#jimsu

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Standing in front of the entrance to the cave was petrifying, he wasnt going to lie. He's travelled so long and went through so many hardships to get here.

He didnt want to change his mind when he was on the finish line. Feeling the breath of humid air washing over his face, he took a step inside.

Ever since he was little he dreamt of other lands. Far away from the stuffy walls of his room, that seemed so small despite being so spacious.

Every person in the palace doted on prince Jimin, making sure he won't go outside without supervision and even in the presence of the guards he wasnt allowed to go too far. And while younger Jimin could be pacified with some other entertainment, teenage Jimin protested passionately.

He joined the training for warriors they had within palace grounds because he's always been told how dangerous the outside world is. And soon as he decided he was going to travel it despite his family's protests, he nedded to be able to protect himself.

Several years later he left the palace with a scandal, uncaring that he went against their will. He was the third son, destined to be married off to an alias royal family and everything in his heart despised it.

Something out there, far away, was calling out to him, growing stronger with every year. He wished to find out what it was.

The only thing that was fascinating inside the palace was the fact of their weird obsession with dragons. His ancestors believed they were coming from one of them but as far as he knew, many generations of his dynasty were just humans.

Nevertheless he remembered that fact when he abandoned the royal life, instead preferring the life of a treasure hunter. He sensed gold, gems, ancient artifacts. He could predict if the next hunch or a legend was true or just a bedtime story.

That's how Jimin learnt about a dragon. What he heard was no more than a city legend to others and something inside him was whispering it was the right path to take.

This is how he ended up in a rocky cave, moving forward in quiet steps, already sensing a presence at the end of the tunnel. There was a light in front of him, in the distance. And it was glowing brighter the more steps he took towards it.

He ended up in a stone chamber. It was huge, looking like the size of the biggest ballroom in the palace he grew up in. And everywhere he looked he saw treasures. Gold, chests with coins, furniture decorated with gems. His eyes lit up, wanting to take them all.

He heard shuffling somewhere in the corner. It echoed through the high walls and hissed through the air. He almost forgot. To be able to take the values he had to defeat the dragon that lived here. A huge ancient creature, unforgiving towards other treasure hunters like him.

He clutched his sword tight in his hand. He is going to kill that monster and take everything he owned. The amount of gold he saw clouded his mind, making him greedy, making him want to hoard those gems himself.

- Another dead man walking, - he heard a deep voice from the side and almost jumped in surprise.

Jimin knew he wasn't alone here. He just wasn't prepared for the sight that appeared in front of his eyes.

There, on a stone floor, covered in pearls and gems stood a person. Dressed only in a thin layer of silk, they stood with their shoulders straight and eyes set on him. Yellow menacing eyes with vertical pupils were glinting on the soft featured face, framed with long waterfall of blond hair that cascaded down to their waist.

- To what do I owe this pleasure, yet another worm that slithered in my humble abode? - the person asked in a tone that clearly showed disgust.

- I'm here for the treasure, - Jimin replied firmly, clutching his sword.

But looking at the pale body frame of the dragon, who appeared so human, he hesitated. His eyes traveled their slender ankles and full thighs, up to the curve of their waist and the swell of their breasts, barely covered with intricate construction of gems.

- Mhm, - they said, approaching the warrior without an ounce of fear. - How curious.

They stepped closer and then suddenly stopped. Their nostrils flared and they moved their head as if sniffing something in the air.

- How curious, the fate brought here a little dragon, huh? - they rubbed their chin in thought.

- What? - Jimin was dumbfounded, - I'm a human. Have your eyes deceived you?

The person chuckled and started walking around the man. Like a predator around his prey.

- I don't need to see for me to know who you are. I can smell it on you. You are of dragon blood. Not as strong as mine and still, it is what it is.

Jimin let go of the sword. The words he heard only increased the burning sensation in his chest he's been feeling for a while, ever since he started approaching this island where the mountain with the dragon cave was.

His heart was beating like crazy and the blood was rushing in his ears. He wasn't sure what is that he wanted anymore.

- Calm down, little dragon. Or you're going to make yourself sick, - the voice didn't sound so mad anymore, concerned even.

- What's happening to me? - he whispered, clutching at the tunic he had on somewhere near his solar plexux.

- You found what you've been looking for, - they announced and finally walked up even closer, with that easing the burn inside. - What is your name, handsome?

- I'm Jimin. Prince Jimin from the Southern Kingdom. But I left it...

- To rob other dragons? That's despicable, just so you know. I won't have a thief for a mate, so your treasure hunting career is over!

- M-mate? - he was so stunned he didn't react when the dragon clutched his hand and started dragging him into the direction of one of the corners of the room.

- Can't you feel it? The pull? It almost knocked me out about an hour ago. I knew you were coming. - they pushed Jimin and he flopped on something soft, probably the dragon's nest. - I'm Yoongi. And I've been waiting for you far too long for you to escape under some silly excuse.

- I've heard of mates. I just think there might have been some mistake... - he said while not being so sure the dragon was wrong.

Yoongi leaned in close to his neck and snapped their teeth with a loud growl. The next moment something shifted and Jimin hissed in such timbre he didn't know he was able to produce. He pushed the dragon onto the furs and nipped at their shoulder lightly.

- See? You're just as human as I am. - Yoongi had a pleased smirk on their face. And then they added in a softer tone, - Stop fighting it. It's hurting me too, you know.

Tears welled up in the prince's eyes. His posture slumped against the soft body under him and he got his face into Yoongi's neck. It smelt like smoke and something sweet, something delicious.

- You can scent me, little dragon, - Yoongi chuckled and while Jimin had no idea what to do, his instincts did everything for him.

He relished in the mouthwatering scent and licked at the soft delicate skin. The dragon used their strength and turned them over, paying the same attention to the other's neck in return.

- Now we smell like each other. It will stay like that after we mate. But for now, I just need to be impregnated.

- Do we need to do it now? I've no idea who you even are. - Jimin was baffled though he understood that dragons thought differently to humans.

- I'm afraid none of us has too much time to make a more informed choice, - Yoongi sassed, - You made an amateur mistake and went to the dragon's lair in the middle of the breeding season. And while I could cope when you were away, I won't hold back now. I need to be bred soon or you can fuck off.

- Sh-h, - Jimin soothed the seething dragon, trying to ignore how white smoke started coming out of their nostrils. - I'm not saying no. I just need some guidance. I was human ten minutes ago!

- You were a dragon since you were born, - Yoongi sighed, exasperated, - I'm starting to pray our young to have my brain, not yours.

Jimin smiled. This sassy dragon mama was something else. So confident, fearless. And they knew exactly what they wanted. That was very attractive.

The burning in his chest intensified. His body moved forward, closer to the beauty that was the dragon. He had fire in his lower belly, spreading towards his limbs. He wanted to kiss this stunning mama breathless, lay with them.

He was their mate. That's all there was to it. To creatures there was no other reason, no pretence needed.

- You want me to breed you, mama?

Yoongi grinned at the endearment. He knew it meant to highlight his bearing status. He decided he kind of liked that human thing. He slid his hand along one of his curled horns and he looked at the prince from under his lashes.

- Yes. So stop wasting our time and kiss me.

Jimin moved forward and connected their lips. They were as sweet as nectar, soft as flower petals. Yoongi pawed at his tunic and he hestlitantly took it off along with his pants and undergarments.

- Come here, - he called for him softly, laying on the soft furs.

Jimin covered the warm body with his, getting the silks aside and revealing the other's leaking cock and soft full thighs. Yoongi parted them, taking his shaft in his hand and giving it a couple of strokes. He lifted his heavy balls and Jimin saw how wet he was all around his pink entrance.

- I've been ready for you for ages, my prince. Breed me full of eggs. Give me our young.

With the burning inside his chest reaching unbearable levels he lost all his previous hesitation. There was nothing that would feel more right than what was happening now.

He put his elbows on both sides of the dragon's face, mindful of their long hair that fanned all over the the covers. He guided himself inside, feeling how slippery wet it was, breaching the tight ring of muscles with ease.

The dragon sighed in content throwing their head back and growling animalistic. They hugged his thick cock with their smooth walls and crossed their elegant ankles on Jimin's lower back.

- Please move, - they demanded, - Show me you're good to be my mate.

Something in Jimin stirred. He had an overwhelming desire to prove himself washing over him. He thrusted inside with much force, jolting the heated body under him. He caught himself thinking of the possibility of those eggs growing inside and licked at Yoongi's neck while moving his hips fast and rapid.

Yoongi squeezed his shaft inside again and he felt wetness on his abdomen. He looked down and saw the dragon playing with their own come, keeping their legs spread wide apart. Now it was his turn.

He fucked into them with all his might, thoughts clouded only with the thought of giving and giving to his mate until they would be satisfied. And soon Yoongi almost roared as hot seed spilled inside him. He pushed at Jimin's lower back, pressing their sweaty bodies together and kept them connected just like that.

- Lay still. - they huffed, clouding Jimin's face with milky smoke. - Now we wait til it catches on.

Jimin, awed and a little scared, looked over the dragon's body. He cupped one of their breasts, flicking the rosy nipple.

- Say mama, we need to make sure you will be bred right?

- Pff, yes, - they replied.

- We need to highten our chances, - he leaned in and landed open mouthed kisses on their jaw and lips, - And thoroughly try again.

A 15 year old Yoongi is losing his mind. Jimin got into a fight again.

- Tell me one, one good reason why you risked being suspended while the headmaster is already on your tail? The younger boy was sitting beside him on a bench, sniffing and pressing a pack of frozen mushrooms to his cheek.

He was pouting, shoulders raised in defense. It was getting warmer and warmer with each day and sitting outside the convenience store brought a lot of memories from when they were younger.

They'd sneak inside during their school lunch break and buy sweets with some change, whoever had some on him. Now he was buying frozen food to reduce the swelling on his friend's face.

- But hyung, - the younger whined, - I couldn't just stand aside and let them push you around like a ragdoll! - Don't word it like that! That sounds pitiful, - Yoongi groaned, - They wouldn't seriously hurt me. I was fine. You, on the other hand, can't afford to get in trouble with the administration. - He crouched in front of his friend and looked at his defiant face, +

- You need to graduate successfully so you can join me, remember?

Jimin's expression softened then instantly.

- I'm sorry, Yoongi-hyung. I'll try, okay?

The elder appreciated that the other at least was putting his effort in.

An 18 year old Yoongi was devastated.

He didn't gain enough points to get in. He was crushed.

Jimin was sitting next to the bed the older was lying on, head buried in the pillows. - Hyung, please, at least drink some water. - the younger boy pleaded, - You are going to get yourself sick like this.

The sobs gradually stopped, there was nothing but heavy silence and occasional sniffles in the room. - I did everything I could, everything! And it still it wasn't enough, Minnie. Everything I did was for that one goal I set. Now what do I do?

Jimin hugged his friend's shoulders tightly and tried to sound reassuring:

- We will figure this out, hyung. Like we always do. - His voice was soft, soothing, - It seems like the end of the world right now but it isn't.

And a week later the boy heard the news that the elder decided to enlist. A 16 year old Jimin was crushed.

But he was sure he could figure things out too. After all, he knew exactly what he wanted.

A 25 year old Yoongi was furious.

He was running late because of the freaking bus that broke down and he had to run for the last part of the way.

When he was passing the entrance doors he bumped into the members of their athletics team. Ugh, way to start a day.

They were always the trouble, skipping classes and thriving off their sport scholarship, always mocking people they pick randomly.

Yoongi was one of them. - Hey, that's our boy! - one of them shouted in a disgusting voice.

- Step aside now, I need to go, - Yoongi said firmly. - And I'm not your boy, shut your mouth. Before they could retort, he pushed through and ran up the stairs to the hallway connecting two university buildings, still hearing their snide remarks and cackling.

When he was almost reaching the studios, he bumped shoulders with someone he didn't even want to think about now. Jimin definitely had a better reaction than him.

The impact would have the elder stumbling and taking a fall but before he could let out a single sound, his forearm was grabbed tightly. - Oh, hyung! - Jimin looked at him with a small smile on his lips, - hey, I wanted to talk to you about something.

- I'm busy, - was the immediate reply, - and don't call me that. Someone might hear. Yoongi set his arm free, straightened his glasses and bolted towards one of the studios, shutting the door behind him.

- Okay, Yoongi-ssi, - said Jimin quietly, standing in the empty hallway.

But Yoongi, of course, didn't hear it. He let out a heavy sigh.

He unlocked his phone and typed a curt message to the younger:

"Mine. Tonight".

He looked around. There was lots to do if he wanted to finish early today.

He was frustrated.

Today's slip made him anxious - if anyone would have been in that hallway they would have heard Jimin addressing him so casually. He didn't want to be associated with someone like athletics team captain, notorious for getting in trouble with his delinquent teammates.

They could be university's pride all they wanted, he wasn't phased with that, thank you very much. His thesis was almost done, even before he was originally planning.

All he wanted to do is to be out of these walls as soon as possible.

Later he was sitting on his unmade bed, staring into nothing when he heard a quiet knocking on the door.

- Come in, - he says loudly.

The door to his room opens, revealing a dressed up Jimin, shuffling on his feet. He looks nervous, but both of them in a privacy of his room? It's nothing unusual as of lately.

A familiar territory now, so Yoongi significantly calms down. Yoongi didn't regret giving the younger his passcode. Tonight he couldn't be bothered to move more than strictly necessary.

- Yoongi-ssi? Hello, I brought this? - there was a tall to go cup with iced americano written on the side in ink. The younger sounded unsure, almost timid but the elder kept his composure.

- Thank you, Jimin-ssi, - he took the cup and batted his eyes at the captain.

He looked a little too pleased for his liking. Every time before they start getting into things they sometimes do, Yoongi wonders. How did they end up here?

Was it the time the younger threw his many opportunities away, enlisting right after school, just before Yoongi came back? Was it that time he got bullied here by thise dumb athletes and Jimin did nothing?

Or was it because, truly, essentially, any two people will forever be strangers to each other in the end? He didn't know the answer tonight.

He only knew what they both wanted, once again confirmed when Jimin firmly replied "Green" to his question. It was easy, casual.

All he needed to do is to keep his former friend at arm's length and take whatever he needed himself out of this arrangement. He was slowly sipping on his coffee while Jimin waited patiently.

Finally Yoongi took pity on him and gestured on a fluffy rug right before his feet.

(Comfort, safety, no bodily harm, especially for knees of a sportsman, Yoongi wasn't an asshole, thank you). The younger took the invitation and carefully settled on his knees before his gorgeous hyung.

Admittedly, cold hearted hyung, but they say water shapes stones eventually). Now, the elder could hold grudges all he wanted but he was good at what he did.

- Anything interesting happened today, Jimin-ssi?

The other's eyes brightened.

He placed his palms on his knees (good boy) and started telling the elder about miscellaneous things. Yoongi only listened to him half-heartedly, as usual, focusing on staying calm.

When his coffee was finished he lifted Jimin's chin with his fingers.

- I've been stressed lately, - he caressed the jawline that was sharp enough to cut stone, - Mind helping me, Jimin-ssi? - Yes, sir, - the younger replied instantly, patiently waiting for further instructions.

When Yoongi parted his legs, the younger got to work. He shuffled closer, glided his hands all over Yoongi's thighs and slowly unbuttoned and lowered his jeans. "He's dressed up so smartly tonight", - the elder thought.

And surely, Jimin was dressed in black slacks and white button up shirt that fitted him nicely. There were much fitter sportsmen on that team of his, but the younger looked harmonious with his lean build and defined muscles. His blond hair was parted stylishly and it looked like he applied some products in it, mainly because it didn't look like the usual lion's mane he sported on a daily basis.

Smart outfit and Jimin, well, that was new. He wanted to ask him about it but realized he's probably already told Yoongi about it, he just didn't listen.

The moment calloused hands touched his unclothed cock all other thoughts evaporated from Yoongi's mind. Jimin worked diligently, his hands moving swiftly, carefully. It didn't take long to get it to full hardness.

Yoongi looked down on his lover.

He wanted to ruin his perfect look, so it matched the inside.

Or what he thought was the inside. No, no time to mull over this now.

He grabbed a fistful of blond locks and started guiding him to take deeper, staying buried in the younger’s throat for longer and longer.

He took it all. He moved his hips and pushed his hard cock down Jimin's throat, feeling it constricting and swallowing around the head.

He pushed more and kept his head close to his pelvis, staying tightly nested inside until he felt a slap on his ankle, indicating Jimin needed a breather. Then he started thrusting into his lover's mouth with fervor, grunting and pulling Jimin's blond hair.

It was messy, a mix of lewd noises and dripping spit, running down Yoongi's balls.

He pulled the younger off his dick and pushed his face into them. - Clean up your mess.

Jimin obediently lapped at the wetness gathering it in his mouth, going back to being pushed on a veiny girth with his wet mouth and throat. When Yoongi felt himself getting embarrassingly close to coming, he yanked Jimin's mouth off his cock and relished in the view of his red spit-slicked lips and chin.

- Enjoying yourself, Jimin-ssi? - Y-yes, sir, - his voice was strained and his breath uneven, a string of saliva running from the corner of his lips down his chin.

- Take your clothes off and get on the bed, - Yoongi said firmly and got up himself. He took his jeans off but left his oversized sweatshirt on. He preferred to be covered up.

When he turned around he saw Jimin sitting on his bed, leaning on the headboard.

His hands were clutching the sheets, his abs defined, tense. His cock was standing proudly, curving slightly in the side, a hint of precome glistening on the pinkened head.

Yoongi slowly got in the bed and crawled towards the younger. He picked a cock ring off his bedside cabinet and, having thoroughly and obnoxiously licked it, spreading dripping saliva, put it on younger’s curved length.

Sliding his palms over Jimin's thick legs, he raised his hand and landed a loud slap on his thigh. - Ah! - the younger moaned, trying his best not to instinctively curl on himself.

He threw his head back and held onto the bunched up sheets tighter. Yoongi mercilessly - but at controlled pace - swatted the reddened skin, leaving handprints all over Jimin's thighs.

Even though it's something they both enjoyed he still watched his expression attentively. The elder nudged the weeping cock and the younger nodded, whispering a confident "Green".

Then Yoongi grazed the shaft with blunt nails and swiftly landed a series of quick slaps with his hand relaxed. Still, it was enough for Jimin to cry out and moan in pleasure, precome trickling down to his balls.

Yoongi toyed with his length and balls, giving them light spanks continuously. He then slapped his thighs hard several more times emitting soft groans from the young man before settling on his lap.

- Keep your hands down, - he grabbed his chin again, - you understand?

- Yes, sir. - Jimin's voice was strained and face contorted in delight. - Good boy, - he drawled and heard Jimin's breath hitch.

Yoongi looked at him. The way his lover’s eyes travelled his body, shy, starry, clouded with bliss, made him feel on top of the world.

He decided he felt generous tonight. He settled over the younger’s hard cock and grinded down intensely.

When Jimin abandoned the sheets and lifted his hand, he landed a slap on his pec.

- Ah, - he heard a sweet moan and hummed appreciatively. He kept grinding and slapping his chest, admiring the red fingerprints that got more and more visible as minutes went by.

He grazed his nipples with his nails, flicking them unexpectedly, enjoying the view of the younger squirming, laid down and completely at his mercy. He leaned close to Jimin, hovering above him.

The other looked up and saw mischief behind usually cold expression.

Oh fuck, he managed to think. Yoongi circled one arm around his neck and when the athlete thought he was going for a hug he went further, only to retract something from underneath the blankets.

A short tailed flogger.

Jimin sighed. - Are you alright with this? - a deep raspy voice sounded, - We can stop anytime.

Jimin contemplated but not for too long. It was a light one, his and Yoongi's favourite.

He loved it maybe a little to much. So he eagerly nodded.

And felt a slight burn on his chest where Yoongi flicked him with a flogger just a second ago.

- Use your words, pup, - he said sternly.

- Yes, Sir, I want it, - before adding softly, - please. Yoongi smirked and continued grinding on the younger’s erection, this time landing swats on his chest with no particular rhythm.

Jimin knew he wouldn't last long.

- Ah, ah, Yoongi-ssi, - Jimin tried talking without stuttering, - I'm getting close. Yoongi stopped and looked at his pleading face.

There was a small pout on his lips, his eyes were half-closed in pleasure.

A pretty red blush spread from his cheeks to his neck and collarbones, making him look even more desired. Yoongi took pity on him, mostly because he was too getting really close himself.

He reached the bedside table and grabbed a bottle of lube.

He dropped in next to Jimin's hand and propped himself on his knees, leaning on the headboard. - Prep me, - he huffed out and lightly wiggled his butt. He was getting impatient.

Having been given the green light Jimin didn't hold back. He nosed at Yoongi's collarbones, nipping at the soft pinkish skin.

He loved the taste, the softness, how easily it is to mark it.

Loved the quiet mewling sounds his hying would make. But he'd keep it a secret. For now.

Letting Yoongi take the upper hand he felt cared for, looked after.

Which was honestly borderline delusional but Jimin was a kind of person that took whatever life has given to him. No complaints. He licked all the way to the buff chest and pert nipples, sucking and biting on them lightly, simultaneously opening the bottle and spreading the cool gel between all his fingers. He knew Yoongi loved his chest played with so he used one hand to grab his pecs one after another, paying even attention to each, thoroughly licking and sucking the pink nubs inside his wide open mouth, working on them with tensed tongue. He'd graze them with his teeth, holding them between his lips and pulling on them.

He used the warmed up lube to twist the pebbled buds and knead them with his fingers to his hearts content. When they were thoroughly devoured and deliciously red and swollen he squeezed out more lube on his fingers.

He anticipated this all day. He gently spread the soft globes and rubbed at the entrance with slicked fingers.

Moving slowly, he started inserting them one by one, moving thoroughly and determingly. He didn't want to hurt him in any way so he was taking his sweet time.

Moments like these were his favourite.

When sometimes his hyung’s tough demeanor would slip and let him have a glance of a blissed out face with eyebrows furrowed and lips bitten. - E-enough, - Yoongi deemed and batted Jimin's hands away. - Hold on to the headboard.

Jimin complied wordlessly and held onto the wood like it was a lifeline. Yoongi slowly slipped the cockring off, grabbed the hardened girth and guided it inside himself.

The stretch felt amazing, a little burning but not painful.

He felt so full he got a little dizzy. It took a while but soon he was fully seated with Jimin's cock nested inside him, tight and deliciously snug. Taking his time to adjust, he looked over the man underneath him.

Jimin was biting his lips, brows scrunched and jaw tense, breathing deeply. He was holding the headboard so tight, his knuckles were white. When Yoongi started moving the younger let out a choked moan and whined.

- That's right, - Yoongi said, - whining like a little puppy under me, huh?

Jimin only moaned in response.

The verbal jabs sounded more playful than demeaning. Yoongi moved his hips in tiny circles, moving exactly how was most pleasurable for him.

He moved for a while and then stopped completely, when he felt the marked thighs tensing under him.

Then he'd start moving again only to stop a while later. Jimin's face and chest were sweaty with the tension from the edging.

Yoongi used the young athlete like a toy, not sparing him a single look.

Jimin found it really hot. Yoongi writhing on top of him, getting all the pleasure he wanted, taking what's his.

He looked ethereal, with beads of sweat rolling off his temples, droplets falling off the ends of his long curled hair, glasses still on. The big beige sweatshirt he was wearing and holding next to his neck to reveal his soft pretty nipples now fell down and off his shoulder.

Jimin carefully tugged on it several times and finally Yoongi noticed. - You've been quite good tonight, pup, - he said, still bouncing on his cock, his own one slapping his tummy and making wet lewd sounds. - Here's your reward. And in a swift motion he took the garment off, throwing it wherever, revealing his pale skin now reddened and shining with sweat.

Jimin choked on the moan again and mumbled something about getting close. Yoongi only fastened his pace, going up and down the younger’s shaft relentlessly, indulating his hips as he pleased.

- Give me your hand, - he almost moaned the words out. He wrapped Jimin's fingers around his own cock tightly and after a dozen of thrusts he felt the younger going taught as a bowstring under him.

He circled his hips forcefully, milking Jimin dry. He continued thrusting into the youngers fist until he was shooting cum all over his glistening abdomen.

He ran a hand through his wet locks and used the other one to spread his release all over the younger man's belly and chest. He was gathering the remnants of it with his fingers and putting them between his lover’s plush lips and in his own mouth too.

It took him a while to stand up but he did eventually, stumbling on the way to the bathroom and back. Jimin thought he blacked out for a moment before he felt soft wet material over his pecks and neck.

He opened his eyes and saw Yoongi wiping him with almost stoic expression on his face, except for ruddy cheeks and red bitten lips. - Okay? - he asked, not looking at his eyes.

- Yes, and you? - Jimin mumbled, wiping at the stray tears on his cheeks. He felt content.

- Yes.

He watched Jimin's face and seeing the small shy smile he felt relief. He trusted him to voice out loud if anything was wrong. After cleaning up nicely and drinking a mug of hot milky tea the elder pushed into his hands not looking him in the eyes Jimin realized his time here was up and got out of bed slowly, trying to put his clothes on as fast as he could. Before closing the door after himself he took the last look at the elder - he was tying up his home gown, gathering the soiled sheets off the bed.

- Goodnight, Yoongi-ssi, - he wished quietly.

- Goodnight, - he heard before finally closing the door.

Yoongi fell onto the clean sheets with a huff. He wasn't planning on any of this.

When he first saw Jimin here three years ago he felt elated.

Only to fall down hard from the mountain of past memories and illusions. It wasn't his sweet friend anymore.

They grew distant and lost contact.

He didn't know what happened in the other's life just like he never shared anything back.

They were two strangers that know just a little too much about each other. Jimin mingled with the crowd Yoongi personally despised.

Spoilt golden kids from rich and influential families, with only good skill (athletics) that think they're just better than anyone else.

That think they can do whatever they want, no consequences. Yoongi didn't like conflicts so he preferred to stay away.

He approached the younger first, telling him he had no desire to go back to what they were and he better act like they didn't know each other.

He didn't need to ruin his reputation by being associated with wrong people. He was here on scholarship after all.

And when he realized Jimin wasn't going to come to rescue when his so called friends started picking on him - that killed any remaining hope of restoring their former friendship. That was until this academic year started.

Yoongi was never really one to party but he made an exception.

And got disgustingly drunk. The track he's been working on for weeks wouldn't turn out how he wanted and he needed to get loose.

Jimin found him outside, sitting on the sidewalk, a bit dizzy and sad.

The younger silently took care of him, even though the drunk haze evaporated quickly. He took his larger hand with both ones, helping him stand on his feet.

His clothes was in disarray, hair mussed up and glasses crooked on his nose.

He was pouting, probably not even realizing it.

He looked attractive even right then. How long will it take for their orbits to align again?

Yoongi sobered up quickly.

Somehow he ended up at the table with the younger fussing over him, wiping his tears of frustration. Jimin tried talking to him but the elder just about had enough so he stupidly kissed him.

Kissed him.

Just to shut the other up.

Just to stop this awkwardness, stop the sudden avalanche of emotions.

Jimin reciprocated. It was Yoongi who proposed meeting casually, no strings attached.

After their last encounter they met by chance in a store just a street away from Yoongi's place.

He broke his own rule and asked something that has been on his mind since it started between them. And the response came as a shock.

- I'm mature enough to differentiate between the two, hyung. - Jimin said softly, running a hand through his fluffy hair, - That's why I keep agreeing to this. I know you won't overstep and won't break my boundaries. +

Your overall attitude towards me aside, I know I can always trust you in the scene.

Strike one.

Yoongi kept his disinterested face until the younger disappeared around the corner.

What was that? Suddenly brain matter growth catching up with the muscles?

But he could lie to himself no more.

Jimin wasn't this little boy that he let tag after himself in middle school.

He was bound to grow up one day.

One day he was walking his usual route from the bus stop to university gates.

The path happened to lie past the school, looking just like most of them in this country.

Like the school they used to go together. A wave of nostalgia hit him out of the blue.

He remembered Jimin's scraped knees and swollen knuckles.

Remembered hours waiting for his detentions to finish, sitting outside their school building, clutching a store-bought lunch in his hands. Remembered their walks they'd take on the way home, always choosing the longer route so they can spend more time together.

He sighed.

Those were the days. He almost walked past the school when he saw something on the outdoor stadium.

A group of younger boys stood gathered in half circle and before them stood..Jimin?

What was he doing with those kids? Taking their lunch money? He approached the gate that surrounded the stadium and heard that the younger was telling the kids off for bullying one of their classmates.

What? Jimin sounded really stern and authoritative.

The guilty kids hang their heads low, scraping their sport shoes on the gravel, looking the right amount ashamed. Now that wasn't what he expected this to be.

Jimin was choosing his words carefully, he was being stern but not unkind in any way. He sounded mature and grown up.

He bolted from there before he could be discovered. Turning round the corner, he felt breathless. He didn't know what to think.

Jimin was supposed to be this thick headed stereotypical guy, always looking for trouble and getting away just because he was representing such a prestigious institution. But the real life Jimin didn't match the Jimin Yoongi has painted inside his head over the last three years.

Second strike.

The third came unexpectedly.

It was a quiet time of the day in the neighbourhood. Yoongi loved strolling the small lanes between the houses, enjoying the view of green covered trees and prettily painted gates.

The ambience of the afternoon was broken with loud sounds of construction. He walked around the corner and saw a kindergarden with people gathered on the playground belonging to it.

And then he saw the familiar blond mop of hair, waving in the wind and the fluffy coat with the colourful geometrical pattern.

The hell was he doing here? After some time of watching the younger he realized he was helping the administration build a new playground.

He had a bright badge around his neck, which was telling - he was a volunteer. A totally unexpected turn of events - or is it really?

He's always been kind and giving.

Always understanding and accommodating Yoongi's needs.

He felt his eyes sting. At some point Jimin turned around, but it seemed like he has noticed him standing there like a fool before that.

- Enjoying the view, Yoongi-ssi?

The athlete was wearing a tight fit black shirt underneath, that was revealed when he took off his coat. His disheveled hair was damp with sweat, cheeks flushed.

An expression of glee turned into worry when he saw his hyung's face.

- Hyung? - his cheerful demeanor cracked really fast. He ran towards the elder with concern laced in his features, - What happened? Are you hurt? A gust of wind blew and Yoongi felt his cheeks were wet with tear tracks.

- 'M not hurt, - he sniffled, embarrassed at his reaction, - I'm okay. - Someone did something to you? - Jimin's hands were in the air before him, as if they wanted to touch, to make sure he was in one piece.

But wouldn't dare to do it. - I think... I did this to myself, Jimin-ah, - he admitted and all the shame he felt inside came crushing down on him.

But it was worth it because for the first time in years he saw Jimin smiling genuinely at him, sincerely, just like he used to when they were younger. His lost and found friend (or more than that?) opened his arms for him invitingly and Yoongi fell in the welcoming embrace.

It was like coming home. And getting back closer to the younger was as easy as breathing. They started walking home together, Jimin landing soft chaste pecks on his hyung’s blushing cheeks before parting ways at his front door. It was pretty platonic.

They both understood it was for the better because of all the healing they had to do to their relationship.

Until one day finally the young man agreed to come over to stay for the night.

They just cleared up the plates after home-cooked dinner the elder made with Jimin's help when he touched Jimin’s forearm tentatively.

- I have something for you, Jimin-ah.

The younger turned around with his eyebrows raised:

- A gift? - and then a soft "hyung" left his lips.

Yoongi's face was flushed and he shuffled his feet nervously.

- You don't have to accept it, we haven't discussed it, - "yet", he thought, - but I saw it online the other day and decided to give it a try. - Show me then! - Jimin clapped his hands in excitement.

They relocated to the bedroom and Yoongi retracted a black gift box from one of the drawers.

- Remember, you don't have to, - he reminded.

Jimin couldn't wait any longer so he carefully unwrapped it. His eyes went wide.

It was a finely made black leather collar, not the accessory type one, but sturdy, with a metal ring attached to the front, right underneath the silver buckle.

It looked gorgeous and classy. - Wow, hyung, - Jimin whispered, - I love it!

- Do you, pup? - Yoongi's lips curved upwards.

- I do, Sir. Can you put it on me? - the young man looked at him with dazed eyes and he couldn't refuse. Not even 5 minutes later they were sat on the bed, with Jimin's shirt and Yoongi's jeans discarded somewhere on the floor, kissing languidly.

It didn't feel as rushed as before but it wasn't less pleasurable. Yoongi was occasionally tugging at the ring in the collar which sent jolts of excitement in younger’s tummy.

- Good pup, - his hyung drawled into the kiss, - Looking so handsome today. Wanna help hyung? Jimin leaned into the hand that was ruffling his hair and preened at the praise.

- Yes, Sir, - was his eager reply.

- Surprise me, - Yoongi whispered right in his ear. All of a sudden Jimin stood up and scooped him in his arms, the elder didn't even have time to let out a single squeak.

He adjusted his hyungs fit frame in his arms and walked up to the wall. Plump wet lips travelled along the veins of the pale neck, caressing and nuzzling it lovingly, tender.

Yoongi threw his head back, almost hitting the wall he was tightly pressed to. Strong hands went to caress full milky things only to discover he had nothing underneath the almost unbuttoned dress shirt he was wearing.

- You're a menace, hyung, - the younger groaned, slipping out a bit. - That I am, - Yoongi chuckled and teased, - That all you got, pup?

Jimin adjusted himself and started slowly grinding on his hyung’s throbbing length while planting nips and kisses to the collarbones and chest. It was getting messier as their cocks started oozing precome and they were getting sweaty, sucking on each other's tongues, saliva dripping everywhere.

Jimin didn't feel tired but he noticed Yoongi's breath getting uneven, belly tensing. It wasn't long before he asked:

- Dont wanna come like this. Take me to bed, Jimin-ah?

That he did.

They fell into the blankets, a mess of limbs, hands grabbing onto each other, Yoongi still holding onto the collar and Jimin's hand buried in dark wet locks. At some point he turned around and kneeled on the bed with Jimin right behind him.

- Watch me, pup, - he smirked, uncapping a bottle of lube, - hands behind your back. Jimin was left to watch his hyung prepping himself excruciatingly slowly but he knew it will be worth it in the end.

When he was done he turned around to hook two of his long fingers through the metal ring, pulling and beckoning him closer. Jimin understood the assignment.

He hastily discarded his unzipped jeans and kneeled behind the elder.

But before he could even start he felt a hand on his jaw, turning his head to the side. Opposite the bed was a wardrobe with a moving mirrored door. He gulped audibly.

- I want you to watch carefully, don't take your eyes off us, got it, pup?

- Yes, Sir. I'll do my best, - his voice cracked and he would be embarrassed if he wasn't so turned on. He grabbed Yoongi's hip with one hand and slowly guided himself to his hyung's slicked and stretched hole with the other.

His cock felt hot in his hand but it couldn't compare to the smoldering heat once he was sheathed inside. He took his time breathing deeply, trying not to come right there.

After a while he felt impatient tugs around his neck and his eyes snapped up, trained on both their bodies in the mirror. Yoongi was tugging the ring so demanding and bossy, Jimin's body started moving out of instinct.

Yoongi was moaning out loud, not caring about anything else in the world and it made Jimin’s heart leap with joy, seeing his hyung letting himself go like that. The final straw that did it for him was watching Yoongi's wet dripping cock bouncing from the impact of his trusts and soon he came, filling his hyug with his release. He pulled out carefully, laying him on his back and going down between his hyung's legs urgently.

It only took a minute or two for Yoongi to fill his mouth and throat with tangy liquid which he eagerly lapped at, sucking him dry. Jimin rested his head on Yoongi's soft tummy and felt like soaring when long bony fingers massaged his scalp and tickled his ears.

His heart was content, as if he was drowning between the waves but was now washed onto the familiar shores. - You did so well, my Jiminie, - Yoongi whispered quietly but the other heard him anyway.

- So did you, hyung, - he replied, - I'll never get tired of this.

His hyung chuckled:

- Of what? Fucking against the wall?

- Well, there's that, - he giggled and paused. - Never get tired of being with you, hyung.

The silence stretched above them but it wasn't cold or uncomfortable.

- Come here, - Yoongi said, voice wavering, - Sleep in my arms tonight. - And many more nights? - the younger supplied hopefully.

- And many more nights, - confirmed Yoongi and held the younger boy closer to his chest.

This is where his heart was.

And will be.

♡

It's been a regular evening for him so far. He was spread across his bed, fresh out of the long shower, dressed in his favourite silky robe, feet up in the air.

Among all the apps his friends suggested Yoongi hated this current one with vengeance. Basic profiles, basic men, noone catching his interest. Atrocity after atrocity, the frustrated man almost exited it and deleted it off his phone forever but the next page popped up and his thumb froze. There was a picture of a young man, around the same age as him, maybe a little younger. And yes, the information stated that he was indeed two years below. He had pretty fluffy hair and a beautiful face. He scrolled through the profile, curious of his body. And there it was, sculpted well, not overly buff but obviously strong. He looked dainty almost, muscles lean and toned.

Yoongi licked his lips. He'd love to run his tongue over that honeyed skin. He positively liked what he was seeing. In the information box it was mentioned, right next to the fact he was a top, that he also was not very experienced.

Yoongi huffed a laugh. If he was given 500 won for every time a lad was putting "inexperienced" on his profile to get more attention from other guys who would want to teach him stuff, well. He'd be quite comfortable in life. Nevertheless he decided to message this - he looked at the top of the page again - Jimin guy and see what vibes he would be giving off.

Yoongi was pretty intuitive and trusted his judgment. And if he had even a sliver of doubt he'd leave immediately. Jimin responded almost right away and seemed eager to meet at a cafe to have a coffee and a chat.

It was the day of the meeting and Yoongi felt excited, looking at the photos from time to time and hoping to Gods this guy didn't turn out to be an asshole. Or a weirdo. Whether he liked the same things as him or not, it didn't quite matter, tastes differ and so on. The sexual interests mentioned on the profile sounded promising though.

Yoongi spotted him right away, the colour of his hair was standing out from other patrons. The cafe wasn't too crowded and he noticed Jimin chose a table in the corner, nice and secluded. He approached the younger boy and set his bag on the opposite chair.

- Jimin-ssi?

The man looked up and his mouth parted. Yoongi suppressed the urge to chuckle. He knew he looked good, the photos aren't really doing any justice in comparison to the real thing.

And he was wearing glasses only because his friends hollered and screamed how hot he looked in them. They could be pretty convincing that's why he chose to put them on. - Yoongi-ssi, - Jimin uttered looking all over his face, before going for a little bow, - Pleasure to meet you.

- Pleasure to meet you too, - Yoongi said, bowing back and sitting himself on a chair next to Jimin. They ordered their drinks and something to nibble on, immediately bonding on their mutual dislike for faulty dating apps.

Jimin had pleasant features, especially his delectable lips that he liked licking and biting, seemingly because of nerves. He did notice Yoongi looking at them and welcomed it. During their get to know each other talk, with both knowing exactly why they were here, Jimin's hand sneakily weaved around the other's waist and he didn't mind that one bit. He'd have to hold himself together not to kiss him right here.

- I had another thorough look at your profile and I must say you tick most of my boxes, - Yoongi started directing the conversation to where he aimed originally. - I'm glad to hear it, - the man genuinely seemed relieved at the confirmation.

They chatted a little, without giving away too personal details but nevertheless it was a pleasant and light conversation. Jimin seemed to give off good vibes, albeit he was a little shy. He had cute gestures and confident moves, he knew how to hold himself and with more time spent talking about meaningless things the more Yoongi was letting his suspicions down. The younger man didn't look like someone dangerous. - Do you have much experience? I know you've stated you don't but just to make sure, I prefer to be clear with my partners.

- This is true, - Jimin fidgeted on his seat, - I do have some experience. But not a lot and I hope you will be alright with that. He was twisting the hem of his sweater in his fingers. He was the cutest top out there, he could swear, already salivating at the images rushing through his mind.

- It's just fine, - the elder reassured, - How about we go over my little questionnaire? He got the bag and took out a neat folder and a pen.

- I already ticked some things that I enjoy and things I don't engage in. I also already have a rough idea what I'd like us to do together so let's see if we match more properly then on that stupid app. +

- And if you have something else in mind, do tell me. Alright? - Jimin giggled, hiding half of his face behind his fingers.

- You're so proper and organized, it's hot, - he mumbled shyly. - Feel free to ask any questions, - Yoongi chuckled at his admission and leaned back. He let the man go through the list on his own.

- Will do, - he agreed, already looking over the lines with attention. - Not a fan of bondage? - Yoongi asked looking through their completed list a little later.

- Haven't tried much, but rather open to it. The younger hid his face in a cup of coffee, stealing sneaky glances at the man next to him, hand weaving back to lie around the waist comfortably. Yoongi didn't mind.

- If you're okay then we can try. Familiar with the traffic light system? After his conformation the elder felt relieved. Jimin knew the basics and that will be more than enough for them to have their fun.

They discussed some more points and came to a mutual agreement to meet tonight at Yoongis place. After exchanging numbers and after giving the man his address Yoongi hurried back home to prepare.

He loved to have everything ready and organized. He cleaned his room and brought fresh bedding and towels. He had touched some things with Jimin in their conversation without going too deep into the details but mostly there was no scenario. They both made sure they liked certain things. For the rest of it... It was nice to set rough boundaries and just let the chemistry between two people do it's magic.

Even if the said people were practically strangers. Oh, Yoongi marveled, especially if they were strangers. When the doorbell rang, he quickly tied his long black robe around his waist and went to open the door.

Jimin was dressed slightly differently than in the afternoon, looking more like he was going on a date. The leather jacket he had on outlined his frame perfectly. The elder invited him in and took his jacket to hang it on the rack.

- Would you like a drink? - he asked.

- Not right now, I'm afraid - Jimin replied scratching the back of his head, - To be honest I'm a little nervous. - Don't worry, you're in good hands - they smiled widely at each other, - But if there is something in particular that you are worried about just tell me and we can talk it out. Or we can stop all together at any moment in time. There he took the younger man's hand in his, having figured out in the cafe that the other was very tactile.

- I will not be offended. We're doing this for fun, aren't we?

- Sure we are! - Jimin answered. They walked inside the bedroom and his guest emitted a quiet gasp.

- Your room looks so beautiful! Have you designed it?

- Yeah, well, it's my passion if you will, the interior design. Let's have a seat?

They both sat on the bed and Yoongi took the younger's hands in his. - Here I am going to talk you through what I have in mind and you tell me if that sounds good to you, alright?

- Yeah.

Yoongi smiled.

- You can call me hyung. Actually, I insist you address me as hyung tonight.

- Yes, hyung, - he sat up straighter. - You are doing very well so far, - the elder said and they both laughed.

The atmosphere wasn't that awkward anymore. Yoongi was a smooth talker and was confident he can put his partner at ease with the power of his words. One of Jimin's hands slid to the elders waist clad in black silk. He scooted closer, rubbing Yoongi's side and looking at his face attentively.

- So I'd like you to relax a little, - hyung said, his voice being a steady deep flow. - Let's get you out of these clothes first. He was still holding his hand while narrating.

- Then I'd love us to touch each other, something simple, yeah?

- Yes, hyung, - he could already see the blush on his cheeks.

- And then I'll tie you up and edge you. And once I'm through with you, you can do me. - How I like it? - his eyes widened.

Yoongi played their earlier conversion in his head.

- Yes, just how you like it, sweetling.

Jimin eagerly moved first to undo the black cord of the robe and held it in his arms. He looked at it in wonder and Yoongi couldn't help the chuckle that escaped his mouth.

- That's exactly what I'll be tying you up with, boy.

The younger let it fall on the bed next to them and started unbuttoning his shirt, eyes averted to his knees. - Show yourself off for me.

Jimin stood up and got rid of all his clothes slowly, standing before the elder in all his naked glory. Yoongi touched and palmed the defined muscles, admiring the well sculpted body in front of him. - Your turn, hyung, - he was distracted from his viewing session by a soft voice laced with mirth.

- Cheeky, - he commented and stood up to shrug off the long robe, letting it fall on the floor. He was left in a black lacy bodice and fishnet holdups that he preferred today to any of his fancier lingerie because he wanted to feel comfortable in his favourite items. Jimin couldn't take his eyes of the pale skin in black lace, so beautiful on his body as if it was made just for him exclusively. He looked pretty, dainty, ready to be ruined mercilessly. He wanted to throw the elder on the bed and worship that ass, buff chest and legs, kiss that soft tummy and press him into the mattress.

Yoongi noticed the ogling and threw his head back with a laugh, graciously cocking his hips and turning around, showing off his amazing body. He loved the way he looked and was pretty confident in himself but it was always nice to be looked at like that, unabashed and hungry.

Yoongi laid back on the bed and motioned for Jimin to come close. - Give me a kiss, sweetheart, - he crooned, opening his mouth and letting the younger see his little tongue running over his teeth.

Jimin connected their lips, the touch soft, careful. He tasted him like something he never did before, tongue licking at the tongue and little hums escaping his chest.

- Now would you help hyung take these off? The younger man looked down where Yoongi was pointing and saw lace panties that were tightly holding his swollen cock inside with the pink head peaking above the hem.

But the moment his fingers touched the black lace he was stopped. - Do it with your hands behind your back.

He groaned at this but went along, unexpectedly picking hyung's legs up and moving them further on the bed, diving to take the panties off after. That little bit of manhandling was so hot, Yoongi's length twitched. He imagined how it would be to end up at Jimin's mercy, in his strong hands moving him as he pleased.

Despite it being physically challenging, after some twisting and turning Yoongi laid bare in front of the other man. He sat up, patting the bedsheets in front of him and Jimin obediently sat in front of him. He spread his legs wide and picked the elders ankles to put his legs over his. They were close enough to touch each other if they so wanted. Yoongi extracted a bottle of lube and uncapped it, dribbling the gel all over the younger’s thick cock.

He wasn't going to lie, he loved the sight of veiny length, coming to life over his heavy balls.. - Pleasure yourself for me, darling. - he asked, lathering himself up and mirroring the other's moves.

They spread the lube over their cocks, touching and fisting them like they'd usually do it alone. Jimin's shoulders were raised, he was obviously flustered but still he kept going, watching Yoongi jerk off with his long fingers.

The elder leaned and his big hand replaced the dainty ones, engulfing his erection in his palm and moving languidly. Jimin gasped and moved his hands forward to do the same. They glided them along their shafts, just enjoying the pleasurable familiar sensations.

Yoongi noticed how the men calmed down and his posture relaxed. He could continue with no worries. Some more kisses were shared, lips not seemingly to want to part from one another. Jimin kissed sweetly, giving small nips to the lips and suckling on the tip of the tongue like it was candy. He was very attentive, looking at Yoongi's eyes for his reactions, expecting praise probably. The elder provided.

Smoothing the pink locks he drew him in closer, whispering into plush lips:

- Lay down for me, pretty, and put your hands on the headboard. Once Yoongi turned around to look for the silk robe ribbon he felt strong arms hugging him from behind and a marvelously thick cock grinding on his butt, the girth of it wide enough to part his asscheeks. - Thank you for guiding me hyung, I love it - he said giddily, giving the pert butt another promising grind and backing away to lay back on the pillows. Yoongi tsked and looked at the other half accusing, half amused. - I'll let this slide because I'm in a generous mood, pup. Try to be more obedient onwards.

- Alright, hyung, - the younger man threw him a dazzling smile and raised his hands to the headboard, waiting to be tied up. After Yoongi made sure the bounds are tight enough to keep him there but loose enough to keep it safe he turned around and sat on Jimin's belly.

The elder curved his spine ro stick his butt out for Jimin to have a perfect view of his tight pink hole. - You wanna fuck this? - he slapped his own buttcheek, - You're so sure you can?

Jimin groaned, eyes zeroed on a jiggling globe in front of him. And then he felt fingers wrapping around his erection, now fully hard. - Look at that thick cock, - the elder gave the head a light slap, making it bob slowly.

- Answer me.

- I do, I do, ah! - he cried out when a firmer slap handed on his shaft with a loud sound. - I do, hyung! - It's all you can think about now right? - the other kept stimulating the girth with both hands, slapping it unexpectedly, coaxing long moans out of the man he was sitting on. - How to stick it in me? - Yes I want to stick it in your ass, hyung, - the younger repeated, hips trying to lift from the pleasurable rubs on his shaft.

He was unable to move much though, Yoongi's weight pinning him down with force. - Good, sweetling, - he hummed and proceeded to jerk the veiny cock off, rolling the balls in his palm and making his moves faster.

When he felt muscles under him tense - a tell-tale sign of an approaching orgasm - he put his hands in the air. He was listening to Jimin's pathetic whines and watching as the angry red cock twitched with want. He slapped his muscular thighs, two, three times each, hard and sharp, to distract him from sensations in his lower abdomen. He then soothed the quickly reddening skin, running his relaxed fingertips all over the beginnings of marks.

- Hyungnim, - the younger called, - I'm ready, please. - You asked so nicely, how can I say no to you? - Yoongi got back to jerking the thick length with both palms, adding the twisting motions on the upstroke. And soon Jimin was close to the edge again and the elder swatted at his pinkened thighs and balls, leaving the cock move in the air with nothing to grind on.

One look behind at Jimin made his heart skip a beat or two. He was lying there sweaty, teary-eyed, lips gathered in a pout and eyes zeroed on the entrance between the supple cheeks and pink balls that Yoongi was rubbing on his belly. - I'm thinking on sucking you off, pretty, - Yoongi voiced, his tone thoughtful. - I'm not sure you deserved it though.

With that tears spilled on the younger man's cheeks and he suddenly laughed. - Oh, heavens, hyung, I'm such a mess. - he shuffled, getting more comfortable and asking in a sweet tone, - Please suck my cock. Please, pretty please, hyungnim, I'll do anything. Yoongi shuffled closer to his chest, knees at the sides, and stretched his hand to wipe the tears off Jimin's cheeks.

- Sure. You deserve that, pup. He bent over and now his ass was even closer to the other's face bit he couldn't pay it the same amount of attention. All his thoughts were down on his crotch, where Yoongi bent and let his thick cock inside his mouth, stuffing himself full to the brim. He bobbed his head a little before doing all the way down again, restricting his airways and coming up after a while, coughing and spitting saliva everywhere. It was messy then. He would stay with his mouth and throat full of cock, moving in small grinds, impaling himself on the veiny thickness until he can't anymore only to come up panting, dripping his spit all over Jimin's balls and thighs. The noises he was making were lewd and arousing, pushing the younger man closer and closer to the edge along with the visual of Yoongi's pink hole quivering and balls tensing right in front of his face. He came unexpectedly, pushed into the elders throat, come gushing out of him repeatedly. Yoongi felt the length twitch inside, choking him nicely like for the last five minutes or so. They tried to regain their breathing while Yoongi untied Jimin and rubbed the imprints on his elegant wrists.

They kissed, the younger tasting himself in the other's mouth and licking into the wet cavern to get more of it. - Fuck me, right now, - Yoongi breathed out, looking at Jimin's eyes and gathering the running down saliva and remnants of cum off his face onto his fingers to lick them clean one by one.

Jimin saw the challenge but it was an easy job for him. He grabbed the elder by his biceps and turned him around forcefully, pushing him onto the bed. He used one hand to press on his nape and pin him down and grabbed his supple asscheek with the other to move it to the side. He finally got to taste his ass and plunge into the tight hole with his tongue. He licked messily, pressing the muscle inside, sucking and slurping while Yoongi's swears were drowning in the blankets that Jimin shoved him in. Eventually giving up on slapping and trying to grab the younger Yoongi clutched at the sheets and spread his knees a little wider. Strong fingers were digging in the back of his neck, restricting his movements and no matter how much he fought to raise the younger man wouldn't budge.

He was loving it, feeling unable to move and just take whatever he was given. His mouth opened wide at the sensations on his hole that was thoroughly being devoured. Jimin stopped for a moment to spit on the entrance and the elder felt it drooling down to his balls. They too got fondled gently, thumb massaging his perineum and stimulating his prostate from the outside. After a pause he didnt know what to expect but then heard a clicking sound and soon a generous amount of cool lube was poured on his crack, dripping down on the sheets. A calloused pad of the thumb pushed and prodded again and breached his rim, moving inside and out slowly. When Yoongi relaxed he felt the hand on his neck disappearing but he wasn't rushing to stand. He stayed put until Jimin threw a leg over across his back, immobilizing him yet again.

- I'm not going to run away, he chuckled, knowing he can always use his light system to stop or having good judo skills, just throw the man off of him.

So far he was enjoying the play. - Of course you're not, hyung, - Jimin said softly, - Not until I become one with this, - and he lightly smacked the full buttcheek coaxing yet another laugh out of Yoongi. Jimin pushed in with two slicked up fingers, bending them to look for the prostate and when he found it the elder understood the need to hold him down.

The man was relentless, fingering him in earnest, grazing the sensitive gland at every plunge. The movements were fast and rough, jolting the bent body and producing loud slapping sounds.

Yoondi cried out, his voice vibrating from the pace of Jimin's fingers until he thought he couldn't take no more. Just then he stopped, grabbing Yoongi by the sides and rubbing the cockhead on his fucked entrance.

- I'm ready, hyung, - he said, keeping his tone so sweet the other almost felt it on his tongue, - Just say your word. - Ruin me, - he blurted, hands grabbing more of the sheets for leverage.

Jimin bent and carefully gathered his silver hair that fell on his face. He grabbed it tight in his fist and circled his other hand on the base of his pulsating cock. He pushed it in, moving in abrupt thrusts, making room for himself inside warm welcoming body.

Yoongi panted with his mouth open. He held his breath as the thick erection pierced him, parting him inside. He loved the feeling of firm thick cock moving in him, bottoming out and filling him until there's no space left anymore.

He waited it out until asking Jimin to move.

With the hand pulling his hair he was limited in his movements. He was forced to arch his back and get split on a girth that left no room for an inch more.

The younger moved rapidly, thrusting into him with no care in the world and Yoongi thrived on it. He felt drool seeping out of his open mouth and garbled sounds coming out of him at every push.

Jimin aimed directly at his sweetest spot, driving his hyung towards much awaited peak. He felt his dick pulsating and dribbling come on the sheets. It's been a while since he came untouched unless it was one of his toys he's been pleasuring himself with. He had no time to get a breather as Jimin let go of his hair to lay on top of him, trapping his still spread legs with his and not moving to pull out.

His dick too got trapped between the sheets and his abdomen, still quite hard and needy. - Ah, Jimin! - he wailed as he realized he had no way of getting out of this position and the other's thick cock was still in him, gradually increasing his pace. The noises that spilled out of his mouth were close to animalistic as he was getting railed into tomorrow just how he wished. He cried repeatedly as the length speared him, fucking his body into the mattress and loosening his now wide stretched hole. He didn't know how long it lasted, he only knew his voice became so hoarse, it was hard for him to say anything. With force he reached for his aching cock with his hand and squeezed at the base, staving his orgasm off.

- Fill me up, - he gasped, - I want your come deep in me. Jimin grunted and finished inside the tight round ass in dozen of thrusts.

Yoongi was trembling like a leaf on the wind, his legs gave out and he'd have flopped down if not for the younger man gently supporting his pelvis. Jimin all but scooped hom in his arms and turned his hyung around.

He went between his legs that he put on his shoulders and swallowed his sensitive cock, plunging two of his fingers inside his abused entrance. Yoongi let out a choked cry, writhing on the bed and pushing his length indide warm heat of Jimins mouth.

The next moment he saw white and it felt like something exploded in him. With a strangled sound he came and kept on coming and coming, releasing inside the younger. He kept shaking and twitching and Jimin milked him absolutely dry with his sensual lips and tongue. He felt pleasingly spent and empty.

His whole body slumped on the mattress, with the other man resting his head on his soft tummy, hands gliding mindlessly up and down his sides. - Fuck, - Jimin uttered with such awe in his voice Yoongi started laughing with the other joining him too.

- Ah-haa, indeed, - the older man said, rubbing at his sweaty face. - Gods, I don't think I can move for the next century. - Me either, - was Jimin's retort, whichsounded regretful.

- Then don't, - Yoongi replied easily - We have tons of things to do now.

- What kind of things? - he perked up cutely and if he had ears they would surely stand up on his head. - A long shower and delicious food of course, - Yoongi replied hoarsely, clearing his throat. - And lots of tea with honey. - Honey-hyung, - the younger giggled and with that sound Yoongi laid back on the bed, soaring in his high, long fingers tangled in damp pink locks.