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When Jimin's ever so busy and up to neck with work boyfriend asked him out on a date, he couldn't believe his eyes. But yes, the string of messages read that Yoongi would really love to go on a date with his baby.
Sometimes Jimin saw his boyfriend on the internet more than in person. That was the reality of dating a celebrity. He himself had quite a busy life so it was never the problem. He was chill about it. So times like this, dates out of the blue - they were even more exciting than if they were happening once a week.
It was a perfect opportunity to wear that new suit he ordered not so long ago, perfectly fitted, made with individual measurements. Yoongi wouldn't care if Jimin wore absolutely anything from a tracksuit to pajamas but the younger imagined if anyone was to recognize his boyfriend. Then they should see the famous Suga next to a well dressed gentleman who had taste. Both in men and clothing.
For a change Jimin was completely ready on time. His hair was styled to perfection, his accessories were matched impeccably. When Yoongi shoot him a text he was already downstairs, the younger took his clutch bag and rushed outside. His boyfriend was waiting for him, leaning on his sleek car, holding a bouquet of roses. Jimin was aware how cliché things they did wete but he loved it. If he got to experience them with Yoongi then nothing else mattered.
- You look stunning, baby, - Yoongi kissed him on the cheek and weaved his hands around the tiny waist, - I sort of want to change plans and come back home.
With that one of his hands went to the swell of Jimin's ass to squeeze and knead it. Jimin laughed at patted the elder on the shoulder.
- We will have plenty of time for that. Let's get that dinner, mm?
Yoongi looked up to the building ruefully and sighed in mock defeat. Jimin adored that playful side of him.
The journey wasn't long and Jimin spent most of it staring at Yoongi's hands. He loved the footage he got to see online and was more than grateful for multiple fancams, specifically zoomed on the artist's hands. He looked so hot while driving. Another cliché but it was impossible to deny: the way Yoongi looked put together, sophisticated, capable. Jimin felt the luckiest.
The table was reserved in one of their favorite spots in the city. It was a place where they went for their third ot fourth date and at the time Yoongi was yet a blooming artist, not quite known as globally as he was now. It was a cozy little space with wonderful food and polite friendly staff. They liked that is was a family business and the owners used to promote Yoongi's music when he wasn't as popular. So now he always posts and mentions the restaurant in his social media every time they visit.
Yoongi chose a secluded table next to the wall. They put their orders in and sat next to each other, talking quietly. The artist was telling his boyfriend about his recent collaboration, without mentioning any names, but to Jimin the names or brands never mattered. He attentively listened to every word Yoongi said about his feelings, about the new song, what he was thinking about when he was writing the lyrics and putting together a beat. It was always like a small gift to Jimin, to get the insight of his hyung's creative process, to see the unfiltered joy in his eyes. The elder would get so excited, gesturing even more intensely than usual, with a brilliant smile on his face.
After dinner they took their drinks and went out on the small terrace to get a breath of fresh air. Summer was in full bloom and it was getting really hot inside, especially in a suit. Or maybe because of the amount of times Yoongi touched his lips with his fingers, unintentionally seductively. Jimin found himself squirming in his seat with heat between his legs as he drank in the elder's figure and his pink tongue that would occasionally swipe at his lower lip.
- Oh, and my order has arrived. - Yoongi added with a little clapping of his palms.
That caught Jimin's attention. During his last tour Yoongi lost a ring on stage and was more than miffed about it. The set of four chunky silver rings adorned with diamonds was something akin to his trademark, unique, especially considering they spelt S-U-G-A. He was waiting for the new set for ages that was taking the designer to do it.
- The rings? Can I see?
He was expecting Yoongi to whip up his phone and show him a picture that he has undoubtedly taken the second he opened the box, but he didn't do that. Instead he smiled mischievously and Jimin felt shivers running down his spine.
- You can, baby, but not necessarily on the phone. I have a much better idea.
Jimin gasped.
- Did you take them with you? Is it even safe to carry them around like that?
- They're in my car, but I was going to ask you something regarding them.
And at that moment Jimin noticed a slight blush on his hyung's cheeks. He shuffled on his feet as if he was nervous but the younger couldn't imagine what he would be nervous about.
- Hyung, you're not going to propose, are you?
They've talked about it before. Neither of them was ready for that step just yet.
Yoongi chuckled.
- Darling, no, not right now. I have another proposal for you though.
He placed his hands on Jimin's trim waist and drew the younger's body close to his. His thumbs were rubbing circles and Jimin felt how warm they were even through all the layers of clothing.
- I was thinking that maybe we could do a little experiment. Do you have any idea what that might be?
- I'm not sure, - Jimin mumbled, - Why don't you tell me?
- How about, - he leaned in impossibly close and whispered right in his ear, - I finger you with all of those rings on and see if they fit in you tight sopping pussy?
Jimin gasped. It wasn't the question he was expecting on their date. He was ready to clench at the audacious proposal.
- You dirty old man, - Jimin hissed and went to Yoongi's ear this time, keeping his voice low in case they will be overheard. - You are so obsessed with my cunt, you just wanna stick whatever in it, huh?
- And?
Jimin pressed his forehead to Yoongi's shoulder. He contemplated it, convinced it was going to be fun and a good experience for them regardless of the result. And with his hyung it was safe to experiment and explore. He knew he will be taken care of unlike never before in his life.
- And you're going to take good care of me, like always, yeah?
It was a way of asking if it was okay for Jimin to submit tonight, to give up control. It wasn't a permanent thing, these dynamics, but they used it every time they tried something knee or felt the need that couldn't be satiated in other ways.
- Of course, baby. Always.
Yoongi looked him straight in the eyes and the younger man saw confidence and reassurance in their depth.
- Mm, I want to try. You and your ideas, - Jimin tsked all the while burning inside from the sheer image his mind came up with.
- Then let's go home, - Yoongi pulled Jimin by the waist and they closed the bill before getting outside.
The car ride was quiet but the atmosphere was charged. Both of them knew exactly what the other was thinking about because it was written on their faces as their eyes meet on every crossroads where they had to stop and wait for the green light. Looking at the lights reminded the younger that there was nothing to be concerned about soon as both of them had a perfect system which worked not only inside the bedroom, so to say, but even outside of it. Good old traffic light code was primitive but it was the most efficient for the couple.
They have been together for quite a while. At first there were surprises and seduction and spontaneous sex. Lingerie and sex toys and a whole lot of shenanigans. Jimin was wondering when that was going to die down, when are they going to become not as ferocious? And after one year passed and then another two, he realized that they were both simply insatiable bastards. Now they just knew exactly what they wanted.
Today was another proof of it. Soon they are going to be in their forties and yet they would still come up with the craziest ideas. Jimin hoped they had some of that slime lube left, as Yoongi was calling it. In fact it was simply a gel based option for more extreme or heavy practices. That should go with those rings just fine.
- Does my baby need anything? - Yoongi asked when the door behind them closed and they hung their coats in the hallway.
- No, I'm okay, - Jimin replied.
- Maybe shower?
- I did just before I went out.
- Good, - he drawled, - Now you are going to stand still while I take this gorgeous suit off you.
Yoongi really put up a show. He led his boyfriend into the bedroom and asked to stand next to the bed. The elder walked around him, checking him out and as if assessing. As if Yoongi was choosing fruit in a market stall. That made him hot in the face. Every time Yoongi switched to his Hyung mode, Jimin felt like he was floating in the clouds.
He took his time for sure. Jimin thought it's been no less than twenty minutes until he was finally naked. Yoongi was that slow and thorough, kissing his plump lips after every unfastened button, after taking off every item, touching the expanse of the skin that was exposed gradually. He admired and cherished his body, trailing kisses down his abdomen to his crotch, licking at the protruding folds. Yoongi kneeled and sucked on the tan skin of Jimin's thighs, squeezing the supple flesh in his hands.
- Mm, - Jimin moaned into the kiss when Yoongi stopped in front of him and smashed their lips together, cupping his pussy and teasing the clit with his finger.
- You're leaking, baby, - Yoongi said and Jimin whined from another jolt of pleasure that was spreading from his clit that the elder pressed on, hard.
Jimin heard slick sounds from where his hyung's fingers caressed and probed, teasing his hole and circling along his clit, all the while watching his face attentively.
- Hyung, may I have your fingers? Please?
Jimin knew that if he was polite there would be significantly less teasing. Yoongi slid his tongue in, flicking inside, laving against the insides of his cheeks, clearly imitating the way he usually ate him out.
- Lay on your back, - he ordered and Jimin hurried to comply.
He took the usual position with his knees slightly bent and his legs spread, folding his arms behind his back. Yoongi was most likely stalling because how long does it take to put the rings on and get the lube? Nevertheless Jimin stayed still as instructed. He has been so wired since the restaurant, he wanted to come as soon as possible.
- Good baby, all spread out and waiting for me, - Yoongi rasped, walking back into the bedroom.
Jimin immediately searched with his eyes and saw that Yoongi had the rings on and the specific lube. And he was stark naked safe for his unbuttoned shirt.
- Hyung looks so good, - Jimin murmured as Yoongi approached and sat on the edge of the bed between his boyfriend's legs.
- Baby is still the prettiest, - he said, laying his ring clad hand on Jimin's belly.
His fingers came up to the chest, the metal catching on the pebbled nipples. Soft palm circled his belly and went over Jimin's inner thighs, letting him feel the hardness of the accessories. Jimin felt his pussy clench at the prospect of them being inside of him.
- Baby, I'm going to use lots of lube. And I'm going to go slow, very slow. Tell me if you feel any, even mild pain and we will stop immediately. Okay?
- Yes, Hyung, - Jimin replied confidently.
- What's your colour?
- Green, Hyung.
Yoongi didn't start fingering him right away. He laid in the space between his legs and spread his folds with his fingers, staring right there. He dove in, licking a tentative stripe, barely making contact. His hot breath fanned over his sensitive skin and Jimin found it hard to stay in his position. He maintained it anyway, having been thoroughly trained by his hyung for a long time.
The elder was slurping up the juices that were leaking out of him. His tongue flicked over the clit, all over the folds, spreading saliva everywhere. He spent ages there, having always been a sucker for eating Jimin out. When the younger's thighs started to tremble Yoongi has finally had enough and thoroughly coated his pussy and his whole hand in thick slime-like lube.
The cooling feeling of it calmed Jimin down somewhat and he felt the tips of Yoongi's fingers entering him slowly. Yoongi easily submerged his digits past the second joint, stopping where the rings pressed to Jimin's pussy.
- Okay, baby?
- Yeah, Hyung. Please feed it with your rings now, - he whispered playfully.
Yoongi moved terribly slow. He rocked his hand back and forth, going at a snail's pace. He used his free hand to massage around the pussy in relaxing touches. Jimin did his best to not resist the pressure and soon felt warm metal of the rings dragging against his walls. Yoongi was going his best to spread him wider and the thick lube was working wonders in his body.
- Colour, baby?
- Green, Hyung. That... that feels so good. - he slurred.
Yoongi languidly turned his wrist and pushed his hand further, until it stopped where he thumb was. The rings were rubbing right where he was most sensitive and Yoongi started rocking his hand in short altitude, stimulating his spot. It was way too intense, Jimin thought. In no time he started leaking more, creating sopping wet sounds and running liquid in rivulets under himself.
- Hyung, pu-please, go harder, - he asked with a gasp as Yoongi increased his pace.
Jimin was moaning continuously as he was being fucked on Yoongi's rings, as if marking them with his pussy for his hyung to wear them on stage later. Like a lucky charm. Maybe Yoongi had the same thought when he offered his boyfriend this endeavor.
His walls contracted and tightened around the rings and Yoongi's four fingers and he came with a cry, spilling onto his hyung's limb. His eyes rolled to the back of his head as his hips twitched and he broke the position to grab his lover by the wrist.
- Sh-h, baby, it's okay. I stopped, see? - Yoongi murmured softly while Jimin was regaining his breathing.
Just as slowly Yoongi removed his hand, wiping it on the sheets. He looked over the wet pussy, visually checking it, spreading it with his thumbs. Then he crawled on top of Jimin's body and involved him in a searing kiss.
- My baby is the best. Doing whatever Hyung wants, - he praised, licking over the plump lips, - What does my baby want now?
- Want Hyung's cock. Want it in my mouth.
Yoongi pecked him on the lips again and kneeled on the mattress, knees pressing over Jimin's shoulders. He tapped his cock on Jimin's mouth and the younger opened it readily, preparing to be used.
- You like being my little cum dumpster, hmm? Your amazing throat was made for it, - Yoongi said as he submerged in the wet heat of Jimin's mouth.
- Mhm, - the younger hummed affirmatively and relaxed his jaw, letting his hyung fuck into his cavern.
Jimin breathed through his nose as the elder's length filled him up to his throat. Yoongi expertly navigated his thrusts and Jimin could hear it in his breathing that he wouldn't last long. The bulbous head was tickling his throat and his eyes watered as he let the girth deeper, as deep as it was possible in this position. Yoongi groaned and grunted, dropping sweat on Jimin's chest and Jimin would regret he was unable to lick it off if his mouth wasn't stuffed to the brim.
He laid his hands on Yoongi's thighs and they were slightly shaking, tensing under his fingers. Yoongi rutted into his mouth, getting sloppier with his thrusts and soon Jimin had to swallow a load of come Yoongi blew with a prolonged moan. The younger cleaned the softening length with his tongue, hungry for every drop and finally let his body melt against the sheets. Yoongi was at his side in a flash, kissing all over his face and neck.
- Perfect, Jiminah. Absolutely perfect. My gorgeous baby took me so well.
Jimin chuckled wetly, rubbing at his eyes. He pushed his hyung lightly.
- You caught me off guard with this! But I'm glad you shared your fantasy with me.
- Thank you for indulging me.
Jimin pressed a kiss to Yoongi's lips.
- Of course, hyung. I'll never get tired of your ideas.
They laid for a while before Yoongi insisted on a shower. He stepped into it with his hands around Jimin's waist and thoroughly cleaned him afterwards, not missing a single inch of his body. Jimin could barely keep his eyes open when his hyung brought tea and snacks, pushing the tray onto Jimin's lap as he sat in bed, leaning on the headboard. The younger basked in his boyfriend's attention, taking food from his hands until he couldn't anymore. His belly was full and content and he wondered if there was anything else of his hyung's they could potentially mark the same way.