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Notes: Hello, everyone :) yeah, I know… it’s a chaptered fic, which I wanted to take a break from doing to myself, but there’s no real way around it given the length of the story. Below you will find some requests that I have for you:
1. Since this is a chaptered fic, please show each chapter lots of love. All on-going works need as much love as possible to continue blooming.
2. There are piercings and urethral play in this story. If you aren’t mature enough to read this content without immediately thinking ‘ouch’, ‘no thanks’, ‘smells’ or ‘infectious’, then don’t read it. I am running with the assumption that my characters are smart and clean, having properly healed, and taken care of their bodies. I personally looked into each piercing that I had in mind, as well as the type of ‘play’, and I feel content with how it was written.
Thank you to everyone who helped beta this chapter: heather, jess, gema, and tasha <3
Thank you to the disgruntled cc I received, shitting on me for writing Jungkook!baby / Jungkook!babypinkprincess when I never have? But here it is now, Anon.
Questions, comments, concerns: tw l cc
Rosewater and Frills
‘If you want it, come take it.
I’m not expensive,
When the way you adore me,
is my currency.’ - Soulex
Friday.
Hoseok looked down at his phone, moving some money over from his Savings into his Checking account. He would get paid in a few days, anyway, where he could simply put it all back, as if he’d never encroached upon his self-sworn oath to never touch it. Usually, Hoseok was good at saving up money and was twice as good about earning it. He didn’t splurge, he hardly ate out, he never needed much outside of essentials or absolute necessities.
He always paid rent on time, along with his roommate, Jimin. Hoseok was currently the recipient of his critical eye, but it was more so because they were best friends, and Jimin was annoyingly perceptive and all-knowing. He knew why Hoseok was on his phone, and he knew what he was about to do with his money; how he was about to spend it.
“You’re the last person who should be judging me,” Hoseok said, closing out of his applications and placing his phone down.
“I thought you were lonely! And I even invited you to watch my streams you know, but you–” As though it were on cue, Hoseok started to gag, his shoulders hunched over in full dramatics. “Did that. You did exactly that, so I gave you the next best thing but, hyung, you’re not acting responsibly, are you?”
“If by being irresponsible you mean spending thousands of dollars on sex workers, then you’re mistaken. As someone thoroughly enjoying a service, I’m only being generous here.” He leaned forward, Jimin meeting him halfway for whatever hushed nonsense was about to be spilled. “You know, there’s a stigma against these sorts of things. Really, you should be ashamed of yourself, Minnie,” Hoseok admonished, eyes dancing with amusement.
“Oh, my god. I’m just saying, you ass. Be careful,” Jimin said, tone growing softer, more genuine. “There’s plenty of men who drop hundreds of thousands on me and I don’t care who they are or how they’re living, so long as they pay me. I’ll bet that ‘Suga Kookie’ couple that you’re now, unfortunately, obsessed with are no different.”
“Now is that any way to speak about your friends? Like they’re money-grubbing strangers?” Hoseok chided, remembering that upon recommending the couple that Jimin had teased the idea of inviting them over; getting Hoseok a real opportunity. As if Hoseok would be so lucky. Yoongi and Jeongguk were clearly happy.
“They’re more like acquaintances. Very attractive, very successful, acquaintances. We’re cordial, but hardly besties.” Jimin stood up from the kitchen table, turning off the stove when the boiling water started to hiss. He made two cups of lavender tea with milk and honey. “This brand came from one of my VIPs.”
Logically, Hoseok knew no matter how much he paid that he would never truly be noticed beyond the small, yet meaningful acknowledgements or a thank you. It was seldom that he got himself off, nearly a year or more before Jimin introduced him to the username, ‘SG93_JK97’. Too much stress, too much thinking, not wanting to go out and socialize. Hoseok couldn’t be bothered to slake even the most basic of desires.
He slid his hands around the mug, enjoying the burn against his cool fingers. “Was it that guy?”
“Vante? Yeah, he likes buying me things off my wishlist,” Jimin said before sipping primly on his tea. Although he spoke highly of his favorite patron—most especially about Vante’s charitable deeds in front of Hoseok, which Jimin realized now probably contributed negatively to his friend’s willingness to spend—the thing that stood out the most about Vante were his downright lewd and racy comments during Jimin’s streams. Technically, he should be considered a dime a dozen. Officially, Vante was a bit more impressive than those who spewed the typical, mindless filth that clogged up his chat. “He’s probably some old dude who gets off on spoiling young, gorgeous creatures like myself.”
Hoseok smiled above the rim of his cup, “With Lavender tea, which is delicious by the way. I’ve always been more of a mint person, but this is game-changing.”
Jimin tilted his head, eyes narrowed at Hoseok. “I swear that it’s only on Fridays, when your objects of affection and total adoration are scheduled to go live, that you’re truly in a good mood. Maybe it’s because you finally get your jollies off after working a week of hell, but it feels like I’ve failed you somehow.”
“I assure you, you do enough to make me happy.” That was the truth. Jimin was patient and understanding with him. It’d been two years since Hoseok’s engagement was called off, and he was finally starting to feel alive again, even if it was by living vicariously through a camboy power couple.
Jimin perked up, becoming excited. “Oh! Maybe we need to go club hopping again?”
“Sure, any night but tonight,” Hoseok agreed. He could actually see himself having a good time for once, his head beginning to clear itself of the fog that once consisted of himself and Namjoon.
“My headphones are going to be in all night, most likely. I need to focus on getting this dissertation done. So feel free to, you know…” Jimin trailed suggestively, dark eyes twinkling at him, “…be as loud as you need to, hyung-nim.”
There was no bounds for their shamelessness. They were both men, living under the same humble but compact roof with thin walls. Jimin was also a camboy, a renowned one at that, but all the money was directly deposited into his student loans. Hoseok had learned to drown everything out on Sundays, Jimin’s moans tending to become high-pitched as the sounds of a headboard continuously met the wall.
Sometimes, Jimin would invite his colleagues over. ‘Collabing’ as it were. “You can join us,” Jimin offered one evening, dressed in only a silk robe, his pink bangs damp and sticking to his skin, voice notably strained. “You can wear a mask, no one will ever know it’s you.”
Tempting, but Hoseok was so terribly unsexed, he’d doubted his ability to perform. He knew he would’ve been inadequate and not at all entertaining. He’d even started to wonder if Namjoon had left him more broken than he originally thought. The only time he was able to find release was through watching a specific couple. When he’d first tuned in, he hadn’t expected anything to happen.
Maybe it was the duality. One boy, who appeared rather youthful, enjoyed dressing up in soft, baby pink outfits. Most of the time he was clad in short skirts, peach patterned cardigans, white see-through lace, and thigh-high stockings. He was into pastels and looking pretty, face unveiled partially due to his own boyish vanity, Hoseok would wager. He had a set of perfect bunny teeth, a well-rounded nose, and an impossibly dark, doe-eyed stare. ‘Jeongguk’ he introduced himself as, words passing through his glossed-up lips, his cupid’s bow deep and highly kissable.
He probably wore gloss just so it could be smeared. His babydoll lashes were always coated in mascara, pink shimmering eyeshadow accentuating the intensity of his eyes. Dark brown hair pinned by butterfly clips, or tied by small, clear colored rubber bands. The point was, the prettier Jeongguk was, the more he would be ruined. Even when he appeared dressed down for the occasion, he would be destroyed. That was the role of his counterpart.
If Jeongguk was a bunny, his boyfriend was a kitten. A dominant one, with the exact opposite aesthetic. Yoongi liked to wear muted colors – most commonly black, short-sleeved shirts and distressed jeans, showing off the thin, delicate lines of his thigh tattoos. Sometimes he wore fishnets beneath denim. It drove Hoseok mad, watching his ink covered hands skate over Jeongguk’s legs, his touch growing possessive. No matter what Jeongguk was wearing, something was bound to be ripped apart.
Last week it was Jeongguk’s favorite overalls, a frown tugging against his already pouty lips as he stared up at Yoongi. “Precious thing, as if you’re not just gonna steal my card and buy yourself a few more,” he grinned, melting Jeongguk in the matter of seconds with a flash of his gummy smile.
Yoongi’s hair tended to change often. A warm auburn one month, silverish blue another. He’d been sticking with blond recently, his pretty, feline eyes much sharper with a smudge of liner. His mouth was just as distracting as Jeongguk’s; kittenish and soft-looking, in need of being bitten and tasted. Yoongi’s skin was pale, blindingly so whenever Jeongguk posted pictures of him out in the sun, proving that vampires can walk around in broad daylight.
By nine o’ clock, Hoseok was inside his bedroom after a long day, a few cold cans of his favorite beer in hand. He’d even locked his door for good measure, emphasizing what was about to happen. His Friday night ritual. He took a seat at his desk and opened his laptop, typing into the web browser, ‘www.meowtalk.com/SG93_JK97’. The link was already there in his history, but Hoseok typed it out anyway. There was something comforting about hitting enter and watching the familiar page load up.
Logging into his account, ‘ResidentSunshine94’, Hoseok was permitted to enter the private stream, having subscribed months ago. Despite being early, Yoongi was already there, reading the comments. “I’m waiting on our beauty queen,” he said as he flicked his cigarette butt, getting rid of the excess ash. “Some new outfits came in and Jeonggukie wants us all to be surprised.”
[TimidShy] oooo I can’t wait!! JK always looks so cute.
[Monst3rM4YHEM] Look at you tho, lookin like a whole ass snack, daddy :}
[ResidentSunshine94] smoking is a terrible habit.
“And a disgusting one as well,” Yoongi smirked, tilting his face towards the camera and staring defiantly as he took a purposefully long, slow drag of his cigarette. “Although, I tend to be a pretty disgusting person. You too, my sunshine. In fact, everyone here is filthy and I’m here to satisfy your lecherous hearts.”
His sunshine? Hoseok sat there, flushed, his ears burning madly at the concept of belonging to Yoongi in any capacity. Not only that, but he’d been noticed and spoken to directly. He supposed that’s what he always worked for, Yoongi and Jeongguk’s attention; so hard-earned that Hoseok felt euphoric whenever it was given.
There was a gentle knock that was picked up through Hoseok’s headphones. He thought it was his own door for a moment, when Yoongi put out his cigarette and looked up. A slow forming smirk tugged at the corners of his mouth, Yoongi seeming to be more than pleased with whatever he was seeing, when he brought a hand between his thigh, and squeezed at his dick through his sweats.
“Do you think they’ll like it, hyung?” came the soft, teasing lilt of Jeongguk’s voice. Hoseok’s eyes fluttered on him, affected so easily by the younger boy. All he had to do was speak and Hoseok was gone. Breathy, angelic—Jeongguk’s moans tended to haunt him, catching him off-guard throughout the day.
“I think they won’t even know what to do with themselves,” Yoongi said, having yet to tear his eyes away from his boyfriend, spellbound almost. Hoseok hastily typed a short, ‘mood’ into the chat, ignoring the furious capslock of impatient viewers. Yoongi laughed mirthlessly, “Hell, I’m about to shut off these cameras and have you all to myself.”
Jeongguk gasped, sounding both shocked and amused, “Don’t be mean! Especially when we have a special announcement to make.”
“Come over here and make it with me then,” Yoongi said, his smile deceptively sweet as he extended his hand out, reaching for Jeongguk. Hoseok had been watching long enough to recognize when Yoongi was in play-mode, his eyes dark and hyper-fixated on Jeongguk.
Hoseok was endeared by their relationship, although plenty were often annoyed. It was no secret that the majority of patrons wanted to see Jeongguk get fucked within an inch of his life. They wished to be the ones doing it to him. Yoongi had his own fans, but they were either quiet or much, much too loud.
Hoseok wanted whatever they would give him. He was enamored with the two of them equally.
[KitKatPatty] ANNOUNCEMENT? Tell me more <.<
[Monst3rM4YHEM] Does no one see Yoongi grabbing at his dick with his other hand? How the fuck is he like, here child, take my hand AND also touching himself?
[ResidentSunshine94] he’s shameless
[Monst3rM4YHEM] always has been tbh
[Jaehw0nie] I WANNA SEE JEONGGUKKIEE SO BAD
A white, fishnet covered hand slid into Yoongi’s palm, Jeongguk being pulled gently into view with small, shy steps. At first, all Hoseok could see were the prettiest frills of white and rose petal pink, Jeongguk purposefully moving from side to side, letting the viewers see how short the skirt was against the curves of his stocking clad legs.
“Get on your knees so they can see you, sweetheart,” Yoongi said, the words coming out low and rough, and not at all like a suggestion. “You look so beautiful,” he continued as the hand rubbing at his cock grew more persistent. It was obvious that Yoongi wasn’t wearing anything else beneath his sweats, already hard and tenting the fabric.
Hoseok was salivating, wondering what it would be like to have Yoongi inside his mouth, how he’d taste, if he’d end up looking half as wrecked as Jeongguk typically did whenever he sucked Yoongi off, mascara running down his face and lipstick smeared every which way.
Jeongguk used the grip he had on Yoongi’s hand to lower himself onto the floor next to him, flashing everyone a cute smile when he finally looked up at the camera, scrunching his nose a little. Hoseok’s breath felt caught in his lungs for a moment when he saw the white, bunny-eared headband adorning the top of Jeongguk’s head. It was fluffy and soft to look at, as pretty as Jeongguk.
He even applied makeup—a pink highlighter powder that added a tint and soft sheen to his nose, freckles scattered across his cheeks, and rosy eyeshadow. There was gloss applied to his lips, drawing Hoseok’s attention to his mouth as Jeongguk spoke to the camera, “We were thinking of ways of how to reward our most loyal viewers. Those of you who spend more than the average patron.”
Hoseok wondered if he qualified. If he could be considered more than the average viewer, a loyalist towards the bunny and kitty duo. Jeongguk bit at the side of his lip, teeth drawing over the supple flesh with a too slow graze. Hoseok refused to believe that Jeongguk was clueless as to what he was doing, his doe eyes piercing through the lens, holding the viewers in a collective state of want, hanging onto his every word.
“And so, we’ve come up with an idea to host our very first giveaway and for our winner, the prize will be a private show. Just for you. Wouldn’t you like to tell Yoongi what to do with me?” Jeongguk asked as he let his mouth part gently, eyes a little bit wider, so soft and innocent despite the obvious intent. “Maybe, what he should do to himself? You’ll be the one in control.”
Oh…
Hoseok’s hands froze on his keyboard, unable to form any thoughts.
[TastyINBusan] FUCK YES.
[thumbelisa] loyal fans? aren’t we all? ^o^
[Monst3rM4YHEM] Tell us how to qualify, please.
[Jaehw0nie] I already came just from looking at Jeonggukie’s mouth.
[softboy88] soooo excited by this idea, guys ;-;
“Monster has a good question, baby. How does one qualify for our raffle?” Yoongi prompted him, placing a kiss against Jeongguk’s neck. It might’ve been perceived as innocent, if only Yoongi wasn’t still rubbing at his cock, his mouth lingering against Jeongguk’s skin.
“Well, the raffle is exclusive to our VIPs only and new viewers of our content will have a chance to join in, too,” Jeongguk said, bringing a hand up to card his fingers through Yoongi’s silver-colored hair, holding him close as he continued nipping and sucking marks beneath Jeongguk’s jawline. “The winner will be selected two weeks from now, so you have time to subscribe to us before then.”
[Monst3rM4YHEM] Oh hells, someone is impatient…
[blanketsnpacis] i’m subscribing right now!
[softboy88] @blanketsnpacis me too, omgosh
[notshynotme] WITH WHAT MONEY? hold a raffle for us poor folk.
[Monst3rM4YHEM] Bitch, don’t be rude.
[ChaoticJin][MOD] @Monst3rM4YHEM watch the language, but also, you’re right. @notshynotme bitch, don’t be rude.
[thumbelisa] <.< (popcorn_emoji)
Hoseok was already a VIP member. He’d been one for months now. Even if he qualified, he highly doubted he would win. That’d been Hoseok’s luck—the perpetual theme throughout his life. Instead, he paid close attention to the way Yoongi was nuzzling into the younger boy’s skin, licking a long, broad stripe over the side of Jeongguk’s neck.
There was a flash of the silver barbell pierced through Yoongi’s tongue. The bar was slightly longer than other pieces of jewelry he’d worn in the past, but not overly so. Jeongguk reacted to the sensation all the same, pulling at the roots of Yoongi hair until his head drew back. There was amusement in Jeongguk’s eyes, his voice teasing, “You have no control today, hyung. None at all.”
“Pretty sure that bunnies don’t talk,” Yoongi tsked, bringing a finger up to playfully boop Jeongguk's nose. “Or criticize or wear slutty little outfits, but here we are,” he mused.
“They’re not slutty! They’re cute,” Jeongguk pouted as they began shifting their positions, Yoongi telling Jeongguk exactly how he wanted him. He acted as director, setting up the stream, the multiple camera angles, the tip functionality on Jeongguk’s toys. Currently, the younger boy had his back against the wall, the two of them sitting on a mattress that was at floor level, right in front of Yoongi’s laptop.
He had Jeongguk’s legs spread wide, the tiniest hint of lace from under his skirt catching Hoseok’s attention. He enjoyed the beginning anticipation as thoroughly as he did late game. Hoseok already knew what Jeongguk looked like beneath all the frills and makeup. He knew their tattoos, every sound they were capable of making and yet, he still got excited, slowly, steadily.
It was a gradual build, completely orchestrated by Yoongi. Right now, he was being careful, Jeongguk murmuring how much he liked his outfit, “Don’t be mean tonight, okay? I won’t forgive you, hyung.” His eyes were staring into Yoongi’s, wide and innocent, falling into a headspace that made Jeongguk sound a little smaller, made him act a tad bit delicate.
“Gguk-ah, my precious bunny, my gorgeous baby,” Yoongi crooned sweetly as he cupped the sides of Jeongguk’s face, holding him close so that their foreheads were touching. “Hyung is gonna fuck you so hard, you won’t care what happens to your pretty clothes. I’m going to sink so deep into you, you’re going to fall so stupid, you’re gonna be such a mess. The only thing you’ll wanna wear is my cum.”
Fucking hell, there it was, Yoongi’s filthy mouth. Hoseok reached for his beer and indulged himself, rushing towards the same warmth that Jeongguk was probably feeling at the moment, his honeyed skin deepening into a dusky pink that was all too becoming of his suddenly demure disposition. He, along with the audience, were all Yoongi’s plaything.
He was leaned towards the laptop, adding a second camera to the stream overlay, its lens pointed at Jeongguk’s thighs.
[ChaoticJin][MOD] *MeowTalk Token Menu* Kiss (20 MT) l Aegyo (25 MT) l Topless Koo (40 MT) l No Skirt (50 MT) l No Panties (150 MT) l Lovense ON (250 MT) l Blowjob (400 MT) l Yoongi’s Choice (500 MT) l Fuck (1000 MT) l Cum (1500 MT)
User blanketsnpacis has tipped 2 MT.
User ResidentSunshine94 has tipped 70 MT.
User Monst3rM4YHEM has tipped 100 MT.
User ResidentSunshine94 has tipped 31 MT.
The tips have already started flooding in, drawing Yoongi’s attention towards the chat. He snorted, reading over the names, “Thank you everyone. So happy to see that you all chose violence this evening.”
Hoseok could spend all his money to reach that 1k MT level right now, secure it. He knew that it would be petty, having already paid thirty-one extra tokens just to be above Monst3rM4YHEM. That was the usual case and he could have sworn Yoongi had noticed his behavior, had chuckled once or twice before—or perhaps this was just Hoseok being delusional.
Yoongi started to personally remove each article of Jeongguk’s clothing, his touch lingering wherever his fingertips brushed over Jeongguk’s skin. Creepers gone, Yoongi kept the thigh-high stockings intact, bypassing them in favor of trailing the side zippers of Jeongguk’s skirt down, the younger boy lifting his hips far enough for Yoongi to slide them off his legs.
Pink lace. Jeongguk’s panties barely covered his cock. He was still soft, nestled between the coarse fabric and his lower belly. Yoongi’s voice was light and appraising, “So pretty, isn’t he? Our pretty bunny boy.”
Hoseok sighed at that, mouth touching the cool rim of his beer. The sensation was all he needed, the minimal contact—for his eyes to close, envisioning what it would be like to be theirs. To touch Jeongguk’s skin, being praised sweetly, belonging to those who wanted him. Needy. That was the word Namjoon had used so often. It wasn’t the same way Yoongi said it, for Jeongguk was always rewarded with more as a result.
[ResidentSunshine94] the prettiest.
Yoongi was helping Jeongguk rid himself of the matching vest he wore, hands already curled beneath the hem of the undershirt beneath it, drawing it up over head. He was mindful of Jeongguk’s headband, careful not to knock the bunny ears off. The fevered expression on Jeongguk’s face made something inside Hoseok melt, his cock stirring inside his jeans.
Jeongguk’s body was gorgeous, his abdominals cut deep, chest broad—his tattoos delicate, black linework framing his pectorals in a set of thin, matching hearts. It was obvious that Jeongguk spent time working on his biceps and quads. Hoseok enjoyed how small his waistline was, how pretty Yoongi’s large hands looked, encasing it, holding Jeongguk to him firmly.
“Give them aegyo,” Yoongi told Jeongguk, going off of the tip menu they arranged prior to the stream.
Jeongguk peered over at the lens as he brought the backs of his fists up to his face and clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth, imitating a bunny eating. He gave up after a moment with a laugh, cheeks flushed. “It’s embarrassing, hyung,” he whined, eyes still staring at the camera.
“But it was your idea, baby,” Yoongi murmured, sliding his hand up Jeongguk’s thigh, his thumb digging into the inner muscle there. “You said it’d be cute.”
[KitKatPatty] HIS IDEA.
[Monst3rM4YHEM] sounds like the bunny condemned himself tbh.
[softboy88] oh, no, jeongguk’s aegyo is so cute!!
[TimidShy] so cute, jeongggukkkkiiieee!
[ResidentSunshine94] What he did counts as aegyo to me ^^
“Sunshine thinks it’s enough.” Yoongi smoothed his fingers over the curve of Jeongguk’s cheek, drawing Jeongguk's face towards him. The side angle allowed viewers to watch as Yoongi brushed their lips together softly. “What do you say?”
“Thank you, Sunshine,” Jeongguk breathed before he was being swallowed into a kiss, Yoongi licking past the peach-flavored gloss with a hum of approval. Hoseok couldn’t even think as a chill coursed through his body. His heart was hammering hard as he tried processing the fact that Yoongi and Jeongguk had acknowledged him, that Jeongguk had thanked him in that context, with that tone.
There was something mean about the way Yoongi pulled and bit at Jeongguk’s lips, eliciting the sweetest sounds from the younger boy. Jeongguk’s body reacted to the pain, his cock straining against the lacey fabric as he grew hard. Yoongi teased his fingers from the line of Jeongguk’s neck to his nipple, where the heart-shaped tattoo framed it perfectly, like a focal point. He'd left his piercings out today.
Hoseok knew from past streams how sensitive Jeongguk was there, the younger boy shuddering as his hips involuntarily jerked, all from a single stroke of Yoongi’s hand. “Hyung!” Jeongguk gasped into him quietly, breaking the kiss to bury his face against Yoongi’s shoulder.
Yoongi nuzzled into him softly, while deft fingers continued trailing a path across Jeongguk’s chest and down his abdomen. The boy shivered in response, a soft moan escaping him as Yoongi tugged at the top of his panties, speaking against his pierced ear, “These have to go, too, baby. Are you ready to show them your pretty cock?”
Jeongguk mumbled from his hiding spot, lips skimming the sensitive skin of Yoongi’s neck, “H-Hyung, please…”
“You’re so shy tonight,” Yoongi cooed, voice hushed with endearment as he started pulling the lace from Jeongguk’s legs. Jeongguk helped with a slight raise of hips and curl of his knees, his thighs falling open for the camera after they were off.
Hoseok was already sending more tips, eyes fixated on the pink toy nestled against Jeongguk’s hole. Lush, the vibrator was called. It was tip-controlled and pretty soon, Yoongi would have to turn the function on.
User TimidShy has tipped 25 MT.
User ResidentSunshine94 has tipped 50 MT.
User KitKatPatty has tipped 50 MT.
User ResidentSunshine94 has tipped 150 MT.
[ChaoticJin][MOD] Tip Total: 478 MT.
User ResidentSunshine94 has tipped 22 MT.
[ChaoticJin][MOD] 500* MT. Why am I not surprised, Sunshine?
Hoseok felt his skin grow hot; whether it was from the attention or the alcohol, it was typically the outcome. Heat, too suffocating. He was dropping hundreds tonight. There weren’t many things that Hoseok enjoyed for himself. He didn’t have hobbies or friends outside of Jimin, but Fridays were special. It was all he had, partially responsible for keeping him afloat, steady on his feet instead of falling into a creeping depression.
Perhaps it wasn’t conventional, spending large sums of money on a couple in order to better cope with the failure of his own relationship. How come it was better than the therapy was? How come his dick could only get hard like this?
Hoseok pulled his desk drawer open and retrieved his bottle of lube, having taken Yoongi’s recommendation from a few streams back. Cum lube was thick like the real thing, milky in color, and sticky on the skin.
It’s what Yoongi used to slick his own fingers and cock with, it’s what he fucked into Jeongguk’s hole. It always looked like cum was seeping from him, a sight that Hoseok reveled in, wishing to fill Jeongguk to the brim—and in the same instance, wanting to be the one dripping. Yoongi wouldn’t find him pretty though, not like Jeongguk was, not as soft or as naturally submissive.
“You’ve already prepped yourself?” Yoongi asked, the deep rasp of his voice pulling Hoseok from his daze. Yoongi had found the toy between Jeongguk’s legs and grasped it at the base. Slowly, he pulled it out halfway, showing the tug against Jeongguk’s tight, inner walls, before he thrusted it back in.
“Aah, hyung…” Jeongguk whined, his eyes falling on him.
“How are you still so fucking tight?” The question posed was accusatory, Yoongi pushing the toy in and out of Jeongguk’s body at a leisurely pace, effectively killing the younger boy. “My big dick not enough for you, sweetheart? Every morning, every night, I’m fucking you non-stop. Should I try harder to break you?”
Jeongguk had taken dildos of sizable proportion before, Yoongi having thoroughly stretched and eased him into it, always careful. The two fingers Yoongi thrusted alongside the vibrator were mild in comparison to what Jeongguk had experienced, but the friction made him cry out regardless, sensitive, with his back arched from the wall.
“My choice will be…” Yoongi started to say, easing his fingers out and reaching for his phone. The light at the base of the vibrator indicated that the Lovense toy was functioning, but it still needed to be synced up. “With the tip-controlled vibrations on, I’m going to suck Jeonggukie off, but there will also be some light urethral play. We’ve been working up to it, but baby can’t handle too much or else he comes too fast.”
Hoseok’s eyes widened at that, surprised more than anything. He’d never seen or would have even thought to look up something like urethral play before. Now he was just curious.
[Jaehw0nie] Not to kink shame anyone, but I might have to bow out of this one, fellas.
[ResidentSunshine94] kbyelol:)
[blanketsnpacis] o-oh, dear… ;-;
[Monst3rM4YHEM] just when I thought Yoongi couldn’t get any sexier. JFC.
[ChaoticJin][MOD] big facts @Monst3rM4YHEM.
[KitKatPatty] I’ve never seen a gent play with another gent’s dick hole before… but I’m about it.
User ResidentSunshine94 has tipped 100 MT.
User softboy88 has tipped 25 MT.
User Monst3rM4YHEM has tipped 250 MT.
[Monst3rM4YHEM] sorry, @softboy88, that wasn’t intentional.
[softboy88] it’s okies, mayhem ^^
User ResidentSunshine94 has tipped 300 MT.
[ChaoticJin][MOD] Jeez… <.< Tip Total is now 1,175 MT!
Yoongi finished with connecting the Lovense app with the stream as Jeongguk took time answering the chat. “Thank you…” Each time the tip notification went off, he breathed soft words of appreciation, and gratitude. “Love you guys so much. You take such good care of us… I wanna make you feel good, too.”
Reaching towards his laptop, Yoongi made sure to click the Lovense overlay on. The viewers could now see how much they would have to tip for the duration they would like the toy to vibrate for. This was Hoseok’s favorite part of the evening. It made him feel as though he were the one controlling the pleasure Jeongguk was feeling. The idea alone, that his timing and decisions could be what pushed Jeongguk over the edge, made him feel powerful.
“We can play with the bunny together now,” Yoongi grinned, flashing the camera a gummy smile that usually felt warm and left Hoseok breathless, but there was something wolfish about it then. Something that made Hoseok’s stomach twist with want, suddenly invested in the taste of Yoongi’s dollish, smirk-pulled lips.
The rest of Hoseok’s tips were reserved for the more pivotal moments, preferably while Jeongguk was rapt with pleasure.
Yoongi was ridding himself of his clothing, his muted t-shirt tossed elsewhere. Beauty standards in Korea were as such that, if you were pale-skinned, you would be revered. Yoongi achieved this in spades, naturally pale with his pretty, pink-tinted joints. Jeongguk was pale, yet not at all in comparison to Yoongi. Gorgeous boy, golden and glowing, meanwhile—Hoseok felt like he was the exact opposite, unpretty in so many ways.
There was no one to tell him otherwise, not anymore.
Hoseok refused to let his mind wander towards dark spaces and corners; instead, he honed in on the tattoos spread across Yoongi’s back, a set of ravens that took up the entirety of his left and right shoulder blades. One raven was taking flight, while the other was landing. The black ink was stark against his creamy skin, reminding Hoseok of the fact that there were so many harsh details that made up Yoongi as a person; all of the piercings, scars, and ink.
There was only one thing that was remotely soft about Yoongi, and that was his love and devotion for Jeongguk.
Yoongi kicked off his sweats and Hoseok could see the silver barbells of his frenum piercings, a set of six to complete a Jacob's ladder, and at the very tip was Yoongi’s Prince Albert. Everyone always asked questions. Did it hurt? What did it feel like for Jeongguk? ‘Amazing’ was always the younger boy’s response. A few months ago, Yoongi had answered a bulk of these questions. That he was pierced before he met Jeongguk, that it was a delicate healing process, and that he’d wanted the piercings to increase his sensitivity. Now Yoongi considered himself to be ‘too’ sensitive. He recalled that, at first, Jeongguk was afraid to suck him off, which definitely wasn’t the case anymore.
With another click on the laptop, the second camera display was on screen in a smaller box on the bottom corner. In fullscreen mode, it was perfectly fine. The angle was panned at level with Jeongguk’s lower-half from the side somewhere, so that the viewers could get a close enough view of what Yoongi was going to do next; the blowjob, followed by urethral play.
Hoseok didn’t want to start touching himself yet, despite how turned on he was, giving himself a firm squeeze just to abate the discomfort he felt. He opened up another can of beer, his eyes filled with envy as Yoongi started to tease at the flushed tip of Jeongguk’s cock. The metal of Yoongi’s tongue piercing ran over the sensitive ridges, stroked along the prominent vein. Yoongi was skilled and he knew Jeongguk’s body, inside and out. Why was that the hottest thing to Hoseok?
From between Jeongguk’s thighs, Yoongi hovered over Jeongguk’s length, allowing saliva to pour from his mouth, smearing it messily, using it to make the glide easier. Yoongi only needed that little bit to work Jeongguk exactly how he needed to, drawing the prettiest sounds from Jeongguk’s throat. Hoseok’s cock was pulsating, his hands like ice and clammy from the building anticipation.
“H-Hyung, I'm mm…” Jeongguk sighed, curling his fists down at his sides. There was a visible twitch in his thigh muscle as he fought to keep himself still.
He didn’t finish his sentence, eyes falling shut on him as he shook through each sensation pleasantly, Yoongi’s barbell teasing along his slit. “Are you ready, sweetheart? Gonna let me fuck this hole, too? You’re so small here,” Yoongi murmured, his eyes dark as he stared up at his boyfriend.
There was a cute little pout tugging at Jeongguk’s lips, his eyebrows furrowed with what looked like impatience, like Yoongi needing him to speak at all was slightly grievous. “Please, fuck me.”
Yoongi’s blowjobs were aggressive and sloppy—but with purpose, wet and gushing, eager to choke if only to reach Jeongguk’s pubic bone, putting on a show. Jeongguk gasped quietly, peering down at Yoongi and watching as thick strings of saliva dripped from his boyfriend’s cherry red lips down to his chin.
“Good?” Yoongi asked, mouth tilted into a knowing smirk, before he ran his piercing along the sensitive underside and swollen head of Jeongguk’s cock. The first tip since Yoongi turned the Lovense app on came in, the end of the toy lighting up as it vibrated inside Jeongguk. His reaction was instant, Jeongguk keening softly as he braced his hands against the cushion beneath him.
“I-It’s good, hyung,” Jeongguk shook, knowing that he was going to have to stave off his orgasm pretty soon. Even if the noises he made weren’t overdone or disingenuous, they tended to encourage an onslaught of tipping, viewers buying precious seconds just to listen to the pretty sounds he'd make.
Jeongguk clenched around the toy when it buzzed against his walls again, Yoongi cupping his balls with his thumb and forefinger as he hollowed his cheeks and sucked hard around the head of Jeongguk’s cock. This was the more difficult part about streaming sex with your lover: lasting. Thankfully, Yoongi seemed to know all his tells, and made sure to slow to a light teasing.
Yoongi used the roof of his mouth to push the barbell through his tongue as far down as it could go, which was about an inch in total. He started off with kittenish licks at first, staring up at his boyfriend with sharp, feline eyes, priming Jeongguk for the intrusion. The younger boy looked more than ready, if not a little helpless to the many sensations coursing through him, his skin flushed a pretty shade of pink—his expression burning a heady mixture of shame and want.
Gripping Jeongguk into his hand, Yoongi closed his mouth on his piercing and carefully drew the rounded end back and forth over the slit of Jeongguk’s cock. Hoseok gained a chill just from watching and he braced himself for the moment where the ball sank inside, entranced when Yoongi sucked the tip of Jeongguk’s cock. Hoseok wondered what it felt like, Jeongguk’s lips parted in a silent cry, his eyebrows furrowed delicately.
Yoongi pulled back, drawing a thin, gossamer string of precum and saliva from Jeongguk. Every move was careful, attesting to Yoongi’s patience when he stroked Jeongguk slowly. “You okay, baby?” he asked, always one to check in.
That was another aspect of their relationship that appealed to Hoseok. Yoongi treated Jeongguk like he was fragile, even when he threatened to ruin or break him. It wasn’t a secret that the younger boy liked it rough and Yoongi was more than willing to provide it, but there were moments like these, the quiet, intimate rumble of Yoongi’s words, questioning, keeping Jeongguk anchored, that made him see how soft the moment actually was—not everything was so grittily pornographic.
“Yes, hyungie… j-just need more,” Jeongguk whispered, voice failing him. Hoseok could see the tips spiking on screen, the vibrations ringing through Jeongguk’s body, stimulating all of his sensitive spots and nerves.
Yoongi crooned at him, “Hyung’s sweet bunny, so beautiful…”
Jeongguk nodded, agreeing with him. A bratty little thing. He was sweet and so beautiful. It was completely devastating for Hoseok, a crash and burn of a situation, because they were both incredibly gorgeous, ethereal to look at.
The chat wasn’t as obnoxious as Hoseok assumed they’d be, a majority finding it hot when Yoongi started fucking his piercing back inside Jeongguk’s slit. “Aah, hyung…” Jeongguk gasped, tilting his head against the wall with a graceful arch, his stocking covered toes curling.
[blanketsnpacis] oh, dear me…
[TastyINBusan] i’m high key interested in knowing what that feels like though.
[Monst3rM4YHEM] I’d let Yoongi do whatever the fuck he wanted to me, but that kinda /does/ look like it would be enjoyable <.<
[softboy88] my heart is pulsing. I dunno if I can watch it all.
[KitKatPatty] Mine too, except down into my dick. Ya feel me?
[notshynotme] I love when Jeongguk makes that face.
[Monst3rM4YHEM] And when he gets all whiny. ‘Hyunnnng, hyungieeee~’ gets me so hard.
Yoongi pushed the piercing in and held it there, sucking down hard, while he started stroking Jeongguk with a firm grip. A helpless sound, one of which Hoseok had never heard before bled through Jeongguk’s moan. A whimper, a cry—a result of pure ecstasy, waves of pleasure rippling throughout Jeongguk’s body.
“I’m g-gonna cum, s-stop, stop!” Jeongguk gasped, the sound breaking into a shaky exhale. Yoongi withdrew carefully and kept his hand wrapped around the base of Jeongguk’s cock, making sure there wouldn’t be any accidents. There’d been some before in the past, where Jeongguk had come anyway. Sometimes it’d felt so good, he’d lose any and all thoughts of warning Yoongi. And then there were the few occasions, where Yoongi kept going, because they were starved for each other.
That much was obvious, as they watched one another, Jeongguk a perfect little mess beneath Yoongi’s gaze. His chest was still heaving as he adjusted the bunny headband atop of his head. The smile tugging against Jeongguk’s pink, glossy lips made him seem rather invigorated, like he was ready for more. Yoongi leaned down to give it, his tongue pushing between Jeongguk’s lips, kissing him slowly, deeply.
Jeongguk sank against the warmth of his mouth, tossing his arms around Yoongi’s neck to pull him in closer. Between them, Yoongi’s hand was working over Jeongguk’s cock, the subtle rocking of his hips giving himself away as he closed his thighs around Yoongi’s hips, needing more. They kissed for several minutes and Hoseok wished he could remember what that felt like, being drunkenly in love, kissing like he was fucking, getting off on barely anything.
The microphone picked up on every little sound: the hushed words between kisses, Yoongi telling Jeongguk how good he was, how sweet and precious, even though he was a fucking slut. “Your slut,” Jeongguk whispered shakily and Hoseok’s mind was wiped blank, his fingers unmoving.
“He says he’s my slut, but he’s in fact ours, isn’t he?” Yoongi asked, addressing the viewers as he pulled away to check the chat. He saw that they’d met their quota of 1500 MT. Every tip beyond that was a bonus. With a smirk, Yoongi stared into the camera, “I’m also pretty slutty. I really wanna feel you, too. Should I…”
Hoseok was a lost cause, a goner in the face of Yoongi’s beauty. He didn’t know what to do with himself, when Yoongi finished his proposal, “Should I fuck Jeongguk with the vibrator in?”
[ResidentSunshine94] Yes, please.
[ChaoticJin][MOD] I pretend I do not see it.
[Monst3rM4YHEM] Yoongi’s piercings, bruh.
[Monst3rM4YHEM] Yoongi’s piercings vibrating inside Jeongguk, bruh.
[softboy88] they’re not going to last >.<
“We’ll last long enough,” Yoongi chuckled, grabbing the second camera. “Gguk-ah, why don’t you tell them what happened this morning in the shower, while hyung gets everything ready?”
Jeongguk wasn’t completely focused, not in the slightest. His eyes kept wandering to where Yoongi was, watching him adjust the camera angle. Jeongguk’s short, lavender painted nails trailed in a slow path down his stomach and very softly over his cock, where he was swollen and sensitive, in desperate need of being touched.
“I was taking a little too long in the shower, so hyung came to check on me,” Jeongguk lisped cutely, an extra slur to his pronunciation.
Yoongi paused to look over at him. “And what did I catch you doing, baby?”
“I was playing with myself,” Jeongguk breathed, his voice becoming much smaller, quieter. A perverse darkness started to pour into Hoseok’s thoughts. He could only imagine what Yoongi did when he found Jeongguk, what he would’ve done. “A new toy came in and it looked so good, I just… I wanted to see how it felt.”
“Without me, sweetheart.” Yoongi placed a hand on his chest, like he’d been struck with an arrow. “Nearly without me, I should say.”
“M-Maybe I wanted to get caught,” Jeongguk mumbled, to which Yoongi only raised an eyebrow, amused. There was no way he’d wanted to be found the way that he was, stuffed with only the tip of the large Bad Dragon dildo they’d purchased together. Jeongguk’s shame was still fresh in his mind.
“That’s a little daring, even for you. Still, go on and tell them what I did,” Yoongi said as he checked the stream one final time. The main camera would show a wide view—he’d have to spread Jeongguk as far as possible, and practically bend him in half just so everyone could see his pretty little hole being filled. The second camera was on a tripod off to the side and zoomed in, allowing the viewers to watch their expressions the moment they inevitably come undone.
“He made me sit on my knees on the shower floor, with that big toy still inside me. He didn't even let me move when he fucked my mouth, and then he…” Jeongguk was flushed by the time his words faltered, a pretty warmth to his skin that bled down into his chest. “He smeared his cum on my face once he was finished and made me lick up the rest.”
The corners of Yoongi’s mouth twitched into a smirk, as though he were satisfied with himself. “Did I let you come at all today?”
“No,” Jeongguk huffed, glowering at him.
“Jeonggukie is quite frustrated, as you can imagine,” Yoongi said, as he got on his knees and crawled towards his pouting boyfriend. It didn’t take long for Jeongguk to break into a smile, welcoming Yoongi into his arms, between his legs. They melt against each other, Yoongi sucking marks into his skin, bruises on top of bruises, Jeongguk was never without proof of claim.
It made sense.
Yoongi was possessive, Hoseok knew as much. He could see it even now, in the way Yoongi dug his nails into Jeongguk’s hips, how he grabbed at rather than held, his mouth slowly dragging over the younger boy’s throat—his body a cage, hiking Jeongguk’s thighs a little higher, his own legs spread far apart. Yoongi reached for the lube and slicked it over his pierced cock.
The viewers were kind enough to hold off on sending any tips, being patient, when Yoongi started fucking his lube-covered fingers in and out of Jeongguk’s hole, making sure he’d be able to fit. Hoseok was already pulling himself free from his boxers, the glide of his fist easy. Holding his breath, he watched as Yoongi pressed the head of his cock against Jeongguk’s rim, and gradually sank inside, stretching Jeongguk inch by inch until he was buried deep atop the vibrator.
“H-Hyung,” Jeongguk whimpered, dragging his nails across the prominent blades of Yoongi’s shoulders, over the twin ravens that resided there.
Hoseok was tempted to click on the paw icon, to send a wave of vibrations coursing through them, but someone else beat him to it. The name Monst3rM4YHEM appeared on the Lovense overlay. Fuck that guy, Hoseok thought bitterly, rubbing his cock a little harder, responding to the ache coiling in his stomach. The light on the end of vibrator lit up and Hoseok licked his lips. He ate up the look of pleasure blossoming on their faces; the moment it hit, Yoongi’s mouth fell slack.
They remained still for a moment, their foreheads touching lightly. “Fuck, that’s so…” Yoongi laughed, breathless. Jeongguk nodded against him, their mouths brushing in a soft caress, before he pressed their lips together in a kiss—messy and desperate. Yoongi started to move, slowly at first, getting used to the too tight constriction and incessant buzzing encasing his cock. A commingling of lube and precum seeped from Jeongguk’s hole with each thrust, dripping down the crack of his ass.
Hoseok took in everything he could see and hear, pumping his cock in one hand while periodically tipping with the other. He wanted to feel connected. It’d been so long—this was the only time when he felt anything, and Hoseok always made sure to get his fill. He needed to in order to get through the week. He couldn’t fake another smile; he couldn’t tolerate the horribly cold, cold feeling he got just from the effort of having to produce another laugh.
This burning fever radiating throughout Hoseok’s body, the way his heart started hammering against his chest, the sweat at the back of his neck, all from watching a couple have what he failed to, what he could never—that was real.
“Yoongi…hyung!” Jeongguk was crying, rivulets of tears running down his gorgeous face, a tremble to his peach-stained lips. They were raw from being bitten, swollen from the snare of Yoongi’s teeth. “S-Slow down. I’m s-so close…” Hoseok hadn’t realized that he’d already tipped numerous times within the last few minutes, his finger still tensed on the mouse. The recent ten were from him alone. Hoseok wondered if it was his fault somehow, how sensitive Jeongguk was, how close he was to coming.
How clearly affected Yoongi was, too, the fact that he was going slowly. Much slower than usual. Yoongi preferred fucking Jeongguk until he was an exquisite mess, ruined in all possible ways, debauched. That was the point of Jeongguk getting all dolled up as though he were the embodiment of purity, innocent and docile. Now there was no time for either of them to really savor it.
Whenever the toy went off, it sent strong vibrations, wave after wave through the metal of Yoongi’s piercings, rushing straight through his cock. Everything was so intense and Jeongguk was already tight to begin with, but now he was twice as much, milking Yoongi for everything he was worth. They really weren’t going to last, which was a shame, given all the tips sounding off.
“I say, fuck it, and we head straight for the stars,” Yoongi sighed, overwhelmed and finding it difficult to hold back when they were both so close. The only thing stalling them was the discoordination of his hips, but one well-placed, generously timed MT could probably send Jeongguk over the edge. Yoongi could feel each time the younger boy clenched around him, Jeongguk’s cock heavy and leaking against his stomach. It looked so painful.
“Show me,” Jeongguk managed to say, his breath already stolen the next second when another tip rolled in. Yoongi shifted his legs up a little further and slammed into him, once—twice—taking the vibrator with him each time, effectively fucking the toy back into Jeongguk.
Hoseok liked to imagine that the mess around his cock was the same mess running from Jeongguk’s hole, that it was his own cum. Sometimes, he envisioned what it would be like to get fucked by Yoongi, the different gauges of his piercings, what they would feel like skimming his walls. He’d never kissed anyone with metal in their tongue, but Yoongi was so practiced. He’d probably ease Hoseok right into it.
“Aah, hyung… I’m coming… I’m–” Jeongguk didn’t even have to touch himself, both his arms still wrapped around Yoongi, holding his boyfriend close as he continued pounding against Jeongguk’s prostate, the tips rolling in one after another, devastating them both. Hoseok’s finger was stiff on the mouse, clicking furiously until Yoongi leaned all of his weight into Jeongguk, and released with a sound, guttural and raw.
He pulled his hips back far enough for the stream, allowing everyone to take in the sight of Jeongguk’s hole, how fuckable it was, pink and gaping. Yoongi even went as far as to remove the vibrator. Each time Jeongguk clenched, more of Yoongi’s cum dripped from his rim. Yoongi guided the head of his cock through the mess and pressed forward, fucking it back into Jeongguk’s ass. The younger boy was so exhausted, small whimpers leaving his lips, still sensitive.
Hoseok rolled his hips; the sounds of his fist working over his cock were loud in the quiet of his bedroom. Slamming his eyes shut, Hoseok allowed himself to give into a fantasy where he was the one being watched, Yoongi’s stare as predatory as it was disarming. He would see Hoseok for what he was; disgusting, perverse—needy. Hoseok’s abdomen grew tight when he was close and, with a desperate moan, he came hard all over his knuckles.
When Hoseok opened his eyes, Yoongi was already cleaning Jeongguk. A very happy, contented Jeongguk, who was sucking down banana milk through a straw. That was typically how he liked to rejuvenate, sipping and giggling over the comments in the chat, happy and glowing, while Yoongi doted on him.
Hoseok loosened his grip around his cock, still lightly stroking for the full minute or so that it took for him to go soft, basking in the high of his release.
[KitKatPatty] I’m still in recovery.
[softboy88] baby has his milk ;-;
[ChaoticJin][MOD] Yah, this brat never shares his banana milk though.
[blanketsnpacis] precious bunny~
[Monst3rM4YHEM] Please, put this video up for sale when you can. That was so fucking hot.
[ResidentSunshine94] Thank you.
[TimidShy] yes, thank you.
“Thank you guys for joining. We hope you enjoyed yourselves,” Yoongi said, his voice worn and rough as he shook out his bangs. They were damp with sweat. He slipped a cigarette between his teeth, sharp eyes skimming over the chat. “Jin hyung is gonna edit the video, and it’ll be up soon. Thanks again. Everyone subscribe if you wanna enter the raffle.”
“I love you!” Jeongguk shouted, waving goodbye. “Eat lots of food and drink water. Stay healthy! See you next Friday!”
Yoongi smirked as he stared at Jeongguk on the screen, speaking around his cigarette. “You’re cute.”
Jeongguk takes another long, satisfying sip of his milk. “Am not!”
SG93_JK97’s stream has ended.
The black screen always felt a lot like being shut out into the cold. It was only once the stream concluded, that Hoseok realized that he was still covered in cum and lube that looked like cum. It was a mess. He reached over for a couple of tissues, left to clean himself up with no one there to do it for him and vice versa. He’d almost become comfortable with being alone, even if it’d come with envy.
When Hoseok was finished, he crawled into bed and flopped onto his stomach. He thought of how he could’ve been married to his best friend right now, if only Namjoon hadn’t cheated. Sometimes Hoseok blamed himself for finding his fiancé fucking the new intern. Dragging his thumb across his lips, Hoseok wondered how many people Namjoon had taken to his bed during and after their engagement. The thought was always stopped immediately, too abrupt to be fully entertained otherwise it’d be back to square one.
Hoseok had only ever been touched by one person, meeting Namjoon in his freshman year of high school, enamored and naive. Taught, influenced, once loved. Jimin was right, it was time to get over it.
He needed something more.
TBC