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“Ah Yoongicchi don’t do that!”
Yoongi suppressed an amused grin, knowing Seokjin will hear it in his voice even though he couldn’t see him. Especially if he couldn’t see him.
“Relax,” he said, languidly stroking his cock with his free hand. “You don’t even know what I’m doing to whine like that.”
Seokjin wanted to shift, to turn and look back, he knew. He could see it in the tensing of his wide shoulders, the twitching of his arms where he was braced upon them.
"You’re not allowed to turn back,” he quickly reminded, keeping his voice level.
The warning had his head drop low. “Then don’t take pictures! It’s embarrassing.”
That made Yoongi wince, and he quickly tossed his phone to the couch nearby. He didn’t want to lie to hyung. But he didn’t want the other to catch on either. Not yet, anyway.
Instead he lined the tip of his cock, glistening with lube, to Seokjin’s pretty little hole. Silently he wondered how even that part of the man was beautiful as he started to push in.
The low groan voiced the slow burn that was undoubtedly caused by his steady push into Seokjin's soft, pliant body. It was like music to his ears. Sensual and sweet.
Yoongi could feel his cock twitch eagerly inside the soft heat, and he waited patiently for the go sign, his hands clenching minutely at Seokjin's waist to avoid rutting into him.
With a breathless sigh, the older nodded a few moments later, and Yoongi pulled out before pushing back in, slow and steady. Seokjin's moans and hands coming up to grab Yoongi's legs, thighs, wherever he could reach had him quickly picking up the pace though. The creaking bed and the slap of his hips against the plush backside a lovely backtrack for their mingling moans and screams of ecstasy.
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Seokjin held his hand out in his line of vision. It took Yoongi a moment of blinking curiously at said hand to realize what the gesture meant.
However, his clouded mind still didn’t catch up to what the other wanted.
The older seemed to understand, and sighed. “Your phone, Yoongi.”
Realization finally dawned, and he scrambled up from beside Seokjin, allowing a pleading look to take over his features. “Please don’t delete it, hyung. I swear it’s just for me to see.”
In hind sight, he should not have posted their picture that time.
But Seokjin smiled softly and flicked his nose. “I just wanna see it Yoongicchi.”
Licking his lips, suddenly nervous about his shot, Yoongi leaned over the side of the bed to grab the phone off his couch. He handed it to Seokjin’s waiting hand, knowing he wouldn’t have a right to be upset even if the older deleted it.
But his head shot up when Seokjin sucked in a sharp breath. Curiously, he peeked at his expression now. “Hyung… I can delete it if you still-”
“No need!” Seokjin cut him off. When he eloquently raised an eyebrow, the older blushed but did not look away. “I think… w-we should keep this for other times.”
His eyes immediately trailed to Seokjin’s spent cock and caught a twitch. The smirk couldn’t be put away even if he tried, and he could feel the heat pooling in his own stomach seeing Seokjin like this. So he slowly crawled over the other. “Other times? Hyung, y'know we can very well continue right now.”