With wobbly legs, Yoongi finally crashed onto the toilet seat in the boys bathroom, groaning as he felt the olive oil slowly trickle out of his ass and into the water below.

He pulled out his phone as he waited, seeing Namjoon had texted him.

Joonie: I thought we were going to meet in the library after first hour, where r u?

Yoongi typed a reply, shivering as the thick, cool liquid dribbled out of him.

Yoongi: I was doing my own research. The stranger wasn't jimin.

Joonie: ur wasting ur time with this stupid crusade of urs

Yoongi: y do u say that? U know who Prince Dick was?

He meant it rhetorically but he saw Namjoon typing an answer anyways.

Then the three dots vanished.

Yoongi waited, but Namjoon didn't reply.

With a groan, Yoongi felt the last few drops of olive oil leave him, and looked down in disdain at his wet underwear. He didn't want to put it back on, it was cold and slimy.

He slid them off and used some toilet paper to clean himself up, before pulling his pants on and zipping them up.

Peeking out of the stall, he made sure he was alone in the bathroom before scurrying to the sink to rinse out his underwear, before stuffing paper towels over it and shoving the wad into his backpack to be washed when he got home.

Since he had given up on attending any of his classes for today, he ignored the bell ringing overhead as he trudged down the hall.

He pulled out his list of names, and saw he was close to the dance studio where Hoseok had his elective class, and Yoongi quickly made a beeline for the studio rooms.

After checking the first two and finding them empty, he finally pulled back the door to the last one and he stopped when he saw the boy practicing in front of the wall of mirrors.

Hoseok moved gracefully to the softly pounding music, his body swaying and bending in ways Yoongi never thought possible.

When Hoseok stuck the landing and smirked into the mirror, running a hand back through his sweaty hair, Yoongi's dick twitched.

Through the mirrors, Hoseok noticed Yoongi and his eyebrows shot up.

He turned around, walking over.

"Hey, it's you! Yoongi, right?"

Yoongi nodded. "You're Hoseok."

Hoseok smiled. "Call me Hobi. All my friends do."

"Even your fuck buddies?"

Hoseok stopped, surprised by the blunt question.

"Uh...maybe, I guess? If I had one, anyways."

Yoongi walked up to him. "You do now. Free for round two?"

The bell overhead rang, signaling the student's should all be in their classes.

The two boys paid it no mind.

"For you, babe? Always." Hoseok grinned, taking Yoongi's hand and leading him into the middle of the room.

"Wait, won't someone see?" Yoongi asked, looking over his shoulder at the unlocked door.

"Nah, no one ever comes over here. They all have regular classes." Hoseok was unfazed, and since he knew these rooms better than Yoongi, the kitten eyed boy decided to trust him.

"You had really good moves at that party," Hoseok said, pulling Yoongi close against him.

"So did you." Yoongi purred, curling his fingers against the dancers pecs. "I liked your hips especially."

Hoseok chuckled, pushing his hips against Yoongi's. "You're too cute. How come you're not boo'ed up?"

Yoongi shrugged, slowly grinding against the taller boy.

Hoseok reciprocated the action, and their pace quickly increased, the pressure adding until Hoseok suddenly grabbed Yoongi's jeans and yanked them down.

He raised an eyebrow at the boys lack of underwear and Yoongi just shrugged again, not wanting to let him know about what had happened in the school's kitchen.

Hoseok grinned and helped Yoongi step out of his jeans, leading him over to the wall of mirrors.

Yoongi pressed his palms against the cool glass, watching their reflections as his heart started to beat faster.

He hadn't been able to come with Jimin, the smirky little shit, and he hoped Hoseok wouldn't also leave him high and dry.

"Damn, and you're already lubed and stretched too?" Hoseok asked, from where he was on his knees behind Yoongi. His hands each grabbed a cheek, parting them to see the boys slicked hole.

A few drops of olive oil rolled down Yoongi's pale thigh and he shivered at the cool feeling.

"Just fuck me already," Yoongi complained, bouncing a little.

Hoseok chuckled. "Impatient. But you're cute, so I'll oblige you, babe."

He unzipped his pants and pulled his cock free. Reaching down to Yoongi's thighs, he scooped up the few drops of oil and used it to help glide his hand over his cock as he got himself ready.

Yoongi watched this from the mirrors, licking his bottom lip in anticipation. His own cock had started to harden, and his breath fogged the mirror up.

He moaned when he felt the taller boy slide in, and his moan abruptly cut when Hoseok didn't push in any further.

"Hey!" Yoongi whined.

Hoseok smirked, his fingertips digging into Yoongi's hips to hold him still as Yoongi tried rocking back onto the dancers cock. "What?"

"Don't tease. Stop it." Yoongi demanded, trying to look authoritative, but Hoseok merely found him adorable.

"And what will you do to stop me?" Hoseok laughed, slowly rocking in and out marginally.

Yoongi tried to push back harder, but Hoseok was stronger and held him in place.

"Ho-ba." Yoongi glared at the reflection. "Come on!"

"You came onto me, babe." Hoseok reminded him, still barely fucking him. "Not the other way around. Which means you'll take what I decide to give you, and shut up about it. In fact, you should be thanking me for generously taking the time to fuck your ungrateful hole when I should be practicing for nationals instead."

The disrespectful dirty talk went straight to Yoongi's cock, and he shivered in pleasure.

He heard the taller boy laugh at his obvious arousal and his cheeks flushed pink.

"Slut," Hoseok leaned forward to trace the shell of Yoongi's ear with the tip of his tongue.

"So what." Yoongi managed to reply, breath a little shaky. "My horniness turned you on, so maybe shut up and fuck me."

Hoseok laughed, speeding up his thrusts a little. "Alright babe, I'll give you that."

Yoongi tried to push back on the boys cock, wanting it stuffed fully inside him, but Hoseok's strong arms always kept him pinned against the mirror.

Yoongi huffed, instead reaching down to grab his own dick to give himself the pleasure he needed to finish.

"Absolutely not." Hoseok snatched up the boys wrists, pinning them above Yoongi's head against the mirror. "You try that stunt again and I'll stop completely."

"You're barely going as it is." Yoongi pouted, looking over his shoulder and batting his eyelashes innocently.

"I'm using your tight hole for my own pleasure." Hoseok raised an eyebrow at him. "You're my fuck toy not my fuck buddy. If you don't like it you can walk away, but we both know that your full hand won't be as good as half my cock in your ass."

Damnit, this boy was good at dirty talk.

Yoongi grumbled under his breath but he knew Hoseok was right, and faced the mirror again, leaning his forehead against it.

As Hoseok took his time teasing him, building up the pleasure infuriatingly slow, Yoongi watched as the mirror fogged up from their body heat, covering their reflections in a white fog. Only his body being pressed against it cleared the fog away, revealing Yoongi's pale chest that was covered in sweat and his pink nipples that Hoseok occasionally reached up to pinch and tug. And Yoongi moaned every time, still trying to rock back on the thick cock slowly stuffing him, before pulling out before his prostate could be touched.

It was torture for Yoongi, but Hoseok was thoroughly enjoying every second, and as he neared his climax he finally sped up, punching into the small kitten boy with all the force he could.

Yoongi gasped at the sudden change, scrambling at the mirror for balance as Hoseok mercilessly pounded into him.

The taller boy used both hands to pinch at Yoongi's nipples, not letting go as he fucked the boy hard, finally spilling inside of him.

Yoongi wailed at the pleasure, feeling his own climax finally start to-

Hoseok pulled out and let go, letting Yoongi collapse onto the floor.

Before Yoongi could protest, Hoseok manhandled him onto all fours, guiding the smaller boys body so that Yoongi's was ass up, face down.

"Hoseok-"

"Don't make a mess, babe." Hoseok replied, grabbing Yoongi's discarded clothes. He picked up the boys shirt and stuffed half of it into Yoongi's ass, preventing his come from spilling out.

"Ah!" Yoongi gasped at the sensation. "What are you doing!"

"Making sure you don't leave behind evidence." Hoseok used the other end of the shirt to clean himself off before standing up with a grin. "Thanks for everything babe, that was fun. Same time tomorrow?"

"What am I supposed to wear now?" Yoongi grumbled, flipping over to sit up, wincing at the feeling of fabric bunched up in his ass. "You ruined my shirt!"

Hoseok walked over to a bench, where a backpack was sitting. Unzipping it, he pulled out a hoodie and tossed it to Yoongi. "Here. You can keep it, as a thanks."

"What a gentleman." Yoongi muttered, pulling it on. "And what about my orgasm?"

"Not my problem, toy." Hoseok slipped his backpack over his shoulder as the bell rang. "Gotta get to algebra. See you later, babe!"

Yoongi watched as Hoseok waved and left, muttering about how useless men were as the second fuck of his day also left him unfinished. He supposed he could jerk himself off, but that would make a mess that he didn't have any materials to clean.

Cursing, he stood up and grabbed the rest of his things, walking awkwardly to the changing rooms before anyone came in and saw.

It was uncomfortable to yank his jeans on over the shirt that was half stuffed in his ass, but he only had to make it to the bathroom where he could clean himself off. He yanked on the hoodie, and was surprised at how warm and soft it was. It was large on him, since it was Hoseok's size, but Yoongi didn't mind it.

Forgiving the dancer, Yoongi exited the changing rooms and headed into the hallway. As he walked towards the bathrooms, he pulled out his list to find his next target.

Hoseok hadn't been the stranger, he had put his own desires first, and called Yoongi babe instead of kitten.

Yoongi crossed off his name and looked at the next one.

Taehyung.