Chapter 4

“Why don't you finger that pretty little hole?” His young husband croons. Suga does as he's told and brings his two fingers to his mouth to suck messily on them, making it noisy so his lover can hear. "Yeah, baby, that's it."

Yoongi gets his hand back down between his legs and rubs a few teasing circles before pushing a finger in, slowly, just like his husband usually did when they fucked. He sighs at the burn and twists his wrist to make wider circles, forcing the stretch.

“Fuck yourself open for me Minnie.” The words crawl down Suga's spine and make him arch into his hand, still stroking himself slowly. Picking up the pace of both his hands, he slid a second finger in and crooked both of them as best he can, trying his very best to hit the spot his husband could find in record time. They are both humming approvingly over FaceTime and  Yoongi closes his eyes to imagine that sexy smirk of his husband's above him, fucking himself harder to mimic his lovers hands. 

"God baby, I'd love for you to  **** me hard."

Yoongi moans quietly, encouragingly, and his lover's wicked smile carries in his voice. "You like that? When I **** you so good, hard and fast? Get all nice and tight around me when I **** you hard enough to see stars." His husband asked, Suga could almost hear the smile on his husband's face as he spoke dirty filthy things to him.

Suga thrusts into his hand and rocks down onto his fingers, grunting as his fingers graze that spot. "You close?"

"Yeah, yes." He says, and there's a muffled noise in the background. "I wonder if I can make you come with just my words.”

Suga makes a noise not unlike a whimper and his toes flex and curl as his ****** rushes up to him. Turns out his husband could make him come with just his voice. Yoongi hears a soft whimper followed by several "****" and he knows his young husband has climaxed.

"You all good baby?" It was Suga's turn to use that term of endearment and even though the man he married hated when he called him baby, it just seemed fitting for what they just did.

"More than good, I'm great."

They cleaned up the mess and not a moment to late as a loud knock sounded at Suga's hotel room door. From the other line he could hear the slight whiny cries of one of his kids. No rest for the wicked. "I gotta go Yoongi ah, baby's crying, but text me when you're about to get on stage."

"I will, I'll see you in a few days." He added, he set his phone down on the sink and washed his hands. 

His husband smiled and he could tell he was relieved by the news that he would be home in just a few days. "Oh, I love you, Nam-joon."

"I love you too Yoongi ah!" They exchange one last goodbye and his husband's face disappears from the screen.

After his FaceTime with his husband and kids, Suga showered for the second time and headed for the stadium early, he would be spending the next several hours rehearsing making sure nothing went wrong tonight. Although he'd rather be back at the hotel getting some well deserved sleep, he'd be heading out later to meet some of his fans and to sign a few autographs. He was currently on stage fidgeting with his ear piece and talking to his team.

He made it a habit early on in his career to never bring his phone on stage with him unless he was feeling like he wanted to engage with his fans that day and even then the occasion barely rose for him to do that. Back then it was easier to follow that rule, it had only been him and Nam-joon at the time and kids weren't even in the picture yet. His phone was blaring, with a frustrated sigh he yanked the earpiece from his ear and threw it down. At this rate, he'd never get anything done. "Jeongji, just give me a minute please." He rushed over and picked up the phone hitting the answer button. "Mwoga munje ya?" He says worried, two calls in one day, was just something that never happened. It was RM who spoke on the other end. He listened tentively as his husband spoke rapidly in Korean and when the man was finished speaking, Suga excuses himself and walked down towards the empty stadium seats so he could have more privacy. As Nam-joon continued to speak telling him everything about Tae-hyung he couldn't help but feel a slight pang of guilt. His husband was doing the best that he could, and now more than ever all he wanted to do was be home with them with little Tae in his arms. He tried not to cry in front of his husband, but as he was sitting there listening to RM talk about their son and how he had had to rush the little guy to the hospital, all he wanted to do was cancel this last concert, but he couldn't do that to his fans. And RM would hate for doing that.

"Hold on a minute Yoongi, the doctor is coming to check on Tae."

He could barely make out what the doctor was saying on the other end and all he could do was wait patiently and let Nam-joon explain everything to him once the doctor had left. He picked nervously at his fingernails as the time just seemed to stop. The seconds gragged into minutes and his mind slipped to when Tae-hyung had been born.

The lights above him were beginning to hurt his eyes, he had no clue how long he had been laying on the operating table, but it had to have been a long time. His husband was still above him whispering and talking sweetly in his ear. Occasionally he would give a play by play on what was happening to him and how far the doctors had gotten, but they still hadn't met their baby. "They're pulling him out Yoongi ah, you'll be able to hold him soon." Not a second too soon and the doctors placed their little miracle child on his chest. He felt an overwhelming sense of relief at finally being able to hold his son and God was the boy beauty. Of all his children, Tae-hyung was the only one to have been born with green eyes. "You still there Suga?"

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