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“Oh come on, you're lying!" Jimin exclaims dramatically, shocked.
"Why would I lie about that?" Yoongi deadpans.
"I just-" Jimin blinks. "I don't understand how that's possible."
"Can we not talk about this? It's wildly inappropriate," Yoongi blushes as he quickly reaches for the empty beer cans that have been abandoned on the coffee table.
He pushes himself off the couch with the trash in his arms, hurrying off to the kitchen and as far away from this conversation as possible.
How he even let slip the confession he has no idea.
All he knows is Jimin started ranting about a bad hookup he'd had a few weekends before; Yoongi made some comment about him having his own bad experiences; Jimin pressed him for details; now here they are.
Tipsy or not, Yoongi knows better than to give in to the younger's whining and coercion.
He also knows Jimin well enough to know that he won't be letting this go anytime soon.
As feared, Jimin follows right behind Yoongi to the kitchen, chest nearly pressed to his back.
"I think it's perfectly appropriate! You know all about-"
"-I have never once asked you to share the details of your sex life with me." Yoongi points out quickly, dropping the trash in the waste bin.
Thankfully, Jimin physically backs off after that and Yoongi opens the fridge– mostly just wanting an excuse to hide his burning cheeks– while Jimin takes a tangerine from the bowl of fruit on the kitchen counter, hopping up onto the surface, peeling his snack.
"I just don't get it. You've never come? Not even once?" Jimin questions.
"For the love of God, Jimin. Can we please not talk about this!" Yoongi groans, closing the fridge with a thump.
"I've never not made someone come," Jimin comments, voice sounding so matter of fact and casual that it takes Yoongi a few seconds to process what he's actually said.
"It is extremely upsetting to me that I know this," Yoongi cringes, "but you also don't top, so... it doesn't require a whole lot on your part to make someone- do that."
Jimin scoffs, tossing the citrus peel on the counter next to him. "First of all, that's rude. There is such a thing as good bottoms and bad bottoms. I am a good bottom. Fucking fantastic even," he comments smugly. "Second of all, I have too topped."
Before his mind can filter his words, Yoongi chirps back, "I've heard you have sex more than a few times and I don't need to be in the room to know you aren't topping."
His eyes widen and he stumbles over his next words, trying his best to clarify, "Only because we live together and the walls are thin! I don't like, listen on purpose! It just happens."
"I've topped enough times to know I'm good at it," he grumbles, sounding annoyed as well as a bit whiny but thankfully ignoring Yoongi rambling for the most part.
Irritating as it is to admit, that catches Yoongi's attention.
"When was the last time?" Yoongi sighs and there he goes, breaking his streak of not asking for details about Jimin's sex life. "Because I'm sure it hasn't been since we've lived together."
"The when doesn't matter," Jimin huffs. "What matters is the who, and that individual seemed more than satisfied with my skills. The ones before him as well."
Yoongi is about to argue further, ask more questions, but this time he is able to sensor himself, so, he clamps his mouth shut instead.
He'd really rather not know more about this topic... probably.
Instead, he pads silently over to the counter top Jimin is sat on with a frown to pick up the discarded peel and throw it in the bin.
Yoongi gasps when Jimin hooks a leg around his waist when he's close enough, guiding him to stand between his legs.
Yoongi stares at his roommate wide eyed, stunned at the sudden unexpected movement.
He gulps when he sees the devious smirk on Jimin's lips. The one that means he is up to absolutely no good.
"I bet I could do it," Jimin states coyly as he raises a piece of the small fruit to Yoongi's lips.
Yoongi hesitates, unable to look away from Jimin's face. Jimin's smile widens as he teases the fruit against Yoongi's bottom lip, looking perfectly content to wait for Yoongi to accept the offering.
After another beat, Yoongi parts his lips, opening his mouth just wide enough to take a bite.
Jimin slowly slides the whole piece of fruit into Yoongi's waiting mouth.
As Yoongi begins to chew he watches with heavy lids and a fire igniting deep within as Jimin takes his own thumb into his mouth.
He swirls his tongue around the digit before releasing it with a pop.
Jimin keeps his eyes locked with Yoongi's as he slowly slides himself to the edge of the counter.
He then lowers himself down to his feet between Yoongi and the hard surface, his entire front sliding against Yoongi's as he does so.
Jimin swipes his tongue over his bottom lip before stating confidently, "I could make you come."
A shiver runs down Yoongi's spine as the atmosphere around them shifts, becoming weighted and electrified.
Yoongi watches as Jimin leans closer, closer, closer to him until their lips are just centimeters apart.
"Would you let me prove it, hyung?" Jimin asks in a whisper, looking between Yoongi's lips and his eyes slowly.
Yoongi's knees nearly give out at the same time his mouth goes dry.
Jimin is a flirt. This is a well known fact.
The sky is blue, the sun is hot, Park Jimin is a flirt.
He has flirted, taunted and teased Yoongi plenty of times. Hell, they've lived together for nearly a year now and knew each other for a couple years before that, them having a mutual friend in Yoongi's best friend Hoseok.
Almost all of their conversations start and end with teasing and sarcasm with a double entendre or two mixed in. Nothing too explicit, just suggestive.
But, that was all in good fun. Empty words meant to fluster and get a rise out of the other.
It's never been serious before but in this moment, Jimin looks nothing but serious. Confident too.
Yoongi can't say he isn't interested. Jimin is extremely attractive. Yoongi's thought that since the day they were introduced.
Jimin is sweet and cute and hot– like, so hot– but this isn't right. They can't actually do this. It could ruin their friendship. They can't just-
"Please, hyung," Jimin tilts his chin ever so slightly, tutting out his bottom lip just a tad as he gazes into Yoongi's eyes, looking oh so innocent with an underlying devilish gleam in his irises.
He's somehow made himself appear innocent at first glance, but with how close they are, Yoongi can see his intentions are anything but.
As Yoongi continues to try and will himself into thinking this is a bad idea, Jimin slowly raises his hands to rest on Yoongi's hips.
Jimin continues to observe Yoongi's expression silently as he rubs small circles over Yoongi's hip bones over his thin t-shirt.
"We shouldn't..." Yoongi says but his tone sounds unsure. Because he is.
He's torn between really fucking wanting to and knowing it's not a good idea.
Luckily for Yoongi– or unluckily– Jimin decides to take a little more control of the situation.
He suddenly grips Yoongi's waist more firmly and menauvers him around, switching their positions so that Yoongi is pressed against the counter.
Yoongi chokes on a gasp when Jimin presses his leg between his so the younger's thigh is against his groin.
"I could make you feel so good. I know I could." Jimin whispers seductively, his voice sounding uncharacteristically low and oh- that does something to Yoongi.
They've made out a time or two on nights when they got a little too wasted, but that was before they lived together. Back when they would go clubbing with their friends almost every weekend and drink way too much.
Tonight they're a little buzzed, sure, but they aren't impaired enough to be able to blame anything that might happen on alcohol.
This would be a whole other line to cross.
Not even a line. A fucking gaping crack that goes deep into the earth with no bottom– pun not intended– in sight.
Yoongi knows he is thinking way too deeply about this, the point is only magnified when Jimin continues to prove just how serious he is.
He slowly trails a finger down Yoongi's sternum, drawing a line to his navel.
Yoongi must really be touch deprived because such subtle contact shouldn't affect him like it is. Shouldn't make goosebumps raise on his entire body.
With Jimin's hands on him he suddenly can't quite come up with any other rationalizations to continue to try and talk himself out of this.
The "this" being allowing Jimin to do what he's said.
To let his friend show him how it feels to be fucked until he comes.
Jimin begins leaning forward at a snail's pace again, giving Yoongi plenty of time to pull away.
Just before pressing his lips against Yoongi's a small smile graces Jimin's lips. When Yoongi almost instantly begins kissing back, that smile widens.
One of Jimin's hands raises to cup Yoongi's jaw, angling Yoongi's head to press their lips more firmly together.
Yoongi melts immediately, snaking an arm around Jimin's waist to pull him even closer.
It's easy to get lost in the feeling of Jimin's lips against his. Lost in the press and pull of plush warmth.
When Jimin licks at his lip, Yoongi parts them eagerly to meet his tongue with Jimin's.
Jimin tastes like the fruit he was eating with a hint of beer. It tastes heavenly. Makes Yoongi's head spin.
Makes him wish he could taste it all the time.
As their lips move more enthusiastically, their breathing quickening and their hands begin to wander under their shirts in search of any naked skin they can find, Yoongi grinds his hips forward with a bit more pressure than he had been previously.
The hitch in Jimin's breath as he gasps against Yoongi's lips makes the older smile smugly.
He could feel Jimin against him better now than he had been able to over the last minute or so. Jimin is getting hard from just their kissing, just like Yoongi.
The discovery gives Yoongi a big boost in confidence.
"You want to show me how good you are, huh?" He smirks. "Fine."
Without wasting any time, Jimin backs away, takes Yoongi's hand in his and drags the elder to his room.
When they're in Jimin's room, he pulls Yoongi in for another kiss, but this one is a bit more tender than any of their previous kisses.
They move their heads in perfect synchronization, hands again roaming over each other, as they move their lips together for another minute or so before Jimin pulls away just enough to speak.
"You're sure about this?" Jimin asks quietly. "Because we don't have to go any further if you're not one hundred percent-"
Yoongi leans forward, taking Jimin's bottom lips between his as he reaches for the hem of Jimin's shirt.
"Don't back out on me now, Park. You've talked a big game. Time to back it up."
"I'm going to wreck you, Min," Jimin smiles crookedly before dragging his eyes very obviously over Yoongi's body. "You're never going to want to bottom with anyone else ever again."
"Don't tell me," Yoongi slowly begins raising Jimin's shirt, dragging it up his tight abdomen slowly, teasingly. "Show me."
Jimin gets impatient with the speed and pulls away from Yoongi. Far enough for him to be just out of Yoongi's reach.
He takes his shirt between his fingers, smiling smugly when he looks up to see Yoongi watches his hand movements with anticipation, to pull it over his head and drop it to the floor.
When Jimin's flawless, velvety smooth skin is revealed– toned and hard– Yoongi feels the overwhelming need to touch.
Eyes roaming over Jimin's perfect body shamelessly, he walks towards him.
Once Jimin's closer, he outstretches his hand, touching the warm skin with his fingertips and watching in awe as goosebumps begin to rise in his fingers' wake.
Jimin lets out a whimper when Yoongi runs his thumb lightly over his nipple before Jimin's eyes that had closed due to the sensation snapping open seconds later.
"Your turn, hyung," he states lowly as he reaches for Yoongi's shirt. "Off."
He helps Yoongi lift it over his head before he drops it by his shirt on the floor.
Jimin sweeps his hands down Yoongi's chest, eyes following the invisible line he's traced.
"You're so hot," Jimin comments appreciatively.
Yoongi arches into the touch as Jimin's hands come back up, thumbs brushing his nipples just as Yoongi had done to him.
Yoongi lets out a moan when Jimin pinches the sensitive bud and at the sound, Jimin lunges forward again, finding it incredibly erotic, capturing Yoongi's lips.
It's more heated this time; less gentle with more tongue.
Yoongi's hands slip lower to tug at the waistband of Jimin's pants, biting down on the younger's pouty lower lip as he unties the drawstring.
"Why the fuck are these double knotted," Yoongi growls in annoyance against Jimin's mouth.
Jimin giggles and the sound would be out of place in such a setting as this. If it wasn't so, well, Jimin.
"I stole these from Hobi and they're too big for me. If I don't tie them they'll fall off," Jimin continues to chuckle.
"That would have been quite a convenient occurrence right about now," Yoongi grins slyly, finally pulling the strings loose as he shoves the pants down Jimin's legs.
Jimin quickly kicks them off before he begins helping Yoongi undress, mouths reconnecting as their hands work quickly.
By the time they're actually naked Yoongi is flushed pink from the tips of his ears down to his chest.
He is now fully turned on, dick hard and wanting, leaking precum at the sight of Jimin in all his nude glory.
Jimin begins walking Yoongi towards the bed, pressing kisses to his lips.
After sitting Yoongi down on the bed and one last kiss, Jimin walks to his dresser, taking out a foil square and a small bottle of lube.
When he is back at the bed he tosses the items onto the mattress so they will be within reach when he's ready for them.
Jimin then crawls to where Yoongi is leaning against the pillows at the head of the bed, Yoongi pulling him down to him with a hand on the back of his neck for another round of searing kisses.
He widens his legs so Jimin can fit between them, moaning when Jimin grinds his hips forward so their hard cocks slide together.
Jimin lets out a groan of his own, repeating the motion as he and Yoongi continue to swallow each other's blissful noises.
Jimin disconnects their lips to press them to Yoongi's jaw down his neck, teeth nipping at his skin for several seconds before reclaiming his lips.
Jimin continues to press Yoongi down, dragging his hips again on Yoongi's.
The kiss is hot and forceful, Jimin prying Yoongi's lips open, sucking on Yoongi's tongue just to hear him moan.
Jimin kisses Yoongi like it's all he's ever wanted to do. Like he's a starving man desperate for more.
Yoongi grips Jimin's back, blunt nails digging into his skin. Slowly, Yoongi presses his palms flat to slide his hands down the smooth expanse of Jimin's back until they rest on the younger's ass.
Jimin's ass isn't as round as Yoongi's but it is more toned and feels fantastic in Yoongi's hands, each cheek being two perfect handfuls as Yoongi kneads the flesh.
Jimin groans against his lips, arching into the touch.
Yoongi squeezes harder, using his grip to grind them more firmly together, loving the heat of Jimin's cock against his own.
This already feels so much better than Yoongi's past experiences. Probably because Jimin is taking his time he guesses. Isn't rushing to get Yoongi stretched just enough to fuck him like his previous partners.
The slow build that's happening makes his stomach roll and his muscles buzz with anticipation
Jimin pulls back, breaking the kiss with a wet pop and pushes up on his elbows. He hovers over Yoongi, gazing down at him with hooded eyes, pupils blown so wide his eyes look black.
His lips are pink, swollen and slick.
"Hyung," Jimin breathes, voice low and affected. Yoongi can see the question in his eyes.
He wants to make sure Yoongi is still okay with this. That he still wants this.
Yoongi smiles fondly, nodding. "I think I'm ready to be prepped. Do you want me to do that myself or-"
Jimin scowls in offense, "Absolutely not! Prepping is half the fun."
Yoongi can't help but chuckle as Jimin kisses him once again before sitting back on his haunches to reach for the bottle of lube.
As Yoongi watches Jimin coat his fingers with an obviously excited expression, it dawns on him how truly easy this has all been so far.
How not once has he felt uncomfortable or nervous. He doesn't remember feeling this relaxed with anyone the first time they'd slept together; topping or intending to bottom.
Even the first time he'd slept with his ex was awkward, and they'd known each other and been friends for close to ten years at that time.
But he doesn't feel that now. Not even a little.
Yoongi's thoughts are interrupted when Jimin dips back down, reconnecting their lips. Yoongi runs his hands down Jimin's sides, pulling him down so their chests are pressed together.
A surprised gasp turns into a moan as Jimin's lubed fingers begin circling his rim, teasing the puckered hole.
He presses the pad of one finger in experimentally and Yoongi moans high in his throat at the feeling, arching up.
"Ah, oh f-fuck," Yoongi whines, breath coming out shaky already.
Jimin continues to tease Yoongi's hole as he continues kissing and lapping at Yoongi's skin.
He's going to have purple and blue spots all across his clavicals, chest and neck, but he can't bring himself to be too concerned about it right now.
Not when Jimin begins swirling his tongue around Yoongi's right nipple as he finally sinks a finger into Yoongi down to the first knuckle.
Yoongi moans loudly as Jimin clamps his teeth teasingly around his perky bud as he begins shallowly thrusting his finger into him.
The mix of sensations with Jimin's mouth all over him while his fingers are in him is so incredibly dizzying.
Yoongi feels like he's floating on a cloud, the world outside disappearing, leaving only he and Jimin behind.
Before he realizes, Jimin has worked two fingers into him and is prodding in a third, ready to join it with the other two digits.
Yoongi nods, mouth slack to signal he's okay to continue.
Yoongi can feel the pounding of Jimin's heart against his chest, the stickiness of his skin as he presses his body to Yoongi's and it makes him want to melt into a puddle.
How is Jimin so good at this? Yoongi almost feels mad that it took this long for him to see this side of his friend.
With three fingers stretching him now, Yoongi rocks and swivels his hips to meet Jimin's thrusts.
A high pitch moan rips through him as Jimin changes the angle of his hand to hit just the right spot and Yoongi would be embarrassed if he weren't so delirious.
"How are you doing this? Your hands are tiny!” Yoongi croaks loudly, eyes squeezed tightly shut.
"Apparently they're big enough to get you off," Jimin grins and fuck, he's right.
Yoongi knows what it feels like to have his prostate stimulated– he makes sure to find the perfect angle when he's fingering himself or uses one of his toys– but he's never had someone else stimulate it for him.
The triumphant smile Jimin flashes as he leans up to watch Yoongi's face as he continues to message and brush the sensitive spot would normally make Yoongi want to smack the younger upside the head, but not now.
Yoongi's quite proud of Jimin himself if he's honest.
He never expected Jimin to make him feel this good, and it's only the beginning.
Jimin speeds up his hand and Yoongi's legs begin to shake, his fingers digging into Jimin's shoulders as he tries to keep himself grounded.
"Fuck!" Yoongi gasps, eyes flying open to look at Jimin. "S-stop, I don't want to come yet- ah-“
In true Park Jimin fashion, he makes no effort to do what Yoongi says.
He doesn't stop or even slow his movements, observing Yoongi's reaction hungrily as he continues pumping his fingers into him.
Yoongi's head is thrown back as Jimin curves his fingers inside him.
Jimin wets his lips with the tip of his tongue as he stares down at Yoongi, his eyes impossibly dark.
"New plan, hyung," Jimin pants, gritting his teeth. "You're going to come, untouched, just like this," Jimin growls.
Yoongi can do nothing but writhe under him, straining to not only listen but comprehend Jimin's words.
"No- I can't- I’ve never-“ Yoongi begins to babble.
"You can and you will." Jimin states firmly.
Yoongi tries to speak, he really does, but he is barreling towards the edge and he is fighting with everything he has to slow his speed.
Words just aren't able to be generated right now.
"It really hurt my feelings when you doubted that I had done this before, hyung. When you doubted that I could do it," Jimin growls.
"Consider this your punishment for those mean things you said," Jimin presses his fingers against the spot firmly, the surprise causing Yoongi to arch off the bed with a yelp. "I'm not going to stop and you will come for me like a good boy. Then, coming again while I'm fucking you senseless will be your reward."
Just a few more pointed thrusts later, Yoongi comes, moaning and drooling all over himself, shooting hot ropes all over his chest and abdomen.
Jimin watches the whole scene with fiery eyes, mesmerized by the sight.
Jimin slows his movements gradually, Yoongi's body jerking involuntarily at the overstimulation, before he withdraws his hand.
Eyes glazed over and senses slowly returning to him, Yoongi can't do much else but watch as Jimin stands up from the bed.
He watches as Jimin takes some tissues from a box on his dresser, wiping his hands clean before bringing fresh ones to help clean Yoongi up as well.
Yoongi wills himself to sit up in the bed to get a better look at him.
He trails his eyes down Jimin's naked body as he walks the dirty tissues to the trash, his eyes stopping on his dick.
Yoongi can see the shine of precum that's been spread over the head from where's he's sat on the bed and the sight makes his mouth water.
Noticing Yoongi looking at him, or his dick rather, Jimin chuckles before walking back to the bed.
He lets out a surprised yelp when Yoongi grabs his arms, pulling him down so that he is kneeling on the bed.
On shaky legs, Yoongi stands up.
"Are you leaving?" Jimin says with an edge of worry in his tone.
"I'm not going anywhere,” Yoongi shakes his head, nibbling on his bottom lip.
"Sit," he then instructs.
Jimin sits at the edge of the bed so that his feet are flat on the ground obediently.
He watches Yoongi with curiosity, eyes widening when he places both hands on Jimin's thighs, spreading his legs before dropping to his knees on the floor between them.
Jimin's breathing picks up before hitching in his throat as Yoongi takes him into his hand.
Giving a few lazy strokes, Yoongi tilts his head with a smirk, looking at Jimin through his lashes.
"Can I taste you, Jiminie?"
Jimin nods so quickly it makes Yoongi laugh.
Yoongi leans down with his tongue out, licking up all the pre-cum that had gathered at the slit before wrapping his lips around the head and bobbing his head shallowly.
"Fuck," Jimin hisses.
Yoongi looks up through his teary lashes to level his eyes with Jimin's.
Yoongi lets out a content sigh when he feels Jimin's fingers combing through his hair.
He's a bit taken back by the gentleness of the touch.
Again, Yoongi isn't used to such tenderness when hooking up with someone. Usually if he's the one giving a blowjob the guy will try to force him lower and want him to move faster.
Jimin is completely letting Yoongi have control.
Jimin keeps one hand in Yoongi's hair, leaning back with one palm pressed onto the bed, combing his fingers on his free hand through Yoongi's hair, getting it out of the older's face so he can see what he's doing.
It makes Yoongi want to take his time to tease, taste and enjoy the feeling and the weight of Jimin on his tongue and in his mouth.
He sinks himself down lower and lower until his nose is almost touching the younger's groin, swallowing rhythmically as he bobs his head.
Jimin is panting harder now, whining and groaning with every suck, swallow and movement Yoongi makes.
When Yoongi raises his head almost completely off of him before sinking back down, Jimin's hips buck up, making Yoongi gag.
Yoongi reaches his hands up to hold Jimin's hips to keep them in place as he does this once, twice, three more times.
"Hyung!" Jimin moans. "Fuck- don't want to come like this. Want to come inside you. Want you to come with me while I fuck you."
Yoongi should tease him. Ignore what Jimin's said like the younger did to him and make him come, but Yoongi wants what Jimin wants too.
Wants Jimin to fuck him. Hard.
Yoongi moans around him in agreement before pulling off of him with a pop.
Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, Yoongi smiles blearily at Jimin as the younger pulls him up, places a hand on the back of his neck and pulls him in for a bruising kiss.
It's more tongues and teeth clashing than a kiss, but it's hot and dirty and Yoongi loves it just the same.
Jimin makes quick work of laying Yoongi back down on the bed, getting the condom slid into place and lube spread over it.
He leans over Yoongi, propping himself up on one arm while the other guides his length to Yoongi's prepped rim.
"You ready for me?" He asks breathlessly.
"Shut up and fuck me already," Yoongi huffs, reaching down to place his hand on Jimin's to help guide him into Yoongi clenching hole.
Jimin groans as he breaches Yoongi's entrance, cock sliding easily into Yoongi's hole.
Jimin's chin drops to his chest, breath leaving him in a rush at the feeling of Yoongi's walls pulling him in and holding him tight.
"Shit," he gasps. "You feel so fucking good."
Yoongi doesn't have the words, soft gasps being the only thing escaping his mouth when he opens it.
When Jimin feels Yoongi relax, he begins making experimental movements with his hips, trying to keep his eyes open for long enough to gauge Yoongi's reaction.
"You can move," Yoongi manages to say, voice sounding hoarse.
The first roll of Jimin's hips has Yoongi babbling incoherently and his eyes rolling back.
The drag of Jimin's dick inside his walls douses the flames already burning under Yoongi's skin like kerosene, stroking the fire and setting Yoongi alight much faster than he'd anticipated.
Especially so soon after cumming so hard just a short while ago.
A shot of pleasure strikes through to his core as Jimin pulls almost all the way out to then slam back in.
They moan in harmony as Jimin begins to thrust more forcefully than he has been, grinding deeper into Yoongi.
Yoongi meets every thrust, pressing back against each roll of Jimin's hips, feeling every twitch of his dick inside of him.
Heat is building between them, building in Yoongi's core as they move together just as it did before.
He can feel his own hard dick pressed between them leaking onto their bellies as they rut together.
He pulls Jimin forward to press their lips together. It's uncoordinated, the two of them trying to kiss, roll their tongues together, as Jimin fucks steadily into Yoongi's body.
Jimin breaks their kiss to lean back. He then lands a hand on Yoongi's ass before spreading his cheeks apart.
He presses his palms down which changes the angle slightly as he begin slamming with even more force into Yoongi.
"God, you feel so good," Jimin gasps.
Yoongi can only grunt in response, nudging his nose into Jimin's cheek as the younger's hips kick into him harder.
"Jesus, fuck!" Yoongi cries, arching off the bed as his arms shoot out to his sides, clawing at the bed.
He just needs something to hold onto before he spins into the stratosphere.
"Fuck, Jimin!" Yoongi moans, keeping his eyes fixed on the man above him.
Jimin's hips move so expertly, the most calculated movements seeming effortless instead of taxing or forced.
And his face. Yoongi can't look away.
Jimin's face is flushed and beautiful, hair sticking to the sweat on his forehead and eyes shut tightly as he tries to fend off his building climax.
Seeing Jimin's expression turns Yoongi on even more and he feels the familiar tightening of the coil deep within.
"Hyung," Jimin gasps, fingernails pressing so hard into the back of Yoongi's thigh as he holds his legs apart. "Fuck, I'm close."
"Almost there. I'm almost there with you," Yoongi croaks.
Jimin suddenly lifts Yoongi's leg onto his shoulder before grabbing Yoongi by the hips, then angling his hips a little differently as he fucks into him again with the force of a jackhammer.
"Fuck!" Yoongi throws his head back with a yell.
Every thrust hits Yoongi square in his still sensitive prostate and it quickly becomes too much to bare.
With one last pitched moan, Yoongi releases for the second time, completely untouched, gasping and tensing like a bow string as his cock twitches, painting their chests and stomachs with his come.
Yoongi tightening around him paired with his utterly fucked-out expression are enough to send Jimin toppling right after him.
Jimin groans as he comes, hips stilling as he fills the condom.
A few beats later, with a drawn out groan, Jimin pulls out of Yoongi before collapsing next to him on the bed.
After a few seconds of panting and their breath seems to be evening out, Jimin moves closer to Yoongi, pressing his forehead against his shoulder.
Yoongi brings a hand up to run through Jimin's damp hair.
"Topping is exhausting," Jimin sighs with a chuckle after more silence.
Yoongi scoffs, hitting his shoulder softly with a huff.
"Hey, don't hit me! I just did you a great service... twice," he giggles with a pleased smile as he pulls the blanket over them.
Yoongi attempts to scowl, but his stare has no heat behind it. Only fondness.
Jimin tilts his head up to kiss the corner of Yoongi's lips and Yoongi meets him, their lips moving lazily together.
It's gentle and soft as Yoongi smiles against Jimin's mouth.
"So, it was good?" Jimin teases, nudging their noses together.
"You proved your point, Park. I should have never doubted you," Yoongi whispers with a chuckle, cupping the back of Jimin's neck to guide him into another kiss.
"You know," Jimin starts after disconnecting from Yoongi, smile morphing into that devilish smirk again. "I wouldn't be opposed to you showing me how good you are."
Yoongi huffs out a quiet laugh. "Is this what we're going to do now? Trade off who tops and bottoms to show off our skills in bed?"
Jimin chuckles along with him and shifts so their eyes can meet. He's smiling so sweetly with a hint of teasing. "Like I said, I wouldn't be opposed."
Yoongi and Jimin stare at each other for a long while before Jimin speaks again.
"Hyung, I-I... I know we're friends but, I do want to do this again. I don't want it to just be tonight..." he says, voice sounding smaller. More timid.
"Do you perhaps, like me, Park Jimin?" Yoongi asks, squeezing Jimin a little tighter against his side.
"Obviously," Jimin confirms, still sounding a bit shy. "I mean, as soon as I saw my chance to show you how much I liked you, I took it. I thought that made it pretty obvious."
"You know what else you could have done to make it obvious?" Yoongi quirks a brow. "Told me."
"Well, I'm telling you now," Jimin pouts as he sits up to look down at Yoongi. "I like you. Do, you, um... Do you like me?"
Yoongi nods with a crooked smile. "I do."
"Alright, well... At least now we know. I like you and you like me," he smiles, pretty and sated. "What next?"
Yoongi laughs, sitting up. He looks fondly over Jimin's features before leaning in and brushing their lips together.
"Would you like to go on a date with me, Jiminie?"
"A date?" Jimin raises a brow.
"A date." Yoongi smiles.
"I've never really been on a date before..."
Yoongi's brows shoot up in surprise. "Seriously? Never?"
"Nope," Jimin answers, popping the p.
"I don't believe that," Yoongi eyes him skeptically.
"Why would I lie about that..." Jimin blushes, looking away from Yoongi. "I've hung out with guys before, but I've never been on an official date. It's not like I've never wanted to go on one though."
Yoongi cups Jimin's cheek in his hand, gently guiding him to meet his gaze.
"I'd love to take you on an official date, Jimin."
"You wanna show me how to date, hyung?" Jimin giggles.
"Absolutely I do," Yoongi grins. "This weekend. I'll plan something perfect."
"And then at the end you'll show me how good you are in bed," Jimin winks.
"Don't get ahead of yourself," Yoongi laughs, taking Jimin's hand in his as he stands up from the bed. "I don't usually kiss on the first date."
"Woah, such a gentleman," Jimin teases. "But, I didn't ask for a kiss did I," he grins, climbing off the bed as well, shivering when the cool air hits his skin.
"Where are we going?"
"To the shower. We're sweaty and covered in cum. I'm not sleeping like this."
"Bold of you to assume I'll shower with you," Jimin teases.
"Just shut up and follow me, brat."
Without another word, Jimin presses against Yoongi's side with a giggle.
Thirty minutes later, after the sheets have been changed, fresh pajamas put on, and they are again settled into Jimin's bed (which is much more comfortable than Yoongi's they decide) Yoongi wraps his arms around Jimin's waist, pulling him closer against him as Jimin lets out a content sigh and snuggles his cheek against Yoongi's chest.
"I really like you, hyung," Jimin voices quietly.
Yoongi hums. "And I really like you."
"I also really liked fucking you," Jimin adds, unable to contain his giggles.
"Stop talking right now or I'm cancelling our date," Yoongi quips, biting back a smile as Jimin grumbles under his breath that Yoongi needs to calm down because he was just kidding.
"Night Jiminie," Yoongi sighs before placing a kiss against Jimin's head.
"Night hyung."