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Yoongi had promised himself he would never go back to his boyfriend’s workplace.
There was nothing wrong with it; in fact, they had met there a few years back and he remembered it fondly despite it not being a place that inspired much of that feeling. He would say it inspired passion, fun, entertainment, even romance, with him and Hoseok being proof of that, but fondness wasn’t a word many would use to describe it.
See, Hoseok was a dancer for the Magic Mike show. And although he wasn’t really a stripper, he was part of a striptease show. There was a difference, okay? For starters, he wasn’t given one-dollar tips or required to wear thongs, which was a real shame, but he did dance and take off his clothes, sometimes until he was down to his underwear. They presented it as a “theatrical production that breaks away from traditional male revues by centering its production value on empowerment, immersive audience interaction, and high-end choreography”, in the words of their own website.
For Yoongi, what his boyfriend did was just another job, he even saw it as an art form. Hoseok moved like water, with such fluidity that it seemed impossible the human body could do that with such ease. When they were at home in the small apartment they shared for a few months now, Hoseok would dance all over the place. Sometimes he would show him some parts of his routine, making him feel like he wasn’t missing on anything.
He was trained in hip hop and street style, which made him seem like he had no bones in his body. And as talented as he was, Yoongi knew that what he did required hard work, so for him, Hoseok would never just be a stripper. He was an artist, a performer, and he admired his work. Yoongi had no problem with what Hoseok did for a living, especially since the payment was generous, and Hoseok even more so. It was nice to be treated to something special every now and then.
And he wasn’t the jealous type. He knew Hoseok’s heart, body, and soul belonged to him. He'd never had any reason to doubt or distrust him, not even once. He was very secure in their relationship.
The problem was the other people with their slick hands and piercing eyes, wanting his boyfriend in a way only he was allowed to.
He couldn’t blame them, at least not fully. He had been one of them once, when he went to one of those shows for his best friend’s bachelor party. They’d sat in the front row, at a table that made him feel ridiculously important and allowed them to see the show in all its glory, as well as catch the dancers’ attention. Particularly one of them. From the moment he looked into his eyes, and clearly not at his sculpted abs and dangerous moves, he was smitten. Love at first sight and all that. Hoseok had noticed him too, choosing him (over the guy with the satin band announcing it was his bachelor party) to dance on him on stage while he sat in a chair. And the rest, as some would say, was history.
However, as much as he understood the show’s attendees, it also drove him crazy to see other people touching his boyfriend. That wasn’t something he wanted to see, even though he didn’t have a problem with what Hoseok did, so they both agreed that it was best if he didn’t attend the shows. It was the healthiest thing to do.
But there he was once again after almost three years.
The queue outside the venue was very long even though the show had already started. The bouncer let him in without charging him, knowing he was the boyfriend of one of the dancers.
The room was packed, mostly with young women and a few older ones, as expected. There were maybe ten men in the audience, sitting with their female friends who looked excited to be there.
At that moment, one of the dancers named Taehyung was performing his solo. He danced to the rhythm of Save a Horse (Ride a Cowboy), wearing leather pants and a leather vest, with a cowboy hat. Red lights illuminated him, enhancing the sensuality of his dance. The girls sitting in front screamed with enthusiasm, some laughing among themselves as if it were the first time they had ever seen anything like it. Judging by their ages, it was possible that it was.
Yoongi stayed at the back of the room, waiting for Hoseok’s solo to start so he could approach the stage.
The reason he broke his own rule was because they’d had a minor argument that morning and he’d been feeling uneasy ever since. They didn’t usually fight, much less over trivial things that led nowhere. It was stupid, but he was genuinely upset about it that morning.
What happened was that Yoongi confronted him about not doing the laundry the day before while he was at work, since it was supposed to be his turn. Hoseok explained that he had been exhausted the night before and had woken up late that morning, leaving for rehearsal shortly after that. This sparked the argument about Yoongi doing his part even though he was also a very busy man, and Hoseok took offense because he thought Yoongi was implying he wasn’t doing enough when he was the one who made him breakfast and dinner almost every night. Things got heated, and Hoseok left before they could make up; hence, Yoongi was there to sort things out.
It was funny to think about his domestic squabbles while watching a man take off his pants and cover his underwear with a cowboy hat, but it didn’t face him. In fact, it made him see his problems in a lighter way.
After a great chorus of shouts and applause, Taehyung left the stage and the lights dimmed a little, turning into an electric blue color. A wisp of steam escaped from the sides, heightening the anticipation in the air. Then a figure appeared, whom Yoongi recognized immediately: Hoseok walked onto the stage, wearing an oversized hoodie with a pair of baggy cargo pants and a blue baseball cap pulled down over his face.
He took a step forward to get closer to him, but stopped before he could. His boyfriend was working, and it wouldn’t be fair to distract him by ambushing him. It wouldn’t be fair either to the women in the audience who were about to witness the show of their lives, he knew it from experience. So he leaned against the wall and watched the performance from afar, not taking his eyes off him for a second.
Ginuwine’s Pony began to play and the audience screamed with an overwhelming thrill, knowing what was coming next.
Little by little Hoseok began to take off his sweatshirt, revealing his bare abdomen and his low-waisted pants that showed the waistband of his underwear. That was when his performance really began.
Dancing was his thing, moving his body to the rhythm of the music and exuding sensuality with the swaying of his hips, that was what he knew best how to do. He was the flame that attracted the moths. It wasn’t about being seductive, it was about being passionate. And Hoseok had more passion in his pinky than an average person.
The movement of his lean but defined muscles captivated the attention of everybody in the room, who whistled and shouted with euphoria, some even blurting out obscenities that, though unnecessary, he couldn’t really blame them for. Not when he danced like that, so dirty and beautiful.
His abdomen hitting against the floor, his pelvis rubbing in it with the movement of his knees and legs moving back and forth, his cap on backwards revealing his face creased in concentration, sweat trickling from his bare skin.
He was as captivating as he was stunning.
Despite the noise and the agitated crowd, it truly felt as if it were just him and the stage. He looked at ease there, moving with a fluency as if it was like breathing to him. It was a truly beautiful sight to behold, and he didn’t say that only because he was head over heels in love with him and his heart leapt at anything the other did, but because he looked at him with admiration and respect.
He was where he belonged: dancing and capturing the attention of anybody that laid eyes on him.
Hoseok then went down into the crowd to pick a fortunate someone who would get a dance from him. He walked over to a beautiful, elegant woman in her forties, who smiled with her very expensive smile and looked at him with her wild, hungry eyes. And as much as his stomach churned as he witnessed him grind down on her, he also felt a surge of pride seeing how happy his boyfriend made others, even if just for one night. He even chuckled when the woman ran her hands over his six-pack, turning to her friends with a look of astonishment. Was it weird if he thought it was sweet? Hoseok represented a fantasy, the living image of the perfect man, and for Yoongi was a reality. He had nothing to feel bad about.
Soon his boyfriend left the stage and another dancer took his place, this time a younger man with big, dark eyes and his arms covered in tattoos, bringing a drummer set with him. Ah, Yoongi was familiar with this part. He remembered seeing that set before, with the dancer inviting some lucky person to sit on his lap while he played the instrument. Hoseok had shown him videos that had gone viral online of his friend on stage, gaining thousands of likes and people asking to know more about Jungkook. Yoongi felt like he was witnessing a famous artist at that moment.
Dancer after dancer presented their solo songs until they reached the final group performance. By then, the manager had already found Yoongi and invited him to sit right up front, giving him the best view of the place along with some cougars who had paid well for those seats. Soon the men came out wearing only jeans, forming a circle on stage as they looked the audience in the eye, flashing their best flirtatious smiles for the grand finale.
Hoseok quickly found Yoongi, his surprise impossible to hide. Yoongi discreetly raised his hand to greet him, making him smile. Just then, the music started, Candy Shop blasting from the speakers. Hoseok approached his section and began dancing in front of him, his large, sparkling eyes never leaving him. The women he was sitting with waved their arms in the air, trying to get his attention. Yoongi nodded for him to notice them, not wanting to deprive them of the opportunity to share a special moment with him. Even so, Hoseok first approached his boyfriend, taking his hand and placing a kiss on his knuckles, never breaking eye contact. Once he saw Yoongi blush and look genuinely happy to be there, he shifted his focus to work mode and made the rounds among the other tables of guests. He glided, danced, moved his hips, and did what he called the “Dolphin Dive”, a movement that mimicked a dive, incorporating fluid arm movements and a shift in weight distribution, from chest to floor with legs in the air to pelvis down and head up, all in a matter of seconds.
That was Yoongi’s favorite move, as it accentuated his agility in moving his hips and the flex of his arms. He had to look away because his treacherous mind was wandering to images that weren’t appropriate for the audience.
Luckily, the show ended shortly after and they were able to go home together.
As they walked through the front door, Yoongi thought Hoseok would go first to take a shower, and afterward they could have the conversation they’d been putting off. But Hoseok dropped his backpack on the floor in the hallway, kicking it into a corner, and led his boyfriend to the dining room table.
“Uh, what’s happening?” Yoongi asked as he was seated in the wooden chair, Hoseok standing in front of him looking at something on his phone.
Pony started ringing, and he put the phone down on the table. Hoseok took off his shirt and smoothly slid down on his knees toward Yoongi, looking at him seriously. “How about a private show?”
Yoongi gasped internally, feeling like he was running out of breath. “Hoseok. Is right now really a good time? We still need to talk about—”
“We will talk about it, I promise, but not right now.” He took his hand and guided it to his chest, sliding it down his body, watching Yoongi’s resolve dissolve in seconds. “Now, I want to give you something just for you.”
“Just for me?”
“Only yours, baby.”
Yoongi nodded, biting his lip, mesmerized by the sight of his boyfriend in sweatpants that revealed his defined V.
Hoseok repeated his routine for him, his pupils wide and piercing. He didn’t usually maintain this much eye contact with the audience, because he was dancing for everyone there, but now this was private for Yoongi. Now he flexed his muscles and rubbed himself on the floor just for his eyes.
It was a rehearsed act, one he knew by heart, but it felt so personal to do it in the home they shared. Here, he wasn’t an object or a sex symbol; he was the man of Yoongi’s dreams and the person he loved most, someone he wasn’t trying to seduce, but to reward.
Little by little, he approached where Yoongi was sitting, taking him by surprise by lifting him in his arms, chair and all. Well, that wasn't part of the show. With his mouth agape, Yoongi placed his legs over his shoulders and his arms around his neck. Once he was sure he was secure, Hoseok easily let the chair dropped to the floor.
“The downstairs neighbours are going to complain.” Yoongi said upon hearing the noise of the impact it made.
“I don’t give a fuck.” Hoseok answered without smiling even a little.
He carried him to the living room, where he positioned them both on the carpeted floor. Yoongi’s legs were spread wide, with Hoseok pinning his body in place beneath him. He was rolling his hips with infinite experience, his arms around his body caging him, their groins making contact with the movement.
It goes without saying that Yoongi had never had such a quick erection before, not even when he was a teenager and the sight of bare arms sent the blood rushing to his nether regions.
But to be fair, he’d never had anyone dance on him, not even his boyfriend in their almost four-year relationship. Hoseok realized this and pressed their bodies closer, this time fully grinding his dick against his. Oh fuck. The weight and pressure, plus the combination of the thick fabric of his jeans and the lightness of Hoseok’s sweatpants that allowed him to feel his erect cock against his, were mind-blowing. It had been a while since they’d dry humped, given that it was just better to go full penetration, but this was absolute heaven. He didn’t know how much he could like it until now.
Yoongi brought his hands to the other’s hair, pulling with the intention of grounding himself to Earth and not float away to the clouds.
In the background Pony was repeating for the third time, and Yoongi was sure that he would dream about that song that night, and most likely wouldn’t be able to listen to it again without popping a boner, but he was okay with that. It was a sacrifice he was willing to make in order to live this dream.
Hoseok hid his face in the crook of Yoongi’s neck, letting out grunts and moans directly into his ear, sounding clearly affected by what they were doing.
“You feel so fucking good.” He let out, rutting his hips with less rhythm and more pressure.
Yoongi gasped, closing his eyes. “Just like that, Seokie. I’m almost there.”
Hoseok nodded, continuing with his command. Yoongi looked towards where his crotches were rubbing against each other, sporting matching stains of precum on their pants. The sight almost made him cry, letting out a sound of despair as he was desperate to reach his climax.
“Fuck, I’m close.” He said sobbing. His hands went to Hoseok's ass, squeezing the well-defined muscle with appreciation.
Hoseok panted into his mouth, going in harder and with more effort. Yoongi felt his insides clench, his toes curl as that spark grew stronger and stronger, threatening to explode at any moment. Then Hoseok pressed his lips to his in a deep kiss, drawing a sound so deep in his throat, making him cum wet and messy.
Yoongi hadn’t come in his pants in years and it wasn’t nearly as disgusting as it seemed. Scrubbing the stain out of the fabric would be tedious, if it could even be salvaged, but at that moment it seemed well worth it to him. He could always go to the store and buy another pair of jeans.
Hoseok then pulled away, kneeling in front of him as he lowered his sweatpants and took out his red, angry cock to masturbate it. Yoongi lifted his shirt, giving him permission to come on him. Streams of hot liquid covered his belly, making him feel warm inside.
Hoseok lay down next to him on the floor, both catching their breath as they linked their fingers in a delicate hold.
Neither of them spoke for a while. The song kept playing, not leaving the room completely silent. Yoongi would have stood up to pause it if he weren’t so exhausted, so for the moment, all he could do was ignore it. Even though it was very, very difficult.
Hoseok propped himself up on his elbow, looking down at him with shining eyes. They both smiled at each other, feeling all the love they had for one another.
“I love you.” He said softly, kissing Yoongi’s eyelids with tenderness. “I’m sorry.”
Yoongi frowned as he was confused. “Why?”
“I should’ve done the laundry. I knew it was my turn and I completely forgot to do it.”
He shook his head reassuringly. “No, it’s fine. I don’t care about that anymore.”
“I do, and I’m sorry. I’ll try to do better, okay? I promise.”
Yoongi sat up, facing him. He brought his hands to his cheeks, gently caressing them. “I promise to not be an asshole when I get mad. I don’t want to scream at you ever again.”
“I deserved it.”
“Even when you deserve it, it’s not okay for me to scream and be mean. I promise to do better too.” Hoseok gave him a quick kiss on the lips, sealing their promise.
They sat embraced on the floor a little longer, Yoongi listening to Hoseok’s heartbeat in his chest. The man still smelled delicious, even with the sweat from work and the scent of sex still in the air, as if his skin were permeated by the sweet aroma of coconut and vanilla. And even though his skin felt sticky and his pants were starting to itch, he didn’t move from there. He was very comfortable feeling his firm presence in his hands, warm and solid.
Everything would be perfect if it weren’t for one small detail.
“If you don’t turn off that damn song right now, I swear to god I’ll grab your phone and throw it out the window.” He said, still hugging his boyfriend.
Hoseok chuckled, standing up to grab his phone. “Try performing it eight times a week, babe. At this point I’m already immune to it.”
“And that’s the cross you have to bear.” He stood up as well and walked towards him, not wanting to be far away. “I’d rather not feel irritated by it because I intend to listen to it for the rest of my life.”
Hoseok raised his eyebrows questioningly. “Are you planning to join the show and steal my act?”
“God no. I’m talented in a hundred other things, but dancing is not one of them, stud.” He hugged him around the waist. “I meant that I’m planning to go to more of your performances, if you’re okay with it.”
“Really? I would love for you to come, it made me so happy to see you in the crowd tonight. But what made you change your mind?”
“Funny enough, seeing how happy everyone was there. It made me realize that they can touch you, but they can never have you, not the way I do. They're just there to have some fun and admire the view, while I get to have you for the rest of our lives.” He shrugged. “I have nothing to worry about.”
“I really, really, fucking love you.” He kissed him hard and quick. “So much.”
“I love you too.” He returned the kiss, only this time on his neck. “Now can we please go take a shower? I would love to get rid of both of our fluids of my body.”
“Yeah, yeah.” They intertwined their fingers and walked together towards the bathroom. “But no funny business, mister. We have to wake up early tomorrow.”
“Yeah, I can’t promise that I won’t do anything.”
“Honestly? Neither can I.”