As you were brought up onto your knees, staring down at a confused and breathless Hoseok - cock now an angrier red and completely dripping with the help of you and himself – you saw the look of betrayal cross his face as he gave his hyung a what the fuck kind of look, one that quickly morphed into one of frustration.
“Why did you-?” He was cut off mid sentence by the culprit himself, who smiled rather smugly.
“Because, I want my turn with you as well.” Hoseok’s eyes seemed to darken at that, swallowing back the knot in his throat.
You felt your hair once again fall free from the rough confines of Yoongi’s fist, his attention no longer focused on you but on the other male.
“Come here.” Yoongi crooked a finger, beckoning him closer, which Hoseok eagerly did after removing his jeans and briefs the rest of the way down his legs, kicking them off somewhere in the already messy room.
They both stood at the end of the bed now, you still on your knees in the center of it as you watched your boyfriends stare at each other with a knowing look, one you were unfortunately out of the loop of.
Then Yoongi was looking at you, the gentle gaze he’d been sending to Hoseok now replaced with a mask of steel as he eyed you. You tried not to let it completely shatter your resolve, but it still stung your heart all the way to the center.
“Sit down, hands behind your back. You are not allowed to touch yourself, do you understand me?” His eyebrows raised in question, waiting your confirmation.
You quickly sat yourself back against the headboard, where Hoseok had been not even a minute ago, your hands nestled against the base of your spine, chest thrust out in a rather explicit manner due to the position.
With a nod of your head as an answer to him, since your throat felt like it had been set aflame, you watched him focus his gaze back onto the younger male with softening eyes.
Yoongi reached out with knowing intentions, gripping his hand at the nape of Hoseok’s neck to draw him towards his mouth, where he kissed him with slow flicks of his tongue against swollen lips.
You would never get used to the image of them together, the pace of your heart thundering in the confines of your breathless chest. It was a lovely sight, how Hoseok became so compliant under the elders hold, became so submissive in the two person dynamic, yet when he was with you, he ruled your body like it was his throne.
Always in the end it would be Yoongi who undoubtedly stood over both of you though, which of course you and Hoseok didn’t mind in the slightest.
It was the epitome of power, the elder still fully clothed said his boots, completely under control of himself as Hoseok was naked and slightly dizzy from the way the silver haired man licked into his mouth with fever, tasted the coconut lip balm that lightly coated the flesh.
You wanted so badly to be there with them, even if they were only two feet away. The urge to squeeze yourself between their bodies and take what you wanted was brimming on the tip of your fingers, yet you weren’t naive, you knew exactly why you were ordered to sit with your hands clasped in fists behind your back - knuckles turned white against the skin with the force of which you squeezed them against your spine - it was all part of the devils plans himself, and both your sex and heart throbbed with the need of the two boys who were so far away from you once again.
With the sounds of their kisses growing desperate in need, you found yourself getting lost in the confines of your own head, and how utterly stupid you had been to ever distance yourself from them in the first place.
You felt a tightening in your throat when you realized that all this could have been completely destroyed, and all because of your fear of falling in too far. Which the joke was on you, because you were already at the very bottom, already tangled in too deep.
