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Movie nights are definitely one of Yoongi’s favourite ways to wind down, preferably with one of the boys but he isn’t fussy about who. Tonight Jimin had joined him, which usually meant the pair being tucked up under a fluffy blanket watching some cringy rom-com. Yoongi stands at his bar mixing soju cocktails (a must have for rom-coms) and watching Jimin flick through netflix, looking very comfortable where he’s splayed out on his sofa, though the weather is too warm for a blanket.
“Sweet & sour?” The screen pauses on an attractive couple.
“Jang Ki-yong?” Yoongi thought about it for a moment, “Worse ways to spend the evening.”
Jimin giggles, loading the film before re-arranging the pillows into one corner of the sofa and wriggling himself into the divot. As Yoongi makes his way over with their drinks, Jimin pulls the coffee table closer so the drinks and snacks are within arms reach, then makes grabby hands at Yoongi until he joins him on the sofa. Jimin rearranges Yoongi until he is happy with their cuddling position, pushing and pulling so that Yoongi is lying between his legs, chest to back, and Jimin can wrap around him like a koala.
“Jimin-ah, it’s way too warm to lie like this” Yoongi complains, pawing at Jimin’s hands but not trying to actually move away.
“Hush hyung, it’s not that warm” Jimin plucks at Yoongi’s shorts and t-shirt “If you get too warm you can always take these off.”
“Yah, don’t be a pervert” Yoongi chastises as he presses play on the film, relaxing back into the solid warmth behind him.
It takes 10 minutes before Jimin starts fidgeting, pulling a ribbon from seemingly nowhere to play with. Yoongi watches, entranced, as Jimin rolls it into a spindle, releases it, weaves it between his fingers, and wraps it around his wrist in random patterns.
“Where’s the ribbon from?” He reaches out to touch the satin material.
“Hmm?”
“The ribbon, why have you got it?”
“Oh, ah it’s for a new routine I’m choreographing but it’s hard to use long ribbon without accidentally tying yourself up” The ribbon is now dancing infront of Yoongi, he lazely watches it undulate against his hand “Ahh my kitty hyung likes the ribbon?”
Yoongi nods, snapping his hand closed when Jimin flicks the ribbon sharply, drawing a giggle from underneath him.
“Hmm, why don’t we play a little game with the ribbon hyung?” Jimin starts winding the ribbon around both of Yoongi’s wrists, giving him time to pull away. “You stay like this and watch the film, while I do whatever I want”
“Yeah, yeah okay” Yoongi lets out a shaky breath, turning his head to watch the tv again as Jimin finishes tying the ribbon Small hands gently trail up and down his arms, massaging the muscles in his hands before pulling Yoongi’s shirt up to reveal his chest. Jimin pinches and rubs his nipples, the sensitive nubs hardening under the touch. Yoongi arches into the sensation, letting the waves of pleasure wash over him.
“You’re so sensitive hyung, no wonder everyone likes playing with you” Jimin shifts under him, slipping his legs under Yoongi to knock Yoongi’s legs to the outside, then raising his knees to spread Yoongi open “I wonder where else you’re sensitive?”
Yoongi stays loose in his arms as one of Jimin’s hands trails down to Yoongi’s inner thigh where his shorts had ridden up, the soft pale skin currently free of blemishes. Jimin keeps his touches light, focusing on the spots that cause Yoongi’s breath to hitch. Fingers dance across the crotch of Yoongi’s shorts to find his hardening cock, rubbing it through the material. The sensation of the feather light touches has Yoongi rocking up into Jimin’s hands, warmth spreading through him as his arousal grows.
They stay like that for a while, Yoongi pretending to watch the film and Jimin teasing his hyungs body however he wants. Whenever Yoongi feels his orgasm building Jimin pulls away, moving instead the stroke his legs or stomach but never dipping below the fabric of his shorts.
“Jiminie” Yoongi turns towards the younger with a pout “Touch me properly”
“Hyung, I am touching you!” A firm squeeze of his cock accompanies those words “But I suppose you’ve been good for me so far, so I’ll give you what you want.”
Yoongi grinds back against Jimin’s cock eagerly as his wrists are untied, watching as Jimin pauses for a moment before bringing the ribbon up towards his head.
“What are you doing?” His confusion laces his voice.
“Do you trust me Yoongi?” Jimin’s voice is soft and warm in his ear, he knows Yoongi’s answer but still wants to hear it, Yoongi takes a steadying breath.
“Always”
The darkness of the ribbon covering his eyes isn’t scary, but it is weird. Blindfolding isn’t an element they’ve played around with before but Yoongi’s never been opposed to it. Wrapped in Jimin’s embrace it feels safe, even as his stomach swoops when they shift, moving to lie on their sides. Jimin slides his arm under Yoongi to reach into his shorts. Without his vision his other senses are heightened, he can hear the soft shift of their clothes, smell the spice of Jimin’s cologne, almost taste it on his tongue, and the brush of Jimin’s fingers slipping below his waistband feels ten times more intense.
“Oh fuck” Yoongi groans, rocking into Jimin’s hand as it finally wraps around his cock. Jimin keeps his hand still, allowing Yoongi’s movements to get them both off - rocking forward into the tight grip and then grinding back onto the thickness pressing against his ass. Yoongi flinches when another hand slips down the back of his shorts, slick fingers finding his entrance and playing with his hole.
“So warm, you want me in here too hyung?” Jimin slips his fingers into him, his teasing tone flushes Yoongi further “So easy, aren’t you?”
Yoongi nods, pressing back onto the two fingers now stretching him. It’s like he can feel every stroke against his walls, Jimin’s fingers petting his insides and tugging at his rim, another finger slips in to stretch him further as he loses sense of time to the darkness.
A whimper slips out of him at the same time the fingers do, Jimin tugging his shorts down just far enough to press the tip of his cock against Yoongi’s hole. He’s sure his cock must be purple with need by now, but Jimin releases his hold to reach up and wrap his hand around his throat.
That small hand starts to squeeze as Jimin presses in slowly, leaving Yoongi feeling light headed as his senses turn fuzzy.
“Shh, I’m right here” Jimin’s voice creeps in past the haze “I’m not going anywhere.”
Jimin doesn’t thrust, but grinds deep instead, filling Yoongi with a pleasure that feels light and sweet. With each squeeze on his throat, his breath is stolen from him and the pleasure mounts, building in swells until Yoongi is gasping. His hands grip into Jimin’s strong arms to ground himself, trying to clench around the cock inside home, wanting to give something back to the man thoroughly taking him apart. It’s hard when his head is turning light, leaving him pliant and soft. Jimin groans against his neck, his hips stuttering against Yoongi’s as he starts to thumb the tip of Yoongi’s cock roughly. The hand around his throat tightens.
Despite being blindfolded, Yoongi is sure his vision blacks out as he comes, his legs shaking with the intensity of the feeling, cum splattering up his chest with the force of his orgasm. He tries to catch his breath but Jimin’s hand on his cock doesn’t stop, rubbing over the tip of his cock over and over, milking the remaining cum out of him.
“Jimin-ah, too much” His voice is hoarse as he tries to twists out of Jimin’s grip, but all he achieves is pushing himself back onto Jimin’s cock.
“Just a bit more, I haven’t cum yet and you don’t want to be greedy, do you?”
Tears of frustration slip past the blindfold as he tries to focus on anything other than the too intense pleasure, clenching tightly as Jimin’s grinding gets rougher. He swears he can feel the moment Jimin cums inside him, warmth spreading deep inside him as Jimin’s hips twitch.
Yoongi feels like he’s floating on a cloud as Jimin pulls out, barely registering the other man moving, the warm cloth gently wiping his skin, or the fresh clothes protecting him from the now chilly summer evening air. By the time he comes back to his body Jimin is cuddled in behind him again and has restarted the film, holding Yoongi gently in his arms.
“That is nice” He wriggles back into Jimin’s chest to try and get him to hold on tighter.
“It is, isn't it?” Jimin presses a kiss to his cheek. “We’ll have to keep the blindfold a secret from the others, don’t want them to get jealous.”
“God, can you imagine if JK was here?” The thought honestly scared Yoongi a little “Or Tae? I’d never walk again.”
“Actually that sounds kind of good, seeing you thoroughly ruined.”
“Jimin!” He slaps a hand back toward where the younger man is grinding against him “Stop it you pervert.”
“Yeah yeah, I’ll stop now” he can hear the grin in Jimin’s voice “let's actually watch this film now.”
Yoongi settles back into Jimin’s arms, relaxing as he watches the opening of the film again. Movie nights really are his favourite.