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It's unbelievable how something can knock the ground from under your feet so quickly. Or rather someone. When you're not really sure if this is reality or you've fallen asleep and seeing vivid dreams about your past.
It's been ten years as they would say in an anime. It has been. It could have been an exes to lovers trope but sadly or fortunately life most of the time turns out to be bland like that. Like a more expensive three in one sachet of instant coffee that in fact tastes mostly like tap water.
The water. The waves. The ocean.
For once Jimin thought he could lose himself there, on the shore, on one of deserted beaches of his oceanic town. He could often be found there alone, deep in thoughts, deep in waves and forever labeled as suicidal and a weirdo. Not like anyone else but not in a good way either. Too sad to talk to, to complicated to bother to listen. Not worth the effort.
He's changed since then. He still had too many thoughts in his head but he learnt how to tame them. Learnt how to make them quieter. And yet, here he was, back to this town to accept his relatives' last will.
The myriad of bland happenings was interrupted by someone he used to know a little, someone he lived close by - his ex neighbor, Yoongi-hyung. They bumped into each other in a supermarket and for a moment he fantasized like the time actually stopped and the two of them never left this town. And whatever happened to them beyond its borders was just a damp sweaty sticky nightmare.
- Jimin? - he said in disbelief, looking him up and down.
A kind smile bloomed on his face. A friendly face, a welcoming one.
Of course they recognised each other. With social networks it was easy to look through your old classmates or schoolmates profiles and be aware how they look now, grown up, mature, with some of the traces life has left on their faces and bodies.
- Yoongi-hyung, - Jimin all but whispered.
There was no hesitation - they hugged, bumping their shopping baskets and they laughed adjusting them after. What a treat was too see his old childhood neighbour grow into this man, daddy like type, as Jimin crisoned him. Though he had those elegant mannerisms too, as he noticed, used to looking at people of his gender in a certain way.
- We have to get ramyeon like, right now, - Yoongi rummaged through his basket and looked at Jimin again, tucking his long hair out of his face, - You don't mind popping to mine, right?
- Not at all, hyung. - he assured, thrilled at the prospect of a good conversation and warm food.
On the way to the elder's place Jimin learned all the possible details he needed. Yoongi long ago moved to Seoul and worked there full time. And by coincidence he was here at the same time as Jimin because he needed to house sit for his aunt who had a holiday but it overlapped with some late renovation works she ordered.
So basically, all he did here was watching burly men in denim overalls while drinking and pleasing his eyes from afar. To that Jimin laughed again. They had that in common too and their shoulders instantly relaxed when Jimin shared that he wouldn't mind such passtime too.
What he liked about his hyung is that when he wanted to ask he asked. He was straightforward, bold and Jimin could trust he was genuine. So when the question came, maybe after a bowl of ramyeon and a couple of sojus he wasn't that surprised.
- What about your episodes? - the face was concerned and still kind.
Jimin put the almost empty bottle aside. He shared that he's been to therapy and learned to cope with them in his own ways. One being the most helpful of all. But it was sometimes hard to do since the solution was quite unconventional and required help of a partner.
- What can that possibly mean? - Yoongi smiled again, chuckling, - People often use those complicated words when they want to say something related to sex. So it it? Related?
- Damn, how are you so good at this? You're right, it is. - Jimin admitted.
- Hmm.
It was quiet for a little while before Yoongi's curiosity won and he finally asked:
- So what is it you do? If you don't mind me knowing?
Jimin looked at the elder through his eyelashes. Yoongi was unfairly fucking pretty. His pink cheeks and reddened mouth he's been biting on didn't spoil the visual at all, making it all the more desirable.
He tried to get rid of those thoughts. Yoongi just would not look at him in the same way if he started some sort of advances the first day they met after a decade. But maybe if he goes a different route and wait for his hyung to act on it himself... If it happens naturally?
- I'm engaging in role plays. In sexual settings. I found it was the best way to cope for me. - he shared.
- Oh, a nurse, a teacher kind..? - Yoongi asked, mentioning a certain stereotype, looking serious though.
- Yes, but quite heavier ones. A sex worker or kidnapping. Non consensual play. That sort of thing. You know what I mean?
- Wow.
It was hard to tell whether the elder was impressed or just surprised. He wasn't put off, rather curious, that much was obvious. It didn't help that Jimin turned on his charms and was blatantly flirting, having decided not to miss this chance. Naturally, his ass.
- It was hard to find a partner whom I could trust well with it though so, unfortunately, I don't get to play often. - a prominent pout was instantly on his face.
- I'm sure you'll find someone suitable soon. - Yoongi tried to support him, watching Jimin's pink tongue travelling over his full lower lip.
- Will I? - Jimin boldly looked at him, leaving no room for doubt about what he was implying.
- We'll see. - he averted his eyes, - When do you come back to Seoul?
- In a week or so, - Jimin shrugged, pointing that his schedule was quite flexible.
They agreed to meet there. They exchanged phone numbers and addresses and the conversation flowed further from the spicy topics, moving onto jobs and exes and the excruciating time in college. Sometimes it would dip into their time here but the elder soon understood that it wasn't a good idea soon as Jimin wasn't comfortable with the topic. So he abandoned the idea to come for a walk on the beach as well.
For Jimin it was so easy to speak to Yoongi again. Ten years apart hasn't made them total strangers and didn't morph them in completely different people, on the contrary, they both were eager to resume their friendship and get to know each other anew, now being close to their thirties. By the end of the evening they both were overjoyed with their reuniting and parted amicably, with Jimin taking a moment or two too long with his arms around Yoongi's waist. His hyung only chuckled, rubbing his cheek on top of the younger's head affectionately.
- Go, pretty. Don't worry about something you can't control. It will be just fine, yeah?
- Yeah, - he smiled, wider than on any other suitable occasion.
Jimin was scared it will all remain a dream, a meeting with his old friend in his birth town - what can be more frail than that? Luckily, his fears weren't justified: when he was back to the capital Yoongi kept messaging him while he stayed there longer and also when he got back. Now being in the same city opened more opportunities for them. They started meeting on weekends and do something simple together, like watching films at either of their places or going for a coffee in small quiet cafes.
They both enjoyed that kind of passtime. They didn't put any labels, didn't mark days and didn't ask for more than the other could possibly give. Sometimes their conversations would slide the slippery route again and they would discuss their previous experiences and people they have been with before.
Yoongi was astounded when he once asked Jimin to tell him more about the role plays and he described him how he let one of his previous partners follow him in the bathroom of the club they went to and take him there with Jimin quite actively protesting like they didn't know each other before. He was acting quite eager towards the end, as if the other slowly coaxed him into having sex with him.
Yoongi ended up with a painful hardon and excused himself into the bathroom under the knowing chuckles of the younger. The descriptions were so vivid and the voice the younger recited the story in was like an illustration out of a dark sinful fantasy Yoongi didn't know he was into. He didn't expect it from himself, usually pretty cool about the desires of the flesh unless there was something he was really craving. Maybe Jimin was slowly converting him into his tempting religion. Maybe it was this man he was now after.
- Let me help you next time, - Jimin chuckled again when his hyhng came back, slightly out of breath.
He finished his tea, not a fan of drinking alcohol too much on a weekday, and set his mug aside. He looked to the side and Yoongi was there, some of the locks of his hair damp like they caught water when he was washing his face. His arm was casually thrown on the backrest of the sofa and his body was turned towards the younger. His look was assessing, observing. And then he motioned for Jimin to come closer with his finger.
- Come here, - he asked.
And Jimin did. He approached his face and their lips pressed together chastily. His hyung was warm, so warm, he didn't know he craved it so much until it happened and the dam broke, intertwining the two men in an ardent kiss.
- Aren't we going to fast? - Jimin asked between the slow passionate kisses, worried hoe the other felt.
- Just say your word. We don't have to do anything. Do you - do you want it? - he asked quietly in that tone of his that made everything seem less scary.
Jimin smirked. Of course he wanted. He dreamed about it from the day he saw Yoongi. He wanted him to the point of having black spots in his line of vision. To the sore skin he once got himself when he stupidly jerked off too much in one evening when Yoongi wore a see-through top to their usual coffee meeting.
- I do but I've no idea what to do, - he said airily, winking at the other and making him stop for a moment.
So this is how you want to play, huh, he thought, easily lifting the slender body and laying it on the couch, moving on top of it. If that was one of Jimin's fantasies, he didn't mind fulfilling it at all. He found them all fascinating.
- Do you know what happens between a man and a man in bed? - he asked quietly, rasping those words in Jimin's reddened ear.
- Hnn... I might have an idea. - he said, turning his head and showing off his long neck that was begging to be marked up.
The younger was really good at this. It was like his whole demeanor has changed. His body language turned from calm and confident into shy and nervous so fast it was giving him whiplash. And it was so so believable, he had hard time proceeding with their scene at first. He refreshed all signal words Jimin listed to him in his memory and kept going, teasing the younger, making him jolt from every touch to his chest or his thigh.
- Ah, please, - he begged, looking up with such innocent eyes it was hard not to believe it was his real first time, - N-not here...
- I love it when you blabber, sweetheart, - Yoongi said, cupping the younger's pinkening cheek, - So where do you want it?
- In my bed, - he said meekly.
Jimin turned his head slightly and planted a soft kiss on Yoongi's palm. If he had any doubts previously, now they were completely gone, totally disarming him.
He stood up, helped the other up and led him to his bedroom by the hand. He took their sweatshirts off, drawing the younger in so their chests touched.
- Are you sure? Sure you want it to be me? - he asked, tracing a line from the young man's forehead down the slope of his nose and over the plush of his lips.
- I'm sure. I want you to do it. I'm ready, I promise, - he whispered and hid his face in Yoongi's neck, tickling the sensitive skin with his breathing.
- It might hurt a little, baby, even after good prepping. Are you ready to take hyung? - he teased, falling fully into the role.
- Yes, I sm - he confirmed.
He got all the answers he needed. Yoongi wrapped his arms around the lithe figure. It was so nice to hold him. He couldn't quite place it, he was this growing feeling of pride that might not be relayed to being the other's "first" at all.
It was the slow realization that he was trustworthy enough to be engaging in these kind of scenes with Jimin, that this beautiful boy wanted to not just start any kind of sexual relationship with him but rely on him in this way. Right from the start.
Park Jimin was unbelievable. He has grown to swipe Yoongi off his feet, make his heart beat faster with the thrill, with adrenaline.
They moved to the spacious bed, situating on it in their previous position. Jimin breathed out and gasped at every touch while Yoongi was undressing him, gliding his calloused palms over the soft warm skin. Under his home joggers he discovered a pair of white boxers with his cock already straining against the fabric, staining it in precome.
He went down on him, planting a kiss after kiss on the way to his hardness and wrapped his lips around the clothed head. He was so sensitive, the reactions of his body genuine and shaky as his tongue lapped at the wet spot, making it spread wider. He blew cool air on it before hooking his fingers on the hem of the underwear and pulling it down. The younger tried cupping his balls and stiff cock with both hands hiding his nudity and Yoongi didn't insist on seeing it just yet.
Instead he took his own clothes off completely and kneeled above the young man who had his eyes closed and cheeks so adorably pink, he looked like he's been outside in freezing wind.
- If you prefer to hide your cute little cock from me for now, then how about looking at mine? - he offered and Jimin opened his eyes.
His hands carefully let go of his crotch and he hesitantly touched Yoongi's thick shaft that was hanging heavy somewhere above Jimin's chest. The soft tentative touches ignited such strong fire in him, it was hard to hold back and not start fucking his brains out. He bucked into the soft dainty palms and Jimin started stroking it slowly and carefully.
- Do you like it? - he mused.
- It's pretty, - he said, eyes still on the cockhead he was rubbing with just the tips of his fingers.
- Mhm, look closely, this thing is going to be inside of you really soon.
Jimin took his instruction quite literally. He sat up in bed and leveled his mouth with Yoongi's leaking girth, fanning his hot breath over it. He stuck his tongue out and started giving the head small kitten licks, smacking his lips like he was savoring the taste. The movements of his mouth, that he purposely made like that of an unexperienced person were turning the elder more than a blow job given by a professional.
Jimin moved back and opened his mouth wider, showing off his tongue. It took a moment to get what he was waiting for.
- Pretty boy wants me to feed him?
Jimin nodded. Yoongi had no choice but to provide, gladly.
He went over the tip of his cock with his fingers and circled them around the base. He tapped the head on the wet tongue, making slapping sounds and guided his length in. It nestled inside so well, like it belonged there. He teased him a little by pushing his dick into his cheeks, making them bulge satisfyingly, before entering his mouth deep, going slowly as not to shock him. But the younger took ot all with no hiccup and Yoongi got very interested in testing it all again in a regular setting, storing the idea for later.
- Enough, - he verbalized, pulling out and gently pushing on Jimin's shoulders to lay him on the sheets.
His shoulders raised and he covered his chest the moment Yoongi playfully tweaked his nipple. Gods, he had a suspicion he could play with Jimin for hours and not get tired, he was so responsive and sensual in every move that he made.
- So coy. Are you sure you want this man to take your innocence? - Yoongi asked, reaching his hand to the bedside table where he spotted a tube of lube.
- I'm sure, hyungie, - he said and his face got adorned in the sweetest yet smile he's seen on him so far.
- Lift your hips up, - he took a pillow and laid a towel on it that too was prepared on the table.
Either Jimin was hoping for the day to end like this or had it ready for himself. In any way, the younger lifted his hips and they got propped on the soft cushion, making everything look like on a display.
Jimin pressed his arms to his chest and was nibbling on his pointer finger, watching his hyung put a generous amount of gel on his hand. He fitted himself between the younger's hesitantly spread legs and rubbed his slicked fingers over his entrance.
He whined when digits started prodding at him so Yoongi did the best he could in that situation, he bent over the slightly trembling figure and whispered reassurances into his mouth, pecking his lips and catching his moans when he finally breached the ring of muscles with his one finger.
- So tight inside, - he commented, watching the crimson blush spread down to his neck and collarbones.
He grabbed his thigh and lifted it, working the second and then the third finger in. He curled them and Jimin cried out at the contact with his prostate. He spread his walls until he was satisfied with the stretch and then pulled out, wiping his hand on the towel. The contact of the cockhead with his loosened entrance made him tense so the elder practically laid on top of Jimin, slowly kissing his face and along the jawline.
- Please, take me, - he heard a quiet voice and without further preamble he lined his cock with his entrance again and pushed in.
He kept going extremely slow, feeling how despite all fun and games, the younger's little hole was sucking him in hungrily. By the time he bottomed out they both were damp with sweat but considerably more relieved. It turned out to be a little challenge for them both, for Jimin to not just push his hips until he comes, for Yoongi to not just ram it in and fuck the other senseless.
- Okay? - he asked softly, smiling at the fact that it really is their first time.
- Yes, hyung, more than okay, - he hugged him tight, pulling him to his neck and Yoongi moved his hips slowly, pulling in and out of the tight canal.
The reaction was beyond all expectations. Jimin whined and gasped at every thrust, he was throwing his head back and asking for more, looking the perfect amount of lewd and shy, feeding something dark Yoongi felt burning inside him.
They both didn't last long to their mutual surprise. Jimin came untouched, spilling from his twitching cock Yoongi felt against his abdomen. With the tight walls that squeezed his girth just right, he couldn't stave it off any longer. He released inside, filling the younger with a great feeling of accomplishment. He stayed buried in and moved hastily until he was absolutely spent.
Jimin breathed hard, mirroring the elder as they laid next to each other, overwhelmed with the first time they got intimate. Jimin covered his eyes with his palm but his mouth was stretched in a big dazzling grin.
- This was perfect, hyung, - he said ever so softly, - Thank you for taking care of me like this.
- I haven't even started to take care of you yet but hopefully I'll get to it again soon, - he said simply. - And not once.
To that Jimin had no other response but an affirmative, affectionate "yes, hyungnim!" and an eager embrace. The waves, the sea has calmed inside their chests for now.