his own, forcing the latter to reach up and grab a bundle of his sweater. 

Hoseok feels the older vampire shiver under him and then, as if someone pushed a button, he finally kisses him back. 

The feeling makes Hoseok moan. So that’s how Yoongi kisses. Holy fuck. Hoseok pushes him deeper into the cushions and increases the pressure of his grinds. Yoongi gasps and mewls shyly, but Hoseok doesn’t stop. He keeps rolling his swollen, hard cock against Yoongi’s equally as swollen cock. He thinks it’s such a turn on that he is so hard already. Finally, he can’t deny anymore how needy he is. Hoseok growls into the kiss and pulls Yoongi’s head closer with his hand on the back of his neck. It forces a trembling sigh to slip past his lips and for the kiss to break just enough that a string of saliva keeps them connected.

Hoseok opens his eyes, coming to the conclusion that Yoongi is staring up at him. His stomach churns in desire. Shy, yet utter submissiveness glistens in his dark brown eyes. Hoseok knows that Yoongi isn’t aware of the state of his eyes. Just as he wasn’t aware when his fingers played with his lips as he watched the movie. The flush of his cheeks has turned into a deep red by now. He is out of breath and clearly messed up. If he still had a heartbeat, Hoseok knows that it would be hammering against his ribcage right now. 

He lowers himself just a little, feeling his tummy flutter when that makes Yoongi tilt his head up and part his lips as he thought that he would kiss him again. Closer. Just a little. So he can watch it happen a second time. Yoongi isn’t even aware that he does it. Hoseok feels dizzy in desire. 

Who would have thought that the Creator looked so good like this. Hoseok was so scared of him in the past and now he has him gazing up at him with submission in his eyes and colour on his cheeks. 

He can’t bear it anymore. He has to kiss him again. And he does. Oh, how he does.

Yoongi squeezes his eyes shut and hooks his shaking hands behind Hoseok’s neck. He feels so dizzy. His lips are so sensitive and his cock is so swollen. And on top of that, Hoseok keeps feeding him his tongue in sensual kisses. He tastes like wine and desire. Yoongi feels so dizzy. Oh, he is so dizzy. 

Hoseok drops Yoongi’s head gently for the sole reason of needing to touch him more. He runs his big hand down his neck and collarbones, along his pecs and down his tummy until he has his waist between his fingers. Hoseok uses the grip to pull Yoongi against him and therefore send electric pleasure through their cocks. 

Yoongi mewls and grips Hoseok’s shoulders, while the latter growls and grips his hip. Just for one second because then he gets too desperate for more and begins tugging at Yoongi’s shirt. He knows that he has to work fast. If he gets Yoongi to think too much, he’ll get embarrassed and Hoseok doesn’t want him to be embarrassed. He wants him to feel ecstatic because of him. 

The kiss breaks because Yoongi broke it. 

“I don’t want this.”

“No?”

“No.”

“Is this a convince me ‘cause I pretend that I don’t care no or an actual no?”

“I don’t like being shirtless”, Yoongi confesses even if that makes his eyes burn in embarrassment.

“I get it”, Hoseok says and slides his sweater back down his torso. He grabs his pants instead, “is that okay?”

Yoongi closes his eyes and exhales shakily in nervousness in sync with his hips lifting off the pillows. 

Hoseok takes his consent and tugs down his pants, including his briefs. He doesn’t want to waste any time. Not when he is so delirious in desire. He shimmies down the couch between Yoongi’s legs as he takes off his pants. Once they are off, he throws them on the floor and takes the chance to take off his own pants. His eyes flit to Yoongi when his pants are just down enough that his well-groomed pubes are visible. The older vampire is staring at him with hunger in his eyes, pressing his sweater paws to his own cock to hide away. His eyes carry the same amount of desire they did when Hoseok caught him watching the movie. Speaking of movie. A new story started already, filling their ears with corny porn dialogue about how Hoseok’s cock can cure any kind of anal ache. Yeah, it’s corny. But neither of them really take it in. 

Hoseok because he is mesmerised by how hypnotised Yoongi seems by his cock and Yoongi, well, Yoongi because he is fucking hypnotised by Hoseok’s cock.

The latter changes into his favourite pose and makes a show out of taking off his pants. He has decades of practice, resulting in Yoongi to squeeze his legs together and part his lips. 

Hoseok’s cock springs free and hits his stomach. 

Yoongi gasps.

Hoseok wraps his long fingers around it and jerks it off slowly, letting out a languid moan. He squeezes the tip just so he leaks onto the couch. The scent of his arousal taints the air sweet. Yoongi gulps because of it. 

“So fucking hard”, Hoseok rasps and drops his heavy cock to instead take off his shirt. He feels no shame in being naked, showing off his body in sensual stretches. 

His shirt ruffles up his long hair a little, Hoseok’s fluffs it up again with his left hand while his right slides back to his cock. He poses by thrusting his hips into his own fist.

Yoongi is panting for air at the view. Hoseok thinks it’s adorable how mesmerised he is. His widened eyes follow his fingers obsessively and his cheeks are pink in desire. 

Hoseok climbs up the sofa again, connecting his hands with Yoongi’s waist just so he can feel him up. He does so with enough pressure that he feels Yoongi shiver and squirm.

He slides his hands over his pecs and past his shoulders, propping them up on each side of Yoongi’s head. 

Yoongi is wheezing for air quickly, looking up at him with nervous eyes. Hoseok thrusts his hips into Yoongi’s, forcing his cock to rub against his balls.

Yoongi lets out a gasp, reaching up to hold Hoseok’s wrists.

For just a second because then, Hoseok guides his right hand down to their middles to grab his own cock and guide it to Yoongi’s hole.

“Stop”, Yoongi gets out and grasps his hand.

“What?” Hoseok asks, holding Yoongi’s hand, “have you never been touched before?”

“Of course I have, don’t be ridiculous”, Yoongi hisses, squeezing his hand.

“So have you ever been touched like this before?”

“Yes, why do you care?”

“Well then, have you ever been touched there by a man?”

Yoongi lowers his eyes and Hoseok understands. 

“Relax. I’ll take it slow.”

And with that, he connects his lips with Yoongi’s neck. He slides his hand out of Yoongi’s faltering hold and places his palm over his cock. It is terribly hard, twitching into Hoseok’s hand upon first contact.

“I know what to do. You don’t gotta worry”, Hoseok whispers as he leaves kisses along the shell of Yoongi’s ear. He massages his cock skilfully, switching between fondling with his balls and rubbing his tip. It leaks each time Hoseok squeezes it. He picks up the sweet pearl of pleasure whenever it happens, using it to massage Yoongi where it feels really good.

Yoongi didn’t want to make sounds, but by the time the corny porn dialogue turned into sounds of a passionate handjob, it is getting hard not to. Yoongi glances at the television while Hoseok is lapping at his neck. The Hoseok in the movie is jerking off the co-star who looks like Yoongi while his fingers are in his ass. That is when Yoongi lets out the first moan.

Hoseok lifts his head, checking up on Yoongi. His eyes are racing over the pictures on the television. Hoseok sits up and then down on his heels, looking at the television as well. Of course Yoongi would moan at that. Now that Hoseok is massaging his cock. He looks at him now that Yoongi is distracted. Flushed and veiny. Of course. Dark, well groomed pubes against fair skin. Flushes of pink and red are scattered all over Yoongi’s inner thighs. Hoseok thinks that he looks so much better than his co-star. He picks up his cock and picks up the rhythm he has going on in the movie.

Yoongi writhes because of it, attempting to close his legs which results in them rubbing against Hoseok.

“Ah.”

The sound is filled with surprise and ecstasy, followed by a terribly shaky exhale and his hand falling over his eyes in embarrassment. It was still hidden in the sleeve of Hoseok’s sweater and right now, Hoseok wants to fucking rip it off of him for looking so good in it.

But he doesn’t. Of course he doesn’t, because Yoongi doesn’t want to be shirtless. Instead he slides his left hand in between Yoongi’s legs and touches his rim. Yoongi tenses up and flinches away, reaching for his hand again.

“Don’t be nervous”, Hoseok whispers, “I’ll be careful.”

“You, you’re not d-doing that dry”, Yoongi stutters.

“Yeah right, I wasn’t planning to. I just wanted to get you used to it”, Hoseok says and abandons him on the couch, “lucky for you, I got lube in my movie box. Doctor Love knows what’s up.”

Yoongi watches him with a dizzy head. What the fuck is he doing here? What the actual fuck is he doing here? Yoongi feels nervous and jittery. He reaches down to get his wine. He finishes it in one go, even if he knows that he will regret that. He is already so drunk and that was so much enchanted wine. He’ll be such a mess. But then. Nothing will mess him up as much as what he does right now. He is letting Hoseok touch him. What the actual fuck.

“You won’t even feel a twinge of discomfort”, Hoseok says as he struts back to him confidently. His hand works skilfully to lube up his fingers.

Yoongi doesn’t answer him because he can’t. He has to keep concentrating on the warm buzz of alcohol in his head and not the nervous lump in his tummy.

Hoseok gets between Yoongi’s legs again. He wastes no time, connecting his lubed up fingers with Yoongi’s hole to massage it slowly.

Yoongi presses out a nervous “mh-hm” and squeezes his eyes shut, tilting his head back as his body instinctively tries to flee. 

His trembling fingers close around the pillows, holding them for support. 

“It’s okay. Everything’s okay”, Hoseok whispers soothingly, leaning down to kiss Yoongi’s neck again. He noticed that this makes the older vampire relax. Right now is no different. His once very clenched hole, relaxes within seconds after Hoseok starts kissing his neck. The latter continues what his lips are doing without speaking a lot, knowing very well that being spoken to would probably throw Yoongi off. Instead, he keeps kissing and sucking on his neck as his skilled fingers massage his hole and jerk off his cock. He keeps doing so until it feels heated and flushed under his fingertips and Yoongi’s cock keeps leaking onto Hoseok’s fingers and his own clothed tummy. 

He slows down his kisses on the spot where his ear meets his neck and pushes. Two of his fingers slip inside, knocking a surprised and very helpless “ahng”, out of Yoongi. 

“Relax”, Hoseok whispers, distracting him by massaging his frenulum, “you’re okay. Everything’s okay.”

Hoseok pushes inside until the last knuckle and begins searching for Yoongi’s prostate instantly. There shouldn’t be a chance for Yoongi to grow shy. He has to feel and experience the sensations and not rationalise them until he gets scared by them.

“Fuck.”

It was whispered and shaky. Nothing else follows from Yoongi’s lips.

Hoseok moans against Yoongi’s jawline, listening to the new vulnerable sound of pleasure the older makes. It was so quiet and filled with so much nervousness that Hoseok feels bad enough to lift his head and check on him.

Yoongi’s eyes are squeezed shut to the point of wrinkles and his puffy lips are gasping for air. His cheeks are glowing rosy and his forehead is carrying a faint layer of sweat. 

Hoseok’s cock throbs at the view. He wasn’t uncomfortable, he was enjoying this. 

Hoseok moans in ecstasy and connects his lips with the other side of Yoongi’s sensitive neck. Then he begins pumping his long fingers in and out of his hole, still searching for the spot which will make his legs shake. And Hoseok knows that his legs can shake. Yoongi gives off that kind of energy. Maybe not in the past, but Hoseok’s been his friend long enough to know better these days. He is sure that he can make him shake. 

He curls his fingers, massaging Yoongi’s walls. He is so warm and soft inside. Hoseok can’t wait to feel them around his cock. 

By now, the movie has progressed so much that the graphic sounds of Hoseok sucking a cock fills the air. It is so nasty that Hoseok almost loses his rhythm, while Yoongi doesn’t hear it because of his pounding head and the intense pleasure throbbing between his legs.

One move of Hoseok’s fingers and the pleasure explodes inside him with such intensity that his legs shake and his throat produces the most fragile moan. 

Yoongi feels Hoseok smirk against his neck, but he can’t do anything against it. He just has to take the constant wave of unbearable pleasure as Hoseok massages his prostate in a skilled and quick rhythm.

He found it. Hoseok knew that he could and yet the achievement still leaves him with an aching cock. Yoongi’s legs are shaking so much, his voice sounds so nervously submissive and his fingers can’t seem to stop grasping his arms desperately. He knew that he could get him like this, but he didn’t plan on it so soon. Not with the first touch already. Not so goddamn soon.

Hoseok wonders if it is because Yoongi has never been touched like this before and as he wonders, his cock throbs and the unbearable urge to make him see stars overcomes him. He slides another finger inside, pressing it against Yoongi’s prostate instantly before pumping his fingers in and out of him quickly. He makes sure to never break contact with his prostate and to start the movements from his wrist. It feels smoothest like this and way more intense than if he used his arm for it. And as he does, he makes sure to fuck his cock with a tight fist around him, using his slick for it.

Yoongi arches his back and scratches down Hoseok’s arms. Another helpless sound of pleasure slips past his lips. His trembling hands reach down and close around Hoseok’s wrist. They squeeze tightly, feeling clammy against his skin. He tugs and tugs until Hoseok has to let go of his cock to instead press his hand into the pillow beside Yoongi’s head. The latter moans and squeezes his wrist gratefully. The desperate clenching of his hole gets less and Hoseok wonders if Yoongi did what he did to prevent an orgasm. 

“Fuck, so hot”, Hoseok gets out in a breathy whisper, fucking his fingers even deeper. The thought that Yoongi might have been close already turns him on so much.

By now, Hoseok isn’t kissing his neck anymore but instead is blatantly staring at his face. Yoongi looks ruined from pleasure. Skin glistening and flushed, pouted lips constantly parted, dark lashes against tender skin and black long hair messily sprawled on the pillow. Hoseok thinks that Yoongi looks so much more delicate and pretty than he normally does. Like a pretty doll. Hoseok knows not to call him that, but if he could he would. A pretty, flushed doll. Made to shake and blush and squeeze around his fingers. 

Hoseok feels feral in lust. And because he does and Yoongi feels so relaxed around his digits, he slides another finger inside. His pinkie. The last one before Yoongi would takes his entire fist. Like this, his thumb presses into Yoongi’s swollen balls and his walls pulsate around him, desperately sucking him in for more.

Yoongi arches his back to its breaking point and then whimpers one word. One single word and it is enough for Hoseok’s vision to blur and for his lungs to fight for air.

He whimpers his name. Once. Quietly and with his voice pitched. 

And Hoseok swears that in this moment, he wants to take him until he can’t speak anymore.

He pushes his fingers deeper into Yoongi. He can feel him struggle around him. He knows how close to fisting this comes. He knows that Jungkook is into it and that he and Yoongi regularly do it that way, but Yoongi’s confession from before was enough that Hoseok is also aware that the latter never took a fist himself. So to watch Yoongi react by squeezing his wrist and moaning his name while his hole convulses in pleasure, makes Hoseok dizzy. 

“I wanna fuck you”, he presses out, grinding his wet cock against Yoongi’s shaking thigh. He twists his fist inside Yoongi’s pulsating hole, eliciting a pitched moan of pleasure from him. He is so tight around him and yet he is moaning so freely. “Please”, Hoseok pleads, “I promise I’ll be careful.”

Yoongi nods his head. This is everything Hoseok needed. Consent. He treasures that shit like nothing else.

“Fuck, thank you”, he moans and slips his fingers free. Yoongi’s hole closes slowly, pushing out the lube which Hoseok once fisted into him.

Another word leaves him, which forces Hoseok’s lungs to gasp for air.

“Please.”

It was whispered. Whimpered.

And Hoseok swears he can barely open the lube bottle because of it. He manages to do so with trembling fingers, spreading it on his cock messily. He is huge in his hand and it’s Yoongi’s doing. Hoseok normally has perfect control over his cock, growing and shrinking his cock whenever he wants to. So to stare at his full vampire cock, over which he had no control in its growing, fills Hoseok with an uncontrollable surge of pleasure. He is going to fuck this huge cock into Yoongi and show him what he is doing to him. He furrows his brows and stares at Yoongi’s middle. The latter has his eyes closed as he is fighting for air. His legs are propped up and squeezed closed in a way that would almost hide him from Hoseok. Even now he is so shy. Hoseok lets him stay in this position because the part he wants to ruin is so painfully exposed to him. His hole. He is so pink and wet. Hoseok can barely guide the lube syringe to his hole from shaking so much. Even there Yoongi is flushed. Hoseok has to swallow down the most sinful of words in order not to scare him away.

He slides the syringe into Yoongi’s hole and pushes. The latter finally reacts with a scared gasp and his legs closing further. He even reaches down and tries to feel for what Hoseok is doing.

“Relax. Don’t be scared”, Hoseok whispers.

“What…you doing?” Yoongi gets out and touches the syringe. He feels it up with trembling fingers, clenching around it.

“I know the lube’s cold, but I’ll warm it up soon. Just gotta make sure that you’re lubricated”, Hoseok tells him as he slides out of him, “when we were shooting porn, we always shot lube up our asses between takes to make it glide painlessly. Trust me, I know what I’m doing”, he explains as he sucks up another round of lube with the syringe. Once it is filled to the brim, he guides the tip back to Yoongi’s hole. He nudges his grabby fingers away from it and slides inside. Once deep deep inside, he pushes, covering Yoongi’s walls in an even thicker layer of lube.

“Stop”, Yoongi whimpers, shaking desperately at the sensation of being pumped full of cold lube, “it’s, it’s too much.”

“It’s not too much, you’ll love it. Trust me”, Hoseok assures him, sliding the now emptied syringe out of him.

Yoongi’s hole pushes out enough lube that it soaks the pillow. He clenches nervously, squeezing his legs together.

“It’s too much, it’s leaking out of me”, he complains in a shy whine.

“Hush, I know”, Hoseok says, closing the distance between their bodies, “that’s why I’ll be there. Relax”, he says and nudges his clenching hole with his cockhead.

Yoongi presses out a shaky, “fuck” and relaxes his muscles.

“There we go”, Hoseok says, wrapping his arm around Yoongi’s legs to use his once shy position to his advantage. He squeezes around them, forcing his legs to bend by their knees. Once folded in half, Hoseok uses his leverage on them to lift his hips until they rest on his lap. And then, only then, does Hoseok part Yoongi’s legs to guide them around his waist.

Yoongi opens his mouth to complain, but he doesn’t get to because Hoseok shuts him up by sliding his cock into him slowly. Carefully. Inch by inch. He fills him out with his cock. His hands caress his inner thighs, his abs continuously flex as he clearly fights his urges to drill him violently.

Yoongi feels tears escape his eyes and a whimper slip from his tongue. He squeezes his eyes shut and throws his head back as best as the cushion allows him to. His hands search for Hoseok’s. The latter meets him in the middle and allows him to squeeze him to the point where it hurts just a little.

“Does it hurt?” Hoseok asks.

Yoongi shakes his head vigorously.

“Mhm, it’s new. I get it”, Hoseok speaks soothingly, caressing Yoongi’s knuckles while his cock still slides inside. Almost done. The amount of pressure around his cock drives Hoseok crazy, but he knows not to rush, “I’m almost in.”

Hoseok bottoms out. By now, the movie has switched to the fourth chapter. Hoseok is talking in the background about how he is known for taking shy boys’ virginities.

The sentence rings in both their ears. Yoongi peels his eyes open to see if Hoseok is looking and closes them right away because their gazes met.

“It’s true, you know?” Hoseok says and places himself over Yoongi’s body. He takes his hands with him, pushing them into the cushion above his head, “and I’m so gentle with it”, he whispers.

Yoongi rolls his head to the side, spilling silent tears. Hoseok leans down and kisses them away, abandoning his hands to instead caress the crown of his head in sync with his hips finally beginning to move.

Slow. Terribly slow. Just small movements back and forth. To get him used to it. He is so tight. Yoongi reacts by lifting his head off the cushions just once before dropping it again and letting out a nervous “ahmhm”. 

“Relax. You’re okay. Everything’s okay. You’re okay”, Hoseok whispers, “does it hurt?”

Yoongi shakes his head, letting out another shy sound. His hands lift from the cushions, grasp Hoseok’s shoulders, squeeze and drop into the cushions again. So nervous. He doesn’t even know what do to with his hands. Hoseok rewards him with deeper movements and his fingers scratching his scalp soothingly.

“Ah.”

“You’re good. Everything’s okay”, Hoseok whispers, letting out a desperate moan, “that’s it, you’re doing so good.”

His hips show Yoongi exactly what he has been missing out on. What any of your little poly family has been missing out on. Yoongi may be the first to experience it, but Hoseok knows for a fact that soon he’ll have you and the others come knocking on his door as well. Good. He doesn’t want to be excluded from all the fucking. Not anymore.

He moves smoothly, using his decades old experience as a dancer to his advantage. Deep and strong. Not fast. Calculated. And with enough strength behind them that the impact of his body against Yoongi’s is loud. Skin against skin. The drenched nature of Yoongi’s hole adds wet squelching sounds to the sinful music. Truly, he is so wet inside. Hoseok is glad that he went with two portions. Truth is, one would have been enough, but Hoseok is a sucker for filling his bottoms with lube. They get so wet and so relaxed because of it. No ounce of friction, just wet, slippery fucking. And he wanted to give Yoongi the wettest fuck ever. He deserves it. He deserves to get his hole fucked by huge cock, but for it to happen without even a second of discomfort. And he knows that Yoongi isn’t hurting, because despite his supernatural size, Yoongi hasn’t clenched in discomfort once. All he has been doing is tremble and flutter and pulse around his cock while he is scrambling up the lube inside him.

He chases the pleasure it brings him, because trust that Hoseok feels high right now.

“You’re so tight”, he rasps against Yoongi’s neck, “and you wanted to tell me that I used too much lube. Hah fuck”, he laughs deeply, gliding his tongue up his neck until he can whisper against his ear, “if I didn’t fill you up, you’d just be way too tight.”

Yoongi shudders and lets out an embarrassed whine. His legs shake around Hoseok’s waist, his feet rest on his back and his toes keep curling each time Hoseok slams his cock against his prostate. He can feel how wet he is. Hoseok is fucking it out of him. His cock is so huge that it was unavoidable. There is just too much in his hole, lube was bound to squirt out of him eventually. It’s just so embarrassing because it happens each time Hoseok bottoms out. The wet sin is sticking to Hoseok’s pubes and is smearing all over Yoongi’s buttocks. Yoongi doesn’t know what else to do other than whine again and throw his arms around Hoseok. Not to hug, but to dig his nails into his back.

“That’s it, hold onto me”, Hoseok encourages him and rewards him with faster movements. He still keeps them deep and strong, but he adds just enough rhythm to them that the once two seconds of bliss where his tip hit his prostate turn into a constant wave of ecstasy. And as that happens, Yoongi swears that he loses a part of himself because holy shit it feels so good that he doesn’t know what to do anymore. He doesn’t know what to do. He doesn’t know. He doesn’t.

“Hoseok.”

His name leaves Yoongi as the only thing his body was able to do. His nails leave marks down his back and up again. They heal within seconds, but the deep burn remains.

“Yeah, you just keep moaning my name. I fucking love that”, Hoseok speaks in a dark voice. The kind of voice, which doesn’t sound like him at all and which makes Yoongi wish for his friend back. This isn’t him. This isn’t Hoseok. Not him. When he talked about being Doctor Love and starring in porn, Yoongi expected his movies to be goofy and borderline cringey. He expected his perverted and way too funny friend to be just as goofy and perhaps even a little terrible in bed. Can one blame him? Doctor Love is a ridiculous name.

So to be brought to the point of shaking legs and a non-functioning brain by none other than him feels like a fucking acid trip to Yoongi.

This isn’t Hoseok.

But then. This isn’t him either. All of this. This isn’t Yoongi.

He is taking cock up his ass. Not strap, but actual cock.

The Hoseok in the background movie is currently talking about how tight the boy’s virgin ass feels and here lies Yoongi with his legs around Hoseok’s waist and his virgin hole filled out by his cock as the Real Hoseok is growling against his neck. Why Hoseok? Out of all the men in his life it was Hoseok who was going to take this first? Holy fucking shit, Yoongi’s life became a series of unforeseen and twisted events.

And the most twisted part of it all?

He fucking loves it so much that he is crying messy, pathetic tears and enjoying every fucking second of doing so. He begins to meet Hoseok’s movements, doing so sloppily and with little coordination. It feels so good. It feels so fucking good.

“Stop that”, Hoseok orders him, slowing down his hips, “you’re messing up my rhythm.”

“Deeper, I need it deeper.”

“Why didn’t you say so?” Hoseok says and picks him up. It is hilarious. The two vampires are relatively the same height and build and yet right now, Yoongi feels tiny and fragile in Hoseok’s arms.

He falls into Hoseok, wrapping his arms around him and burying his face in the crook of his neck. This isn’t him and yet he can’t stop. Not when Hoseok turned off any sense of sanity with just one press against his prostate.

“That’s it, hold onto me”, Hoseok encourages him and climbs off the sofa. He uses his powers for a second to get to the next best wall as quickly as possible. He couldn’t bother to walk, all he wants is to fuck Yoongi against a wall.

And he does. Oh how he does. Yoongi wails up in ecstasy, throwing his head back and gripping Hoseok’s shoulders as the latter bounces him on his huge cock. He is naturally taller than Hoseok in this position, feeling the latter nose at his clothed chest. He hates that he is wearing a sweater right now, but he is too weak to say anything. It feels so good to be fucked.

Hard, fast and rough. Hoseok doesn’t hold back anymore. Or maybe he is, but even if he is, Yoongi feels in heaven, letting the younger vampire bounce him on his cock gladly.

“I fucking love that ass”, the Hoseok in the movie moans.

“Yeah, that’s right”, the real Hoseok agrees, “fucking love that ass.”

“Ah, please”, Yoongi begs and shakes like crazy. His legs aren’t working anymore. They are flopping around each time Hoseok moves. The only thing still keeping them in this position is the hold Hoseok has on them. His cock keeps rubbing against Hoseok’s stomach. His skin feels so smooth against his cockhead, his muscles are so defined. Yoongi doesn’t want to, but is constantly leaking white, creamy desperation because of it. Or maybe it’s because Hoseok is drilling his ass to the point where Yoongi is scared that he might gape afterwards. He knows from fucking Jungkook that roughly, how open and loose hole can get if you fuck it hard enough. And he also knows that Hoseok has his vampire cock out, because unless Hoseok’s human cock is crazy huge, the cock in his ass feels massive. He thinks of his near future for a moment. Once both of them orgasmed and the sex had to end. That future. He thinks of how he is going to gape and how he never gaped before. He feels painful embarrassment then. For only a second because then Hoseok fucks his cock into him again and his brain turns off.

Yoongi collapses into Hoseok. His face naturally falls into the crook of Hoseok’s neck, drool escapes his mouth, he can’t stop it from happening. He has his eyes half lidded and he knows for a fact that they are just a little crossed. Thankfully nobody sees him right now.

“Hoseok”, he whimpers.

“I fucking love my name like this”, Hoseok growls, “fuck, you drive me fucking insane. Say it again, fucking say it again”, Hoseok encourages him, thrusting into his ass in three deep and angry strokes. He needs to punish him for making him feel so good that his legs are shaking.

“Hoseok…”

“That’s it. Fuck yes”, Hoseok moans, tightening the grasp on Yoongi just so he can change positions. It’s getting too hard to stand. He uses his powers again. Fucking like this is amazing. So freely and without any restraints. No human fragility has to be considered or even the tenderness of younger vampires. This is Yoongi. The one who created the vampiric race and whose body can withstand far more than the rough handling of a seventy year old vampire. And Hoseok feels drunk on power.

He hurries to the armchair, turns it so the backrest was facing the television and places Yoongi atop of it by his knees. He bends him over so he has to hold onto the edge of the backrest. Then he steps onto the chair with one foot and fucks his cock back into Yoongi’s gaping hole.

Yoongi takes the new position with shaking gratitude. His vision is blurred by tears of pleasure, but focused on the television in front of him. Just nine feet from where he is getting drilled, he can watch Hoseok’s veiny cock stretch open flushed hole and in this moment, it feels as if he is watching a livestream of what is being done to him.

“I’m cumming”, he wails and buries his face in the edge of the backrest.

“Fuck. Shit. Do it”, Hoseok spits, gawking at Yoongi’s hole. He knows his movies are hot, but to think that this is what would set off Yoongi makes Hoseok want to nut right with him. Not that he is going to. No, he isn’t done with him.

“Now”, Yoongi screams and begins shaking so uncontrollably Hoseok feels bad for a second. He looks so fragile and vulnerable like this. Hoseok feels so, so bad to drill him that hard. Only for a second though, because then the feral urge to fuck and fuck and fuck him overcomes him. Yoongi’s pink hole is pulsating around his huge cock. He can see it so perfectly. And between Yoongi’s trembling legs a puddle of white cum is forming on the armchair, telling him just how hard the older vampire is climaxing. He is also terribly tight, but Hoseok keeps fucking. He bruises Yoongi’s hips because of how hard he is gripping him, pulling a grimace of angry pleasure as his long hair is getting more and more soaked in sweat. It’s running down his torso as well, giving his abs and perky nipples a sinful glow to it. The shine of the television only accentuates his shape. Hoseok stops admiring his own body to instead admire Yoongi’s. Fragile torso still hugged by his sweater and buttocks flushed from impact, he looks so utterly destroyable. Hoseok looks at the way his pink hole moves around his cock. It is still tight, but less than before.

Hoseok picks up speed again, forcing Yoongi to arch his back and throw his head back.

“I know. Tight”, Hoseok growls, “put I fucked enough Gluttons to know that you guys aren’t satisfied with one, so take it. It’s worth it.”

“Please”, Yoongi hasn’t talked much ever since this started, but what he said has always been honest, “please don’t stop.”

“Fuck”, Hoseok didn’t expect that.

Yoongi begins fucking back, doing so with his ass presented in a perfect arch and his fingers gripping the chair to the point of ripping it.

“Shit, hah”, Hoseok’s voice pitches as his hips stutter. This he expected even less. For Yoongi to willingly beg for more and for his body to showcase his desperation. It’s messing with his head, “holy shit”, Hoseok presses out and grabs a bundle of Yoongi’s soaked hair. He uses the leverage to push his head down and into the edge of the backrest. Like this, Yoongi rests on his cheek and drools all over the cushion.

“I wanna break you, I wanna fucking ruin you, holy fuck I’m so fucking into you”, Hoseok chants with ruby eyes and his cheeks covered in dark veins, “I’m so fucking into you. Holy fuck, Yoongi. Fuck, your name sounds perfect like this. Yoongi, argh Yoongi.”

He keeps talking as he keeps fucking. Angrily and like an animal. No human could withstand this. How the chair is still keeping up with it, will always stay a mystery. But Yoongi can. Yoongi with his gaping, wet hole and tears streaming down his face can withstand this. Yoongi with his fingers ripping the armchair and his cock continuously leaking thick white pleasure wants to withstand this. And Yoongi with his scalp burning from getting his hair tugged and with his lungs working just a little less well because Hoseok keeps pressing him into the chair hopes that this won’t ever stop.

The movie has stopped by now. Now, only the start menu stares back at Hoseok. Him with his hard cock out whilst in the background snippets of the movies repeat over and over again. A hundred and fifty minutes. He has been fucking Yoongi for two hours and thirty fucking minutes and it hasn’t gotten boring at all. And here Yoongi wanted to complain about the length. 

“I have to cum”, Yoongi confesses with his voice so not entirely his’. Hoseok knows Yoongi as someone with a deep voice. A calm voice with a timbre that feels as if it could lull you to sleep in relaxation or make you cum with just a few words. Not in a million years would he have imagined him to produce such squeaky sounds. And he loves it, fucking him even harder just so he can make him squeak as he cums.

Yoongi begins convulsing and shaking, “now, please, now.”

“I’m not stopping you”, Hoseok encourages him and the last thing he does before Yoongi breaks is write his name against his swollen prostrate.

Yoongi orgasms with a squeak. Just like Hoseok wanted.

“Yeah that’s it, that’s fucking it”, Hoseok growls with his fangs on display. He slams into Yoongi, pulling his fragile hips onto his cock to make it ever more intense.

“Oh god”, Yoongi chokes out and begins sobbing, “I have to- I’m sorry.”

“What do you- oh”, Hoseok feels lost for words. Yoongi’s once white cream changes colours, turning more and more into translucent liquid until it is all that is left. It leaves Yoongi’s cock each time Hoseok fucks into him and therefore makes his body convulse. It is already running down the chair by now, soiling Hoseok’s foot and the floor.

“Ah, ah I’m sorry, ah, oh god, ah”, Yoongi wails, shaking against his will.

“Holy. Fucking. Shit. You. Are. The hottest motherfucker ever”, Hoseok moans and throws his head back. He squeezes his eyes shut, “holy shit, you’re making me cum”, he growls and overcome by one last surge of power, he tugs Yoongi up until he can wrap his arms around him and press his lips against his sweaty neck. He smells like his cologne, ecstatic pleasure and fresh sweat. Hoseok inhales the scent like an addict. Like this, his fangs tickle his skin.

Hoseok climaxes just like this. Holding Yoongi, inhaling his pleasure-drenched scent and making him squirt until Hoseok drew out even the last harsh movement.

The two vampires fall on the floor afterwards. It was Hoseok’s doing. He lost balance and tugged Yoongi right with him. The latter is his little spoon, shaking in his arms as Hoseok purrs and kisses his neck. His cock is still plugging him up, hard but very obviously human sized. It honestly feels like nothing is in his ass right now, until Hoseok moves it just right and rubs it against his abused prostate. Yoongi flinches each time it happens, but he doesn’t want it to end. It feels so good and once those bolts of overstimulation stop for good, it will mean that Hoseok slipped out and his hole is gaping. Filled with lube and cum, it is most definitely going to leak. Yoongi is scared of that happening.

“This was fucking amazing”, Hoseok lulls, kissing the shell of Yoongi’s ear, “was it good for you?”

“Yeah”, Yoongi croaks. Shame begins to bubble in his stomach. Shame for showing himself like this.

“That’s good to hear”, Hoseok says and lets out a content sigh.

“Hoba, I’m dropping”, Yoongi chokes out.

“You are? Hey”, Hoseok gasps and tries to slip out.

“No. Don’t leave. I-I’ll leak and, and gape and, and I c-can’t do, do that. I can’t. I-“

“Okay, hey I get it”, Hoseok assures him, pressing himself as close as possible just so Yoongi can feel how stuffed he still was, “do you feel that? You’re still filled up.”

“Don’t stop”, Yoongi gets out and rolls to his tummy just enough that his nose is pressed against the floor.

Hoseok chases him, making sure to keep his cock inside as he snakes his arms around him. He pulls him against his chest, rubbing his tummy gently.

“I won’t stop. I can stay hard for a really long time. Promise, you can warm my cock for as long as you need to. Doctor Love can be Doctor Aftercare as well.”

Yoongi laughs even if he thinks that the joke was dumb. Like this, he doesn’t feel ashamed anymore. As a matter of fact, he even feels good. Hoseok laughs with him.

“Fuck”, Yoongi presses out, “fuck, you’re such an idiot.”

“Yeah, probably. You gotta admit though, I can fuck.”

“I guess.”

“What do you mean I guess? Dude, I just made you squirt.”

Yoongi nudges Hoseok’s stomach with his elbow.

“You’re a fucking ass. Don’t make fun of me”, he hisses.

“I’m not”, Hoseok assures him and takes his once attacking arm to instead pin it onto the floor by his wrist, “it’s just that I’ve never made a man squirt before. That shit was hot as fuck.”

Yoongi likes having his hand pinned down, he also likes feeling Hoseok’s cock move as they play wrestle and he likes the conversation. Hoseok doesn’t judge him for the kind of things he is most ashamed of doing in front of someone who isn’t you. Yoongi won’t ever tell him, but it means the world to him.

“Yeah well, I’m not a man.”

“Yeah right, you’re a slut.”

“Shut up”, Yoongi hisses and tries to fight Hoseok again.

The latter laughs and pins him down. Yoongi merely did it so he could feel his cock shift inside. He won’t ever confess it. He wiggles again, but Hoseok pins him down and begins nibbling at his neck. Yoongi grows slack, closing his eyes.

“I still can’t believe that I was your first.”

“You weren’t my first. ___ was.”

“Yeah right. I was still the first man.”

“Whatever.”

“How come?”

“What do you mean?”

“You’re officially dating Kook. Why didn’t he take you first?”

“Because… I don’t know”, Yoongi is whispering, “I’m scared to show myself like that in front of him.”

“He wouldn’t judge you.”

“I know, but I’d feel weird. He looks up at me. I feel…weird at the thought of being like this with him.”

“I get it. It’s a power thing. You don’t wanna be the one he has to take care of ‘cause until now, you were always the one to coddle him.”

Yoongi cranes his neck to look at Hoseok.

“What?” Hoseok asks.

“Since when are you like this?”

“Like what?”

“Like…not a constant idiot pervert.”

Hoseok furrows his brows, “ouch”, he says, nudging Yoongi, “I know I suck at being serious, but damn you really had to hit me where it hurts the most, didn’t you?”

“I’m sorry”, Yoongi says honestly, “I didn’t wanna hurt you. I just…” he studies Hoseok’s face. It is sweaty and glowing from sex and his long hair is sticking to parts of it. Yoongi always thought that Hoseok was handsome, but tonight he feels almost unbearably drawn to him, “…I get it. I’m bad at it too. I act cold to cope and you joke around. I shouldn’t have said what I said.”

“I accept your apology”, Hoseok says and grins, “no but seriously, it’s okay dude. I know you didn’t mean any harm in it.”

“Good”, Yoongi says and turns away to relax while Hoseok cuddles into him.

“We could open another bottle of wine. What do you think?” he suggests.

“I gotta leave soon.”

“You’re not leaving tonight. It’s storming like a bitch again and you’re still too drunk to drive.”

“Then I’ll walk.”

Hoseok laughs, “don’t be ridiculous. You’ll get wet and cold. I can make you wet and blissed out.”

“You want me to stay over?” Yoongi asks as calmly as possible even if Hoseok’s words make his head dizzy.

“Yeah, stay over. Drink more wine, get drunker, maybe watch another one of my movies and fuck again”, Hoseok says and rolls his hips gently, “let’s not get sober already.”

Yoongi understands what Hoseok means by that. Being sober means that this is gonna end. The ruthless, dumb fucking is over once their heads are cleared from the wine. Maybe Yoongi doesn’t want this to happen yet.

“Fine”, he says, “but you gotta promise me not to tell anyone. Just once please keep it to yourself.”

“I promise. I’ll keep it a secret.”

“I trust you on that.”

“When have I ever broken your trust?”

Yoongi stay silent.

“Exactly”, Hoseok says, “now tell me how long you still need to cockwarm me ‘cause I’m thirsty for more wine.”

Yoongi scoffs, “you’re a fucking idiot. Just get up, but don’t look.”

“Yeah, sure.”

Despite Yoongi’s dreams of keeping their night a secret, it gets exposed the next day. Not by Hoseok – hell, this man was ready to take the secret to the grave – but by none other than you and the others returning from your holiday and running to check on them after hearing very worrisome noises from his bedroom. Yoongi didn’t come home. He didn’t pick up his phone. Of course, you went looking for him at the place you figured he would be. Hoseok’s renovations were known to you all, just as much as Yoongi’s willingness to help. You all ran, taking two steps at the time. The door opened easily, revealing the probably most shocking view to your eyes.

Yoongi and Hoseok tangled under the fluffy duvet in rough missionary, three empty bottles of wine scattered on the bedroom floor and their bodies drenched in sweat. By now, Yoongi was wearing one of Hoseok’s tanktops while the latter was still naked. They never went to sleep, their bodies were still buzzing in booze. You all screamed, then yelled, then they complained while you stuttered in shock until it ended in laughter and you leaving them to finish up.

Yoongi stays out until late into the night. He hopes that you are sleeping already. You aren’t, calling him into the sitting room, the moment he passes it.

“So, you and Hobi. Wanna tell me how that happened?”

“Why did you stay up? Go to bed, this is so embarrassing to talk about”, he whines.

You wiggle your brows, “Boongie, go on tell me everything.”

“No. I’m hungover. We drank five bottles of the witches’ wine, I’m dying.”

“And you don’t think that it could be because he has been railing you for one night and an entire day?” you ask him, studying his ruined form. He wasn’t even able to button up his pants properly.

“Fuck, shut up.”

“I’m not shutting up until you tell me how that happened.”

“We got drunk, okay?” Yoongi is embarrassed, but not ashamed. You know him. He is blushing like crazy, not only from the afterglow of the wine and the sex, but also from being shy, but he wasn’t ashamed. Not in front of you. Never in front of you, “he showed me his pornos and I just…they excited me, alright?”

“Ooooh okay, that’s shocking”, you get up to hurry to him in happy skips, “don’t tell me that his films are actually good”, you say and touch his tummy.

This simple touch was enough to break Yoongi’s composure. He is with you again. His safe space.

“I kid you not” he says and giggles, “they were really fucking hot”, he whispers as he shares the secret with you. He even leans in to whisper it into your ear. You tilt your head so he can reach you better.

“Yeah?” you giggle with him, “I can’t believe that they actually are. And is he a good fuck?” you are whispering too.

“Yeah, a really good one. He fucked my ass. Multiple times. I think I actually saw god.”

“Ooh Boongie, that sounds amazing. Tell me more. Wait. Doesn’t that mean that he was your first real cock? Holy moly, it does! Oh my god, Boongie tell me everything”, you say as you drag him to your magic kitchen by his hands, “tell me, tell me, tell me.”

“Do I gotta? I’m so hungover, I just wanna knock out”, he whines, following you gladly despite his complaints.

“That’s why I’ll be making you something while you talk. I promise, I know just the remedy against witchy hangovers. You talk, I cook and then I tell you all about New York as you fall asleep. I’m still jet lagged as fuck anyways, I can’t fall asleep.”

“Okay fine”, he gives in with a happy skip in his steps, “but I wanna lie on your couch as you work.”

“Of course, I’ll even tug in your horny ass.”