#vhope fluff

From: LOML !!!! Wanna see something funny?

Taehyung stares at Hoseok’s text message while he anxiously bites his thumb nail. Ten minutes have passed, and he still hasn’t responded. It’s unlike him; everyone knows Taehyung is always on his phone. If he doesn’t respond to a text immediately, then it’s clear that he’s ignoring it. 

He doesn’t want to ignore his boyfriend. He’s just scared. 

Hoseok hadn’t used any emojis, not one. No laughing crying face, no mysterious side eyes, nothing. 

Whatever Hoseok shows Taehyung, he knows one thing for sure: it will not be funny. 

To: LOML !!!! Yee

Taehyung winces as he presses send knowing how stupid and uncommitted he sounds. Guilty, even, though he doesn’t know for what. Hoseok is sweet, sunshine personified, and one of the kindest people Taehyung knows. He’s also one of the most terrifying, and Taehyung knows not to cross him. 

From: LOML !!!! I was clearing storage on my phone and deleting apps And I realized I still have Grindr, just offloaded But I decided to look at it Yknow For memories~

Taehyung runs his hand over his head, so accustomed to messing with his curls when he’s stressed that he forgets his head is buzzed now. The messaging app shows that Hoseok is still typing. 

“Taehyung-ah, what’s up with you?” Yoongi approaches Taehyung from the side and tries peering over his shoulder to look at his phone. “Shit, is that Hob-ah sending you so many texts back to back?”

“Hyung!” Taehyung elbows Yoongi in the chest, only briefly looking up when Yoongi smacks his arm back. 

“Watch it!”

“Mind your own business, hyung!” 

Yoongi glares at Taehyung before returning to their grocery cart. They’re supposed to be shopping for ingredients so Yoongi can show Taehyung how to cook a few of Hoseok’s favorite foods. Taehyung wants it to be a surprise for their one-year anniversary. But he needs Yoongi as his lifeline since he hates to cook and barely knows how.

“I’m going to the next aisle,” Yoongi announces as he marches past Taehyung, pushing the cart along.

Taehyung waves Yoongi off, too busy scrolling on his phone to start at the beginning of the multiple screenshots that Hoseok has sent him and trying not to pass out in the middle of the grocery store. 

From: LOML !!!! I found our messages from the first time we talked I think i forgot how charming you were Oof. Past-tense here to kick Taehyung in the ass. 

Oof. Past-tense here to kick Taehyung in the ass. 

From: LOML !!!! Yknow what i never forgot, though? Kim Taehyung?  THAT YOU SAID YOU WERE A TOP YOU SEE THIS SCREENSHOT? THAT IS YOUR GRINDR PROFILE AND YOU KNOW WHAT THAT SAYS RIGHT THERE TAEHYUNG 28 DOM TOP T O P D O M T O P AND YOU KNOW WHAT YOU’VE BEEN THIS WHOLE TIME?

Taehyung closes his eyes and lets his head tilt back. He lets out a long sigh through his nose as his phone continues vibrating in his hand. He doesn’t need to read the rest of Hoseok’s texts to know what he’s saying. 

“Fuuuuck,” Taehyung groans. “Fuck, fuck, fuck. I’m so fucked.” 

And that’s exactly the problem: Taehyung is fucked even though he was supposed to be the one doing the fucking.

From: LOML !!!! Anyway Tae Sweetie Would you like to know what the legal term is for the atrocity I’ve put up with for the past year and a half?

Taehyung knows it’s a rhetorical question. Hoseok provides the answer almost immediately.

From: LOML !!!! False advertising You are subject to prison time You little twink

“Are you still getting your ass chewed out?” Yoongi grunts as he strolls past the aisle, more food in the grocery cart. 

Taehyung lets out another sigh. “Yeah, that’s half of the problem.”

Yoongi’s face crumples, and he sucks his lips in, pressing them together so tightly that it looks like it hurts. 

“Right. Well. I’m gonna go pay for all this now…”

Taehyung slips his phone into the back pocket of his jeans and gives Yoongi a weak smile. 

“Good idea.”

Here’s the thing: men are liars. Everyone knows that.

Taehyung has never done anything dominant in his entire life. He’s too shy to even correct waitresses when his food orders come back wrong at restaurants. He makes Hoseok do it for him! And as far as topping goes… well, Taehyung is pretty sure everyone knows having a dick up their ass is great, hence why Hoseok is complaining that he never gets one up his. 

Can anyone blame Taehyung for enjoying that his partner is vers? They shouldn’t. He’s innocent. 

Of course, he can’t really tell Hoseok any of this. But on the drive home from Yoongi’s apartment, Taehyung definitely plans to tell Hoseok. He practices a little speech as he drives the speed limit because he doesn’t want to get home any faster than he needs to.

“It’s simple, really,” Taehyung says to the Hyundai Avante driving in front of him. “The first time we hooked up, you just, sort of, took the lead on things. And I, as an accommodating partner, was willing to go along with whatever you wanted. Because I love you!”

Taehyung waves his hand as he talks. Judging by the sudden horn honking, he surmises that the Kia Sorento speeding next to him thinks he flipped them off.

Misunderstandings! How stupid they are.

“And then,” Taehyung continues as he pulls into the underground parking garage of their apartment complex, “we kept doing what we were doing, and it was never brought up! So, therefore, I thought everything was fine.”

By the time Taehyung crosses the threshold of his apartment unit, he has mentally rewritten his speech at least three different times, each draft with a failed conclusion and no viable responses if Hoseok challenges him as a follow-up. What is he supposed to say? It has been over a year since they met each other. If this was such a big deal, shouldn’t Hoseok have spoken up earlier?

The front door opens to a small entryway that leads to their kitchen, where Hoseok sits at the island counter. He has his feet tucked behind the rungs of the wooden barstool, and his arms folded so that he can lean over a book lying flat on the counter. Hoseok’s been into reading lately—mostly fantasy and graphic novels. He says he wants to appreciate art forms other than music and visual art.

Taehyung wishes he was more like Hoseok.

“Hi.” Taehyung slips out of his shoes and shuffles further into the kitchen.

With the capped part of his ink pen pressed against his bottom lip, Hoseok tilts his head just enough to meet Taehyung’s gaze. “Shouldn’t you be in jail?” 

“Hyung.”

Hoseok taps the pen against his bottom lip a few times, as if counting to ten and waiting for Taehyung to correct his bad behavior.

Taehyung would like everyone to know that he was well-behaved as a child. He completed his chores without complaint, submitted his homework on time, and only received detention in school once when he was eight for playing outside in the rain when he wasn’t supposed to. He’s almost thirty now and still the bestest boy there is, thank you very much.

“Yoongi hyung bailed me out?” Taehyung offers the joke with a shy smile. He hovers at Hoseok’s elbow, keeping his hands in his pants pockets. On any other day, he would interrupt Hoseok from his reading by smothering himself in the crook of his neck and squeezing him until his arms cramp.

“Well, I’m glad he did. Someone had to, and it wasn’t gonna be me.”

“Hyung,” Taehyung whines. He taps his thighs, fingers twitching in his pockets with the need to grab Hoseok. “Don’t be so mean to me. I’m sorry.”

Hoseok tilts his head and raises his eyebrows, skepticism written on his pursed lips. “You don’t even know what you’re apologizing for.”

“Yes, I do!” Taehyung bounces on his toes.

“And what is it?”

Taehyung doesn’t respond immediately. He chews his bottom lip and pulls one hand from his pocket to rub his palm across his buzz cut, back and forth in quick swipes. “For, uh, not reminding you I’m vers. And, uh, a switch?”

Hoseok snorts, and Taehyung drags his hand down his face, pulling at his eyes and lips like he’s wiping away the embarrassment coloring his tan skin.

“You’re ridiculous, do you know that?”

“Yes!” Taehyung nods. He knows his eagerness will make Hoseok laugh, and it does.

A selfish part of Taehyung revels in Hoseok’s sweet giggles, the way his lips curve into a heart-shaped smile, revealing bright teeth and crinkling his eyes. Hoseok is so effortlessly handsome. Even in his after-work outfit of brightly colored baggy sweatpants and an oversized t-shirt that doesn’t match, hair a mess, and slight bags under his eyes, he captivates Taehyung.

Reaching up, Hoseok curls his fingers around the nape of Taehyung’s neck. He strokes his skin, fingertips tapping along in a gentle dance that leaves goosebumps in their wake.

Taehyung closes his eyes and leans into Hoseok’s touch.

“You’ll have your court hearing within the next five business days. I hope you’ve found a lawyer.” Hoseok’s smile turns into a smirk, but Taehyung doesn’t see it. “But in the meantime, I’m hungry.”

Taehyung cracks one eye open to look at Hoseok through his long lashes when he stops caressing his neck. “Takeout?”

“Mhm, I’m not in the mood to cook.” Hoseok closes his book and sticks his pen behind his ear. “Unless you were planning on feeding me?”

“I could feed you this cock,” Taehyung blurts.

The barstool makes a scraping sound as Hoseok stands. His lips part slightly, and Taehyung can see the tip of his tongue move behind his teeth like he’s revving up to speak, but can’t get the words out. Maybe what Taehyung said was a little too much. Maybe he should take it back.

“Because that’s what you” — he bounces on his toes again and tries to pass a grimace off as a smile — “what you wanted, right?”

Hoseok’s shock grows into a blushing grin. He grabs Taehyung’s shoulder and shoves him with a laugh. “Shut up, Tae.”

Stumbling, Taehyung reaches for Hoseok’s wrist to keep himself on his feet, lucky that Hoseok has a strong core to stop them from falling. He giggles until the tension in him lifts and his shoulders sag with relief.

“Want to watch something while we eat?” Hoseok asks, letting Taehyung tuck him under his arm as he scrolls through his phone to pick a restaurant for takeout. He pauses for a moment to tilt his chin, bright eyes glittering as they stare up at Taehyung. 

It's easy to read Hoseok, especially when his pretty, heart-shaped lips pucker out just a bit. It's even easier to kiss him. 

Hoseok tastes sweet, though he always does. Taehyung whimpers into the kiss, digging his fingers into Hoseok's shirt to pull him close by the baggy fabric. It's short-lived because Hoseok breaks the connection of their lips with a giggle. Taehyung's smile presses against his bottom lip. 

“I want whatever you want, hyung.”

Taehyung means it now, with Hoseok’s decision on which restaurant they’ll order from and which TV show or movie they watch, but he also means it for later, when Hoseok wants something else from him. He doesn’t know if Hoseok understands the double meaning, but it’s okay. He just hopes Hoseok will be vocal about what he wants.

In the days that follow, Taehyung finds himself occupied with his demanding corporate job, leaving him with little time to indulge in conversations with Hoseok about his useless fat cock and how criminal it is that he’s a twink. Hoseok is busy, too. His increasing prestige in the world of choreography has made him somewhat of a hot commodity. Left and right, idols come to Hoseok to train backup dances for their music videos or choreograph special unit performances at award shows. Taehyung is proud of his boyfriend, but he misses their cuddles at night when they both work late and come home at odd hours.

However, as their anniversary approaches, Taehyung takes time to plan how he wants to orchestrate Hoseok’s surprise.

This year, neither of them are supposed to give each other gifts. Hoseok had made it clear there was no point in “spending unnecessary money” on frivolous things. They both know material items can’t express how much love they have for each other. Of course, Taehyung had challenged him on that, complaining that anniversaries are all about gift-giving. To which Hoseok had countered that “the greatest gift would be your dick up my ass”.

The situation works out for Taehyung, regardless. Giving Hoseok the gift of his dick wouldn’t be breaking the rules. Hoseok only said no to spending money on gifts. Taehyung’s dick is free.

Except for, you know, the exchange he’ll have to make, considering everyone knows prostate orgasms are best, and he’ll be missing out on one. It’s fine. He loves Hoseok enough to give up the opportunity for multiple orgasms. It’s fine.

At least he’ll be avoiding jail time and lawyer costs! If some dick and a (hopefully) gorgeous homemade dinner aren't enough to acquit Taehyung, he has no hope. 

On their anniversary, Taehyung wakes up early. He usually gets up before Hoseok, lacking the flexible schedule that comes with Hoseok’s position in his industry. Today, Taehyung sets aside extra time to finish a few tasks before leaving.

What is supposed to be the guest bedroom in their apartment has become a home office of sorts. One side of the room has a desk for Taehyung’s computer and gaming setup. On the other side, a colorful array of Hoseok’s art supplies lay strewn about: pencils, paints, charcoal, and clay. Taehyung knows there are notebooks stashed in the cabinets beside the drawing table; he bought Hoseok a few sketchbooks for his birthday. Finding one is easy. He rips out the first blank page and grabs a nearby pencil.

This is probably the stupidest thing he’s ever done. There’s a strong chance Hoseok won’t find his joke funny, but Taehyung is determined to give his boyfriend what he wants, even though it’s the opposite of what Taehyung wants.

Not that Taehyung hates topping. He has done it before, plenty of times. It’s just that bottoming is nice. Taehyung enjoys the affection often shown to bottoms, the societal expectation of praise and care for them. As an affectionate person, it fills Taehyung’s love language in full. Oddly, Hoseok was the first person to let Taehyung bottom in ages. Most people assume Taehyung is strictly a top. He’s not sure what it is about himself that gives off that impression. Or perhaps it isn’t him. Perhaps he’s just unintentionally drawn to bottoms. Who knows?

Now that Taehyung is dating Hoseok, none of that past stuff matters.

Leaning his forearm on the table, Taehyung takes his time crafting a little anniversary note for the love of his life. He doesn’t have much time before he needs to grab a granola bar and head out the door, but he’s determined to make this note look at least semi-decent. He’s not much of a drawer, so the sketch comes out rough, but it conveys the message Taehyung is trying to get across, and that’s what matters.

Taehyung’s sketch is of a hand making an “okay” sign and another hand pointing at the first with its index finger. Under the hands, Taehyung draws a pair of winking eyes and a sharp nose. Scribbled across the top of the page is his straightforward declaration: “me + you”. 

Once his sketch is complete, Taehyung tiptoes down the hall to the kitchen. He’s careful not to make any noise that may wake Hoseok up. With each step, he can feel his heart beating a little faster, and a wave of giddiness washes over him. 

As he places the paper on the kitchen counter, Taehyung checks his watch. A wave of disappointment ripples through him when he realizes he doesn’t have time to make Hoseok breakfast. But why? He can’t even cook. The only reason he’s going to make it through their anniversary dinner is because of his secret weapon: video calling Yoongi.

But first, he has to give Hoseok his anniversary gift.

With a nervous pep in his step, Taehyung takes a deep breath and slips out of the apartment. He hopes his little note is inviting enough. Taehyung has never been great with words. He hopes he’ll be better with his dick. 

Taehyung spends the entire day consumed by thoughts of Hoseok’s reaction to the note he left. Taehyung’s anticipation grows, and he finds it difficult to focus on anything else. Each passing minute sitting at his desk, halfheartedly responding to emails, feels like an eternity as he anxiously awaited when Hoseok would finally read the note.

Is it weird that Hoseok doesn’t mention it in their texts? They send each other brief messages throughout the day whenever they can, mostly when Taehyung is on his lunch break or pretending to be taking notes during a meeting. Yet, Hoseok never mentions Taehyung’s sketched invitation. He doesn’t even go into much detail when he wishes Taehyung a happy anniversary.

Maybe Hoseok is mad at him for being so flippant about their conversations. It isn’t entirely his fault; Hoseok has been mostly passive aggressive ever since the "Grindr conversation".

Just in case Hoseok is mad, Taehyung practices another speech on his drive home from work. He mentally reworks the drafts a few times once he arrives at their apartment, muttering to himself as he lights vanilla candles to place on their dresser and nightstands and sprinkles rose petals across the bed.

“Well, hyung,” Taehyung tests out his argument, “you see, it was a joke. No, calling it a joke makes it sound mean…” Taehyung frowns, rose petals pinched between his fingers. “It was a… I wanted to…”

The sound of the front door closing makes Taehyung’s mouth snap shut. Hoseok will know Taehyung is home from their Bluetooth speakers playing Ginuwine.

“Jagiya,” Hoseok calls to him from the living room, where he’s likely dropping off his backpack. “Care to explain the note you left me this morning?”

The sexually explicit note was an invitation for Taehyung to fuck Hoseok, of course. That was exactly what Hoseok wanted. What better time than their anniversary for Taehyung finally to give up his moment to please his hyung?

“Hyung,” Taehyung shouts from the bedroom, “can you not just follow the instructions on the note and come here?”

Hoseok laughs as he opens the door and steps into their dimly lit bedroom. The vanilla-scented candles cast long shadows across the bed and fill the room with a soft, warm glow.

Taehyung sits on the edge of the bed, his heart racing as he tries to play it cool. He’s still wearing his work clothes: a white Oxford shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and black slacks. Clearing his throat, he drops the loving expression he was wearing for Hoseok, forcing his features into a stern frown. “I thought the note said you were supposed to come to me naked? Are you really that cock dumb that you’ve forgotten how to read?”

Hoseok’s mouth falls open. “Excuse me?”

If Taehyung wasn’t so nervous, he would have laughed at the shock that colors Hoseok's tone and turns his cheeks pink. But he has a role to play. This is Grindr Taehyung, and he doesn’t laugh unless it’s humiliating the blushing man standing in the doorway.

Pressing his tongue to the inside of his cheek, Taehyung stands from the bed. “Got nothing to say, hyung?” Taehyung murmurs. He snakes his arm around Hoseok’s waist, pulling him closer. “You want my cock, you have to follow my rules.”

Hoseok’s eyes narrow, but he obeys Taehyung’s command. “Okay,” he says as he brings his hands between their bodies to untie the drawstring of his joggers.

Taehyung watches with a smirk, but on the inside, he’s honestly freaking out. The sight of Hoseok stripping naked for him makes Taehyung the one who’s cock dumb. He just can’t let Hoseok know.

“Perfect.” Taehyung brushes his fingers across Hoseok’s perky nipples, his touch drifting lower until he reaches Hoseok’s cock, already leaking a little bead of precum from his slit. Taehyung wraps his hand around Hoseok’s cock, giving it a firm squeeze, and watches his eyes flutter close. “Get on the bed.”

Despite Hoseok’s initial stubbornness, he gets on his knees with his chest flat against the bed willingly, desperately, because this is exactly what he has always wanted. Taehyung has seen Hoseok naked countless times, but never like this, never offering the most sacred parts of himself for Taehyung to take. And, fuck, has Taehyung forgotten what it’s like to be on the other side. He forgot how good it feels to have someone present themselves to him. “Spread yourself wider, hyung. I want to see you.”

Hoseok complies, reaching back to grab his ass cheeks and spread them apart. His hole quivers as he clenches, and Taehyung can tell that Hoseok must have prepped himself during the day — maybe in the morning, after Taehyung left for work.

“Fuck,” Taehyung breathes, voice shuddering as he momentarily breaks character. This is really happening. Taehyung is going to fuck Hoseok for the first time. He reaches into the nightstand, pulling out a bottle of lube and tossing it onto the bed beside Hoseok. That action alone has his cock straining against his zipper.

Taehyung covers Hoseok’s hands with his own so that they’re both holding his cheeks apart. Leaning in, he flattens his tongue and licks across Hoseok’s rim.

“Tae,” Hoseok gasps, his voice strained. “Shit, I don’t remember the last time someone ate me out.”

A twinge of guilt shoots through Taehyung’s chest. He has been denying Hoseok this pleasure for over a year. It really hasn’t been fair of him. Rather than respond, he continues licking and sucking Hoseok’s rim. He occasionally dips his tongue inside, feeling Hoseok’s tight heat around him, and his cock throbs even more.

Hoseok starts to rock his hips back, seeking more. “Tae... please,” he begs, his voice shaking.

Taehyung’s fingers join his tongue, hooking his thumbs in Hoseok’s hole to see how far he can spread him open. “Are you even ready for my cock?” he teases, blowing air on Hoseok’s wet rim just to make him squirm.

“Fuck, Tae,” Hoseok moans. “Jagi, I’m sorry, but I’ve been ready for over a year.”

“You’ve been very patient.” Taehyung sits back, unzipping his pants and pulling out his cock. “But you have to say please.”

“You’re an ass.”

“You always say I’m a good boy, hyung.” Taehyung drizzles the lube directly onto his cock and Hoseok’s hole. “All I’m asking is for you to be one, too.”

“Taehyung-ah, why do you do this to me? I thought this was a gift.” Hoseok groans and presses his forehead into the mattress. “Please.”

“Does this mean I’m acquitted of all charges of false advertisement?”

“If you actually do something!” The bed muffles Hoseok’s voice as his body trembles.

Taehyung grabs Hoseok with one hand, his hold snug at the crease where his thigh meets his hip. “I’ll give you what you want, but remember, hyung, you asked for it.” With his other hand, Taehyung rubs the tip of his cock against Hoseok’s hole. His precum mixes with lube.

Hoseok’s body tenses the moment Taehyung presses the head of his cock past his rim. With enough lube and preparation, Taehyung’s cock slides in without difficulty, though the fit is tight. He watches more of his cock sinks into Hoseok’s hole, his heat consuming him. Hoseok sucks him in, the grip unbelievably tight when Taehyung pulls back slightly just to ease back in again.

“Fuuuck,” Taehyung moans, letting his head fall back. He pants from his open mouth, eyes screwed shut. “I forgot how fucking good this feels.”

“Same,” Hoseok admits with a gasp.

Taehyung opens his eyes to look down at where their bodies connect. He runs his hands up Hoseok’s back, squeezing his shoulders as he pushes his hips flush against Hoseok’s ass and grinds into him as deeply as he can.

“God,” Hoseok groans, arching his back. “You’re so fucking big.”

Taehyung feels a sense of pride that’s different from when Hoseok praises his ass when he fucks Taehyung. It’s hard to explain, though both praises make his heart swell. Taehyung wraps an arm around Hoseok’s waist, pulling him closer so that their bodies are flush against each other. His chest presses to Hoseok’s back, his cock sliding in and out in a steady rhythm that makes Hoseok tremble. It’s not fast, but it’s deep. The position makes Taehyung overly aware of how fucking hot it is that Hoseok is naked underneath him while he's still fully clothed.

“Hyung, you’re so tight.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Hoseok gasps, pushing back to meet each of Taehyung’s thrusts. Every time Taehyung pulls back, lube and precum squelch around his cock and sticks to Hoseok’s skin.

“Gonna fuck you every day, hyung. Multiple times a day. So I can make up for lost time,” Taehyung groans into the crook of Hoseok’s neck.

“Good.”

The single word from Hoseok is all Taehyung needs. He realizes he enjoys watching Hoseok fall apart. It’s satisfying, knowing he’s why Hoseok grips the sheets with white knuckles, eyes shut and mouth hanging open.

Hoseok’s mouth, such a pretty pink heart, wet with drool. Taehyung doesn’t care how messy it is when he leans in to capture Hoseok’s lips. He slides his tongue inside Hoseok’s mouth, licking and sucking like he had with his rim. They haven’t kissed nearly enough. Taehyung had wanted Hoseok to earn his kisses, back when he was trying to plan out what he thought Grindr Taehyung would do. Obviously, all his plans went to shit the moment he sank his cock into Hoseok’s ass.

Sitting back on his knees, Taehyung grabs Hoseok’s wrists. He forces Hoseok’s arms to his side and pulls on them, as though he’s using them as reigns to keep Hoseok steady as he fucks him with hard, sharp thrusts.

“Oh god,” Hoseok turns his head to the side so his cheek rubs against the mattress with each thrust. His teeth sink into his bottom lip, and his cheeks are flushed with heat and sweat.

“I’m really sorry,” Taehyung groans, his hips moving faster now, “but I’m gonna come.” He can feel the coil of pleasure in him tightening, electricity sparking through his cock every time Hoseok squeezes around him.

Hoseok has the audacity to laugh. “Don’t apologize” — he tilts his head so he can look back at Taehyung more easily — “just come in me while you get me off, okay?”

“Fuck, okay, okay.”

Taehyung almost forgot that he has to help Hoseok get off. He can’t just get lost in the feeling of his cock driving in and out of Hoseok’s delicious, glorious, perfect hole. Taehyung releases one of Hoseok’s wrists and reaches around to squeeze Hoseok’s cock. His grip is firm, stroking in time with his thrusts.

“Yeah, like that.”

“There you go,” Taehyung murmurs. He moves faster, tightening around the shaft as he feels Hoseok’s cock twitch in his grasp. “Let go, hyung. I’ve got you.”

Taehyung feels Hoseok’s body tighten around him, the muscles in his ass spasming. It takes one last twist of Taehyung’s wrist and Hoseok’s body goes rigid as he spills into Taehyung’s hand with a loud sob of his name.

“Keep going, inside, Tae. It feels so, fuck.” Hoseok looks exhausted, sweaty and slumped into the mattress. The only reason he’s still on his knees is because Taehyung is holding him up.

They’re nearing Hoseok’s threshold for overstimulation. Despite being granted permission to continue, Taehyung focuses on finishing as quickly as possible. He squeezes Hoseok’s ass, giving it a slap that makes it jiggle as he fucks him, trying to avoid direct pressure to his prostate. He’s still holding Hoseok’s cock, and more cum spurts into his hand as he fucks it out of him.

And then the feeling inside of him snaps, the rush of pleasure shooting forward in a current Taehyung couldn’t stop if he tried. He pulls back as he comes with a groan through clenched teeth. When Taehyung pulls out completely, cum trickles from Hoseok’s hole and drips from his balls onto the bed.

“Shit.”

Hoseok rolls onto his back and throws his arms over his head, stretching them out from the uncomfortable position Taehyung had held them in. He squints up at Taehyung, probably trying to get a better look at his face as the candlelight casts flickering shadows across it.

“Tell me again why we haven’t done this before.” Hoseok’s voice is always raspy after sex. It makes Taehyung’s chest tingle.

Taehyung flops down face-first onto the bed beside Hoseok. The fabric muffles his voice when he responds, “Because I’m… stupid? And a criminal?”

Despite how sweaty Taehyung is, Hoseok’s fingers slide along the buzzed hair at the nape of his neck. It tickles, but Taehyung tries his best not to squirm.

“You’re not stupid.”

“But I am a criminal.”

Hoseok snorts. When Taehyung turns his head to peer at Hoseok through one cracked eye, he’s met with a heart-shaped smile.

“I should at least sue you for all you’re worth. All that corporate money,” Hoseok suggests. “What do you think?”

Taehyung’s whole body feels like jelly, but he’s never felt more secure than he does when he’s with Hoseok.

“I was hoping my plan of fucking you multiple times a day was good reparations, actually.”

With a fit of giggles threatening to slip out, Hoseok leans in to give Taehyung a fat kiss on the forehead. And, of course, Taehyung is a goner because he realizes he can be TAEHYUNG, 28, DOM TOP, and still be Hoseok’s little baby.

So maybe he was kind of stupid.

Hoseok says he loves him, anyway.

It’s hot. Like seriously hot. The kind of hot that clings to the small of your back and gathers at the hollow of your throat even after you’ve stumbled away from it, inside to the blissful world of air conditioning and ceiling fans. The kind of hot that drags into the nighttime and bakes entire cities alive. Seoul is experiencing the heat wave from hell and even at half past three in the morning, when the temperature should have mellowed considerably, Taehyung feels like he’s boiling in his own skin. He can hear their AC unit whirring on full blast in the living room, but it’s a deceptive sort of tease because the machine has been broken for days and is only moving around the same hot air that seems to be suffocating the apartment. Even still, most everyone is gathered out there, struggling to find space and a cool spot on the hardwood floor amongst so many other overheated bodies. Jimin had tried to drag him out of their room too, but the thought of enduring all of the warm breath and sticky skin from his members was almost nauseating. He stayed, instead, in his room, still stifled and far too warm, but better able to breathe with only Hoseok to share the air with. The older boy is across the room on his own bed lying face down on top of the blankets and breathing the deep, even breaths of slumber. His skin is slick with sweat and every time their little oscillating fan passes over him his damp hair ruffles slightly. He looks kind of beautiful, Taehyung thinks, all golden from the summer sun and lean from the hours upon hours he spends dancing everyday. He kind of always looks beautiful, Taehyung thinks, but the heat has made his head go a little fuzzy and he thinks tonight, of all the nights he’s spent watching when he shouldn’t, might be the night he finally does something amazingly stupid like stumble across the room and kiss the older boy awake.

Stupid. He tells himself. Stupid. Stupid. He tries to push the thought from his head. He tries to drag his eyes away from the other boys lips where they’re set in a pretty little pout. He tries to close his eyes and ignore the heat seeping into his bones and simmering low in his belly. But before he knows it he’s up and out of his bed and padding across the floor on quiet feet and reaching out a hand to press lightly on Hoseok’s shoulder. And he’s leaning down towards the mouth he’s spent so much time deliberately not thinking about but then there’s a noise. There’s a little snuffling sound from the other room, Seokjin probably, and Taehyung remembers himself. He remembers himself and yanks his hand away from that pretty skin as if he’s been burned and it’s a stupid thing to do really because then Hoseok is blinking awake and staring at Taehyung through slitted eyes, brows furrowed in groggy confusion.

“Taehyungie?” He asks around a yawn. “What are you doing?”

Taehyung struggles to form a response that isn’t you’re really fucking pretty and I kind of want to kiss you really bad.

He struggles to form a response and, in true Kim Taehyung fashion, ends up simply stating the obvious. “It’s hot, hyung. I’m hot.”

Hoseok rolls onto his back with another yawn and rubs an eye with the heel of his hand. “I know. I’m hot too, Tae.”

“I-I’m pretty sure I’m like cooking or something, hyung. It’s so hot.” He whines, and it sounds kind of petulant but it’s all he can manage to grumble out when he notices how low Hoseok’s boxers are sitting on his hips, his dark little happy trail on display for the world.

Hoseok rolls his eyes at the younger boy, but his lips are quirked slightly at the edges with fondness.

“You aren’t cooking Tae. If you’re so hot go sleep out with the others.”

“It’s hot out there too hyung. And Namjoon-hyung snores.” He whines some more.

Hoseok reaches up to flick him lightly on the wrist and offers the younger boy a small smile to ease the hurt. “Yah, so what do you want me to do?”

Kiss me. Kiss me. Kiss me. A slightly more probable idea occurs to Taehyung, and he knows the elder doesn’t miss the way his face lights up so suddenly because he sits up warily.

“Popsicles!”

Hoseok raises an eyebow.

“The corner store down the street always keeps a bunch of those popsicles you like so much!”

“Tae, I’m not walking to get popsicles with you at four am.”

Taheyung pouts. “Please. Please, hyung. It’s so hot, I can’t even sleep.”

Second to kissing, its actually a pretty brilliant idea in Taehyung’s opinion.

“No way, Tae. Not happening. It’s even hotter out there than it is in here.” He shakes his head vehemently.  

Taehyung drops to his knees and leans up against the older boy’s knee, pushing out his bottom lip and looking up at Hoseok with pleading eyes.

“Please hyung. Pretty please.” Hoseok watches him beg with wide eyes and Taehyung sees the moment his resolve crumbles.

“Fine.” Taehyung smiles brilliantly and scrambles to his feet.

They dress quickly, but not in much, just tank tops and the thinnest basketball shorts either of them can find and then they’re out of the door and on the street before anyone can notice. The corner store is close, less than a block away, and it doesn’t take them long to reach it. There’s a kid around their age manning the register, but he doesn’t even bother looking up from his phone when they enter and make a beeline towards the frozen food section. It’s hot, even in the cool air of the shop, and they don’t waste time buying their items and heading back towards home.

However, Taehyung does waste time fumbling with the slippery plastic wrapper on his popsicle. He takes long enough struggling to open it that Hoseok finally just snatches it from his hands and tears it open easily.

“I swear you would be totally hopeless without me.” He shakes his head, holding the popsicle back towards Taehyung.

The younger boy hums in agreement and reaches for his ice cream while simultaneously ducking down to lick at the brightly-colored end. He makes a satisfied sound in the back of his throat, more at the coolness on his tongue than the flavor, and grips the little wooden stick lightly. It’s so cold and so good and he chokes a little while trying to shove as much of it into his mouth as possible. His head jerks up when Hoseok huffs out a little strangled noise, and meets the older boy’s eyes. His gaze is dark and intense and kind of awed and Taehyung can’t think under the pressure of it.

“Hyung?” He asks, unsure.

“I-” Hoseok coughs around the roughness of his own voice. “Um.”

He’s still looking at Taehyung strangely and so the younger boy does the only thing he can think of-he takes his popsicle and swipes it against Hoseok’s cheek. He jerks away from the cold with a yelp and looks at Taehyung like he’s lost his mind.

“What the hell Tae?” He asks incredulously, wiping the little blue line from his cheek.

“I dunno.” Taehyung shrugs. “You were being weird.”

“I was-I was being weird? You’re the one who attacked me with your cold ass ice cream!”

Taehyung only shrugs again. “You can get me back if you wanna.”

And Hoseok does exactly that. He presses the rocket shaped end of his own popsicle to the sensitive skin at the side of Taehyung’s throat, but the other boy doesn’t yelp and jerk away like he expected. Instead he groans low in his throat and leans into the sensation.

“Mhm, feels good.” He mumbles.

When he looks up at Hoseok the older boys is looking at him with an odd expression. At first Taehyung thinks he’s done something strange again but then Hoseok swallows hard and Taehyung thinks he gets it.

“I didn’t wake you up because I wanted popsicles.” He suddenly blurts, hoping against hope that he isn’t wrong. “I woke you up because I wanted to kiss you.”

Hoseok’s eyes widen significantly and color rushes to his cheeks.

“You-do you still…want to?”

“What?” Taheyung asks, because he cannot believe-he really cannot believe any of this.

Hoseok swallows again and licks his lips. Taehyung can’t look away.

“Do you still want to kiss me?”

Taehyung smiles in that funny way of his and takes a step forward. “I sort of always want to kiss you, hyung.”

Hoseok bites at his bottom lip, a nervous tick, and when he speaks his voice is quiet but sure.

“So kiss me.”

And Taehyung-well Taehyung can’t really be blamed for the way he kind of just swoops in. Because he’s been waiting for-months at least. At least. He can’t remember the last time he woke up in the morning without rolling over to look at the older boy and marvel at how fucking beautiful he looked in the warm morning light, hair and skin lit up and glowing golden. But he doesn’t just press and take. He gentles all of the want-the desire, because it’s about more than just the way his blood curls hot in his belly whenever Hoseok rolls his hips smooth and slow in the practice room. It’s about more than just the heady rush of hormones, the way he has to bite down hard to keep Hoseok’s name out of his mouth when he strokes himself quick and hard in the shower. It’s about more than that for him. It’s about the way Hoseok can laugh loud and full, head thrown back and body shaking but its also about the way he can giggle quiet and sweet, body pressed against Taehyung’s as they watch some ridiculous video on his phone at three in the morning. It’s about the way he let’s Taehyung crawl into his bed sometimes when the younger boy either can’t sleep or can’t sleep without having terrible dreams. And he won’t say anything about it, he won’t ask questions, he’ll just hold Taehyung close and rub his back and whisper silly stories about the trouble he and his sister used to get into when they were younger. It’s about the way he’ll let Taehyung talk and talk and talk about the most trivial things like the dog he saw in the park that day or the new flavor at their favorite ice cream parlor and he’ll actually listen and respond with more than just non-committal grunts. It’s-God it’s about so much so he doesn’t just duck in and take.

He goes slow, he presses in with a careful tongue and a hand under Hoseok’s chin to put his mouth at a better angle. He tries to make it as sweet as he can, tries to communicate the mess of emotions that swirl in his chest every time he looks and the other boy. And Hoseok makes this sound, a little soft gasp on the edge of a whimper, and it’s the prettiest fucking sound Taehyung has ever heard and he wants to hear more so he presses in just a little bit further, just a little bit harder. He slips his tongue past Hoseok’s lips and licks into his mouth and just barely, barely bites at his bottom lip and it’s there again: that sound. Taehyung’s control slips just a little more, just the tiniest bit, and he bites harder, drags his tongue against the roof of Hoseok’s mouth and licks over his teeth. Hoseok does whimper this time, soft and beautiful, and Taehyung forgets about his rapidly melting ice cream in favor of using his other hand to drag the boy closer. The press of his body is-its intoxicating and it does something terrible to Taehyung, makes him forget about being gentle, makes him push a warm hand under the hem of Hoseok’s shirt to press against even warmer skin. It makes him move his mouth to the older boys jaw, to his neck, to his shoulder. It makes him nibble and bite, and the sounds Hoseok makes-Taehyung can’t remember why he didn’t do this sooner.  

Hoseok drops his ice cream too, Taehyung hears it hit the pavement with a dull thwack, and so he expects the hand on his shoulder. However, he doesn’t expect it to push him, just slightly but undeniably away.

“God, Tae, we can’t do this.” And Taehyung’s heart drops in his chest because this is why-this is why he never should have- “We can’t do this out here.”

Taehyung’s train of thought stops short on it’s trip to Meltdown City and he blinks at Hoseok.

“What?” He asks eloquently.

“I wanna suck you and I can’t exactly do that on the fucking street, now can I?” Hoseok grits out.

Taehyung’s brain short circuits.

“You-I-what?”

Hoseok rolls his eyes and turns away, tugging the other boy back towards their apartment building. Taehyung’s brain still isn’t really firing on all cylinders so he just follows dumbly, all the way up the stairs and through the foyer towards their bedroom. He might accidentally kick Jimin in the head, but he can’t really bring himself to care becauae Hoseok…Hoseok said…

“What did you say?” He asks when they’re finally in the relative privacy of their bedroom.

Hoseok rounds on him, backing him against the door.

“I said, I want to suck you.”

Taehyung still isn’t sure he’s really understanding. “You mean like-”

“Like with your dick in my mouth, yeah. Is that okay?” He asks, leaning in to bite a mark onto Taehyung’s neck.

Taehyung’s breath stutters in his chest then comes out three times faster.

“Yeah. Yeah that’s okay.” He breathes and then Hoseok is dropping to his knees and fumbling with Taehyung’s shorts, jerking down the elastic waistband and his underwear all in the same motion. He doesn’t even get a moment to think holy shit before Hoseok is swallowing him down.

“Holy fucking-fuck hyung.” He grips hard at the doorknob behind him and tries not to come in three seconds flat. It’s just so much slick heat and pressure and he can’t-he can already feel his thighs trembling.

Hoseok pulls away just for a second. “You can come. I like it. I want it.” Then he’s back to licking and sucking and jerking whatever won’t fit in his mouth.

And Taehyung, well he couldn’t stop the orgasm that rips through him if he wanted to. It crashes over him hard, and his vision goes white and he barely maintains the presence of mine to keep standing and not shout with the force of it. It takes him a minute-maybe three-to come back down to earth. When he does his breath is ragged and his belly is still rolling with the aftershocks and he can’t even believe Hoseok actually sucked his actual dick.

Hoseok rolls up onto his feet easily and tucks Taehyung back into his shorts before looking at the younger boy with a filthy grin. Taehyung shakes his head in awe.

“How are you even real?” He mumbles before pulling Hoseok in for another kiss.

He can taste his own come where it lingers on Hoseok’s tongue and it honestly kind of blows his mind. He shoves his hand down the other boy’s shorts without really thinking and caresses a soft hand against his erection.

“You don’t have to.” Hoseok says, but he’s still pushing up into the touch and he’s still kissing back.

“I want to. Wanna see you come.” Hoseok whimpers at that and Taehyung kisses harder and strokes him properly.

“Bet you look so pretty when you come, huh? Bet you look so pretty baby." 

Taehyung doesn’t know where the words come from, but they make Hoseok whine out a gorgeous sound and lean against him so he keeps mumbling the nonsense while thumbing at the leaking head of Hoseok’s cock.

” ’m not-not your baby.“ Hoseok protests but it’s a weak thing and Taehyung fights a smirk.

"But you are, aren’t you? You like it when I call you baby, don’t you? My pretty, pretty baby.”

Hoseok shakes his head but gasps too and let’s out a breathy groan.

“Are you going to come? Is my baby going to come? Let me see you. Come on. Come for me.”

And he does. He does. He comes with his face buried in Taehyung’s neck, panting hard against the warm skin. And that-that fucking blows Taehyung’s mind too. Blows his mind so all he can do is wipe Hoseok’s come on the front of his shirt and tumble them towards the nearest bed. Blows his mind so all he can do is kiss and kiss and kiss until they’re both gasping for breath all over again.

By the time he pulls away Hoseok’s lips are bitten red, his cheeks are pink, and his eyes are bright and just a touch shy. Taehyung can’t believe how pretty he is, and he says so.

“You are so fucking pretty, you know that?”

Hoseok blushes redder but doesn’t look away.

“I like it.” He mumbles it so quietly under his breath that Taehyung isn’t sure he spoke at all.

“Hm?”

“I like it when you call me pretty. Like it when you call me baby too.”

Taehyung smiles and presses a kiss to each of those beautiful high cheekbones.

“Then I’ll keep doing it, yeah?”