“And where do you think you’re going?” Yoongi’s deep voice startles Hoseok a little as he tugs his thin, grey cotton shirt down his stomach, straightening it out, before turning to glance at the locker room door, damp hair flinging a few water droplets around. The older man walks towards him, and Hoseok snorts when he stops a few feet away, raising an eyebrow when Hoseok continues to get dressed.
“I asked you a question, Jung.”
“Home, where else?” Hoseok’s response is clipped as he gathers his stuff from his locker, pocketing his phone and wallet, checking his jacket pocket to make sure the keys to his small apartment are in there.
“You really have a skewed view of me, don’t you, Jung?” Yoongi chuckles darkly, leaning back against a locker. “Do you think I’m going to let you leave on time after you showed up an hour late three days in a row?”
Hoseok frowns, halting in his movements to shrug on his jackets, “What do you mean?”
“I mean exactly what it sounds like. Change back in your work clothes, it’s not time for home yet.”
“Yoongi,” Hoseok’s grits the name out roughly, “you know why I was late. I ended my shift fifteen minutes ago, and I’m not going back out on the floor.”
“Good for you, then, ‘cause you don’t have to,” Yoongi smiles, wide and fake. “You’ve got a private for the next two hours.”
Hoseok’s temper flares as he slams his locker shuts, using their meager height differ and the heels on his boots to tower over the older man, “I don’t fucking do privates, Yoongi. I told you this two weeks ago, I’m not taking anymore privates.”
“Tough luck, because I’m giving you a private, got it, Jung? Now, get back in those leather pants and make your way to room 304, it’s a two-hour time slot.”
Yoongi turns, ready to walk away, before twisting his upper body to glance back at Hoseok, standing there seething with his fists clenched, “Don’t worry, I’ve picked out a pretty one for you.”
When Hoseok’s eyebrows furrow, Yoongi laughs, “One of Joon’s new recruits. Kid’s turned 19 today, and the gang thought it’d be great to christen him by bringing him here before taking him to get drunk. Get dressed and meet him in the room; don’t make him wait too long.”
Hoseok’s glare deepens at that, “A fucking kid, Min? You’re telling me to stay late to please a fucking kid?”
Yoongi’s smirk is mocking, “Take care of him, well, hm? You’ll be his first.”
“I’m not doing it,” Hoseok shakes his head. “You can take care of him if you want to or get Jimin to, I don’t fucking care. I’m not doing it.”
“Think it over again, Hoseok,” Yoongi crosses his arms. “You’ve been paid for already, and you know how handsomely Joon pays for his kids to be serviced. You need the money don’t you?”
Hoseok rubs his face, sighing deeply, before turning around to open his locker and slipping off his jacket, “Fine, but I’m not bottoming for a 19-year old.”
“Good choice,” Yoongi says with a laugh. “Room’s been stocked with toys too. All your favourites. Go wild!”
The kid’s not what he’s expecting, Hoseok thinks after he locks the room door just in case, and turns to lean against the door, watching the boy sitting on the large canopy bed, twiddling his thumbs. He looks up when Hoseok doesn’t say anything, appearing a little nervous and ducking his head once he realizes Hoseok’s staring at him.
The kid is actually just that…a kid, is Hoseok’s new thought as he straightens up, watching the younger glance at him once more when he starts to walk towards the bed.
“Turned 19 today?” Hoseok asks in a clipped voice, stopping a few steps away from the wooden bed, taking in the boy’s ink black, silky hair and his clothes – a plain black shirt that stretches across his frame nicely and dark jeans. There’s a red and black varsity jacket that rests across his lap, and Hoseok catches a glimpse of a name at the back of it.
The boy looks up, with a slightly hesitant expression, murmuring out a soft, “Yeah, I did.”
He’s got large black eyes, a slightly wide nose, and front teeth that jut out a little, and Hoseok realizes Yoongi was right when he was praising the boy’s looks.
“Did you know they were going to bring you here?” Hoseok asks, stepping away from the bed and opening the drawers of the side table beside the bed, pulling out a bottle of lube and several condoms.
“Yeah,” the boy’s reply is quiet, and Hoseok can sense him watching as he closes the drawer, standing up straight again. He turns to toss the items over onto the bed beside the kid, before bending down to pull out a box from under the bed, pulling out a few items and placing them on the bed as well.
“Did you ask them to?”
The boy’s gaze drifts from the items back up to him, and Hoseok raises an eyebrow when the boy continues to stare.
Hoseok sighs, shaking his head, “Never mind. Name?”
Hoseok stares down at the younger boy sitting in bed staring down at the items placed in front of him, before clearing his throat, “Since formalities might make this a little awkward, just Hoseok or hyung will be fine.”
The boy nods, a little eagerly, and Hoseok takes a deep breath, picking up the anal plug and tossing it at him along with a condom and a lube bottle, “Alright, then, why don’t you strip down, get yourself prepped and show me what I’m working with?”
The boy’s cheeks flush a little, and he reaches forward to take the items in his hand, depositing the condom in his lap before lifting up the plug, “What should I do with this?”
Hoseok blinks a few times, before asking, “Excuse me?”
Jungkook stutters, “I, u-uh, I’ve n-never used this.”
“Oh god,” Hoseok brings up a hand to run through his hair, “Are you serious?”
Jungkook looks back at him, nodding before looking away.
“You don’t know what this is?” Hoseok holds up the plug, waving it around in front of him, an incredulous eyebrow raised. “And so I’m just guessing you haven’t ever fingered yourself, either?”
“No.” Jungkook’s response is meek, staring down at the faded white and blue bedsheet of the bed he sits on.
“Wow,” Hoseok murmurs, letting out a puff of air, before looking Jungkook up and down, “what kind of 19-year-olds haven’t been fingered even once?”
The boy’s eyes flash darkly as he looks up at Hoseok with a glare, “Maybe the kind that aren’t whores?”
Hoseok lets out a laugh, “Fair enough. Have you ever touched yourself, then?”
He watches Jungkook’s ear turns a little red, before he nods a little too vigorously, “I have.”
“Um, no. I’m not really allowed on that computer.”
“Right, okay. Ever been touched by someone else, then?”
Jungkook nods once again, electing to not speak, and Hoseok smirks, putting a knee on the mattress before settling himself down on it.
“Blowjob or handjob?”
The boy looks up, murmuring soft enough for Hoseok to have to strain to hear, “Um, a blowjob.”
“Nice,” Hoseok laughs, nodding his head, gathering the things on the bed and depositing them on the table. “I can work with that, I guess.”
“Okay,” Jungkook replies, unsure of what to say exactly.
“Got good stamina?” Hoseok asks, and Jungkook frowns, wondering why it feels more like an interview than what it was supposed to be.
“I’m 19,” he answers cheekily.
He watches the elder roll his eyes, “Yeah, I got that bit. Have you ever jacked off more than once in a row?”
“Yeah, sometimes,” Jungkook twists his body to glance at Hoseok standing by the side table, rotating something in his hand.
“You want to try a cock ring?” The elder turns around suddenly, holding up a circular object between his index finger and his thumb.
“Your first orgasm will be dry, which can either feel intense or painful” Hoseok informs him, placing the ring back on the table, before sliding the box from under the bed back out and putting a few things back inside, “but your second will be much stronger. I don’t know if you’ll be able to hold yourself back an entire round, especially because I need to properly stretch you before we try anything. The plug will have to stay for that, and it can be quite stimulating if you ask me.”
“How systematic,” the younger boy mutters, making Hoseok chuckle. “Are you normally like this with everyone?”
“Not everyone,” Hoseok grins. “But your hyung’s paying me better than most to take care of you. Just giving you your money’s worth of service.”
Jungkook snorts, “I see.”
“So, now what?” Jungkook asks as Hoseok stands there, staring down at him, and looking deep in thought.
“Let’s just start with step one to avoid things being awkward,” Hoseok mutters, settling himself onto the bed, behind Jungkook, sitting up against the headboard. “We’ve got enough time, don’t we?”
Jungkook turns around, scooting a little further away from him, looking a little confused, “What do you mean?”
“Come here,” Hoseok says simply, patting his thighs before crooking a finger in Jungkook’s direction in a ‘come hither’ gesture.
“Um, you want me to come sit in your lap?” The boy looks downright confused. “I’m not really here to sit in someone’s lap. That’s not what you’re getting paid for.”
“I know perfectly well what I’m getting paid for,” Hoseok glares. “Now come here, before I have to make you.”
Jungkook huffs, making him way forward before straddling the elder, and letting out a small squeak when large hands come to curve around his ass, squeezing roughly. Hoseok tilts his head up, mouth by Jungkook’s ear, “Just so you know kid, I don’t do soft sex – first time or not, got it?”
“I know,” Jungkook replies quietly, voice lowering when he realizes how close their faces are, close enough for him to see a few acne scars on the older boy’s face. “I asked for it.”
“You asked for it?” Hoseok raises an eyebrow, pulling his face away to get a good look at the younger’s face.
“I told that man, the short one? Mint hair with a permanently resting bitch face? I told him I didn’t want to be babied.”
Hoseok takes a deep breath, eyes closing as he wonders if he’s miscalculated everything, before replying, “Good, then. I hope you’re used to a bit of pain.”
Jungkook grins in response, hands moving off Hoseok’s shoulders to lift up the left edge of his shirt, and then points at a rather large scar several inches long on the side of his stomach, “That’s a stab wound. Some fucker tried to steal from me, but I didn’t get away in time. I know pain inside and out.”
Hoseok chuckles, tracing the faded mark with the tips of his fingers, “I guess I didn’t really expect any less from one of Joon’s kids.”
Jungkook shifts his face lower, trembling lips centimeters away from Hoseok’s, feeling the way the room feels a little charged.
“Ready?” Hoseok murmurs, moving a little to get himself better settled against the headboard, before resting his hands against Jungkook’s hips. The younger boy whispers a ‘yes’ in response, and Hoseok pulls him down by the hips until he’s resting completely in Hoseok’s lap, butt against Hoseok’s crotch and legs bent at the knee.
He looks straight ahead into the boy’s eyes, before taking a hint as Jungkook lets his flutter close, and pressed his lips forward against strawberry red ones. He pulls back a second later, without letting Jungkook respond, and watches the way the younger boy’s eyes snap open in disappointment, “Why did you stop?”
“Hush,” Hoseok responds. “Happy birthday.”
Jungkook laughs, eyes crinkling, and at that moment Hoseok dives back in for real, smiling into the kiss when he catches Jungkook by surprise, the younger’s mouth open without any coaxing necessary.
He slides his tongue into the younger boy’s mouth gently, not wanting to startle him, and it surprises him when Jungkook responds with his own tongue, hands coming out to steady himself on Hoseok’s shoulder’s. Hoseok lets his tongue roam around, exploring slowly the younger boy’s warm mouth that tastes sweet, a hint of chocolate cake on his tongue.
He licks his way around, coaxing a small moan out of Jungkook when he tangles their tongues together and then breaks away to lick the roof of his mouth. Hoseok pulls apart first, marvelling at the boy’s lungs, enjoying the sound of the younger panting into his ear. He kisses his way down Jungkook’s throat, pressing a firm kiss when he feels the younger’s Adam’s apple bob under the lips, and continues his trek across the younger’s neck, suckling at the junction between his shoulder and his neck.
He pulls away, watching Jungkook look at him with darkened eyes, before the younger mimics his movement, and trails his mouth down his throat as well, but instead of kissing his way across Hoseok’s neck, he traces his way back up using his tongue, leaving a damp trail, before pressing a kiss to the underside of Hoseok’s chin.
Their lips collide once again, naturally, and Hoseok slows the kiss down a little, sucking on the younger’s bottom lip as his hands starts to roam, tracing the curve of the younger’s back softly, before making their way under Jungkook’s shirt. He enjoys the way Jungkook lets out a shuddering breath against his lips, the hands on his shoulders tightening when he slips cold hands underneath the younger’s shirt and traces his way up Jungkook’s back. He switches directions, bringing his hands up to the front, and dragging blunt nails up Jungkook’s stomach, stopping at his nipples and pulling the buds in between his index finger and thumb.
Jungkook breaks away, at that, moaning with his face buried into Hoseok’s shoulder as he plays with the younger’s nipples, the movements of his hands and the cold air making its way up his shirt making the little buds perk up. Hoseok pulls his hands away, letting the front of the shirt settle back against Jungkook’s body, and stares down at the way his nipples become visible past the material of the shirt.
“Sensitive?” he whispers when Jungkook pulls his head away from Hoseok’s neck, and grins when the boy nods.
“Just a little.”
Jungkook feels something flare inside him when Hoseok chuckles deeply in his ear, voice sounds husky, and he presses his lips against the elder’s neck, kissing his way across Hoseok’s shoulder and letting his hands find their way underneath his shirt.
He trails his fingers across Hoseok’s stomach like the elder had been doing to him, before suckling onto to the skin over Hoseok’s collarbones, biting softly, before letting his tongue lap at it. When the elder hums appreciatively, he repeats his movements, nosing at the neck of the Hoseok’s shirt while calloused hands rub at his back, slipping lower towards his butt, squeezing softly.
He lets out a moan at the action, warm breath tickling the elder’s skin, and watching the way small goosebumps break out over the small area. Smiling, he grinds down against the material of Hoseok’s jeans, chuckling slightly when the elder lets out a small groan before repeating the movements.
Hoseok’s hips rut up against his too, and Jungkook holds himself steady using the other’s shoulder, to create a rhythm, letting out a soft groan.
“O-oh,” a moan falls from his lips when a particular twist of Hoseok’s hips create friction against a sweet spot and his hands slip from the elder’s shoulders to his biceps. Hands on his hips come out to steady him, momentarily pausing their grinding against each other, and Hoseok’s voice whispers in his ear, “Gonna come like this sweetheart?”
“N-no,” Jungkook stammers out, grinding back against the elder’s readily forming hard-on to prove a point, but when he lets out a particularly high pitched moan, Hoseok stills him. He whines unabashedly at the loss of contact, letting out a small groan when Hoseok growls “stop” in his ear.
“Take off your shirt,” the elder’s voice is commanding, and Jungkook rushes with trembling fingers to pull the material off himself. The cold breeze that hits him makes him shudder, until Hoseok pulls him closer and into his chest, joining their lips once again. He lets the elder kiss him long enough to have them both moaning in sync, small pants escaping their lips as they break apart for a few seconds before resuming again.
He moves his hips a little, Hoseok curling a hand around his waist tightly as a warning sign when he tries to rut against his crotch again. Jungkook groans, trying to create some friction, but when the elder stops him again, he settles for nestling himself in Hoseok’s lap, their front pressed together tight enough for him to feel the little tent in Hoseok’s jeans.
Hoseok breaks away from his lips to suck at his nipples, left hand giving attention to the one not in his mouth, while the right stays around Jungkook’s hips. He reduces the younger into a moaning mess, his breaths coming out in shudders, particularly when Hoseok grazes his front teeth against he little nub, tongue peeking out of his mouth to lick at it after.
Jungkook tugs at the edge of his shirt, adjusting his position a little, knees no doubt hurting a little from the constant straddling position. Hoseok tugs his cotton tee off, watching the way the younger’s eyes swoop over his chest, fingers tracing the visible lines of his abs. He takes the moment to admire the younger’s upper body as well, leaning forward to press small kisses against the younger’s slightly visible six-pack, before biting at it.
Jungkook giggles at the action funnily enough, and Hoseok smiles to himself, looking up at Jungkook with surprised eyes, “Wanna switch positions? Your knees must hurt,”
The younger boy nods eagerly, letting Hoseok roll them around and then slipping down a little until his head rests against the pillow. Leaning up, he captures the elder’s lips once again, fingers carding through Hoseok’s hair before moving down to graze across his back and then chest. He plays with Hoseok’s nipples just as the elder had done to him, a little disappointed when Hoseok doesn’t respond as enthusiastically.
He brings up a hand to palm at Hoseok crotch, grinning when Hoseok groans into his mouth and pulls away to curse, “Fuck.”
Hoseok pins his hands down beside his body after, and Jungkook complains, body twisting around to escape that hold, as he whines “Hyung!”
“Shush,” Hoseok tells him with a grin before moving down on his body, “you’re not getting paid to pleasure me, got it?”
Jungkook opens his mouth to protest once Hoseok lets his hands go, leaning up on his elbows, but stops short when Hoseok throws a grin his way and pressed a kiss to the front of his jeans. He bites his lips, watching the elder mouth at the front of his jeans, putting slight pressure on it.
Hoseok looks up just in time to see Jungkook throw his head back, eyes closing as he lets out a moan, elbows giving out. His eyes darken, and he crawls back up to press a dizzying kiss against the younger’s lips, claiming his mouth and coaxing out groans and litanies of his name.
“Hyung,” Jungkook whines, voice going higher at the end, before he presses a hand against Hoseok’s chest. “Breathe. I need to breathe.”
Hoseok chuckles, pulling away, before whispering in his ear, “Breathe through your nose.”
Jungkook laughs, even as Hoseok’s lips descend down to his neck, and he moves his head to give him more access. His hands move to circle around Hoseok’s hips, and when the elder stalls for too long, he grinds up, grinning when Hoseok’s jumps a little, surprised.
“You were taking too long and we don’t have all day,” he says simply, watching the way Hoseok huffs, before moving back down, hands working quickly to unbuckle his belt and unzip his jeans.
He watches carefully, the way the elder pulls his jeans off in a few tugs, the tight material clinging to his legs before it gets tossed in the corner of the room. Glancing up at him, Hoseok’s eyes meet his, looking for something.
“Ready?” The elder asks instead, and Jungkook nods, eagerly.
Hoseok spreads his legs apart, settling between them on his stomach comfortably, looking up to check whether Jungkook’s watching them. He smiles satisfied when the younger’s eyes don’t drift away from him, and he smirks, pressing lips against Jungkook’s boxers. His hips stutter, and he lets out a soft moan, when Hoseok’s tongue darts out.
“Hurry up,” Jungkook frowns when Hoseok moves up again, before feeling the elder’s hand make harsh contact with his ass as his boxers are removed.
“Patience, kid, patience.”
“Don’t call me kid with your face between my legs and your mouth on my dick,” Jungkook growls out, pressing his thighs tightly around Hoseok’s face.
“Fine, got it, got it,” Hoseok rolls his eyes, spreading his legs apart again, before he sits up. “Actually, let’s get that plug in you first.”
Jungkook wails a little, when Hoseok reaches across him, and grabs it along with a bottle of lube and a pillow. Settling the pillow underneath his hips, he grins up at the younger boy, smiling widely, “Ready, Jungkookie?”
“I fucking hate you so much,” comes the response, extracting a chuckle out of him.
“This might feel weird,” Hoseok chirps back. “But suck it up. Both literally and figuratively, got it?”
“Oh fuck,” Jungkook curses when a cold finger presses against his entrance, and he squirms uncomfortably when Hoseok tries to push through. He presses his lips together as the elder pushes in and out with a single finger, slowly adjusting to the unpleasant feeling.
“Good?” Hoseok asks after a while, and Jungkook hears the sound of the cap being popped off, before he nods, humming a little, moving his hips down onto Hoseok’s finger.
“’Kay, the second one goes in now,” Hoseok’s voice sounds closer than it did earlier, and simultaneously multiple things happens.
Jungkook opens his eyes right as Hoseok presses a second finger into his hole and captures his mouth into a kiss. He lets out a noise of discomfort when Hoseok tries push through his second finger, but the elder swallows up all his sounds, his free hand carding through Jungkook’s hair gently, and the younger realizes that he’s trying to distract him.
He lets go a little, loosening up as Hoseok’s finger presses in deeper, and allows himself to be distracted, focusing on the feeling of the elder’s lips on him, roaming his fingers across his chest. It stings and burns a little when Hoseok starts to move his fingers apart, scissoring him, but he loses himself to the sensation of the elder sucking on his tongue, moving his unoccupied hand from Jungkook hair to his nipples, pinching and twisting, drawing out a soft moan from the younger’s lips.
Feeling Jungkook become sufficiently looser, Hoseok breaks away the kiss, hands coming up to wipe at his spit slick lips as he watches Jungkook’s slowly open his eyes. He raises an eyebrow as he glances at the red tint on the back of his hand, “Are you wearing lipstick?”
“No,” Jungkook protests vehemently, shaking his head. “It’s just lip balm, I swear.”
When Hoseok’s eyebrow doesn’t go down, Jungkook scowls, “It’s really just lip balm, I swear. Strawberry. I can show you.”
Hoseok bends down then, presses their lips together and swiping his tongue across Jungkook’s lips, before making a soft noise, “So, that’s what the fruity taste was all about.”
Jungkook’s mouth drops opens at his nonchalant attitude, especially when he moves back down, grabbing the lube once more, “Ready for a third finger?”
“You’ve got to be kidding me. It’s not over?”
“Not in the slightest,” comes the response, before Hoseok pushes down at his chest, and presses two fingers into him slowly, the third resting at the rim. “You think I’ll fit inside you when you can barely take in two fingers?”
Jungkook groans, “Just go at it.”
“Hey, at least your first time’s with someone who’s taking time to prep you, you know,” Hoseok doesn’t glance up at him as he presses in a third finger, creases lining his forehead.
Jungkook stares at him, slowly feeling the pain slide away, become more used to the third finger, especially with the elder peppering his thighs with kisses. He leans up to watch Hoseok, hearing the obscene sound of wet fingers, squelching in and out of him, while Hoseok nuzzles the inside of his right leg.
“Was your first time bad?” Jungkook asks quietly.
“Oh, it was plenty bad,” Hoseok responds, warm breath tickling the skin of his inner thighs, not meeting his gaze before pushing against his hips a little. “Slide back up for me a little, sweetheart?”
Jungkook shifts up, wondering if he should ask, “Why?”
“Huh?” Hoseok glances up at him, before shrugging, “just the way things are sometimes. I was way too young with no clue how any of this worked.”
“If I ask you how young you were, will it make things awkward or weird?”
“It might,” Hoseok smiles up at him. “So, let’s not. Gonna try something now.”
“Okay,” Jungkook nods, liking his new position, being able to see Hoseok without having to lean up on his elbows.
Hoseok pushes into him with three fingers slowly, watching his face for signs of discomfort, and when pleased, he starts to move them in and out uniformly. After a few seconds, he twists the fingers around, curling them, the tips pressing inside him.
Jungkooks eyebrows furrow despite enjoying the feeling of fullness, “What are you doing?”
He squirms a little, stopping when a pleasurable sensation courses through him, and he lets out a shuddering moan, “Oh, that felt good.”
“Do that again,” Hoseok instructs, a gentle hand resting on his hips, and he squirms, stopping when he feels it again. “’Atta boy.”
Hoseok’s fingers stroke that spot a few times, the elder smiling widely as he watches Jungkook’s toes curl and body arch, particularly when he lets out a breathy moan, sounding a little wrecked, “Hyung, don’t stop. Don’t stop don’tstop. I’m so close. Hyung, I’m so close.”
Jungkook’s fingers tug at his reddened cock, now lying against his stomach, fully erect, but a few strokes later, Hoseok stops, pulling his wet fingers out, wiping them against the younger’s skin, laughing when Jungkook whines and spreads his legs wider, hand moving faster over his cock, “Do that again, please!”
“Don’t be impatient,” Hoseok reaches up to tangle their tongues together, one hand hastily wiping at the small tear that slips, while the other stills Jungkook’s other hand, gently prying his finger away even as he moans. “Let’s get you used to the feeling to being stretched out first, hm?”
Jungkook complains, “I was so close.”
“You’ll thank me later,” Hoseok rolls his eyes, grabbing the butt plug and a condom, slipping it onto the toy, before reaching for the lube. “Loosen up your muscles, okay?”
Jungkook nods, watching Hoseok lather it up, before insert two fingers inside of him, hand going through the motions of scissoring and then insert the plug inside of him.
Hoseok grabs the remote then, throwing a devilish grin towards Jungkook, before turning it on.
“Oh shit,” Jungkook’s hips jump at when the thing starts to vibrate inside of him. “Oh god that feels good.”
Hoseok hums in response, turning the setting lower, grinning when Jungkook whines a little.
“Can you turn it up?”
Jungkook unbuckles Hoseok’s belt as the elder starts to trace his scar, unzipping his jeans as well. Hoseok lets out a soft sigh of relief, but doesn’t move to tug them off, instead, leaning down to press his lips against the scar, trailing down the length of it. He doesn’t stop at the edge of it however, moving further down before pressing a kiss to Jungkook’s erection, trailing a tongue from the base of it to the top.
“Hyung,” the younger’s voice is strained, hips jumping up when Hoseok presses another kiss to the tip of his cock. “Hoseok hyung, please.”
Hoseok shifts up a little, the younger’s whimpering spurring him on, and he pulls Jungkook’s cock in his hand, giving it a few firm stroke, watching the drops of pre-cum leak from the tip, using them to make the slide a little smoother.
He watches Jungkook let out breathless pants, eyes firmly closed as his head turns to the side, pressing into the pillow. His pace increases a little, watching how Jungkook’s hips thrusts up into his hand, before he lets go. Before Jungkook can complain about the loss of contact, he engulfs him in his mouth, looking up at the younger through his lashes, enjoying the way the boy’s eyes snap open and he looks down at Hoseok with slightly teary eyes.
Pressing his hands down against Jungkook’s hips to prevent them from snapping up and gagging him, Hoseok starts to bob his head, looking back up to make eye contact with Jungkook again.
Jungkook sucks in a deep breath, when Hoseok licks the underside of his erection, making him moan loudly. The elder hollows out his lips, moving his head up and down faster along the younger boy’s cock, a bit of spit leaking down the side, smoothening the slide a little. He sucks lightly at the tip, before lapping at the tip with his tongue. Pre-cum leaks from it the more Hoseok tongues at the slit, and when he pulls off, Jungkook groans a little.
He slides his hand up and down a few times, smiling when Jungkook’s voice breaks a little as he moans out Hoseok’s name, and descends back down when the younger presses his arm into his eyes, looking wrecked.
He lets himself go all the down this time, slapping Jungkook’s ass when the boy starts to thrusts up, gagging him a little. His hands hold the younger boy down, as he hollows his mouth and moves up and down, nose touching Jungkook’s pelvis. He starts to hum around the younger’s cock, causing vibrations, and when Jungkook cries out his name once again, he knows the younger is extremely close.
Hoseok starts to move up and down faster, listening to the way Jungkook’s moans come out faster, before reaching for the remote nearby and turning it up several degrees. Jungkook explodes in his mouth with a scream, and he swallows what he can, still moving up and down as the younger boy’s body goes through the aftershocks, and he milks his dry.
When Jungkook makes a noise of discomfort, seemingly trying to pull away from him, Hoseok picks up on the hint, pulling off with a pop, wiping at the corners of his mouth and licking his hand clean like a kitten. He looks down to find Jungkook staring at him with darkened eyes, and he raises an eyebrow, “Wanna taste yourself?”
Jungkook looks a little surprised at the question, before he stretches out a hand, not trusting himself to speak, and Hoseok leans down to press their lips together. The younger licks his lips and mouth clean, and Hoseok lets him explore independently, only moving his lips in response.
“Good?” Hoseok asks, moving off to grab a few tissues and tossing some at Jungkook.
The younger nods, blinking up at Hoseok, taking the tissues offered and wiping himself off. Hoseok picks up the waste basket and offers it to him as he sits up and deposits the tissues inside.
“Now what?” Jungkook asks, voice a little hoarse, sitting up, rocking back on the plug a little as it continues to vibrate inside of him.
“I’ll be back,” Hoseok replies, tossing the remote at Jungkook, who catches it with a bit of fumbling. “You have fun with that, but try not to cum.”
“Where are you going?” Jungkook asks, frowning when Hoseok chucks of his pants, heading to what he assumes is the bathroom.
“Gotta take care of my problem, too,” Hoseok says, turning around, and Jungkook gaze drops to his front, blushing before looking away. “I won’t be long. Five minute tops.”
“I can help you,” Jungkook replies, making Hoseok pause. “You don’t have to do it yourself.”
“It’ll be faster if I do it myself,” Hoseok reasons. “It’s fine.”
“Are you calling me unattractive?”
The elder laughs, “I’m calling you unexperienced. Have you touched anyone apart from yourself?”
Jungkook nods, “I have. Really, I’m good.”
Hoseok stares him down for a few seconds, “Don’t knock it till you’ve tried it, huh?”
Jungkook laughs, beckoning him forward, “Can you, uh…”
The elder tilts his head at his hand gestures, “Why don’t you try using your words, love?”
Jungkook glares up, before standing up, and Hoseok realizes with a start that the kid’s a little taller than him in real life. He lets himself be shoved on the bed, sliding up the bed, when Jungkook crawls forward, letting out a small moan, before grabbing the remote and lowering the setting.
Jungkook tugs at his underwear, pulling them off, frowning a little when it gets tangled in Hoseok’s feet, “Don’t rush me, got it?”
“Sir, yes sir,” Hoseok mock salutes, before smiling at Jungkook tauntingly.
Jungkook’s hand are soft as they trail across his stomach, reaching for but not quite touching his erection and Hoseok groans at the feeling of the most fleeting of touches. He growls, “What are you doing, kid?”
Jungkook’s smirk is wicked, and Hoseok’s lets out a guttural moan, when the younger boy’s expression changing into an innocent smile, and he presses a small kiss to the tip of Hoseok’s cock, “What do you mean, hyung?”
“Get on it with it, before I pin you down and fuck your mouth,” Hoseok holds back a groan when hands wrap around him, but don’t move.
“I might like that,” Jungkook responds, tilting his head contemplatively at Hoseok as he starts to move his hand up and down slowly, thumb pressing into the slit. “But you won’t actually do that.”
Hoseok curses, grabbing Jungkook’s shoulders and flipping them over, before leaning down to kiss him fiercely, fire on his tongue which Jungkook eagerly responds to. When he grinds down against Jungkook, their cocks touching, Jungkook moves to wrap his legs around Hoseok’s waist, rutting up into him.
“I would actually,” Hoseok responds, biting at Jungkook’s lower lip and tugging harshly. “Don’t think you know me ‘cause I’m being nice to you, right now. I’m getting paid to do that, got it?”
Jungkook looks the slightest bit afraid at the statement, eyes widening when the intensity of Hoseok’s glare and the seriousness of his expression reach across to him. He schools his features, nevertheless, “Then, do it. I wasn’t kidding when I said I might like it.”
Hoseok curses, eyes darkening, pupils blown wide with lust, “You’d like that, huh?”
Jungkook hums, rolling them over, and straddling Hoseok, leaning down to press his lips against the elder’s before moving down, and taking Hoseok’s swollen erection in his mouth, bobbing his head up and down as far as he can go without choking. He pulls off, using his hands to spread around the pre-cum that leaks from the tip, and giving is a few good strokes from the base to the tip. He glances up to see Hoseok watching him, and makes a show of licking the tip, swirling his tongue around.
He grins arounds Hoseok when the elder moans, cursing after, and descends until the tip of Hoseok’s dick touches the back of his mouth. He pulls off sharply, coughing a little, eyes stinging, and the elder chuckles a little at his reaction.
“Not so easy, is it?” Hoseok’s voice sounds strained, and that spurs Jungkook to wrap his lips around his dick again, hollowing his mouth like he’d seen Hoseok do before humming and he moves up and down, not going too far. A trail of spit leaks and he uses his hand to stroke what he can’t fit in his mouth, listening to the way Hoseok moans out his name.
“Fuck, Jungkook, fuck, I’m close,” the elder announces in a hoarse voice. “Pull off before this gets messy.”
Hoseok groans when Jungkook doesn’t listen, taking him deeper each time. He puts a hand on Jungkook’s shoulder, the boy stilling, looking up at him curiously, before he starts to thrust up. Jungkook seems surprised, before quickly catching on, and hollowing out his mouth. Hoseok moves his hand to the younger boy’s hair, stilling his head where it is, before he starts to fuck his mouth, trying to not be too rough, particularly when the younger boy groans and his hands come out to push against the elder’s hips.
“Hands, Jungkook, hands,” Hoseok cries out, as his hips snap up, “Gonna cum down your throat otherwise.”
Jungkook’s quick on the uptake, pulling away, before wrapping a hand around Hoseok’s erection and stroking it firmly. Hoseok’s hand joins him seconds later, the sensation from their combined efforts making the elder arch up before he releases, letting out a shuddering moan that sounds like a strange mix of Jungkook’s name and curses.
Jungkook continues to milk him through his orgasm, even as Hoseok’s own hand stops, losing its rhythm, and only when the elder lets out a soft “stop” does Jungkook pull his hand off.
He moves back up, noticing the fact that he’s already half-hard again, smiling when Hoseok opens his eyes to stare up at him, body turning to the side a little.
“Good?” He asks with a wide grin, repeating the elder’s earlier words, and he feels relief bubble through him when Hoseok chuckles, pulling him down for a mouthy kiss.
Reaching for the remote, Hoseok turns it up a little, grinning when Jungkook jumps a little, knees giving out on him as he falls onto Hoseok, letting out a soft curse.
“Give me a second,” Hoseok mutters, wrapping a hand around Jungkook’s waist before shifting him to his right. He reaches across for more tissues wiping himself down, and catching the few bits that seem to have landed on Jungkook as well.
He moves to sit upright, breathing out a little heavily before standing up and depositing them into the waste basket.
Jungkook watches him come back, turning to point at the circular object on the side table, eyes closing and hips starting to rock back down on the anal plug. Hoseok turns the speed up, before Jungkook can say anything, and he watches the way the younger boy stutters as his thrusts into mid air become a bit faster, “Th-that thing…I thought w-we, oh fuck. Shit. There. Right there.”
Turning it down, Hoseok grins down, “What were you saying?”
Jungkook groans loudly at the loss of feeling, glaring at Hoseok, and reaches forward to try to take the remote out of his hands.
“Give it to me!” He cries out, before slumping back in bed when Hoseok holds it away from him.
“What were you saying?” Hoseok repeats again, edging closer to Jungkook on his knees after the younger settles down.
“That thing,” Jungkook points to the table with his eyes closed. “I thought we were gonna use that?”
“Yeah, but it’s your birthday, I figured you get to cum twice today.”
Jungkook raises an eyebrow at the response, “I think you’re going soft of me.”
“You wish, sweetheart, you fucking wish,” Hoseok smirks, settling himself between Jungkook’s legs again. “Let me actually show you the kind of service your hyung paid for.”
Jungkook scoots backwards a little, legs automatically stretching to accommodate Hoseok as he watches as the elder turns off the plug before pulling it out gently. He makes a show of licking the dripping wet toy, and Jungkook lets moans at the visual, before tugging him closer, and tangling their tongues, tasting a flavour he doesn’t quite recognize on Hoseok’s tongue.
Hoseok press his lips against Jungkook’s firmly for the last time, before pulling away and settling back in his old position. His fingers start to make quick work of Jungkook’s entrance, stretching him past three fingers. He starts to mouth at Jungkook’s thighs, biting at the unmarked flesh, leaving red spots in his wake as he traces his way down to the younger’s knee. The fourth finger is a much smoother slider than all the previous three, and Jungkook moans when Hoseok finds that spot once again.
“Right there,” Jungkook cries out, wiggling until Hoseok finds his prostate, letting out a high-pitched moan when Hoseok’s fingers start to stimulate it, rubbing against it quickly. ”I’m gonna cum, hyung, I’m gonna cum.”
Hoseok stops, looking at him with a worried expression, “Can you do a third?”
Jungkook shakes his head, “I don’t know. I don’t think so.”
“I’m gonna ease off then,” Hoseok pulls away. “Sorry, but just a few minutes, okay?”
Despite wanting to protest, Jungkook nods, “Okay.”
“Well, this is awkward,” Hoseok says after an entire minute of silence, glancing at Jungkook to find him half-sitting and half-lying in bed.
“Yeah,” Jungkook mutters, avoiding his gaze, before turning to glance at him a little hesitantly, “should we kiss?”
Hoseok lets out a bark of laughter, equal parts surprised and amused at the suggestions, stopping only when Jungkook starts to frown at him, “What?”
The elder grins mischievously, sitting up straight, “You like kisses?”
Jungkook smiles shyly before he nods, “Yeah. They feel good.”
Hoseok straddles the younger, lifting himself up a little when the younger squirms to sit up better, “Have you kissed a lot of people before?”
Jungkook shakes his head, “A couple of my hyungs, and a few kids from school.”
Hoseok hums, closing his eyes, and capturing the younger’s lips. They continue like that for a little while, kissing slowly and softly, exploring new places and angles. He’s surprised when Jungkook’s hand comes out to stroke him a little, continuing until he’s half hard.
When they break apart, Jungkook looks breathless, “Should we continue?”
Hoseok nods, wiping at his mouth, before slipping down, mouth hovering right by Jungkook’s entrance.
“What are you –” Jungkook’s voice gets cut off when Hoseok slips a tongue inside, pulling apart his cheeks for better access. He smiles when the younger’s back arches and he lets out a string of curses and Hoseok’s name.
Plunging his tongue in and out of Jungkook, Hoseok feels his own dick twitch in interest at the sound of Jungkook’s moans and the way the younger writhes under him. He feels his way around, hands grabbing and steadying Jungkook’s quivering thighs, before he pulls out with a vulgar sound, licking his lips at Jungkook stares up at him in part horror and part pleasure.
Hoseok glances at the clock, frowning when he notices that there’s still forty-five minutes left. It’s too much time, he realizes, knowing how close the younger is, and he turns to Jungkook with a smile, “So, you want to kiss again?”
“Hands and knees,” Hoseok instructs with a slap to his ass, grinning when Jungkook flips over, turning to glance at him.
“Why not the other way?”
“It’ll feel better,” Hoseok answers. “Angle’s deeper.”
“O-oh, okay,” Jungkook’s cheeks colour before he turns away, bracing himself with his hands tightly clutching the headboard.
“Let go,” Hoseok says softly, bending forward to loosen his hold on the wooden material, and then tugging at his ankle to pull him down surprisingly easily. “Enjoy yourself okay. Don’t worry about holding on or anything.”
Jungkook nods, feeling a hand caress his back softly, before he feels the tip of Hoseok’s cock press against his entrance. The elder presses in a little gently, letting out a hissing sound when Jungkook’s heat envelops him and squeezes his tightly.
Jungkook nods, pressing himself back towards Hoseok to ask the elder to move.
Hoseok puts a steadying hand on his hips, clutching a little tightly, before pushing the rest of the way in one go. Jungkook makes a noise, biting down on a nearby pillow to muffle it even as Hoseok’s hands soothe his back a little. They stay like that, attached, for an entire minute, and Hoseok leans down to press kisses against his spin, caressing his skin softly.
When Jungkook starts to push back, Hoseok takes the hint and starts to move, pulling out and then pushing back in, starting off a slow and gently rhythm that Jungkook starts to follow, moving back when Hoseok moves forward, making both of them groan in pleasure simultaneously.
Hoseok starts to quicken his pace as he starts to feel the telltale signs of being close in the pit of his stomach, and he almost freezes when Jungkook cries out.
“Don’t fucking stop!” The younger yells out at him, pushing back, working his hips.
Hoseok chuckles, resuming their old rhythm, leaning down to whisper, “Sorry, thought I hurt you.”
Their pace starts to increase, and Hoseok starts to pound faster into Jungkook, forehead breaking out into a sweat when the younger collapses, face pressing into the side of the mattress and the tip of his cock rubbing against the bedsheet.
“Faster!” Jungkook cries out, moving back on Hoseok’s cock. “Go faster, hyung!”
Hoseok groans as well, feeling to the tip of his bones the way Jungkook’s tight heat engulfs him, squeezing him softly. When he pulls out, Jungkook cries out, turning to glance at him accusingly before Hoseok flips him over, and pushes back in, watching the way his face contorts with pleasure.
He leans down, working his hips, and kisses the tears gathered at the side of the younger boy’s eyes, “Easy there, sweetheart, I’ll make you feel good, huh?”
Jungkook wraps his legs around him in response, and Hoseok barely catches himself on his hands, almost falling onto the younger. The angle’s deeper, and the way Jungkook’s moaning in his ear, unabashed and wanton, begging for him to go harder makes Hoseok grabs the younger boy’s cock, stroking him to the pace of their rhythm.
“Oh fuck,” Jungkook curses loudly, when Hoseok starts to thumb at his legs, while snapping his hips forward, fast. He curses again, before flipping them over, still joined and starts to rock himself down on Hoseok’s cock as the elder continues to pound up into him.
Settling his feet firmly against the bed, Hoseok thrusts, groaning when Jungkook meets him thrusts halfway, riding him.
“Shit,” Hoseok groans when he starts to feel himself become incredibly close, “Just like that babe. Ride me, just like that.”
Jungkook moans at that, bracing himself on Hoseok’s chest, before rocking down faster as Hoseok’s hand’s increases the pace of its strokes. A particularly well-timed thrust later, where Hoseok’s hip snap up right as Jungkook impales himself down on the elder’s cock, combined with Hoseok’s thumb digging into his slit, spreading around his pre-cum, makes Jungkook release with a shout, cum landed on him and Hoseok, a few drops landing on both of their chins.
He loses his rhythm, but the continuing motion of him rocking down on Hoseok, while moaning has the elder releasing into him, shooting into load into the condom, continue to thrust his way through both of their aftershocks. Jungkook collapses onto Hoseok’s chest seconds later, panting hard, as the elder continues to snap his hips up in an irregular motion, before stopping, pulling out and rolling them over until they’re both on their sides. Their breaths intermingle as they both breathe hard, and Jungkook can hear Hoseok’s heart thudding in his chest from where his head rests, inches away from the location of Hoseok’s heart.
“That was…” Jungkook opens his mouth to speak, before settling for leaning up and giving Hoseok a long kiss.
“I can sense your gratefulness,” Hoseok breathes out once their breaths are a little more in control.
“Good,” Jungkook replies, unsure of what else to say. “Because that felt really good.”
“I’m glad,” Hoseok says quietly, after a while, pressing a kiss to his forehead. “I’m glad.”
Jungkook opens his eyes when he feels Hoseok shift, the elder leaning up to glance at the clock, “We’ve got 15 minutes still.”
“Do you think I can take a 10-minute power nap?” Jungkook asks softly, smiling when Hoseok snorts turning to lie back down.
“We can try anyway.”
Hoseok places the lube and unused condoms back into the drawer, sliding it closed only to find Jungkook holding and staring at the butt plug oddly.
“Um, what do I do with this?” Jungkook asks, looking up confused.
“Still?” Hoseok’s voice is teasing. “You used it less than an hour ago and you still don’t know?”
Jungkook glares at him, before gesturing at it, “Hyung, it’s dirty.”
“Take the condom off, throw it out, and then clean it up is what we do,” Hoseok responds, bending down to reach from the box under the bed, before pausing and standing back up when Jungkook stares at it with a scrunched up nose.
“What are you doing, Jungkook?” Hoseok blinks, a small smile on his face when Jungkook seems a little started at the use of his name.
“It’s dirty,” the younger repeats again.
“This was inside of you, babe,” Hoseok huffs, pulling off the condom, and tossing it in the waste basket.
“How can you just touch it like that?” Jungkook gives him an odd long, before picking up the cock ring.
“Sweetheart, my tongue was inside of your ass at some point in the last two hours,” Hoseok calls out from the bathroom, the sound of water running.
“Where does this go?” Jungkook asks when the elder returns, holding up the cock ring and Hoseok gestures to the bed.
“Black box under the bed.”
Jungkook waits until Hoseok makes his way towards him, the elder handing him the anal plug to return back as well.
“That’s everything, I think,” Hoseok says looking around, grabbed Jungkook’s varsity jacket off the couch and handing it to him. He sits down on the stripped bare bed, reaching for his boots, and slides his feet in, zipping them back up.
Glancing up when he feels Jungkook’s stare on him, he finds the younger boy fidgeting a little, twiddling his thumbs when he catches Hoseok looking at him.
“What is it?” Hoseok asks gently, wondering how the boy could be nervous of his gaze after everything.
“Um, I just wanted to say thank you,” Jungkook starts off, pausing before taking a deep breath and continuing. “I know you got paid for this, but really, I’m grateful. Especially since you said your first time wasn’t that good, but you took the effort to make mine good. And just, I wanted to say thank you. I know I complained a lot, and at some point, I probably also told you I hated you. Not that I love you or anything, but I also don’t like hate you. It was just –”
“Wow,” Hoseok breathes out, letting loose a small laugh, breaking Jungkook’s tirade, before standing up, smiling when he realizes that his boots put him at eye level with the younger boy. “Are you done?”
Jungkook scowls a little at the mocking tone, before he nods, “Yeah, kinda.”
“You’re welcome,” Hoseok says with a smile, leaning forward to give him one last kiss. “It wasn’t a problem.”
Jungkook’s scowl turns into a bright grin, eyes crinkling and cheeks pushing out a little, before he says with a laugh, “I’m glad, hyung-nim. I’m glad.”
Hoseok stands there, nodding, staring at Jungkook for a few seconds, before leaning forward to kiss his cheek, “Happy birthday, again, enjoy the rest of your day, hm?”
“Thank you,” Jungkook says with a nod, turning to open the door, holding it for Hoseok to cross through. “Are you done for today?”
Hoseok nods, locking the door behind him, “Yeah, you were my last.”
“Will you be going home, then?”
“Yup,” Hoseok pops the ‘p’, “are your hyungs taking you out for a drink now?”
“That’s what they said,” Jungkook responds, kicking his foot forward as they walk.
“Oh, do you know the way out?”
“No, I don’t remember too well.”
“Let me lead you out then,” Hoseok offers, placing his hand against the small of the younger’s back, guiding him down the turns of the hallway, before opening the door to the stair case.
They reach the ground floor within minutes, and from their place a few feet away from the main floor, they can hear the loud music vibrating through the walls.
Jungkook stands there a little awkwardly, holding onto his jacket, before he brings his hand up in a way, “Goodnight.”
Hoseok nods, with a smile, before stepping forward and embracing the younger, pressing his lips to the lobe of Jungkook’s ear, “I was thirteen…when it happened, I was thirteen. Mum’s customer.”
Jungkook stands there, in shock, long after Hoseok’s turned and walked away, whistling as he makes his way back into the maze they’d just navigated their way through.