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Half a year ago Hoseok was desperate to find a new place after getting kicked out of the previous one with very little warning. The place was bad and the landlord even worse. Not wanting to spend too many nights on Jimin’s couch, he took a gamble and became roommates with Min Yoongi. Hoseok didn’t know him but Namjoon did and told him that Yoongi was an excellent roommate during his college years. Hoseok trusted his friend’s judgment and that’s how it all started.
At first, he didn’t think that he and his roommate would end up becoming such good friends, and yet here they are. Not that Hoseok had problems with making friends, he had plenty of them. It’s just that Yoongi is an alpha and Hoseok always assumed that alphas (or omegas and betas) are not too interested in becoming friends with humans. Because that’s what Hoseok was — a simple human.
Admittedly he doesn't know a whole lot about alphas (or omegas, or betas). He knows the very basic things about the different sub-genders and the hierarchy within them. Alphas are supposed to be big and domineering, maybe even a little scary if it comes to protecting their partner. Omegas are soft and submissive in nature but they hold all the power in relationships. Being picked by an omega is a big deal (or so Hoseok has heard). Betas are the most common out of the three sub-genders. They are kind of like humans except for the fact that they can shapeshift. Hoseok remembers learning about this in class because he was fascinated by the concept, but that’s all he really knows. He never felt the need to do research on his own and delve deeper into the topic.
He wishes he did, though.
He’s currently sitting on their couch, pretending like he’s still paying attention to the movie they chose after they finished eating dinner. Yoongi fell asleep on his shoulder half an hour ago and Hoseok made the mistake of petting his hair. He only did that because he thought it might help Yoongi sleep better. Yoongi has been looking incredibly tired and stressed because of his work, so naturally like the good friend he is, Hoseok wanted him to get some sleep. He wasn’t expecting the low rumbling sound to emerge from the alpha’s chest.
Hoseok has no idea what that means and he’s too afraid of pulling his hand away because he doesn’t want to accidentally wake up Yoongi.
He feels a little lost and very flustered. Yoongi keeps pushing his head towards his neck, his warm breath caressing his skin and that does all kinds of things to Hoseok. This whole situation would be so much easier if Hoseok wasn't attracted to Yoongi.
He likes that Yoongi feels this comfortable with him, that unconsciously he seems to want to be closer and closer to Hoseok. That the rumbling sound persists and it's almost like the brown noise audio that Hoseok puts on before he goes to sleep.
He doesn't want to fall asleep, although it is an attractive idea. He wouldn't be opposed to laying back and pulling Yoongi on top of him and falling asleep right here on the couch. In the morning, it would be very hard to explain why they stayed in the couch, however. What would he even say?
‘Sorry, I didn’t want to wake you because you looked too cute. Oh, by the way, I totally have a huge crush on you so that was also part of the reason why we slept on the couch. This is so crazy because I don’t even know if alphas date humans. Do humans date alphas? I am having a crisis right now.’
Yeah, no way he’s doing all that. He doesn’t trust himself with a sleepy Yoongi. Although Hoseok hasn’t slept in the same bed as him yet, he has seen him in the morning and Yoongi always looked – as Hoseok often finds himself repeating – adorably grumpy with a permanent pout on his lips. The urge to kiss him is already overwhelming sometimes, so Hoseok chooses to do what is probably the best for him.
His hands slide to his shoulder, gently trying to shake him awake. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees Yoongi scrunching his nose in annoyance then his eyes slowly flutter. It’s so easy to point out the exact moment everything rushes back to Yoongi because he's suddenly sitting straight up and pushing away, his eyes widening as he looks over at Hoseok.
“I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to fall asleep,” Yoongi apologizes quickly, then adds, “on you.” He looks back at the TV and the credits are already rolling on the screen. “I missed the last half of the movie.”
“It’s okay. I don’t mind it,” Hoseok smiles, shrugging, not wanting the older to think that he ruined their night because he didn’t. “You were so tired and still made dinner.” He points at the bandage on Yoongi’s finger. “Not to mention your accident. You cooked with a broken hand.”
Just as expected, the silly exaggeration makes Yoongi smile, his eyes dropping down to his hand.
“It’s only a very small cut. Nothing serious. Comes with the job,” Yoongi corrects lightheartedly. Hoseok moved in six months ago and in that time, he saw maybe three bandages on the other’s hand, which is pretty impressive for him. Working with wood and sharp tools can’t be easy but as far as he knows Yoongi has been doing wood carving for a while now.
“It’s basically a battle wound,” Hoseok insists, catching Yoongi’s gaze. They smile at each other in a way that makes warmth bloom inside Hoseok’s chest. He hasn’t felt like this in a long, long time. He’s not really the type to blush all the goddamn time but there’s something about Yoongi that flusters him endlessly. It’s hard to pinpoint what exactly is the thing that makes him feel like he’s on fire.
Maybe it’s the warmth of his gaze.
Or his whole expression.
Or it could be just the way he looks. Because Yoongi is incredibly attractive and everyone can see that. His brown eyes and pink lips are a deadly combo, and Hoseok has no idea if he would rather get lost in his eyes or drown in his lips. Even his voice draws Hoseok in — the way it rumbles when he’s tired and the way Hoseok can feel his voice resonate in his chest.
It’s a lot to handle day after day. Hoseok’s resolve to keep his feelings hidden is weakening while Yoongi’s beauty persists. He has no bad days. Even when his hair is a mess, it looks good on him somehow.
The moment between them shatters when Yoongi’s smile becomes sadder and eventually, he averts his eyes, leaving Hoseok confused and frowning.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. I just… hoped that this night would go a certain way,” Yoongi mumbles, sounding dejected. Hoseok shifts in his seat, leaning closer to him, his hand sliding down to Yoongi’s waist, his thumb softly caressing. He feels an overwhelming urge to comfort him.
“What do you mean?” Hoseok asks in a way that he hopes sounds patient and kind. Yoongi doesn’t turn his head towards him, but his eyes flicker toward him and somehow, he looks even sadder now.
“You don’t even know it. I fucked it up so badly,” he groans, clearly frustrated with himself. Then he turns his entire body towards him and Hoseok looks down as Yoongi gently takes his hand in his, turning it around so he can gently massage Hoseok’s palm with his thumbs. Hoseok never thought that it would feel so nice. “It wasn’t just our usual dinner. It was supposed to be a romantic dinner.” Hoseok’s eyes dart up, his lips parting in surprise but Yoongi avoids his eyes. “I thought humans like those sorts of things, but I knew something was wrong when the mood wasn’t quite… right. I thought that maybe during the movie, I could— I don’t know. I don’t know what I thought.”
Suddenly the whole night replays in Hoseok’s mind. The whole dinner was the same as always. Yoongi made japchae, which he cooks all the time and then they talked and joked around with each other. Hoseok noticed that whenever he needed something, Yoongi was on his feet, immediately retrieving whatever he needed and he thought that was a bit odd but he didn’t know that Yoongi was doing that because it was supposed to be a date. Hoseok is, however, ecstatic to learn all this.
A wide smile spreads across Hoseok’s face as he asks, “Did you want to make a move on me during the movie and then you fell asleep on me instead?” Yoongi looks incredibly embarrassed but he nods anyway, and Hoseok wants to jump around in the living room from the rush of happiness that floods his body suddenly. “I think most human dates start with someone asking another person if they want to go on a date with them. In that case, everyone knows what’s going on.”
“Oh,” Yoongi breathes. “I didn’t think about that.”
“You’re so cute,” Hoseok notes quietly, feeling his body relax as though something has unraveled inside him. He must be crazy but he knows nothing about dating alphas, and yet he’s ready to jump into it. It’s Yoongi, after all, and he’s always felt so safe with him.
Hope gleams in Yoongi’s eyes, his lips partly open at the compliment. He looks like he wants to say something, the words lingering on his tongue without fully materializing.
Before the tension in the room could become too much, Hoseok leans forward and says, “I like you too, hyung.”
Yoongi’s expression barely shifts but Hoseok knows him well enough by now that he recognizes the excitement on his face. The thing about Yoongi is, he’s very expressive in his own way, although that might not be clear to others. Hoseok sees it, though.
“Really?” Yoongi asks, and Hoseok nods. He doesn’t know what to do suddenly, feeling a bit lost at what to do with his limbs. He wants to be closer to Yoongi somehow, in some way. In any way, really.
“Uh, I don’t know what you usually do when you… Do you hug or kiss?”
“I guess we do a lot more than that sometimes, but a hug would be nice,” Yoongi replies and Hoseok ignores the teasing tone of his voice and the first half of the sentence. He just pulls Yoongi into a hug. Yoongi leans into him harder than he expected and they end up lying across the couch. Yoongi on top of him, their legs tangled in a mess and Hoseok closes his eyes as a happy sigh leaves his lips.
He wasn’t expecting to get a boyfriend today, especially not Yoongi, but he’s so happy that the only thing he can do is hold him tighter and hope that the rapid beat of his heart isn’t too noticeable. His hand returns to Yoongi’s hair and he starts playing with his strands as Yoongi presses his face closer to his neck. His fingertips barely start massaging his scalp before the rumbling starts up again, which Hoseok already expected. However, Yoongi lifts his head, looking terrified and the rumbling stops at once.
“Oh, god,” Yoongi whispers in disbelief. “I’m purring because of you?”
Hoseok’s hand pauses and his lips form a little o. Is that what that sound was? Yoongi was purring even before this? His heart squeezes inside his chest painfully. This is the cutest thing that he’s ever heard of.
“Are you?” Hoseok raises an eyebrow. He didn’t even know alphas could purr a second ago.
“I think so,” Yoongi answers a little flustered. “I’m sorry. I didn’t realize that I was this comfortable with you.”
“You were purring when you were napping earlier too,” Hoseok tells him, and Yoongi lets out a small embarrassed laugh.
“I didn’t know I was so bad at hiding my feelings either,” he shakes his head in disbelief. Hoseok is immensely grateful for that because he would rather do this than keep pining for Yoongi for another few months until one of them finally confesses.
“You really like me,” Hoseok says mostly to himself because he loves the way that sounds. Yoongi gazes into his eyes and nods. All the affection is suddenly crystal clear on his face and Hoseok can’t stop his eyes from flickering down to his lips. His chest is overflowing with yearning for a kiss.
“Yeah.” Yoongi’s voice is so faint that it makes Hoseok look up and he sees that Yoongi is already looking at his lips too with a similar yearning glint in his eyes. The tension thickens and his heartbeat accelerates.
“Kiss me, hyung.” Hoseok barely finishes the request before Yoongi leans forward and presses his lips to his. It’s soft and tentative, and the air shakes around them under the weight of their feelings. Hoseok tilts his head a little and the kiss deepens. Yoongi cradles the back of his neck with a hand, pressing closer and drinking up Hoseok’s surprised gasp. If Yoongi wanted to, he could’ve slipped his tongue inside his mouth and licked across Hoseok’s bottom lip, but instead, he pulls away, resting his forehead against his.
“Can you keep playing with my hair?” Yoongi asks, which surprises Hoseok a little but obliges happily. Yoongi tucks his head under his chin and starts to purr again.
Hoseok is sitting on top of the washing machine watching his lovely boyfriend take out all the clothes from the dryer and folding them carefully. It’s been a few days since they officially became boyfriends and he decided that he wants to know everything about Yoongi and his preferences. The beginning of a relationship is always exciting and makes his chest feel all fuzzy but there’s a twinge of worry too because he’s not dating just anyone. He’s dating Yoongi, who is not human, and Hoseok still doesn’t know a whole lot. He’s been happy just kissing and flirting with him, but he wants more of everything.
“When was your last relationship?” Hoseok asks, swaying his legs back and forth playfully. He knows that Yoongi clearly has never dated a human before, so he’s curious about who he did date before him. “And who was it?”
Yoongi pauses, letting out a thoughtful hum before he answers. “It’s been a while. I dated a beta three or four years ago. It didn’t last long and it was a pretty boring relationship, I’m afraid. So, there’s not much to tell.”
“Have you dated an omega before?” Hoseok inquires, and Yoongi turns his body towards him, holding a pair of socks in his hands.
“Why do you want to know?”
“I don’t know. I’m just curious.”
“I have. That was my first relationship,” Yoongi tells him and there’s a certain tone in his voice that lets Hoseok know that something went wrong with that relationship. He doesn’t want to pry, but…
“I thought dating an omega was an honor,” Hoseok muses, puckering his lips.
“Yeah, that’s what they say,” Yoongi agrees, putting the socks into a basket full of clean clothes. He leans down and takes out a purple t-shirt (Hoseok’s) next. “You know I wanted to become a woodcarver so that I could make gifts for omegas. We are all raised to be very competitive with each other. We are taught that we should want to be with an omega if we can. I was very happy that one took an interest in me, but it wasn’t good for either of us.”
Hoseok tilts his head. “Why not?”
“Well, I realized that when omegas are raised, their heads get filled with how important they are. Do you see where this is going?” Yoongi asks with a toneless voice. The t-shirt joins the others in the basket and gray sweatpants appear in his hand next. Hoseok merely nods. “He didn’t care about anyone but himself, and that really hurt. I wasn’t happy with him but he was happy with me.” Yoongi averts his eyes, shaking his head. “That relationship took a lot out of me, so I just ended it and he had the audacity to be shocked.”
“That sounds awful, hyung. I’m so sorry that you had to experience that,” Hoseok says. He wants to reach out and touch him, comfort him but Yoongi doesn’t look particularly sad, nor does he look like he needs a hug right now.
His boyfriend shrugs, catching his gaze again, and then says with a smirk, “I’ve never been with an alpha before. Although I can’t say I’m interested in dating any of them right now.”
“You better not,” Hoseok says, then sticks his tongue out at him, making Yoongi chuckle.
“What about your relationships?” Yoongi asks, looking him up and down. “Don’t tell me if someone broke your heart because I might break their nose.”
Hoseok laughs at that, his stomach swirling wildly. “No broken hearts. I just had a weird undefined relationship a year ago. I’m not sure if I truly liked him. One day, we were having sex and then the next day we ignored each other for a week. Then rinse and repeat for five months. It was strange. I’m not sure why we kept seeking each other out.” Yoongi has a borderline disgusted expression on his face, so Hoseok asks, “What? Why are you making that face?”
“Don’t talk about having sex with another man,” Yoongi mutters, scrunching his nose.
“You asked,” Hoseok points out, feeling entertained by the idea of Yoongi being jealous of others touching him in the past.
“I know that and I already regret it,” Yoongi scowls as he closes the door of the dryer and takes the basket out of the bathroom, switching it out for another one that has some dirty sheets and pillow covers bunched up in it. “I don’t want to think about my boyfriend’s previous lovers.”
Hoseok shrugs. “Okay, then let’s talk about what you like.”
“What I like?” Yoongi asks, a little confused as he places the basket down in front of the washing machine that Hoseok is currently sitting on top of.
“In bed,” Hoseok clarifies, feeling a little breathless as Yoongi crouches down and spreads Hoseok’s legs so he can pull the door open. This position is already very suggestive and the topic of their conversation is making it even more sexually charged.
Yoongi’s eyes flicker up, a knowing smile tugging at the corner of his lip as he simply says, “I like to top mostly.”
Hoseok flushes, his stomach tingling and fluttering uncontrollably. It’s so easy to imagine Yoongi looming above him, holding him by his waist and pounding into him. Hoseok suddenly desperately wants to know what Yoongi looks like when the pleasure becomes unbearable and he can’t hold back anymore. His throat feels unusually dry and tight out of nowhere.
“Do you?” Hoseok manages weakly. Yoongi looks away, looking pleased as he stuffs the sheets into the machine.
“I do. Do you like to bottom?” Yoongi asks as he closes the door and reaches for the detergent, quickly pouring it into the machine. Even if Hoseok didn’t like it, he thinks he would like it with Yoongi. He can’t imagine it any other way.
“Sure,” Hoseok nods in a way that he hopes looks confident. His eyes are on Yoongi’s hands, settling on top of his thighs, slowly climbing up as he stands between his legs. Yoongi’s fingers slide between his thighs and the top of the machine and just as Hoseok looks up, Yoongi grabs him and pulls him closer until there’s no space between their bodies.
Hoseok lets out a quiet gasp, his hands flying to hold onto his boyfriend’s shoulder. Yoongi smiles at him, almost innocently, and Hoseok thinks he’s going to kiss him because suddenly the air is scorching hot around them, but instead, Yoongi turns his head and starts fiddling with the buttons.
“I know you’ve never been with an alpha before, but don’t worry, sex isn’t any different with us,” Yoongi reassures with a kind, warm voice while the machine is making some beeping noise. “You can trust hyung.”
“I’m mostly excited,” Hoseok confesses as the washing machine comes alive under him and Yoongi redirects his attention back to him, his hands moving across Hoseok’s back, still pulling him closer even though there is no way for them to get any closer.
“Good,” Yoongi whispers as Hoseok locks his legs behind his back. “When the time is right, I promise that I’ll fuck you well. You won’t regret it.”
Before Hoseok can say anything more, Yoongi kisses him. Kisses him like he’s trying to devour him. And Hoseok scrambles to keep up with him, trying his best to show how much he wants Yoongi, too, but he fails. He can’t help but yield under the insistent pressure of his boyfriend’s lips and lets him explore every part of his mouth. It’s an overwhelming feeling to have his lips owned so feverishly by someone else. Hoseok feels almost lightheaded because Yoongi seems to be starving for him and his mind keeps chanting yes, yes, yes. He wants to be wanted and desired like this.
Yoongi’s fingers dig into his back and his teeth sink into Hoseok’s bottom lip, making Hoseok whine into the kiss. Hoseok’s own fingers get tangled up in the older’s hair and Yoongi makes a sound that resembles a growl. Maybe Hoseok shouldn’t find that hot but he does. All the blood is rushing out of his head and he already knows that he’s going to get embarrassingly hard if they don’t stop soon. Not that he wants to stop. If Yoongi wanted to bend him over right here on the washing machine, he would let him.
Apparently, that’s not a thought that occurs to Yoongi because instead of pushing for more, he pulls away again.
Hoseok tries not to stare but the well-kissed look on Yoongi’s face is breathtaking.
“So, the right time is not today?” Hoseok asks, just to make sure. Yoongi wraps his arms around his waist and helps him off the machine. Hoseok’s legs feel like jelly but Yoongi doesn't let him fall.
“Not today,” Yoongi shakes his head then kisses Hoseok’s nose. “But soon.”
“So, what is scenting exactly?” Hoseok asks one day when he can no longer resist the temptation to ask. Yoongi had been staring at his neck for a while and Hoseok had no idea why. It took him a Google search before he got his answer but he refused to look into it too much because he would rather hear the answer from Yoongi himself. Why should he learn from the internet when he has an alpha boyfriend nearby that he can ask?
Yoongi freezes, holding a dirty plate that he was about to wash in the sink after their dinner. It’s almost dramatic the way he shuts the water off, puts the plate down, and turns towards Hoseok, drying his hands with a kitchen cloth.
“It’s a thing that we do sometimes,” Yoongi says slowly like he’s worried that this information will freak Hoseok out. “We have a scent gland on the crock of our necks and— uh, I don’t know how to explain it properly, but basically if I were to scent someone, they would smell like me.”
“What do you smell like?” Hoseok asks curiously. He knows that alphas, betas and omegas have much stronger smells than humans. Unfortunately he can never smell Yoongi because his nose can’t detect it.
“Citrus and honey, or so I’ve been told,” Yoongi smiles a little flustered. Their relationship is still pretty fresh and Yoongi seems to get a little shy when they discuss things like this. It’s adorable, but he hopes Yoongi knows that he doesn’t think it’s weird. He’s just so interesting.
“That sounds really nice,” Hoseok beams. He wishes he could smell him because that combination sounds heavenly. “And so, what does it mean when you scent someone? Is there a purpose to it?”
Yoongi leans against the kitchen sink with his hip, folding his arms over his chest as he says, “I suppose it depends on what sort of relationship they have or what’s the situation. It can be a tool to calm someone down or reassure them. It can be done out of affection. Or if the pair is dating or married, it’s a way to show other people that they belong together.”
Hoseok perks up at that, his eyes sparking from the new information. “We are dating.”
Yoongi bites his lower lip and nods, his eyes jumping between Hoseok’s face and his neck. He looks even more shy now and it doesn’t take a genius to guess that Yoongi wants to scent him and has been for a while now but for some dumb reason, he’s holding back when he shouldn’t have been. Hoseok is interested. He wants to see what Yoongi wants to do with his neck.
“Do you want to scent me?” Hoseok asks, teasingly, his gaze unwavering. Yoongi forces his eyes to stay on Hoseok’s face before nodding again.
“I do and I don’t know why,” he replies, and that takes Hoseok by surprise. Yoongi is confused by his own desires, it seems. “You’re human and I thought I wouldn’t want to do that with you because… well, I’m sorry but you don’t have a scent and I’m not sure mine could get stuck to you. I feel like I shouldn’t want this, but my alpha has been going crazy for you.”
Hoseok softens a little at that and walks closer to Yoongi, placing a calming hand on his waist. He tries not to think about the differences between them because, at the end of the day, they don’t matter. What’s important is that they have a lot of affection and tenderness for each other despite those differences and they both want to be with each other. However, this topic seems to confuse and trouble Yoongi a lot, so Hoseok won’t ignore it.
“Do you want to try to scent me, hyung? Because I’m into it. I don’t know how it’s done but I’ll follow your lead,” Hoseok says encouragingly.
“It’s not complicated. I would be nuzzling your neck for a few minutes,” Yoongi shrugs as he steps closer, invading Hoseok’s space. He looks less shy as he places his hands on Hoseok’s chest, slowly moving them up to his shoulders.
Hoseok’s heart skips a beat.
Nuzzling his neck?
“That sounds like,” Hoseok swallows hard as Yoongi’s thumb brushes against his neck, “we would be very close to each other.”
He knows he must sound childish but they’ve been together for a month now and they haven’t slept with each other yet. Yoongi’s mere proximity makes him go crazy and he doesn’t trust himself to not get hard.
Yoongi’s smile turns into a smirk as he says, “Yes, we would be. Very close. Does that make you nervous?”
“I’m scared it will make me hard,” Hoseok blurts, the tips of his ears burning from the shame. He doesn’t want to freak Yoongi out either, so he thinks it’s better to just admit it, but still… It’s embarrassing that he has to warn his boyfriend about that.
“Don’t worry, we won’t do anything more than scenting,” Yoongi tells him, leaning up to press his lips to Hoseok’s forehead, and Hoseok almost wants to cry out: ‘But why not?’ He doesn’t want to be selfish, so he doesn’t say anything but he doesn’t understand why they are going at a snail's pace. He would've let Yoongi do whatever he wanted with him. Because holy shit, he wants, wants, wants.
“Uh, should we do this on the couch?” he asks instead of begging for Yoongi to touch him all over. There will be time for that later. Maybe another day.
Yoongi nods.
And soon enough Hoseok finds himself lying on the couch with Yoongi on top of him while his heart races erratically inside his chest. He closes his eyes and tilts his head to the side, baring his neck as Yoongi’s nose tentatively touches the spot under his jaw. Hoseok’s hands fist the material of the older’s shirt at his waist as though he needs to ground himself. The heat rises in his body as Yoongi slowly brings his nose down to his shoulder, his mouth skimming his skin gently and Hoseok almost chokes. He didn’t think it would feel this good to let Yoongi scent him but it does. Yoongi is so gentle with him but Hoseok can feel the rapid beat of his heart, the puffs of air leaving through his mouth a little too fast, and then there’s the constant rumbling that’s coming from his chest — the purring. Hoseok wants to think that he’s enjoying this more but he’s not sure because Yoongi has never been this content with laying on top of him on the couch before. He’s been purring at random times when he was very comfortable with Hoseok but this feels different.
Yoongi nuzzles his nose at the base of his neck, greedily inhaling his scent in the process, and that, for some reason, is turning Hoseok on. He can feel the blood rushing downward and he can’t even be embarrassed by that because it feels too good. He’s certain that every other person would be just as into this as he is right now if they were in his position.
“How does this feel for you?” Yoongi murmurs without pulling back.
“G–good,” Hoseok whispers, his hand starts traveling up to Yoongi’s shoulder to hold him tighter. He can’t purr like Yoongi, so he can’t show how much he likes this, the only thing that he can do is cling to him. That should be enough to signal that he doesn’t want Yoongi to pull away.
“God, I swear I can smell you. It’s faint but it’s there, and it’s driving me insane,” Yoongi sighs, his voice is all deep and coarse, thick with something Hoseok can’t name. Yoongi pushes his face even closer to his neck and now his nose and mouth are both brushing against his skin. Hoseok shivers as Yoongi draws a trail up to his neck then down to his shoulder. There’s a sound of a thread ripping — it’s Yoongi pulling at the neck of Hoseok’s hoodie too hard. And Hoseok can’t even react to it because suddenly Yoongi attaches his mouth to a spot on the crook of his neck – probably where his scent gland would be if he wasn’t human – and sucks lightly.
A startled moan slips past Hoseok’s lips, his hips thrusting up on their own accord, and Yoongi makes a noise that almost sounds like a growl, rolling his hips down to meet Hoseok’s. Even fully clothed, it’s not difficult to tell that Yoongi is hard, and so is Hoseok. They are both wearing sweatpants and the friction it creates between their bodies has Hoseok nearly lightheaded. Suddenly his cheeks are so warm and all he can think about is to keep pushing upward until they both come. Yoongi, however, goes very still on top of him, and Hoseok nearly sobs.
“Seok-ah, I’m so sor—”
“Please, don’t stop,” Hoseok interrupts quickly. He’s fully aware that his voice sounds desperate but he doesn’t care. He grabs Yoongi’s ass with both hands, trying to get him to start moving again, and luckily his boyfriend moans against his neck and gives in.
Yoongi starts rocking his hips to meet him and Hoseok curls his leg around the back of the other’s thigh, trying to decrease the distance between them even more. He wants to be as close as he can to Yoongi. His cock twitches as Yoongi starts scraping his teeth on his skin ever so softly, rutting against him even harder.
“Fuck, hyung,” Hoseok moans, bringing his hands to the other’s waist, gripping him hard enough to bruise. He doesn’t remember sex feeling this good with other people, which is crazy because they aren’t even having sex. They are just humping each other like horny teenagers and it’s somehow better than anything else Hoseok ever experienced.
Yoongi pulls back, bracing himself on his forearm by Hoseok’s head. His eyes are a little glossy and unfocused, his cheeks almost as red as his lips. He looks so gone that Hoseok almost loses his mind.
“Kiss me, hyung, please, kiss me,” Hoseok begs, and Yoongi does exactly that.
He licks into his mouth, purring even louder, his thrusts becoming all over the place and Hoseok tangles his fingers into his hair. Yoongi kisses him like he’s starving for him, like he wants to devour Hoseok in a single bite, like he’s been holding back for too long and now he can’t do anything except want more. Hoseok kisses him back with the same intensity because it’s been torture to have Yoongi as his boyfriend and not do anything sexual yet. He’s been wanting him so badly. The desperation that fuels Yoongi’s hips is the same desperation that’s filling up Hoseok’s lungs. It all feels so fucking good. Too good even, so it’s not a surprise when Yoongi moans into his mouth, his body shaking as he comes into his sweatpants. Hoseok’s fist tightens in Yoongi’s hair and at the next thrust, he comes too.
Maybe they should be both embarrassed that they came so quickly from this but when Yoongi lays his forehead against his, Hoseok giggles, relaxing his fingers in the older’s hair, and presses a quick kiss to his boyfriend's lips.
“That was so hot,” he breathes, enjoying the pleasant buzz that sets into his bones. It takes him a second to notice that Yoongi is purring (again? still?) and his body is starting to go lax. “Does this always happen at scenting?”
“No, it doesn’t,” Yoong replies, lifting his head so they can look at each other again. “I think I just like you a little too much.”
“I like you a lot, hyung,” Hoseok confesses, moving his hand to cup Yoongi's cheek. Yoongi closes his eyes and leans into it. “I like your purr, too.”
Yoongi’s eyes immediately flutter open, widening a little at that statement, his lips parting in surprise. “Really?”
“Yeah. Don’t laugh but it’s like ASMR to me. It makes me feel so relaxed and calm. I feel like I could fall asleep like this,” Hoseok admits. His eyes are already feeling heavy and it’s not just the orgasm. It’s Yoongi himself and the constant rumble coming from his chest. He can feel it resonating in his bones, wanting to lull him to sleep.
“That makes me really happy,” Yoongi says with a shy smile on his lips. “I’m usually not like this. I don't tend to purr this much, but you’re making me so happy and content… It just keeps happening and I can’t stop it.”
Hoseok cradles his face with his other hand too and says, “I don’t want you to stop.” Then pulls him into a gentle kiss.
He knows they should probably shower because he’s going to be so grossed out if they keep lying here. The last thing he wants is his come to dry in his sweatpants but when Yoongi’s lips glide across his, his tongue licking his upper lip, it’s too hard to pull away. So, he lets the kiss keep going for a bit, lets Yoongi’s tongue glide across his tongue, lets himself swallow the little noise his boyfriend makes when his hand slides down to his shoulders. What’s a moment of discomfort compared to the ocean of care that hides behind Yoongi’s every move?
Even though Yoongi told him that gifts played a big role in their community, an important part of courting and maintaining relationships, somehow Hoseok didn’t expect to get anything from him. He wasn’t an omega, after all.
Of course, humans still give each other smaller or bigger presents. It’s very common as well, but the intent feels different in his head for some reason. He can’t explain why he feels that way but he does. He doesn’t need to be courted or wooed at all, he’s already incredibly infatuated with Yoongi. Yoongi cooks them dinner so frequently that it feels like a present on its own. Hoseok is always happy to come home and not worry about cooking because Yoongi already did it.
No one has ever treated him quite as well as Yoongi. It makes him feel safe and content. As it turns out, having an alpha boyfriend is pretty great, way better than Hoseok thought it would be. Yoongi is so attentive, kind, and careful with him. Dating him feels like winning the lottery every day.
One day, Hoseok gets home before Yoongi does and he starts making some Japchae for them. He’s almost done sauteing the vegetables when the entrance door makes a clicking noise and a few seconds later a rosy-cheeked Yoongi steps into the kitchen. Hoseok immediately notices the way his hand is hiding behind his back.
“Hi, Yoon,” Hoseok beams before turning back to the stove and switching off the heat. He only needs to combine everything with the sauce and their dinner is ready. He thinks he deserves a kiss for that.
“Hey, Seokseok-ah,” Yoongi greets him as Hoseok steps closer to him. They both lean toward each other, exchanging a quick but sweet kiss. As soon as they pull away, Hoseok looks down at Yoongi’s hand then back at his face, raising an eyebrow.
“Do you have something for me?”
Yoongi smiles. “Yes, I bought this for you.”
Yoongi holds out his hand and in the middle of his palm there’s a candle from a brand he’s not familiar with. On the white packaging, there’s a text written in bold letters: scent'd. Hoseok looks back at his boyfriend’s face curiously.
“A candle? Thank you, hyung. We can put it on—”
“It’s not just a candle,” Yoongi interrupts him, holding the item closer to Hoseok’s face. “This company makes candles based on our scents. It’s customized.” Hoseok notices that under the brand name, in a smaller front, it says: Honey and Citrus. His stomach flutters. That’s Yoongi’s scent. “I’m not sure how but in the process, the scent transforms and humans are also able to smell it. I-I know you never said that you wanted to know my scent, bu—”
This time, it’s Hoseok interrupting Yoongi. “Of course I want to know how you smell. I had no idea that there was a way. I didn’t mention it because I didn’t want you to feel bad.”
Yoongi lets out a huge, relieved breath, chuckling a little, and then his other hand wraps around Hoseok’s biceps, gently holding him.
“That’s really good to hear. I’ve been worried the whole car ride that I’m being too selfish because I want you to know my scent. But most importantly, my alpha wants you to like it too,” Yoongi confesses, and Hoseok is happy to hear him speak so honestly. It means so much that Yoongi keeps trying to make both of them comfortable and happy. That he’s not only interested in making Hoseok happy but himself as well because Hoseok could not guess on his own that this is something important to Yoongi. When it comes to alpha needs, he needs Yoongi to lead him.
“I don’t see how I could not like honey and citrus, hyung,” Hoseok reassures, then nods toward the general direction of where the match should be. “Light it before my heart stops from all this excitement.”
Yoongi chuckles and pulls away, heading toward the drawer, and Hoseok is right there after him, not wanting to miss a second of it. There’s a plan slowly developing in the back of his mind in the meantime.
Yoongi lights the candle and places it on the counter, turning around to face Hoseok with curious yet anxious eyes. Hoseok moves closer, crowding his boyfriend against the counter and pushing the candle towards the middle of it so Yoongi can’t accidentally lean too close to the flame.
“What are you doing?” Yoongi asks, looking confused.
“What does this look like? I’m going to scent you,” Hoseok smiles and sees Yoongi’s eyes widen just barely before he presses his lips to the base of his neck. Yoongi doesn’t scent him every day but it has become a regular thing that they do now every few days and Hoseok learned exactly where his scent gland would be if he had one, so it’s child's play to find it on Yoongi.
That spot is invisible to the eye but he knows he found it when his lips graze a patch of skin that feels a bit harder and smoother. He inhales harshly and he can smell the scent of the candle perfectly. Yoongi almost smells like a lemon loaf cake and Hoseok lets out a pleased hum.
“Knew you would smell amazing,” Hoseok murmurs, and Yoongi gasps, his hand gripping the back of his shirt, his spine curving backward to give Hoseok more space. It encourages Hoseok to keep going, so he does.
He teases that spot with his nose and mouth, brushing against it softly while he keeps breathing in the candle’s (Yoongi’s) scent, and he understands why this is something that they like doing because he’s enjoying himself way more than he thought he would. He likes the closeness, the way Yoongi clings to him, and his scent. He wants Yoongi to know that, so he wraps his arms around his waist, pulling their body closer as he traces a path up his boyfriend’s neck. He playfully nips at his jaw, which makes Yoongi let out a little hiss.
“We might need a bigger candle because now I want to smell you all the time,” Hoseok whispers, his voice deeper suddenly. He doesn’t just want to smell Yoongi; he wants to do this again. He wants to pretend-scent him over and over again because it makes the older happy.
“God, you’re so perfect,” Yoongi groans, his grip only tightening, and Hoseok is surprised by the way Yoongi turns them around, pushing Hoseok against the counter now with surprising strength. He doesn’t have time to wonder if perhaps Yoongi is stronger than he looks because his boyfriend buries his face into his neck and starts scenting Hoseok too.
Without thinking, Hoseok leans forward and nuzzles Yoongi’s neck again. It hits him then, how crazy all this truly is. He’s standing in an embrace with his alpha boyfriend and they are just scenting each other in the kitchen like it’s no big deal. He never thought this would be something that he wanted to do, or that he would be able to do this with anyone at all. Yet, he’s here and he’s loving it.
All of this is somehow making him fall even harder for Yoongi and he’s letting himself fall because it feels good and right. It feels crazy because he’s never fallen for anyone this quickly. He already knows that he could sayI love you to Yoongi and the words would ring true. However, this is not a situation that requires a lot of words, so Hoseok keeps scenting him and holding him close instead.
Time vanishes entirely in his mind until Yoongi decides to pull back. His hair is sticking out on the side, his face is flushed and there’s an awfully soft glow in his eyes. He looks like he’s feeling all the emotions that Hoseok does and then some more. His hands slide under Hoseok’s shirt, warm calloused palms pressed against the small of his back.
“You exceed all my expectations. You’re amazing. You know that, right?” Yoongi whispers, his words are even warmer than his hands and Hoseok almost wants to stay in this moment forever. It feels like Yoongi is falling for him just as hard and that’s a moment to be treasured.
“Am I making you happy?” Hoseok asks, despite the clear signs of happiness on his boyfriend’s face. He just wants to hear him say it because deep down he needs the reassurance that he’s doing a good job at being his boyfriend. He wants Yoongi to be happy with him.
“So, so happy.” Yoongi kisses him slowly and tenderly then, like he has all the time in the world, and Hoseok cups his cheeks and melts into him.
Everything feels so perfect in that moment; the only things missing are Yoongi’s purr and the three little words that keep trying to claw their way up Hoseok’s throat, begging to be uttered. Hoseok swallows the words down and deepens the kiss. He thinks (hopes ) that Yoongi also feels those words, and for now, that’s enough for him. He doesn’t want to rush into anything too fast. He has to keep reminding himself that even though it feels like he’s been dating Yoongi for years, that’s not true. They only recently started sleeping in the same bed and have yet to sleep with each other because for some reason Yoongi keeps delaying it and saying ‘later’ or ‘soon’. Hoseok is fine with waiting. He’ll wait as much as Yoongi wants him to. The kisses and the occasional handjobs are enough for him.
“I have to finish our dinner,” Hoseok sighs when they pull away. “It’s almost ready.”
“Oh, right. I forgot about that,” Yoongi admits with raised eyebrows. He looks so cute that Hoseok kisses him swiftly again.
“We could cuddle after if you want,” Hoseok offers with a small smile. His favorite thing has become them cuddling in bed while Yoongi quietly purrs on top of him. There’s just nothing like it.
“Can I scent you more?” Yoongi asks, pulling his hands away from Hoseok’s body. Hoseok already misses his touch.
“As much as you want,” he promises before turning around and blowing out the candle.
As it turned out, Hoseok didn’t need to wait too long for their first time to happen. Their cuddling sessions that only happened every few days became an everyday thing and so did Yoongi scenting him. All the soft touches and whispers led to Hoseok getting hard, which was a little embarrassing because he got turned on way more often than Yoong did. However, he has to admit that it was worse when Yoongi also had a hard-on. Trying to resist the temptation to escalate things was the sweetest torture that he has ever had to endure.
It was during one of these cuddling sessions when instead of pulling away, Yoongi finally pushed closer and closer and the whole mood changed. Desperate kissing turned into Yoongi kissing down his body which led to him fingering Hoseok and before they both knew it, Yoongi was pushing his cock inside him. Although it was entirely unplanned, it was perfect in its own imperfect way. They were both a little awkward and a bit too desperate. Hoseok’s hand kept shaking and Yoongi made sure to hold it whenever he could. It was probably the best first time that Hoseok had with anyone. He wasn’t worried about disappointing Yoongi in any way. He wanted more, and so did his boyfriend.
He didn’t pay attention to it then, but the more time they had sex, the more Hoseok realized that this wasn't what he imagined sex would be like with an alpha. He thought that they were more intense, more domineering, but Yoongi wasn’t like that at all.
Not even right now, when he’s leaning against a bunch of pillows and Hoseok is in his lap riding him. Hoseok jokingly told him not to move and Yoongi took it seriously. He’s just looking at Hoseok with so much adoration and awe in his eyes and he’s entirely motionless except for his fist that keeps shaking next to his body. Hoseok would feel bad if the idea of Yoongi shaking from the desire to touch him wasn’t turning him on.
“Are you enjoying yourself?” Hoseok teases as his hips shift back and forth in small and measured movements, not focused on making either of them come just yet, he merely wants to enjoy the pleasure slowly simmering in his lower stomach. He was a little worried early on that maybe Yoongi’s cock would be too big or thick because that is the stereotype that everyone hears about alphas. Yoongi is definitely not small. He is probably the biggest Hoseok ever had but it’s not painful or uncomfortable at all. He fits inside him perfectly and Hoseok is a bit addicted to it.
“How could I not? You look so beautiful like this,” Yoongi replies, his voice trembling at the end of the sentence when Hoseok clenches around him. Hoseok leans forward, placing his hand on the other’s chest.
“Do you want to touch me?”
“Yes, yes,” Yoongi groans, his hand twitching.
“I really want you to touch me too,” Hoseok confesses and that’s enough for Yoongi to finally move and wrap his hand around his cock. Although his palm is dry, Hoseok’s cock is wet from his pre-come and the slide of his boyfriend brings him nothing but pleasure. Hoseok moans, letting his head fall back as he starts thrusting into his fist. Yoongi’s other hand grips his thigh like it’s a reminder that he’s there. Yoongi runs his thumb over the tip of his cock and Hoseok shivers, gasping, his fingers digging into his boyfriend’s chest.
“I can’t come like this,” Hoseok complains. It feels so good but it’s not enough. He needs Yoongi to push him against the sheets with a hand on his back and fuck him like he means it. It’s nice that Yoongi can stay still and be pliant but… “I need more, hyung-ah.”
“Why not? You’re doing so good,” Yoongi purrs, both of his hands coming up to wrap around Hoseok’s wrists. Hoseok nearly sobs because now he definitely can’t come, not without Yoongi stroking him.
“Please, Yoon,” Hoseok pleads, and finally Yoongi relents, tugging at his arms to pull him forward.
“Come here, baby,” Yoongi murmurs. Hoseok leans forward, his forehead resting on his boyfriend’s chest, his hands loosely grasping his shoulders. Yoongi shifts under him, his lips brushing against the top of his head as he plants his feet on the mattress and wraps an arm around Hoseok’s back.
Yoongi thrusts up and Hoseok chokes, his eyes falling shut. He realizes that he doesn’t enjoy bouncing on his lap nearly as much as he enjoys Yoongi fucking him. Yoongi rolls his hips so well, moving in and out, the tip of cock grazing his prostate a little too perfectly. It’s so good that Hoseok’s toes curl and his lips part in a silent moan.
Yoongi’s hands slide down his body, grabbing his ass cheeks and spreading him open as he whispers, “There you go, puppy.”
His cock slides even deeper inside Hoseok’s hole, stretching him so nicely. Hoseok’s eyes roll to the back of his head and he thinks he’s moaning but he’s not too sure because all he can concentrate on is the way Yoongi feels inside him. He feels like he’s going insane and the pleasure is burning up every cell in his body one by one. It’s wild and it’s taking over everything. Hoseok’s cock rubs against Yoongi’s stomach, the slide is wet with his pre-come and normally he wouldn’t be able to come just from this but judging from the way the pleasure is eating him up from the inside, today he can come just from Yoongi’s cock.
“Shhh! The neighbors’ gon–gonna complain,” Yoongi grunts, his voice faint, and Hoseok has no idea what he’s talking about. Even if he wanted to answer, he couldn’t. He is too gone to put a proper sentence together.
Instead, he buries his face into Yoongi’s chest, his nails digging into the other’s shoulder. Yoongi continues to pound into him as Hoseok’s cock rubs against his boyfriend’s soft stomach and then Hoseok’s body tenses, trembling as everything gets too much and finally comes. He thinks Yoongi is whispering praises, calling him puppy again and Hoseok goes boneless in his arms.
He’s grasping at the edge of his consciousness when he feels Yoongi pull out of him, tucking his cock between his cheeks. It only takes him a few thrusts before he’s spilling right over Hoseok’s rim with a strangled shout.
It takes him an incredible amount of effort to lift his head to finally look at Yoongi. His boyfriend’s eyes are closed, his lips slightly parted and his chest is covered in scratches. Hoseok blinks at the marks in surprise.
Oh, that’s his doing.
He did that.
Yoongi peers down at him then at his chest and Hoseok flushes bright red. He’s never been so into sex that he lost control of himself and didn’t know what he was doing. It’s both scary and… hot. But that’s not the only unusual thing that happened.
“You called me a puppy,” Hoseok states. Yoongi has never done that before. He drops a few pet names here and there, like baby or sunshine, and Hoseok really likes them. Puppy just feels different somehow.
“You were moaning and clawing at me like you were getting knotted and it just slipped out,” Yoongi explains, running a hand through his sweaty hair. “Do you hate it?”
Hoseok’s eyes widen. Knotted? He knows what that means. Yoongi showed him where his knot forms on the base of cock. He also knows that alphas knot their partner during their rut and… The whole idea of Yoongi knotting him buries itself deep into his brain. Would he like that? Would Yoongi like that?
“I don’t know,” Hoseok answers with some uncertainty. He didn’t pay attention to the way that pet name made him feel. “Use it again and I’ll tell you.”
A lazy smile spreads across Yoongi’s lips as he reaches for Hoseok. “C’mere, puppy. ‘m missing your kisses.”
Hoseok leans up and kisses him, ignoring the way his stomach flutters. The kiss lingers for a second too long then he pulls back with a sigh.
“I like it,” Hoseok concludes. Yoongi laughs softly, his hand running down his side, caressing his skin soothingly.
“You’re too cute, but you gotta let me get up so I clean both of us up,” Yoongi tells him and Hoseok groans dramatically. He hates how Yoongi always does this. He immediately wants to take care of them while all Hoseok wants to do is cuddle.
“Will you scent me then purr me to sleep if I let you go?” Hoseok asks, fully aware of how needy he sounds. He swears it’s not his fault, though. It’s so easy to get addicted to Yoongi and his attention.
“You know I don’t control my purrs. Make me feel good and then it’ll happen naturally,” Yoongi says, his hands grasping Hoseok’s hips to lift him, but Hoseok is still holding onto his shoulder.
“I thought I already made you feel good a minute ago,” Hoseok frowns. Yoongi’s come on his ass should be enough proof of that.
“You made my dick feel good,” Yoongi clarifies as he switches to a new tactic and rolls them over so Hoseok is lying on his back. “Now you have to make my heart feel good too.”
“I can do that,” Hoseok smiles as love fills up the spaces between his ribs. He wasn’t expecting it but he fell so hard for Yoongi so quickly. He wants to open his mouth and tell him what he means to him, how happy he makes Hoseok every day. It’s been almost two months now and the words are almost suffoc—
Yoongi kisses his forehead and whispers, “I know.”
Hoseok knew there would be a day when they would need to talk about it. Everyone knows that alphas have ruts and omegas have heats and that’s just how it is. Yoongi didn’t bring up the topic, not until it started to affect him. Hoseok noticed that something changed when Yoongi was a little needier than usual when he scented him way longer than he normally would, but he didn’t say anything because he didn’t think it meant anything.
However, Yoongi is standing in front of him in their living room, and with a nervous expression, he’s telling him that he’s probably going to have his rut in a week or so, and now it all makes sense to Hoseok.
“So, what do we do?” Hoseok asks, folding his arms over his chest. He doesn’t know specifically what he can do as a human, or if he can help at all in some way. He would love to, but like always, he needs Yoongi to let him know what he needs.
“Well, I could check into a hotel and spend my rut there. I probably can’t stay here because even though I am very much in control of myself during my ruts, I would get too needy if I knew that you’re so close to me, and I would miss you too much,” Yoongi says, presenting one of their options. It makes Hoseok pout. He doesn’t want Yoongi to stay here and miss him, nor does he want him to go away because then Hoseok would miss him. Even if ruts don’t last longer than three days, that feels awfully a lot to him. “Or if you’d like… you could spend it with me.”
“Can I?” Hoseok blurts out without thinking. “I can be there and touch you?”
Yoongi smiles softly, shrugging. “If that’s what you want. And yes, it would involve a lot of touching and knotting.”
Knotting. There’s that word again that has been bugging Hoseok since the day Yoongi said. Despite not knowing what it feels like, he wants that for some reason. It feels exciting to experience something that wasn’t really meant for humans.
“I can take a… knot?” Hoseok squints.
“You definitely can,” Yoongi nods, walking closer. A finger slides under Hoseok’s chin, making Hoseok unable to look away from him. “I bet you’ll enjoy it, too.”
Hoseok knows Yoongi is just joking because of his mischievous smile, but that simple sentence makes his bones feel like jelly. It echoes inside his brain alongside a ‘c’mere puppy’.
“I want to be there,” Hoseok decides, feeling like a fraud because helping Yoongi is only one part of the reason why he’s agreeing to it. He wants to be knotted and praised for it. He could easily tell Yoong that; he would never shame him for something like this, but the realization is still fresh in his mind and he almost feels ashamed. He’s human, after all. He shouldn’t want this but he does.
It finally happens in the middle of the night and Hoseok wakes up to a hand clutching at his forearm. Hoseok groans, turning around blindly in the darkness before he reaches toward his nightstand and switches on his bedside lamp. His vision is still blurry when he turns back to Yoongi. He blinks rapidly then his breath stutters when he takes his boyfriend in: hazy eyes and flushed cheeks, laying on his stomach, his hips rolling against the mattress under the blanket. It hits him all at once and suddenly he feels very awake.
“Shit, your rut has started, hasn’t it?” Hoseok asks, scooting towards him, running a hand down Yoongi’s spine and Yoongi immediately lets out a whine. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” Yoongi shakes his head. “Ju—just your touch feels nice. My rut makes me more sensitive. And I really need you, Seok-ah.”
Hoseok feels like a mess, unsure of what he should do. They have talked about what Yoongi will need in great detail. As Hoseok is a human, he won’t be able to keep up with Yoongi because he just can’t come as much, and Yoongi said that he doesn’t need to fuck him, but he does need him to stay close, to touch him and to talk to him. Yoongi was blushing furiously when he asked Hoseok if he could refer to him as alpha a few times as well. Hoseok feels very comfortable with everything that they discussed and he knows his own limits.
He takes a few deep breaths to organize his thoughts and come up with a plan because Yoongi fucking him right now is not an option. Hoseok gently cups the side of Yoongi’s face and Yoongi tries his best to lean into it.
“I need to stretch myself open first. Can you make yourself come while I do that?” Hoseok asks gently, and Yoongi nods slowly. That’s all Hoseok needs and he quickly scrambles to find the lube and shed his clothing in the process. His hands shake a little as he throws his socks off the bed and lays back down on the bed, the smell of strawberry hits him full after he opens the bottle. They stocked up on a lot of lube the last few days and buying only regular ones seemed a bit boring, so Hoseok suggested buying some of the flavored ones as well. It’s not like Yoongi will be eating him out but a little diversity can’t hurt. He coats two of his fingers and lifts them to his lips, sticking his tongue out to taste them. He turns towards Yoongi, wanting to see his reaction, but Yoongi isn’t looking at him. The older is sitting up to pull his shirt over his head and Hoseok watches him with his fingers slipping inside his mouth as Yoongi pushes the blanket away then reaches for a pillow and stuffs it between his crotch and the mattress. Hoseok moans at the sight of that.
Yoongi humping his pillow and probably wishing that it was Hoseok? Fuck, it’s so hot. Hoseok’s entire body is on fire. Yoongi adjusts the pillows between his thighs before he starts thrusting against it, his head lolls back and his lips part in a silent moan. Hoseok pulls his fingers out of his mouth and decides that the strawberry tastes too artificial and too sweet to his liking. He trails his fingers down his chest and stomach, avoiding his cock altogether and sliding down to his rim immediately. He circles his finger gently before he pushes two fingers inside. He doesn’t want to waste time and draw this out.
Yoongi’s head dips forward and he finally looks at Hoseok, letting out a frustrated whine. Hoseok smiles reassuringly and holds a hand out for him and Yoongi takes it.
“I’m so glad you’re here, Seok-ah,” Yoongi pants, his body curling over the pillow without his hips pausing for even a second. His eyes move from Hoseok’s face down to where his hand is moving between his thighs. “I fe–feel like I’m losing my mind. I want you so much. I’ve never felt this way before.”
“What way?” Hoseok asks, spreading his legs so his fingers can go even deeper. He doesn’t think Yoongi can go slow so he has to stretch himself as much as he can. He scissors his fingers while trying to avoid his prostate.
“I don’t know. You’re the only thing that matters. I wanna to–touch you and be near you,” Yoongi explains, his voice surprisingly shaky. His hand tightens around Hoseok’s hand and his hip switches from broad movements to smaller ones, more precise. He looks so frustrated that Hoseok starts moving his hand faster and Yoongi doesn’t look away from it.
“It’s okay. You’re going to be inside me soon. It’s going to be you touching me,” Hoseok reassures as best as he can. He pushes his third finger inside him, his back arching and his chest heaving from the pleasure that runs up his spine. Yoongi makes another desperate little sound, burying his face halfway into the pillow.
“Fuck, I can’t come like this. It feels so… wrong,” Yoongi complains, his words slurring. He stops moving against the pillow and lets go of Hoseok's hand.
“I’m almost done, baby,” Hoseok promises, twisting his fingers inside him, gasping when he accidentally grazes his prostate. Yoongi runs a hand over his face as he sits up, pushing his pillow out of the way and then removing his pants and underwear. Hoseok’s mouth dries, his cock twitching. Yoongi looks disheveled and hungry and it’s an awfully hot look on him. His eyes only seem to darken even more as he crawls between Hoseok’s spread legs, running a hand down his inner thighs. Hoseok feels his heart skip a few beats because Yoongi is eying him like he’s already imagining that he’s inside him. The desperation grows tenfold in his lungs.
“So fucking pretty,” Yoongi whispers before leaning down to press a kiss to his thigh. “All mine.”
Hoseok can’t take it anymore. He sighs as he pulls his fingers out, wiping them on the sheets.
“It’s all yours,” Hoseok agrees with an amused tilt to his voice. “C’mon, take it.”
Yoongi doesn’t need any more encouragement than that. He slicks himself up with that awful strawberry lube and with a hand, he aligns his cock with Hoseok’s hole and slowly pushes inside him. Hoseok can’t tear his eyes away from Yoongi for even a second. He feels mesmerized to his core — the way he throws his head back, his mouth forming an o, his eyes closed and his eyebrows bunched up from bliss. It makes it look like Yoongi found heaven between his thighs and that makes Hoseok want to let out a flustered giggle or hide behind his palms. It’s not fair that Yoongi gets to make him this way, so he decides to rile him up a little.
“Gonna knot me, alpha?” Hoseok asks, trying not to laugh at the way Yoongi’s eyes fly open so quickly or at the way his cock twitches inside him. Hoseok can’t help but feel pleased by his reaction. Yoongi’s shocked expression transforms quickly and he starts smiling in disbelief instead.
“Oh, you’re really trying to tease me, right now?”
“That’s not a no.”
Yoongi leans over him, not in a menacing or scary manner. It’s protective, warm, and full of care. He puts a hand behind Hoseok’s knee, readjusting it so it’s hooked over his shoulder. Hoseok shivers as Yoongi keeps leaning forward, making his cock shift inside him.
“Yes, I’m going to knot you, puppy,” Yoongi tells him, his voice resembling so much like honey. “Then I’m going to do it over and over again because I can’t resist you.”
“Hyung,” Hoseok gasps, his eyes screwing shut as Yoongi’s hand secures his leg against his body. “Do it.”
Yoongi captures his lips in a scorching kiss, his other hand finding its place next to Hoseok’s head and then he finally starts moving his hips. Just as predicted, there is nothing soft or careful about the way Yoongi fucks him. His intention is clear as day: he wants to come quickly and knot Hoseok. Warmth explodes in Hoseok’s stomach as he whines into the kiss. He wants to move his hips but he can’t because of the way Yoongi is folding him nearly in half. His hips are a few inches above the mattress and he can’t do anything except take it and let Yoongi thrust into him as he wants.
Yoongi pulls away from his lips in order to kiss Hoseok’s face all over. On his cheek, his nose, his chin, his forehead, his jaw, then down his neck until he’s nuzzling it. And that’s new – Yoongi has never scented him during sex before, but Hoseok has no complaints. He just turns his head to the side, his hand curling around his boyfriend’s nape and letting him do what he wants.
“Yoon,” Hoseok moans, one of his hands tightening around Yoongi’s neck while the other is gripping the sheets helplessly. Yoongi’s cock slides deep inside him, brushing against his prostate with almost every thrust and it’s maddening that Hoseok already feels like he’s getting close to coming. “Hyungie, faster, please!”
Yoongi growls against his neck, letting Hoseok’s leg fall from his shoulder. His hands wrap around Hoseok’s waist, and the whole angle of his thrust changes suddenly, making both of them moan as Hoseok clenches around him. Hoseok’s almost worried his heart might fall out of his chest, Yoongi keeps slamming into him that hard. It’s almost animalistic the way his boyfriend exudes pure desperation to make them both come.
“I ne–need you, pup,” Yoongi groans against Hoseok’s cheek, gently nipping at his skin. Hoseok lets go of the sheet and curls it around Yoongi’s back immediately, his nails cutting into his side. “Need you so bad.”
“You have me, alpha. ‘m all yours,” Hoseok whispers, and Yoongi presses his forehead against his temple like he wants to melt into Hoseok’s body. “C’mon, you can knot me. I’m ready for you.”
Yoongi’s entire body twitches. Then his hands slide under Hoseok’s body, stopping at the small of his back and lifting his ass into the air. Yoongi bottoms out, moving his hips in small circles.
“Fuck, gonna knot you soon. Not go–gonna pull out so it won’t hurt you,” Yoongi mutters, almost drunkenly from pleasure. “I’m not gonna hurt my baby.”
Hoseok just nods. Not that he needed reassurance, he already knew that Yoongi would never hurt him on purpose, but those words still made his body sing with love. He wraps a hand around his cock and starts stroking himself way faster than Yoongi’s hips move. His thigh shakes and his back arches a little because the pleasure feels so overwhelming yet so fucking perfect. He doesn’t need much. He’s almost there.
“So perfect. Mine,” Yoongi continues to ramble. “Ah, my everything. Fuck, why are y–you so perfect for me? So fucking beautiful.”
Hoseok sobs as he feels a sudden pressure building inside him and it takes him half a second to realize that he’s feeling Yoongi’s knot growing and expanding inside him, and Yoongi moans into his ear, like this is the best thing he’s ever felt. Hoseok’s body suddenly goes taut for a second before he starts shaking with the force of his orgasm as he spills over his fist. He’s clenching down on Yoongi’s cock hard and a second later Yoongi groans and convulses, pressing his cock as deep as he can into Hoseok and he’s coming too, knotting Hoseok in the process.
Hoseok’s head gets all airy and it feels like his whole body is laying on a thick, fluffy cloud, and he just gets lost in that sensation. He’s never felt anything like this but all he can concentrate on is how good Yoongi’s knot feels inside him. He feels so full and so content. He can’t even open his eyes to check on Yoongi. All he can do is float and let it all take him somewhere else. Subconsciously, he feels when Yoongi lowers his body before he starts shaking again and fills Hoseok with another load of come.
It takes a few minutes before he can open his eyes and take in his surroundings. Yoongi is still inside him and leaning over him as he scents Hoseok all over again. Although the gesture is void of any nuzzling, Yoongi is just softly biting his entire shoulder, over and over again. He only pulls back when Hoseok lets out a heavy sigh.
“Welcome back, Hoseok-ah,” Yoongi smiles at him boyishly, tucking a strand of Hoseok’s hair away from his sweaty face. “I lost you there for a second. Are you okay?”
Hoseok wants to laugh. Is he seriously asking him if he’s okay?
“God, so much better than just okay,” Hoseok groans, lifting his arms above his head for a stretch. “You didn’t say that getting knotted felt like that.”
Yoongi looks at him suspiciously. “Like what?”
“Really fucking amazing. Like I was laying on cotton candy,” Hoseok explains. If he knew that it would be this good, he would have been even more eager to join Yoongi’s rut.
Yoongi raises his eyebrows, still eyeing him skeptically, which Hoseok doesn’t understand. “I’m not sure if this is part of your dirty talk, or…”
Hoseok frowns.
Wait, what?
Why would Yoongi think that he’s just saying that to sound hot or whatever? Isn’t knotting supposed to feel good? Isn’t that how sex works?
“Yoon, I’m being serious here.”
Yoongi’s skepticism melts away, quickly replaced by disbelief. “Did we… just discover that you have a thing for knotting? Because I read a few human’s experiences with getting knotted and some are okay with it while others don’t really like it. But you…”
Hoseok has no clue what to say to that. It sounds a lot like he likes it more than others but it’s not like he needs to figure this out right away. Yoongi’s knot will deflate soon and then he’ll get hard again and then they will find out, so Hoseok’s not worried about it.
His attention drops down to the side of Yoongi’s neck. A few red scratch marks blooming on his pale skin. He sighs, almost disappointed in himself. He gently traces it with his index finger.
“Fuck, your knot is so good that I keep trying to skin you. I’m sorry, hyung,” Hoseok says with some remorse in his voice, his hand sliding up to cup his boyfriend’s face.
Yoongi shakes his head. “It’s fine. I like it when you lose control.”
Hoseok lets out an embarrassed chuckle and wraps his arms around Yoongi, wanting to be closer to him, then says, “I might have a thing for knotting but I already know that I like this because you can’t escape from me as soon as we are done having sex.”
“Way to twist the story, pup. I leave and then come back to clean you,” Yoongi rolls his eyes. “Sue me for wanting to take care of you.”
“I won’t sue you if you kiss me right now.”
“Deal.”
Hoseok definitely has a thing for knotting. It’s not a small thing either. He really likes it, which makes Yoongi awfully pleased.
If Hoseok had any inhibitions at the start of the rut, he lost all of them by the third day. It feels like he’s been fucked in every position and every way possible and his entire body is sore, but he sort of likes that feeling. He has to take breaks pretty frequently, which was something that they both expected. But thankfully, Yoongi is satisfied as long as he’s touching Hoseok in one way or another.
So, Hoseok doesn’t leave his side unless he has to get water or get the food that they ordered. Eating their lunch curled up in their bed is fun. They are chatting, laughing, and most importantly, they are having fun. Hoseok thinks that the rut is quite beneficial to them. Their bond, their relationship feels stronger than ever before and Hoseok has never been surer that he’s in love with Yoongi than now.
Yoongi is sitting against the headboard, naked and with his eyes closed, so he doesn’t see Hoseok approaching the bed again. He’s resting and Hoseok can’t blame him for that. This is probably way more exhausting for Yoongi, both physically and mentally.
Even though he looks completely relaxed, Hoseok can see that Yoongi is hard, so he boldly slides into his lap. Yoongi opens his eyes, drawing his knees up so Hoseok can lean against them if he wants to.
“Hey, sleepy boy,” Hoseok coos, cupping his boyfriend’s face gently and kissing him softly. Yoongi hums against his lips. “Wanna knot me again?”
Yoongi laughs, his hands falling to Hoseok’s naked waist, caressing his side tenderly, and asks, “God, are you absolutely sure you’re not one of us? You sure act like an eager little puppy.”
Hoseok gasps in mock annoyance. “Sue me for wanting to take care of you.”
“Don’t use my own words against me,” Yoongi scowls playfully. “Unlike me, you’re doing it for selfish reasons.”
Hoseok runs his hands up Yoongi’s chest, ignoring all the red marks on his body and resting his forearms on his shoulder. For some good measure, he leans closer to him, giving him the best puppy eyes that he can muster.
“Won’t you knot me, alpha? You’ve been so good to me,” Hoseok praises because his sweet boyfriend deserves all the compliments in the world. Yoongi groans helplessly, his head dipping forward, but Hoseok grasps his chin and forces him to keep his gaze on him. “That’s what you are, right? My sweet alpha?”
“I swear you’re trying to kill me,” Yoongi complains, avoiding the question. “Just sit on my dick and let’s do this.”
Hoseok laughs at that and reaches for the bottle of lube. It’s half-empty and peach-flavored. He likes this flavor the most; it’s not too sweet or artificial, and on top of that Yoongi told him that if Hoseok was one of them, he thinks Hoseok’s scent would have a peachy undertone. Therefore, it’s a clear favorite.
Hoseok spreads the lube on Yoongi’s cock and Yoongi lets out a sharp hiss but doesn’t complain. Hoseok then lifts his body just enough that there’s enough space for Yoongi to slide into him. There’s no resistance at all; Hoseok takes him like he was made for him.
Their groans fill the room as Hoseok starts slowly gyrating his hip while Yoongi just keeps his hands on his waist, his thumb drawing little circles into his skin.
“It’s almost over, isn’t it?” Hoseok asks conversationally, referring to the older’s rut. A lot of the early desperation has drained from Yoongi’s body by now. He still keeps getting hard but he’s almost too tired to keep moving at this point.
Yoongi nods a few times. “There’s probably four or five more hours left and I could probably go without having sex but then I’d be robbed of seeing your pretty expression when you’re getting knotted. I’m going to miss it.”
“Miss what? Knotting me?” Hoseok asks, amused. Of course, he knew that Yoongi was into it as well but it feels different when he says it like that.
“Yeah, we have to wait another three to four months before my rut starts up again,” Yoongi explains, his eyes never wandering away from Hoseok’s face, so Hoseok sees the exact moment something lights up inside his eyes. “Unless you want me to buy one of those dildos that can knot you.”
Hoseok clenches around Yoongi at the thought of that and they both make a startled moan-like noise. It’s too easy to imagine Yoongi pleasuring him with a toy like that and it’s very appealing to Hoseok.
“You would do that?” he asks, lifting his hips before sinking down again, actually making some effort to make them come.
“If you want me to, sure. It sounds hot, doesn’t it?”
“It does.”
They stare at each other for a second, both of them smiling as Hoseok rocks back and forth in Yoongi’s lap. Then Hoseok leans forward and kisses him briefly on the lips.
“You’ve been saying it for almost three days now, but I hope that you know that you’re so perfect too,” Hoseok says, his voice a little quieter than it was a second ago. He desperately wants to add how much he loves Yoongi with all his heart. His entire skin is itching with the need to open his mouth and finally confess it, but there’s something still holding him back. He’s just not sure if he should do it while Yoongi is still in a rut because the older might not take him seriously and think that he’s just speaking nonsense. For what feels like the hundredth time, he tucks his I love you behind his heart to store it for another day.
“You’re supposed to make me hard, not soft, Seok-ah,” Yoongi sighs, like it’s a burden that Hoseok finds him so amazing. He opens his mouth to add something but Hoseok swoops in and shuts him up with another kiss. Yoongi kisses him back immediately, melting against him. Hoseok thinks he has a talent for making Yoongi go all mushy and tender in the best way possible.
“So perfect,” Hoseok whispers, laying his forehead against Yoongi’s and his hips slowing down to a halt. Yoongi hums but doesn’t answer otherwise. They are just embracing each other in silence, which might be a bit weird because that wasn’t what Hoseok wanted, and yet he feels at peace. He doesn’t remember having anything like this with anyone else. Yoongi is truly the one and only person on Earth who could burrow himself so deep into Hoseok’s heart that Hoseok doesn’t even care about what they are doing, as long as they are together, he feels content.
Yoongi lets out a heavy sigh. “You need to get off my lap because neither of us will ever come.”
“That’s true,” Hoseok laughs faintly and lifts himself off Yoongi’s cock. Instead, he gets on his hands and knees, lowering his chest to the mattress. Yoongi exhales sharply, his hands running up and down Hoseok’s cheeks. “Like what you see?”
“Always,” Yoongi answers without hesitation as he moves closer. Hoseok’s body twitches when the tip of Yoongi’s cock brushes against his sensitive rim. Only a small pressure is enough for his cock to pop inside his hole and Yoongi doesn’t hesitate to push all the way in. “Fuck, I really can’t stop wanting you, can I?”
Hoseok doesn’t answer because it doesn’t seem like Yoongi is waiting for any sort of answer. Instead, he moves his hips back and forth encouraging Yoongi to start moving. As soon as Yoongi’s hands are wrapped around his hips, he does start thrusting, making Hoseok sigh in relief. Hoseok feels like he could ask the same question as well. At least Yoongi has the excuse that he is in a rut and that’s why he wants Hoseok so badly. It makes less sense why Hoseok keeps getting hard over and over again. He hasn’t been this turned on in way too many years and he’s enjoying it way too much.
Neither of them can stop yearning for the other and that’s sort of beautiful. Hoseok didn’t know he needed this type of connection with someone until he started dating Yoongi. It doesn’t feel like just sex with him. It feels like something much more.
Every time Hoseok was on his hands and knees for someone, it was always filthy and quick, but it’s not like that at all right now. The way Yoongi curls his body around him, pressing small kisses along his spine — that feels a lot like love. Now it’s Hoseok’s turn to melt into the mattress and against Yoongi, letting the other’s body shape his frame in whatever way he wants to. Suddenly his own breath sounds too loud in his ears and his neck feels overheated as Yoongi kisses him there, his lips soon grazing the back of his ears.
“Touch yourself, Hoseok-ah,” Yoongi whispers, and Hoseok obeys without a second thought, wrapping a hand around himself. “This won’t take long, baby.”
Hoseok nods as best as he can. His entire body feels sensitive and Yoongi keeps pushing and pulling, a constant and reliable rhythm that makes Hoseok feel like Yoongi is expertly taking him apart and putting him back together. Yoongi exchanges some of their parts, too, so now a part of Yoongi lives inside him just as much as Hoseok lives inside Yoongi. His mind becomes a mess and he can no longer tell them apart. He doesn’t know where Yoongi ends and he begins. Maybe they’ve always been one and the same, Hoseok just hasn’t noticed it before. He’s not too sure, but he is seeing them for what they really are: two halves of a perfect whole.
Yoongi keeps thrusting into him and Hoseok keeps stroking himself like nothing unusual is happening inside his body and soul. As though his entire life isn’t turning around on its axis. As though loving Yoongi didn’t change anything inside him on the molecular level. He feels overpowered, crushed, and defeated in the best way possible. Because if he is brought to his knees by something, he only wants the power of love to do it. It has to be that or nothing else. And that’s exactly what’s happening to him.
At some point, Yoongi pulls out and turns Hoseok over to his back before he buries himself inside him again, and Hoseok wraps his weak arms around him because the only thing that matters is to have Yoongi close. Yoongi surrounds him completely with his body, the side of his face is touching Hoseok’s and he’s panting into his ear. Hoseok thinks he’s moaning as well but it’s hard to tell when everything feels so fuzzy.
He only hopes that he’s not the only one experiencing this. That Yoongi is right there with him, feeling just as overwhelmed as him. He gets his answer sooner than he expects because Yoongi turns his head and opens his mouth, and his words are crystal clear: undeniable and unmistakable.
“I love you,” he sighs, and Hoseok comes undone at once. Yoongi’s knot isn’t even swelling yet but Hoseok has no control over his body. His orgasm hits him so hard that his vision turns white and he just lets go.
When he comes back to himself, Yoongi is lying on top of him, panting against his neck, his knot locking them together. Hoseok has to take a few breaths to gather himself and his thoughts before Yoongi inevitably lifts his head and peers at him with those beautiful brown eyes. He doesn’t need a lot of time to do that because the conclusion is simple and easy.
Hoseok shifts, trying to turn his head towards his boyfriend before he whispers, “Yoon.” Something in Yoongi’s body audibly makes a cracking sound as he pushes himself up a little. As soon as their eyes meet, Hoseok smiles and adds, “I love you too.”
The same smile slowly develops on Yoongi’s lips as well. “Yeah?”
“Of course,” Hoseok nods, cradling the side of his boyfriend’s face to pull him into a kiss, and Yoongi comes easily.
“I love you so much,” Yoongi whispers just before their lips meet. The kiss is charged with a newfound desperation but it’s softer somehow. It has traces of happiness mixed into it that lends a drop of sweetness that neither of them has tasted before. Hoseok deepens the kiss, licking into Yoongi’s mouth like it’s their first kiss, although it’s undeniable that this is a thousand times better than their first. Still, it feels like another beginning in some way, as though a new door had opened up for them and they stepped inside together at the same time.
“Have you been holding it back like I have?” Yoongi whispers, tracing a finger along Hoseok’s jaw. It’s the softest touch and it makes Hoseok’s body shiver.
“Yes. I was worried it’s not the right time but it is,” Hoseok admits. It was the perfect confession and it’s the perfect way to end the rut.
“It really is,” Yoongi agrees with a small smile. “Congratulations, you made me completely fall in love with you in less than three months.”
Hoseok laughs, feeling a little shy. He likes the sound of Yoongi being in love with him, though.
“You did the same,” Hoseok points out, running his fingers through Yoongi’s hair and gently scratching his scalp. It’s not a surprise that Hoseok’s beloved purrs emerge from deep within Yoongi’s chest. That was the only thing that he was missing. Yoongi hums, still looking a little embarrassed by how quickly Hoseok can get him to purr after all this time. “Is this the part where you purr me to sleep?”
Immediately Yoongi yawns, lowering his head back to Hoseok’s chest. “Fuck, I hope so because I’m exhausted.”
“Will you scent me when we wake up?” Hoseok asks, holding Yoongi tightly in his arms. He feels warm, safe and comfortable.
“I will. Will you tell me you love me again?” Yoongi mumbles against his skin, his warm breath almost tickling him.
“Yes,” Hoseok replies, closing his eyes. That’s not a question that Yoongi should ever ask him because as long as they are together, Hoseok will keep telling him that at every chance he gets. It’s okay though. Yoongi will realize that soon enough, so Hoseok doesn’t elaborate on it. He just keeps holding onto Yoongi until they both fall asleep soundly.