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Yoongi and Seokjin walked back to their apartment quickly. It was still raining, but neither of them seemed to care. All Yoongi could pay attention to was Seokjin’s warm hand in his. His heart felt like it was doing flips in his chest. 

He couldn’t remember a time when he’d been this happy. And every time he looked over at Seokjin and saw his bright, shy grin, and the hot red of his ears, Yoongi’s grin grew even wider. 

By the time they got to their apartment, Seokjin pulled Yoongi into their bathroom.

“Hands, Yoongi, wash them. Now,” Seokjin said. His cheeks were pink and his eyes were shining, and Yoongi grabbed Seokjin’s hands and brought them to the sink, so he could lather soap over both of them. 

“I don’t think this is hygienic…” Seokjin whispered next to him, but Yoongi just snorted. 

“Shush, I’m counting,” Yoongi responded, grinning when he heard Seokjin’s light chuckle next to him. 

He tried to focus, but it became increasingly difficult as Seokjin leaned into him, pressing a trail of hot kisses from Yoongi’s forehead, down his cheeks, to under his ear, and then just above his collar. 

“It’s like you don’t even care about the hygiene,” Yoongi grumbled, and Seokjin giggled against Yoongi’s skin. When Yoongi finally hit 25, he turned and pulled Seokjin’s face up from his collar into a deep kiss. 

It was messy, and there were more teeth in it than there probably should have been, but neither seemed to mind. And as the kiss grew deeper, Seokjin walked Yoongi back out the bathroom and towards their bedroom until the back of Yoongi’s knees hit the bed and they both toppled back. 

They fell into bed together with an oof, limbs tangled and light giggles echoing through the room. When Seokjin propped himself up on his elbows to look down at Yoongi, the sight took Yoongi’s breath away.

Seokjin’s hair was still faintly wet, and his bangs were plastered across his forehead messily. His face was pink. His cheeks were squished up because he was smiling so wide, and his lips were sinfully red from their makeout session. Yoongi felt as if his heart was going to burst out of his chest, and he brought a hand up to rest against the side of Seokjin’s face.

“I love you so much,” he whispered, and Seokjin’s lips parted in a little gasp. His eyes grew wet with tears.

“I never thought I was going to hear you say those words again,” Seokjin said, and Yoongi could feel the hurt buried in them. 

“I should have told you every day,” Yoongi said, bringing his other hand up so both Seokjin’s cheeks were cupped between his palms. “You deserve to hear it every day for the rest of your life and I’ll make sure you do from now on.”

Seokjin’s expression bloomed into a happy, goofy smile. “I’ve missed you so much,” he whispered, and Yoongi blinked away the tears that were forming in his eyes to lean forward and press a kiss on Seokjin’s lips. 

This one quickly grew hot, and soon he was pushing up and over to flip them until Yoongi was on top of Seokjin, pressed between his legs. He was quickly chubbing up, and it was almost embarrassing how easily worked up he was getting, but he’d forgotten what it was like to have a happy Seokjin beneath him, making little gasps as he pressed open mouthed kisses down his beautiful neck.

“Yoongi,” Seokjin said, voice strained. “I want to see you.”

Yoongi paused from biting marks into Seokjin’s pale skin and looked up. Seokjin’s eyes were heavily lidded and his eyes were blown, and Yoongi nearly moaned at the sight. 

Without hesitating, he lifted his hoodie and shirt up and off his torso, then threw it somewhere across the room. 

Seokjin snorted. “That’s never gonna dry like that,” he giggled.

“Don’t care, you next,” Yoongi urged. Seokjin blushed pink and slowly grabbed the hem of his hoodie. He leaned up and Yoongi helped him to pull it over his shoulders and head, then barely protested when Yoongi threw it across the room to accompany his own sodden clothes on the floor.

Yoongi looked down at Seokjin, bare chest splayed beneath him, and was struck yet again by the sight. 

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he breathed out, and Seokjin brought his hands up to hide his face beneath them. 

“Yoongi,” Seokjin whined, and Yoongi couldn’t help but grin. 

His half chub had gone fully hard, and based off the sizable tent in Seokjin’s pants, Yoongi could tell he was just as affected. But, as he looked down at his perfect, gorgeous hyung, who was so painfully familiar and yet also seemed foreign, Yoongi’s heart wavered. Was this really what Seokjin wanted, after everything Yoongi had put him through?

“We… uh… We don’t have to go any further than you want, you know?”

Those words made Seokjin drop his hands from his face, and he looked up at Yoongi for a long moment, considering them. 

“Do you not want to?” Seokjin asked softly. 

“What?” Yoongi huffed out. “I want to do fucking everything you’ll let me do. Bu-”

“Then do it, Yoongi,” Seokjin said. 

And Yoongi stared down at him, mouth gaping open. 

“Yoongi,” Seokjin said, propping himself up on his elbows and levying him a look with dark eyes. “I want you inside of me,” he said, and his voice was low and hoarse, and it made something low in Yoongi ache hard. 

“Fuck,” Yoongi said, and Seokjin grinned softly. 

“Yes please,” he giggled, and Yoongi couldn’t even gather the energy to roll his eyes before he was pushing Seokjin down into the bed again. He put his mouth everywhere he could on Seokjin, licking and biting marks as he hastily pawed at Seokjin’s pants. 

Clothes flew across the room and soon they were both bare. Yoongi let out a helpless groan at the sight of Seokjin’s cock, painfully hard and red and leaking onto his stomach. 

“Fuck, hyung,” Yoongi said, flushing with pride at how fargone his hyung already was, and when he put his hand on Seokjin’s length he smirked at the whine Seokjin let out.

“Lube, Yoongi, come on,” Seokjin panted, and Yoongi quickly crawled over to the bedside table where he grabbed the lube and condoms. 

He knew Seokjin liked it wet, so he squirted an excessive amount onto his hand and rubbed it to heat it up before placing himself between his hyung’s spread legs. 

“You still sure, hyung?” Yoongi asked.

Seokjin looked up at him, and Yoongi could see the tiniest flash of vulnerability behind his eyes. 

“We don’t-”

“I want to just… just kiss me while you prep me?” Seokjin asked, voice tiny.

Yoongi could swear his heart was breaking, but he nodded hastily and pressed forward with a long, lingering kiss, too sweet for the moment they were in, and yet somehow perfect. 

“Now, Yoongi,” Seokjin whispered into Yoongi’s lips.

He circled Seokjin’s rim with one finger before carefully, slowly, pressing in. 

Seokjin moaned into Yoongi’s mouth, and Yoongi’s dick twitched at the sound. 

“More, Yoongi,” Seokjin whispered, and Yoongi pressed in another. They were both so worked up, but he knew he needed to take his time with Seokjin. He carefully scissored around, his knuckles opening his hyung up and pressing forward until he found the spot that made Seokjin arch up and cry out. 

“If you aren’t careful I’m gonna cum you asshole,” Seokjin whimpered, and Yoongi grinned down at Seokjin’s flushed, beautiful face. 

“I wouldn’t be mad about that,” Yoongi responded, and Seokjin glared up at him.

“I’m not cumming until you get your dick in me, do you hear that Min Yoongi. Now put your third goddamn finger in me right -” Yoongi pressed in another digit and Seokjin cut off mid-sentence with a low moan. 

“Asshole,” Seokjin whispered, but he was smiling, and Yoongi leaned down to kiss both corners of Seokjin’s mouth. 

“Love you so much, hyung,” Yoongi whispered, and Seokjin’s grip around Yoongi’s shoulders tightened. 

“One more and then I’m ready, Yoongi,” Seokjin whispered, trying to focus even as Yoongi continued to kiss all the bare skin he could reach on his perfect hyung’s face. 

Yoongi hummed, and when Seokjin gasped out a soft “now,” Yoongi pushed in his final finger. He stayed that way, letting Seokjin get accustomed to the stretch, until Seokjin was bucking up into his hand, desperate for more. 

“Come on, Yoongi, please,” Seokjin whimpered, and the sound shot straight down to Yoongi’s dick. He removed his hand with a squelch and reached for the condom, hastily ripping open the wrapper and placing it on, before slathering another large dollop of lube onto his dick and moving over until he had lined himself up with his hyung. 

He paused before he pushed forward to look back up at Seokjin, who was staring at him, plump lip bitten between his teeth, eyes wide. 

“I love you, Yoongi,” Seokjin whispered.

Yoongi’s heart stuttered in his chest at the words, and he surged up to press another kiss on his hyung’s lips. 

“I love you so much,” Yoongi whispered, “Love you so so much,” he kept repeating as a mantra into Seokjin’s skin, and Seokjin giggled wetly into the kiss, wrapping his legs tightly around Yoongi and pressing him in close.

“Please, Yoongi,” Seokjin whispered, and finally Yoongi pressed into him, breaching his entrance and slowly pushing in until he was buried to the hilt. 

He didn’t move for a long moment, just relished how good his hyung felt around him. Seokjin was tight and warm and felt like fucking home. Yoongi could barely breathe with how overwhelming it felt to finally have him like this again, and he could almost feel himself getting worked up again just thinking about how close he’d come to losing Seokjin.

A light finger poked his forehead, bringing him out of his thoughts. Seokjin was staring at him so softly and Yoongi felt so much love crash through him. 

“Stay with me, Yoongs,” he whispered, and Yoongi nodded, leaning down until their foreheads were touching.

“Love you, hyung,” Yoongi said, and Seokjin wrapped his arms around Yoongi. 

“Love you too,” he whispered back, leaning up to kiss Yoongi’s cheek. “But I’m gonna need you to start moving soon, or I’m gonna cum just like this.”

Yoongi huffed out a weak laugh and nodded. He pulled halfway out and then pushed back, going slow at first until they’d reached a comfortable rhythm and he could tell that Seokjin had adjusted properly. 

When Seokjin was panting and meeting Yoongi’s thrusts with his own hips, Yoongi quickened the pace, snapping his hips up to where he knew Seokjin’s prostate was. Seokjin let out a garbled moan at the pressure.

“More, Yoongi, more!” Seokjin cried, and Yoongi drove forward, hitting that spot again and again head on until he could feel Seokjin tightening around him. 

“I’m close, Yoongi,” Seokjin moaned, and Yoongi moved his hand between them, wrapping tight around Seokjin’s dick and pumping in time with his thrusts until Seokjin tensed up and came with a startled gasp. 

Seokjin’s body seized up around Yoongi, who groaned at the vice-like grip around his cock, and thrust forward once, twice more until he was going rigid and cumming into the condom with a low cry.

When he’d finished, he collapsed onto Seokjin. They lay like that, chest pressed to sweaty chest, both heaving from the exertion. Seokjin’s arms wrapped around Yoongi, and he pressed a kiss to Yoongi’s sweaty bangs. 

“I think we failed at social distancing, Yoongi-yah,” he said with a grin in his voice. Yoongi snorted, burying his head into Seokjin’s broad chest and giggling into it. 

He eventually looked up into Seokjin’s eyes. “Oopsies?”

They both burst into a fit of giggles. Yoongi’s limbs felt loose, his body was warm, and he was so, so happy wrapped in Seokjin’s arms.  When they finally stilled, they stayed like that for a few moments, wrapped up in each other, until they both finally felt too gross.

Yoongi carefully slipped out of Seokjin, pulling off the condom and going into the bathroom to wet a washcloth.

When he came back, he gently cleaned his hyung up, trying to ignore how red he was getting with Seokjin softly brushing his hand through his sweaty hair as he wiped them down. 

When they were both relatively clean and at least a bit less sticky, Yoongi threw the washcloth onto the pathetic pile of clothes already on the floor, then crawled back into bed to join Seokjin. 

“I’m not picking that up in the morning,” Seokjin warned, angling his body around so that he could pull Yoongi into a tight embrace. Yoongi snorted, letting his body relax and go loose as he wrapped himself around Seokjin, limbs tangling until he could barely tell where he began and Seokjin ended.

“I’ll do it in the morning,” Yoongi grunted, already feeling a contended sleepiness settling over his body like a heavy blanket. 

“Hmm,” Seokjin hummed, rubbing a circle comfortingly into Yoongi’s bare side. 

He could feel himself getting sleepier and sleepier, but he still heard it when Seokjin whispered a tiny “I love you” into the crown of his head. 

Yoongi smiled, and warmth filled him up to the brim. 

“Love you so much, hyungie.”