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Yoongi wasn’t sure how it happened. First he was lying in bed, re-reading his lyrics that he wrote for his new music he was working on with irritation, to being irritated that Jimin’s mouth was moving way too slow against his skin.
“Jimin, if you don’t fucking—“
Jimin laughed, his tongue darting across Yoongi’s collarbones before leaving a heavy, dark red hickey against the milk white skin.
“I have a question, hyung.” Jimin whispered into Yoongi’s ear, biting softly until he extracted moans from the other. “I want to try something.”
“W-what? God damnit stop doing that.” Yoongi replied, his body shuddering as he felt teeth biting down against his shoulder.
Jimin continued to bite and suck, his lips leaving hot, wet trails all over Yoongi’s skin, but he decided to finally listen, pulling back and straddling his boyfriend’s hips to stare at the masterpiece of hickeys that adorned Yoongi’s neck and collarbones.
“I want to try swallowing.”
“What?” Yoongi choked out in surprise.
“I want to try swallowing.”
“No, I heard you the first time but what? Why?”
Jimin shrugs with a soft chuckle. “I just want to. You always do it to me and it looks so hot…”
“Well, I mean…are you sure? It’s not really that appetizing—“
Jimin bucked his hips down and rutted slowly against Yoongi’s midsection, watching as the older choked on his words before doing it once again but this time pushing down a little harder into the fabric of Yoongi’s sweatpants.
“I don’t care how it tastes, it’s you.”
Yoongi slapped Jimin’s ass in response, scraping his nails against the tanned skin. He was sure there will be red marks in the morning, but if Jimin continued to be an asshole like he was being now, Yoongi was sure to leave more than just red marks as punishment.
“Will you please stop teasing me—“
Jimin pushed down again, throwing his hands on either side of Yoongi’s head, groaning so low and deep it left Yoongi’s head buzzing in surprise. Yoongi closed his eyes to relish the fact that the younger was still grinding so slow against him, the heat pooling so dangerously fast inside his sweatpants as he bucked his hips up against Jimin, hungry for more than just this stupid tease.
“So, will you let me?” Jimin stopped moving his hips and kissed the older with a smirk.
Yoongi opened his eyes in frustration, annoyed that the friction stopped and nodded his head. “Yes, whatever you want baby, but please—“
Yoongi couldn’t wrap his mind around what was happening, the cold air made him hiss out in shock as soon as his sweats were pulled down along with his boxers, his cock slapping against his stomach with a way too eager Jimin pressing his tongue against the opening.
“Fuck, Jimin.” Yoongi responded as Jimin’s tongue curved around the head and Jimin pulled back to only suck harshly against the pink. “Holy fuck.”
Jimin purred low in his throat, the vibrations sending Yoongi’s mind high into the clouds of his lust before being pulled back down again when Jimin’s tongue flicked on the underside, caressing the vein with slow, but very precise movements.
“How is it, hyung?” Jimin spoke with his lips still around Yoongi, his tongue flicking up and around the head with faster regression. “Tell me.”
Yoongi moaned loudly, his hands carding up into Jimin’s hair, fingers pulling at the strands with pleased hums escaping his lips. “You’re always good.” He said, yanking the younger lower and gasping when teeth scraped against him.
Jimin smiled, his palms now holding Yoongi in place as his tongue smoothed over flat, tasting the precum that decorated Yoongi’s shaft. He moaned, the salty liquid burning warmth against his tongue and down his throat, he wanted more, practically begging for more when he sucked down lower, the air getting trapped in the back of his throat leaving Yoongi a gasping mess underneath him.
“Shit.” Yoongi groaned out between dry lips, he tugged sharply against Jimin’s scalp, moving his hands away and into the bedsheets, fisting them instead, not wanting to hurt Jimin.
He opened his eyes in awe, when the impact of Jimin’s mouth sank so low that he felt his cock press against the back of his boyfriend’s throat, the heat crawling down until it engulfed him all the way to his soft skin. Yoongi glanced down and immediately bucked up when he saw how beautiful Jimin looked with his lips taut around him, drool slipping across his chin and sliding lower until it reached his chest.
“Jimin.” Yoongi moaned, his hands guiding the younger to look up at him. “You’re so beautiful.” Jimin responded with another deep-throated suck and a loud whimper, his eyes locking with Yoongi’s blown out ones, the compliment firing up a cloud of heat inside the pit of his stomach. He bobbed up and down again, this time eager to feel the familiar push against his throat as Yoongi hissed and growled, twitching against his tongue. He moved faster, tongue flattening so fluidly and flicking up every time Yoongi’s cock slipped in and out of his mouth.
“Hyung, do it.” Jimin yearned on, his mouth leaving Yoongi’s shaft for a second to breathe before suffocating himself on it once again, but this time sucking all the air into his lungs and pushing Yoongi even further down into his throat. He watched as Yoongi’s eyebrows scrunched up in pleasure, his teeth scraping on his bottom lip while a broken cry escaped from them. Jimin bobbed down again, sucking hard and swallowing around Yoongi’s cock until he couldn’t breathe anymore and his gag reflex made him choke out a nasty sound. Yoongi opened his mouth in a silent scream, the feeling of being suffocated inside Jimin’s mouth made him arch his back up in the bedsheets, leaving his limbs numb and his blood rushing into his head.
Jimin pulled his mouth away, catching his ragged breaths in shock and Yoongi laughed breathlessly, admiring that his boyfriend was so hungry for him, but he didn’t want Jimin to do more than he could.
“Slow down baby, if you can’t handle it, don’t do it.” Yoongi panted, his back falling back towards the bed and he slid his hand over Jimin’s face, slowly caressing the younger, trying to tell him to stop but Jimin shook his head and once again slid his lips over Yoongi’s shaft and sucking until Yoongi was back at gasping and groaning like a mantra of a scratched record.
Yoongi felt it now, his stomach muscles tightening and constricting as Jimin dived deeper and deeper again, his wet breaths slipping up and around Yoongi’s cock.
“I know you’re close, do it.” Jimin whispered, before choking around Yoongi and he felt his own cock twitch inside his boxers in anticipation. “Look at me.”
Yoongi opened his eyes and looked down at Jimin, watching how hot and fucking delicious the other looked bobbing his head up and down and before he could catch his breath, Yoongi released inside Jimin’s mouth, quieting his scream into his closed fist and watched as Jimin’s eyes opened wide in excitement.
Jimin swallowed what he could, the thick, bitter and salty liquid latching down into his throat and it tasted so much of Yoongi, he put his mouth back on Yoongi’s cock to pump more of it onto his lips. “You taste so good, hyung.” Jimin’s hoarse voice whispered, making another short spurt of Yoongi’s cum to land on his chin. “So fucking good.”
Yoongi sat up quickly, letting a loud groan from his chest reverberate against the bedroom walls, and moved his hips towards Jimin’s face to grind his cock on swollen, red lips before pulling at Jimin’s hair roughly. Jimin yelped in surprised but drank up the remnants of the liquid on Yoongi’s thighs and stomach, licking his lips clean of everything that was poured onto him.
“Hyung, you’re still hard!” Jimin yelled in astonishment before he was being flipped around and slammed against the bed by Yoongi’s rough hands, his eyes hooded with blown lust against Yoongi’s own.
“You,” Yoongi growled in Jimin’s ear and biting down hard against the earlobe, “are so fucking hot.”
Jimin smirked, his hips shimmying against Yoongi’s dick until the older finally pulled his pants down and off Jimin’s body, the younger’s cock leaving a sudden smack against his tanned and toned stomach.
“Show me how hot I am.” Jimin purred, his fingers grabbing both of their cocks inside his palms and rubbed both of their heats together into a mind blowing sensation Yoongi couldn’t wrap his head around. Jimin continued to slide them both together, the shafts now wet with Jimin’s precum and with clumsy fingers they slipped in and out of his palms. He locked gazes with the older, rubbing and sliding until they were both shuddering messes and Jimin sighed softly into the crook of Yoongi’s neck. He fisted the head of their cocks together, thumbing over Yoongi’s slit until precum leaked against his fingertips.
“Stop.” Yoongi grunted and moved himself away from Jimin’s grasp and ducked his head low into Jimin’s crotch. “You beautiful, nasty, amazing little shit.” He moved Jimin’s legs up and apart, dipping his tongue against Jimin’s opening and gliding it around until he felt Jimin’s legs shaking with pleasure.
“Hyung! Please…”
Yoongi smirked, pushing his tongue into the wet pink until Jimin’s screams flooded into his eardrums like a gorgeous symphony. “Let your hyung take care of you.” Yoongi muttered, his lips sucking and his hands cupping Jimin’s butt into a tight squeeze. He dragged his fingernails deep into Jimin’s skin, pressing them harder when Jimin’s hips jerked up onto Yoongi’s tongue and another scream fell against Jimin’s chapped lips, from being obviously overused and beaten.
“What do you want, Jiminnie?” Yoongi asked, his hands dropping Jimin’s legs back onto the bed and kissed Jimin’s slit before licking it once and then twice and humming low in his throat. “What do you want me to do, huh, baby?”
“Fuck me.” Jimin strangled on the words, his hands knotting the bedsheets with amazement. He was used to Yoongi being endearing, but the pet names were starting to blow his mind and if this was a reward for what Jimin did earlier, he wasn’t scared to do it again if it meant Yoongi acting like how he was now.
“Say it again.” Yoongi bellowed before cracking a slap on Jimin’s ass, leaving a red handprint against the tanned flesh. “Say it again, Jimin.”
Jimin screamed, his hips stuttering from the pain of the slap and he rutted down against Yoongi’s tongue, finding himself panting loudly when the wet tongue glided all around his cock. Jimin sat up in frustration, pulling his boyfriend up by his chin so they were both at eye level and with a rough, hoarse voice he mewled out, “I said fuck me.”
Yoongi had enough. He pushed Jimin back down against the bed, resting a hand on the younger’s chest before sliding two fingers inside his own mouth to wet them. He watched with a piercing gaze as Jimin parted his lips in hunger, eyes so blown it looked black from his expanded pupils. Yoongi moved his legs so one of Jimin’s thighs rested in-between them and placed a finger on the opening of Jimin’s hole.
“Is this what you want?” Yoongi asked, inching the digit inside the warmth before pressing it further in when Jimin nodded his head in agreement. “Is this what you want, Jimin?” Yoongi demanded, pulling his finger out and waiting for Jimin’s vocal response.
“Y-yes, hyung.” Jimin sobbed, pushing his hips down trying to find where Yoongi’s finger was and whining when he couldn’t find the touch.
Yoongi kissed Jimin’s lips and smirked. “That’s my baby.” He said before sliding the finger back in—but this time all the way, garnering a squeak from Jimin and a jerk of clumsy hips. Yoongi pushed and fingered his way in and out well enough to slip in another finger inside, fingering until they moved with ease. He glanced down at Jimin’s cock and licked his lips, shoving his mouth against the hardening member and sucking until he heard loud cries fill inside the bedroom.
“H-hyung…please…I’m ready.” Jimin begged, pushing himself farther down onto Yoongi’s fingers and rocking continuously until Yoongi’s fingers found the sweet spot inside. “Oh, god.” Jimin bellowed, his eyes shutting close as the sensation filled his veins in a numb buzz that drifted to the back of his eyes. Yoongi curled his fingers into the spot over and over again, scissoring his fingers through until the stretch was comfortable and Jimin was a writhing pant of ‘ohs’ and ‘yeahs’.
Yoongi pulled his fingers out and placed his cock on the opening of Jimin’s rim before slapping Jimin’s thighs apart. “Stop whining, you said you were ready.” He said with irritation and reached into his bedside drawer to pull out lube to slick up his cock and Jimin’s opening. The absence of warmth inside made Jimin impatient, he was already stretched so easily he wasn’t sure why Yoongi had to get the lube out but before he could complain even more he felt Yoongi press against him again. He inhaled a sharp breath, throwing out the earlier thought and thanked Yoongi for using lube because this stretch felt a little painful.
Yoongi urged himself in, his head pulsing inside Jimin’s tense, contracting muscles which left him choking on shaking breaths. The stretch felt so warm, so good, and the tight muscles sucked him in until he was resting deep inside. He looked down at Jimin to make sure the younger was okay and kissed his forehead with a smile.
“Are you okay?” Yoongi asked, not moving until it felt good to the other, and with a nod from Jimin, Yoongi slowly moved back out pressing his lips against Jimin’s neck to comfort him. “Fuck, Jimin, you’re so tight.”
Jimin inhaled another sharp breath before pushing his ass down against Yoongi’s cock, sobbing at the feeling of being filled to the brim and pushing his ass back up until only a small amount of the tip was inside. He sucked in a breath and held Yoongi still, locking gazes with his boyfriend until finally slamming his hips back down harshly until Yoongi filled him up in a way he thought wasn’t possible. Jimin moaned loudly against Yoongi’s skin, rutting his hips forward and back until Yoongi was groaning along with him.
“You feel so good, hyung.” Jimin responded, his fingernails scratching a trail all the way up Yoongi’s spine and into his shoulder blades. “So, so, so fucking good.”
Yoongi hissed when he thrusted himself in and out slowly, holding on to Jimin’s hips as he picked up the pace and used Jimin’s shuddering moans and gasps as a cue to how fast he could go. Soon, the pace was quick and the sound of smacking hips filled the room along with Jimin’s high pitched moans.
“Hyung, right there!” Jimin yelled, his back arching high off the bed and his fingers pulling so brutally at the bedsheets, Yoongi was afraid he’d rip them. Yoongi grabbed Jimin’s leg and placed it over his shoulder to go in deeper and faster into that spot he knew was hitting just the right way until Jimin was muffling his screams into the pillows. “Please, don’t stop, hyung, please.” Jimin begged, tears starting to well up in his eyes. Yoongi’s sweat danced along his temples, dripping all along his chin and he gripped his hands tighter on Jimin’s hips, smacking loudly against the skin of Jimin’s ass.
“God damn, Jimin.” Yoongi chokes out, his voice strangled from the intense contracting of Jimin’s muscles around him and biting down so hard on Jimin’s thigh, he was sure that was going to leave a bruise tomorrow morning.
“Oh, fuck!”
Yoongi adjusts his hips and thrusts in a few more times before he felt the warmth rage inside of his stomach and his orgasm exploded through his limbs leaving stars behind his eyelids. He rocked himself slowly, riding out his high until finally pulling himself out and grabbing Jimin’s cock into his weak hands, pumping Jimin loosely and resting his mouth on the tip. “Look at me when you cum. I said look at me.”
Jimin opened his eyes and stared down at Yoongi with scrunched eyebrows and placed his hand on top of Yoongi’s own, helping him pump faster until Jimin’s orgasm shot into Yoongi’s mouth and all over his lips. Jimin watched as Yoongi drank it up hungrily, making him keen into the pillows with a loud ‘oh!’ and with a slight pop, Yoongi released Jimin's cock from his mouth and came up and kissed Jimin’s lips.
“That was amazing, hyung.” Jimin said breathless, his high still buzzing through his limbs and Yoongi chuckled before lying next to him with his breaths against Jimin’s ear.
“I know. It was.” He replied before kissing Jimin’s temple and snaking his arms around Jimin’s waist, his breaths still coming out hard and fast.
“Let’s do that again tomorrow.” Jimin says and Yoongi rolls his eyes in disapproval.
“I’m getting old, let me see if I can even move tomorrow.” Yoongi mutters, his eyes shutting closed from the drowsiness that starts to hit him like a dump truck.
“It’s okay, if you’re too tired, just let me ride you.” Jimin giggles before turning around and shoving his back to Yoongi’s body and wiggling his hips close. “I’m good at that.”
Yoongi shook his head in astonishment. “Whatever, Jimin. Go to sleep.” He says softly after leaving small, chaste kisses on Jimin’s shoulder blades, not even bothering to suggest that they both hop in the shower by how sticky they feel.
“Fine.” Jimin pouts, snuggling closer into Yoongi’s chest and sighing deeply. “I’ll just suck your dick while you’re working.”
“Jimin. Please.” Yoongi presses, pulling himself away from Jimin with irritation.
“Okay, okay!” Jimin laughs, before pulling his boyfriend back against his body and shutting up for the rest of the night.
Jimin dreams of sucking Yoongi off in the recording studio that night, with the microphone turned on recording all of Yoongi’s moans into the tracklist. When he woke, he glanced around the room with tired eyes and grabbed his phone to look at the text message that Yoongi left only thirty minutes ago.
'At the recording studio until five.'
Jimin glances at the time and smirks. It was only 1:15.