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Kinktober Days 7-10

Combined quite a few in this one cuz I've been busy with Uni :)

https://archiveofourown.org/series/1953682

The Wall(s) Between Us

Two bedrooms, two boys madly in love with each other, and the wall which stands between them.

pairing: sope genre: mutual pining, modern au, roommates tags and warnings: explicit 🔞 bttm!yoongi, top!hoseok, hook-ups between sope and strangers, light dom/sub, cunnilingus, blowjobs, pegging, anal sex, light voyeurism current word count: 3,579 status: ongoing

[Chapter 1: Yoongi] 💟 [Chapter 2: Hoseok] 💟 [Chapter 3: Together]

Dial me up

Yoongi was diligently working at his studio when he got a phone call from an unknown number.

On the other end of the line? A not-so-truthful telemarketer trying to scam him.

pairing: sope genre: pwp, modern au tags and warnings: explicit 🔞 bttm!yoongi, top!hoseok, arguing, phone sex, masturbation, dirty talk word count: 5k

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Yoongi had been struggling with a particular song all afternoon.

Sometimes inspiration hit him suddenly, like a truck. It winded him and pushed him to pour it all into something before it seeped between your fingers and escaped his grasp… But then he was left the next day with a demo so messy he had no idea where to even begin with remastering.

That's where he was, where he'd been for the past five fucking hours, staring into his computer screen until he went cross-eyed and felt like he bordered on insane.

That's also when his phone made the unfortunate decision to ring.

He felt frustration bubbling under the surface of his skin, crawling from just beneath his shoulders and slowly up his neck. He didn't think, brain too fried to even read the unknown caller ID displayed on screen before swiping the green circle.

“Yes, hello?”

“Good afternoon," a chirpy voice he couldn't recognise spoke against his ear. "I’m Jung with Venture Life. How are you doing today, Mister Min?”

What the fuck was Venture Life?

“Uuuuuh good?” He said cautiously.

“That’s great to hear! I’m contacting you regarding your car insurance. It says here your contract with your current provider is about to expire and we wanted to walk you through our service package. Do you have the time right now?”

Something itched in Yoongi's mind. It was either the way those words were spoken, or the way they didn't watch up. He quickly opened his browser and typed the company's name in the search bar. Many results, to be sure. None of them positive.

Interesting.

“Time? Sure, I've got time,” he replied coolly.

“Great, so-”

“Just not for scam calls.”

“W-what? Sir, please, this is very serious!” The man sounded agitated. It gave Yoongi a sick sense of satisfaction. You fuck around, you find out, right?

“Yeah and so are the articles on my computer screen right now. Two million Won per customer on average, huh? How do you sleep at night.” Righteous indignation tasted good, especially after a shit day. And when he heard the man sigh on the other end of the call, Yoongi smiled cheekily to himself.

“Damn, you’re quick with it, aren’t you?”

“I don’t know Mr. Scammer, it seems pretty basic to me.”

“I’m not a-”

“Not a what, Mr. Scammer?”

The man was getting impatient, clicking his tongue and huffing in frustration.

“Listen, we practically only have old people on our database. They don’t know how to operate a computer.”

Database? Where did a company even find a database as specific as that? Social media? No, that had too widespread of an age-range, and much less an abundance of the elderly.

“Where’d you get it from?”

The man sighed. Yoongi could almost envision him rubbing his face with his free hand as he leaned back on his desk chair.

“Online pawnshop. Grimey looking website. You’d have to be sixty-five years-old to put your personal information into that thing.”

Oh.

“Or maybe a twenty-two year-old dumpster diver," he admitted. "What about you, though? Surely you’re old enough to know that the elderly deserve better than some smooth-talking prick stealing their retirement money.”

“This smooth-talking prick is just trying to put food on the table. At least I’m not… Diving in dumpsters.”

Yoongi cringed.

“That was weak, man.” 

“Fuck you," he said, exhasperated. "Those old men put anything interesting up for sale for it to be worth putting your phone number in it, Min?”

“Yeah, they did. Though I only expected to receive a cassette player and a CRT television, not some-”

“Sweet-talking prick,” the man offered, a bitter grin evident in his tone.

“Wow how self-aware," Yoongi commented sarcastically. "How’d you know?”

When the man replied, he was quieter, something particular in his voice lingering in the air and making stomach flip.

“Y’know your voice isn’t half bad, either.”

“I-I," he found himself stuttering, taken aback. "I wasn’t flattering you.”

“Too bad, I took it as such.” He sounded almost casual in his cockiness. Yoongi couldn't help but let his aggravation rise up once more.

“How big is that damn head of yours?”

“Just big enough.”

Yoongi sat quietly for a few seconds, blood rushing in his ears as his cheeks grew red. Was this guy for real right now? And why did it sound so tantalising when he spoke in that tone, darker and more playful than before...

No, he had to play it cool. There was absolutely no way he could let this complete stranger take a hold of him, especially after trying to scam him and worse yet, interrupt his precious work. 

Yes, he had his priorities in order.

“... Right," he drawled. "Is that what the ladies tell you to make you feel better?”

“I wouldn’t know. I don’t take girls home." He spoke confidently, but Yoongi couldn't understand why. Who would admit to something so brazenly? But he kept going, sure he would reach him if he prodded enough.

“Yeah, I gather they run away from you before you get the chance.”

But no, it didn't touch him. Instead, he scoffed.

“That’s not what I meant.”

“Then what did you-” Something clicked in his mind suddenly. “Oh.”

He was gay.

Like Yoongi.

“Mhmm,” he confirmed, just as laid back as before.

Well, this was just as much Yoongi's territory as it was the guy's. He could go all day.

“Well, in that case is that what the boys tell you to make you feel better about your totally very big enough head of yours?”

He clicked his tongue, growing frustrated.

“Why are you so difficult?”

“Why’d you call me in the middle of my fucking work?”

“For someone who’s so busy, you sure talk a lot. If I didn’t know any better I’d say you’re enjoying yourself.”

“Yeah, I sure love having my money stolen,” he rolled his eyes.

But he was right. Sure, Yoongi now had a personal vendetta against the guy and wanted to piss him off just as much as the man had pissed him off. Sure, he wanted to hear the man ripping his hair out for trying to get the better of him just because the shitty website he used sold his data to the highest bidder. It wasn't his fault the specific brand of cassette player he needed for one of his experiments was completely out of commission and impossible to find, save for one fifty-something old man on that vintage marketplace.

It was, however, completely this Jung guy's fault for getting him riled up and ready to fire.

And he seemed just as riled up, though. It was exactly what Yoongi wanted.

“Oh, your money, of course," he replied just as sarcastically as Yoongi. "I haven’t mentioned your car insurance in quite a while, have I? Would you like me to go back? We have many services you can choose from, but we suggest the premium package.”

Yoongi grinned to himself.

“How fascinating," he mocked. "I gather it costs two million Won?”

“Wow! I see you’re already familiar with the wonderful services our company offers! I love a man who comes prepared…”

Yoongi bit his lip, trying to contain his smile. He hated to admit it but the guy was a lot of fun.

“I’m sure you do, Mr. Scammer.”

He was quiet for a second. Then-

“Has anyone ever told you you sound like a car purring?”

Yoongi stilled, heart beating rapidly in his chest. He tried to sound aloof when he replied, but his voice wavered at the end.

“Not you too…”

“Not me what?”

“I get the cat thing often,” he mumbled, tracing the inseam of his jeans as though the strange man over the phone wasn't seeing right through him.

“People call you a cat?”

“Mhmm.”

“Well," he laughed. "You sure are feisty like one.”

“Bite me.” He rolled his eyes. And the stranger chuckled again, more muted and seductive.

“Maybe I will.”

Yoongi sat up a little straighter, face going red.

“Excuse me?”

“Too much?” The edge in his voice was then subdued, kinder and more patient. Yoongi licked his lips and considered the absurd, albeit not unwelcome situation. He hated to admit it, but the stranger was affecting him. There was no doubt about it. Be it the tone of his honey voice or the cocky confidence of someone who knew how to unravel another man with practised ease, it made Yoongi melt little by little. Which frustrated him, quite frankly. It should not be possible for someone so infuriating to be capable of making him blush so deeply.

Too much? the question echoed between his ears, laid back but careful. It wasn't too much, not at all. If anything he wanted more.

So he followed his instincts and let the man continue.

“... What do you want.”

He shrugged.

“I don’t know what you look like, but you sound hot. I’d definitely take a bite out of you.”

Yoongi felt his stomach flutter. He ran a hand through his hair nervously. You sound hot? Could the man hear how ridiculous he sounded?

“You’d go that far for someone from their voice alone? A little pathetic don’t you think?” Posturing was all Yoongi could do to save face after so openly allowing the man to continue his antics.

“You say it’s pathetic but you’re thinking it’s actually kinda charming,” he smiled through the receiver.

“Don’t you have other people to scam?" Yoongi pushed. "Isn't that what you're getting paid to do? Because you're definitely not getting paid to hit on people, that's for sure.”

The man sighed dramatically.

“Boss makes a dollar, I make a dime, that’s why I fuck pretty twinks on company time. Isn’t that how the saying goes?”

Yoongi's jaw was slack as he digested those words, at the way he turned the slogan into something so raunchy and uncomfortably close to the truth.

“You’re so brave, Mr. Scammer," he kept pestering despite the spark growing between them. "Is that the best line you and your scammer co-workers could come up with for your union?”

“Nah, this is all me. Wanna hear more?”

Yoongi closed his eyes and imagined for a brief moment the man was speaking close to him, against his ear. The way his voice was so warm, the way it rasped when he was playful, the way it would slide from high to low in an instant. It sent a shiver down his spine.

“I’d really rather not, for my own sanity.”

He hummed.

“Your claws are really sharp, Min.”

He clenched his fist, feeling his blunt nails raking over his skin.

“I get that often, too.”

“Oh, you do?" There was a mean edge to the man's voice. God, he loved a mean man. "For you to be so pissy I can’t imagine you getting much action lately.”

Yoongi tutted. 

“You some kind of expert on how much dick pretty twinks get?”

“Just a lucky guess.”

The smile in his voice was so sexy, made Yoongi want him so badly.

So he decided to open the proverbial door just a tad, in hopes the man would continue until he saw stars.

“Tragically you are lucky indeed, Mr. Scammer,” he pouted as he admitted.

“I did give you my name, you know?" He said softly once more. "You can use it.”

“Oh, you actually gave me your real name? And you criticise me for putting my phone number into a shady website, Jung.”

“It’s technically a real company, Min," he kept smiling, unaffected by his taunting. "I have to give you my real name.”

“Technically," Yoongi scoffed. "You lecture me over my online safety practice but you work on the frontlines for a company getting sued for fraud." Then, more sardonically, "crazy how it’s still running at this very moment. You'd swear they'd be trying to cover their tracks.”

The man laughed.

“Crazier than the way you keep dodging me?”

Yoongi bit his lip, smile spreading too wide, cheeks burning too red.

“Absolutely, Jung.”

“Sure sounds nice coming from those lips.”

Yoongi imagined the stranger – Jung – lazing back in his desk chair with a lazy smile on his lips, legs spread just enough for them to look supple and mouth-watering. He imagined him resting his palm on his stomach, then running it slowly down to his crotch. He imagined the edges of his lips curling up at Yoongi voicing out his name in his deep baritone. The run-around was enticing, making his heart race.

He'd think the fact Jung was a complete stranger, someone he didn't even know the appearance of, would be enough of a reason for him to be put off by their predicament. But if he thought hard enough, he could see the faults in his rationale. Sure, he didn't know what Jung looked like, but they knew more about each other than his one night stands ever did. And he had a better grasp on Jung's spunky attitude than he did of any person he'd made out with at the club.

Not to mention the fact Jung was on the job. That only made it hotter.

“What do you want,” Yoongi asked once more. No more playing. He wanted to hear it from Jung's mouth.

“What do you look like?” Jung retorted instead.

Yoongi didn't know what to say at first. Where could he even begin?

“Hum... Black hair?" He tried. Jung hummed, guiding him to continue.

"It's a little overgrown, covers my eyes. Thinking of letting it grow out like those movie stars in the west.”

It felt a little vulnerable, saying something so menial to a stranger who wanted him, something he'd only conversationally mention to his friends over take-out dinner after one of them asked why he let it fall over his vision.

Jung didn't hesitate.

“I bet you’d look real pretty. And already do.”

It couldn't be true, because Jung didn't know him, but it made Yoongi blush just the same. He tried deflecting with a laugh.

“Sure.”

“What else?” He asked curiously. Yoongi looked down to himself, trying to find something to describe.

“Dark eyes, I guess. Dark brown. And my skin’s pretty pale, too, since I don’t really leave the house or my studio much.”

He sounded small to his own ears, the embarrassment getting the better of him, but making him smile regardless.

“Studio?” He seemed to have perked up.

“Yeah, I make music.”

“Oh, that’s awesome. I dance.”

Yoongi grinned.

“Really? What type?”

“Hip hop. Street dance.”

“Shit. Me too,” he said enthusiastically. “Music wise, I mean.”

The excitement in both their voices was palpable, Yoongi's chest swelling at their mutual closeness with a subject so personal to him. 

“We have a lot in common,” Jung mused.

Yoongi couldn't agree more as he tried and failed to calm the fluttering of his heart.

“Your turn,” he changed the subject, placing the spotlight on his flirty counterpart. “What do you look like? Aside from probably being ripped from b-boying.”

Jung laughed.

“I’m not ripped.”

Yoongi hummed, unconvinced.

“Sounds like something someone ripped would say.”

Still giggling, Jung continued.

“Anyways- I dyed my hair a medium brown recently. I think it looks pretty nice. Compliments my skin, I've been told.”

Yoongi couldn't deny how appetising that sounded.

“Tan? You sound like you’re out a lot.”

“You bet.”

“They make you do laps around campus like in highschool?”

“Pff. Hell no. I’m not in college for dance anyways.”

“Oh, what for, then.”

“Physiotherapy.”

Yoongi frowned, but it made a lot more sense. A dancer studying physiotherapy who worked at a scam company, the only place that would likely hire him. Heck, it was probably the only place with a flexible schedule.

“That’s really cool.”

Jung sighed.

“It’s for my parents more than myself, but I made sure I picked something useful for my dancing.”

He sounded tense, like the subject stressed him. Yoongi couldn't blame him - he knew that pressure first-hand.

Perhaps he should lighten the mood.

“Hmm. Sounds like you should be using company time to study, then. Medicine is no joke.”

Would he find it amusing? Or was it too sensitive of a subject, Yoongi wondered.

The lighthearted chuckle on the other end of the receiver made him smile in relief.

“You sure love bringing back comments about my dick, Min," he teased. "Just say the word.”

His heart raced.

“What word?”

“Say you want it," he stated. It wasn't the playful and excited tone it was mere moments ago. No, it was darker again, more promising, more dangerous and inviting. "I promise I’ll be nice... If you want me to.”

“You think you’re hot shit, huh?” Yoongi couldn't help but provoke despite the thrill that ran up his spine.

“You like it?” It was almost rhetorical, spoken with a grin that Yoongi mimicked.

“What do you think, Jung?”

"...You want to know what I think?"

Electricity sparked through his limbs, his core. The question was so honest in what it was, what it promised to become. Yoongi was in it now, and he knew it. And God, it was embarrassing how simple words and a teasing tone could affect him.

"I do," he took the bait, bracing himself for the words Jung had in store for him.

He made a little sound of approval over the phone and then proceeded.

“I think you’re a brat. I think you like riling guys up and frustrating them until they crack and fuck their frustration out on you senselessly. I think you pretend to be uninterested because you’re shy and feel the need to act tough to cover it up. I think you want someone to see through it and reach out, to push you until you admit how desperate you are to get fucked." 

Then, like he hadn't just dismantled him completely and left him bare, he asked with feigned innocence.

"Did I get that all right, Min Yoongi?”

Yoongi shivered at the words, felt his cock swell at the raw, unfiltered way Jung delivered his eerily accurate dissection of how he behaved with men he wanted. He felt naked, so exposed and god, if it wasn't the hottest thing he'd ever been told.

His ears burnt, his heart hammered against his ribcage and the throbbing between his legs had grown with every word that had been uttered. His thighs quivered from the way his growing arousal sent sparks that radiated throughout his limbs and the hand he'd left on his thigh travelled slowly up. His fingers grazed bleached denim until he felt the tough sewn fabric over his crotch. He pressed down to alleviate some pressure, hearing the way that sweet, devilish voice took him apart in a tone so mean, yet so comforting.

Did I get that all right, Min Yoongi?

"Y-yeah." He breathed, a little too vulnerable.

Jung chuckled.

“You’re already touching yourself?”

Shit.

“Maybe," he replied bashfully. His hand rubbed over himself again and he felt his toes curl at the sensation. It almost felt like an act of defiance, like he wasn't supposed to touch himself until he was given permission. But perhaps that was merely the type of power Jung had over people.

“Are you sitting right now?" He asked calmly, smiling as though he didn't have Yoongi under the palm of his hand. "At a desk?"

“Y-yes," He looked to the side. "I have a sofa, though.”

Jung laughed.

“Fancy. That’s good. Lie down on the sofa for me, if you can?”

It was framed as a question, allowing Yoongi as much leeway as he needed for his comfort. It was endearing.

He stood up and quietly cursed as he quickly adjusted the uncomfortable, tight state of the front of his jeans. He took off his slides, set his pillows against the arm rest and got himself comfortable.

“Okay. I’m lying down,” he spoke up.

Jung was quick to respond.

“Take your pants off.”

“Completely?”

“Yes.”

He unbuttoned and zipped down, breath faltering as it dragged over the sensitive, swollen flesh of his dick. Then, he lifted his butt off the couch and dragged his pants off his legs, together with his briefs. He dropped the items on the floor and looked down at his own state of undress.

He wore a black hoodie with minimalistic red text over the front, a few sizes too large so it covered the tops of his legs. It contrasted starkly against his pale, flushed thighs, and especially with his quickly hardening cock.

“Done,” he announced with anticipation.

“What’s your cock like? Pretty like the rest of you?”

Yoongi flushed further, huffing in disbelief.

“You don’t know if I’m pretty.”

“I’m sure you are,” he replied confidently. Yoongi didn't know if it was frustrating or captivating. Probably both.

“Sure… My cock’s normal I guess," he offered. "A little on the shorter side, maybe? It’s a bit thick though, I think…”

Jung chuckled.

“You think?”

Yoongi frowned, feeling embarrassed.

“S-shut up.”

“Don’t worry, it’s cute," he said with a wide grin. It was driving Yoongi crazy how he could hear it so clearly and yet couldn't catch a glimpse of it. He was a sucker for a nice smile, especially when attached to someone as magnetic as Jung.

"I wish I could suck you off," the man continued. "Wish I could feel your thighs tremble under my hands.”

“Too bad,” Yoongi said in an act of rebellion. He couldn't help it, it was too easy.

Jung clicked his tongue.

“Be careful…”

His tone had gotten darker again, sharp and ready to fire.

Yoongi pressed his thighs together, gently squeezed the pink head of his cock.

“Oh yeah? Or what.”

He heard Jung exhale.

“I’ll shove my cock down your throat and keep it there until you can’t breathe.”

Yoongi bucked into his own fist unconsciously and gasped. The thought was so dizzying, as was the build-up. He truly wanted nothing more than this stranger's cock in his mouth as he held onto his hair tightly and made Yoongi take all of him. All because he misbehaved. He deserved it.

“Fuck,” he whined, easing his grip on his dick and feeling precum dribble onto his fingers.

“Touch yourself slowly," Jung assured, contrasting his previous bite. "Don’t rush.”

“What about you?” He asked a little too eagerly.

“I’m doing the same.” Yoongi wished he could see it. He thought of this stranger with golden skin stroking his cock languidly, athletic body making his stomach and thighs slim and wiry. He wondered how Jung imagined him, too. Did he picture his overgrown dark hair fanning over his eyes messily? Did he picture his pale fingers wrapped around dark pink flesh? Could he guess his cherry lips were pretty and parted as his breathing stuttered with every stroke?

“What are you gonna do to me?” He almost pleaded.

“I want you to finger yourself a bit," Jung instructed. "Want you to feel a little full, pretend it’s me. That okay, Min?”

Yoongi shook his head despite nobody being there to see it.

“Yoongi. Call me Yoongi. Please.”

“Okay Yoongi." He bit his lip. It sounded so good coming from those lips. "I want you to wet your fingers real good. Use as many as you usually do.”

“How would you know if I did this to myself often?”

He couldn't help but smile to himself as he bent his knees and lathered his fingers in saliva.

“You don’t?” The question was genuine, confusion etched clearly in his voice. It made Yoongi giggle.

“I have toys to do it for me," he explained, the pad of his middle finger circling his entrance. "Better angle.”

“Naughty,” Jung said playfully.

“More like resourceful.”

And with that, Yoongi plunged in, body accepting the intrusion easily. He thrust it in and out gently, acclimatising himself to the sensation before adding his ring finger as well.

Meanwhile, Jung hummed to himself, considering what Yoongi had said.

“How big are the things you fuck yourself with?”

“Big enough,” he said confidently, albeit a bit strained. He thrust both fingers eagerly, quicker, loving the way his sensitive hole fluttered around his digits. Still, the angle wasn't the best, and Yoongi wished the other was there to do a better job of reaching that lovely spot in his body.

“Not ambitious?" Jung teased. "What if I’m bigger than the stuff you have at home?”

“Cocky bastard,” he bit back, as if it didn't turn him on further.

“You have quite a mouth on you.”

“Too bad you’re not here to keep it busy.”

“Shit," he gritted out, just as strained as Yoongi was. "You can go faster, baby.”

He obeyed, fisting his cock once more and shoving his fingers faster into himself.

“Aah- Shit.”

“Are you thinking about my fingers in you?" Jung asked, a little out of breath. "I could fill you up nicely. They’re pretty slim but they could still fill you up and stretch you nice and good. Can reach where you might be struggling to right now.”

As his hole stretched around his fingers, cock sensitive and leaking, Yoongi whined. He pictured Jung's faceless body between his open legs, fingerfucking him until he was open and wet and ready for him. He'd curl his fingers deep inside of him and make him see stars until he was left shivering on the couch. He didn't care if they weren't as thick as his own, that really didn't matter, but it was a great visual to add into his mental folder.

“Pretty fingers are good too,” he sighed, breath growing heavier as his pleasure escalated.

“Hm. Glad to know. My cock’s fuller though. Might hurt a little bit going in if I don’t prep you well enough.”

Yoongi's head was swimming, hips stuttering into his fist once more. He sounded so reassuring and kind, but he was a menace, purposefully riling him up. Jung understood just exactly what he liked and how he wanted it, and was teasingly dropping those breadcrumbs in front of him.

He wanted the man in him right then, splitting him in half in the cock he promised to give. He didn't care if he was playing it up for the fantasy, anything would make him feel good and full compared to his own fingers in his lonely studio.

“Hurting can be good too," he said, voice small and needy. "Just a little is good.”

“Yeah? Want me to stuff you until you’re at your limit?”

Yoongi wanted to know what he was feeling, how close to climaxing he was, how affected by Yoongi he was. His voice was growing raspy and airy, exerted from his effort. Yoongi moaned, wishing the proposition to be true, picturing it as he fucked himself.

“Please, Jung,” he whined, heat pooling low in his gut as his climax neared.

“Hoseok,” the man offered. "My name is Hoseok."

Yoongi didn't think twice.

“Please, Hoseok. I want you so bad...”

“You beg so nicely... Do you also get on your knees or would I have to push you a little?”

“Push," he groaned, tightening his fist around his cock. "I bite.”

Hoseok laughed lightheartedly.

“Hopefully not there.”

“N-no!" Yoongi stammered. "No, I just meant-”

“I know, I know, it’s okay," he reassured gently. "Would you like me to bite you too? For real though?”

“Hng- yeah. I love it.”

“Bet you taste so good. Neck, shoulders, even your thighs.”

Yoongi was growing incoherent the closer and closer he reached his orgasm. Hoseok's words were striking him deep, as did his own fingers working their way in his body. The picture of the dancer between his legs grew more vivid as he imagined him leaning down and tasting his skin. It set a flame alight in his body, moans filling up the room.

“Yes, please. God, so good...”

“You like how it hurts?" He mocked. "I’m sensing a pattern.”

“Please, Hoseok…”

“I wish I could," he pressed. "I’d make it so obvious you were with someone. Mark you all purple and red. Would make you feel so good, just the way you want it.”

He hastened his pace, treading right on the edge with his jaw hanging open.

“Hoseok, I’m, I’m-”

“Go ahead, cum for me," Hoseok told him, breathing heavily and struggling to keep his voice even. "Cum around my cock. You feel so good around me too, Yoongi...”

He came with a gasp, shuddering violently as cum spurted all over the pale skin of his thighs.

On the other end of the receiver, he heard Hoseok grunt an expletive under his breath before moaning long and drawn-out, no doubt imagining he was deep in Yoongi's tight body. And Yoongi kept pumping his cock with a loose fist as he heard him climax, eyes closed, picturing Hoseok over him, bodies close as he groaned in Yoongi's ear. The remaining bits of cum dripped down his hand before it came to a stop, but he barely paid it any mind. He was panting, as was Hoseok over the phone, both quiet as they caught their breath.

“Wow,” Yoongi broke the silence, limbs feeling like jelly.

“Yeah,” Hoseok agreed, a winded little laugh mingling with his words.

“Hoseok.”

“Yoongi.”

They tasted each other's name on their tongue.

“You do this with all your unsuspecting customers?”

Hoseok snickered.

“My elderly gullible customers? No thanks.”

Yoongi pressed his lips in a pout.

“Maybe you do, though. I'll have you know my friends call me grandpa to clown on me.”

“So I fucked both a cat and a grandpa?" He feigned shock. Yoongi rolled his eyes. "A grandpa cat? How crazy is that?”

“You’re so silly.”

“You haven’t hung up though.”

He fought back a smile.

“I almost did. So many times.”

“And yet here we are. My killer charm never fails me.”

“Look at that, the urge to hang up has returned! Funny how that works.”

“You’re insufferable.”

“You like it.”

Hoseok laughed brightly. Yoongi wanted more of it.

“I really do," he admitted. "So, Yoongi, wanna give your phone number to another unreliable source?”

He laughed, forearm coming up to cover his eyes in disbelief. At the man he spoke to. At the situation he was in.

Still, the answer was as obvious as it was easy to confess.

“Maybe I do.”

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