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„yoongi! Come look at this!”, jimin called out. He himself didn´t look up from his phone though, fixated on the screen. Yoongi huffed from where he was standing in the doorframe to their bathroom. He wanted jimin to look up, see him finally. His boyfriend had told him during the concert, a hushed whisper inside the changing room, that he´d like to see yoongi in that skirt again. and now he didn´t even look.
“yoongi, come!”, jimin whined again.
Another huff, but yoongi was weak for him and they both knew it. so he gave up on leaning against the frame prettily in nothing but the skirt and a mesh shirt stolen from jimins closet and walked over to the bed. jimin was already in his boxers-shirt combo for cold nights, lying under the blanket while dabbling on his phone. which he practically shoved into yoongis face once the older was close enough.
“look at that, I am definitely taller than you here!”, he giggled. Yoongi only raised an eyebrow, but ultimately couldn´t suppress a fond smile spreading on his face. the picture showed the concert from today, specifically the two of them during spring day, standing back to back.
It was a nice photo, yoongi definitely liked, and yeah, it looked like jimin was a tiny few inches taller. But he knew their real measurements were the same, it was only the combination of shoes, fluffier hair and posture. Which he felt the need to point out. Not that he cared about being taller than jimin, he actually liked feeling small often. It was just a matter of principle to discuss everything with jimin. they didn´t really disagree on anything important, so they made a point out of playfully arguing about anything else. Yoongi also loved riling jimin up a little.
“you´re wearing your plateau shoes again, aren´t you?”
“doesn´t mean I´m not taller than you?”, jimin quipped back. in his fast rising combativeness when it came to yoongi (only playfully though), he sat up in bed and turned while talking. Which lead to a sudden stop to their conversation, as jimin discovered yoongis outfit.
And stared, with an open mouth, eyes wandering up and down every edge and curve, sometimes hanging at little details. Yoongi felt himself blush, but didn´t try to hide. Not with jimin. he may be shy about more things than most people thought, but with jimin even the bashfulness didn´t stop him anymore. he straightened his back, looking down at jimin. he wasn´t wearing make up anymore and his hair was slightly damp still after the shower. But they had seen each other in every condition by now. Yoongi loved jimin in every one, thought him the most handsome and beautiful creature on earth. And he knew jimin felt the same about him.
“for you”, he simply said. He didn´t have a problem wearing the skirt on stage at all, he´s not that into society’s put-up gender roles. in fact, he quite likes how jimin looked at him during the rare occasions he did wear one. He also feels pretty with the fabric barely covering his thighs swinging around. He just wore pants normally, as the easier and more practical option. Jimin knew all that.
He turned off the phone, put it to the side. And reached out, fingers skimming over the edge of the cloth and therefore yoongis bare skin, sending shivers up to his groin. Yoongi hummed and shuffled a little closer to the bed.
“ah, you look so pretty”, jimin sighs. “how can you be lovely and sexy at the same time, stop that adorable smile!”
Yoongi chuckles and ducks his head at the onslaught of compliments. He lets jimin pull him closer at his hips, until he bumps against the bed. another tug later and he´s sitting in jimins lap, legs splayed left and right of jimins. His arms wind around his shoulders in a thousand times practiced move, he leans close so their chests touch. Jimins fond smile disappears as he´s too close, yoongi squinting his eyes. He closes them when jimin finally kisses him though.
His soft lips take yoongis world away once again, he loses himself in jimins touch. Hands wander up his skirt, he shudders and rolls his front down over jimins thighs. A moan slips from his mouth to jimins, dick rubbing against muscular thighs. He´s always been a fan of those, liked the contrast of his own rather scrawny ones to jimins. Although he´s been working out too for a while now and it´s not that bad anymore.
Jimin stops kissing him too soon, holds him still with a foot space between them. too much, if yoongis concerned. He pouts, digging his nails into jimins shoulder blades. “hey, don´t be a brat now”, jimin scolds with a smile and retaliates with his own fingers at yoongis ass. Which does not have the same reaction, as yoongi is getting exactly what he wants with that and moans before trying to buck forward again.
He´s stopped once more by jimin, who now cups his ass cheeks gently. “hyung, I have to stop you, you´re already getting so excited”, jimin starts. Yoongi nods, but he can already guess what will follow. “but I´m seriously beat after that concert, I don´t have energy to fuck you now. Although I´d love to ruin you in that outfit.”
The last part is whispered huskily, and yoongi has to forgive him immediately. He leans in to peck jimins forehead, then rises up so he´s kneeling over jimin. For once taller. “ah, I suspected that. don´t worry, I´ll keep it in the closet for a later date.”
Jimin smiles happily and kisses yoongi again. he has to surge up more now, and few seconds later yoongi chuckles into the kiss. even with jimins hands dangerously skidding over his thighs, feeling the warm palms too close to his crotch. His boyfriend is a horrible tease.
“you´re making me the luckiest man of the world, jagiya”, jimin murmurs, corniness overload. Yoongi clicks his tongue in annoyance but can´t help a blush and shy giggle erupting. He knows it´s only a flirty remark, but somehow it´s also the truth, no matter how corny it sounds.
“don´t behave like you´re trying to get into my pants after you just refused. Getting old is an ordeal, huh?” jimin slaps his ass lightly for the teasing. “and by the way, you´re cute when you´re looking up to me.”
He leaves a short kiss on jimins nose, then stands up from the bed. his boyfriend gasps offended. “I just wanted to offer that you can cockwarm me, but I don´t think you really want to.”
“no!”, yoongi backpaddles right away. He leaps back to the bed, clasping jimins hands in his and crowding into his space. There´s a barely suppressed smile on jimins face, but he´s trying to maintain a snobby face. yoongi knows the offer is standing no matter what, but he plays it up too. He´s happy about it, loving cockwarming almost as much as regular fucking, especially jimin. and it would surely sweeten up his morning too. Jimins hands disappear cutely beneath his own, but he only looks at it fleetingly. “I didn´t mean that, I wanna cockwarm, please!”
“then undress quickly baby, I wanna sleep”, jimin gives in right away with a laugh. Yoongi presses another kiss to his lips and strips quickly. He puts the skirt aside neatly though, doesn´t want it to look wrinkly when he´ll wear it for jimin again. seconds later, now naked, yoongi crawls back onto their bed. jimin lets him under the warm blanket.
“can you give me the lube?”, yoongi mumbles. He´s feeling jimins bare legs against his own, his dick rubs against jimins boxers. Sitting up, the blanket exposes their chests, pooling being yoongis ass. Jimin opens the drawer, yoongi is impatient and already teases a finger around his own rim. He´s totally relaxed, and after jimin puts lube onto his fingers he slides two in smoothly.
Jimin steadies his hips, tender hands on yoongis skin with his thumbs softly rubbing circles. His eyes are hooded, showing his exhaustion clearly. Yoongi doesn´t play around or teases himself therefore, only efficiently stretches his hole. Only a few moans and whimpers leave his lips, he gasps when he presses a fourth finger inside. Jimin smiles lazily, probably knowing only from how yoongi is reacting what he´s doing.
He twists them inside, brushing over his prostate. His wrist feels uncomfortable right away, he prefers jimin stretching him by a lot. and he needs four fingers, if he´s cockwarming jimin all night he has to be prepared thoroughly or it will hurt tomorrow. Because frankly, jimins dick is huge. A shower and grower, he joked once after too much soju. Unfortunately for yoongis ass he´s totally right with that.
But yoongi wouldn´t ever really complain, after all he´s a total size queen. His own dick isn´t even average, but he doesn´t care about it. and jimin finds it cute, so win-win for all of them. at the beginning of their relationship the others even joked around it was yoongis main reason for dating jimin, just to tease them. after all, taehyung and namjoon were equally hung, so it didn´t make much sense.
Oh, taehyung. “you think taehyungie is okay?”, yoongi pants out. The lube squelches, yoongi pulls his fingers out slowly. He sees jimin pouting right then and can already guess the rest of this conversation.
“he´s alright, jungkook stayed with him”, jimin says first. They all worried about the younger. Not that the actual injury was really bad, but the psychological part, thinking he disappointed army somehow was a strain. Jimin knew it from tour, yoongi when he had his operation and missed more than just one performance. God, that had been a weird time, their first separation for that long since they got together. They had missed each other horribly.
“that´s good. I think I´ll talk with him tomorrow a little, see how he´s doing.”
Yoongi feels jimins grip on him tighten. He grins and rises a little, shuffling forward on his knees until he´s perfectly above jimins dick. He´s not too hard, in yoongis opinion ideal for longer cockwarming. With his soiled hand he lubes him up shallowly, feeling anticipation. That first push inside is always exhilarating, the feeling of being stretched just a little too much.
Jimin hums at the touch, is used to this happening. Neither of them are horny teenagers anymore. when yoongi holds his tip to his rim, he says what yoongi was already waiting for. “and stop talking about other man while you´re in bed with me!”
Yoongi chuckles. He knows jimin isn´t really jealous of taehyung, after all the two are even closer than yoongi is with him. he´s just very much possessive and lets it hang out all the time. yoongi huffs anyway, before he slowly pops the tip inside. He sinks down, forgets to breathe and think, only jimin so deliciously stretching him prominent. Once he´s fully seated, he tries to concentrate on his words, although they come out a little slurred.
“should have told you off about the jealously thing after the first date”, he presses out. Wiggles a little around until jimin is comfortably inside him. only then he lies down, limbs clinging to jimins warmth underneath him.
“it wasn´t that bad”, jimin claims and hugs yoongi after pulling the blanket back up. yoongi sighs into his neck. it was totally that bad. They went out early on without long months of pining, because in a sudden burst of confidence yoongi had asked jimin out soon after their debut. Coming home, they had found taehyung still awake. And they hadn´t told the others about their potential relationship yet to not make anything awkward, with sharing the room and everything.
“you didn´t talk to him for a week”, yoongi corrects him. they had this exact conversation already hundred times. Next, jimin is gonna say something about yoongi having an addled memory and being dramatic. Which he isn´t. taehyung had only hugged yoongi and pulled him onto the couch, which led to the three of them watching anime together. While taehyung cuddled with yoongi almost. Jimin had not been amused at all. and yoongi had been flustered and liked the obviousness of jimins feelings about him, thought it was cute even.
“you´re old, you don´t remember it right anymore”, jimin predictably protests. Yoongis turn.
“the poor boy didn´t know what was happening!”
Jimin opens his mouth, but yoongi bites into his neck to stop him. “you just said you don´t have energy to fuck me, but bickering is okay?”
Jimin giggles and suddenly shifts his hips just so much he teases yoongis prostate. Petty revenge. Yoongi whines.
“okay, we´ll sleep now baby”, jimin ends the conversation too. Yoongi preens. He loves pet names. It´s almost embarrassing how much. Jimin mostly calls him hyung because of the cameras, but alone or with the members it´s a wild array from jagiya to baby to darling to every other pet name he deems fit. Yoongi adores it, hearing the obvious fondness shining through.
“night handsome.”
- ♡ -
Jimin wakes up and feels horny. Which is honestly no surprise, as he also realizes yoongi is still nicely warming his cock. They are snuggled together, rolled over while sleeping. Jimin is practically squishing yoongi into the mattress, feels his hipbones poke out but it mostly cushioned on his soft chest. yoongi is snoring lightly, only his fingers lying next to him twitch every so often. Jimin lifts up his body until he´s kneeling between yoongis spread legs properly.
And begins to fuck him. gentle and slow drags of his cock, as deep as he can press himself inside. he tries to be quiet while moaning so yoongi can continue sleeping. They talked about this before, did it before. something about yoongi so defenseless and docile, trusting jimin absolutely to let him use his body even while sleeping is incredibly arousing to jimin. As always, soon yoongis dreaming shifts and he scrunches up his nose adorably while whimpering. Jimin kisses his face, his neck and chest, careful to only leave marks that can be hidden under clothing.
Being stimulated the whole night always makes jimin easy to tip over, already thoroughly riled up. soon he´s on edge, his thrusts getting uncoordinated, a little harder. Yoongi groans lightly but keeps lying still on his back, hand next to his head with his open palms fiddling for nothing. jimin cups his face, licks over his petal lips, and comes.
Right then yoongi wakes up, a startled sound leaving him that´s somewhere between a gasp and a moan. Jimin has to ignore it for now, hiding his face in the crook of yoongis neck where it´s warm and smells like home. he empties inside yoongi, stuttering hips and clenching toes, and then he slumps onto his boyfriend fully.
Moments later yoongis hand settles in his hair, stroking it behind his ear. Jimin almost purrs, getting caressed right after orgasming should be sacred. But apparently yoongi has other plans actually. “jiminie, we can cuddle all you want but can you please get me off first? You´re lying on my fucking dick, and I´ve been horny since you decided to do Fake Love shirtless.”
“it wasn´t really shirtless, I was wearing something”, jimin protests. But he also slowly sits back up while grimacing at the stimulation at his own cock, of course his boyfriend deserves an orgasm now too. Yoongi whimpers, and jimin discovers his hard and pink flushed dick between them, almost dark red at the tip. Poor baby.
“not enough, and your smug grin tells me you know exactly what I mean”, yoongi whispers back. he´s pliant while jimin pulls out, although he grimaces when a little of jimins cum dripples out of him. it´s probably the emptiness, yoongi complained about that after cock warming again and again. jimin shrugs the blanket off and shuffles down between his legs.
“but you liked it, didn´t you?” yoongi clicks his tongue, which means essentially that he did. Giggling, jimin leans down until he can ghost his lips over yoongis leaking cock. “how about a deal? I´ll wear the blazer and chain for you again and you wear the skirt?”
“deal~” yoongis answer slips into a guttural moan as jimin sinks down over his cock. It´s easy for jimin to take it in whole, and he loves it. before yoongi he didn´t know about his own preference in that department, but the rather dainty cock is a constant temptation for him to play with. He swallows around him and feels his way to yoongis asshole with a hand.
His fingers meet the slick rim, lose from the night. He pushes three fingers in easily, swirls his tongue around yoongi. and the older arches his back, moans loudly, finally stops complaining. Jimin continues his work, but not for long. Soon yoongi is done for and he comes into jimins mouth.
Jimin massages his fingers insistently into yoongis prostate until there´s not a single drop left in yoongi and he can only whimper above him. then jimin slides back over him, waiting until yoongi opens his mouth for him. with a messy kiss, he feeds the cum back to yoongi who swallows everything he can get and obediently tries to lick jimins mouth clean. It´s a thing they do often, makes jimins dick twitch achingly.
But it´s enough sexy times for now. Jimin pulls his fingers out and rolls over until he´s at yoongis side, lies his head on yoongis chest and slings an arm and leg over him. yoongis breath calms down slowly with his heartbeat, jimin pressing a few kisses to the bit of chest he can comfortably reach.
And so they just chill a while, not talking or moving much, enjoying the others closeness. Jimin thinks yoongi even falls asleep again. it´s warm and cozy, snuggled together is probably jimins favorite when it comes to yoongi. they´ve both been working out for a while now, and jimin knows yoongi likes his arms caging him in, while he likes yoongis holding onto his waist too. It always feels like yoongi is trying to pull jimins body under his skin, that no closeness is enough when it comes to him. a truly lovely feeling.
- ♡ -
But half an hour later their quiet rest is over, as the door gets thrown open.
“morning!”, hoseok screeches far too loud while walking in. as Jimins ex roommate from before he moved into yoongis room he knows far too much, has seen far too much and is therefore far too comfortable with them. which means he just ignores them obviously cuddling post-sex and skips over to the bed. he throws himself over their blanket covered legs, making both groan loudly.
“wha, it smells like sex in here”, hoseok opens with. yoongi just wants to tell him to leave when he continues. “had a nice morning, huh? And it´s about to get nicer, jungkook is making pancakes with jin-hyung, if you get up now you´ll also snatch some.”
Jimin forgives him right away, yoongi knows that face. it´s the same when he teased the other too much and acts cute right after. What can he say, he knows what his boyfriend likes. Jimins nods and answers hoseok, “okay, but stall time for some minutes, we gotta clean up first.”
Yoongi only grumbles a little. He doesn´t really wanna get up. But hoseok is his best friend, and he´s by now used to this. Sadly. Although he certainly does not appreciate hoseoks next comment. “Did you come inside him again? just plug him up and come eat!”
He stands up and bounds out of the room just when yoongi sits up and calls out. “seok!” the too fast movement only lets more cum drip out though, and he whines again. jimin makes a face and turns away from him to stand up.
“jimin, don´t fucking laugh now”, yoongi hisses. But his boyfriend giggles anyway, reaching a drawer. Gets something out and turns back to yoongi, waving it around and raising an eyebrow. Yoongi frowns for a moment. Not that he doesn´t love butt plugs, most of their collection was bought by him alone or on his request. But only so jimin can eat his pancakes faster?
Jimin pouts. “come on, for me?” yoongi smacks his lips. “for a rim job?”
When they arrive at the kitchen table two minutes later hoseok is smirking horribly. Jimin only watches as hoseok bumps into yoongi from behind, totally on purpose and yoongi grunts before looking very offended at hoseok. Jimin giggles again while stuffing his mouth full of fluffy baked dough. Which is just slander. But yoongi is whipped, and jimin will make it up to him later. He plants himself next to his boyfriend carefully to not jostle the plug more and opens his mouth so jimin can feed him a bite. He gets a kiss first, which is honestly even better.