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Yoongi groans as he pushes himself off his desk, his back finally getting a rest as he leans on the comfy chair. He’s been trying to come up with a new melody with an old track the entire afternoon, and he needs to admit that today is just one of those days where he can’t add anything to the project.
The looming deadline still lingers in the back of his mind, but after years of producing music, he knows when to take a step back. That doesn’t mean that he isn’t a bit frustrated, though.
With the group focused on solo activities at the moment, their schedules aren’t as packed and though it is a luxury to have more time to do whatever he wants, Yoongi still prefers being busy. He’s always been like that.
It’s not like he’s not busy, but even as he tries to work on his other projects, all he can do is stare blankly at the screen.
Yoongi sighs as he exits his studio, his brain still focused on the melody he hasn’t discovered.
He walks aimlessly down the halls, looking at the artworks and peeking at Namjoon’s studio to see if his fellow member is there—which he is not.
Yoongi didn’t even think to bring his phone, so he can only guess where the other is. Then he thinks of Jimin, and how he told Yoongi about his dance practice today. Maybe he’s done but—
“Hyung!”
As if his thoughts were heard by an invisible force, Yoongi turns to the
angelic
voice calling him.
“Hyung, I went to the studio to look for you. Where are you going?” Jimin saunters over to him with furrowed eyebrows, searching at Yoongi’s face. “Are you okay, hyung?”
Yoongi finally comes to his senses and his lips curve up into a tired smile. He pulls Jimin’s arm and that’s all it takes for the younger to engulf him into a hug.
“Did you finish practice?” Yoongi’s voice is rough and his heart stutters when Jimin pulls back to bring his tumbler to his lips, waiting until Yoongi sips on some water before he answers.
“It got pushed back so we’re taking a break now. Come watch?” Jimin keeps light conversation as he links their arms to guide Yoongi to the practice room. All the frustrations Yoongi felt earlier today are swept away just by being with Jimin and looking into his loving eyes.
They break away when they enter the room as the dance instructors greet Yoongi and he buries the urge to cling onto Jimin’s warmth again. He sits cozily in the corner as Jimin learns a new choreography, laughing along as the younger jokes around with the dancers.
Watching Jimin dance is one of his favorite things in the world. It doesn’t matter if the younger isn’t practicing for a comeback—simply dancing because he wants to— because Yoongi is always in awe at the sight.
Jimin’s passion and love for the art grounds him in ways he can’t explain. Yoongi doesn’t think about his work for the moment, his sole focus on everything Jimin. It’s hard not to when Jimin is most beautiful in his element. Plus, his favorite smile beaming at him whenever the younger is checking on him.
When practice ends, Jimin goes to shower and gives Yoongi a peck on his cheek when the rapper said he’ll order some food to eat at his studio.
With a freshened soul, Yoongi enters the studio with light footsteps, almost like a giddy ball of energy. Effortlessly, he jots down some notes for his project. Not forcing it as he lets his hand write whatever comes and leaving it be when Jimin comes in time as their tteokbokki.
As they eat, Yoongi praises the younger’s dance so much that Jimin’s entire face could rival the redness of the tteokbokki.
After they’ve devoured most of the food in record time, Jimin wipes his mouth and Yoongi eyes are entranced as he gazes at the younger’s swollen lips. His staring is cut off when Jimin speaks, casting a concerned look that is identical to the one before they went to the practice room.
“Hyung, work’s okay?” Yoongi’s eyes betray him as he traces Jimin’s Adam's apple as the younger drinks, a few drops of juice dripping over his jaw.
Yoongi nods slowly, almost forgetting how down his mood was before seeing Jimin today.
“No progress today,” Yoongi sighs but it’s because the cutest man is shuffling their positions until their limbs are tangled and his spicy breath fans over Yoongi’s cheek.
“Were you hard on yourself?” Jimin hugs him, his ear against Yoongi’s chest to listen to his heartbeat. The younger smiles to himself as it quickens the more he hugs his sweet hyung.
“A bit at first. But not like before.” Yoongi isn’t aware of his own growing smile when Jimin beams so lovingly at him, the ends of his hair damp from his shower, his cheeks flushed and kissable.
“Good hyung. Good job.” It’s the second cheek kiss Jimin gives him today but this time, in the encased space of Yoongi’s studio, there’s much more time for both to savor the taste, the love , boiling over their souls.
Yoongi doesn’t build it up, cradling his love’s jaw and finally pressing their lips together.
“Thank you, sweetheart,” Yoongi breathes out, somehow feeling even lighter than before. Jimin purrs silently as Yoongi caresses his cheeks and runs a soothing hand through his hair. The younger asks him what he was working on and Yoongi’s answer is unchanging from the past two weeks.
Yoongi shows Jimin what he’s come up with so far and when Jimin puts on his black-rimmed glasses, furrowing his cute eyebrows as he focuses on the unfinished song, Yoongi fails to bite down his smile. For the next half an hour Jimin tries to help him create a new melody. Yoongi records and saves each one.
Still unsatisfied, Jimin keeps humming as he rolls on Yoongi’s swivel chair around the room with unfocused eyes. When he snaps back to reality, blood rushes up Jimin’s cheek as Yoongi looks at him so fondly, honey dripping from his gaze.
Before he can even utter anything, Yoongi interrupts as if reading his mind. “You did a lot for me already, Jimin-ah.” The rapper grabs the arm of the swivel chair, pulling his love closer and closer.
Their knees knock softly against the other’s and both of them are magnets as their lips meet in a sweet kiss. Jimin cups Yoongi’s cheek, his other arm slinged over his hyung’s shoulders.
“Maybe I can still help hyung in other ways?” His tone is much too pure for the layer underneath the suggestion.
Yoongi takes the highway, maybe because he’s filled with so much love that he feels for the man in his arms. “Just you being here—just you in my life… is more than enough for hyung.”
With their constant bickering, flirting and teasing, it would’ve been like any other statement. But Yoongi’s voice comes out softer, his eyes suddenly averting Jimin’s gaze and pink lips curving into a vulnerable smile.
Something in the depths of Jimin’s chest tingles pleasantly. He takes a moment to breathe deeply before brushing Yoongi’s fringe to dive into the older’s ocean-deep eyes. Jimin leans in and smiles against the plushest lips as he feels Yoongi’s hands squeezing his waist.
He adjusts his arms to give Yoongi the tightest embrace. The warmth within each of their chests expands, reaching the other; so are their synchronized heartbeats, quickening with every giggly peck Jimin gives him.
With every kiss, warmth and love seeps in, and Yoongi closes his eyes to revel in it. Jimin’s love.
“I really love you so much, Jimin.” Yoongi feels his throat tighten up each time he declares it, even right now when he’s nothing but content and happy.
Jimin tackles Yoongi onto the sofa, hovering over him with crescent eyes and his bunched up cheeks as he grins, all silly and ethereal. “I know, hyung.”
Jimin glues himself to Yoongi’s chest as the older feigns annoyance. But after a moment, Jimin rests his chin against his ribs, eyes gleaming as he whispers with as much if not more emotion: “I love you too, Yoongi-hyung. So much.”
For a while they simply bask in the other’s presence. Yoongi rubs Jimin’s scalp and breathes in his subtle orange body wash scent. He is only sure Jimin hasn’t fallen asleep because the younger keeps one hand on his waist, his thumb gently brushing against the sliver of bare skin, the other one massaging Yoongi’s thigh.
The rapper is the one slowly failing to stay awake but he jolts in surprise when Jimin peels off of him for the shortest moment. Yoongi’s brain only catches up when Jimin lies on him—on his bare skin—after pulling up the older’s shirt.
Yoongi sucks in a breath as Jimin’s hands come in contact with both of his nipples, brushing his fingers subtly against his skin.
“Hhgh..”
Yoongi doesn’t see it but he feels Jimin’s body moving as a result of his silent laughs. He’s unable to utter anything coherently with only his chest being fondled by the younger and he’s very much okay with that.
“You still don’t want me to help you, hyung?” Jimin’s hands never halt, now bolder with intent as he presses his thumb on one of Yoongi’s nipples. The pressure stays gentle yet it sets off a delicious fire in Yoongi’s system.
Yoongi’s hips buck up, already a prisoner starving for desire, and he suddenly gulps an ample amount of air to stifle a pathetic whine. His vision is already clouded and he can only imagine Jimin’s utter pleasure at how pliant he already is.
“Hmm? Tell me, hyung.” Jimin presses a chaste kiss on his stomach and Yoongi brings a limp arm against his mouth to stop his noises. “Do you want me?”
It’s a dumb question. In Yoongi’s world, it’s not even a question. It’s a taunt.
“ P..Please. Please, Jimin-ah .” Fortunately for Yoongi, Jimin is particularly giving right now.
Yoongi throws his head back against the arm of the sofa, legs tensing and body arched when Jimin takes one of his nipples into his mouth, rubbing the other one incessantly.
“Fu- Fuck. ” This time Jimin moans but Yoongi can barely hear over the blood rushing against his ears.
Yoongi’s heart jumps wildly in his chest when a warmth cups his clothed cock. The fluttery feeling in his belly is emerging quickly, causing him to whine, while his hips chase for friction by rutting against Jimin’s small hand.
“Fuck— Angel, J-Jimin!” He wanted to say that Jimin is an angel for reading his mind and relieving him just a bit by snaking his hand into Yoongi’s trousers and wrapping his small hand around his hard cock.
“You asked so nicely, so I’m going to help hyung. Hmm?” Jimin shuffles to reach up and kiss Yoongi’s mouth, though it’s messy due to the older’s heavy breaths. The rapper nods eagerly, looking up at the younger with aching desire.
“I love you, baby,” Jimin says as he pecks him all while stroking him. Yoongi frowns at the dryness but in a second, Jimin gathers the wetness oozing at his tip, easing the glide.
Yoongi grunts heavily as he fails to reciprocate Jimin’s declaration, mind already clouded by pleasure. Jimin works his hands slowly but with increasing pressure as he rubs up and down, his thumb teasing Yoongi’s slit each time.
The rapper tries to keep his eyes open, the sight of Jimin devouring him too good to not indulge in. Yoongi sucks in a sharp breath whenever Jimin’s dark eyes narrow, rolling back the slightest as he hums around Yoongi’s swollen nipple.
“J-Jimin-ah.” Yoongi’s voice barely makes it out his throat, barely interrupted by his rugged panting.
Jimin gives his nipple a final lick, generous and wet. He nods to himself, satisfied by how puffed up and debauched both of them look. As much as he loves Yoongi’s broad chest and cute nipples, Jimin can never get enough of his love’s pouty lips. Even more when lewd noises come out of it.
Jimin wraps an arm around Yoongi’s neck and the older is quick to put his own shaky hands around his waist, their moans muffled as their lips meet in a heated kiss. As their tongues get involved, Jimin is sure he is one with the clouds, unaware when his favorite, veiny hands sneak under his waistband and give both sides of his butt a nice squeeze.
Jimin giggles into their kiss, Yoongi following suit as the older looks at him as if he created all the greatest things on the planet.
“I love you,” Yoongi rasps before connecting their mouths again, his deft fingers teasing the sensitive area between Jimin’s round cheeks. Jimin’s hand on Yoongi’s cock falters as he gets distracted, mouth slack open as Yoongi kisses him breathless while rubbing around his rim with his rough fingertips.
“ Hyu–” Never one to finish his pleas when they are getting physically intimate, Jimin throws his head back as his hole is breached the slightest. Dry.
His body jerks uncontrollably at that mere brush, his whine loud as it bounces off the studio walls. All the strength has left his body, as in an instant, Jimin becomes putty in Yoongi’s hands. In his hyung’s care.
It’s overwhelming. The mix of feeling warm yet melting hot, the tingling sensation about to devour him from the inside as well as the addictive floatiness that Yoongi always puts him in effortlessly. Yet, he feels safe. Because it’s Yoongi.
With his eyes rolled back, back arching obscenely, Jimin’s hold on Yoongi wanes. But it’s Yoongi. His lover’s hold tightens against his hips as the rapper presses two fingertips into his quivering hole, cooing at the younger’s jerky movements.
“Ah, hyu-” Jimin gasps, wanting nothing more than to have Yoongi inside of him. “Please. Please. Ple-”
Yoongi brings their mouths into a desperate kiss as he presses harshly against Jimin’s rim, though making sure he doesn’t go more than a knuckle deep, punching out a heavenly cry from his lover. Then he settles his love on the couch, handling him as gently as if he were a fragile piece of artwork (because Jimin is).
Yoongi takes a moment to admire the sight, his cock twitching as his gaze travels to Jimin’s swollen lips and teary eyes, desperately pleading without a coherent word, just irresistible whimpers that hastens Yoongi’s movements to rip out all of their pieces of clothing.
While he’s standing, he grabs the lube and switches off some lights. He smirks when he hears Jimin let out a small giggle.
“Romantic hyung.” Jimin smiles and even though he’s fully naked and his legs are spread wide just for Yoongi, the older can’t take his eyes off his beautiful face.
He doesn’t know how long he just stares, dazed by Jimin’s loveliness and overcome with the buzzing eruptions of love in his chest.
“Hyung? You okay?” Yoongi’s breath hitches, blood rushing up his cheeks as he snaps back to his nude, gorgeous lover.
“Y-Yes.” Yoongi clears his throat and he sees Jimin’s brows furrowed, unconvinced. Before the younger could utter another comment, Yoongi bends over him, their faces a breath away.
“You’re just so beautiful, sweetheart.” Yoongi’s heart aches and he knows Jimin’s is the same from how the younger freezes, mouth falling open for a second before the brightest expression blooms on his face.
How can someone get even more beautiful each time he sees him?
“Hyung.” Yoongi presses a soft kiss on Jimin’s cheek, settling closer as the younger wraps his arms around his shoulders. “Hyung is so beautiful, too. How can you get even sexier each day?” Jimin whispers before tilting Yoongi’s chin to press their mouths together again.
Yoongi doesn’t know how he can live on with his chest bursting with fireworks each time he’s with Jimin.
Yoongi secures one arm on the couch to bear his weight, the position they’re in making it strain but he’s much too occupied with kissing the breath out of Jimin. His other hand travels south, causing goosebumps to arise on Jimin’s chest, hips, thighs, before it finds the bottle of lube.
“Hyu–” Jimin pants between kisses. “Need you.” Yoongi boldly licks into his mouth, savoring Jimin’s warmth before he moves back, chest swelling at the way Jimin bites down his needy noises.
“Just wait a bit, sweetheart. I’ll take care of you.” Yoongi savors the sight of his beloved, trailing the tips of his fingers on Jimin’s side, tracing the permanent ink etched on his ribs. Yoongi’s heart never gets used to the intense flutter each time he gets reminded of his own lyrics, his own art, his own writing on Jimin’s skin.
His admiration gets interrupted, if not intensified, when Jimin gasps, body twitching as goosebumps line the skin where Yoongi has brushed. Yoongi can’t take his eyes off of his love.
“God, you are…” He gets desperate as he leans down to kiss Jimin’s tattoo, reveling in Jimin’s pleasured whines. “You are unreal. So beautiful. My precious sweetheart.”
Tears start to prick in Jimin’s eyes, emotions dancing wildly from the depths of his chest. He’s been feeling good and overwhelmed. It’s even better now though everything is so heightened and intense.
It’s love. Pure and consuming. Devouring him in ways he never could get used to. All he can grasp is Yoongi, trusting and knowing he’s there to hold him.
With his name on the tip of his tongue, yet too weak to even coherently call out for his lover, Jimin smiles when Yoongi comes back to him, slotting their swollen lips again and again.
Jimin gets swept in the kiss, as he always does, especially when Yoongi is all over him like this. He could stay here all his life, safe under Yoongi’s warmth and care.
“You alright, Jimin-ah?”
God, is he the sweetest. Jimin flutters his eyes open to the gentle voice, who is busy wiping away the tears on his cheeks. Jimin lets out breathless giggles when he sees Yoongi’s eyes so full of adoration yet tinged with worry, his generous lover quick to kiss his cheek, murmuring even more loving words.
“You can tell me anything, baby. You know that, right?” The words are all too familiar yet it sets Jimin ablaze each time.
He must look like a wreck, tear-stained cheeks and hair sticking on his forehead. It shouldn’t suit what he’s about to say, but he puts on his sultriest voice and gives Yoongi’s arm the lightest brush with his fingertips, barely leaving a warm trace.
“You drive me crazy whenever you say that. God, you’re so sexy, Yoongi-ya…” Jimin deliberately grazes Yoongi’s nipples, a bit sticky from his dried spit and still incredibly sensitive.
Perhaps he underestimated himself, because in a second, Yoongi has his mouth huffing against Jimin’s ear, groaning as he spreads his thighs open, his other hand suddenly entering Jimin’s rim.
“Hhgahh!” Jimin wheezes when two of Yoongi’s fingers plunge right in, his breath still stuck in his throat when the older croaks in his ragged voice, “Keep making those noises for me, okay, sweetheart?”
And who’s Jimin to refuse.
It’s not like he can even control his body when Yoongi touches him.
The legs of the sofa creak and Jimin silently thanks however invented soundproof rooms, because his volume only increases within minutes as Yoongi’s deft fingers press inside him in all the right places.
Jimin can’t help how his hands travel over Yoongi’s body, overwhelmed by his musky scent and his growl-like sounds whenever Jimin scratches his back.
There’s nothing that he loves more than Yoongi, but his love’s deep pleasurable groans always ignite the heat in his lower belly.
Just as Yoongi teases another thick finger, Jimin jolts with a loud whine, legs tensing for a second, naturally squeezing Yoongi’s fingers inside him.
“Fucking perfect,” Yoongi mutters under his breath before sucking lightly at Jimin’s neck.
Jimin doesn’t even notice when Yoongi pulls up the younger’s shirt until a warm sensation—perhaps the most gentle of kisses, followed by ragged breaths—crowds the sensitive area of his underarm.
Finally aware of his left arm being pushed up to expose his armpit, Jimin arches his back as he grabs his hair, eager for something to hold on to.
Yoongi inhales deeply and Jimin bites down a satisfied smile as he blushes, legs unintentionally closing. It’s undone as quickly when Yoongi abruptly pulls out his hand with a wet squelch, causing his love to let out a needy whine.
“Hhah..” Jimin’s eyes barely open, rolled back as Yoongi’s face stays buried in his armpit, sniffing his natural scent like it’s fresh air, only stopping to give the area wet kisses and kitten licks.
When they first explored this kink, Jimin couldn’t stop giggling, almost kicking Yoongi as he thrashed around. The older, though, was on a mission, his hold on his smaller boyfriend strong as he felt an orgasmic relief at being able to breathe in Jimin’s delectable and unique musk.
Yoongi has always been attracted to Jimin ever since he’s met him. Always loved how kind, thoughtful and lovely he’s always been. Strongly admired him for his passion and brilliance.
A very distinct feature that Yoongi has always (perhaps secretly) been drawn to is Jimin’s scent. The younger has never been into perfumes or scents, perhaps wearing them during special occasions, as he is content with how his body wash leaves him with a fresh, clean scent. And god he smells so good then.
But underneath all that, the urge to unravel and touch his pure essence, his soft skin and unadulterated scent, tinged with sweat.
The thought alone could make Yoongi come.
Which was what happened the first time—it barely took him minutes.
Ever since that moment, their underarms have never been left at peace. Yoongi was pleasantly surprised when Jimin showed keen interest to do the same with him, and the rest was history.
Though giggles were still common, mostly when Yoongi was working his tongue on his cute armpit, it’s made their sex much more fun.
Yoongi’s heart swells as he hears Jimin failing to suppress his laughter, smiling against his soft hair and mouth-watering scent.
“Having fun, sweetheart?” Yoongi blindly travels up to find Jimin’s lips, his hands grabbing Jimin’s thigh as he positions himself between him. He always loses himself a bit in Jimin’s other erogenous places—always going crazy and breathless in his armpit—but nothing beats being inside of Jimin’s warmth.
Jimin cups Yoongi’s face as he smiles brightly, his eyes a bit watery and face blotched pink with sweat and heat, debauched and so beautiful.
“Yoongi, I-I—” Jimin gasps when he feels Yoongi’s hard tip slipping in, his rim fluttering like his breath. Jimin feels a tear, maybe two, traveling down his cheeks as his chest warms from the inside, emotions overflowing. His nails bite against Yoongi’s skin as the older pushes in deeper.
“ Hhgh! Hyu–” His moan is sudden and loud, arms tightening around Yoongi’s shoulders as his mouth falls open. The older is no different, silently cursing as he teases his swollen cock in and out Jimin’s tight hole.
“Lo– Hgahh! L-Love you, love you s-so much, Yoong-iii!” Jimin’s head thunks against the armrest, body so tense that Yoongi decides to wait a bit, cock almost fully out, gritting his teeth as he restrains himself. Just a moment.
“Sweetheart… Jimin-ah, so– Fuck. So good for hyung.” Yoongi’s moan is drowned by Jimin’s pitchy gasps when the rapper plunges in right when Jimin’s body relaxes, legs thrashing against Yoongi’s side at the sudden, deep, intrusion.
“ H–Hyu–Hhgh!” Jimin’s lost his mind, completely uncaring of anything else but feeling all the pleasure his love is giving to him. He bares his neck and he never feels cold for Yoongi is always there, warm kisses ever so loving.
“God, Jimin-ah.” Yoongi grunts, hands grabbing everywhere from Jimin’s supple ass, incredible thighs and toned abdomen, moving on to playing with his nipples to hear his love shout out at the walls, feeling him clench around his cock.
Yoongi’s mind melts, no thoughts except Jimin, Jimin, Jimin, I love you so much, my Jimin.
As if a spell is uttered when Yoongi vocalizes his thoughts, Jimin’s body begins to spasm. The rapper is mesmerized, indulging in all the bewitching cloud of sensations he’s in.
The younger’s whimpers have long gone incoherent, but Yoongi still smiles at the futile effort his cute boyfriend puts into calling his name.
“Hyung, I’m—” A silent sob gets punched out of Jimin when Yoongi sheathes himself deep inside of him and stays there, grinding upwards to hit Jimin’s most tender spot each time. The younger’s reaction is never-ending as Jimin pulls at his own hair harder, detaching his other hand from Yoongi’s sweaty back to clutch frantically tightly at the sofa, frustrated that it doesn’t allow a sturdy hold.
Yoongi keeps his pace slow, obsessed with how each time he rolls his hips forward, Jimin loses a bit more control of his body, of himself . He plays with it, surprising his boyfriend with the occasional rough thrust, the sound of their wet parts connecting utterly sinful.
Jimin shuts his eyes, unaware of his tears shedding down his cheeks, hiding his face into the crook of his elbow. It feels so, so good and though he can ask Yoongi to fuck him anytime—knowing how weak his lover is for him—he absolutely loves being in the brink of the rapid ascend of bliss.
And God, he loves Yoongi for knowing that, too.
“Love this so much, sweetheart. L-Love fucking you.” Jimin wants to giggle at Yoongi’s declaration, a clear sign of agreeing, but he can barely breathe, can barely move his mouth, even his eyelids are as heavy as bricks.
Yoongi looks at Jimin’s flushed face, his heart skipping a beat at how Jimin’s eyebrows scrunch up so cutely, the emotion welling up inside of him syncing with how he feels the impending sensation appearing in his lower belly.
He sees Jimin’s hand twitching as it weakly moves to his wet arousal and with just a gentle hold of Yoongi’s hand around Jimin’s weeping cock, the younger cries out as he spurts cum up to his chin.
Yoongi falters in his pace, only because the sight is too heavenly (and because Jimin practically squeezes him so tight in his climax).
“Beautiful, so beautiful, Jimin-ah.” Yoongi revels in his love’s smile, eyes still shut closed as he pants to catch his breath. The rapper moves to expose Jimin’s other underarm, pinning his hands on top of his head as he dives into the younger’s untouched armpit.
His hips move unconsciously, kicking up to Jimin’s sensitive insides, but with just one whiff of Jimin’s musky scent, Yoongi’s a goner. He licks and sucks and kisses his delicate area, barely hearing Jimin’s weak sobs at the overstimulation.
“Fuck. Fuck—oh—hyu–ng! ” Jimin wails as the on-slaught of pleasure never ceases, his stomach getting messier as Yoongi milks every last drop from him. If he had the strength, he’d be able to see how his skin has blossomed pink in most places, marked by Yoongi’s passionate love.
Yoongi cries out loud when Jimin caresses his chest, circling but not touching his perky nipples.
“God—Fuck, sweetheart, I—” Yoongi pants breathlessly, his jerky movements enough to make Jimin’s whole body bounce up the sofa. He moves quickly to wrap an arm around his love’s waist, protecting his back from the uncomfortable armrest.
Despite feeling spent from his first orgasm, Jimin’s lower half is as desperate as Yoongi’s throbbing cock, meeting the rapper’s strong thrusts.
“Oh—Fuck, Yoon—Ohh!” Jimin keeps moaning because it’s as if he never dropped from his first high as the new position makes Yoongi hit him so deliciously.
Jimin’s head is in the clouds, but his hands move to Yoongi’s nipples, finally pinching them. He barely hears the sexy sound it elicits from his boyfriend because just then, Yoongi’s cock twitches and Jimin feels his own wet arousal spurting weakly.
“Hghah–H–Hyung,” Jimin whimpers weakly. “You—You feel s-so good—Fuck.” Jimin throws his head back as Yoongi snaps his hips up, leaving him in heaven.
Jimin’s floating somewhere high, but he feels safe. Yoongi’s arms are secure around him, keeping him stable as the older fucks into him, low moans coming from his mouth.
“Y-Yeah, so perfect.” Yoongi sounds so out of it and it sparks Jimin’s insides, if only he could pinch the older’s nipples again, but his brain can barely send signals to them.
“Ah–Ji-Jimin–Jimin-ah!”
When Yoongi comes, his hips move impossibly fast, jostling Jimin’s pliant body whilst hanging on to it. Jimin, somehow connected, feels the rush of a high as Yoongi shoves roughly into him. The younger thinks he babbles nonsense or perhaps lets out whiny moans, but it’s pure white bliss that forces him to shut his eyes.
Yoongi’s chest heaves as he blinks up to the ceiling, mind as blank as a canvas, body tired and sweating. His arms never cease their strong grip around Jimin, who looks so peaceful but still thoroughly dazed.
Yoongi—clingy as a teddy bear—moves to slot himself right into his love’s space, resting his face in Jimin’s neck and hugging his back, sighing as he feels some drops of his come dripping between them.
“Oh, fuck–” In the subtle movement, Yoongi squeezes them tighter together, the suction of his cock in Jimin’s come-filled hole sparking a dangerous familiar fire in his body.
Jimin—whose eyes are still serenely closed—cries out weakly, but he gets closer to the older, letting out a loud sigh as he clenches around Yoongi’s cock inside of him.
Yoongi kisses Jimin’s cheek, as he whispers, “I love you. My Jiminie. God, I love you so much.” His mouth peppers more adoration-filled kisses down Jimin’s neck, to his shoulders, before he elicits a breathless giggle from his love when he kisses innocently between his chest and arm.
Jimin relents in a heartbeat, weak to fully lift his arm but pleased with how Yoongi does it so gently for him, fully supporting all his weight before sucking lightly at his sensitive armpit.
“Mhmm..” Jimin purrs lowly as Yoongi takes a deep breath of his sweaty, natural scent before returning to skin-tingling licks. The younger revels in the intimacy and the way Yoongi groans to himself, as if he can’t get enough of Jimin.
Jimin’s right, as if he casted a spell to make Yoongi utter those exact words.
“Can’t get enough of you, Jimin-ah—God,” Yoongi mumbles into the hair of his underarm as the older’s hips roll up against his, punching out a surprised gasp out of Jimin.
Jimin’s eyes fly open, his one arm still in Yoongi’s hold but the other he slings around the man’s broad back for support.
He whines and for a second he worries about his body’s condition for tomorrow’s dance class. He’ll just ask Yoongi for a massage—His hyung offers to him every night, too—
“God, oh—Hyung—H-Hyung.” Jimin’s head lolls back as his thighs around Yoongi jerk uncontrollably. His breaths get stuck on his throat when Yoongi growls, his mouth suddenly around Jimin’s nipple, sucking noisily.
“Ungh—Perfect. You’re so perfect for hyung, Jimin.” Yoongi snaps his hips up as he holds Jimin’s nape, bringing their mouths for a deep kiss while his cock keeps thrusting into him.
Jimin doesn’t know what happens next.
Maybe he felt something warm—maybe Yoongi coming again—and then cold—maybe Yoongi pulling out—and then warm again—Yoongi holding him against his chest, for sure.
He smiles when he feels a pleasant pressure starting to work on his thigh, smiling weakly as he stays in his almost-sleep state. Even without a word, Yoongi knows what Jimin wants—needs. Jimin tries to fight the drowsiness taking over, body melting at the relaxing massage he’s getting.
He fucking loves Yoongi.
And again, his lover reads his mind.
“I fucking love you, Jimin.” Jimin’s heart beats fast despite his body slipping into a slumber, eager to say those same words, perhaps filled with even more love and affection, back at Yoongi.