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The prank wars between the two eldest members of Bangtan had reached a breaking point. Even the other members were noticing and commenting. But Jin was not going to be the losing party in this war. He had a reputation to uphold. So, when he decided that scaring the ever-loving shit out of Yoongi was the best way to solidify himself as king of the prank war, it only took a few days to figure out when and where would be the best time to strike. Yoongi was notoriously difficult to frighten in terms of jump scares, so it needed to be good. And Jin knew exactly where to attack.
Jin peeked out of the tiny slits in the closet door, trying to make his breathing shallow. The door creaked open, and Yoongi tossed his bag on the floor, groaning as he kicked the door shut.
Jin tensed, ready to jump at the perfect moment.
Yoongi went toward the bed, and Jin heard his belt click. Surely, he’d come near the closet before crawling into bed, right?
Instead, Yoongi dropped his pants and boxers, standing straight to kick out of them and tug his shirt off.
Jin’s heart began to pound. There was no way in hell...
Yoongi padded over to his dresser. Even through the tiny closet opening, Jin could see his cock, half hard. It was thick and curved, and Jin’s stomach knotted. That would feel amazing buried in his ass.
He opened his drawer, pulling out a bottle of what had to be lube, and something Jin couldn’t make out. Instead of turning back to the bed, Yoongi faced the closet, his gaze to the left of it.
Mirror, Jin remembered, Yoongi had a full-length mirror there. He could jump out now. Stop this and save some face...
But Yoongi’s hands were sliding down his body, catching his cock and stroking slowly to hardness as he gazed into the mirror.
Jin’s cock was thickening in his jeans, tenting the front out. No way he could jump out now. He shifted, moving a bit closer to the door.
Yoongi was sliding a black ring down his cock, a soft sigh escaping his mouth as he did.
God, he used cock rings. Jin’s ass clenched. He was a grower... Thick and long and fuck, how long had it been since Jin got laid? He palmed himself through his jeans, watching Yoongi grab the lube and pad back over to the bed.
Jin bit back a whine when Yoongi flopped onto the bed, spread legged. He took his time, feeling his body and enjoying it. His hands worked slowly down his chest, plucking his nipples, squeezing his throat, short nails scraping his skin.
Jin’s cock was throbbing painfully, desperate for some release. He thumbed his button and pushed the zipper a fraction of an inch, wincing at the loud noise. Yoongi froze, glancing toward the closet.
The jig was up, he’d get caught and Yoongi would freak out.
Instead, Yoongi shrugged and laid back, continuing to work his hands slowly down his body. He shifted, pouring a good amount of lube into his palm.
“That’s it,” he growled in a voice Jin had never heard. “Suck my cock, hyung,”
Jin’s stomach twisted. Yoongi slid the lube covered hand down his cock, the wet squelch echoing in the quiet room. His head fell back.
“God yeah... Swallow it, such a hot mouth, hyungie...” Yoongi moaned, his hips bucking up into his grip.
Jin timed his zipper to the squelch of the lube, finally freeing himself enough to push his jeans and boxers around his thighs. He began to stroke his cock in time with Yoongi, using his other hand to cover his mouth and stifle the whines that threatened to slip out.
Yoongi changed tactics then. He let go of his cock and bent his knees up, exposing his ass for Jin’s viewing.
“Go on.. Fuck...” Yoongi moaned, circling two wet fingers around his tight rim. “Eat my ass, hyung. I wanna ride your face.”
Yoongi buried the fingers in his ass, moaning sharply. His hips jerked off the bed. “Fuck yeah, hyung—“ He whined, beginning time thrust and scissor the fingers. “Loosen your ass... I’m gonna fuck the shit out of you tonight,” Yoongi growled, that same low, dangerous voice returning.
Jin drooled in his hand, soaking his fingers. He reached back, eager to obey despite not being the intended for the command. He wondered who Yoongi was imagining. Lucky man, whoever it was... To be split open by that cock... A soft, happy whimper slipped out when Jin drove his fingers past his tight rim. He went still once more, one hand gripping his cock almost painfully tight, biting down hard enough on his lips to sting.
Yoongi had frozen as well, glaring toward the closet. For a split second, their eyes met, and Jin’s heart sank. He had to see him.
Yoongi made a small noise and laid back, smirking. He picked up stroking his cock at a lazy pace, still fingering his ass.
“That’s it,” he growled. “Open that asshole up for me.”
He moaned and writhed on the bed. He pulled his fingers free, stroking himself slow and steady.
“Add another finger. I want you ready for me,” he demanded, throat bared as he moaned.
Jin obeyed again, fantasizing how perfect he’d be for Yoongi. Yoongi began to stroke himself again, pumping his hips up into his fist. He’d fuck Jin’s face so good...
“Stop touching your fucking cock, baby... You’re gonna come with my dick inside you or not at all.”
Jin huffed softly at that, letting his cock go. He wondered if he should edge himself, finger his ass until Yoongi came and then sneak out. He almost wanted to... But he also wanted to come, watching the way Yoongi moved on the bed, caught up in his own pleasure.
Jin was so lost in his head, he nearly missed Yoongi rising and padding over to the mirror again. Now close, Jin could see the firm veins in his shaft, and the ruddy purpled head as he squeezed and stroked.
“Like what you see?” Yoongi growled. He reached out suddenly and opened the closet door, nearly making Jin fall forward.
“Then fucking suck it.”
Jin spluttered, pulling his fingers free and struggling to cover his nudity. Yoongi reached out, grabbing his hair and pulling him forward.
“You wanna be a pervert and jerk off in my closet, you’ll pay for the show. Suck my cock, Jin-hyung.”
Jin opened his mouth wide, letting Yoongi push his cock in. The lube was sweet, and the salty tang of Yoongi’s precome still shined through. He kept his fingers in Jin’s hair as Jin began to bob his head along the shaft.
Yoongi groaned low in his throat, his head falling back.
He began to drag Jin’s head forward, his cock twitching when Jin gagged on his tip.
“That’s good... Fuck... Were you being a good boy and listening to my instructions?” Yoongi panted.
Jin pulled back, wetting his lips. “I— Yoongi, I’m sorry, I—“
“I didn’t ask for an apology.” Yoongi pulled Jin up, stripping him out of his shirt. “Get your pants off and get on the bed.”
“Are you gonna fuck me?” Jin whispered.
“Do you want me to?”
Jin swallowed hard. He nodded, kicking the rest of his clothes off. He went to the bed, staring for a moment.
“Do you want me on my stomach or my back?”
Yoongi stepped up behind him, his cock rubbing against Jin’s ass as he kissed his broad shoulder.
“Neither, yet.”
Before Jin could ask, Yoongi kicked lightly at the insides of his ankles, forcing him to spread his legs. He placed a hand on Jin’s back and pushed, forcing his torso down onto the bed. Jin’s cheeks flushed, his ass exposed to Yoongi.
Yoongi smacked both cheeks hard, and Jin shouted. He spread him open, whistling. “So responsive,” he praised, rubbing his thumb over Jin’s flexing hole. “And what a cute gape, you did get yourself ready for me, hm, hyung? The way I wanna just... Fucking push it into you.” He pushed his thumb a bit past Jin’s rim.
Jin moaned. He reached back and held himself open, clenching and releasing around Yoongi’s thumb.
“You want it,” Yoongi mumbled. He grabbed his cock, slapping it lightly against Jin’s furled hole. He began to rub against him, his tip catching on Jin’s rim.
“I do,” Jin whined, pushing his ass back. “I wanna be fucked so good, Yoongi, please.”
Yoongi drizzled lube down the crack of Jin’s ass, using the tip of his cock to rub it against Jin’s opening.
“Please—“ Jin moaned against the mattress.
“Call me hyung.”
Jin’s heart skipped a beat, his cock twitching. “What?”
“You wanna beg for my cock like a needy bitch, you don’t get to be hyung tonight. Do it. Beg for it.” Yoongi slapped his tip against Jin’s hole lightly.
“Yoongi-hyung, please,” Jin keened. “Fuck my ass, stretch me out on your cock, I need it, hyung—“
Yoongi drove into Jin’s ass as he spoke, silent save for a quiet grunt when he bottomed out.
Jin bucked under his grip, the tight muscles in his ass aching from the sudden intrusion. He screamed into the mattress, hands flying back to grab Yoongi’s hips.
Yoongi grabbed his slender waist, pinning him to the bed. He pulled out and slammed back in, grunting once more. He leaned down, biting Jin’s earlobe as he twisted his hips.
“Tight as a fucking virgin, Jinnie, baby. You sound so pretty screaming for my cock. Stop hiding those sounds.” He fisted Jin’s hair and yanked his head back as he righted himself. He began to fuck into Jin with brutal thrusts, the bed squeaking under the pummeling. Jin let himself moan and scream, his cock throbbing and dribbling onto the mattress.
His ass ached all the way up his spine, Yoongi’s cock driving impossibly deep. The constant assault on his prostate had his pleasure and pain signals skewed, and he loved every second of it.
Hot tears rolled down his cheeks as he begged for more, reaching back to hold his ass open.
Yoongi continued to grunt on each inward thrust, his balls striking Jin’s ass. He reached over, grabbing his phone and fiddling with it, his rhythm barely effected.
“I’m wrecking your hole, baby,” Yoongi grumbled. He held his phone up. Jin blinked the tears away, watching the screen. Yoongi’s cock looked impossibly big as it pumped into his tight ass, the rim red and shiny as it struggled to handle Yoongi’s girth. He dropped the phone and grabbed Jin’s throat, pulling him up as he fucked into him.
“You’re gonna feel what I’m doing to you now for days, Jin,” he growled into Jin’s ear. “And now that I know how needy you are for a cock ruining you, I’m never jerking off again.”
He squeezed Jin’s throat warningly. “Whenever I need to come, I’m finding you and fucking you. You’re never gonna be tight again.”
Jin sobbed Yoongi’s name. His cock began to twitch, ropes of come matching the deep thrusts in his ass spilling out onto the bed. Yoongi cooed.
“Aw, good boy. Coming on my cock. Let it all out for me, Jin. I’m gonna fill you up.”
Jin shuddered through his orgasm, his balls beginning to ache from the strong throbs. Each time it faded, it peaked again when Yoongi slammed against his sore prostate. His cock continued to dribble weak little ropes of come even as Yoongi lost his rhythm. He wrapped his arms tight around Jin, moaning I to his shoulder. His thrusts became fast and shallow, keeping himself buried as close to balls deep as he could manage.
Jin pressed a sleepy kiss to his temple, clenching around him.
“Come in me, Yoongi... I need it. I want it,” he whispered.
Yoongi groaned, his teeth finding purchase on Jin’s shoulder. He reached down, a small snap and the cock ring dropped between their legs. He slammed in hard twice more as his cock and balls throbbed, signaling his release as deep as he could into Jin’s ass.
Jin smiled, biting his lip. The throbs were strong enough to feel even inside. He reached back, gently cupping and squeezing Yoongi’s balls.
“That’s it. Empty them into me, baby... It’s what my ass is for,” he praised, earning a full body shudder from Yoongi and another strong throb.
They slumped over the bed, shifting just enough to share lazy kisses, until Yoongi was too soft to remain buried inside Jin. He slipped out, and they both giggled at the wet dribble of thick come that followed.
Yoongi grabbed a tissue, cleaning the mess from Jin’s thighs, and Jin wiped what he could from the sheet before the two fell into the bed, cuddled in each other’s arms.
“Wow,” Jin finally mumbled when the silence stretched on far too long for his comfort. “How long did you know I was in the closet?”
Yoongi huffed, his face buried in Jin’s chest. “I had a pretty good idea right away… There was a funny noise. When you moaned… I caught you peeking. I knew it then.”
“Why didn’t you call me out?” Jin asked softly. Yoongi looked up.
“Because letting you watch me… Pretending I didn’t know… It was the only way I knew I’d have the nerve to go any further with you… I’ve wanted to. For a while. But I…” Yoongi shrugged. “Always lost my nerve.”
“Why? You know me, Yoongi. Even if I wasn’t into you like that… I’d never shame you for your feelings.”
“I know that, rationally. But I really wanted them to be reciprocated… Today I learned they were.”
“And you decided to fuck the holy hell out of me in return,” Jin joked, slinging an arm over his eyes. He chuckled. “I’m gonna be sore for a week.”
“I didn’t go too rough, right?”
“No, I liked it.”
“Why were you in my closet anyway?” Yoongi asked suddenly, lifting himself up on his elbow to look at Jin.
Jin felt his ears and cheeks redden. “It seems dumb now that we…”
“What?”
“I was trying to scare you,” Jin mumbled. “Our pranks… I figured jumping out of your closet was the best prank ever… But you came in and stripped so fast… Then started jerking off, I felt like at any point if I jumped out, it’d look way worse than if I just hid in there and hoped you didn’t catch me.”
Yoongi blinked at him, clearly processing the information. He threw his head back and cackled then, flopping onto his back on the bed. Jin chuckled helplessly, watching Yoongi crack up.
“I’m going to push you off this bed,” he finally muttered when Yoongi seemed to show no signs of stopping.
Yoongi gasped for breath, holding his belly. “Sorry, sorry,” he said without much effort. “I just can’t believe you were trying to scare me and you got your ass fucked for it. I figured you were trying to creatively come out of the closet… Even though we’ve known for years you were gay as hell.”
Jin tried to bite back his own laugh at Yoongi’s explanation… Putting it that way, it was pretty funny. He began to laugh as well, holding tight to Yoongi as he did.
When their laughter faded to soft chuckles and groans of tired stomachs, Jin nuzzled Yoongi’s neck. “Go on a date with me tomorrow night. A real one.”
“I’d love to,” Yoongi said, lowering his head enough to brush his lips over Jin’s.
“Yeah?” Jin asked, kissing him gently. Yoongi nodded.
“Of course.”
Jin sighed happily, smiling as he laid his head back on the pillow. “Honestly, I’m just glad you didn’t think I was a total creep,” he admitted.
“Oh, on the contrary. You are a total creep,” Yoongi said simply. Jin gaped at him, and Yoongi grinned. Jin rolled his eyes deeply, grinning as Yoongi pressed a kiss to his cheek.
“I just love you for it,” Yoongi whispered. Jin’s heart skipped a beat. It might not have been the plan when he slipped into Yoongi’s closet that evening… But he sure was happy with the outcome.