Where it is necessary to dedicate your free time to soft kissable lips every chance you get.
kissing | teasing
***
Yoongi clicked the "x" and ended the live. He stretched his back and rubbed the strain in his neck.
That felt really good. It was also a nice short break amidst the busy time they had lately. Their shedules often ended up back to back and although he felt tired by the end of all activities, everything they did felt so rewarding.
He stretched his lips in a lazy content smile and breathed out a sigh. A part of him wanted to stay longer but a bigger part of him couldn't wait to deal with a menace behind the glass door.
"It’s over, come on in. I know you’ve been listening on us, Jimin-ah!" he said loudly and suppressed an amused laugh.
The door opened almost without a sound.
He heard quiet footsteps approaching him from behind and no more than a moment later he felt warm hands landing on his shoulders, rubbing them gently but determingly.
So broad and still so soft, Jimin thought, running his hands all over Yoongi's shoulders.
"That was fun, wasn’t it?" he said in a soft calming voice, "I always feel better after the live".
"Hmmm", Yoongi managed to hum before adding, "It was a bit exhausting too".
Jimin glanced down and yes, surely his hyung was speaking in pout again.
He looked at his love’s inviting lips, tinted red from either make up or excessive nibbling.
I can do the nibbling instead, preferably daily, the younger thought. The studio lights and shadows were making him look even more desirable than usual.
Or maybe he just missed him. Missed like you do sometimes, even if the said person is right next to you, withing your reach and you see each other almost every day. Yoongi tilted his head back and saw Jimin already looking at him.
"Come here", he whispered quietly.
Jimin immediately stopped touching his shoulders, walked around the chair the elder was sitting in and leaned over him. He was getting closer and closer, so close that the producer could destinguish the hint of lilly perfume he put on just this morning, but then he stood straight and carefully climbed Yoongi’s lap after giving a too-innocent smile.
"Brat", Yoongi breathed and his hands finally landed on the perfectly carved waist.
"Uh-huh", Jimin said, "And?"
Yoongi chuckled and one of his hands went up to Jimin’s silky locks, running through them like it was something he did for years.
Well, actually...
"What have you been up to?" the elder asked tucking a particularly stubborn lock behind his lover’s ear.
It's been peaceful lately, except for the bickering over all things possible, from music production to building new bookshelves in their place. They've always been this way, but as years passed the undertone changed.
It was laced with more endearment, patience, tinted with little knowing smiles and calmness.
It was reassuring. Yoongi's always been more of a listener and an observer.
So he gladly sat there enjoying Jimin’s soft angelic voice chirping about the new menu they had in cafeteria, stoically enduring all the little excited bouncing he did, most likely subconsciously. He’s too adorable, he thought, everyone around him needs to take additional heart supplements to cope with his natural lively energy.
"How long do we have til the gym session?" Yoongi asked when there was a lull in the younger’s monologue.
"About half an hour maybe? Why?"
Yoongi sighed and putting his hand on the back of Jimin’s neck slowly but firmly pulled him into a languid kiss.
He felt the plush lips parting in surprise and suppressed the urge to smile. His beloved giggled and happily replied with confident moving of lips on lips and it felt like just something he needed to get through the rest of the day.
Jimin felt like he was melting.
He enjoyed the feeling of Yoongi's hands engulfing his waist. He kissed and caressed his hyung's lips thoroughly, enjoying the tiny quiet sounds he was making. He has to record him one day. Jimin’s sly fingers already moved to Yoongi's earlobe and were teasing him mercilessly while the elder rummaged his hands around the slender waist trying to get under the oversized cardigan that hid warm skin beneath. His hands went down and rubbed Jimin’s thighs clad in some kind of pants that let him feel every tensed muscle of his legs.
"A-ah, hyung!" Jimin said right away waving his finger before Yoongi’s face, "Hyungnim, if we go there, we will never work out today".
"Which isn’t a bad idea..." he threw a coquettish glance at his lover and the elder felt like he could combust
"But I wanted to try and not skip a single session if I can help it. So let’s go!"
He giggled because Yoongi started protesting all the while gathering his phone and a gym bag, following the younger outside the studio.
"But you know", the angel said turning aroung after they walked out the door, "How about I issue some special prizes? For especially.. hard-working producers who complete their fitness routine tonight?"
About some moments Yoongi and Jimin shared on and off cameras.
***
Jimin is infuriating.
They were all sat around the table, about to switch on the v app, checking their looks or scrolling through their phones. The younger was sat next to him, apparently very fascinated with the black t shirt Yoongi himself was wearing because he kept fiddling with its wide sleeve.
- What are you doing? - he drawled lazily. Jimin just giggled sweetly while continuing to lift the sleeve to trace his hyung's bicep and shoulder.
- I'm just an innocent observer, Suga-hyung.
His fingers were tentatively reaching further and further, blunt nails grazing the pale skin.
It was truly annoying. Because the moment he would look him in the face the younger would just cover his mouth with his cute stubby fingers and emit his melodious giggles and boy, was it getting to him. Indeed it was, because the dancer carried on during the live as well, but only with his denim clad thighs.
Yoongi was getting hot and bothered and all he wanted to do is to turn those sweet little laughs into songs of passion.
- Was it funny to you? - he whispered in Jimin's ear hours later while caging him against the closed door of his hotel room.
- Yeah, - the younger replied with the smirk on wet plump lips, - And totally worth it.
* black dress shirt *
Yoongi looked so damn well in a black dress shirt.
It was a globally known fact, as well as his chest being a statement. It was nicely hugging his buff form, making his shoulders and pecs look especially delicious.
Jimin appreciated that a lot.
The material was a bit shiny but all the young man could think about is that chest, shiny and glistening, right above him. He was trying not to squirm too much and cover up his coughs with laughing when Yoongi was rubbing his knee or thigh, every touch igniting a wave of adrenaline and want inside him.
And how dare he do it while talking about a marriage drive through?? After they were done he almost ran towards his room, Yoongi hot on his tail.
With a soft clicking the door locked and they were left face to face, both panting, with reddened cheeks.
- Love the shirt, hyung, - Jimin sassed, trying to regain his breath, - Y-you look stunning.
The elder gave him a once-over.
- You're not so bad yourself, Park Jiminie.
- Yeah? - the young man giggled but was faced with the hand of his hyung lifted up in front of him.
- Don't, - he said curtly.
- What? - Jimin was dumbfounded.
Yoongi groaned, not moving his hand:
- It’s bad enough you look delectable as you are... but those damn laughs, Jimin-ah? - he looked him straight in the eyes, palm on his own chest how, - My heart can't take that!
- Oh, YOU! - Jimin laughed and pushed him to walk back until they landed on a soft bed, - off, everything off, right now! - he paused in the middle of sliding his slacks down his thighs, - but maybe... keep that shirt on?
Yoongi only raised his eyebrow up before complying anyway.
*studio time *
- Two, three, four! - Yoongi signaled and pressed the record button.
Yet again they were in the studio recording a guide for a song.
The producer wasn't sure as of yet where this track will go or even how it will develop further. Maybe it was partially a good excuse to drag the younger in his abode to relish in the velvety flavour of his voice. Once they were done he saved the file and turned his full attention to the younger.
Jimin walked up closer and lifted his hand to grasp and gently tug at locks of his hair.
- It has grown really well, hyung, - he said, looking all over his head. - Suits you so nicely.
- You think so? - he rasped.
He liked it himself a lot.
- Yeah, you're gorgeous, - Jimin all but whispered.
Yoongi felt himself blushing.
Does he have to be so blunt all of a sudden?
- You just like teasing me, Jimin-ah, - he pouted and tried turning away.
He felt a strong urge to work on that track, any track in fact, so he could stop facing this pretty boy giving out compliments like candy.
But he couldn't move a single inch. In a swift motion Jimin grabbed the armrests of his chair to keep it in place.
He moved closer to his ear only to whisper:
- You blush so prettily, hyung. I have to see it closely. Where else do you blush? May I?
Yoongi didn't have to think hard.
He nodded in agreement and soon he felt dainty hands leaving playful touches and unbuttoning his clothes.
Jimin relentlessly teased and rubbed at the silky smooth skin, squeezing in all the right places, keeping his touches gentle but precise. Soon Yoongi had a lapful of the dancer, wriggling to settle comfortably and leaving featherlight kisses all over his neck and jawline.
His arms were circled around the elder's neck, hands playing with long silky locks, tugging and twirling them as he pleased.
- A-ah, Minnie, - he felt short nips on his clavicle and tried to hold himself from full on grinding up to the younger.
He grabbed his slender waist for support and tried to coax Jimin to relocate to the couch but with no avail.
- I'm starting to think you like this chair more than me, darling, - Yoongi grumbled, - If that's the case you can just have it, you know?
- I know, - the other replied instantly and okay, that was so obviously intentional, gods, Yoongi's blood pressure has never been this high.
He wanted to grab his lover in his arms and drag to their bedroom for a week or two.
Jimin leaned back to full on gaze into his hyung’s eyes.
- I do it because every time you come to sit here, right before your mind gets lots in work, I want you to have me in your thoughts. He said it with a beaming smile but his eyes were dead serious.
It was silent for a few moments, which Jimin used to his advantage and kept gently booping the elder's nose with his pointer finger.
- You're so annoying. - Yoongi said with finality.
- I know.
- You're infuriating me, - he whined.
Jimin snorted:
- Oh, I know.
- Every day I suffer because of Park Jimin.
- Must be fate then, - Jimin whispered so close to his lips, breaths mingling.
They may have been used to the flow and rhythm of a tight schedule but it never gets much easier.
Today seemed to last even longer than yesterday’s show. He was getting a bit jittery with time, probably due to the building tension.
Jimin only got to see his hyung between outfit changes albeit briefly.
He didn’t get the chance to exchange even a couple of words.
The things he is still getting used to deep down. They always maintained the distance at work, polished to perfection.
But as it has always been, as the weeks have gone by, getting them farther and father from the last kind of break they had, the fatigue slowly started collecting in their bodies. It showed in more tired-than-usual eyes and in the slouch in their shoulders.
Jimin lifted his head and was met with a set of piercing eyes, the intense kind of look he knew all too well.
He immediately felt much better and gave his hyung a small smile only to get just as small one in return.
He sighed.
He couldn’t wait for this shoot to be over.
After they were done, everyone trailed to their respective cars, their silent promise of later burning in the back of Jimin’s mind. They both decided to skip dinner and went about their usual evening routine, catching up on the show with others and fiddling with their phones.
But soon the wait got almost unbearable, so they excused themselves and locked in Yoongi’s room. - Now, now , - Yoongi stopped Jimin, who already tucked his playful fingers inside the waistband of his hyung’s sweatpants, - My rules today, remember?
He smirked his typical attractive way and the younger felt a wave of heat rushing through all of his body. - Can’t hear you, - Yoongi rasped and gently but securely took a hold of Jimin's elbows, beckoning him closer.
- Yeah, - he said softly, ready to melt at the sound of his favourite voice. Yoongi pulled him closer chest to chest and cupped his face. He traced his lips with his thumb and then covered the younger’s mouth with his.
Jimin fit his hands to reach hyung’s chest, caressing the tensed pecs and hardened nipples hidden under the sweatshirt with his palms. He traced the biceps, pressing harder and harder as Yoongi kissed him more intensely.
The elder was moving his lips slowly but precisely, thoroughly licking into his mouth and lightly biting his plush lower lip. He stopped and pressed their foreheads together.
- Kitten? - he whispered.
- Yeah?
Jimin lifted his gaze up and saw his lover’s darkened eyes hiding behind a long fringe.
Yoong! already looked a little worked up, but to be fair, J!min was no better. - Just so you know, I’m going to put that mouth to a good use tonight, - he kept on tracing his spit-slicked lips again and again, dipping his finger in to touch a soft pink tongue.
The younger was eager to latch onto it, teasing him further as if to test his limits. - Are you gonna be good and take what I give you?
- Yes, hyung, - Jimin whispered and was immediately pulled into another heated kiss.
He felt Yoongi walking him further until he hit the bed and sat on it, guiding the younger to kneel between his spread legs. - Now take your clothes off, - he asked but then added, - except this pretty jumper, I wonder where you got it from?
Jimin looked down on his sweater paws and of course, it wasn’t his at all.
- It’s hyung’s, - he said, slightly smiling.
- You did it on purpose, right, - he grabbed his lover’s blushing cheeks, leaving another peck on his lips.
They quickly undressed and it wasn’t long until Jimin was on his knees again, touching Yoongi's thighs, admiring his proudly standing cock. Yoongi was looking down at him, as if wondering what to do next.
But of course Jimin knew he already planned everything like he always does.
Yoongi took a hold of his shaft and guided it to Jimin’s mouth. - Open up for hyung, - he rasped, lightly slurring words together and tapping the full lips with the head of his cock.
Jimin opened his mouth and tried to move but the elder stopped him. - Don’t move much, kitten, you’re only assisting me tonight.
Seeing a questioning look from his lover he added, - Just slick it up nicely for me, babe.
Jimin eagerly did what was asked of him, wetting his hyung's cock again and again until the other was satisfied. Yoongi backed his girth away from Jimin's mouth and started slowly moving his hand up and down, tracing the head with his thumb, shuddering when he touched especially sensitive spots. His other hand was buried in his kitten's hair, not pulling but holding firmly, keeping close to his cock but not close enough to reach.
He beckoned him even closer, grabbing his neck, his fingertips almost reaching the inked crescent on the nape. Yoongi felt the younger's breath on his balls and straightened him up while still keeping him within his reach.
He loved being watched and he knew he was being watched very carefully right now.
He started moving more enthusiastically, putting on a good show. He knew the younger was desperate but loved being pushed to his limit.
Jimin looked so desirable with his glinting eyes, reddened cheeks and wearing Yoongi's oversized clothes that already magically slipped off one if his shoulders, exposing a deliciously looking clavicle. Yoongi fisted his girth, intermittently tracing the veins, holding the shaft delicately, changing the pace, thrusting in between the fingers in short snaps, gently tapping the head with his palm from time to time.
- Again, he stopped fisting his dick and put it inside the heat of the younger’s mouth.
Jimin generously coated it with saliva, almost moaning at the taste.
His eyes began to burn with tears, as he was rubbing his thighs together desperately. But that only seemed to edge him without giving a desired effect.
- How does it feel to be a cock wetter, kitten? – Yoongi slurred while starting to slightly move inside his mouth.
- ‘ov it, - Jimin mumbled, - love it so much, hyung.
- Good, - he said, - You’re being so good for me now.
He started thrusting into his mouth with more fervor. - Keep it open for me, Min-ah, - he was slightly out of breath.
Jimin's own cock was rock hard, ready to burst any moment if he touched it just right.
But he knew, if he endured it, the reward would be worth it. He looked at his beloved.
He could see his bangs stuck to his forehead and his buff chest glistening right above him.
Not a minute later he heard his hyung whispered ‘fuck’ and felt warm liquid delightfully filling his mouth.
- Ah, come here, - Yoongi whispered after catching a breath.
He helped the younger get up, cradling his shaking thighs, kneading his asscheeks and fitting all of his hard length in his welcoming mouth. Jimin felt like he could cry in relief.
Yoongi got off his cock with a wet pop and asked:
- Fuck my mouth, kitten, wanna feel you, - and eagerly opened his cute mouth. It didn’t take him long to reach his peak and release inside his hyung's mouth who thoroughly milked him to the last drop and sighed in pleasure.
Tired but sated, they traded soft long kisses in the privacy of their room like they had all the time in the world now.
Jimin who lives above the tattoo shop he owns, gets a new neighbour, an ex gang member Yoongi. He asks Jimin to help him in various instances as he designs his clothing line and Jimin gets to witness his inked body and pierced nipples a lot. A whole lot.
It was a universally acknowledged fact that breaks between sessions were for gossip. Just as the stomping of the boots of another satisfied client disappeared behind the front door of the tattoo shop, Jungkook rushed to the counter where Jimin had just taken a payment.
"Hyung, you're never going to guess who your new neighbour is".
The tattoo artist sighed. It's been a pain that lasted several years already. Jimin lived in the apartment just above the shop which was admittedly very convenient considering he was not just the owner but also one of the core employees. What was extremely inconvenient was the flat just next to him.
During the past several years it changed multiple owners and all of them were less desirable as your typical annoying neighbours. One of them was simply creepy, always appearing out of nowhere with more than inappropriate questions. Then there was a couple that made the obvious mistake marrying each other unless they were preparing for shouting Olympics. Then there was a shady guy who had just as shady people coming over up until he was arrested.
Jimin thought he was doomed to have a string of weird neighbours forever up until recently. The new owner of the flat seemed pretty civilized and talked to him politely when they bumped into each other on the stairs. The artist had to do a double take because the sight of a pretty mama carrying a box with flower pots and who had the hair tied in a messy bun was very attractive.
Only Jimin wasn't trustful of the exterior anymore. He asked his coworker and his good friend Jungkook run a check on this person and prayed they were at least somewhat decent.
"I checked your neighbour. You can relax, hyung. I guess".
"What do you mean, you guess?"
The younger man leaned in closer conspiratively as if they weren't they only two people in the shop at the moment.
"He is a relatively famous influencer, not of the wild kind, just classy products and reviews. He has sponsorship from local brands and a couple of overseas contracts".
"How do you learn all these things?"
"It was public information, hyung. Also there are many unconfirmed rumors".
"Oh, are we going to gossip right now?"
"Don't tell me you don't do this, hyung", Jungkook laughed at the way Jimin's face scrunched, "Yoongi is rumored to be the White Tigers' leader's widower".
Jimin gasped.
"What?", he whispered, "But it's been ages since then!"
"If you think about it, Min must have just turned legal back then. So it hasn't been that long".
"Do you think he still has connections?"
"I wouldn't be surprised".
Great, Jimin thought, Yoongi was connected with a previously existing gang that made a lot of noise in their city some time ago. It didn't matter that much nowadays when most of them are eliminated but just think about his luck? Should he stay away? That would be quite difficult to do. The couple of times that he came across Yoongi on accident, all the artist wanted to do was to prolong their meeting, converse with him more and now it was a little scary to talk to him. However hot he was.
"Don't fall victim of the stereotypes", Jungkook added as if he could read his thoughts, "Look at me, look at yourself. There's a stigma against us too and we haven't done anything wrong".
"I'll think about it", the artist said, hoping that the appearing of the new neighbor won't bring him much trouble.
Alas, the trouble has started in an unconventional way.
Jimin received a knock on the door in the ungodly hours of the morning. His shop sometimes worked late into the night, especially if he took on complicated designs. And when he briefly glanced at the clock before slumping onto bed lifeless it was around three in the morning.
He got up with a whine and shuffled towards the front door. He looked in the peephole and saw his new neighbor standing there in what could be his home gown. Thinking that something must have happened he hastily open the door and was met with Yoongi's sweet adorable smile.
"Good morning", he chirped if that word could be used to describe a beautifully deep voice, "Are you Park Jimin?"
"This would be me, yes", he confirmed, "We've seen each other a couple of times, you just moved here".
"I have indeed. I'm Min Yoongi. Nice to meet you".
"Likewise", Jimin rasped, feeling dead tired.
"Hope I'm not interrupting you?"
"Not at all", Jimin said, ignoring the urge to yawn.
Yoongi's voice, though cheerful, could well have been a lullaby for him right now. It had an unusually calming effect.
"I'm in a bit of a situation here, Jimin-ssi. I was trying something on and I can't seem to... M-m, maybe you could help me?"
"Surely I can help you, Yoongi-ssi, what seems to be the problem?"
Yoongi looked to the sides. There weren't many apartments on his floor but there were still a few.
"Well, maybe not right here", he pointedly looked at the tattoo artist.
"Oh", Jimin hurried to step aside, "Please, come in. Sorry, I'm a bit of out of it in the mornings".
"Happens to anyone, doesn't it?"
Jimin locked the door and felt that soon as he invited his neighbour in, it wasn't right to do whatever he wanted in the hallway.
"Would you like to come in? I think we will be more comfortable there", he motioned into the direction of the lounge.
"Thank you, you're very sweet".
This Min Yoongi surely knew how to get what he wanted, Jimin thought in admiration and followed his neighbour in hopes to help him out as soon as possible and go back to bed.
When they both stood in the middle of the room, Yoongi just said "Here" and turned his back to Jimin. In a matter of a second he shrugged his thin gown off his shoulders and Jimin witnessed his broad back with a gorgeous tiger tattoo.
"Oh... what?"
Jimin felt like he was in a dream. Until Yoongi shook him out if it.
"There, the clasps? I can't seem to get them to fasten. If you don't manage to do that either I'll just blame the manufacturer since they have a defect".
Only then Jimin noticed the bra that Yoongi had on. It was lacy and honestly, who would notice it with the sight like that?
He pulled at the material and tried to fasten the bra. It was a slight struggle, if he could say that. Because he attempted multiple times but ultimately failed.
"Sorry, Yoongi-ssi, this doesn't seem to be working at all", he said with finality.
"That's okay, I'll have them replaced then", he responded with no signs of regret and turned around, "Thank you for your help, Jimin-ssi".
"You're... welcome".
"Do you think I can ask you again if needed? I don't really know anyone around here".
"Of course, go straight to me", Jimin quickly replied with a smile and followed to see Yoongi out.
He closed the door and pushed his forehead against its surface. He was about to lose it. Yoongi's bra was all but see-through, with the thin lace of it not hiding anything, absolutely anything. Including his pink nipples that just so happened to be neatly pierced. Never mind the milkers of the size that might be just a tad big for his own hands.
Needless to say that he didn't manage to get into his bed to sleep right away.
Since that day occurrences like this started happening quite regularly. Yoongi would knock on his door and ask him to adjust, unclasp or otherwise help him with all those little things that anyone struggles with from time to time. He even visited him in his studio a couple of times in his breaks after Jimin suggested it. And during his assistance Jimin would find out more and more about Yoongi's business, his clothing line that was his baby.
It was designed for people of the similar physique as him and he paid great attention to the details. But soon as he was working without an assistant, he sometimes required a hand. Or maybe two hands. And then maybe a pair of eyes that could observe his creations and a mouth to praise which Jimin eagerly gave.
He was truly happy to help Yoongi and they have gotten much closer. The only inconvenience was his state after Yoongi would go back to his place to apply the needed adjustments. Because the pieces he demonstrated were far from casual. They were daring, teasing, exciting. Jimin never thought he liked lingerie that much but now he was a conosseur. Or simply an admirer of that curvy elegant body.
He was intent on sticking to the boundaries but Yoongi had a different idea. Every time he was becoming just like his creations: daring and teasing. And Jimin welcomed that with open arms.
It was a quiet day in the studio. It was a public holiday too so there weren't any sessions throughout the day and Jimin was done with his earlier that morning. He was fiddling with the new equipment he received in his room where he did all the procedures when he heard a knock behind the black curtain.
"Come in", he said, not averting his eyes from the new tattoo gun.
"Jimin-ah, are you busy?"
It was Yoongi who was standing at the entrance wearing his home gown again.
"I'm not, hyung. Did you come here like that?"
Yoongi simply shrugged and moved over to the cushioned table where Jimin did all the tattoos.
"Not to worry, I locked the door behind myself and flipped the sign. Hope you don't mind".
"Not at all. I thought I've done that before. I was thinking about this new equipment and it must have slipped my mind".
"Well, would you like to take a break and look at something else?"
Yoongi's voice dripped like honey. Jimin straightened up and turned towards his hyung.
"And what would that be? Will it be worth my time?" he asked teasingly.
Two can play that game.
"You better see for yourself".
And with that he tugged at the belt of his silky robe. Jimin immediately stepped closer to him.
"Should I unwrap you like a present, hyung? The one just for me?"
Yoongi nodded with a soft chuckle. Jimin put his hands on Yoongi's shoulders and the gown floated off them in waves, revealing a simple yet elegant bandeau that hugged Yoongi's milkers perfectly. It was made out of beige lace and together with tattoos that were adorning the elder's body it looked wonderful.
"Can I have a look there?" Jimin asked quietly, tugging at the lacy hem.
Yoongi nodded again and Jimin pulled the garment down to his waist, freeing his voluminous breasts.
"Gorgeous, hyung", he said, cupping the soft mounds, "Can I?"
"You can do whatever you like", Yoongi offered generously.
Jimin sprung into action. He all but scooped Yoongi up and sat in a leather armchair nearby. He pulled Yoongi on his lap, facing him and his chest. Yoongi's hands wasted no time reaching the waistband of Jimin's sweatpants and pulling them down, doing the same with his lacy panties. Their cocks rubbed along each other and Yoongi swiftly wrapped his hands around them both, moving his palms up and down the both lengths.
Jimin put his mouth on Yoongi's pierced nipple. He mouthed at it, alternating between the two of them, played with the bars and the pert nubs, suckling and licking with abandon. He softly grabbed the areolas with his lips, moaned into Yoongi's skin at every upstroke the elder performed on their cocks.
He's been picturing it in his head enough times to not think about technicalities and simply marveling at the feeling of Yoongi's nipples on his tongue, in the sensation of his palms on his stiff cock, on the taste of his skin that he licked and gently sucked.
Yoongi grunted and moaned as he moved his hips in short motions, trying to match the rhythm of his hands. He softly whined that he was about to come and that arousing sound was what pushed Jimin over the edge. He felt Yoongi's release staining his lower belly and mixing with his but he couldn't care less, far too busy with kneading his round boobs and playing with the piercings in them.
"Jimin-ah, ah! I'm afraid if you carry on like that we'll be stuck here for hours", Yoongi panted into the top of his head.
Jimin finally let go of his chest in order to claim those pouty lips.
"You don't sound like you're very against that hyung, correct me if I'm wrong".
"Well, as nice as it is, maybe you have a more secluded place in mind?"
Jimin laughed and nodded frantically. He was thinking that next time, for sure, he'll be the one to invite Yoongi over to his place. Not the other way around.
But then, pressing Yoongi into his mattress, he decided that formalities meant nothing. As long as he gets to have the beautiful mama next to him like that, gets to praise and worship his body down to the last inked line.
A joint corporate party in a hotel brings bonuses to the employees of both partnership companies, because both alpha Jimin and vampire Yoongi attend it in hopes of seeing each other again.
futa yoongi | yoonmilkers! | secret relationship | biting, feeding (vampire) | being drunk on blood | consensual sex | ass eating | scenting | knotting
They kind of were news of the year in a small business world. Of course, for two companies of not that big of a size to partner on several projects was already a big deal in this competitive ocean. Fortunately the bosses never hesitated to spend money on celebratory corporate parties that kept the employees happy and grateful which was just a great way of stimulating the working class. And the working conditions and benefits were improving and getting bigger, as they should.
[ fed and knotted series ]
Of course those gatherings weren't perfect but for many it was a good way to meet all the employees of their own company. The workers mingled with various folks and exchanged juicy rumors and surely for some of the employees it was a chance to meet the people from the other company, share the experience and get acquainted with further mutual benefit for themselves.
For Yoongi and Jimin it was a perfect opportunity to see each other again. They met up casually, mostly during those corporate parties. They would socialize or not, depending on which of them to talk about and after a while when their colleagues would start getting slightly tipsy, they would disappear somewhere secluded and convenient to spend time just between them two.
Yoongi noted that the hotel was much nicer than the previous time they had the same event. The food was definitely not better but that was the disease of all corporate parties so he wasn't bothered that much, never mind that he could easily nourish himself by coming home to a stored bunch of bloodbags and feast all night long if he so wanted.
Yoongi smelt the alpha the moment he entered the room and spotted him with his own eyes a bit later. His figure attracted attention even from the distance, even from the other side of the room. The proud set of his shoulders and head held high was so obviously screaming young alpha that the vampire chuckled in his glass of juice. It was fun watching the wolf almost circling him judging by the trajectories he was choosing to walk by. Ah, so Yoongi was the prey tonight? He might play into it, if it gets them two together in a confined space again.
He was sure Jimin smelt him even before he did but they patiently waited until at least an hour was up since beginning of the party, abiding by the unspoken rule they had between each other. Yoongi needed no labels, at least not yet, preferring to take their meetings as gifts given him by chance. It's been rather long since he indulged in anything with another person before meeting the alpha and he preferred not to think about where this might lead. Emotional investment always came with a price and was quite a hard work for him so for now he enjoyed meeting the young man exactly like this. The fact they had to be discreet was too a good bonus. It was thrilling.
The vampire wasn't happy with himself, to be exact with the way he looked today. His clothes were simple and he was pretty content with that, having brand new black jeans with fashionable rips and fishnet tights underneath. They were topped off with an oversized sweater that was swallowing him whole, giving him innocent look, sort of. The rest he didn't choose that precisely.
His washing machine decided to act up and Yoongi couldn't prepare one of his best lingerie sets on time, swarmed with work and his current project on the side. He didn't like hot having enough time and opportunities to get ready. He put together the first clean set of underwear that he managed to grab of the drying rack. It was a simple bra, grey with a white elastic band and matching panties, kind of what he used for sports sometime. His chest still looked really nice in it but somehow he felt like he wasn't one hundred percent prepared to get naked in front of his casual lover.
Not that these efforts were for himself exclusively: the idea of getting dolled up for someone else was nice too. The well thought through outfits gave him all the confidence he needed to feel better, to be more initiative. Probably today he could simply let go and forget about such non meaningful things.
Also, picking his best lingerie pieces in hopes to be extra praised by his casual lover screamed something eery similar to commitment and it was a hard topic for him. Way back when he was just a fledgling still he dreamt of finding a mate, one and only, someone he could bond with for life. But as years passed he has seen way too many tragic stories that put him off of those dreams and made him hesitate to even simply date, like humans do.
Yoongi already stopped himself a couple of times to bite on his nails from being so unsettled. He preferred to have everything planned and even his endeavors with the young alpha were considered sort of negotiated. He breathed in deeply through his nose and exhaled through the mouth. He needed to calm down because Jimin, being the alpha he was, could smell his state and start fretting like he sometimes did, most likely instinctively. Just when he thought about the younger again, Yoongi sensed him coming closer and closer from behind. It wasn't his steps but rather his heavenly scent that became more intense in the air.
"There's my beautiful vampling hyung".
Jimin's low whisper sounded from the side, very close to Yoongi's ear, fanning his sensitive skin with his warm breath. Yoongi shivered and slightly turned his head to the side.
"And here's my handsome alpha", he drawled just as quietly.
Yoongi felt the breath on his nape and wished more than anything to feel those plush lips on his skin. But in any case they stayed in an appropriate line of behavior as they quietly conversed. It was a game they played, the one they enjoyed a little too much. It made him forget about difficult topics looming over his head, the stereotypical and artificially cultivated need to have everything figured out in his life.
"Enjoying the party?" the wolf asked.
"Not really", Yoongi answered, "I already did almost everything I was planning for this evening".
"And what else is it that you need to do?"
"Oh, do you want to know? An alpha, maybe?" he said playfully, low enough for no one to be able to decipher his exact words.
There weren't many people around where they were talking anyway because Yoongi never stayed next to the tables where he picked his drinks from in order to avoid conversations about nothing. The only one he was interested in truly was standing right there, next to him.
"If so then you can freely do it in the comfort of one of the rooms?"
Yoongi turned around at that.
'Have you checked in?" he asked and Jimin discreetly showed him a key card that he was holding in his hand. "Oh, the alpha wants to be fed on so bad?"
The vampire saw the way Jimin's nostrils flared. He was sure the scent he started to emit was strongly affected by his arousal. Yoongi loved taunting him, loved the teasing, knowing how much ahe alpha loved when he behaved like that.
"You're a tempter".
"That I am", Yoongj agreed somewhat with pride, touching Jimin's wrist subtly, searching for the gland there and rubbinb over it.
They walked out of the hall one by one and Yoongi joined the younger who was waiting for him next to the elevators. On the way up Jimin tentatively touched his hand and Yoongi squeezed it tighter with his. The room was spacious and the bed was big and comfortable. The first thing the vampire did was drawing the curtains close and switching on the bedside lights. Immediately the atmosphere changed.
Yoongi didn't get to turn around because strong arms weaved around his waist and Jimin's nose pressed to his neck and he inhaled. The elder tilted his head, giving the alpha more room for scenting. He didn't have to ask, he knew how much Yoongi liked to be scented, to smell his lover on himself for hours after they parted ways.
"Hungry?" Jimin asked softly.
"A bit", Yoongi admitted.
There, in the hall, among both their teams they felt audacious, ready to tease and seduce. But when they eventually were left one on one in a closed space today, everything became slower, more sensual. Jimin left a trail of gentle kisses on Yoongi's neck, travelled lower to the wide neck of the oversized sweater and even lower after pulling it slightly down. He flicked the tip of his tongue over the sharp collarbone and Yoongi decided he couldn't go exactly that slow.
He turned around in a half circle that Jimin's arm on his waist formed and found the younger's lips with his. There was something akin to lightness that spread through him along with the familiar smell and pulsing of the warm wolf blood. It was relief. Yoongi didn't want to admit just how much he missed this feeling when they were kissing, touching each other without restrictions of the public eye.
Yoongi weaved his arms around Jimin's neck and the younger effortlessly lifted him up in his arms, marveling at how strong yet dainty the vampire was. He stepped back towards the bed and controlling his body perfectly, lowered them both on the mattress. Yoongi straddled his hips and kept on kissing his lover, exploring his hot mouth with his tongue. It was getting hotter under the layer of clothes, the heat of the alpha's body easily spread through Yoongi's, urging him to take the unnecessary items off.
"Will you undress me?" Yoongi whispered and Jimin nodded, readily rolling the figure on top of him, placing the vampire on the fresh sheets.
"Let's see what you're hiding this time", Jimin chuckled and Yoongi squirmed, remembering his earlier thoughts.
Jimin took the clothes off the elder with an expression of awe on his face. He immediately started touching the revealed skin, cupped the full round breasts through the grey cotton fabric, stuck his fingers into the white elastic hem of the panties, moving back and forth, teasing the skin of Yoongi's soft belly.
"Beautiful", he whispered and Yoongi's cheeks turned from pink to ruddy.
"Your turn", he said quietly, tugging at the fabric of Jimin's clothes.
The alpha stood up and took his clothes off without any particular rush. His eyes were focused on Yoongi's body, to his attractive face and all his lovely curves. When he was rid of every single item he kneeled on the mattress and crawled on top of the vampire's body, placing kisses on his broad shoulders and sliding his lips over his cleavage. He pulled the bra up and freed Yoongi's breasts, covering one of the nipples with his mouth immediately. Yoongi reached down with his hand and wrapped it around the alpha's stiffened cock, lazily tugging at it while Jimin was having a feast on his tits.
Yoongi noticed how Jimin's unoccupied hand moved to his belly and started to lightly knead it. It was like he didn't even realise he was doing it. His kisses turned more passionate, he suckled on Yoongi's nipples, alternating between the two and the vampire couldn't help but moan quietly at every light nip of the alpha's teeth.
"Hyung, will you present for me?"
Yoongi took in a sharp breath. He knew how much Jimin liked his vamp traits, how curiously he traced his fangs with his teeth, how readily he gave him his blood. Yet, if it was the alpha's fantasy to take Yoongi in a well-known traditional omegan position, he was ready to grant him that.
"Feed me first".
They rolled over again. Yoongi too was a predator so he preferred if his prey submitted to him. Jimin knew that too so he tilted his head without question, only briefly kissing Yoongi's slightly swollen lips. The vampire quickly found the perfect place for a bite. He didn't need to feed, that was more of his caprice, a desire to get a little high on the alpha's blood that influenced him not less strong than a good portion or two of fine whiskey.
He licked the chosen spot and swiftly pierced the skin with his fangs. They elongated slightly, going deeper, and the alpha tensed under him, fighting the instinct to fight, to conquer the being that was feeding off him. Yoongi didn't take much. He drank slowly and neatly, savoring the salty metallic taste of delicious blood. He suckled rather than gulped and stopped when he started feeling a little dizzy. It was the first sign before getting slightly tipsy.
Yoongi thoroughly licked the remnants of the blood that was oozing out of two small wounds. They started to visibly heal very quick under the effect of the vampire's saliva and the wolf's regeneration ability. The elder sloppily kissed Jimin on the mouth and went pliant under the explorations of his tongue.
The alpha rolled them over again and Yoongi felt dizzy once more. He decided to take the position while the effect of the blood was still not as strong. He tried to get rid of the top and the younger quickly helped him with that task. The vampire turned around and went on all fours but then reconsidered, putting his head on his crossed forearms and laying his chest on the mattress. Jimin helped him get rid of the underwear and made him spread his knees even wider.
"Like this?" Yoongi decided to make sure, having never been with an omega wolf in such position.
"Yes, like that is just perfect".
His kisses laid along the elder's spine, slowly descending towards his lower back. Jimin caressed the round globes of his butt and spread them with his thumbs, licking a tentative stripe over his rim. Yoongi only sighed, relaxing and arching his body more prominently, showing his eagerness despite his drowsy state. It was almost impossible to predict how the blood will affect a vampire or if there would be much of an effect at all. Yoongi felt like his body was lighter than before and a pleasant white noise filled his ears.
Jimin was licking at sucking on his entrance with a dedication of a hungry wolf that finally got to what he was deprived of. The room filled with wet smacking noises and low rumbles from the alpha. Yoongi grasped at the sheets, doing his best to stay up on his knees. He could feel the vibrations coming from Jimin's mouth spreading to his lower belly. Maybe it was his vivid imagination but he all but dissolved in his lover, went putty and let the alpha lead, following the quiet instructions to bend more or spread his legs wider.
Yoongi relaxed so much he almost missed the moment when Jimin started preparing him. He had no will to move much and stayed still as he took two and then three of the lubed up fingers. Jimin couldn't stop touching him, his hand played with his balls and squeezed his thighs, slid over his back and rubbed his tummy in circles.
"Hurry, alpha", Yoongi mumbled, still kind of drunk on blood.
Jimin chuckled and manhandled Yoongi to lay on his back. He was like plasticine, going wherever Jimin directed him to.
"Wanna see your face", the alpha said quietly and wrapped Yoongi's smooth legs around his waist.
The vampire gripped his sheets as the younger was slowly sliding inside him. It felt hot, the contrast in the temperature of two bodies was not as sharp anymore but was still significant. Yoongi felt him deep inside him, spreading warmth all over his lower belly, reaching right where he wanted. Jimin stilled, letting his lover adjust and then began moving. He wasn't as fast as they were before, he seemed to be savouring every thrust yet it didn't make it any less pleasurable. It was like they already took the edge of the novice of their time together and now they had a different purpose: to pace, to enjoy, to match to each other's bodies.
Yoongi was fisting the sheets above his head, keeping his hands away from his own cock. He was aching and hard from the jabs to his prostate but he wanted to come untouched, to prolong this beautiful torture, to stay somewhere in the edge before the inevitable peak. He had to be honest with himself, he didn't quite expect the young wolf to go as slow all the time from beginning to finish and was happily surprised with this discovery. Because he loved it a lot, especially after the feeding.
Jimin leaned in to scent him again. His face happened to be right above his breasts and he rubbed at his chest, alternating it with small licks. Maybe that too was his new thing. He kept thrusting at the perfect angle and Yoongi only got to groan once before spilling between their heated bodies all over his belly. The alpha plunged in faster and soon released inside the vampire, with his knot expanding and locking them together. It didn't feel as big as it did for the first time Yoongi was knotted by him, maybe because he was so immensely relaxed.
He felt sleepy, coming to the crash that was impossible to avoid after drinking when he was not overly hungry. He searched for Jimin's lips almost blindly and licked all over them, making Jimin giggle.
"Shh", he calmed down the overly eager vampire, heavily scenting him and running fingers through his hair.
"You smell heavenly", Yoongi slurred with his eyes closed, unable to think about anything else.
He felt full and content, warmed up and safe. The last was definitely due to the pheromones the alpha coated him with and the elder loved it. It felt like belonging.
The obligatory events were the most boring thing to have at the end of the year. Despite the nice music and pleasant atmosphere it still wasn't his cup of tea. He'd prefer a read in a quiet cafe on his one or just napping in front of the telly under the warm quilt.
[ fed and knotted series ]
The smell of pine and other "festive" scents were seeping even through the powerful neutralizing system the building had. That irked him a little - his firm was specializing in engineering and installing those systems, this building, this very hall included. He checked his phone and saw no messages or alerts on the matter and decided to let it go for now.
After greeting a couple of dozen people he believed he was familiar with, Yoongi stopped following who he said good evening to and who he hasn't yet. His battery was running low and he got tired of socializing. He stepped away, hoping he will be looking unapproachable enough for others to pass him with a minimal gesture of acknowledgement, inclined their heads, for example, instead of exchanging meaningless pleasantries.
He stood away from the crowd, leaning on one of the pillars of the luxurious hall, watching the couples and groups chatting and laughing and thought how he did his best as the boss and he didn't need to keep being social anymore. Yet again he was thankful for his own employees who just politely waved at him across the room and let him be, knowing him better than the rest of the beings here.
Yoongi looked at the table in front of him - all the variety of food and drinks there was of high quality and that was something that pacified him a little. He was glad one of the companies his firm was in partnership with splurged on high quality treats, most of them looking very much desirable to eat. He remembered all those corporate parties he had to attend back when he was just starting - the appetizers there were impossible to look at without tears in his eyes. They were not edible even for humans who were notorious for taking anything in their mouths and still surviving.
As for vampires like Yoongi, the choice of what to take was limited. Not all foods were suitable for their bodies and the options varied from individual to individual. He looked at several bottles of wine and chose a semi-sweet red one that he was familiar with. He picked some bitter chocolate treats that seemed to have been made just for him - beautifully molded roses and other flowers, cute cartoon characters that made him smile before they melted on his tongue.
Yoongi wasn't too hungry yet but because of the boredom, his mind reverted to his apartment, to his kitchen, where inside a separate fridge he stored blood bags of exquisite quality. Just thinking about it made his gums itch. He'd feed just because he had nothing else to do, noone to take to his hotel room either. Drinking directly from the source was more of an entertainment than a feeding preference since he could go without it for long periods of time, having trained his body to be on the maximum level of independence.
The annual party was held in a luxurious hotel and last year was fantastic because he booked a room in the beginning of the party which was occupied by the end of the night with not just him but a couple of fairies who smelled like three course meal consisting of all his favourites. They were insatiable and it took him all his supernatural strength and stamina to last throughout the night. That was an unbelievably good start of the year but now he decided not to book a room at all. Whatever happens, he'll take it. He was open to sudden opportunities.
His mood swings were weird lately and though he wasn't a fledgling anymore and his maturing point has passed long ago, his hormones were going haywire all of a sudden, he would get weird cravings or just periods where he would be extremely unmotivated to do anything both with his hobbies or his body. He blamed the stress of the workload that was typical for the end of the year and inability to have long periods of time for proper rest. Maybe he craved something new, something different, soon as whatever he tried before has become bland and the opposite of inspiring.
He stood there for some time, sipping on his wine and thoughts floating somewhere far away when he was brought back to reality by a scent. The one that attracted him instantly. It was faint at first and then got more intense. Spicy, delicious, fresh, all in one, a beautiful mix that didn't identify with anything he knew of. Where was it coming from? With the neutralizing system even the use of much perfume was futile, it was fading into nothing within half an hour, even the most expensive and long lasting ones. So how could this scent stay here for long enough to reach him?
The scent could have belonged to any of the guests if not for the fact that it was close to impossible. Yoongi looked around subtly, even though all he wanted to do is chase that mouthwatering aroma with all his supernatural might. He ran his tongue over his teeth and yes. His fangs peeked, just a little, indicating that the smell was definitely belonging to a person, a person with blood. With a kind of blood that would be very tasty for the vampire. He was buzzed with a newfound want, the desire to pursue, to hunt, to obtain.
His eyes went through all of his surroundings again. Now that he's smelt something that triggered his instincts, everyone in the room looked even bleaker than before. Like a black and while film, they moved and talked and laughed and sparked absolutely nothing in Yoongi's chest. Except maybe one person that caught his attention.
The said person was standing next to the table where Yoongi chose his wine. A fine lithe figure, that type that had this dainty demeanor, deceiving vilnerability that hid power behind. He couldn't tell who that person was, he didn't think he knew him face to face. His side profile was attractive, like it was sculpted by old masters of art. Yoongi's eyes travelled down the creamy satin shirt to the red cardigan and black trousers. They were hugging those legs just right, the shirt was unbuttoned just enough to tease but not give a lot away.
His neck was exposed, the honey like skin on display, slightly shining in the lights of the candelabras. It was calling out to him, begging to be marked. And bitten. It was pretty clear how much effort was put into that look. Simple yet elegant, dressed to impress for sure, carefully thought through from the colour scheme to the gold of the jewellery. Such a looker and yet, the person was standing next to the table with no indication they were in any hurry to move back towards the crowd. Maybe this corner of the room was sort of a hiding place from the rest of the guests.
Yoongi wracked his brain for ideas on how to approach him. But it wasn't needed. The person answered the phone and he heard the distinctive voice that was impossible to forget. It was Park Jimin, one of those people who he signed contracts with this year. Yoongi waited until he was done with the call and finished his drink, approaching the table in search for something else to sip on. And start talking. Who knows, maybe Jimin will too end up on the menu?
He couldn't remember if he ever mentioned his descend, after all it doesn't matter when your relationship is strictly business and doesn't randomly come up in conversations. He didn't even know that's how he looked like, having always interacted by phonecalls and emails only. But he distinctively remembered the soft pleasant voice, easily recognizable also due to his vampire senses.
"Park Jimin?" he asked, approaching the man who had straight posture and was nibbling on a piece of smoked meat.
"Hello", he said politely, "Happy New Year!"
"Happy New Year", Yoongi replied. "I don't think we had the pleasure of seeing each other face to face yet, though we spoke not so long ago".
Yoongi decided to get right into it, not used to much dancing around and preferring for things to go fast. If Jimin would want to extend their conversation elsewhere, he wanted to get to that point as soon as it was possible.
"Wait, Yoongi-ssi? Wow", he threw a quick look at him, noting the red sequin shirt that was complimenting his broad shoulders and matched the crimson sparks in his eyes. "You have beautifil eyes".
He added that with a tiny smirk and that's how the vampire knew he has lost the control over his nature a little. He shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly and leaned his hip on the table, not missing how Jimin's eyes travelled down his body with no shame. Amber flashed in his brown orbs and Yoongi's breath hitched. The quiet gasp might have been quiet for a human but judging by the eyes, Jimin was anything but.
"Yours are pretty too", he noticed, raising his eyebrows suggestively.
They both chuckled at the situation and picked on some more food, noting how good it was this year. But the discussion of dishes couldn't have lasted that long, considering how hungrily their eyes looked anywhere but the appetizers.
"May I pour you a drink?" Jimin offered, motioning at Yoongi's empty glass. "Same one?"
Yoongi nodded in agreement and was about to tell which one he was drinking but Jimin was faster. He took his glass and picked a bottle, taking the cork and getting a smell of the wine from it. Then he set it aside and picked another and only poured the vampire the wine that smelt exactly like his glass.
"Thank you", Yoongi said, taking his drink, "That was impressive".
Jimin raised his own glass and they cheered for their meeting. The wine did little to quench his thirst but all he could do is try to prolong it until he either feeds from someone or feeds in the privacy of his home. He had pretty good control over it he thought, slowly trailing the prominent vein on Jimin's neck. Most of others would already be all over the young man, coaxing him to share his life liquid with then.
"It would be even easier to identify what you were drinking if the neutralizing system worked well tonight". he noticed with a low hum.
"Did you notice it too? To be honest, I spotted you precisely because I sensed you".
"Just me?" he asked and got a nod of confirmation from the vampire, "I noticed the floral scent and was wondering where it was coming from".
Yoongi coughed and hid his face in his glass, ignoring the pointed look the werewolf was giving him. The dark red liquid though couldn't last forever and at some point he had to set the empty glass back on the table.
"Fine", he said with fake exasperation and with a cute lift of the corners of his lips. "If by "floral" you mean roses that would be me".
"I figured", he smiled back, "But why just you and I? I talked to many people tonight and didn't notice anything out of the ordinary".
"Oh, you know, maybe we're just compatible", Yoongi joked but when he saw the thoughtful expression on the werewolf's face.
He figured it might not be as much of a joke as he supposed.
Jimin had his own assumptions about why he sensed Yoongi so well but he decided to keep that to himself for now. One funny story after another, they felt more comfortable with each other as the evening progressed. Yoongi was funny and witty, a bit of a subtle flirt and Jimin enjoyed responding to him in a similar manner.
One thing led to another and it wasn't surprising to any of them that they were walking away to a hallway that led to the kitchens and staff area, holding each other's hand. It was nice to sneak away considering the official part was over and he had to be present only out of courtesy. Two fairly young men for their species, attractive, bored and possibly compatible - it could only end exactly how it ended. With one of them pressed to the wall by the other.
Yoongi pushed Jimin into the hard surface, applying a bit of more strength, knowing the werewolf can take it. He got into his personal space, got close to his neck and took in gulps of air. The scent was magnificent and made his guts twist from how bad he wanted to lick it off Jimin's body. Preferably from more interesting parts.
Jimin patiently waited for his turn. When Yoongi moved back, he took the vampire by the waist and changed their positions. He pressed Yoongi to the wall and the other heard quiet rumbling that was coming off him. It was deeper than his speaking voice and the sound of it made his nipples pebble. He was sure the bra and the shirt can easily hide it but not for very long. Not when Jimin's attentive eyes were already watching them.
The werewolf's nose sniffed over the skin of his neck. It pressed there at some point, not rubbing, not scenting, just getting to know the vampire. It was a vulnerable crucial moment. His inner wolf could decide that Yoongi, like a predator, was a threat and possible danger and then any close contact in a limited space, especially sexual, could easily turn into a battlefield. Some preferred that, but Yoongi wasn't into it at all.
He may have been the hedonistic type, though he was comfortable to be the one to give and receive pleasure, seek new ways of intimacy, take the most out of every fling. To his relief, Jimin moved back to look at him with a smile that indicated that both he and his inner wolf were very much happy.
They pressed their lips together and Yoongi suppressed the urge to sigh into that touch. He couldn't stop thinking about it since the very moment he saw Jimin's plush lips, the shape and fullness of which were begging to do things to them. Now he could freely lick between them, suckle on the lower one and taste them to his heart's content. He wanted to devour them whole.
Jimin grabbed the vampire's thigh and lifted it up, pressing it close to his waist. He fitted himself in and Yoongi eagerly pulled him in closer. His hands roamed around the prominent biceps, the outline of his pecs, moving lower and lower and never once breaking the feverish kisses. Yoongi's hand wandered past the waistline and palmed at Jimin's hardened bulge. The size was impressive and made him hot under his collar, almost salivating from the need to have it.
"Looking for a knot?" Jimin mused, parting with Yoongi's doll like mouth to plant kisses along his chin and jawline.
"Alpha?" Yoongi asked in surprise, "Ah!"
Jimin growled and hipped at his sensitive neck, pressing impossibly close to the vampire's body. His movements seemed to have become more erratic, his grab on Yoongi's thigh became deliciously bruising. Using his strength he lifted the other man like he was no heavier than a feather, prompting him to cross his ankles on Jimin's back. The show of physical strength only turned him on, he preferred his men to be able to manhandle him and not break into a sweat right away.
"Calling me by my rank? When we've only just met, huh? Such a daring vampling you are", Jimin growled, unbuttoning Yoongi's sparkly shirt on the top and licking along his cleavage.
"You don't like it?" Yoongi pouted.
The blood was rapidly pumping through his veins, making him dizzy and much more hungry than in the start of the evening. He rubbed against the alpha, supported by the strong arms and in the haze of lust he suddenly realized what Jimin's rank comes with.
"I've never tried knotting before", he suddenly dropped in the breathy silence between them.
Jimin stopped holding him up and gently lowered him to stand on the floor. His look was attentive, calculating and Yoongi blushed under it, averting his eyes. The look was too intimidating, too knowing. The thought was so thrilling to him he couldn't wait to get into the werewolf's pants and have a feel of his cock in all ways that were available to him.
"In order to try it, we need to be compatible to some extent for it to work. Do you know that?" he asked, tucking Yoongi's dark locks behind his ear.
"I heard something like that", he mumbled.
All the hushly told storied popped up in his memory. They have always been intriguing to him, making him dream of scenarios where he was speared by thick cocks with large knots. He would want the stunning young man either way, but because he happened to be an alpha who was possessing something he was fascinated with, Yoongi decided he wants it. The sooner the better.
"Or there should be something that triggers it to pop", he continued.
He was always confident in talking about any types of sexual things but somehow this knotting talk was making him flustered, making him blush furiously. It must be because it's still a first of his he was yet to have or maybe because of the pheromones that were surrounding the pair like a thick mouthwatering cloud.
"How about I feed on you?" he suggested, squeezing the lithe waist with his big hands.
"How's that going to help?" Jimin mused.
"Do you doubt my venom can make you pop a knot?" the vampire smirked, demonstrating his elongated fangs.
Various venoms were typical to certain kinds of vampires. His was arousing to the person who he bit, making all their senses temporary more intense that regularly.
"We could always give it a try", Jimin licked over that attractive smirk and they again tangled in a heated kiss, messy, with moans and strings of saliva.
The alpha broke it with a wet pop and drew Yoongi in closer by an arm around his waist. He liked that sassy vampire, beautiful in his confidence and inexperience. He wanted to show him something he hasn't felt before, give him a good time and see his gorgeous body writhing on his knot. And let him feed off him if he so wanted.
"Let's go upstairs? I have booked a room, I think we will be more comfortable there", he crooned, taking the vampire by his chin and pecking his reddened lips.
"Let's go".
Yoongi agreed with a shy smile. He felt giddy, excited. He was attracted to the alpha who he assumed was s soft yet passionate lover. He wanted to test that theory.
Noone paid any attention to the disheveled pair of supernatural beings that seemed to be glued to each other as they paced along the wall of the room to get to the elevators. Jimin's room was on one of the highest floors. They kept things decent in the lift, not wanting to give the security a free show. Unlocking the door with a key card, Jimin let Yoongi in through first and then followed, locking the door behind them quickly.
"Would you like a drink?" he offered politely, taking his shoes off.
Yoongi tapped his lips with his pointer finger. He liked being coquettish, liked to show off his cute mannerisms.
"Depends. Is it sweet, red and are you the source?"
"Are you that hungry?" he asked, stepping forward.
Yoongi took a step back. He didn't even know why he did it, especially after they made sure they weren't in conflict with each other.
"You shouldn't do that", Jimin noticed calmly, taking his cardigan off and hanging it on the nearby chair, "My alpha is ready to chase you, just so you know".
"What makes you think you're going to catch me?" Yoongi raised his eyebrows, casually unbuttoning his shirt and revealing the beautiful black bralette he was wearing.
"Are you really taunting me now? Come here. Asking nicely one last time", the alpha warned.
But as he took a step forward, Yoongi took a step back. He tried to assess his route. The suite was big, spacious but it would be impossible to run for very long. And he doesn't really need to, he wasn't an omega to have his instincts push him to run away from the wolf. But he wanted to indulge the alpha, to play with him. He saw the effect this little game had on him. And so he ran.
He managed to get to the kitchen area by the time he heard the loud growling behind. He circled the bar table and then dashed to the bedroom. With both of them possessing inhumane powers, it was hard to tell who would outrun one another if they were to sprint through the forest instead of the hotel room.
"Got you there!"
Yoongi felt his body being covered by another one. Jimin pressed him into the mattress and nipped at his nape. Yoongi was high with adrenaline, struggling to throw the alpha off him. After applying some sparring techniques and his vampire strength he had Jimin under him while straddling his hips.
"Got you there", he sassed and leaned in to kiss the dazed werewolf.
They slowly rid each other of their clothes, safe for the bralette Yoongi wanted to keep on and Jimin didn't insist on taking it off. He kissed Yoongi's neck and licked the dip between the pink collarbones, nosing at his chin and making him giggle. With the strong grip on Yoongi's wide hips the alpha pulled the curvy body onto himself, helping the vampire rut against his crotch.
Jimin smelt delicious, much better than any werewolf he ever got close to before. His long fingers kept wrapping around Jimin's swan like neck, tickling his skin and feeling how his fangs are practically itching to bite him there.
"How hungry are you?" he asked and Yoongi's eyes flashed ruby red.
"Very. I can wait. But don't really want to", he added with a smile and pulled Jimin up in a sitting position, "Got any lube?"
"There", he pointed at the bedside cabinet and the vampire stood up to take it.
When he walked back he was swiftly thrown onto his back and melted against the sheets. Jimin sat between Yoongi's spread thighs and poured a generous amount of gel on his hand. Yoongi pushed his feet onto the alpha's chest while he was warming it up, taunting the wolf, testing his patience. Jimin grabbed the elegant ankle and trailed kisses along it, all the way to the pink knee.
He hugged his leg to his body and used the lubed up hand to prod and rub at the tight ring of muscles. Yoongi lazily stroked his stiff cock, watching the concentrated expression on Jimin's face. Whether it works or not, he would still be pleased to lay with such a beautiful boy, he caught himself thinking and decided to vocalize it.
"Don't think about it too much, okay? We're still going to have a good time".
"And I'll still feed you", Jimin added and the tense set of his shoulders visibly relaxed.
"That would be nice", he said genuinely.
He could go without but it would be such a nice bonus to have a mouthful of that delicious blood and sate himself in many ways. It would be a great addition to Jimin's thick cock that was hanging heavy between his legs. He felt himself being spread wider, with the werewolf adding more fingers in. Yoongi reached out and circled his fingers around Jimin's length and stroked them simultaneously while being stretched wide for the alpha's cock.
When Jimin was done he carefully extracted his fingers. He fitted himself between Yoongi's legs and loomed over him, marveling at the vampire's beauty. Pearly pale skin with so much pink - nose and cheeks, his ears, clavicles and the red of his mouth. Even his knuckles were rosy which he didn't hesitate to peck before putting a hand on his soft tummy and guiding his girth inside. Soon he could feel his own cock with his hand.
Yoongi groaned from the feeling of hot thickness spreading him wide. Jimin bottomed out and stilled deep inside, breathing deeply to calm himself. It was too tight inside, too good not to come right away and he had a hard time holding himself together. He cupped Yoongi's breasts and squeezed them through the thin lacy material. They were the perfect size to fit in his hands and he squeezed them again and again, thumbing at the nipples, until the vampire pulled him in by his shoulders and asked to move.
Starting slowly at first, Jimin thrusted in carefully, afraid he might be too thick for Yoongi. He gradually gained the rhythm that was both excruciatingly good and slow enough not to let it end too soon. Yoongi's nostrils flared, with each passing minute he felt more and more of the magnificent scent the alpha was emitting.
"Is vampling ready to feed?" Jimin asked teasingly.
"Yes", he breathed out, internally buzzing with excitement.
They decided it would be easier if they changed their positions. Jimin leaned on the headboard with Yoongi in his hold. The vampire slid down his cock slowly and started to ride it in slow waves. With every up and down his chest was bouncing in the same rhythm and Jimin didn't deny himself the pleasure of holding and fondling the soft boobs.
Yoongi rode the werewolf in long languid strides that he alternated with short thrusts. He was getting so sensitive it seemed to him he could feel every ridge, every vein on the thick shaft that was moving inside him. He smoothed Jimin's black hair out of his blissed out face. That made him ease the grip on the vampire's waist and look at him.
They kissed again, unhurried and deep. Yoongi trailed kisses to his chin and then along the jawline, moving towards the other's ear. His lips travelled lower and he pecked and licked at the skin of his neck, breathing in the dizzying smell of the werewolf. He sucked on it, leaving reddening marks behind before asking:
"May I feed on you?"
"Yes, you may", Jimin whispered, giving Yoongi his permission and mentally preparing for the bite, controlling his alpha, urging him to submit.
Yoongi's sharp fangs easily pierced the skin. He suckled on the blood that started slowly seeping into his mouth and physically felt how venom leaves his body to settle inside Jimin's blood vessels. He played with the puncture wounds with his tongue and went back to sink his fangs a little deeper. He sucked harder, drunk on the taste of sweet blood alone.
Jimin felt the venom affecting him. All his body started to tingle. He was so concentrated on the unusual sensations it took him a while to realise his knot started to expand.
Yoongi parted with the neck with a gasp, interrupting his feeding. He threw his head back and tried to access the feeling inside his sensitive hole.
"Is this - Ah! - Is this it?" he asked, trembling on the alpha's lap.
"Yeah, does it hurt?" he asked with concern.
"No, it's - Gah! - I feel..." Yoongi was struggling to find words to describe.
"Full?" he suggested.
"Yeah..."
"Keep feeding, come on", he mumbled and cupped Yoongi's face to give him a chaste kiss.
He pushed Yoongi by the back of his head towards his neck where two lines of blood tricked out and were threatening to start spilling down his chest. He licked them both, licked the area around the wound clean and started sucking on blood again, humming into the bite. He gulped the blood down until he was satisfied and then felt how big the knot became inside.
"Don't move", Jimin warned, pressing down on the vampire's shoulders.
It must have expanded fully, Yoongi thought, feeling how wide he was spread inside. He rocked back and forth, very carefully, in short motions. The sensations were intense, it felt like he was being split in half but in a good way. Surprisingly it didn't hurt at all and the feeling of the alpha's knot inside was grounding, satisfying.
"Can I scent you?" Jimin suddenly asked.
Yoongi looked at him through his lashes. The alpha looked pretty disheveled, his hair was ruffled where Yoongi's hands got to it, his cheeks crimson. Scenting must feel good to him no less than knotting is for me, the vampire thought and nodded his head. He wanted it himself, wondering how Jimin would be like afterwards.
"Yeah, scent me", he asked and carefully leaned in, tilting his head.
The submissive gesture made the alpha rumble, low and pleased. He brushed Yoongi's damp hair to the side and nosed at his neck. He laid careful gentle pecks on it and rubbed his neck and shoulder with his own skin, all the while rumbling in content. When he was done he leaned back to look at the dazed vampire who smelt even better now with the two of their scents mingling together.
"Feeling alright? It will be a while until you can move off it", he chuckled, noticing Yoongi smiling even wider at hearing his words.
"I'm good. I don't mind, it's quite comfortable here".
"Just don't move much, I don't want you to get hurt".
"Promise not to bounce on it. Not right now", he sassed again and the wolf smashed their lips together.
Yoongi rested his body in the tight hold of Jimin's arms that were securely supporting his weight. Knotting turned out to be not as scary as it was rumored to be. But he knew he had to try again. Just to make sure.
Yoongi, sensing the symptoms of pre-rut in his boyfriend, gives in to Jimin's instincts, getting what he himself desires in return.
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The vampire stood in front of the tall mirror attached to the sliding door of the wardrobe.
[ fed and knotted series ]
He looked over his outfit one last time and fastened the metal clasps on his black garter belt that were holding up the see through stockings.
Yoongi loved the feeling of soft lace on his skin. The only thing that was even better that that was a touch of a lover, a particular one, to be exact.
He bent over to straighten the elastic fabric over his toes and heard loud rumbling behind. He couldn't believe that's when his visits to the gym to improve his flexibility finally paid off.
"Jimin-ah", he said sweetly, but with the warning notes, "If you don't stay quiet and let me finish with my outfit, I'll tie you up and play without you right in front of your face. And you won't get anything but the show".
"Sorry", a quiet voice reached him and he continued looking over his attire in fake interest.
When he was done teasing he turned around to the sight of his boyfriend sitting on their bed, pillow clutched tightly in his hands, hair in disarray and amber eyes glowing. What a gorgeous alpha.
Jimin was staring him up and down, biting on his plush lips.
"Hungry?" Yoongi asked, swaying his hips adorned in lace.
"Are you?" the werewolf retorted and tilted his head to the side just a little.
Yoongi had the urge to hiss and jump on his sassy boyfriend, devouring him just the way he liked it. Jimin moved his shoulders and his open tunic slid off one of them, revealing a sharp clavicle and deliciously inviting neck.
"Is this an invitation?" Yoongi murmured, kneeling on the bed and moving slowly towards the younger.
"If you want then yes, it is", Jimin opened his arms only to get a lapful of sweet smelling vampire, his face tucked in werewolf's neck, sniffing and taking big gulps of air.
Jimin's hands went over the intricate lace and bows, thumbing at the straps of beautiful black lingerie.
"Like it, pup?" the elder mumbled, still breathing in the scent of bark and sandalwood, the latter note heavier since the pre-rut was nearing.
Jimin would always get extra possessive over his hyung, clinging to his back at every opportunity, hands caressing his hips and lower belly. He had this physical need to make sure his hyung was around, was right where he wanted him.
"You realise I'm not an omega, right?" Yoongi would say and the younger would laugh, embarrassed.
"I know that, hyung, I'm attracted to grumpy moody vampires, not omegas".
But still he would cuddle him in bed, head on his tummy, scenting it from time to time. The elder understood it was an instinctual thing.
He himself liked the idea of something only his alpha could give him so next time he decided to indulge him. He felt it was an important step they were about to take.
"Love it, hyung", Jimin said with his hands on his hyung's hips, "You look perfect".
"Do I look breedable to you?" Yoongi asked in his sultry voice and saw the world tilting as he was thrown on his back by his eager growling boyfriend.
"Stop teasing me, gods, my instincts are going haywire, he whined.
Jimin kissed the little chuckles coming off his hyung's lips away, pressing him into the mattress with his heated body. He kept grabbing him by the supple thighs and full buttocks, kneading the cool flesh and seeing how his brown eyes were filling with sparkles of red.
"How long has it been since you last fed?" he asked, panting.
"Too long", Yoongi drawled, lips slicked with spit and mouth open, with his sharp fangs peeking. "Undress me?"
Jimin slid his palms over the patterned lace. He untied and unclasped everything carefully, knowing how his hyung cared for his lingerie pieces. He unwrapped Yoongi like the most desired treasure that was decorated just for him.
When he pulled the panties down his smooth elegant legs and his gaze went back to his pretty pink cock he noticed something. There, at the base of the shaft was a cockring, snuggly fit around the veiny length.
"Hyung wants to be edged, hm?" he asked, eyes on the hard dick before him.
Yoongi just shrugged and teasingly smoothed us finger down his length, dipped it in precome and then put it in his mouth, looking so innocent while being anything but. The sight was too much, too hot to handle.
"Keep your hands above your head for me?" the werewolf asked and cupped his heavy balls.
He toyed with the girth, pushing a loose circle of fingers on it, fingers wrapping around the shiny cockhead and retracting when he felt Yoongi going tense. He has mastered the skill of playing with the elder and was putting all his knowledge to use.
He edged him until the other was whining quietly, head thrown back and spine arching. It was music for the alpha's ears.
Jimin grabbed his hyungs soft thighs.
"Keep these together, darling".
"Ah-alright", the vampire replied, clutching at the covers tightly.
He saw how Jimin used the strength of his hands and arms, almost hugging his lifted legs together before slicking his dick with some spit and positioning it between the thighs. He usually was graceful but now that seemed to amplify, most likely because of the upcoming rut. His animalistic side was coming to the front more and more in the moments like these
He started thrusting shallowly, then more confidently, intentionally brushing his thick cock on Yoongi's length, dragging out every stroke.
As the pace quickened Yoongi wanted to hide his face behind his arms because of the slapping sounds of their balls made together.
The elder moaned and hissed with every slap and was sure his boyfriend was doing it with intent, knowing how much he liked it.
Jimin came with a loud rumble, with his come splashing on Yoongi's strained cock and belly. The younger splayed his fingers all over the soft tummy, spreading the cum, murmuring "mine" under his nose repeatedly.
Yoongi waited until he was done before saying:
"That pre-rut really getting to you, huh?" his tone was sympathetic, fond.
"Worse than usual", the wolf replied tiredly, "Can hyung fuck my mouth?"
And his eyes scrunched cutely. The audacity.
Yoongi nodded and wanted to sit up only to end up manhandled to straddle the werewolf's chest with a quiet shriek.
"Careful, love", he said, slowly taking the cock ring off, seeing how more precome oozed out of the slit.
He took the shaft and shuffled closer to Jimin's face. He smeared the liquid along the plump lips and chin before parting those lips with the thick cockhead, sinking into the wet heat. The younger opened his mouth and welcomed the thrusts that were becoming more and more intense.
Yoongi was impatient from all the edging and knew the younger would stop him if we was being too much.
"Look at your face full of my cock", he rasped, "Taking everything I give you. Best boy".
The elder was getting delirious from the pleasure and it wasn't long until he felt himself releasing into the welcoming mouth. He pulled out halfway into coming to squirt the thick strands of white all over his boyfriend's neck and collarbones.
"My turn to mark you, sweetling".
He spread his release all over the heated skin, leaving behind his scent that surely felt intense to the wolf.
"Perfect", the younger licked his mouth looking up to his lover with eyes dazed.
They kissed hungrily, sharing the taste of each other and emitting sticky noises.
"What does hyung want now?" the younger asked in a mellow tone, smoothing the strands of hair off his forehead.
His eyes were ruby red, clearly showing how hungry he was.
"Want to ride your knot", Yoongi said seductively, "Wanna feed off you while sitting on it".
Jimin groaned feeling his cock spring back to life.
"Here, come here, hyung", there was desperation in his voice, instincts screaming in his head.
He manhandled his pretty hyung on his lap, holding him by the hips, grinding him down hard on his girth. Yoongi let out a sweet moan that Jimin kissed off his red bitten lips right away.
He got the lube, squeezing a generous amount on four fingers. His hyung was tight and delicate, he was surprised when he first learned he loved knotting so much.
Jimin took time to prepare the tight pink entrance, twisting his fingers inside, going in and out with one, two and eventually four fingers. He tried to avoid the prostate as much as he could not to overstimulate his hyung any more than he already did today.
Still Yoongi was panting and squirming so much, Jimin had to restrict him by circling an arm around his lower back, pressing close to his own body, not letting him move. Yoongi was quietly mewling stopping only to take breaths.
"Ready, Jimin-ah, I'm ready", he said in a shaking voice.
He lifted his thighs and felt Jimin's cock teasing his gaping entrance. He lowered himself slowly, easing the girth inside.
"S-so full", he choked out when his asscheeks touched Jimin’s thighs and he realised he was fully sat on his alpha's cock.
He leaned back a little and looked down. His own cock was standing proudly and his tummy was a little more rounded than usual.
His own cock was standing proudly and his tummy was a little more rounded than usual. It was something he never experienced before he met the werewolf.
"Here", he rasped, taking the younger’s hand and guiding it to his stomach to have a feel of Jimin's own cock bulging there.
"Mine, mine", Jimin said, scenting the vampire hastily and biting his earlobe, getting a shy hiss in return, "Gonna breed you so well".
Yoongi started rocking on the thick girth with as much strength as he could but the hunger made him a little weaker than usual. He desperately needed to fulfill that hunger with no other than Jimin.
His boyfriend noticed his state and took him by his thighs, spearing him on his cock as hard as he liked. The knot has already started forming when Yoongi bared his fangs and Jimin obediently tilted his head for easier access.
Yoongi nosed at the delicious smelling skin, lapping and spreading spit dripping off his tongue, not caring about it being pretty.
The words whispered sounded like thunder in the vampire's head and he pierced the flesh, sipping carefully and relishing in the taste. He felt Jimin's knot expand and lock them together, felt stuffed to the brim everywhere.
He didn't latch onto the younger’s neck for long in order not to get drink on blood and detached with a loud gasp. He sat back, knot moving deeper inside his hole and he almost screamed in pleasure. Hot tears fell down his cheeks and he felt elated, complete.
Jimin was lapping at them with his tongue, his firm fingers were rubbing Yoongi's cock to completion. The elder came with Jimin filling his ass with hot come, breeding him well, tummy bulging and his own come splattered between them.
He smiled, dazed and sighed with relief.
"Love it when you breed me", he murmured into werewolf's ear, nipping at his shoulders and hearing his shy giggles.
"You're ideal for it, for me", he said soothingly running his palm on the rounded belly.
They sat pressed close to each other waiting for the knot to go down and planting affectionate kisses on each other.
"You should try it one day", Yoongi whispered, running his palms on the planes of his boyfriend's back, "Would you say yes?"
"If it's you who's asking then yes", Jimin kissed his mouth, nose, making it scrunch adorably, pecked his sweaty forehead.
Sated, fed, bred, with belly full and stuffed with his knot Yoongi smelt so much like mate, he could never want it to stop.
Yoongi and Namjoon are long time friends, co-workers and teammates but behind the closed doors the elder transforms into a pretty doll for the fellow rapper to use as he pleases.
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***
He was almost ready. While being spread out on the bed, he went over the mental list, calming himself and his rapidly beating heart. Yoongi turned on his back and straightened the hem of the lacy panties, that were snuggly hugging his hips. His eyes flicked to the clock hanging on the wall and yes, it was almost time.
He kneeled on the soft blankets, sitting prettily, like a good boy. Just as he straightened his back the door to the bedroom opened with a tick and Namjoon walked in.
He was grateful for his friend. Yoongi was hesitant to start anything with him, knowing he himself wasn't in the right place after taking a break in his current relationship. But having thoroughly discussed everything he decided to put his trust in him yet again, albeit on a different level.
It wasn't scary to do it with someone who he spent most of his early youth years with, who he has been working with side by side to this day. Someone he has been through with during either his or the other's downfalls.
Namjoon was a safe territory.
Yoongi lifted his eyes and saw the taller man already looking at him with his dimpled smile full of reassurance and calmness.
- Ready? - he asked and his hyung nodded with a small smile.
Shit, Yoongi didn't think his friend would come here right after a meeting, looking so serious and authoritative in a black dress shirt and nice fitted black pants. It was miles away from his usual relaxed look. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying to set his mind towards their session.
Namjoon walked around the bed in a slow pace. Yoongi could feel the intent gaze on his skin. Then the steps halted and a pleasant voice said:
- Pretty.
It sounded like a positive verdict and Yoongi preened on the inside.
The elder felt something small warming up in his chest. He loved the praise, loved sweet words but tonight he wasn't all for that. Nevertheless, he stayed quiet, hands that were resting on his knees were starting to sweat from anticipation.
- Show yourself for me.
Yoongi rose on his knees, arching his back seductively and straightening his shoulders. His fingers caressed the waist where his white crop bralette ended, stroking the skin of his abdomen.
Thumbs hooked in lacey panties and played with the edge. He moved to show himself off to the younger from the side, bending back and smoothing the black fishnet thigh high stockings. The elegant slope of his shoulder line contrasted well with his black collar, adorned with a heart ring and multiple metallic chains.
- Bend over for me, - Yoongi heard and a rush of heat overcame his face.
With just a second of hesitation he supported himself on his palms, bending his arms at the elbows so his behind was higher than the rest of his body.
- Spread your ass nicely, yes, just like that, - Namjoon commented and hummed.
The view was truly sinful, a visibe bulge of cock and balls between full thighs, trapped in the elastic lace.
Yoongi was still bent over on the bed, supporting himself on his chest and spreading his asscheeks. The younger's finger traced the bulge and batted Yoongi's hands away from his butt. He roughly palmed the round mounds, patting and making them jiggle. Namjoon squeezed the sides and circled his fingers around the waist as much as their length allowed.
- Such a dainty doll is here for me to play with, - he chuckled and the depth of his voice made Yoongi tingle between his legs. - Come here.
The elder crawled to kneel in front of his friend now, looking up to his face expectantly. Two fingers touched his balm covered lips and tapped on them.
- Open up.
His hyung obediently did. Digits entered the hot cavern, gliding on the tongue and twisting around. Yoongi wrapped his lips around them and sucked like he would do with a dick. When the taller man had enough of playing he ordered Yoongi to stand up.
- Spit, - he aaid curtly, holding up a palm to his face and his hyung did as he was told again.
- Panties down. And put your hands behind your back.
He pulled the garment down with his thumbs and straightened in the position.
- Hold still.
A calloused palm, wet with saliva, stroked his hardened erection, the circle of fingers loose and not at all satisfying. When it went harder around his cockhead Yoongi jerked, hands moving unconsciously. That earned him a slap on his cock.
- Ah! - the elder cried out and that was the first sound that escaped his mouth since the beginning of the session.
Namjoon went back to slow light strokes, then unexpectedly thumbed at the slit, making Yoongi arch. And cry out more as two slaps landed on his girth, making it bob.
- Tsk, this doll needs some training, - he mused, slapping on the tip this time and making his hyung rise on his toes and moan as more swats came upon his reddening dick.
Namjoon left him panting and went to get two coils of black rope.
- Lay on your back, - he said, unraveling both of them one by one.
With practiced ease he bound his thigh and ankle together, repeating the process with the other leg too. Inserting a finger between the rope and the skin he checked the tightness and deemed it satisfactory. Yoongi made a grabbing motion with his hands and his friend picked him up easily, pressing him to his chest and rubbing his nape.
- Colour?
- Green, - was his immediate answer.
Namjoon manhandled his hyung on his knees, face leveled with his clothed bulge. Unzipping his pants and pulling out his cock out he glided it along the seam of his lips.
- Suck it, doll, - he almost growled and the pink mouth readily parted for his girth.
Yoongi balanced his bound legs, trying to support most of his weight on his hands which proved to be a difficult task, as Joon kept distracting him with his rapid thrusts, fucking his mouth, uncaring of with how much force he was jostling him.
- What a tight little mouth you have, - he grunted, fucking his face, making his hyung garbled and choke with his throat stuffed. - Take it, like a good toy should.
Yoongi moaned with his mouth full of dick and swallowed around the cockhead. The moment it was gone from his mouth didn't register as he was so into it, he almost fell off the edge if the bed if not for the strong arms catching him.
- Careful, doll, we don't want you hurt that much, right? It's time for some fun for you and that pretty little cocklet that you have.
The elder's cheeks were red and the blush spread even more, down to his chest, as he heard how his body parts were addressed. He was quickly manhandled again and was now kneeling with his back turned to the younger. Cold gel was poured on his entrance, smeared and rubbed by the rough pads. One digit pressed onto his rim and easily breached it for Yoongi diligently prepped himself for Namjoon to use.
- Look at that hungry ass swallowing my finger, - the other commented, - Let's feed it something bigger?
A vibrating plug teased and circled the slicked up hole and was slowly inserted, making Yoongis skin break in goosebumps. The younger used a shorter rope to tie around the base of the testicles, making them stand out, now nicely bound. He swatted at the full thighs to get them to spread wider for better balance.
- Straighten yourself and keep your hands clasped behind your back, - he spanked his doll's asscheek and watched as Yoongi rose as much as he could.
Namjoon kept switching the vibrations up and down in no particular patterns. Some of them were so sudden, Yoongi would unclassified his wrists or move significantly so the younger would then land a loud slap on his balls. Every time. Which happened quite often and soon the elder was trembling from effort and the overwhelming feeling of pleasure and pain combined.
Joon stroked his cock teasingly, watching as it twitched and grew redder the more he edged his pretty possession.
- Call me oppa, - came a sudden request.
Yoongis face prickled with shame.
- No, - he retorted.
Namjoon landed a heavy slap on each of his buttcheeks, burning hot on his skin.
- I want you to call me oppa. Come on, sweet thing, do it for me.
Yoongi shook his head and cried out as more hard spanks landed on his ass in rapid succession.
- I'll keep going until my little fucktoy does it then.
Yoongi saw the opportunity to be bratty and get punished just like he loved it when it was coming his way. He pushed his hands into the mattress and rocked with the force of the loud slaps that were painting his ass bright red. He cried and moaned, tears spilling down his cheeks and with burning sensation on his butt.
Still he wouldn't bulge, he decided, not until he could take no more. It felt exhilarating, he was getting dizzy with how hard he heaved and when he thought he had no place that wasn't swollen from strong spanking left he finally gave in.
- Oppa, please, - he wailed.
Namjoon stopped, blowing on the mark covered skin and smoothing it with his fingertips.
- That's better, pretty.
With that he turned the vibrations up, resting his hand on his hyungs lower back and watching as Yoongi sobbed and trembled with the force of the dry orgasm. He turned the plug off, keeping it nested inside the greedy hole. He undid the ropes binding the elders ballsack and legs and rubbed them to get the blood circulation back to normal quicker.
- Look at this, huh, - he drew Yoongis attention to his angry read cock. - I think you did well enough to come. Or didn't you?
- I did, - the elder sniffed, leaning back onto the broad chest.
Strong arms engulfed him and despite being buff himself he felt small inside that embrace. He kept hugging his kneeling hung from the back, fondling his cock sloppily.
- Are you sure this thing can come at all? - he flicked the tip and that made the other mewl.
- It can, - he whined pitifully, - I can, give me a chance.
- Little fucktoy wants a chance, mm? Let's give it a try then.
He all but scooped Yoongi in his arms, making him screech and chuckle. That reassured the younger that he was going a good job so far. He picked up the discarded lube and sat with his back pressed to the headboard, situating the elder on his crotch facing away. Squirting the cool gel over their could and balls he dropped it on the blanket again. He grabbed his elbows and pulled them towards each other, rendering him helpless and taking some of his weight on himself.
- Work those gorgeous hips for me. Grind on me and make yourself come.
Yoongi whined, he was embarrassed to rub himself like he was in heat. Nevertheless he did exactly that. He rubbed his cock and balls on the ones under him, glide pleasant and slippery. His movements soon became faster and erratic, driving towards climax.
- What a desperate doll, look at yourself, - Joon whispered, supporting his hyung and pushing his own hips up to help him come.
Yoongi cried loudly and came, splattering his come on hid friends muscular thighs, milky drops landing everywhere on tan skin.
- That's a good boy, - he murmured anf that affectionate endearment let the other know the hard part of their session was over.
He sighed as the younger pushed him forward, lowering him on the mattress. Without changing the position he gathered his soles, clad in patterned fishnets and kept them together with strong fingers, trapping his thick leaking length between.
The remaining lube was enough to ghrust between the beautiful feet easily, getting himself to his long awaited climax. He came all over the pink pads, spilling his come on them in thick ropes. He grunted and heaved from finally reaching his high, head full of cotton and pleasantly thoughtless.
Having taken a breather he bent and smoothed the soft legs, avoiding touching yhe marked butt, carefully taking the soiled socks off. He wiped the feet off with a cloth and helped his hyung to carefully lay between his legs.
Yoongi all but melted into the broad chest, emitting a soft sigh. He shuffled in search of a better position and felt namjoons cock under him coming back to life.
- Oh, - he murmured, - were not done yet.
His tone was tired but excited, making Joon chuckle deeply. His heart was fond for the elder, ready to give and take equally.
- Doll wants to be used? - he whispered, - wants to be split open on a thick cock like a good toy that he is?
Yoongi mewled at the filthy words.
- Use me, - he all but pleaded.
The taller man stood up, carefully laying his hyung in his back and putting his legs together. He used the two longer pieces of rope, carefully and securely binding the thighs together all yhe way down to the ankles. He also bound Yoongi's elegant wrists and for the first time this evening. He wondered if this intense manhandling he does with him was the actual secret to his muscles growth.
He slid the nearby chair close and sat on it with Yoongi on his lap, again facing away from him.
- Put your hands around my neck.
- Yes oppa, - the other said willingly, igniting flames in Joon's lower belly.
With joints cracking in a satisfying way the elder did as he was told, again feeling helpless in yhe arms of his friend. Hands clasped under his bound knees were holding him up as if he weighed nothing.
- Let's find your greedy hole and feed it with my cock, little doll, - he rasped and easily speared his hyung on his girth.
- Oh, oh, Jooni-ie, - Yoongi choked out, feeling himself stretch around the girth.
- So fucking tight, baby, - he heaved, breathing deeply to wait out until the other adjusts.
- Fuh-fuck me, - he slurred, hands pulling the younger closer by his neck.
Namjoon started bouncing Yoongi on his cock, pistoning his hips without stopping, chasing his pleasure. Yoongi wailed when the blunt head hit his prostate and could only whine inaudible words.
- Ready to be filled, little thing? You like it when I use you?
- Yes oppa, - the elder choked out as his gland got pushed with the stiff cock, - Love it when you fuck me stupid and fill me up.
- Want oppa's come that much, hmm? Then you shall get it.
He all but pulled Yoongi on his girth, pounding mercilessly and making Yoongi heave and sob. He came with a long drawn growl, shaking and pressing deep inside the elder.
Yoongi's head lolled, helpless, unable to tilt back and rest because of the positions of his raised arms and bound hands. Tears spilt on his cheeks again, he felt aroused and overstimulated.
Joon acted quickly, carrying him to the bed and untying the ropes, it being the priority after all the binding they did today. Yoongi kept whining on the same note until a loud cry fell from his mouth as the younger bent over his trembling body and swallowed his cock whole.
He pressed on the underside with his tongue and bobbed in long deep movements, feeling the pleasant weight in his mouth. It didn't take Yoongi much to come, shaking and wailing inside the welcoming throat. Joon milked him dry, until the very last drop, lapping at the tip.
The elder's parted knees flopped on the bed. He was totally spent, his head was fuzzy and empty. He didn't know how much time passed but he was soon lifted again. He didn't protest as he was carried into the bathroom and only hissed when his cooled off skin hit the hot water as he was lowered inside the tub.
- Hyung? - he heard from the fuzziness overpowering the reality.
- I'm here, - he answered with hoarse voice.
- Want me to stay and help you wash? - the younger would still stay outside the bathroom door to make sure his hyung was okay.
It's just he wasn't always comfortable to be naked outside having sex.
- If you don't mind, you can sit with me, - he mumbled, fingers playing with stray bubbles floating on the surface.
Nanjoon sighed, pleasantly stretching and warming up from the steamy air, filled with soothing aromas. He was ready to pamper his hyung before bed for being such a perfect pretty doll for him and staving off their raging thoughts away before another day comes.
Hoseok gets handed a leaflet advertising a new massage parlor nearby. He reckons he could do with a relaxing trearment. He comes in and falls for Yoongi's expert, successful and a little unconventional techniques.
massage parlor au | masseuse!yg/client!hs | bp!hoseok | erotic massage | nipple play | fingering | multiple orgasms | face fucking | come swallowing | cunnilingus | slight manipulation | could be dubcon but it's con
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Some people would say being naive could be very dangerous nowadays. Hoseok agreed with that. Yet he also thought that this particular quality of his let him get into many adventures and made his life a lot more fun.
Because it's obvious that being naive didn't equal being stupid so he was at least careful and had enough common sense not to get into anything shady. At least not overly shady. Not overly shady that he himself didn't want to get into, if that made sense.
Once he was walking out of the subway when he was given a leaflet for a discount at a newly opened massage parlor. It offered all kinds of massages and basic spa procedures and was not too far from where he lived. There was one named after probably every nationality that existed in their region. Hobi admitted that he didn't know the difference between let's say Japanese and Vietnamese massage and if there was one at all. You know what they write on yogurt cups: sugar-free, salt-free, whatever else free but was it supposed to be there in the first place? Who knows?
He decided that he deserved to pamper himself. His job was pretty enjoyable but it didn't make it any less harder to do and the stress that is accumulated through a long period of time earlier or later would start taking a toll on anyone's body. So a massage at the weekend sounded really nice. He looked at the leaflet again: the salon was open twenty-four hours a day which meant that he could finish his working week not in a crowded bar with his lovely colleagues and not in a high-end restaurant with tiny portions and a date that would probably end up being useless as any other that he's been on with lately. It could instead be spent with benefits for himself and himself only.
The massage parlor looked pretty inconspicuous. It wasn't positioned in a mall or a plaza, it was in one if the flats in an upscale apartment complex. The interior looked neat and expensive, heavily accentuated with dark red and burgundy colours and had gorgeous half transparent curtains visible from the foyer.
The man that opened the door greeted him and invited him in.
- Is it your first time at Dawn? - he asked in a deep pleasant voice.
To that Hoseok fished out a flyer out of his pocket and unfolded it before demonstrating.
- I've been given this and would really like to try a massage.
- Ah, that's great. What's your name?
- Hobi, - Hoseok smiled.
He loved that nickname a lot. The man smiled at him warmly as if he was their regular client.
- And what kind of massage would you like? We have many available.
Hobi got slightly shy.
- You see, I'm not very knowledgeable about those you listed on the leaflet...
- That's alright, - the man said softly, - Do you want to see the brochures?
- Maybe you could recommend me something? - Hobi asked cutely, not really enthusiastic about reading a whole new bunch of information.
- Sure. This, I think, you will enjoy the most. We have a spot available right now.
He tapped on one of the options and Hobi nodded. He spotted the word "relaxing" in the description and decided that was all he needed to know. After paying up a hefty sum (the one he luckily could easily afford) he was given a fresh towel, slippers and a set of clothing.
- My name is Yoongi. I will be serving you today.
- Oh, you're the masseuse!
- Indeed I am. Usually we let the administrator go earlier before another one comes for night shift. - Yoongi explained casually.
He had a very enjoyable voice. Hoseok felt instantly at ease and followed the man to the changing rooms and was shown where to go afterwards. Once he changed he looked over himself in the tall mirror. He was given a set of disposable underwear, a really fine one. It even had a short top to cover his chest. It must be suitable for any gender or aimed to fit any preference. Hobi decided to wear the upper part. If needed he could take it off later.
- You look great, - he heard upon coming into the room.
Yoongi was already waiting for him, dressed in a set of uniform of a burgundy colour. He was standing next to a massage table covered in a big white sheet gesturing at it invitingly. The atmosphere in the room was soothing, with soft, barely audible music playing from somewhere. The lights were dimmed and there were candles burning along with light incense.
- I think we should start with your shoulders, - Yoongi suggested, - Could you position yourself here?
He patted the spot in front of him and Hobi sat there cross legged, facing away from the masseuse. Yoongi got some oil and rubbed it between his palms, warming it up, before laying his hands on Hobi's shoulders. It took some willpower for Hoseok not to let out a drawn sigh of relief. When was the last time he allowed himself something like that? Lately all his therapy came down to shopping and maybe a cheat day once a month.
Warm hands moved along his shoulders and neck. They truly performed magic, pressing certain spots and working out the knots, making Hoseok feel like the tension that he has kept inside started slowly seeping out from his muscles. Yoongi's thumbs circled on the sides of his neck, sliding in an unhurried rhythm.
- Breathe deeply, - he instructed softly, - In and out.
Hobi followed. He felt blood rushing into his head and his cheeks were tinted pink, probably due to the correct blood circulation. He felt like he has spent a whole day in the nature instead of an office with artificially purified air.
Then Yoongi's hands moved onto his clavicles and further towards his chest. His fingers slipped under the thin top, circling the defined pecs.
- Could you take your top off please? - the man asked and Hobi immediately did as he was told.
Yoongi took more oil and slathered it onto Hobi's chest. Very thoroughly he massaged the muscles, getting closer and closer to his pebbled nipples. At some point his thumbs went over them, sending a jolt of pleasure down Hoseok's body.
- Ah! - a moan slipped out of his mouth.
He felt his face getting blushy. He shouldn't have reacted like that, it was simply a massage. Alas, he couldn't help feeling sensitive when the thumbs brushed over his nipples again.
- Hnn, that... - he tried to think of the best word to describe it and finally blurted out, - That tickles.
Yoongi chuckled.
- It's okay. I need to massage everywhere in order to make you feel better. Feel free to express yourself however you want, - he said, going back to Hobi's shoulders to relax they after they went up in a shy manner.
Hoseok sat through the occasional touches and rubs to his nipples, feeling his body growing slightly tense around his lower belly. He found himself waiting for Yoongi's fingers to touch them again, to maybe pause over the sensitive buds for a little longer.
When Yoongi was done with his chest he took more substance and put it over Hobi's belly. He came up close, all but pressing into his back. His hand moved towards the panties that were getting soaked in oil and traced the skin just above the hem. Hoseok's legs that were bent at the knees parted wider and the hand moved over his groin, not stopping the soft rubbing motions.
- I need to massage here too, - he murmured and Hobi nodded.
Yoongi massaged over his pussy through the thin layer of the underwear, dipping his finger between the labia, and Hobi didn't know what to do with himself. It felt nice, maybe a little too nice. He regretted not reading the description of the massage in detail because he had no idea this was a part of it. But Yoongi was a professional, he knew better, right?
- Now let's work on this area, - Yoongi said and hooked his fingers on the underwear, pulling them aside slightly.
Hoseok's knees moved closer to each other.
- Is it really necessary? - Hobi asked shyly.
- Yes, it is the important part of the procedure, - Yoongi assured. - Spread your legs and leave it all to me.
Hobi slumped against Yoongi’s frame. He let the masseuse pull the panties to the side and leave his pussy covered in oil completely exposed.
- Just like that, you're doing good, - Yoongi drawled and put his hand between Hobi's legs again.
He slid his hand with his fingers splayed over the folds once, twice and then started moving it in a steady rhythm. His pace was gradually becoming more rapid, followed by sticky sounds of oil and the wetness Hobi produced. He kicked his hips up, meeting the pleasurable movements of the palm, feeling the growing need to finish overwhelming his body.
Yoongi would slow down and pause before picking the pace back up. He took short breaks to gently tap over his pussy, coax more wetness out of it with his expert fingers that curled inside just right. Yoongi's hand was relentless and Hobi kept bucking his hips to meet it. The man tried to keep him still by pressing him against his body with his arm around the shoulders and kept on sliding and rubbing with purpose.
Hoseok moaned and exploded with climax, trembling and panting in the ring of the strong arms. But if he thought it was the end of it, he was totally wrong. Yoongi's fingers crawled back to his entrance and pressed and massaged his pussy further as Hobi shuddered with blissful aftershocks. He couldn't help but come again, this time from added gentle rubs over his clit.
- There you go, you're doing amazing, - the masseuse praised and laid his client onto the massage table.
He prompted Hoseok to position his head slightly tilting back off the edge of the table. He obediently followed the strong hands that navigated him and he slumped on his back, still dazed from coming so hard and rapid.
- You listen really well, - Yoongi praised again, - Now keep your head just like that.
Hoseok perked up at the praise. He looked up at the man who stopped next to his head and his skillful hands went to pull down the pants of his uniform. He whipped his cock out, hard and thick and gripped the base of it securely. It was nice and wide, with a bulbous cockhead that was already beading with precome at the tip. Yoongi navigated his cock to slide the tip over Hobi's lips and the other mumbled:
- I guess this is necessary too?
- Of course, - Yoongi replied seriously, - A very important part of the treatment.
Hoseok sighed and opened his precome stained lips. Yoongi slid his length inside smoothly and it got engulfed by the wet warmth of Hoseok's mouth. It barely fit in but he did his best to relax and take as much of it as possible.
Yoongi made several careful thrusts and started bucking into his mouth, burying his girth inside him, reaching the back of his throat. Hobi felt it sliding in and out hotly and took it to the best of his abilities. Then the man bent over him and put his face between Hobi's spread legs, hugging his hips. He felt hot wet tongue sliding between his folds, sucking at his clit and then reaching inside his pussy.
He didn't expect to be eaten out so hungrily. Yoongi dipped his tongue in, slumped up his juices and swallowed his sensitive clit just as expertly as he was doing a massage. He hugged his hips tighter, pushing his face further between his legs and his warm puffs of breath tickled at his sensitive skin. He was getting positively devoured and was well on his way to his third orgasm which he honestly thought was unrealistic before. Yet here he was, leaking onto this man's tongue shamelessly who was eating his pussy like a person starving.
He felt Yoongi's cock he was fucking his mouth with twitching and soon his throat got filled with the other's release. Hobi came right after with the generous help of Yoongi's restless fingers that gave his pussy the best treatment he has ever received. Overall, he thought afterwards as he was being cleaned up by Yoongi from all the fluids splayed all over his body, it could be deemed as very resultative massage. Because, truly, he felt spent yet most relaxed he has felt in a long while.
Yoongi rails Jimin into tomorrow but just guess who is really in control.
established relationship | spanking | edgeplay
All Jimin wanted to do was to collapse into bed and not move for a couple of days.
His limbs were aching and his abdomen pleasantly sore.
They worked so hard and well for three shows and now it was finally the time to rest really well too. He was still processing the emotions he felt after finally reuniting with those who he cared so much about.
He showered thoroughly and tended to his face, looking in the bathroom mirror. His lips were tinted red from biting and breathing hard. He was slathering his shoulders with his favourite body lotion when he suddenly realised, he wasn’t jittery from the concert adrenaline anymore but because he was feeling a bit horny.
Still rubbing in the remnants of the lotion into his arms he walked up to the chest of drawers. He contemplated for a while.
He didn’t make any plans other than resting in his room. Therefore it was highly unlikely someone would bother him right now.
His beloved hyung included.
His sweet Suga-hyung made a quick escape to a studio even though he was surely knackered too. So it was Jimin-time right now.
He loved playing with himself - his hubby would know all about that - and he was usually very meticulous about it.
Jimin loved toys and dressing up, loved building up tension and edging when he had time to do everything properly. He could be at it for hours.
He opened the top drawer where he kept all of his tights and lingerie.
He chose a simple pair of black fishnet hold ups and sat on the side of the bed that was closer to a tall mirror. J!min took his time carefully putting the stockings on, already feeling excited about the feeling they gave him.
He adored the way the fabric was hugging his muscular thighs and calves.
He stretched his tired limbs and glanced in the mirror. He had a faint blush on his cheeks, maybe from the hot shower or maybe he was starting to get all hot and bothered.
He moved to the centre of the bed and sat there facing the mirror.
He looked at himself in the reflection, slowly moving his hands up and down his thighs. He grazed his hipbones with his nails and his breath hitched.
If he closed his eyes he could easily imagine his hyung biting on them, licking along his v-line.
Jimin slowly spread his legs and proceeded touching his inner thighs purposely avoiding his hardening cock. He was getting lost in building tension and fantasies rushing through his mind when suddenly he heard a knock on the door that had him stop what he was doing.
- Jimin-ah, you there? - he heard Yoongi’s voice loud and clear, - Can I come in? Jimin gulped and asked:
- Are you alone there, hyung?
- Yeah? - It seemed like his hyung was either amused or curious.
- You can come in then, - he decided not to turn around and continued to touch his legs sensually, looking at himself and his beloved in the mirror.
The door opened with a quiet sound and he added:
- Just lock the door behind you, okay?
His voice turned soft, with a hint of sweetness.
Yoongi walked in and locked the door with his eyes still stuck on the scene right before him. He slowly approached the bed, kneeled among the ruffled covers and asked in a low tone:
- What are you up to here, Min-ah?
His hand went up to Jimin’s hair to tuck a lock behind his ear. Jimin could see his hyung pause looking at his crescent.
He felt hot steady breaths on his nape and it made goosebumps raise on his arms.
- Can I? - the elder whispered.
- Yeah, - Jimin nodded and closed his eyes.
He almost moaned in pleasure as Yoongi's lips travelled from his neck further down to his shoulders, painting them with sweet little kisses.
He could feel his beloved tasting his skin with kittenish licks. He wanted hyung to touch him everywhere, squeezing all his curves with strong hands, press skin to skin and hug with those big arms.
But it seemed like he was content just to lightly kiss his shoulder blades and run his hands through the younger’s hair. When he was almost ready to combust, Yoongi rose up from the bed and walked around it to have a better look of his baby.
- Look at you, all gorgeous and pretty, - he rasped sensually, unbuttoning his own jeans.
Jimin blushed harder from the attention but didn’t stop the movement of his hands that were now lazily cupping his balls and fully erect cock.
He could see the outline of Yoongi's length hidden only by the fabric of his boxers, after he took his jeans off, kicking them aside. Yoongi caressed the dancer's legs slowly, enjoying the feeling of fishnet and soft warm skin under his fingertips.
The black ones suited him really well. Just like literally everything he owned.
Yoongi felt giddy with excitement. - Let me look at your feet, - he asked and Jimin gladly raised his legs, leaning on his hands, and stretched his feet towards his hyung’s hands.
He felt long fingers press his soles and pull the stockings a bit just to release after a second. The younger reached Yoong!’s cock with his stocking clad feet and demanded:
- Take them off now, please?
Yoongi chuckled.
- Minnie wants to play? - he smirked taking his underwear off slowly and putting his hands behind his back like a good boy.
Jimin loved that.
- Uh-huh, - Jimin curled and uncurled his toes and heard a quiet gasp.
He dragged his feet carefully along the length of his lover’s cock, feeling it harden more and more as the time passed.
His movements were precised and practiced. He was loving the feeling of hardness under his delicate feet and his lover's quiet grunts were music to his ears.
He was getting more and more wound up and his neglected cock was starting to throb.
He tried rubbing his thighs together but it didn't make much difference.
- Need some help, baby? - Yoongi asked, gently taking Jimin’s feet in his hands and lowering them on the bed, - Just show me what you want, it’s all yours.
Jimin sighed and made a grabbing motion with his hands.
Yoongi felt relieved when their lips met in a hot passionate kiss. He sucked on the younger’s plush lips, eating up his little moans.
His pretty lover got out of the kiss with a wet pop and moved to lower himself bent over the edge of the bed. A quick look to the side told Yoongi that he could still partially see himself in that mirror that they both loved so much.
- Okay sweetling,- he said softly, moving to kneel right behind him.
They had all the time in the world to explore many things they liked and they both knew what made each other tick.
- Play with yourself for me, Minnie but try not to come just yet. - He said quietly but firmly.
- Yes, hyung, - Jimin answered and immediately put two fingers inside his mouth, generously coating them with saliva.
- Ah, - He moaned as Yoongi landed a slap on his asscheek.
It wasn't very painful but combined with the fact that he looked at himself while being spanked really did it for him.
He touched the head of his cock with wet fingers and moved them in circles as the elder landed more and more strikes on his reddening bottom. He sucked on the fingers of his other hand that went to tease and pull on the nipples,igniting hot sparks in his lower abdomen.
Jimin was edging himself carefully while his hyung kneaded and spread his cheeks to lick his rim and generously spit on it. He could see them in the mirror and their debauched look was only turning him on more.
- Ah, hyung, - it was getting a bit too much for him, - Wanna come!
- Keep stroking yourself, pretty. - he said and tightened the hold on his hips.
Yoongi started licking his hole more intensely, thrusting inside with his skillful tongue and making obscene noises.
He licked a fat stripe upwards, gently sucking on his balls and continued to push and prod inside like he was born to do it. He was practically fucking him with his tongue, carefully adding a finger to a tight heat.
After that it didn’t take long for Jimin to come with a string of short moans filling the room and painting the sheets white.
Soon everything could be heard was their quickened breaths.
- Come here now, love, - Jimin said turning around and pulling his hyung to lie on top of him.
- Mm, you sure? - asked Yoongi, eagerly sucking on his defined collarbones and puffy chest. - Colour?
- Ngh.. green, - Jimin moaned, - Please, hyung.
Yoongi grabbed the backs of his thighs and pushed them up.
Grabbing the lube from the bedside table, he coated his fingers generously and set to prepare his lover.
Jimin was a gasping and moaning mess from oversensitivity but his hyung knew just how much he liked it. His Minnie loved to be pushed to his limits again and again.
Soon Yoongi’s three fingers were carefully moving inside and out, slowly stretching velvety walls while he was helping Jim!n hold his bent legs up. When he saw his love nodding again he gently guided him to wrap his legs around his waist.
- Ready? - He landed a kiss on his spit slicked lips and saw Jimin nod again.
He wanted to ask one more time, just to be sure.
- Ruin me, hyung, - he whispered lifting a corner of his lips teasingly, smirking like a cat that got the cream.
Yoongi had a rather good self-control but he felt like he could cry in relief as he bottomed out. The first few thrusts were slow but then he felt soft heels tapping his lower back impatiently and got the message.
Jimin might have looked fucked out but he was in total control and never let his hyung forget it. That’s exactly why this menace was driving him insane.
Made him want to kiss his feet and have a sparring match the very next second.
Made his heart beat faster. Yoongi fastened the pace of his thrusts, making them deep and fast bottoming out and long dragging back.
He enjoyed the tiny mewls coming out of his lover’s lips that only spurred him on moving faster and rougher. His knuckes were white with how strong he was holding on to a perfectly sculpted body trapped underneath him.
- Mnn...AH! - Jimin moaned especially loud and Yoongi saw his cock leaking white all over his tummy, the clear evidence of his second orgasm.
Yoongi sped up some more and soon filled the tight heat with his cum, leaning on elbows and almost cradling his lover beneath.
For a while he couldn't stop kissing those puffy lips and nose and all his face. He then put their sweaty foreheads together and for the time being they just stayed like this, in the same space, mingling their breath, looking at each other’s sated faces, pulling little smiles out of each other.
They could enjoy this time of peace to the fullest.
Where Jimin and Yoongi are getting a little cozy in the car on the way to pre-recording.
established relationship | kissing
Yoongi and Jimin got inside the car in a balance of all too well known rush of giddiness and leveled calmness.
They headed out even earlier than they should. Just in case, Yoongi said.
Jimin went along - he, uncharacteristically, was ready even before his hyung. Most of the time though, be it their work or personal things, his beloved was more organized and thought every little thing through.
Husband material, Jimin's mind supplied instantly and his heart sang with joy.
The car was just driving past the gates of their complex when Yoongi stretched forward and leaned to speak to their driver. Some moments later the vehicle took a subtle turn. Jimin was so excited by the prospect of getting back to their familiar schedules, their so much loved rush of comeback, it took him a couple of minutes to realize that they weren't driving past the streets they should.
- Hyung, - his voice cracked suddenly, - What's happening?
He moved really close to the producer and was now clutching his forearm with both hands.
- Where are we going, hyung, this isn't the way to go?
Yoongi put his other hand over Jimin's fingers and rubbed them reassuringly. He did it so fast the dancer didn't get to register it.
- Scared, baby? - His voice was spilling out of him like honey, - Don't be, it was me who asked the driver to take the longer route, - Yoongi explained, smiling softly.
He leaned again and pressed the button to raise the partition between them and the front seats. Now it was just them two.
There was so much of mature confidence in his words, his gestures and the way he spoke, Jimin couldn't help but find it really attractive.
With every year the love of his life seems to better like a fine wine.
He adored him in past, present and future.
Yes, a thirty year old Yoongi was something else entirely.
The dancer took his bucket hat off, fluffing his dark hair and leaned in to land a peck on the elder's cheek.
Giving his thoughts not longer than a couple of seconds more he carefully threw his leg over the other's lap in such confined space and sat on soft thighs eagerly. Yoongi raised his eyebrows at that but his eyes were smiling.
- Hyung - he whined cutely, - I thought we were being kidnapped for a minute!
His husband only chuckled and said:
- I wouldn't let it happen. "To you".
It was left unsaid but between the two of them there were so many things that didn't have to be spoken aloud.
So many things he wanted to scream about but there was no need, as long as they were one. Yoongi's large hands lightly squeezed the younger’s shoulders, travelled along the still tense muscles on his back and enveloped his dainty waist.
Jimin sighed in content. Yoongi held him closer and started rubbing his shoulders and back, doing a gods' job with his strong skilled fingers.
- Mm, - the younger was lost in the blissful sensation, - Hyung, go out with me?
The other stopped for a moment before continuing his ministrations.
He only huffed almost breathlessly but when Jimin opened his eyes to cast a glance on his face his cheeks were of a pretty pink hue.
- Why, so suddenly! Waah, so easy Park Jiminie, I only have to rub you in some places.
That earned him a playful swat on his shoulder.
- Not so fast, Min PD. I only asked you out.
Jimin moved close to his hyung’s earrings and whispered:
- Want to take you out on a date, ddung-ah.
He felt Yoongi shiver.
The elder shifted in his seat and they moved so close, almost molded together to perfection.
- Want to treat you to a delicious meal in some posh place I'm sure you'll love, - he continued, - Want to sip expensive whiskey and have you in front of me, all dressed up in brands, shining like diamonds never could.
He felt more than heard Yoongi's breath stutter.
The strong hands were now roaming freely on every part of the body they could reach.
- Want to talk to you about anything, want to listen to you quietly or just sit in silence admiring you, hyung.
Jimins arms were around the elder's neck, holding him close, nose and chin rubbing at sensitive spots and lips lightly touching his temple.
- Let's do that, - Yoongi's voice sounded strained.
He turned his head and found the warm plump lips that were invitingly half open for him
They shared some soft open mouthed kisses first, then they turned into more thorough ones, with tentative licks of the tongues.
Yoongi's hands went to grab Jimin's full behind and squeezed the globes, appreciatively humming into the kiss.
- A-ah, hyung, not so hard, - the dancer giggled.
- But it is, - There came a straightforward movement of his hyung’s hips. - Wish we had more time, Minnie. But there's...
- I understand, hyung, - he was planting gentle kisses along Yoongi's jawline before he stopped and sighed, - This is nice too.
- Yeah?
- Love it, hyung, - Jimin looked in his eyes full of fire, - Love you.
- Love you too, - came a response without any hesitation.
They cuddled for a bit more before the car turned back onto the familiar route.
Before the arrival, Yoongi squeezed the smaller hand, almost enveloping it fully.
- Can't wait for that date, darling. I'll be expecting it with passion.
And he gave the dancer his precious gummy smile.
He looked dazzling and simmering with happiness. Yoongi was proving time and time again that he was it for Jimin.
The only way was to fall deeper and deeper for him, his right person.
Just before they had to get out and proceed with their schedule Jimin thought yet again, he's made the right choice.
Yoongi and Jimin de-stress from the pressure of upcoming schedules.
spanking | hyung kink | dom/sub | established relationship
It's been a long day in the studio.
After adding some finishing touches and saving all his current work, Yoongi closed everything and gathered his belongings.
The sun began to set when he exited the company building in the underground parking. He could feel the scent of spring permeating the air even from here.
The aroma of young flowers felt revitalizing after a hard day of fruitful efforts.
He couldn't wait to get home and hop in a contrasting shower and just relax waiting for Jimin.
That he did. He was reading a book, when the door to his bedroom opened and a tired looking younger appeared with his hair still wet from the shower he must have just taken.
- Hi sweetness, - he said approaching his hyung. Bending down to land a soft peck on his cheek he noticed the other started turning pink from the blush.
- Hi love, - he murmured blinking his eyes slowly and smiling back at him, - How was your workout? He patted a spot on the bed next to him and Jimin sat down, hands circling around Yoongi's broad shoulders immediately.
- It was good, - the younger drawled, - a bit exhausting but I feel so much better now, - he casted a sidelong glance at the elder. He looked so domestic, almost drowning in one of his favourite homewear, cast in the soft bedroom lights with his reading glasses perched on his nose.
To be honest, they were giving him those dad/teacher vibes Jimin likes to tease him about. - Have you been stressed lately? - the producer asked, carefully tucking away wet locks of hair from his boyfriend's face with his delicate fingers.
- Mm, - the younger leaned into those touches, - Not greatly...maybe? - now that he thinks about it, maybe the tiredness have been building up for a while.
And even though the stress from the upcoming schedules wasn't as bad as it used to but still. It wasn't a walk in the park.
Seeing the thought process on his lover’s face, the elder put the book away and turned to face him fully. - Want us to de-stress tonight? - he accentuated his question with a kiss and a nuzzle into the younger’s neck, - Forget the pressure for a while?
- Y-yeah, - Jimin felt his throat getting parched and gulped heavily, - Want that. - Yeah? - Yoongi asked expectantly and the younger felt the familiar notes in that question.
- Yes, Hyung, - he answered airily.
- Good, - he put his hand on the back of the slender neck, warm and reassuring, - What's your colour, Minnie? - Green, Hyung, - he said with a small smile.
- Good, kitten, - the switch was smooth but Jim!n still felt the blood rushing to his cheeks and butterflies fluttering in his belly, - Now, why don't you take this robe off and come back to sit on my bed prettily, hm? His boyfriend's cheeks were red and he was smiling wide when he got up to do just as requested.
He went to the bathroom to hang the robe there and check himself in the mirror.
After giving himself a thorough once-over an idea popped in his head. He opened the drawer where he kept his beauty products and some trinkets and fished out a collar he ordered some time ago but never had a chance to try on yet.
It was fairly simple, not too thin, not too wide, perfectly complimenting his neck, made out of soft but sturdy black leather.
It had silver buckle in the front with a custom made tag in a shape of a guitar pick and three letters engraved on the front and other three on the back.
PJM and MYG. He felt the familiar stirring in his lower abdomen just at the thought of wearing something with their names on it.
Jimin put it on, fastening not to tightly but snuggly as he liked it.
He looked at himself once more and was satisfied with the expanse of naked lotioned skin. Yoongi didn't specify to be fully naked, just asked to take off the robe. He thinks his hyung will like this little surprise. When he walked back into the bedroom, his boyfriend was already waiting for him, standing next to the bed, wearing the same black oversized sweatshirt, arms crossed, looking back at him expectantly. His eyes paused on the younger’s neck and that's when they lit up with desire, became sharp and narrowed.
Jimin could see it almost broke his Hyung's composure as he studied it in more details as his lover was approaching him. Jimin kneeled on the bed in front of him with hands placed on his knees.
He straightened his shoulders and neck, showcasing his new accessory, looking up at his Hyung.
- Look at you, sitting so prettily for me, Minnie, - the elder rasped, cupping Jim!ns jaw, - Let me look at you some more. What is this pretty thing? - he touched the collar, gently inserting his pointer finger between the leather band and the soft skin of his lover’s throat, giving it a gentle tug.
- Ah, - the dancer couldn't hold back a quiet surprised moan at this. - It's something I had custom made for me recently. The engravings took a long time because I couldn't choose a perfect font but I managed eventually, - he smiled sweetly. He could see his boyfriend studying both sides of the silver tag, mouth hanging open, one hand still holding onto the collar and another gripping his own forearm, knuckles white.
He almost giggled, his hyung was so easily affected and he felt proud of himself. - It looks gorgeous on you, sweetheart, - Yo0ngi rasped, gaze trailing to the younger’s own eyes, a silent promise burning in them.
Jimin smiled contentedly in return and waited patiently. Yoongi caressed his hair, trailing down to his sharp jawline, tracing the dips in his neck and grazing the collarbones with blunt fingernails.
He heard the younger’s breath hitching and asked softly:
- Now tell me what you'd like, kitten, - he saw Jimin starting to blush again, all the way down his face and neck and starting to fiddle with his cute fingers.
He half regretted not asking to wear a sweater or hoodie of his so he could admire those sweater paws. He thought those paws were one of the most precious things to ever exist.
Just like their owner. Jimin hummed as if thinking when in fact he already decided what he wanted for tonight.
He was a bit nervous and it didn't go unnoticed.
- Yoongi then cupped his face with both hands and hushed him softly:
- Whatever is it you want, Hyung will provide, kitten, don't be shy. Jimin smiled gratefully and stretched his hand to grab onto the belt of the elders jeans.
His lover hummed in understanding.
- Okay, kitten, come here.
He leaned closer and their lips met in a slow passionate kiss. Yoongi glided his palms all the way down to Jimin's hands and guided them to the buckle of his belt.
His lover understood the silent request and began unfastening it.
Still eloped in a wet messy kiss, he pulled it through the loops and offered it to his Hyung. - Good boy, - he said between sucking on the warm plush lips, - Now go on, get ready for me.
Jimin whined and hurriedly placed a pillow under his pelvis before lowering himself across the bed, which pulled a chuckle out of the elder. - My eager Minnie, - he murmured, caressing the supple flesh of his naked buttocks, - Colour?
- It's green, Hyung, - Jimin sighed and coosed his eyes in anticipation.
First he kept feeling the soft touches and then he felt the first lick of the belt on his bare skin. - Ngh, - he choked down the moan. It wasn't very hard, only surprising, even though he craved for it.
Yoongi waited a little and swung his belt again.
It landed on Jimin's assckeeks with a crack and it seemed so loud in otherwise quiet room.
The younger’s breathing quickened. He could hear blood rushing in his ears.
His Hyung's pace was slow, as it usually was in the beginning.
After landing about ten solid swats on his reddening cheeks, Jimin started squirming. His now fully hard cock was trapped between his abdomen and the pillow, he could feel precome already leaking out of it.
He wanted to grind down hard and fast but he knew it will be so much better I the end if he paced it. Yoongi must have noticed the movements because the next moment his deep voice sounded from above:
- You're so sensitive, darling. Aren't you so pretty when you're excited? - He put the belt down and started giving the marked skin featherlight touches. Want me to hold you down, sweetheart? - he placed his palm on Jimin's lower back, applying just the right amount of pressure to steady the younger but not enough to make it hurt.
- Okay? - he asked and saw Jimin quietly nodding. He raised the belt and landed a few more swats in a rapid succession that made his lover release a staccato of loud whines.
He tried moving from side to side to get more of the delicious friction but his Hyung's big hand was holding him down securely. Yoongi breathed in such out steadily and deeply.
His own cock was straining in his jeans and underwear and he craved to stroke it to relieve some pressure, but he could withstand some discomfort for his boyfriend's pleasure.
He knew how much the other needs it, both of them do. - Yellow, - Jimin moaned after another row of spanks.
Yoongi immediately stopped but kept the pressure of his hand.
Jimin felt like he was floating, a fuzzy feeling like his head was full of cotton or like he was in an airplane taking off.
His eyes were teary but he was good. Pleasure and pain were mixing deliciously, making him take big gulps of air.
He felt his Hyung lifting him up in a kneeling position and welcomed the warmth of his firm chest on his back.
He heard the fabric moving and soon he was pressed to it again, a naked one this time. It was even warmer like that, safe.
The strong arms were hugging him tightly, one across the chest and another squeezing his dainty waist, moving up and down in soothing firm motions. - You good darling? Breathe slower - Yoongi whispered directly in his ear, landing small pecks on his sweat covered neck.
- Yeah, - the dancer sighed and giggled airily, - maybe too good for a moment there, - he turned his face to the side, - Kiss? That Yoongi did.
He held his lover carefully and tight, kissing slowly, whispering praises and compliments, making him laugh quietly.
- Better now? - his hands wandered lower to the prominent v-line, - Want me to take care of you? Jimin turned to face his hyung:
- Let's take care of each other, hmm? They laid down on the sheets, facing each other.
Yoongi grabbed a bottle of lube, squirted a generous amount on his hands and warmed it up a little between his fingers.
He took a hold of both their fully hard cocks, spreading it evenly. Jimin sighed in relief after not being touched properly for a while.
His hands glided along the elder's shaft down to cup his balls and fondle them gently.
He lifted his face and saw Yoongi looking at him with twinkling eyes.
- Will you pleasure us darling? - he drawled, putting one hand on the back of Jim!n's neck and getting a hold of the collar.
He placed the other on the younger’s hip to help moving steadily.
- Yes, love, - he said and that's how the other knew the shift happened and they were out of the scene.
Small careful fingers were gripping and squeezing their slathered dicks intermittently while they exchanged lewd kisses and hungrily licked into each other's mouths. When their breathing grew labored and they were nearing their peaks, Yoongi gently pulled on the collar, making it a bit tighter around Jimin's neck.
His boyfriend moaned lowly and increased the pace of his hands gliding up and down, hips rocking in the tight rings of fingers. They came not long one after another moaning and whispering in each other's lips, licking up the words that were falling out almost unconsciously. Jim!n came to his senses tangled in Yoongi's embrace, with the elder's head tucked in his neck, breathing calmed down.
He nosed at the long black strands of hair, relishing in his lover's musky scent. - You're the best, hyung, - he heard Yoongi chuckling at his words.
- As you are, sweetheart, - he answered softly, - Shower?
As they were laid later, tucked away in the fresh sheets, surrounded by the familiar scents, warm and lathered in all kinds of aftercare products, they felt the tension slipping away, leaving peace and content within.
They kept finding home in each other's soft lips and touches again and again until the sleep claimed them.
Yoongi and Jimin's favourite passing time after a great performance.
[ nsfw, hair grabbing, canon compliant]
Jimin fell into Yoongi's arms the moment they closed the door of the suite behind them with a soft click.
They were chuckling and panting a bit because they power walked from the elevator to their rooms, goofy and giddy, unable to waste any more time, bubbly with joy. Soon as all the recordings and pleasantries were over they excused themselves and popped in a lift.
It was not a place to check for hidden equipment so they stood there like good boys exchanging small talk.
But as soon as they were on their floor it was hard to keep it low. Jimin looked at his lover's face.
It was glowing and adorned in dampened curly locks, sweetest blush on his high cheeks, cupid bow lips curved beautifully in a small knowing smile.
- Fvck, hyung, you're so gorgeous, - Jimin couldn't help the words that escaped him.
He traced Yoongi's cheek with his finger and watched as the man's smile grew to a bigger, content one.
He moved his hand on his hyung's neck and then to the back of his head. He grabbed the long hair and pulled lightly, tasting the exposed neck with hot wet kisses, nibbling his soft skin. Yoongi's breath hitched.
He squeezed the younger’s slender waist, pulling him closer, trying to rub their crotches together.
He craved for the friction and the sweet release and continued to hastily paw at Jimin's shirt clad chest which made his lover stop and giggle.
- Are you that impatient, hyung? - he asked, lightly biting on the pinkened collarbone.
Every time no matter how long it took was special for them. And he knew Yoongi really appreciated how he learned to read the elder even from the smallest gestures.
He knew he felt a bit spent because of all the nerves and adrenalin.
So he gently took Yoongi's fingers in his hands and determingly guided him to the bedroom.
It didn't take them long to rid of all their clothes and lie comfortably among clean pillows and blankets.
Jimun laid his love on his back and kneeled, slowly parting Yoongi's knees. He was rubbing circles on his ankle that rested on his shoulder for a while, to get his hyung more relaxed.
- Okay? - he asked softly and got a reassuring nod and a gummy smile in return.
Jimin hovered above him, taking the sight in. Yoongi with a burning blush on his cheeks that went all the way to his chest, his big veined hands touching his nipples, as if trying to tease the younger even more, and a stiff cock resting on his stomach, already gathering precome, ready to spill and to be tasted.
- Look at you all laid out for me so prettily, hyung, - Jimin murmured and wasted no more time before diving down to mouth at the hardened shaft, paying special attention to the sensitive underside.
- Ngh, Jimin-ah, - Yoongi rasped, moving and emitting soft moans of pleasure.
He buried his fingers in Jimin’s trimmed locks, and good for him, there was enough to grab and gently hold on to while giving short quick thrusts into the warm mouth, just as he knew his lover liked.
He was getting so lost in pleasure he didn't realize Jimin’s fingers were two knuckles deep inside him, carefully and thoroughly preparing him with a generous amount of lube.
He was just about to say he can take no more when the younger got off his cock with a pop.
- Turn around, hyung, - his voice got thicker after working his throat for Yoongi so well.
The elder complied and was getting on his elbows but Jimin pushed him further until he was laying flat on the bed.
He could only squeeze the pillow til his knuckles turned white and mewl helplessly as Jimin slowly entered him and then gradually increased his pace, almost lying on top of him fully, holding him down and grabbing his forearms tightly. His cock was trapped between the sheets and his body leaking everywhere and ready to burst.
When he was about to come he felt a hand grab his hair and crane his neck, felt full wet lips on his ear and his lover’s hard panting and it was what tipped him over the edge.
He thought he blacked out for a bit because when the room stopped spinning, Jimin was gently cleaning him with a wet towel while trailing kisses all over his shoulders.
- You did so good, Minnie, - he sighed and turned around to embrace the younger tightly, - Come here.
Jimin followed his hyung as he sat on the bed, leaning on the headboard and patting his lap with a cheeky smile.
- Hyung, you're unbelievable, - the younger shook his head and chuckled.
The way Yoongi could look cute while being tired, flushed, naked and sweaty was beyond any belief.
Jimin's hands went up Yoongi's thighs and he carefully sat there, arching his back and neck just how he knew looked alluring. He couldn't keep the composure for very long though because he couldn't resist curling on the man's chest and moving as close as possible to him.
- Cold, Jiminie? - he asked and after a quick nod he reached for the blanket to keep them warm.
Jimin was absent-mindedly tracing figures on Yoongi's chest or at least the elder thought so until soft pillowy lips that wrapped around his nipple awoke him from his daze.
He lifted the younger’s chin with his fingers so he could devour those lips like they deserve.
Then he felt a bottle being pushed into his palm and smiled into the kiss.
- How do you want it, love? - he whispered into those reddened lips.
- Just like this, hyung, - Jimin responded just as quietly, pulling the blanket closer, - Want to stay just as we are.
- Then it's yours, - Yoongi replied simply and pulled the younger close to his body.
He was holding his waist with his left arm tightly while prepping him with the other. Jimin's quiet whispering in his ear turned into long drawn moans as he entered him and started moving slowly and deeply.
They were barely kissing, just breathing into each other mouths, holding onto hips and shoulders hard, surrounded by their warmth.
Jimin felt warm release filling him up as he came all over his hyung's abdomen, feeling as content as ever, hearing quiet "I love you"s and whispering them back.
As they quietly kissed they enjoyed every minute of being in their safest place - in each other's arms.
All Jimin wanted to do was to collapse into bed and not move for a couple of days.
His limbs were aching and his abdomen pleasantly sore.
They worked so hard and well for three shows and now it was finally the time to rest really well too. He was still processing the emotions he felt after finally reuniting with those who he cared so much about.
He showered thoroughly and tended to his face, looking in the bathroom mirror. His lips were tinted red from biting and breathing hard. He was slathering his shoulders with his favourite body lotion when he suddenly realised, he wasn’t jittery from the concert adrenaline anymore but because he was feeling a bit horny.
Still rubbing in the remnants of the lotion into his arms he walked up to the chest of drawers. He contemplated for a while.
He didn’t make any plans other than resting in his room. Therefore it was highly unlikely someone would bother him right now.
His beloved hyung included.
His sweet Suga-hyung made a quick escape to a studio even though he was surely knackered too. So it was Jimin-time right now.
He loved playing with himself - his hubby would know all about that - and he was usually very meticulous about it.
Jimin loved toys and dressing up, loved building up tension and edging when he had time to do everything properly. He could be at it for hours.
He opened the top drawer where he kept all of his tights and lingerie.
He chose a simple pair of black fishnet hold ups and sat on the side of the bed that was closer to a tall mirror. J!min took his time carefully putting the stockings on, already feeling excited about the feeling they gave him.
He adored the way the fabric was hugging his muscular thighs and calves.
He stretched his tired limbs and glanced in the mirror. He had a faint blush on his cheeks, maybe from the hot shower or maybe he was starting to get all hot and bothered.
He moved to the centre of the bed and sat there facing the mirror.
He looked at himself in the reflection, slowly moving his hands up and down his thighs. He grazed his hipbones with his nails and his breath hitched.
If he closed his eyes he could easily imagine his hyung biting on them, licking along his v-line.
Jimin slowly spread his legs and proceeded touching his inner thighs purposely avoiding his hardening cock. He was getting lost in building tension and fantasies rushing through his mind when suddenly he heard a knock on the door that had him stop what he was doing.
- Jimin-ah, you there? - he heard Yoongi’s voice loud and clear, - Can I come in? Jimin gulped and asked:
- Are you alone there, hyung?
- Yeah? - It seemed like his hyung was either amused or curious.
- You can come in then, - he decided not to turn around and continued to touch his legs sensually, looking at himself and his beloved in the mirror.
The door opened with a quiet sound and he added:
- Just lock the door behind you, okay?
His voice turned soft, with a hint of sweetness.
Yoongi walked in and locked the door with his eyes still stuck on the scene right before him. He slowly approached the bed, kneeled among the ruffled covers and asked in a low tone:
- What are you up to here, Min-ah?
His hand went up to Jimin’s hair to tuck a lock behind his ear. Jimin could see his hyung pause looking at his crescent.
He felt hot steady breaths on his nape and it made goosebumps raise on his arms.
- Can I? - the elder whispered.
- Yeah, - Jimin nodded and closed his eyes.
He almost moaned in pleasure as Yoongi's lips travelled from his neck further down to his shoulders, painting them with sweet little kisses.
He could feel his beloved tasting his skin with kittenish licks. He wanted hyung to touch him everywhere, squeezing all his curves with strong hands, press skin to skin and hug with those big arms.
But it seemed like he was content just to lightly kiss his shoulder blades and run his hands through the younger’s hair. When he was almost ready to combust, Yoongi rose up from the bed and walked around it to have a better look of his baby.
- Look at you, all gorgeous and pretty, - he rasped sensually, unbuttoning his own jeans.
Jimin blushed harder from the attention but didn’t stop the movement of his hands that were now lazily cupping his balls and fully erect cock.
He could see the outline of Yoongi's length hidden only by the fabric of his boxers, after he took his jeans off, kicking them aside. Yoongi caressed the dancer's legs slowly, enjoying the feeling of fishnet and soft warm skin under his fingertips.
The black ones suited him really well. Just like literally everything he owned.
Yoongi felt giddy with excitement. - Let me look at your feet, - he asked and Jimin gladly raised his legs, leaning on his hands, and stretched his feet towards his hyung’s hands.
He felt long fingers press his soles and pull the stockings a bit just to release after a second. The younger reached Yoong!’s cock with his stocking clad feet and demanded:
- Take them off now, please?
Yoongi chuckled.
- Minnie wants to play? - he smirked taking his underwear off slowly and putting his hands behind his back like a good boy.
Jimin loved that.
- Uh-huh, - Jimin curled and uncurled his toes and heard a quiet gasp.
He dragged his feet carefully along the length of his lover’s cock, feeling it harden more and more as the time passed.
His movements were precised and practiced. He was loving the feeling of hardness under his delicate feet and his lover's quiet grunts were music to his ears.
He was getting more and more wound up and his neglected cock was starting to throb.
He tried rubbing his thighs together but it didn't make much difference.
- Need some help, baby? - Yoongi asked, gently taking Jimin’s feet in his hands and lowering them on the bed, - Just show me what you want, it’s all yours.
Jimin sighed and made a grabbing motion with his hands.
Yoongi felt relieved when their lips met in a hot passionate kiss. He sucked on the younger’s plush lips, eating up his little moans.
His pretty lover got out of the kiss with a wet pop and moved to lower himself bent over the edge of the bed. A quick look to the side told Yoongi that he could still partially see himself in that mirror that they both loved so much.
- Okay sweetling,- he said softly, moving to kneel right behind him.
They had all the time in the world to explore many things they liked and they both knew what made each other tick.
- Play with yourself for me, Minnie but try not to come just yet. - He said quietly but firmly.
- Yes, hyung, - Jimin answered and immediately put two fingers inside his mouth, generously coating them with saliva.
- Ah, - He moaned as Yoongi landed a slap on his asscheek.
It wasn't very painful but combined with the fact that he looked at himself while being spanked really did it for him.
He touched the head of his cock with wet fingers and moved them in circles as the elder landed more and more strikes on his reddening bottom. He sucked on the fingers of his other hand that went to tease and pull on the nipples,igniting hot sparks in his lower abdomen.
Jimin was edging himself carefully while his hyung kneaded and spread his cheeks to lick his rim and generously spit on it. He could see them in the mirror and their debauched look was only turning him on more.
- Ah, hyung, - it was getting a bit too much for him, - Wanna come!
- Keep stroking yourself, pretty. - he said and tightened the hold on his hips.
Yoongi started licking his hole more intensely, thrusting inside with his skillful tongue and making obscene noises.
He licked a fat stripe upwards, gently sucking on his balls and continued to push and prod inside like he was born to do it. He was practically fucking him with his tongue, carefully adding a finger to a tight heat.
After that it didn’t take long for Jimin to come with a string of short moans filling the room and painting the sheets white.
Soon everything could be heard was their quickened breaths.
- Come here now, love, - Jimin said turning around and pulling his hyung to lie on top of him.
- Mm, you sure? - asked Yoongi, eagerly sucking on his defined collarbones and puffy chest. - Colour?
- Ngh.. green, - Jimin moaned, - Please, hyung.
Yoongi grabbed the backs of his thighs and pushed them up.
Grabbing the lube from the bedside table, he coated his fingers generously and set to prepare his lover.
Jimin was a gasping and moaning mess from oversensitivity but his hyung knew just how much he liked it. His Minnie loved to be pushed to his limits again and again.
Soon Yoongi’s three fingers were carefully moving inside and out, slowly stretching velvety walls while he was helping Jim!n hold his bent legs up. When he saw his love nodding again he gently guided him to wrap his legs around his waist.
- Ready? - He landed a kiss on his spit slicked lips and saw Jimin nod again.
He wanted to ask one more time, just to be sure.
- Ruin me, hyung, - he whispered lifting a corner of his lips teasingly, smirking like a cat that got the cream.
Yoongi had a rather good self-control but he felt like he could cry in relief as he bottomed out. The first few thrusts were slow but then he felt soft heels tapping his lower back impatiently and got the message.
Jimin might have looked fucked out but he was in total control and never let his hyung forget it. That’s exactly why this menace was driving him insane.
Made him want to kiss his feet and have a sparring match the very next second.
Made his heart beat faster. Yoongi fastened the pace of his thrusts, making them deep and fast bottoming out and long dragging back.
He enjoyed the tiny mewls coming out of his lover’s lips that only spurred him on moving faster and rougher. His knuckes were white with how strong he was holding on to a perfectly sculpted body trapped underneath him.
- Mnn...AH! - Jimin moaned especially loud and Yoongi saw his cock leaking white all over his tummy, the clear evidence of his second orgasm.
Yoongi sped up some more and soon filled the tight heat with his cum, leaning on elbows and almost cradling his lover beneath.
For a while he couldn't stop kissing those puffy lips and nose and all his face. He then put their sweaty foreheads together and for the time being they just stayed like this, in the same space, mingling their breath, looking at each other’s sated faces, pulling little smiles out of each other.
They could enjoy this time of peace to the fullest.
