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Showering is a whole ordeal in a house with seven guys and only two bathrooms. As Hoseok passes by one of them, he faintly hears Jimin's giggles and Jungkook's moans, and his own lips turn up with a smile.

One solution to their two shower problem is showering with someone else. Though, it's quite ineffective when it comes to time efficiency because it's never just showering when you have a gorgeous naked boyfriend within arms reach.

Namjoon and Yoongi, not big fans of potentially dangerous slippery activities, could only be talked into it with cute pouts from the maknaes, Seokjin always agrees if there's something (a blowjob) in it for him, and Hoseok himself indulges the maknaes too if they're not in a hurry in the morning or too tired at night.

Tonight, it seems, Jimin and Jungkook are having their own fun before bed. They're also in the larger bathroom of the two, so when Hoseok enters the smaller one and spots a sleepy Taehyung brushing his teeth, he's a bit surprised that Taehyung hasn't also joined in on the fun.

“Not in the mood for shower shenanigans?” Hoseok asks with a grin as he ruffles Taehyung's hair.

Taehyung turns around to face him, mouth foamy and eyes droopy. “Too tired,” he mumbles around the toothbrush. And yet he still watches attentively as Hoseok undresses.

“Really?” Hoseok laughs because Taehyung's eyes track down his naked form and a hum of appreciation leaves him.

Taehyung shrugs a shoulder and a lazy smile curls his foamed mouth up. “I can still enjoy the show.”

Hoseok snorts and flicks Taehyung's nose before hopping into the shower and putting on a one man show just for him. He sings his heart out and Taehyung joins in with his low baritone, the two of them starting another concert. After a few minutes there's a shout from Seokjin for them to shut up and they burst into giggles instead.

When Hoseok steps out, Taehyung is already sitting on the counter, legs swinging. He watches Hoseok towel off and dress in his pajamas, waiting to be pampered by him a little. Because if there's one thing Hoseok is known for around the house, it's his need to take care of them.

Hoseok cups Taehyung's cheeks, gives him a kiss on the lips for being patient and enjoys how Taehyung pulls him in, hands on Hoseok's waist, thighs snug around his hips.

“Did well today, baby,” Hoseok praises Taehyung softly with the bonus of a kiss to the corner of his mouth.

Taehyung's smile is a timid shy thing, the way he gets when one of them six praises him. He returns the kiss, but to Hoseok's jaw, and brushes his nose along Hoseok's cheek. “Hyung did well today too.”

The concert was a resounding success. Hoseok's ears still ring with cheers and applause. But to make it so, each of them put in their all, and now each of them is also dealing with the crash from such a high.

They trade a couple more kisses, simply enjoying being in each other's arms. And then Hoseok rummages through the drawers and pulls out some supplies to take care of Taehyung. That's his way of dealing with the post concert crash—taking care of one of his boyfriends always helps him feel more grounded.

A headband with bear ears holds Taehyung's hair out of his face as Hoseok applies layer after layer of skincare. He has a bunny one for Jungkook, a white cat one for Jimin and a black cat for Yoongi, Seokjin's is a pink and sparkly unicorn one, and Namjoon always rolls his eyes when Hoseok pulls out the puppy one for him but he still wears it, of course.

Taking care of his boyfriends is second nature to Hoseok. Comes naturally and easily to him, satisfies some deep part of him.

It could be something simple like right now—applying toner to Taehyung's face, finger pads gently brushing over his skin, feeling the warmth of his hands on his waist, his fingers tapping a rhythm on Hoseok's hips as he hums softly, absolutely at ease to be in Hoseok's hands.

Or it could be a late night pillow talk with Seokjin, curled around each other and sleepily whispering about hopes and dreams and fears until they're too tired to keep their eyes open.

It could be forcing Namjoon to slow down and lay down with his head in Hoseok's lap so Hoseok could pet his hair and let him talk about what's on his mind, never interrupting, only humming in acknowledgement as Namjoon sorts his thoughts out.

Or it could be grabbing Yoongi's hand during an event with too many people that induces anxiety even for the most extroverted of them seven, twining their fingers together and squeezing in reassurance so that Yoongi knows he's not alone, he has an anchor in Hoseok that he can hold onto instead of breaking the habit of picking at his nails until they bleed.

It could also be getting his hands on Jimin after a long day of practice, massaging his aches away, knowing exactly which spot and how to work it, listening to all the pretty sounds Jimin makes and then taking care of him in a different way when he's all pliant and relaxed and begging for hyung in that sweet croon of his.

Or it could be letting Jungkook wrap around him after the maknae has had a too long day and the voices inside his head whisper mean things, letting him bury his nose in Hoseok's neck, snuffling like a puppy, while Hoseok whispers reassurances to him about how loved he is and rubs his back until he falls asleep and starts snoring cutely.

It pleases Hoseok greatly to know he's their safe space. That they find his touches soothing, that it's easy for them to relax around him, fall asleep and be so completely vulnerable with him. 

Like Taehyung right now who simply sits there, eyes closed, completely trusting Hoseok and so at ease in his company. His breathing has turned slow and his chin dips forward as he dozes off to Hoseok's gentle touches.

“Alright, trouble, let's get you to bed,” Hoseok whispers when Taehyung's face is shiny and pink and he can't hold his head up anymore.

Taehyung leans against him heavily as they stumble down the hall, and Hoseok struggles to keep his giggles in at how adorable his sleepy bear is. They do manage to make it to Taehyung's room where Jimin is already curled up like a cat in the sheets, blinking heavily at them.

“Took you long enough,” Jimin mumbles through a yawn and opens his arms for Taehyung to fit himself in his embrace.

“Where's Jungkookie?” Hoseok asks. He watches Taehyung snuggle into Jimin's chest and once they're both comfortable, he tucks the blanket around them to make sure they're cozy.

Jimin's fingers immediately start carding through Taehyung's hair. He's also got sleep heavy eyes but a smile still curls his lips. “Jungkookie wanted some special treatment tonight,” he says. “I helped him get prepped in the shower.”

The words and Jimin's smirk make Hoseok's heart thunder a little faster. There's a certain indulgence his boyfriends sometimes allow him after a tiring day like today when everyone is falling asleep on their feet but Hoseok is buzzing with energy.

The excitement must show in his expression because Jimin chuckles softly. “Knew you'd like that a little too much.”

Cheeks heating up, Hoseok sticks his tongue out at Jimin childishly. It makes Jimin laugh harder and Taehyung grumbles about his pillow having a laughing fit. After kissing them both first on their foreheads and then lips, Hoseok leaves Taehyung's room to go to his own where his present is waiting for him.

Jimin wasn't wrong with his assumption, of course. They all know there's nothing Hoseok loves more than knowing his boyfriends feel so safe with him that they'd let him do anything. Yoongi is his most usual indulger. He sleeps deep and rarely wakes up no matter what Hoseok does to him. Namjoon and Seokjin are too light sleepers. Even after such an exhausting day, they'd wake up from the barest of touches. They do try to pretend for Hoseok's sake but it's not the same. Out of the three maknaes, Jungkook is the most difficult to tire out enough for what Hoseok wants. His energy reserves are never ending, but when he crashes, he's similar to Yoongi in being difficult to wake up.

So it's a really rare treat for Hoseok to find Jungkook sprawled out on his bed. Naked. Asleep already. Hoseok clicks the door of his bedroom shut quietly and approaches the bed cautiously.

Jungkook has turned off the main light, only leaving the warm yellow glow of the bedside lamp he gifted to Hoseok for “ambience, hyung! The main light is too bright. You need cozy lighting.”

For a moment Hoseok simply lets his eyes trace Jungkook's naked form—the spread of his toned thighs, his soft cock resting on his hip, the dip of his sculpted abs, his broad muscled chest rising and falling with slow breaths, the tattoos on his arm, hands clenched where they rest on the bed either side of his head.

Jungkook's usually pouty lips are slightly parted now, his cheeks rosy, probably as much from the shower as from Jimin's prep, and his fluttering lashes throw shadows on them. Wavy hair, still damp, frames his pretty face.

It squeezes Hoseok's heart with a lovely ache to witness Jungkook's naked trust in him. So vulnerable and sweet in sleep, Jungkook is a wonder to look at. And it's no surprise Hoseok spends several minutes letting his eyes wander.

But the need to touch soon becomes impossible to ignore. Hoseok dances his fingers lightly over Jungkook's inner thigh. “Jungkook-ah,” he calls softly, just to make sure. Jungkook doesn't stir, doesn't so much as twitch.

Humming to himself, Hoseok places his whole palm on Jungkook's thigh. His fingers nearly touch Jungkook's balls but he resists for now. Instead, he carefully leans his weight on the bed to get closer to Jungkook and places sweet pecks on his forehead, his nose, his cheek, and the dip of his cupid's bow.

“Hm,” Jungkook exhales deeply in satisfaction and his fingers twitch uncontrollably. It makes Hoseok grin to think that even in sleep Jungkook senses him.

“My baby got so exhausted, huh? We finally managed to tire out our bunny?” Hoseok whispers, so soft and quiet, and nuzzles gently at Jungkook's cheek before leaving another lingering kiss there. “Hyung will take care of you.”

Slow and deliberate with his movements so as to not jostle Jungkook, Hoseok gets off the bed and goes to grab his skincare from the bathroom. The apartment is already dark and quiet, only him left awake, and somehow that stirs extra excitement in Hoseok.

When he comes back to his room, Jungkook hasn't moved an inch. The light paints his skin all honey colored and the shadows accentuate the muscles he's worked hard for. Sometimes Hoseok can't believe that Jungkook is all his.

Hoseok gets back on the bed with his supplies. He makes sure to warm up the unscented lotion in his hands before settling himself between Jungkook's legs and starting to rub his left calf. Proper skin hydration is important but Hoseok would bet his soul that Jungkook doesn't do it often enough. So he takes care of it for his baby, sure and steady fingers working over every inch of Jungkook's body.

It's rather calming for him too—simply rubbing lotion all up Jungkook's left leg and then the right (if he lingers on a toned thigh to grope it a little, that's for him to know), gliding hands over his hips and abs and chest. Hoseok catches himself smiling unconsciously as he cups Jungkook's pecs and thumbs at his nipples and nearly laughs at his own ridiculousness. But sue him, he loves Jungkook's body, and especially loves that Jungkook allows him to care for him like this.

Finished with Jungkook's torso, Hoseok moves to his arms. Jungkook's forearms are decorated with visible veins from the tension so Hoseok massages them gently, trying to get him to relax. He circles his thumbs over Jungkook's palm and rubs each finger individually to get them to unclench and instead rest delicately against Jungkook's palms.

“So tense, Jaykay. You really needed hyung's help to unwind,” Hoseok murmurs and glances at Jungkook's face, so much younger looking in sleep. Nothing more than Jungkook's fluttering lashes answer him.

As Jungkook keeps puffing soft breaths, unaware of whatever is happening, Hoseok keeps up the gentle massage, getting his hands on every part of Jungkook. Jungkook's body is all soft and pliant beneath his palms, warmed up by Hoseok's rubbing.

He indulges himself a little more and leaves a kiss in the hollow of Jungkook's throat, on his sternum and over his heart, in the dip between the grid of his six pack, a couple over the length of his soft cock, and on each of his thighs. And then he sits back and reaches for his other supplies.

Like he did for Taehyung, Hoseok puts a headband on Jungkook and brushes the unruly curls off his pretty face. A little chuckle escapes him at the tiny white bunny ears sticking out between Jungkook's dark curls. It's beyond cute. He takes a quick picture and sets it as his phone background before focusing up again.

He deliberates just hovering over Jungkook but ultimately sits his ass carefully over his strong thighs. It doesn't wake Jungkook, he's difficult to wake once he's this deep asleep, only a sigh escapes him as his body melts more against the mattress like Hoseok's weight atop him relaxes him more.

Humming a soft tune to himself, Hoseok goes about doing a skincare routine for Jungkook. It's a bit different than the one he did for Taehyung as each of them have different skin sensitivities. But it's also part of Hoseok's care package. He likes knowing these kinds of things about his boyfriends and taking care of them according to their needs.

Hoseok is gentle with his touches, delicate in the way he caresses Jungkook's face with different toners and creams. His fingers flutter over Jungkook's cheeks and nose and forehead, over the cut of his jaw.

It's difficult to resist (and Hoseok doesn't really try very hard) the tempting plushness of Jungkook's lips. So he brushes his own lips over them, gives them a little peck, feeling the give of them. Call it part of his special care package too.

Jungkook's face now shiny with proper skincare, Hoseok lifts off of him and grins when Jungkook's eyebrows scrunch in dissatisfaction. He mumbles something incoherent in his sleep and makes a move to roll onto his side but Hoseok stops him with hands on his small waist. Jungkook's eyebrow scrunch deepens, not happy with it, but the gentle circles Hoseok rubs over his hips soothe him back into the deep of sleep.

“Good boy,” Hoseok tells him, and Jungkook hums a little sound like he's heard it.

After putting all the supplies on his bedside table, Hoseok returns to his spot between Jungkook's legs. The previous moving around made Jungkook pull his legs closer together so Hoseok has to gently coax them to spread apart more so he could lie down on his belly between them.

The special treatment part of his care package starts with his nose running from root to tip of Jungkook's soft cock. He smells the tiniest bit of soap there, mostly just clean as he prefers the unscented stuff. Hoseok places kisses on the shaft and lightly licks the cockhead. It jumps slightly at the attention and Hoseok giggles to himself. “Cute,” he mumbles before giving it another butterfly-gentle kiss.

Jungkook doesn't react at all. His body stays spread for Hoseok's taking, all relaxed and pliant and unaware. The trust Jungkook has gifted Hoseok with, the complete and utter reign he's been granted over Jungkook's body—it makes his head spin thinking about it.

Because Hoseok could do anything or nothing at all. But Jungkook trusts him to take care of him, trusts that Hoseok knows what he needs best, trusts him so much and so deeply that he doesn't even have to be awake to voice any of his needs.

And Hoseok takes pride in being that safe place for Jungkook, and all his other boyfriends. He takes immense pleasure just from the fact that they feel comfortable being put in such a vulnerable position without much thought because they know Hoseok will do nothing but worship their bodies.

It might be a bit of a power trip to have such uninhibited reign over someone else. As he licks and sucks Jungkook's soft cock to full chub, Hoseok does think about Jungkook's pleasure, about how to make him feel good, but ultimately this is for his own selfish need to prove that he's the best at taking care of his boyfriends, at anticipating exactly what they need and giving them that.

What he thinks Jungkook needs right now is a gentle orgasm so he doesn't wake and can rest through the night. It was nice of him to think ahead and ask Jimin to prep him for Hoseok, but the rocking motion would probably wake him up and that's the last thing Hoseok wants.

So he keeps up the slow bob of his head as he sucks Jungkook off gently. It's messy with too much saliva because Hoseok doesn't want to apply too much suction or pressure. He mostly lets Jungkook's heavy cock rest on his tongue and bump the back of his throat on every other stroke.

That won't be enough for Jungkook to orgasm, though, and his ass is inviting anyway, so Hoseok glides his palms over Jungkook's thighs and hitches his legs up a bit for better access. He pops off Jungkook's cock, shiny with his drool, and watches his face carefully as he pushes a finger inside him.

The slide in is smooth. Jimin never skimps on using lube so Jungkook is all slick inside. Ready to be taken. He'll be pouty and annoyed in the morning when he finds out Hoseok didn't use him like that, but Jungkook is one hell of a rider when he's annoyed.

Thinking of how Jungkook will push him into the mattress to take what he wants, using all those hard earned muscles, how smooth but hard and fast his ride will be, how gorgeous his smirk will look as he gazes down at Hoseok and teases him by clamping his hole around his cock, how he'll enjoy having Hoseok beg to make him cum—that just solidifies it in Hoseok's mind to not take Jungkook tonight.

It might be another selfish desire to see Jungkook so unrestrained. But he always puts in extra effort when he thinks he's got control over a hyung. Like it's a chore for any of them to be under Jungkook, forced to take what he gives. Hoseok knows for a fact all of them enjoy Jungkook taking the reins like that, but they act a little annoyed, fight him a little to take the control back because it lights a fire of competitiveness inside Jungkook. And a competitive Jungkook makes for a very enthusiastic lover.

Anticipation for the morning ride already has Hoseok's belly clenching. But for now he simply starts a slow rhythm with his finger in Jungkook's hole. He watches for any reaction, eyes locked on his face, but besides the tiniest hitch in his breath, there's nothing.

Eyes cast up to keep them on Jungkook, Hoseok lowers his head again to lick over Jungkook's cock. He suckles the head, swirls his tongue around it and kitten-licks at the slit there. Jungkook's nose twitches with a scrunch. The bunny headband makes him look even cuter than usual (if such a thing is possible).

A little overwhelmed by the visual, Hoseok pulls off Jungkook's cock and leans over him to place gentle kisses all over Jungkook's face. Starting with his cutely scrunched nose, his closed lids, his ruddy cheeks, and ending with several lingering pecks to his cupid's bow and the mole beneath his bottom lip.

All the while he works his finger gently inside Jungkook. He wonders if it's enough for Jungkook to feel much of it. His hole isn't tight, Jimin did a good job, and Jungkook is all lax in sleep, and so the second finger slides in easily too.

From up close, Hoseok watches how Jungkook's eyebrows draw together, just a little, at the bigger intrusion. If he were awake, he'd be demanding for more and harder already. His moans would be filling the room, too loud and lewd.

That's probably the only downside to this whole thing—Hoseok can't hear Jungkook's pleasure blessing his ears, so instead he watches. As he fits in a third finger, the fit now a lot tighter, he watches Jungkook's mouth part a little wider and a soft ah leave it. He watches his eyelashes flutter and watches his hands twitch. Watches the way Jungkook turns his head a little as if in search of something. He watches Jungkook try to turn again, his body twitching but unable because Hoseok pins him down. Something of a whine barely sounds in Jungkook's throat, and Hoseok grins to himself, convinced Jungkook's body intuitively wants to move and present his ass for a good fucking.

“Shh, baby,” Hoseok soothes Jungkook's sudden restlessness. He stills his fingers, just keeping them inside, keeping Jungkook nice and full, and presses his lips to Jungkook's cheek until Jungkook calms down enough for his liking.

Once a little snore breaks up Jungkook's breathing, having Hoseok snickering to himself at the cuteness of it all, he picks up the rhythm of his fingers again. He moves down Jungkook's body, placing lingering kisses all over—the slow and steady pulse point on his neck, the swell of his pec and the peak of his stiff nipple, the plains of his torso and the grid of his abs.

His goal is Jungkook's attention seeking cock. It curves proudly against Jungkook's belly, and a bead of precum shines right beneath the head of it where it's dripped onto Jungkook's skin. Hoseok doesn't hesitate to stick his tongue out and lick it up before taking the cockhead into his mouth to gently suckle on it.

It's a delicate balance to know how much would be too much to wake Jungkook. Hoseok has it down to a science with Yoongi, can draw his pleasure out until the last possible second because he's had plenty of practice. But he has to be more careful with Jungkook. Taking care of their maknae like this is a rare treat and Hoseok isn't about to screw it up. So the pace he sets with his mouth and fingers might be too slow and gentle but he'll get Jungkook there eventually.

The whole time he watches Jungkook's face and body for any and all reactions. His mouth falls open wider with a hitched breath when Hoseok swirls his tongue around the cockhead and applies a little more suction. Once Hoseok finds that sweet spot inside Jungkook and brushes over it with every other thrust of his fingers, Jungkook's eyebrows draw together and his hole tightens and spasms.

The more Hoseok works him, the more noises spill from Jungkook's mouth. Sweet little breathy moans, barely heard groans, and even what Hoseok interprets as a mumbled hyung. While the sinful sounds have Hoseok's cock fully hard and throbbing, the whispery honorific sends his heart aflutter. Even if it's not him, he hopes that whichever hyung is starring in Jungkook's dream is taking as good care of him as Hoseok is doing in real life.

Hoseok loses himself in the rhythm of it all. Jungkook's dick is nice and weighty on his tongue, has drool slipping past the seal of his mouth and down the shaft. His hole has loosened a little but the heat of it still clamps over Hoseok's fingers now and again. 

Unconsciously, Jungkook starts rocking his hips the tiniest bit like he's chasing both Hoseok's mouth and fingers, not knowing which he wants more. On any other night, when Jungkook is awake, Hoseok would be giving him far more than this, would have him overstimulated, crying and pleading for release. Tonight, though, he allows the rocking and matches Jungkook's movements, humping the mattress to stave off the need he himself feels. But, despite his own needs, Jungkook comes first. Literally.

“Hobi-hyung,” falls in a sweet whine from Jungkook's lips.

It startles Hoseok and he casts his eyes up quickly to see if he's woken Jungkook up after all. But Jungkook's eyes remain closed, body lax and pliant, only his breathing a little shallow. The only thing to signal his orgasm is the full body shudder that runs through him and the spurt of warm cum that fills Hoseok's mouth.

Swallowing Jungkook's load, Hoseok inches his fingers out of his hole. A little dissatisfied grumble leaves Jungkook's mouth and a mighty frown mars his features at that, but Hoseok's kitten-licks to clean his cock calm Jungkook back down. He sighs and the frown clears as his expression smooths out. Hoseok laughs when the little snore starts back up and kisses down Jungkook's cock before turning his head to kiss at his thigh.

His baby taken care of, Hoseok focuses in on his own arousal that throbs almost painful between his legs. While he could get off using his own hand or even risk humping Jungkook's toned thigh, his eyes trace the tempting opening of Jungkook's plush lips and the decision is quickly made for him. After one final caress over Jungkook's thigh and hip, Hoseok shuffles up the bed to kneel by his head.

“Gonna be a good boy and help hyung, hm, Kook-ah?” Hoseok whispers, licking his lips as he stares hungrily at Jungkook's open mouth. He pushes his pajama shorts down beneath his balls and takes himself in hand with a groan of relief.

Jungkook remains blissfully unaware as Hoseok leads his cock to his mouth. It's the barest of sensations when his cockhead touches Jungkook's lips, but Jungkook's reaction is an immediate swipe of his tongue over the intrusion. He frowns once again and huffs before turning his head away.

Hoseok chuckles at the reaction. “No, baby. Come here,” he coaxes in a low voice and uses gentle pressure to turn Jungkook's head back to himself. “There we go, honey.”

Jungkook exhales heavily and smacks his lips. His mouth is barely open anymore so Hoseok teases his lips with his fingers, getting him used to the sensation of being touched there and working his mouth open wider at the same time.

After a minute he replaces his fingers with his dick. The bulbous head of it glides over Jungkook's bottom lip, denting the plushness of it and leaving sticky precum behind. It's more the visual than the sensation that has Hoseok groaning low and guttural.

“That's it, Jaykay,” he mumbles, breathless from the excitement and lust thrumming through him.

Heat sparks inside Hoseok, so intense in its blaze at the unadulterated trust and full control that Jungkook has gifted him. To be so vulnerable as to allow Hoseok such complete reign not only to take care of him but also to satisfy Hoseok's own desires—that's not something Hoseok takes lightly. It's that more than anything that has him hurtling towards his peak.

Because no matter how good Jungkook's mouth is when he's awake, while he's asleep Hoseok can do nothing more but rub his cock over Jungkook's lips and thrust shallowly into his mouth. The sensations alone wouldn't be able to bring him there, but that's not even what matters most. What matters is Jungkook's vulnerability and trust. The love he has for Hoseok to indulge them both in something so beyond intimate.

So as he fists his cock and rubs the head of it over the wetness of Jungkook's tongue and the softness of his lips, as his eyes roam over Jungkook's innocent expression and flushed cheeks, and as he runs his thumb in a gentle caress over the cut of Jungkook's jaw, it's that next level intimacy and complete trust that Hoseok thinks about and which leads him to his ultimate high.

“Fuck,” he grits out harshly as he cums, narrowed eyes set on Jungkook's sleeping face. 

Most of his cum lands inside Jungkook's mouth but a few droplets make it onto his lips and cheek. Jungkook swallows reflexively and the adorable confusion at the taste that makes his lips pouty and scrunches his nose has Hoseok giggling to himself.

Hoseok sighs in satisfaction and tucks himself into his shorts. He drops back down to sit on his heels and yawns and stretches. A smile ticks the corners of his lips upwards as he watches the claim he left on Jungkook's cheek slowly roll down his face and then he snorts to himself thinking how he gave Jungkook two facials in one night and how Seokjin would squeak with laughter at such a lame joke.

Not sure about cum benefits on skin but sure that if he leaves it on Jungkook's face to crust overnight, he will wake up to one very annoyed maknae, Hoseok leans down to kiss the cum off Jungkook's cheek. He hasn't made it in time to do the same for the droplets on his lips as Jungkook's tongue has swiped those away quickly. Still, Hoseok gives Jungkook's lips a lingering sweet kiss. They've worked hard, they deserve it.

And then, because he's far too weak to resist, he peppers kisses all over Jungkook's face, neck, and chest. Jungkook twitches at the attention. This time when he tries to roll onto his stomach—the position they all know Jungkook prefers in sleep—Hoseok doesn't stop him. With an endeared smile on his face, he watches Jungkook snuggle into a pillow before reaching out to take the bunny headband off and card his fingers through Jungkook's fluffed up hair.

The headband joins the myriad of things on Hoseok's nightstand; he'll deal with the mess tomorrow. Taking care of Jungkook and getting a lovely, relaxing orgasm out of it too has left Hoseok as tired as his boyfriends were after the concert. Finally the buzzing under his skin has tapered off and he feels the heaviness setting into his bones.

Hoseok turns off the bedside lamp and settles into his spot next to Jungkook. But not before making sure that Jungkook's naked body is tucked in all warm and snug under the covers, of course.

In the dimness of the city lights spilling through his windows, Hoseok traces Jungkook's features with his eyes as well as with his fingertips. And he wonders how in the world he got so lucky to have his heart and life so full of love.

“Thank you for letting hyung take care of you, baby,” Hoseok whispers and nuzzles Jungkook's cheek before placing a kiss to the corner of his mouth.

Jungkook's answer is a smack of his lips and a sleepy hum. He inhales deeply and his arm and leg go around Hoseok, easily pulling him in to use him as a teddy bear. Hoseok's chuckle is silent as Jungkook sticks his nose into his neck before settling back into sleep. With one last kiss to Jungkook's curls, Hoseok lets his eyes fall closed, a smile on his lips.