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"Okay, Babe." Yoongi says as he comes in, in his Min Yoongi is about to announce something voice. He toes off his dress shoes and crosses the short distance from the front door to the couch, then straddles Jimin's thighs and plops right down into his lap. Yoongi is so fucking cute like this, Jimin thinks; all serious business and determination, still wearing his TA attire and those oh so form-flattering slacks.
Whatever this is, it's going to be good. Jimin can just tell.
"Okay?" He wraps his arms around Yoongi’s hips and pulls him closer, till Jimin can nuzzle into his boyfriend’s broad chest and get a lungful of comforting, familiar cologne.
"Yeah, so, I've been thinking about it, and I, uh. I want to try something…" Yoongi says, distracting himself by poking at Jimin's earring. He seems to zone out a bit, going a little cross-eyed as he toys at the dangling jewelry. God, how can someone look so professional, so handsome, and still be such a kitten? Jimin's whole heart is going to burst. He leans up and steals a quick kiss from Yoongi's sweetly curved lips.
"You're gonna have to give me so much more context than that, cutie."
Yoongi frowns and draws air in through his teeth. "Well, that sucks, cause I'm not gonna say it."
"Why?" Jimin laughs. Yoongi gives him an unimpressed look, lips pressed flat. Hmm… Jimin wiggles his eyebrows and looks up at Yoongi through his lashes. "Is it sexual?"
Yoongi nods, his gaze drifting absently from the earring to Jimin's lips, and all it takes is a pout from Jimin to get him to lean down for another kiss. The tops of his cheekbones are dusted pink. Yep, whatever this is about, it's going to be so good.
"Mmkay…" Jimin narrows his eyes, thinking. This isn't the first time this has happened, his shy, handsome dumpling of a boyfriend wanting something and not quite being bold enough to outright ask for it, making Jimin play the most rewarding version of twenty questions to figure out what it is. Jimin just needs a little direction.
"Hmm… I take it this is something we haven't done before?"
"Uh…" Yoongi's brow furrows and he shrugs. He says something that sounds like ‘sort of ’ so fast and quiet that even this close, Jimin doesn't quite catch it. He knows it'll only get quieter if he asks him to repeat it, so he doesn't bother. This might be a tough one then…
"It's a two-person thing, right?"
"Yeah."
It's probably pointless to ask—Yoongi is a little hesitant about most new things—but Jimin checks anyway. "Is it something that makes you nervous?" He gets an emphatic nod in answer. An idea pops into Jimin's mind. "Oh, is it something we've only done one way?"
"Uh-huh." Yoongi grins sheepishly and sort of melt-slides sideways off Jimin's lap, pulling Jimin after him till he's laying across the length of the couch and Jimin is nestled comfortably between his slim legs.
"You're being so cute today, baby." Jimin nuzzles his nose against Yoongi's till he gets a grumble of protest. So, that really narrows it down, then… He tries to think back over everything they've done together in the past half a year, everything that only went one way, and suddenly his mouth falls open. "Oh my gosh, is it—baby, do you want to top me?"
Yoongi makes a choked sound and pulls Jimin down closer over top of him to hide his face in the crook of Jimin's neck. Jimin can't suppress a full-body shiver when Yoongi's lips ghost across his skin there, a trail of careful kisses from the collar of his tee up to his jaw.
"'S not that, although…" Yoongi's voice gets so low it's almost static. "I've been thinking about that, too."
Oh god. "You have?" Jimin is going to die. The imagery that this conversation is bringing up is… a lot. He wills himself to stay focused, to not get distracted by the thought of finally getting the good railing he’s been craving. It's just that it’s been almost a week since the last time they'd both had enough free time for Jimin to lay Yoongi down and take him apart properly. He's way too pent up to not be affected.
Yoongi pulls back to glare up at Jimin, and oh, that pout is painfully cute. "Don't look so surprised, you brat. I can top you."
Jimin kisses the tip of his nose. "Oh, I know you can, believe me. And if we keep talking about it you're gonna have to demonstrate."
"O-oh." Yoongi gives a breathy chuckle and goes back to hiding against Jimin's neck.
"Alright, so it's not that. Erm…" They really haven't done that much, this should be easier than it is, Jimin thinks. "Did I do it to you, or did you do it to me?"
"Did it to you." Yoongi mumbles. Huh. That list is even shorter.
"I really don't know…" The only thing he can think of is the time a few weeks ago when Yoongi had gone down on him and just… kept going. Yoongi's clever tongue on his cock was the best feeling Jimin had ever experienced, right until the moment that he'd trailed lower, licking and sucking his way over Jimin's balls and down to his rim. Tragically, Jimin had been so strung out by that point that he only managed to last a few seconds, but god were they life-altering seconds.
But, when he'd asked to return the favor, Yoongi had turned him down with lightning speed, so that was that. It was a little surprising, considering how sensitive Yoongi always is there, but everyone has preferences and Jimin can certainly respect that.
He can admire Yoongi's perfectly eatable ass from afar. Even if it is the most tempting of forbidden fruit, soft plush curves and softer skin above pale, slender thighs. And pink … Fuck, so pretty and pink, just like his nipples and his unneccesarily large dick. Even if he'd probably make the sweetest little sounds, even if he'd fall apart so perfectly under Jimin's tongue, just how he deserves…
"Wow. What was that?"
"W-what?" Jimin is brought back to the present by a hard flick to the forehead. Yoongi blinks up at him.
"You looked like you were having some sort of spiritual experience or something.”
“Ah…” Jimin feels his cheeks heating up. “I was thinking about some… stuff.”
“Babe.” Yoongi squints. “Your hips twitched.”
“Okay, okay. This conversation is just a lot, you know. I’m going through it.” Jimin tries to subtly raise up on his knees a little better, so he’s not lying between Yoongi’s spread thighs so directly. This conversation is growing to be a bit much, more and more by the minute. Yoongi doesn’t let him get away with it though, hooking his ankles around Jimin’s hips and pulling him right back down. They both grunt at the sudden pressure, both blush and look away.
“C'mon, guess it. I’m getting impatient, Jimin-ah.” Yoongi prods, in that particular raspy whine that sounds like pout. Jimin’s feeling impatient too, if he’s being honest, it’s just…
“I’m sorry, cutie. I literally can’t think of anything that you’ve given me that I haven’t given back except, like, a rim job. And you’re not into that. You’ve gotta give me a hint.” He waits, and waits some more. Yoongi just blinks up at him with an unreadable expression, the kind that Jimin knows by now is purposefully blank, meant to hide something. Odd… “What?” He prods, but Yoongi’s lips are sealed tight.
And then a sudden, impossible, too-good-to-be-true thought occurs to him. Jimin tries not to sound too excited as he asks, “Wait… is that it?”
The pink on the tops of Yoongi’s cheekbones gets a little darker, and he scrunches his nose. No way. He gives the teeniest of nods, hunching up his shoulders, looking every bit like if he were a turtle, he’d be hidden right inside his shell by now. Oh my god.
“Oh my god…” Jimin whines, feeling like his heart is finally giving out, so he lets his weight flop fully onto Yoongi. “Yoongi, fuck, please. I’m gonna eat you within an inch of your life. You won’t even know up from down, I swear. Baby, please let me.”
He feels Yoongi’s body shaking with laughter under him as Jimin buries his face into Yoongi’s chest to muffle a needy groan. What did he do in a past life to deserve this? It must have been so fucking heroic. Yoongi gives him a comforting rub on the shoulders.
“Yeah, that’s—I want that. Yeah.”
“Yoongi, I’m begging you. I’ll be so good.” Jimin clasps his hands on either side of Yoongi’s face, ready to beg, but his already weakened mind goes offline for a second as he takes in just how bunched up that makes his boyfriend’s dumpling cheeks look. He gives a careful kiss to each, and then to Yoongi’s lips. And another, and then Yoongi parts his lips just enough and Jimin gives up, loses himself in the taste and feel of the man under him.
He pulls away with his head spinning. Yoongi looks just as dazed, his eyes dark and half-lidded, his lips spit-slicked and red.
“Yoongi. Listen. I’ll do the dishes for a week if you go take a shower right now.” Jimin tries for his best pleading face, the one with big round eyes and pouty lips and just a little bit of nose flare that usually does the trick. Yoongi’s eyes widen.
“R-right now? You wanna do it now?”
Jimin gulps, fuck, his mouth is already watering. “Absolutely as soon as possible, Yoongi. Please let me, wanna taste you.”
“Wow, okay. Alright, Jimin-ah.” Yoongi nods, bright pink but smirking. They stare at each other for another long moment. “You’re gonna have to get off of me though, you know.” He finally says, and Jimin practically jumps up. This is going to be life-changing, he’s pretty sure.
Once he’s seen his boyfriend’s perky backside safely to the shower, Jimin hurries to his bedroom, full of nervous energy and horniness. He hastily tidies the place, pulling back his comforter and rearranging the pillows, till he’s certain he’s made an acceptable ass-eating nest. He knows he’s good at this, but Jimin still bounces on the balls of his feet while he waits. He’s not about to get complacent, especially not when the ass in question belongs to the cutie he’s pined after for the better part of their graduate years.
This has to be his best performance yet.
He’s just set on a chill lofi playlist, something to ease both their nerves, when Yoongi finally emerges from the bathroom in a cloud of steam. He’s bare-chested and dewey, with a towel just barely clinging to his hips, and Jimin needs a second to take him in, in all his pink glory. Yoongi allows it, scratching behind his ear, then he moves to the bed with an embarrassed huff, letting the towel just fall as he goes.
Jimin can’t help but giggle at him. Oh, he’s going to eat this man up. He makes a bit of a show of stripping, enjoying Yoongi’s eyes on him, then crosses the room to draw the blinds, leaving them slatted just enough for thin bands of evening sun to fall across the sheets and the alluring lines of Yoongi’s body.
So pretty.
He looks like an artwork, his naked body the perfect meeting of sharp corners and soft curves, strong and delicate, his slender thighs closed and drawn up a little to hide himself as he nestles in amongst the pillows. Jimin can’t resist touching him anymore, so he settles onto the edge of the bed and runs his hand up Yoongi’s leg, leaving a trail of goosebumps.
“You’re so pretty.” He whispers, reaching up to brush Yoongi’s tousled hair back from his forehead. Yoongi closes his eyes and nuzzles into the touch. “Are you nervous?”
“Uh-huh.” Yoongi slowly opens his eyes, and there’s enough real uncertainty in them for Jimin to frown.
“You aren’t doing this just because you know I like it, are you?”
“No!” Yoongi’s eyes widen a little. “I really want to, I—I’ve been wanting to.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. I promise. It’s just…” He scrunches his face like he’s just thought of something unpleasant. Jimin slides into the space next to him, curling himself under Yoongi’s arm and resting against his chest, drawing the sheets up over them. He scratches his nails gently over Yoongi’s soft tummy, feeling Yoongi take in a deep breath, then let it go. “I just keep thinking, like, what if you hate it, Jimin-ah?”
“Oh babe, I guess you’ll just have to see, won’t you.” Jimin hums, smirking up at Yoongi from beneath his lashes. “You know I’ve done this a time or two, and I’ve never not liked it before.”
Yoongi blushes, and he looks so warm and adorable with the sunlight falling across his face, just illuminating the faint freckles across the bridge of his nose. Jimin’s heart beats a little faster just looking at him. He pushes himself up and moves around to settle between his boyfriend’s legs, and Yoongi accommodates him with a pleased hum.
“You liked it when you did it to me, right?”
“I—yeah, but that’s different, babe. You’re you, everything about you is good.” Yoongi runs his tongue across his lips absentmindedly, like he’s remembering it.
“So just tell me,” Jimin lowers his voice to the husky almost-whisper that always seems to help soothe his boyfriend’s nerves, “How do you usually like it? Anything you don’t like?” He begins a trail of open-mouthed kisses down Yoongi’s throat, down to his collarbones and the firm rise of his pecs.
"I—I can't." Yoongi says, a little breathy, something vulnerable in his tone. Jimin pauses his ministrations to search those pretty, dark eyes.
"Why not? Need me to guess for you again? I don't mind."
"No, it's… It's not that," Yoongi hides his face behind his big hands. "It's just, no one's ever, you know."
Jimin cocks his head to the side, confused. "Wait… No one's ever?"
"Uh, nope."
Huh. It seems like Yoongi is actually meaning he's never had that ass eaten before, which doesn't quite add up. Jimin frowns.
“But… Yoongi.”
“What?”
“Your butt.” Jimin wiggles his eyebrows and reaches down to get a handful of it for emphasis.
Yoongi squeaks at the sudden touch. “My butt?”
“Yes. Like, none of your other partners even offered?"
Yoongi shakes his head. "I've never been brave enough to ask, and yeah. I guess they didn't want to." He still looks pink and bashful, but there's an amused smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth too.
"Well, that's—I'm offended." Jimin huffs. “They should have begged.”
Yoongi chuckles, reaching up to smooth away the scowl between Jimin's brows.
"You can, uh. Show me what I've been missing, I guess."
"Oh, baby. My Hyung. You sweet man." Jimin rolls his shoulders. "I'm going to make it all up to you, believe me."
“Mm, okay, c’mon then.” Yoongi smiles, his lashes fluttering as Jimin begins trailing kisses down his throat. He stops to suck a mark against Yoongi’s collarbone, then lowers himself to take one of Yoongi’s nipples into his mouth, teasing his tongue against it, nipping just enough to be almost too much. Yoongi shudders in his hold, his breaths quickly becoming pants.
Their relationship may still be young, but Jimin is a quick study, and Yoongi's body has easily become his favorite thing to learn. It's always breathtaking to watch how quickly Yoongi loses coherence when he does this, plays him just how he needs.
Jimin lets the nipple go with a quiet pop, admiring how reddened and tender he's made it, blowing a soothing breath across the wet skin. Then he moves on to the other side, reveling in the deep, gravely whine he gets in response. Yoongi's toes curl against his legs and the whining gets louder as he continues teasing him, Yoongi's hand coming up to tangle in his hair.
As soon as he can tell Yoongi is getting overwhelmed, Jimin switches to the other side, then back again. He keeps at it until Yoongi is arching into him and trying to squirming away at the same time, his breaths heavy and sweat beading on his flushed chest.
"Hey, sweet baby." Jimin coos as Yoongi smiles a little dopily at him. He already looks so wrecked that it's making Jimin feel overheated too. "How are you feeling?"
"Really, really nice." Yoongi answers, his voice rough. He pouts his lips out for a kiss, and Jimin hurries to oblige. Yoongi is so pliant, letting Jimin guide him, and Jimin licks into his mouth with a hunger that only grows as the kiss deepens, till his own needy groans are joining Yoongi's. The taste of Yoongi, the heat of him, Jimin needs as much of it as he can get.
When they finally part for air, Jimin trails his way down again, this time laving open-mouthed kisses against Yoongi's ribs, the jut of his hip bones, the line of hairs beneath his belly button. By the time he reaches Yoongi's flushed cock and stretches his lips around the head, it's already beading precum, and the satisfying taste spreads across Jimin's tongue.
Yoongi’s cock was made for this, gliding thick and heavy over his tongue and pushing into his throat, the girth of it so close to being too much that Jimin can’t help but whimper around it. When Jimin sinks down, slowly relaxing his throat enough to take nearly all of it, Yoongi moans so loudly it's almost a shout. He sounds so good, so wonton, Jimin can't resist doing it again, and again, till his own vision is blurred with tears and he's so hard he's aching.
"J-Jimin, shit, you're gonna make me come." Yoongi gasps, his voice hoarse and urgent. It takes an awful lot of resolve to pull off, the taste of precum growing stronger with every suck and swirl and bob, the roll of his own hips down into the sheets making him dizzy.
It's all just, so good. Yoongi is so good for him.
Jimin finally gives them both mercy, sitting back on his heels to catch his breath. The sunlight pouring over their bodies has grown more golden as the sun sinks toward the horizon, and Yoongi's skin looks beautiful under it, milky smooth, flushed pink, and blooming with the marks Jimin has given him.
By comparison, the pale skin of Yoongi’s thighs is still a blank canvas, the many marks Jimin had left there the last time having since faded. Which won't do at all, Jimin thinks. He wraps his fingers around one of Yoongi's delicate ankles, hearing the way Yoongi's breath hitches as he brings it to his lips and presses a kiss there, just teasing teeth against the skin.
"Shit, why does that feel so good?" Yoongi sighs, letting his head fall back against the pillow, dark hair fanning out around his face. Jimin kisses his way up Yoongi's legs slowly, taking his time, making sure not to miss any of the sensitive places. By the time he reaches the tops of Yoongi's slender thighs, his boyfriend is practically writhing.
“You taste so good, Yoongi.” Jimin whispers, as he eases Yoongi’s legs up over his shoulders to mouth along the inside of his thighs. It’s too easy to leave marks here, the skin soft and supple, so he does—covers them in blooms while Yoongi whimpers, his legs flexing around Jimin’s head. His skin does taste good, clean and freshly shaven, the sweat from their activities giving it the barest hint of Yoongi’s natural, heady musk.
"Babe please—" Yoongi groans, his hands clenching against the sheets.
"Please what, cutie? You still feeling good?"
"Mhmm, please touch me." God, he sounds so wrecked.
"Still nervous about it?" Jimin asks, his tongue sliding along the crease between Yoongi's leg and his hip, teasing dangerously close to where he knows Yoongi wants him. He sees Yoongi’s length give a helpless twitch in response, the slit glistening.
"N-no, I just need you, Jimin-ah." Yoongi lifts his head enough to send him a watery-eyed, pleading look that Jimin couldn’t possibly resist.
"Okay baby, I’m gonna take care of you, you’ll feel so good. Just let me—" Jimin gets up from between Yoongi's legs and pulls his hips to the edge of the bed. "There, do you feel alright? Comfortable?" He asks, carefully arranging the pillows beneath his boyfriend's hips. Yoongi lets himself be moved however Jimin wants, pliant and open.
"Yeah, I'm fine, baby. I'm ready for… you know." Yoongi groans and hides himself behind his hands again. "Are you sure you don't want me turned around? Isn't that easier?"
"No, I don't want you alone up there with your thoughts." Jimin slides down onto his knees beside the bed, kneeling between Yoongi’s thighs. His insides tie up tight at seeing Yoongi so willingly vulnerable for him. "This way I can see you. I want to watch how you fall apart from this, Hyung. I'm gonna make a mess of you."
Yoongi swallows roughly and offers a weak 'okay' as he lets his head drop back onto his pillow. His legs fall hesitantly open, and Jimin eases them up over his shoulders, pushing up against the meat of his thighs to expose him, admiring the way the soft skin dimples slightly around his fingers.
"Please, Jimin-ah, please touch me. I can't—" Yoongi whimpers as Jimin spreads his cheeks apart. His hole is pretty, dusky pink, clenching tight and inviting when Jimin lets a puff of breath ghost across it. "Oh—Please hurry."
He doesn't need to worry, though the begging does stir a delicious heat in Jimin's core. Jimin's own patience for teasing is wearing thin too, his need to have the man in front of him—to show Yoongi how good this can be, how good Jimin can be—is almost overwhelming.
"Hey, Hyung?"
"Yes?" Yoongi's chest is rising and falling heavily, like every second that goes by is bringing him closer to desperation.
"I want you to come on my tongue, alright?"
"O-oh, oh god, okay. I'll try"
"You don't have to try, Yoongi. Just let go for me, when it happens."
Yoongi tries to answer, but he cuts off with a broken moan when Jimin finally, finally gets his tongue on him.
He lets the tip of his tongue drag slowly, slowly down the back of Yoongi’s heavy balls, down the sensitive skin beneath, then even slower over his rim for the first time. Yoongi jolts away at the touch, then pushes back into him the next second, and Jimin does it again. A string of gravely moans and gasps falls from Yoongi’s lips, his fingers fisting into the sheets.
Jimin is in heaven. Yoongi looks so good, tastes so good, is so responsive to every tiny thing he does. He’s throbbing between his own legs, his need growing more urgent with every pretty sound that leaves his boyfriend’s lips, but Jimin ignores it for now in favor of making Yoongi writhe.
“Oh. O-oh…”
Jimin traces his pointed tongue in slow circles around the outer edge of his rim, moving gradually closer till the whole area is slicked with spit and pinkened under the attention. When he finally closes his mouth over the puckered skin and gives a gentle suck, Yoongi practically screams.
“F-ff—oh, fuck!”
Jimin flattens his tongue and laps hungrily, the textured skin gliding against his open lips as Yoongi trembles beneath him, babbling incoherently. He keeps at it until his jaw is aching, then gives himself a moment to breathe, kissing his way up the inside of Yoongi’s trembling thigh. Yoongi makes a sound like a sob when he pulls away.
“Jimin, fuck, why?” Yoongi raises his head to peer down at him, a look of desperation in his watery eyes.
Jimin can’t help but coo. “So, what do you think, baby? Is it good?”
Yoongi groans and melts back down into the sheets, his whole body glistening with sweat, limp and flushed. “You know it’s good. Why did it stop?” He whimpers, letting his eyes fall closed, like it’s just too much effort to keep them open. Even now, looking so thoroughly ruined, he’s still so adorable it’s almost painful. This feels like an awful lot of fondness for only six months, Jimin thinks.
Jimin eyes his boyfriend’s chubby cock, how reddened it’s become at the tip, a string of precum running down to his soft stomach. He can’t resist, so he leans forward to take the tip in his mouth again, swirling his tongue, gathering the taste of it, tongueing the slit. Yoongi is babbling, practically incoherent, and Jimin can feel him growing harder in his mouth, nearing release. When he pulls off with a pop, pressing a last kiss to the tip, tears are trailing down Yoongi’s round cheeks.
“God, I love your cock, Yoongi. So fucking good and thick.”
“Jimin, please, you’re seriously gonna kill me, let me come!” Yoongi begs, his hips canting up in desperation, so Jimin finally has mercy on him. He presses his tongue flat over Yoongi’s hole, giving hard licks while Yoongi’s body shudders in response. He digs his fingers into the soft skin of Yoongi’s ass and spreads him wider, kissing and tonguing till he’s sure Yoongi must be right at the edge, his thighs trembling around Jimin’s head, his hole fluttering.
When he finally curls his tongue and presses, presses until the tight ring of muscle opens to him and his tongue slips inside, Yoongi makes the most agonizingly pleasured sound he’s ever heard. He thrusts as deep as he can, dancing his tongue against the petal-soft warmth, moaning as Yoongi clenches down on him. It’s different than anything else, feeling Yoongi so intimately, making him keen and squirm so helplessly from just his tongue. The arousal of it all is dizzying.
Suddenly, Yoongi tightens so much he’s practically pushing Jimin out, mewling as his body goes rigid and he falls apart, coming in hard spurts across his own stomach and chest. It’s so good, Jimin whimpers at the feeling of it, doing his best to keep thrusting with his tongue till Yoongi is wrung out and gasping in sensitivity.
When he gets up from the bedside, Jimin is panting almost as hard as Yoongi, his jaw aching but his body thrumming with pleasure. He gives his own dick a few pumps just to take the edge off.
“Oh my gosh, baby, look at you. You’re so pretty.” He whispers, his eyes trailing over Yoongi’s spread open thighs, blooming with marks, his softening cock and the pooling cum on his stomach, the pink flush across his chest. Yoongi’s eyes are closed, his features serene, his hands still clutching at the sheets beside his head. So pretty Jimin’s knees feel weak.
Yoongi huffs shyly at the compliment, pulling a spare pillow up over his face and mumbling something that sounds like a curse into it.
“What, baby? Are you alright? I’m going to go get something to clean you up, do you need water—”
Yoongi cuts him off with another cute grumble, and then Jimin’s eyes widen as Yoongi rolls over onto his stomach and arches his hips up towards Jimin, spreading his legs languidly beneath him. Jimin makes an embarrassing, strangled sound, and Yoongi sends a fucked out little smile over his shoulder.
“What I said was, fuck me, Jimin-ah.”
“H-holy shit, um.” Jimin’s hands are on the globes of his boyfriend’s ass before his brain has even come back online. “What—um, what about—” He shakes his head, trying to clear it, and Yoongi giggles at him. “Won’t you be really sensitive?”
Yoongi wiggles his hips—why is he so good at wiggling his hips—and arches even more, till his chest is against the sheets and he’s completely on display. Jimin is going to die.
“Yeah, probably, but I want to. I want to feel it, wanna be so overwhelmed I can only think about you.” Yoongi says, his voice low and scratchy from his earlier moaning, and Jimin’s knees almost buckle.
“Oh my god, seriously Hyung. You can’t say stuff like that if you want me to last long enough to even get inside you.” He scrambles for the lube in his bedside drawer and pops it open before he’s even made it back to the bed, warming it on his fingers. They both sigh in relief when the first finger slips easily inside. Jimin soothes his free hand up and down the back of Yoongi’s thigh, kneading the plush rise of his butt, and soon he’s working in a second finger too.
“Okay, okay, come on babe, put your cock in me.” Yoongi whines after a few more minutes. He always gets a little more brazen when he's sated and hazy from an orgasm, and it's impossibly endearing. Jimin gives his butt a playful swat.
“Bossy thing."
"Excuse you. I'm your elder." Yoongi says, cute ass still in the air. "Be respectful, and fuck me."
"Yes, Yoongi-ssi. I'll do my best." Jimin says, as serious as he can manage. He leans down to place a kiss at the base of his spine, then slicks up his cock and lines himself up. He can't help but moan as he finally sinks in, finally getting some relief for his own arousal.
"You sound so pretty, babe." Yoongi says, his voice strained, as Jimin presses himself the rest of the way inside.
"For you, Hyung. Just for you."
"My favorite—oh." Yoongi's hands clutch at the sheets as Jimin pulls back, then slides forward again. It feels so good, and Jimin lets himself get lost in chasing his own pleasure, fucking into Yoongi’s tight heat at just the right speed.
Yoongi keeps himself arched beautifully under him, and the last rays of sunlight coming through the blinds fall warm across their moving bodies. Jimin builds up a rhythm, paced but deep and hard, and he can't take his eyes off the way the muscles of Yoongi's strong shoulders flex as he tries to hold onto the bed, tries to push himself back into Jimin’s thrusts. It's one of those images that will stay painted in his mind, the ones that make him blush and sigh wistfully and smile at nothing when they come back to him.
The delicious heat pooling in his core builds quickly, and he doesn’t try to stop it, just lets it pull tighter and tighter with every smack of his thighs against the soft curve of Yoongi’s ass, until it’s all too much. Jimin pushes in as deep as he can, pushes Yoongi down into the mattress, and comes with a broken moan inside him.
“Thank you, Hyung.” Jimin whispers, pressing worshipful kisses to the plane of Yoongi’s back as soon as he’s able, once the last of his orgasm has finished washing through him. “You were so good for me, so good. Do you want to come again?”
“I don’t think you have it in you, babe.”
“I do so! My stamina is—” Jimin whimpers as he pulls out, then flops boneless down onto the mattress beside Yoongi, throwing an arm over his forehead and trying to catch his breath. “My stamina is fantastic, give me five minutes.”
Yoongi chuckles fondly and brushes the sweaty hair back from Jimin’s brow. “It’s alright, Jimin-ah, I’m good. That first one was so good I almost blacked out, you know.”
“Yeah? So you liked it? I did good?”
“It was amazing. You were amazing.” Yoongi says, smiling a little sheepishly. “Plus, now I don't have to do the dishes for a week.”