short drabble-
Yoongi often compares Hoseok to heaven; the way the dancer's tawney limbs sprawl across white sheets, skin slick and shiny with a light layer of sweat. Hoseok moves in ways that make Yoongi's mouth water, hands itching to touch and hold and caress. Hoseok will give him a little smile, a teasing thing that shows Yoongi that he knows exactly how he's affecting his hyung. The younger boy drives him crazy, Yoongi's thoughts and daydreams and lyrics plagued with images of Hoseok's mouth, the dip of his waist, the arch of his foot.
Yoongi may not be overtly religious, but Hoseok's body is the closest to heaven he's sure he'll ever get to. Sometimes, when he's holding Hoseok's hips in his hands, he marvels at the way his fingers wrap around the flesh there. He can't help but squeeze and pull the younger closer, fuck faster, harder, emotion's so big he doesn't know what to do with them. Hoseok always makes the prettiest sounds, angelic and pretty. Soft sighs will turn to high, melodic cries that Yoongi replays in his mind when he's alone.
Heaven is a place on earth, and Yoongi's found it in Hoseok.
