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Yoongi heard the door open and the dual barks of Mickey, who always yapped at a high-pitched, fast paced rate and then Holly, who boofed lowly from his chest greet Hoseok as he stepped into the house, coming home from his shift at his second job as a waiter.
Yoongi listened to him sigh, kick off his shoes, and then sigh again as the sink ran for a couple of moments as Hoseok washed his hands. Then the sauces in the door of the refrigerator clanked together in a symphony of noises as Hoseok rummaged around the fridge. Yoongi left some leftover japchae on the shelf in easy view and waited until he heard the microwave start before standing up from his desk and emerging to greet his boyfriend.
Hoseok was leaning against the counter, watching their tiny microwave go, his shoulders hunched with exhaustion. He hadn’t even taken off his apron yet - which had a large splash of some sort of red sauce - and Yoongi guessed that Hoseok didn’t have a very good night.
“Hey, baby.” Yoongi greeted, watching Hoseok jump, startled and then turn to Yoongi.
Hoseok’s wishbone-shaped frown morphed into a tired smile. “Hey,” he greeted as the microwaved beeped to a stop. “I didn’t know you were still up.”
Yoongi threw a thumb over his shoulder. “Finishing up a project for Namjoon.”
Hoseok nodded like he understood, but Yoongi could tell by the way his smile faded and his eyes glazed over that he was ruminating on something and wasn’t listening to Yoongi anymore.
“How was wor-,”
“Stupid fucking…” Hoseok grumbled lowly to himself as he pulled the bowl of noodles out of the microwave. He opened the drawer and pulled out some chopsticks, inspecting them over and over. He threw them into the sink and then pulled out a different pair and started to inspect those.
“Hobi,” Yoongi’s hand came up. “What’s wrong?”
“The light.” Hoseok said as he dropped those chopsticks into sink and then gripped the edge of the counter. “The light on ninth. You know, the one that’s weird and flashes?”
Yoongi nodded, knowing exactly where this was headed.
Hoseok rubbed his forehead. “I zoned out coming home from work and I don’t remember if the light was yellow or green. But, I remember it flashing and I…just…” His shoulders tensed. “What if I caused an accident?”
“You didn’t.” Yoongi assured.
“How do you know?” Hoseok asked, his eyes scrutinizing Yoongi hard.
Yoongi sighed. “I don’t.” He said honestly. “But, if you did. You would’ve known, Hoseok.” He moved to the sink and pulled out the discarded chopsticks and placed them in the dish rack. They were clean anyway. “There isn’t anyone out anyway. It’s after midnight.”
Hoseok sighed again and reached for the knob to start the faucet to wash his hands again. Yoongi pretended not to watch him, but he timed how long the water ran in his head. Hoseok’s homework from therapy was practicing walking away from the sink even when he didn’t feel like his hands were clean.
“How was your day?” Hoseok asked when Yoongi got to 38 in his head and opened his mouth to tell Hoseok to rinse. Hoseok turned the water off and a small burst of pride went off in Yoongi’s chest - he was doing great.
“Fine. It was fine.” Yoongi untied Hoseok’s apron for him and put it in the washing machine off the kitchen automatically, removing the small wad of tips in the front pocket. “Food jar?” He called, looking over his shoulder.
“Can you put twenty in the vacation fund?” Hoseok asked from their small dining room table, his eyes on his chopsticks as he inspected them.
Yoongi opened their cupboard, fishing out their two jars. He peeled a twenty off and stuffed it in the vacation fund and then threw the rest into the food jar. He inspected the cupful of change and wadded up bills in the vacation fund and decided to count it while Hoseok ate.
He sat down across from Hoseok and pulled the bills out, straightening them and rearranging them by denomination on the table. Hoseok finally approved his chopsticks and started eating, his eyes turned down towards his bowl.
Yoongi finished counting the bills. $356. He relayed that to Hoseok.
“We could take a small vacation on that.” Hoseok said, his eyebrows furrowed and his shoulders hunched.
“The light is fine.” Yoongi said, mind-reading his boyfriend with OCD.
“Can we take a drive?” Hoseok asked, his voice small. “To check? Please?”
“Of course we can, baby.” Yoongi said as he replaced the money in the jar. “But, you know what the answer is going to be.”
Hoseok winced. “I know. But,” he sighed. “I’m not going to be able to sleep if I don’t check.”
Ten minutes later after they both donned hoodies and shoes, they went out. Yoongi drove this time and coasted through the intersection at ninth at half the speed so Hoseok could take a good look around and see that he did not, in fact, cause an accident.
“Sorry.” Hoseok said when they stepped back through their front door. “I’m sorry. I’m…trying. But, I’m tired and I didn’t have a good day at work and-,”
“Shh.” Yoongi wrapped his arms around Hoseok’s waist as their dogs jumped and barked around them, confused as to why they had both left for only five minutes. “You’ve been doing great. You’re allowed to have bad days, you know?”
Hoseok blinked and his cheeks reddened and before he could belly up to the sink to wash his hands again and fight tears, Yoongi dragged him down the hallway to their bedroom, their two dogs on their heels.
“It’s bedtime for the baby.” Yoongi said. “You need sleep.”
Hoseok grunted in dissension, but his lips hitched up in a little smile and pink dusted his cheeks. “I’m not a baby.”
“No, you’re the baby.” Yoongi said as he clicked on lights and loaded up his own toothbrush. “There’s a difference.”
Hoseok relaxed as he started the shower - unable to sleep with dirty hair. Yoongi watched as his boyfriend strip himself of his clothes and then complained that he had gained weight as he pinched his skin above his left hip in mirror. Yoongi’s hand intercepted his fingers. “Stop.” He said. “You’re beautiful.”
And he was. All long legs and caramel-colored skin. And yeah, Hoseok did gain about fifteen pounds when he started Zoloft, but Yoongi thought he gained it in all the right places - his face and his ass and the areas where his ribs were starting to poke out because Hoseok had started skipping meals instead of going through the hassle of his rituals to get food prepared.
“Shower with me?” Hoseok asked, his eyes turning starry like the night sky and his lower lip poking out. He looked just like his favorite emoji.
Yoongi faked grumbled about lost sleep - trying to not seem so eager to get naked with Hoseok - and stripped himself of his own clothes. He was drastically paler than his tan, beautiful boyfriend. And built like a stick bug and his shoulders were always at weird angles from his injury and when he did try to gain weight it went all to his face and his gut.
But Hoseok wrapped his arms all the way around his middle anyway under the warm spray of the shower and nuzzled his neck. “You’re so lovely.” Hoseok said. “How did I get someone as beautiful as you?” He whispered and then hummed to himself.
Yoongi listened to the symphony of happy squeaks and tunes that emanated from his boyfriend - learned ways of distraction from his obsessions that crowded his brain - and held him. Just…held him. He thought about what kind of vacation they could take on three hundred dollars. Nothing fancy. But, a getaway. Somewhere with a pool?
The sensation of a loofah on his back brought him back and hummed in approval as Hoseok washed his backside. He grabbed Hoseok’s loofah and soaped it up before doing the same, hugging and washing him.
Yoongi put the loofah string around his wrist and then very gently started to prod between Hoseok’s cheeks, letting his fingers grow exploratory.
“Yoongi,” Hoseok groaned. “I’m tired.”
“Me too.” Yoongi said. “But, you should relax. I can take care of you.”
Hoseok let out a hum. “Can I…?”
Yoongi handed him his loofah and Hoseok cleaned himself well - after washing his own hands with the bottle of medical-grade antibacterial soap that was a fixture in their small shower. Yoongi interrupted when he watched Hoseok’s skin start to pink from the vigorous washing.
“I need to shave.” Hoseok said.
Yoongi rolled his eyes. “You don’t.” He held his face and kissed him. “Just let me take care of you.”
Hoseok opened his mouth to protest, but his eyes slid to half-mast and he nodded, smiling a little again. Yoongi shut off the water and they both got out together, drying off and heading towards the bed. Mickey and Holly were already settled in their own bed against the wall, cuddling together.
Hoseok was very protective of the bed and made sure to lay down a clean towel every time they had sex otherwise he had to clean the sheets. Yoongi let him do his thing to make him comfortable and help clear his head, propping his head up as he watched Hoseok lay down a towel.
“Remember when we first had sex?” Yoongi murmured after awhile, his own hand rubbing his pubic bone as anticipation sparkled inside of his stomach.
Hoseok was brought down to earth with the question, out of his own head where he had been deep in his pre-sex ritual. He put the bottle of lube on the towel and a condom next to it. Yoongi’s shoulders tensed at the scolding Hoseok always gave him for interrupting him, but he watch Hoseok’s lips hitch up into that smile - Yoongi’s favorite smile - instead. “It was a disaster.”
“Neither of us could get it up.” Yoongi flopped on his back and sighed.
“I was so…” Hoseok sighed and flopped on the bed, his hips on the towel. “Nervous. About what you would think…of me.”
“I was having a panic attack over what you would think of me.” Yoongi smiled.
“We both completely psyched ourselves out.” Hoseok laughed - loud and full enough to wake the dogs. He rolled to face Yoongi. “It was so bad.”
Yoongi turned, hooking his arm over Hoseok’s hip. “Now look at us.” He whispered as he stared into Hoseok’s eyes, at the small universes that made up his eyes. Hoseok curled both arms under his cheek. “We’re like an old married couple.”
Hoseok snorted. “Who both go to therapy and work two jobs each to pay rent?”
Yoongi shrugged and then winced at the shock of pain that started at his shoulder and electrocuted his arm to his fingertips. “I never said we were perfect.” He said between clenched teeth.
Hoseok motioned. “Roll over. Let me massage you.”
Yoongi did and felt Hoseok’s strong fingers prod his scar site on his left shoulder. Yoongi hissed at the pain. “Careful.” He warned as his back started to throb.
“Sorry.” Hoseok said. “Sorry.”
“’s okay.” Yoongi said.
“I don’t want to trigger anything.”
Yoongi hummed and closed his eyes. The anticipation for sex was replaced by a sharp knife of anxiety and his heartbeat picked up. But, he opened his eyes and grounded himself by watching Mickey and Holly fight over a chew toy on their bed.
“I’m not…?”
“No.” Yoongi said quickly, too quickly and winced.
“Yoongi.” Hoseok groaned. “Please be honest with me.”
Yoongi rolled back over. “You’re not.” He insisted. “Just the normal stuff.”
Hoseok searched his face and Yoongi let Hoseok search his face, trying to find the deception that his brain was trying so hard to convince him was there. He whispered out a quiet “okay,” when he couldn’t find any and Yoongi took that as an invitation to scoot closer and wrap his boyfriend up.
They held each other like they did in the shower and Yoongi listened to Hoseok resume his humming - this time a little strained and distracted. He dotted small kissed on the high points of his shoulder bone.
Hoseok’s humming ceased when Yoongi pushed himself away to run his fingers down Hoseok’s front. He coasted his hand down Hoseok’s bare chest, over his nipples to the line of pubic hair and then back up. Hoseok made a hum and then moved his head to kiss Yoongi.
Yoongi kissed his boyfriend back, his fingers weaving into his long, dark bangs and raking them off his forehead. Hoseok’s mouth opened and Yoongi darted his tongue inside, tasting tang of toothpaste and a flavor that was entirely Hoseok. Hoseok threw one of his legs over Yoongi’s hips and Yoongi ran his hand all the way to Hoseok’s cock that was starting to harden and then back up, relishing in his soft, warm skin that was fresh out of the shower.
Hoseok pushed away, disconnecting them. “Yoongi.” He whispered. “Roll over.”
“Me?” Yoongi asked, confused. “But, I’m taking care of you tonight.”
“Just do it.”
Yoongi obliged, rolling over onto his back. Hoseok rolled too, propping himself up on his elbows at Yoongi’s hips. He picked up Yoongi’s cock, that was standing tall now after their makeout session. Yoongi watched with his head and shoulders propped up as Hoseok gave a tiny kitten lick to the head of Yoongi’s dick.
“You don’t have to-,” Yoongi started, knowing that head meant Hoseok would have to re-brush his teeth.
But, Hoseok cut Yoongi off by taking the whole thing at once, getting halfway before pulling back up. Yoongi’s sentence was caught in the back of his throat and came out as a wheezy garble as Hoseok found the sensitive spot underneath the head with his tongue. Hoseok plunged himself back down, almost to the base this time.
“Oh, baby.” Yoongi sighed, his fingers raking through Hoseok’s hair again. “You’re so good to me.”
Hoseok look genuinely pleased with the praise, his eyes crinkling at the edges in a way that made Yoongi’s heart flip-flop. He continued to suck Yoongi off, getting his hand involved so he wouldn’t gag and pulling off every once in awhile to lick at the head. Yoongi just let himself melt into a puddle against the pillow, his eyes rolling up and a groan escaping after every lick.
Yoongi felt his whole body tense as Hoseok worked him towards an orgasm, stopping before he was almost there. He didn’t want to cum yet. Not before Hoseok.
He tapped Hoseok’s shoulder. “Roll over.” Yoongi ordered gently and Hoseok flopped onto his back, his chin covered in spit which he wiped off with hand and then on the towel.
Yoongi got up, pleased to see that Hoseok was fully erect. Being on an SSRI made sex infrequent because libido slowed down a lot on it. But, Yoongi was fine with trading sex for stability in Hoseok’s life. He was fine with trading sex for a happy, carefree Hoseok.
But, since Yoongi was a man in his mid-twenties, he really took advantage when Hoseok was in the mood. Like now.
Yoongi got between Hoseok’s beautiful thighs, his fingers rubbing up and down them as he drank Hoseok in and mapped out how he was going to absolutely wreck him in his head. Hoseok’s hands were rubbing his own skin, dipping towards his own cock as his eyelids drooped heavily and he hummed to himself.
“I love it when you do that.” Hoseok said after a moment, his voice vibrating in the silence.
“Do what?” Yoongi reached for the lube Hoseok set out.
“Look at me like you want to eat me.” Hoseok joked as he eyeballed the way Yoongi popped the lube cap open, his lips parting a little as he panted.
Yoongi smiled at Hoseok. “Do I really look like that?” He warmed the lube between his fingers and Hoseok pulled his knees up to reveal his hole. Yoongi swirled his finger around it, watching Hoseok - who was so sensitive to everything - shudder.
“Y-yes.” Hoseok shuddered again as Yoongi teased, his fingers finding his own nipples. “Like I am your last meal.”
“You are that appealing.” Yoongi leaned forward a little as he plunged his first finger past Hoseok’s rim. Hoseok’s face screwed up before relaxing and his breathing picked up speed as Yoongi worked his finger in and out of Hoseok.
“I like being your snack.” Hoseok said, his hand finding his own cock.
“Baby, you’re the whole buffet.” Yoongi insisted.
“Stop it.” Hoseok giggled. “You’re going to make me hungry.”
“You just ate dinner.” Yoongi giggled back, introducing a second finger and watching Hoseok’s expression relax again. He took them so well, relaxing around them. Yoongi couldn’t wait to get inside of him.
Hoseok placed one of his bare feet on Yoongi’s shoulder so Yoongi could have better access. “I know.” He gasped as Yoongi brushed over his prostate. He groaned. “Yoongi, kiss me.”
Yoongi did, propping himself up on one arm to kiss his whole world, two fingers inside of him, rubbing over his prostate. Hoseok was so vocal and every sigh and squeak and gasped “fuck,” went straight to Yoongi’s cock, making it leak in anticipation.
Yoongi pulled back to see that Hoseok had pulled his other leg to his chest so Yoongi could have full access. Yoongi introduced a third finger, watching the way he stretched so beautifully over them.
“Yoon,” Hoseok whispered. “Please. Fuck me.”
Yoongi pulled his fingers out and picked up the condom. “Condom.” He said and showed Hoseok, who was afraid of dirtying the bed. He opened it open and discarded the wrapper and rolled it on.
“Is it on?” Hoseok asked.
“Yep.” Yoongi adjusted the towel that had gotten smushed up against Hoseok’s bottom. “It’s on.” He said and settled on it.
Yoongi pressed in, groaning in tandem with Hoseok whose eyes rolled up into his skull. Yoongi went inch by inch, pleasure already making him shudder and giving him goosebumps. He bottomed out and stopped to suck in a cleansing breath before pulling back out.
“Yoongi,” Hoseok said as Yoongi started to slowly fuck him, teasing him with every inch. “Yoongi. Fuck. I love you.” He babbled, spit beading at the corners of his heart-shaped mouth. “I love you so much.”
“I love you,” Yoongi gasped as he picked up speed. “Too.”
Yoongi fucked into Hoseok, keeping one hand on the thigh he was holding up and the other on Hoseok’s dick, covering Hoseok’s own hand as he started pump. Yoongi relished Hoseok’s babbling and his pinched eyebrows and the way his chest and face were flushed red. All of that meant distraction, a break from his own head. Even just for a little bit. And pleasure. Pleasure that Yoongi was giving Hoseok, that Yoongi was the cause of.
“Yoongi!” Hoseok yelled when Yoongi found his prostate. “Fuck! Fuck. I love you.”
“I love you too.” Yoongi chuckled between pants. He loved how sensitive his boyfriend was. He groaned himself again as pleasure made his toes curl. “Fuck. I love you.”
Yoongi slowed back down - not in a rush - and just admired his boyfriend. He ran his fingers down Hoseok’s chest and then back up, finding Hoseok’s nipple. He traced his collarbone and leaned forward to sucked a hickey on top of it.
“Yoongi,” Hoseok’s body started to tense at the same time Yoongi could feel his own pleasure coil tight in his abdomen, pressure getting ready to pop like a cork off of a champagne bottle. “Yoongi, I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna cum.”
“Cum for me, baby.” Yoongi said as he thrusted harder. “Cum for me.”
Hoseok did - his hand covering the head since he tended to shoot and he didn’t want to get any on the bed - and his body shuddered so beautifully around Yoongi. His hole clenched and spasmed around Yoongi’s cock and that was enough to send Yoongi over the edge of his own orgasm.
He came with his eyes clenched tightly shut, the pressure finally popping as Hoseok’s hole milked him dry. He opened his eyes to Hoseok panting and his hand dirty. “Hoseok,” Yoongi said as he came down. “You’re so great.” He mumbled. “Amazing. Beautiful.”
Hoseok chuckled. “Thank you.” He said. “You’re pretty amazing yourself.”
“I’ll clean you up.” Yoongi said. “I just need to…catch my breath.”
“No worries.” Hoseok gave a happy sigh. “No worries.”
Yoongi eventually pulled out, being very, very careful. One time he did accidentally drip cum on the sheets and caused a domino effect of spikes that ended up overwhelming Hoseok into a small breakdown. That was a long night.
He tied the condom off and then threw it away wrapped up in some toilet paper, cleaned himself off and came back with a towel for Hoseok. Hoseok cleaned off his hand and then headed for the shower to rinse the lube off.
Yoongi discarded the towel into the hamper and then got back into bed, exhausted. Both dogs were asleep now - Holly running in his dreams - and it was late, late, late now.
Hoseok came back after his after-sex ritual and climbed back into bed, wrapping himself around Yoongi. Yoongi pressed his nose into Hoseok’s throat as he cuddled his favorite person on earth.
“We should go take a drive up north and rent out a cabin or something with the vacation money.” Hoseok said after a couple of moments.
“That would be nice.” Yoongi mumbled back.
Hoseok shifted so he could press a kiss to Yoongi’s forehead. “I love you.”
“I love you too.” Yoongi said. “I’m sorry you had a rough evening.”
“No worries.” Hoseok said again and Yoongi could feel him smile against Yoongi’s forehead. “No worries when I have you.”