Work Text:
When Yoongi looked at Hoseok, sometimes it was all just a bit too much.
It didn’t matter whether they were surrounded by friends or out in public at a restaurant or at home alone and curled up on the couch with a movie. Sometimes, Yoongi looked over at the luminous intensity of his best friend — gorgeous, charismatic, blinding — and there was suddenly no room in his brain for anything besides a vague but overwhelming mashup of incredulity and fondness.
Fondness from the absolute delightfulness of his person.
Incredulity from the fact that he seemed to like Yoongi just as much as Yoongi liked him.
There was also, of course, a liberal dose of attraction sprinkled in among those other feelings, because how could he not notice how strong those arms were and how chiseled that jawline was? How bright the smile. How pretty those eyes.
Yoongi saw all of those things, but he didn’t notice many of the details, didn’t much care about what brand Hoseok was wearing or if his shoes were scuffed or whether stray pieces of hair had fallen from that perfectly styled quiff above that smooth forehead. For Yoongi, freshly showered Hoseok in lazy weeknight sweats was often just as alluring and overwhelming as a made-up, leather jacket-clad Hoseok ready for a Saturday night out.
That was just how Yoongi always looked at Hoseok.
When Hoseok looked at Yoongi, however, it was a different matter completely.
Sometimes it was too much in an entirely different way.
When Hoseok looked at him — really looked, with glittering eyes focused laser-sharp on Yoongi’s face and the slightest considering pout pressed along his delicate lips — it was nothing short of paralyzing.
He couldn’t grin and offer up a joke to ease his awkwardness, couldn’t even glance away to hide his blatant adoration of the younger man. There was nowhere for Yoongi to hide when those eyes were trained on him.
Like now, when Yoongi found himself propped up awkwardly above a panting Hoseok, his knees splayed wide around where their hips pressed up against each other and his lips and neck wet from the way Hoseok’s tongue had been tracing intricate motifs across them just moments before.
Yoongi paused to catch his breath and give himself a moment to collect his scattered thoughts. On the couch beneath him, Hoseok’s lips were dark and shiny and his cheekbones were highlighted in pomegranate flush. As Yoongi swallowed down his nerves, Hoseok grinned lazily up at him in such a cheeky way that Yoongi’s heart skipped a few too many beats considering how early in the day it still was.
Yoongi had just wanted to go get coffee together, that’s all — just like they had talked about yesterday. He had woken up early, and Hoseok had just gotten out of his awful Friday morning class, and since they were both free for the rest of the day Yoongi had just wanted to hang out and celebrate the end of a long week. Maybe have a cute date over pastries at the cafe down the block.
But then he had gotten far too invested in the happy noises Hoseok made when he was kissed hello, and now if they kept this up Yoongi was never going to survive long enough to go buy Hoseok that coffee.
They’d been doing this for about a month now: going out for meals alone, stealing charged glances and a few clandestine kisses behind their friends’ backs, studying in the library together when one of them had an assignment due the next day, holding hands under the blanket at Jimin’s weekly movie night…
Also, apparently, making out half-naked on Yoongi’s couch while Namjoon was at class…
Just the normal kinds of things you did with someone who you might be considering asking to be your boyfriend because he felt like the most important person in the world but looked at you like you were the one who mattered.
“You good?” Hoseok asked softly, tracing his fingers gently along Yoongi’s hairline.
Yoongi nodded and pressed a kiss against Hoseok’s wrist just to see the other boy smile.
“Good.”
With a gentle tug, his fingers wove into Yoongi’s sweaty hair and pulled him down for another wet, open-mouthed kiss that made Yoongi’s stomach contract in pleasure and anticipation.
Then, far sooner than Yoongi expected, Hoseok pushed him back away, and Yoongi flushed heavily as Hoseok stared up at him and his eyes darkened once again with that same look.
It felt as if he was taking stock of every little detail on display in front of him. Yoongi just knew that he was noticing every mole, every pimple, every scar, and every awkward strand of hair that was probably sticking straight up while their neighbors stuck to his clammy forehead. His gaze stripped Yoongi of everything except the ratty old jeans that were currently the only thing preserving any semblance of his modesty.
That look was simultaneously the most beautiful and most terrifying thing that Yoongi had ever experienced.
However, what came out of those perfect lips next was a strong contender for second place on that list.
“Can I take these off?” he murmured as his other hand traced along Yoongi’s waistband and fiddled with the fly. “Wanna see you.”
Yoongi nervously cleared his throat, and then forcefully cleared his tongue of the myriad versions of “Don’t expect much” that were itching to escape.
Yoongi knew he should be playing it cool, should casually say something seductive like, “As long as I can take your pants off too," because he was a junior in college and he’d been proudly out since eighth grade and he should know how to do this. He was confident in class and loved teasing his friends, and he was able to rap battle Namjoon on the fly without collapsing in a heap of self-doubt. So, all that considered, he should really know how to be naked around another guy without becoming a total nervous wreck.
To be fair, he wasn’t a complete wreck right now. Just a little trembly and a lot excited. However, it was important to note that before Jung Hoseok had ricocheted into his life, Yoongi had had a grand total of three past sexual partners with whom he’d enjoyed anything more than a fumbling hand job, and now the boy beneath him was looking up at him in a way that made those previous experiences feel like mere pecks on the cheek.
So, even though he wanted to say something sexy and suave, a slightly stuttering “What do you want t-to do?” tumbled unbidden from his lips instead.
Hoseok licked his own lips, and then he quirked his head to the side.
“Um, well…” he began, and Yoongi wanted to shrivel up and disappear because it was obvious what he wanted to do, he wanted to take Yoongi’s pants off and touch him, and why couldn’t Yoongi just get over himself and let that ecstatically transcendent experience happen?
But no matter how much Yoongi wanted to hide from his awkwardness, there was nowhere for him to go, because Hoseok’s fingers were hooked through his belt loops and he was still looking up at Yoongi so intently. Yoongi’s eyes burned as he stared down at the couch cushion.
“Well, I was going to mostly keep kissing you,” Hoseok said plainly, and Yoongi finally glanced up to meet his eyes. “I just thought that underwear might be more comfortable than jeans, and then maybe I could also, you know, get you off if you wanted.”
A rush of heat flooded through Yoongi’s entire body at those words, because despite his nerves he had almost certainly never wanted anything more.
Suddenly, Hoseok rolled his hips to wiggle himself upwards and onto the couch’s armrest, and Yoongi yelped slightly as he was jostled backwards into a sitting position. His knees were still straddling Hoseok’s hips, and Hoseok’s hands were still grabbing his waistband, so he couldn’t do anything except sit down right onto Hoseok’s strong thighs. He wasn’t sure, but it kind of felt like Hoseok might have been getting hard inside his own pair of ripped jeans, and that possibility sent yet another flood of heat through Yoongi’s limbs.
Hoseok's fingers slipped free of the belt loops, and then his hands splayed around either side of Yoongi's bare waist.
“I’m also very, very content to keep you right here on my lap and keep doing this-” but Yoongi was shaking his head before Hoseok could finish the sentence.
“No. I mean, yes! Yes, that sounds great, this is great, but also… I liked your first plan a lot.”
Hoseok chewed on his lip as his eyes wandered distractedly down Yoongi’s body, and Yoongi quickly decided that some immediate action was necessary if this was going to go anywhere before he either combusted or simply lost his nerve.
So, he half stood and half stumbled up from the couch before taking a deep breath and shoving his jeans down his skinny thighs.
Embarrassingly, his dick was already hard enough to tent his boxers completely out from his body.
Yoongi steadfastly ignored that fact, just like he steadfastly avoided catching Hoseok’s eye until he had clambered back onto the couch, at which point the other boy chuckled softly. At that, Yoongi glanced back up for a brief second to discover that Hoseok was grinning like Christmas had come early.
“You didn’t give me time to get my pants off, babe,” he teased, and Yoongi would have curled up in embarrassment had Hoseok not also sounded absolutely thrilled.
(The cheesy pet name also didn’t hurt Hoseok’s cause.)
“Come here.” Hoseok added with smiling eyes, and he ran his hand through Yoongi’s hair, then down his sides, then over his naked thighs as Yoongi settled back down astride his hips. Hoseok’s own (much stronger, thicker) thighs flexed beneath his ass, and Yoongi felt his lungs constrict once more at the feeling of so very little cloth between his skin and Hoseok’s body.
“I am here,” Yoongi murmured as he buried his burning face into Hoseok’s shoulder and tried to distract himself by sucking gently on the skin just above Hoseok’s collarbone. Hoseok giggled again.
“Well good. Now, don’t move.”
A moment later, Hoseok had pulled out from under him, and Yoongi tried not to squirm when he was suddenly the one on his back with Hoseok looming over him. Hoseok wiggled out of his jeans, then smirked down at Yoongi. His eyes were dark as he slowly, intently, pressed their bodies together and gave a slight roll of his hips. Then their mouths collided, and Yoongi found that his hands were trembling as he let them snake down Hoseok’s sides to squeeze his ass. It was smooth and round ( obviously, Yoongi, it’s a butt ) and Yoongi loved feeling Hoseok’s muscles flex every time he pushed his hips forward.
They rocked together for a long moment, hips pressing close in alternately slow grinds and powerful thrusts as Yoongi held Hoseok against him and captured every sigh in his mouth. Hoseok wasn’t loud, but he did make an extraordinary number of soft noises as they moved and thrust together.
Soon, however, Yoongi was the one letting out a moan and grabbing onto Hoseok’s shoulders as Hoseok propped himself up, reached down, and cupped Yoongi’s erection in his hand. He gave a few considering rubs that spread warm tingles all over Yoongi’s body, and then he murmured “I can take this off, yeah?” as his fingers slipped beneath the waistband of his underwear.
Yoongi’s lungs were full of sparklers, but he managed to say “Please do” in a voice that sounded normal, if a bit turned on.
Beneath Yoongi’s palms, a low hum of pleasure rumbled through Hoseok’s chest as Yoongi’s boxers were pulled off of him.
“Wow, that’s hot,” Yoongi whispered, though Hoseok seemed to think he was referring to the hand that was now stroking his dick. (Which, to be fair, was also extremely hot…)
“Yeah, babe, you are,” Hoseok smirked, which made Yoongi press his face against Hoseok’s shoulder, hoping less eye contact would help him control his breathing as Hoseok found a rhythm and began to jerk him off in earnest.
It was different — in the way that someone else’s hand probably always felt new and strange at first — but it was also overwhelming simply because it was Hoseok propped above him, breathing hard and biting his lip in concentration as this thumb swiped to collect the precum beading up at the tip.
Yoongi squeezed his eyes shut, hardly taking stock of how Hoseok shifted around above him until-
“Oh!”
The startled gasp felt like it was being punched out of him as his dick was suddenly enveloped in a warm, wet heat. It took a lot of concentration not to buck up into Hoseok’s face.
“Seok…” he sighed, biting his lip as Hoseok sucked lightly, wetly at the tip of his dick. There was a lewd pop as he pulled off.
“This okay?”
“Yes.”
“Good, just wanted to get you wet.”
And wet it was.
Now everything was wet and slick and good, spit and hand and tongue all mixing into a smooth glide that made it so hard to keep his hips still. More friction than a full blow job, too wet for a plain hand job, something lovely and in between and miraculous because of it. Hoseok’s hand squeezed gently around the base, and Yoongi watched in open-mouthed wonder as his tongue made a series of obscene movements as he licked earnestly around the head. A trail of spit connected from his lips to Yoongi’s dick as he pulled back and rubbed his thumb just below the head, and then he absently stuck out his tongue to break the string.
By all rational standards, the visual should have been gross. Instead, it was far, far too much. Yoongi threw an arm across his eyes, unable to look any longer when he could feel his balls already starting to tighten up.
But then, almost immediately:
“Yoongi, babe, let me see you.” Hoseok’s voice was the deepest Yoongi had ever heard it. Soft, velvety, rich. Utterly commanding.
So, Yoongi looked up.
And damn, he’d known it was risky. Knew full well what Hoseok’s unfiltered gaze did to him at the best of times. Should have guessed what it might do when heat was already zinging through his chest and static buzzed in his ears and his balls were drawing up towards his body.
But in the moment he didn’t process all of that, just looked up and met Hoseok’s gaze and suddenly realized with unflinching certainty that Hoseok was about to watch him come.
Because Hoseok’s rosy lips were parted and his tongue was pressed up against his teeth. His pupils were wide, and his brow was furrowed as he funneled all of his concentration into looking straight through Yoongi’s chest and into his soul. Yoongi didn’t stand a chance.
“You close, baby?”
Yoongi’s mouth dropped open as a tiny, pained groan squeezed itself out of his chest. Hoseok’s hand sped up, taking that for the blatant answer that it was, and when he twisted his fist around the head of Yoongi’s dick in a sudden and spine-tingling movement, that was it.
Yoongi’s back arched as the tension snapped, and a supernova of warm pleasure flooded its way out down his legs and up his spine.
“Yeah, that’s it,” Hoseok hummed as he stroked Yoongi through it, spit- and cum-slicked fingers now sliding easily over the sensitive skin. “That’s it, baby.”
Warm lips pressed against his own as Hoseok kissed him soundly, hand still working Yoongi even as he moaned and tried to pull away from the looming overstimulation.
Suddenly, Hoseok’s body heat disappeared, and Yoongi cracked open an eye to watch Hoseok scramble to push down his own boxers.
"Can I?" he panted as he leaned over Yoongi’s stomach, dick in hand.
Dazedly Yoongi reached out towards the miles of luminous skin on display in front of him. "Let me, I can," he murmured, because he was fuzzy post-orgasm and yet he still knew that he wanted to touch Hoseok more. Wanted to repay Hoseok in kind for the delicious orgasm he’d just given Yoongi. Wanted to make Hoseok feel so, so good.
But Hoseok shook his head. "Later. If you want, I mean. But right now can I… come on you?"
Yoongi let out a soft moan but nodded. Dried cum wasn't exactly something he would relish having to wash off of himself, but Hoseok's eyes burned bright and his stomach muscles were tensed as he jerked himself off above Yoongi, and there was no way Yoongi wasn’t going to get the full experience right here, right now.
Without preamble, Hoseok began pulling his dick, rougher than he had been with Yoongi as he fisted the head intently. Their gazes locked, and Yoongi hoped vaguely that he somehow looked even remotely attractive lying there on his back with his own cum already splatter-painted across his stomach.
Hoseok certainly seemed to find something pleasing, because less than thirty seconds later he let out the softest of sighs as he twisted his hand — in the same movement that had had Yoongi arching off of the couch like a wanton, wannabe porn star — and streaks of cum spilled out onto Yoongi’s stomach.
It was an extraordinary thing to watch Hoseok bask in his own pleasure. He didn’t so much fall apart as he did fall inward, his back bowing slightly as his mouth went lax and his muscles all tensed up. It wasn’t fair that someone should look so damn attractive when they were naked with their mouth hanging open like that.
Beautiful, Yoongi thought absently, he’s the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.
The couch creaked in slight protest as Hoseok slumped down onto his side between Yoongi and the back of the couch.
There was a long moment of silence, broken only by heavy breaths and the embarrassing creak of Yoongi’s knees as he shifted to give Hoseok more space.
“Well,” said Hoseok after another moment. He sounded lazy and content. “That was new. And fun.”
“Mhmm.”
“Not what I expected when you invited me over for Friday morning coffee, but no complaints here.”
Yoongi bit his lip. “So it was… okay? For you?” He immediately felt his face heating up, but he wanted to make sure, and he was quickly spared any angst by a low chuckle and hum.
“10 out of 10 would do again. Invite me over for coffee every morning. Heck doesn’t even have to be morning, either.”
Between their bodies, Hoseok tangled their fingers together. A confusing firework of relief and heat and tenderness sparked to life in Yoongi’s stomach, and he probably squeezed back a bit too hard, but Hoseok just hummed happily again.
Yoongi glanced towards their connected fingers, then up to Hoseok’s face. His expression was so, so open. Calm but with a bit of lingering arousal still making itself known behind his eyes. Happy and satisfied, but with such caring evident in the way his nose crinkled when their gazes met.
Hoseok was so good, so open, so much.
Yoongi didn’t deserve it.
He wanted to relax, wanted to bask confidently in that postcoital bliss Hoseok was obviously taking advantage of, but his heart was suddenly beating three times too fast against a rib cage that was already raw from emotions. Hoseok’s gaze on top of that left him too exposed.
“Stop looking at me,” he mumbled petulantly.
Hoseok grinned and wiggled his eyebrows cheesily. “But I like looking at you.”
He said it like a fact. Like something obvious instead of something earth-shattering and nearly inconceivable.
“Yeah, but you… you just…”
There was no way he was going to tell Hoseok that if he kept looking like that then Yoongi was either going to get hard all over again or end up spilling out his deepest, darkest secrets into the cool mid-morning air.
“You’re too pretty,” he finally said, “And I… it’s…”
He buried his face back into Hoseok’s shoulder, because he liked how it felt and how secure Hoseok’s arms around his back made him and how he didn’t have to acknowledge those things just yet if he couldn’t see them.
“It’s embarrassing,” he muttered, hoping that Hoseok couldn’t actually hear him.
“What? I look both pretty and embarrassing? Not sure if that’s a compliment from someone who just watched me jerk off everywhere.”
Yoongi jabbed a finger into his side, causing the other boy to squirm away from his with an annoyingly loud shriek.
“Shush. Not what I meant,” he grumbled.
Gentle fingers carded through his hair. “Then tell me what you did mean?”
There was a long silence.
“If you don’t want-” Hoseok started to add, before Yoongi’s palm found his mouth and covered it.
Heart hammering, he pressed his nose further into Hoseok’s neck, needing grounding as he swallowed hard. He knew what he wanted to say. Knew Hoseok wouldn’t give him crap for it if he knew he was being serious. He just had to find the right words.
“I’ve never had anyone as beautiful as you look at me like you do. You… like you care about me and it’s… it’s incredible. You’re so beautiful and so good, Seok.”
Was it really possible for three poorly formed sentences to make him feel so incredibly vulnerable? For that to be enough to feel like he was laying bare all of his warm and squishy insides for Hoseok to see plain as day?
“Yoongi.” Hoseok’s voice was soft and filled with warmth. Yoongi could hear him smiling, could picture the way his cheeks were scrunched and his lips were turned just from the sound.
A moment later, he could also feel that smile pressed against him, because hands were cupping his cheek and pulling him up into a deep, slow kiss. With Hoseok’s naked body nearly on top of him, evidence of their recent activities splattered across his skin, and Yoongi’s words hovering in the liminal space between them, it was somehow an even more intimate kiss than any that had come before it in the heat of the moment.
“You’re beautiful too,” Hoseok murmured. “Not to be sappy, but I can’t help but look at you. And I do care about you, you know that, right?”
“Yeah,” Yoongi whispered back, as Hoseok gently pushed his bangs away from his forehead before pressing down a final, gentle kiss.
God, this is so sappy, Yoongi groaned to himself. I’m such a massive sap.
Yoongi was pretty sure he’d never felt so content.
Beside him, Hoseok sighed in an equally contented manner. “Now that we’ve got that settled, what do you say we clean up and go get that coffee? You still want to?”
Yoongi nodded and began to struggle up, before gasping with a startled realization.
“Wait, did you just put your hand in my hair?”
Hoseok looked confused before a second, before he snorted and said, “Oh, don’t worry, I cleaned it off.”
“Your hand?”
“Yeah. Don’t worry, I used your boxers.”
“Seok!” he cried, indignant. Hoseok just shrugged, pushing away and grabbing his own clean underwear from the end of the couch before wiggling them on.
“What? We’re at your house. I wasn’t gonna use my boxers when you can just go get more. At least it’s not in your hair!”
“You’re gross.”
“Hmm. Anyway, now that you’ve ruined the mood, are you going to buy me coffee now like you promised?”
Yoongi glared. He had most certainly not been the one who ruined the mood.
“Are you going to clean up the mess you made first?” He raised one eyebrow, daring the other boy to disagree. In response, Hoseok simply giggled, a bright huff of elation that tickled across Yoongi’s cheeks as he pulled his shirt back on and then leaned forward and dropped a kiss on his nose.
“Okay, fair deal. Stay here.”
Yoongi groaned as Hoseok wiggled away and managed to launch himself off of the couch with only one stray knee to Yoongi’s side.
“Definitely not moving. If I got a stain on the couch Jungkook would kick me out the moment he found it.”
“Isn’t Joon the one on the lease with you? Kid technically doesn’t even live here.”
“Yeah, but it’s his furniture. He’d just know, because Jin’s too much of a neat freak to let Namjoon be gross, unlike someone.”
“Careful who you keep calling gross,” Hoseok said as he appeared behind the couch.
“You are gross,” Yoongi grumbled as he grabbed the wad of tissues and cold but very thoughtful washcloth that Hoseok handed him. A soft item of clothing landed on his face as he sat up.
“You liked it. I know because I was looking. Now here, have some new, not gross boxers.”
“Did you just go through my underwear drawer?”
“Yoongi, I was literally the one who took the other pair off of your body before wiping my cum on them. A drawer full of your clean underwear wasn’t exactly shocking.”
“You suck.”
“So you keep telling me.”
They kept up the half-hearted bickering (which had always felt more like flirting anyway, even before kissing was involved) as Yoongi dressed himself, then ducked into the bathroom to fix his hair and make himself slightly more presentable.
“Okay, coffee time,” Yoongi said, pulling his sweater on as he stumbled out towards the front door. When he managed to get it down over his head, he faltered a bit when the first thing he saw was Hoseok standing not two feet away, arms crossed over his chest as he blocked the hallway.
Hoseok was staring at him once again.
“What?”
Hoseok shrugged.
“You’re doing it again,” Yoongi mumbled, blushing, even though he knew he should probably stop harping on this point.
But Hoseok just smirked, eyes bright, as he said contentedly, “I know.”
Then he took Yoongi’s hand and tugged him towards the door. “And guess what? You’re just going to have to get used to it. Because right now we are going to go down to the cafe and you’re going to have coffee and that pastry you like, and I’m gonna look at you as much as I like. Okay? Because you’re beautiful and I want to look at my gorgeous boyfriend when he takes me on a coffee date.”
Was it a heart or a package of fireworks that was trembling inside his chest? Yoongi wasn’t sure, but he somehow managed to keep it contained as he muttered back a “Fine. Maybe I’ll look at my gorgeous boyfriend too, then.”
Hoseok’s smile was as warm as his stare as, eyes bright and hands clasped, they headed out the door for coffee.