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The promotion for YNWA was short due to the fact their world tour is fast approaching and there are still some preparations that they need to tend to. During the promotion, it might have been short but for Hoseok, it was painfully long. Not because he doesn't like meeting his fans during fansigns but because Park Jimin is beyond adorable and ravishing beside him that whenever he feels the urge to kiss those plump lips of his, Hoseok would clench his fist under the table and give himself that inward talk of the year.
As much as he wants to have an alone time with his boyfriend, he couldn't because he knows too well the struggle of being tired and not getting enough sleep. One minute they're in their dorm and soundly asleep on thei beds, bodies beaten down and one minute they're getting their hair and make-up done while drowsing to sleep for another stage to record.
But seriously, in Hoseok's case, it was painfully slow, seeing his boyfriend looking like a total baby boy. Fluffy hair, red cheeks whenever he's flustered— nd he can't wait until he see that look on Jimin while he's writhing beneath him, mouth ajar as he begs the older for more.
While the week-long promotions was ongoing, Hoseok relied on jerking himself in their dorm's bathroom or in the cubicle of the recording stations, thinking of his pink-haired boyfriend. He thinks of those plump lips being swollen as he wraps them around Hoseok's cock, swallowing and licking him.
He needs to take actions on it, specially since it looks like Jimin was taking it easily unlike the elder who's definitely not having an easy time. He was supposed to do it a day after their promotions, to give the other a time to rest, he wasn't really expecting to find himself waking up 15 minutes later after they have arrived from their last fansign and hearing Jimin's heavy breath from across his bed.
He is so wrecked, he might have pretended to not notice Hoseok's heavy and dark gazes on him throughout the week of promotion, but he totally noticed them. And everytime he does so, he just wants to land himself on Hoseok's lap and let him wreck him until he couldn't take it no more. He wants those long and slender fingers buried in him, before he would ride his cock until sunrise. But no, he have to ignore those looks and pretend because he can't look all hot and bothered during fanmeetings, he definitely CAN'T.
That's why he tried to avoid his boyfriend's looks and he's pretty sure that Hoseok thinks he doesn't know about his needs towards him. The last strike for Jimin was when Hoseok was in that uniform, it was definitely his last strike wherein he was seconds away to dragging the elder to the nearest comfort room and let him fuck him senseless. But no, until then, Jimin needed to stay compose.
It was already 10 in the evening when the boys arrived in their dorm since they along with the staff have decided to go out for dinner before going home. The others directly went to their room after wishing each other good night so they could take a bath and give in to sleep.
When the door to their shared-room closed behind them, Jimin half-expected the other to finally give in but—
"I'll go shower first, okay?" Hoseok says before heading to the bathroom without even waiting for his answer.
"What the fuck was that?" Jimin whispered to himself when he heard the water run.
He was just probably tired, he says to himself, and so is he. Hence why, the pink-haired let it drop and silently prepared himself for bed. When he was done showering, Hoseok is already slumped on his bed, wearing nothing but his boxers.
"Good night, hyung." Jimin muttered, not even sure if the elder can hear him. Jimin just chose to lie on his bed, his back turned towards Hoseok, but when drowsiness still didn't get to him 10 minutes later, he silently huffed in annoyance, ruffled his hair and sat up on the bed.
Fuck Jung Hoseok and those looks in his eyes, now he can't think of anything but them. Even the image of his boyfriend in that divine uniform is haunting him everytime he closes his eyes.
He can't imagine ripping those off of him, clawing at it so that he can faintly feel his nails on his skin. He wants to grind his hips against his while Hoseok is wearing that uniform, he—
Great! Jimin thought as he looked down at himself, he's unbelievable hard across his sleeping boyfriend. At that moment, he can only roll his eyes as he leans his head against the wall, his hand travelling south to palm at his growing bulge.
Great, Park Jimin, how cool.
But it's too late, the image of Jung Hoseok fucking him with that uniform clingin unto his body is too much of an idea to bear and Jimin already has a full hard on to tend to himself. Not satisfied with his hand againt the clothe of his boxers, he snaked his hand underneath the clothe, taking his length in his own hand and pumping as slowly as he can.
He bites down hardly on his lips, stopping himself from letting out a moan as he continues to think of his boyfriend doing anything he wants with him. Straighteing his legs on the bed, his heels digging firmly on the mattress, he pumps down hard and fast until he suddenly lets out a low moan— upon realizing what he jsf just done, he stopped on hid actions, waiting and fearing for the guy acrosshim to wake up and move. When Hoseok didn't budge a single muscles, he thought maybe he's too tired to actually hear him.
That's why when he continued with jerking off, he didn't stop himself from letting out a soft moan.
He was about to let himself cum in that way, when his eyes suddenly landed on a certain spot on his bed and an idea came to his mind. Stopping on his movements, Jimin reached out underneath his mattress where a packet of lube is hidden. When he have fished it out, he stumbled out from his boxers, lets himself lean against the wall again. His legs wide open, his cock hard against his stomach snd his breaths are labored, his heart beating erratically against his chest at the idea of fingering himself on the bed across his sleeping boyfriend.
Dripping a copious amount of lube on hi fingers, Jimin brought his hand down to his hole, massaging his entrance softly at first before he slowly sinked a finger inside him. He lets out a gasp, his breathing stopped for a moment before he finally buried his finger inside to the knuckle— and he lets out a quick moan.
He slowly drags his finger out, earning a whimper from himself then he buried it back in again. For the second time he did that, for the third, fourth, fifth and so on and he's still letting out moans and grunts. He was on his second finger, but it frustrates him that he can't hit his own prostate but that didn't make him stop from burying his knuckles in him, not even when he heard a shuffling across from him.
"Jimin?" Hoseok's voice echoed in their room, his eyes hooded and trained on his boyfriend who's unbelievably hard while fucking himself. "Fuck—"
"H-hyung," Jimin stuttered before letting out— finally, a loud moan this time. His cock is twitching as it leaks of precum, his eyes dark and mirroring Hoseok's own as he looks up at him through his lashes. His lips swollen from all his biting, his breath totally heavy and Hoseok is hard, his cock wanting to be set free from his boxers.
"Fuck, Park Jimin, I didn't sign up for this—" Hoseok hissed, his legs ready to bring him to Jimin's bed when the younger shook his head.
"Don't." His voice firm and stern. "Let me do this Hobi-hyung," he added. And Hoseok doesn't know why but he stayed static due to his lover's request, so he stays there, licking his lips as he watches Jimin finger himself while whispering his name. He can feel himself seriously wet and it looks like Jimin is about to cum with his third digit shoved in himself, so Jung Hoseok mustered the non-shaky voice as much as he can while he discard himself of his boxers.
"Jimin, on my bed, now." He says and Jimin obeys, jumping off from his bed and on Hoseok's where he shuffles the elder down, as he climbs on his lap, grinding his hips on Hoseok's. "Fuck, what did you do?" His breath is heavy while taking in the wrecked image of the younger dancer on top of him, grinding down on his hard cock with his own.
"I was thinking of you, hyung and I- I— can i ride you, Hobi-hyung?" And that literally threw the lead dancer offguard, he was not expecting this fluffy human being filled with need to ask him that with a needy whimper escaping his lips. And since Jung Hoseok has no power against it, he can only nod while clamping down on his own lips while taking the small bottle of lube out from the drawer of his bedside table out of Jimin's anothdr request.
"What about lube, Jimin-ah?" He asked, out of breath because this did not definitely went accordingly to what he had in mind. He wanted Jimin under him, not over him as he lather Hoseok's cock with lube, running his small hands up and dow his length before aligning it by his hole so that he can sink it in him.
Oh man, holy shit.
"I want to feel you in me." Jimin breathed out when he have adjusted to Hoseok's length while Hoseok is speechless, his breath caught in his throat.
He couldn't be snapped out of his thoughts, not until Jimin planted his hands on both sides of his chest and started to grind down on him while Hoseok's hands are on either sides of his lover's hips to steady him.
Fuck his plans, right now is about giving in to the boy on top of him, filled with lust and need.
"H-hyung," Jimin stuttered and Hoseok rubbed his hips with his thumbs and nodded at the younger. "You're doing great, baby boy." He assured, and Jimin took that as his chance to lift himself off Hoseok, the drag making his walls ache in pleasure and when he sank back, both of them released a strangled moan.
Jimin lets his head hang, his bangs covering his face as he sinks down on Hoseok over and over again. Wanting to see the face of his lover as he pleasures himself on top of him, he uses his sweaty hand to push his hair back and felt his ete body shiver on the expressions that Jimin is making.
"Ngh— ah, hyung." Jimin bounces, thd bed literally moving under them as he rides Hoseok with much force than before eliciting a beautiful groan from the elder which went straight to Jimin's cock, making it twitch, wanting attention. But he ignored his cock's call, he continued to pull off from Hoseok and sink back in after a second not giving the elder ti breath.
Hoseok noticed this, how beautiful Jimin's cock looks with its precum continously leaking from its tip and dripping down to the base. With a lick of his lips, he took Jimin's length in his hand and smeared he precum on its head before sinking his hand down to the base and back up ahain and down and up. He did this while Jimin pleasures himself, his ears being filled with the beautiful voice of his lover while moaning his name and begging for more when he bucks his hips to meet his thrusts.
What even made everything more intense is the way Jimin furrows his eyebrows when Hoseok hits that spot, the bundle of nerve sending pleasure throughout the younger's body, his mouth ajar and the fast rising of his chest as he catches his breath.
"Hyung , I'm gonna cum— fuck, hyung." Jimin curses, his breath more erratic as he feels the bubbling of warmth inside him.
"Shit," Hoseok muttered as he couldn't take it anymore. Gripping Jimin's hips, he uses force to flip them aroud, finally having Jimin under him. He latches his lips to the younger, drinking in his moans while still being buried in him, he peppers his jaw, his neck with open mouthed kisses, sucking and lickinh leaving marks along the way.
"Cum for me, baby. Be a good boy and cum for me." Hoseok breathed into Jimin's ears, making him shiver since Hoseok's hand is still jerking him off and along with that, he started to move inside him.
And no, he's not playing, he's not being soft.
Hoseok snaps his head forward without any restraint, fucking into Jimin's hole, hitting that same spot that he is so familiar with making the latter roll his eyes in pleasure.
Small and quick sound of moans slipped out from Jimin's lips, Hoseok firmly rocking the bed under them with the intention of breaking it.
"Cum for me, baby boy." Hoseok said, snapping his hips while Jimin just lies there and being a moaning mess becaus— yes, he wanted this.
"I'm— i'm gonna— hngg, hyung." Jimin muttered, he's dizzy and the warmth that finally made it's release, spluttering on Hoseok's hand even made his dizziness worse. "Fuck."
"Yes, baby, fuck." Hoseok said, kissing the tip of Jimin's nose while giving his one final thrust and also reached his own climax, releasing inside his lover. He let himself slump down on the boy under him, his cock still buried inside and not moving as he buries his face on the crook of Jimin's neck.
Both of them catching their own breath, letting everythink sink in and when they finally came down from their high, Hoseok rolled off from Jimin, pulling himself slowly as the cum leaked from his ass hole down to his thighs.
"I'm gonna clean us up," Hoseok murmured in a sweet tone, kissing Jimin's forehead before walking to the bathroom, cleaning himself and coming back with a wet towel for the younger. He silently wiped the cum off from the younger's skin, it was not an awkward silent since there was never an awkward silence in their relationship. It was comfortable with Hoseok smirking and Jimin shaking his head.
"What?" Jimin asked with a raised eyebrow.
"What what?" Hoseok answered, finally finished on his job and throwing the towel on the floor before he climbs on the bed with Jimin, covering themselvs with Jimin's blanket because his is smeared with their own cums.
"You're smirking." Jimin's head lying over Hoseok's chest as he wraps his arm over the elder's torso.
Hoseok chuckled, Jimin loves it. "It was just— it was just you have never been that bold before." And it's true, it has always been Hoseok to be the one who initiates those things.
Jimin can only scoff at that. "So what? I'm pretty sure you loved it, besides if it wasn't for you throwing those deep gazes I wouldn't have been so high of the thought of you in that uniform." Upon hearing that, Hoseok let out his usual sunshine laugh.
"So you noticed that and you have a uniform kink. Wah, Park Jimin, you're being full of surprises this time."
"I know. Shut up and sleep."
"Hm, and oh I loved it. And I love you." Hoseok muttered against his boyfriend's bubblegum hair, a smile plastered on his lips because boyfriend or not, everyone is whipped for Park Jimin and he's even worried about that.
"I love you, hyung."
The next morning, while the couple who had a beautiful escapade at night plays with each other's hairs— the people beside them that resides the dorm is in chaos.
"Jeon Jeongguk! Where the fuck was the headphones that you borrowed from me last time?" Taehyung's deep voice echoed around the dorm, bouncing of its walls. "I'm taking them back now because I can't survive another night hearing the needy moans of my bestfriend from the other room. As in right this instant!"