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The weather forecast had announced a violent storm for the night but as the car turned on a residential street lined with fancy apartments, the evening’s sky was still clear of any clouds. Looking up at the sky through the car’s window, Jimin only noticed he was holding his breath when Hoseok landed a reassuring hand on his thigh. Looking over at his boyfriend in the driver’s seat, Jimin smiled shyly.
“Nervous?” Hoseok worried.
“Not really.” Jimin shrugged, going back to look at the passerbys out the window.
“Excited?” His boyfriend’s voice was now more cheerful.
Jimin let his fingers brush against Hoseok’s leg and up to the front of the older’s jeans.
“Yeah.” The younger smiled, biting his lips.
Hoseok parked the car in front of a building decorated with large windows that revealed high class apartments. Jimin swallowed hard, feeling jittery as he eyed the valet walking towards them. He hesitantly unbuckled his seatbelt before turning to Hoseok.
“Are you ready?” Hoseok held his hand, rubbing his thumb on the back of Jimin’s.
Jimin knew if he changed his mind, Hoseok would drive him back home and they would forget all about this. Hoseok would never hold it against him and their lives would go on without any problem. But Jimin had to admit he was eager at the idea of going inside the foreign environment he would find behind the building’s glass doors, feeling himself harden at the thought of what was going to happen within the next hour.
“Yeah.” He breathed, leaning his forehead against his boyfriend’s before letting himself be kissed by the older as softly as always.
“Text me when you’re done, I’ll be right here.” Hoseok smiled and just like that Jimin found himself alone in the cold night’s air, the valet staring him up and down.
The air was humid and Jimin wondered if it would start raining while he was inside.
The couple lived in a nice apartment. They had large windows with a view of a green park where people walked their dogs in the afternoon and an authentic brick wall in their bedroom. All of their furniture was paid for, some which was bought from small antique store located at the corner of the street. They couldn’t complain about their living arrangement. But when he walked into the large apartment complex, stepping into the elevator decorated with dark ceramic and gold colored buttons, Jimin couldn’t help but compare his own elevator-less building with this expensive looking decor.
Looking down at the small paper clutched in his hand where the apartment number was noted with bright orange ink, Jimin stepped out into the dimly lit halls making his way to the door labeled ‘703’.
Jimin knew he shouldn't overthink what was happening. He had agreed to coming here alone, spend an hour with whoever lived there and go back home to his boyfriend who had organized the whole thing in the first place. He knocked loud and clear on the door, waiting for someone to answer him. Hoseok had asked him to come here, he had nothing to worry about.
The door opened a few seconds later and Jimin felt his breath rush out of his lungs, as if he had been hit in the stomach. The man in front of him was about the same height as him, a thin body dressed in strangely casual clothes for someone living in such an expensive place, grey hair almost as pale as his white shirt. Unsure why, Jimin had expected the man to be older and less attractive. He noticed the man’s rosy lips when he finally spoke.
“Hi, Jimin right?” The voice was deep and husky, the words coming out as a mumble.
Jimin nodded, wrapping his arms around himself, a self-conscious habit he had developed in high school and kept even now that he was an independent adult. The man moved to the side, inviting Jimin inside.
The apartment was spacious, decorated with a humble taste. Cream colored furniture against the dark wood floor and white walls, which Jimin would have usually found too cold but the young man was surprised at how cozy the room felt. The place being not entirely tidy and the unlit candles on the living room table helped create a homey feel.
Jimin took off his sneakers and walked carefully to the large L shaped couch that could probably sit at least six people easily when the man’s voice startled him.
“I’m Yoongi, by the way.” Yoongi’s voice teased, a playful jab at Jimin’s mistake. Hoseok had told him to be polite and yet he had walked into this stranger’s apartment without even asking his name.
“Sorry, nice to meet you.” Jimin bowed quickly, feeling his cheeks heat up.
“Do you want anything to drink?” The man disappeared into the kitchen and Jimin dropped his bag next to the couch as Hoseok had instructed before following him. “I have beer, wine, soda...” Yoongi listed the choices from where his head was into the fridge.
“Do you have something stronger.” Jimin laughed pitifully at himself.
“Nervous?” Yoongi asked the same thing as Hoseok had only a few minutes ago, his voice somehow laced with just as much care and worry as Hoseok’s. “I have some Brandy somewhere in here.” The man smiled after closing the fridge’s door and walking towards a white cupboard where bottles with golden labels and filled with dark liquids were lined up. Yoongi returned with a beautiful elongated bottle still half full and two crystal glasses.
“Do you take it with ice?” The man asked after setting the glasses and bottle on the marble counter.
“Ah...” Jimin gaped as he read the label “Baron de Saint-Feux 1961”, aware he probably shouldn’t dilute such an expensive brandy with ice. “No, just like this is fine.”
Yoongi poured him a small amount of the amber liquor, and then some for himself. Jimin tries not to laugh at the pained expression on the older man’s face as he took a first sip, the high alcohol content difficult to enjoy for someone inexperienced.
They found themselves on the couch, the older man’s glass forgotten on the small coffee table where the candles were now lit and spreading a sweet vanilla and cinnamon aroma into the room. Jimin twirled the liquor in his glass before take a last sip, emptying it’s content, and setting it down next to Yoongi’s. Jimin leaned back into his spot on the couch and stretched his arms above his head and an audible sigh. He had been nervous all day, no, all week, about this meeting but Yoongi was oddly warm and reassuring. The small man was nothing like the old, creepy, millionaire Jimin was imagined. Yoongi made him feel welcomed, like they were just friends meeting up, no pressure.
Jimin, unsure of how to proceed, dug through his memory to find the advice Hoseok had given him. The tall man’s words echoed through his mind. “You’ll have to initiate things, tease him or something.” his boyfriend had said in between kisses the night before. Clearing his throat, Jimin scooted closer to Yoongi, resting his hand on the older’s thigh.
“So, what do you want to do now?” Jimin asked, trying to hide his awkwardness.
Yoongi’s only reply was to relax his body into the back of the couch and spreading his legs slightly, the muscles tensing under Jimin’s hand. Jimin moved closer, brushing his lips against Yoongi’s earlobe.
“Is there anything you had in mind?”
Yoongi lifted his right arm and placed his hand possessively behind Jimin’s neck, tugging him closer.
“Surprise me.” He breathed, connecting their lips harshly. Jimin felt his mind becoming clouded with excitement and lust, immediately straddling the older’s waist and deepening the kiss.
He felt himself already getting hard in his tight jeans, the fabric almost painful as he rolls his hips down against Yoongi’s, breathing heavily against the older’s mouth. He felt a strong hand tugging at his hair, tearing him away from the kiss. He was faced with Yoongi’s lustful gaze, completely different from the laid back man he had met only moments ago.
“Down.” He commanded.
And Jimin obeyed, getting up from the older’s laps and down on his knees in front of the couch, running his hands from Yoongi’s ankles up to his hips, wrapping his small fingers around the elastic of the older’s sweatpants. Looking up from approval, Jimin tugged the pants down slowly. The grey fabric now pooled at his ankles, Yoongi’s hand now brushing through Jimin’s hair before tugging harshly at them. Jimin let out a small whimper, his hands gripping tighter around the thin legs on either side of him. Gathering up his thoughts, Jimin moved to palm at the older’s member through the dark colored briefs on display in front of him and he noticed the overwhelming smell of Yoongi’s precum staining through the fabric. Jimin used the tip of his tongue to lap tentatively at the head of Yoongi’s member through the fabric, flattening his tongue to lick hungrily when Yoongi responded with a hard tug at his hair. Jimin sucked eagerly, running his hands up and down the older’s smooth thighs frantically before pulling the briefs out of the way with Yoongi’s help. Jimin wrapped him hand around the base of Yoongi’s member, holding it upright and taking in the size of it; not as thick as Hoseok’s but definitely lengthier. Just as he was about to take the head into his mouth, Yoongi grabbed his chin firmly and lifted his head up so that they were making eye contact.
“Open your mouth.” Yoongi’s voice was strong and confident causing Jimin to twitch in his pants when he let his mouth fall open. “Stick your tongue out.” Jimin complied.
Jimin watched with curious eyes as Yoongi used his free hand to swat the younger’s hand away from around his member to replace it with his own. When Jimin felt the head of Yoongi’s cock against his tongue rubbing from side to side spreading precum, he let out a cracked moan at the taste. The hand that was gripping his chin disappeared only to reappear in his hair, pushing his head down onto the older’s length slowly. Jimin was thankful of how gently Yoongi guided him down so that he could adjust his mouth to being filled. When the tip hit the back of his mouth, Jimin whimpered and reached out for purchase on Yoongi’s hips, looking up straight into the older’s eyes. The hand released his hair and motioned for him to keep going, and Jimin didn’t need to be told twice as he started to bob his head up and down in rhythm with Yoongi’s hips thrusting up. Jimin flattened his tongue, hyper aware of the the drool dripping out of his mouth and Yoongi’s fingers intertwining with his own. The small intimate gesture giving him a sense of security in the foreign situation he was in, Jimin pulled away from Yoongi’s member, a string of saliva still linking his mouth and the warm skin and bent down to mouth and lick at the older’s balls, basking in the mesmerizing scent of Yoongi’s excitement.
Jimin felt himself being pulled up into a heated and wet kiss, Yoongi manhandling him into a laying position on the soft couch and climbing on the of him. His arms up above his head and legs spread wide enough for the older to fit between them, Jimin moaned loudly when Yoongi sucked bruises on his neck. Hands all over his body, warm breath against his neck and warm tongue wetting the skin there, and low groans filling his ears, Jimin felt overwhelmed with excitement rutting his hip up in search for friction where he needed it the most without finding any. Reaching around the body above him, Jimin groped Yoongi’s ass in an attempt to their hips to connect.
“Impatient, are we?” Yoongi laughed against Jimin’s jaw. “Hoseok told me you were needy.” He added, pushing up on his forearms to stare down at Jimin’s flushed face. Shifting his weight against the couch, Yoongi brushed the dark bangs out of Jimin’s forehead to see his eyes better.
“Please...” Jimin stuttered, tugging harshly at the older’s body, earning himself a cheeky smirk and hurried hands running along his torso and down to the button keeping his pants in place, Jimin arching into the touch.
When Yoongi finally opened the younger’s pants, sliding them and the briefs down in one quick movement, Jimin moaned at the cold apartment’s air against his heated skin. He found himself reaching for Yoongi’s neck, pulling him down into another kiss, Yoongi’s tongue brushing against Jimin’s who kept his jaw slack in lust, his heart pounding loudly in his chest. He was so painfully hard and needed release, the idea of having sex with a stranger turning him on more than he had expected. Yoongi reached between their bodies and wrapped his large hand around both of their lengths, stroking them lazily as he sucked on the younger’s tongue, causing both of them to moan in unison. Jimin couldn’t wait, he had waited for this all week while being teased by his boyfriend without release, he needed Yoongi to just take him already.
“I’m already prepped.” Jimin whimpered when he felt Yoongi’s hand against on his behind, causing the older’s breath the get caught in his throat.
“Did you bring everything?” Yoongi breathed, licking his lips.
“In my bag.” Jimin pointed weakly towards the black backpack he had left next to the couch on the floor, the thought of what Yoongi would find in the bag causing a few drops of precum to leak out of his member.
Yoongi stood up from the couch, taking advantage of the situation to strip the remaining clothes from his body. Jimin admired the smooth lines of Yoongi’s body as the older crouched down to retrieve the contents of the bag, thankful that Hoseok had choosen such a good looking guy for him. Yoongi walked back to where Jimin was still spread out, dropping the items onto the coffee table.
“Get on your hands and knees.” He instructed.
Jimin turned around eagerly, supporting his weight onto his elbows and knees, spreading his legs as far as he could without falling from the couch and he felt Yoongi position himself behind him.
“Hoseok wasn’t lying,” Yoongi spread his ass cheeks to get a better view, kissing the skin just above the rim of his hole. “You’re really pretty.”
Jimin felt his legs give out at the praise, thinking about what else could have Hoseok told a perfect stranger about him. He heard the cap of the small lube bottle he had brought with him and soon two of Yoongi’s long fingers were in his hole, sliding in easily after all the prep he had been through before coming to the apartment. Jimin moaned loudly, burying his face into the cushion under him.
“Hurry.” Jimin whined, he was so painfully hard and already stretched so even if he did enjoy Yoongi’s fingers it wasn’t enough.
“Yeah, yeah. Hold on.” Yoongi snickered, using his free hand to rub up and down Jimin’s back while still pumping his fingers in and out of the younger.
“Yoongi...” Jimin’s voice trailed off in a long cracked moan as he rocked his hips to get Yoongi’s fingers to move faster and deeper into him. He felt a sharp sting to his ass, Yoongi’s hand still groping his cheek harshly. The older leaned in to whisper in his ear.
“That’s hyung to you, Jimin-ah.” Yoongi scolded, now caressing the handprint he had left on Jimin’s skin and nibbling on his earlobe.
“Hyung… Please.” Jimin begged, pressing himself up onto Yoongi’s erect member behind him. He knew he sounded pitifully needy but he couldn’t help it, an entire week of being sex deprived making release more important than his usual self consciousness.
When the lubed up head of Yoongi’s cock finally pushed inside of him, the slide easy and smooth, Jimin’s eyes welled up with tears of relief to finally being filled. Yoongi was big, easing himself slowly into Jimin inch by inch until he was as deep as he could go. Jimin’s mind fired up with desire, he wanted Yoongi to use him mercilessly in way Hoseok simply couldn’t.
Yoongi moved, his length brushing against the younger’s prostate causing him to moan even louder, and thrusted back in so violently that Jimin’s head collided with the armrest of the couch. He repeated the motion over and over, faster and faster, thrusting deep into Jimin after pulling out almost completely. Yoongi leaned down to mouth at Jimin’s neck, now only grinding his hips against the younger, the head of his member hitting the right spot relentlessly. Jimin, against his better judgment, reached down to tug at his dick. He knew he had to let Yoongi decide and use him as he pleased, but he had always been a bit of a rebel anyway. Unfortunately, he only got a few strokes before Yoongi noticed, pulling out completely and lifting him up by his throat until his back was flush against the older’s chest.
“I thought you were here to please me?” Yoongi asked, tightening his hold around Jimin’s throat until he let out a pitiful gasp for air. “You were going to cum before I even got to have fun with you.”
“S-Sorry, Hyung.” The words struggled to come out of his mouth, too busy with trying to get enough air in his lungs.
“Don’t worry about it,” Yoongi loosened his grip around the younger’s neck. “I’ll give you what you want.” The older’s tone was playful, hinting at some hidden intentions.
Yoongi bent to the side to grab something from the table just as his other hand traveled down Jimin’s body and wrapped itself around the younger’s aching member. He jerked him quickly, rutting his own erection in between Jimin’s cheeks in rhythm with his hand, building up their orgasms.
Jimin felt like he was on cloud nine, Yoongi’s warm hands working his length just the way he liked; fast and rough. Jimin knew he couldn’t last much longer, reaching up to lace his fingers into the grey strands of Yoongi’s hair. Jimin’s moan got louder as he felt his release near, fucking into the older’s fist until Yoongi tightened his hold around the base of Jimin’s cock, keeping him still. Quickly, he replaced his hand with the small plastic ring before clipping it shut around Jimin’s thick member. Jimin complained, his body falling forward onto the cushions; his trembling legs unable to hold him up anymore.
“Hoseok said not to let you finish.” Yoongi explained, pressing his chest against Jimin’s back and hugging him tightly,
“I won’t tell him if you let me.” Jimin tried his luck but blushed when the answer he got was a breathy laugh from the older.
“No way.” Yoongi whispered, breath hot against the shell of Jimin’s ear.
When pushed back in, Yoongi was rough and quick and Jimin could tell the older was close already. Yoongi sank his teeth into Jimin’s shoulder blades to muffle his groans as he came, the movement of his hips stuttering. Yoongi’s cum was hot and filled him up nicely, just the way Hoseok had wanted. Jimin felt Yoongi pull out of him, replacing his cock with his fingers skillfully.
“Turn around.” Yoongi helped a shaking Jimin lay onto his back.
Jimin offered a tired smile to Yoongi, spreading his legs wide to expose himself, his flushed skin and his cock shiny with precum. Jimin knew Yoongi wouldn’t be able to go again right away, so he wasn’t surprised when the older bent down, pumping his fingers in and out of his hole slowly and licked a long stride along his length. Jimin choked out a low moan, feeling used and messy, cum dripping out of his hole each time Yoongi’s fingers moved.
As it turns out, Yoongi was very skilled at giving head. He took Jimin into his mouth easily, his free hand fondling the younger’s balls roughly as he moaned around the head of his cock. The sight was so unexpected that Jimin’s hips bucked up, feeling himself hit the back of Yoongi’s throat but the man didn’t flinch, so Jimin did it again; fucking into his mouth slowly and feeling the vibration of Yoongi’s moans all over his body.
Yoongi groaned, pulling off of Jimin’s member and lifting one of the younger’s legs over his shoulder, shifting his weight forward until Jimin was almost bent in two. Pulling his fingers out, he lined himself against the younger’s hole, pushing in again.
Yoongi pounded into Jimin, sweat pearling at his forehead and moans flowing out of his parted lips. Jimin looked up at the man above him thinking about how beautiful he looked. The angle caused a few drops of precome to fall onto his cheek as his dick bounced against his stomach, the feeling unbearably good.
“Ah,” Yoongi’s voice was raspy, probably from taking Jimin too far into his throat. “You look so good like this.”
Jimin’s dick twitched again at the praise and he clenched around the older each time he pulled out, rocking his hips to help him reach his second orgasm of the night. They kept this position, finding a fast paced rhythm and moaning together until Yoongi pulled at Jimin’s hair, this time his moan sounded more like a scream, his hips stilling against Jimin’s ass as he emptied his second load into him before his body relaxed completely.
Yoongi reached over to the last item left on the table, a small purple plug Jimin had picked himself thinking the color would look good on him. His hole had been used so much tonight that it wasn’t painful when Yoongi replaced his dick with the toy, efficiently trapping both of his load in the younger’s ass.
The older’s lips were all over his chest and neck, short sighs feeling like a warm breeze against his skin and Jimin found himself wrapping his arms around Yoongi’s body to keep him there a bit longer. When Yoongi finally got up from the couch, mentioning he would be back in a few minutes, Jimin tried his best to focus on his surroundings. He noticed the sound of the rain that had started while they were going at it, the sweet arome of vanilla still perceptible through the smell of sex. He thought about getting up to put his clothes back on but his body was still unresponsive, so Jimin stayed immobile on the couch for a few moments, still painfully hard and his muscles feeling sore.
“Are you alright?” Yoongi’s voice startled him as the older came back into the room with a towel and a glass of icy water, wearing a new pair of sweatpants and a black t-shirt.
“I’m fine.” Jimin smiled and shifted into a sitting position before reaching for the glass Yoongi had brought for him and drinking from it, his throat feeling tight from how loud he had been.
Yoongi sat beside him, using the towel to wipe the sweat and precum smeared across the younger’s toned stomach. Jimin couldn’t help but feel a bit awkward to have someone he had met literally only half an hour ago be so attentionate with him, providing him with such gentle aftercare; he had expected to be thrown out of the apartment as soon as Yoongi had used him.
That’s why he flinched when Yoongi’s fingers brushed his bangs out of his face.
“Ah sorry, is this too much?” Yoongi apologized after removing his hands from the younger’s body.
“No, it’s ok!” Jimin’s voice was still a bit hoarse when he handed the empty glass back to Yoongi who placed it on the table. “I like it.” Jimin admitted, and as soon as he spoke, Yoongi’s hand was back into his hair, brushing them in a soothing manner.
“Do you need help getting dressed?” Yoongi asked, holding Jimin’s hand as they stood up, feeling the younger’s wobbly on his legs. .
Jimin, instead of replying, bent down to retrieve his jeans and pulled them up, wincing when the harsh fabric of his pants brushed against his erection. Jimin grimaced when he noticed the stains on his shirt, regretting not taking it off. Yoongi looked at him straightening up, offering help with anything and making sure Jimin was feeling well enough to make his way back to his home. When Jimin assured him he was good, Yoongi lead him to the front door.
“Thanks for tonight, it was fun.” Yoongi said awkwardly while Jimin was tying his shoes, every ounce of confidence he had had while making the younger moan completely gone. “Hoseok has my number, if you want to come by again...”
“Ah, ok. Thanks.” Jimin smiled weakly before offering Yoongi a handshake. “Have a nice evening.” He said simply before stepping out of the apartment.
Jimin stepped into the elevator at the other end of the hall and looked back towards Yoongi’s apartment. The door was still open so he sent a shy wave to the older before pressing the ground level button for the doors to close.
Finally alone, Jimin let out a long sigh, leaning against the wall. This evening had been both the most exciting and the most awkward of his life, he was exhausted but still in urgent need of release and he knew his boyfriend would take care of that problem when they got back home; or even in the car if he was lucky. When the door slid open, Jimin realised he had to walk out of the lobby filled with people with a very obvious bulge still in his pants. As he walked towards the exit, he could hear a few girls laughed when he passed by them, so he doubled speed to get out of this embarrassing situation as fast as possible.
When he got outside, the rain had gotten even worse and Hoseok wasn’t anywhere in sight but Jimin couldn’t go back inside where he felt like everyone was looking directly at his crotch. He pulled out his cellphone and dialed Hoseok’s number.
“You’re already done?” Were the first word’s Hoseok said, before Jimin could even say ‘hi’.
“Yes, where are you?”
“How was it?” Hoseok sounded like his mouth was half-full.
“I’ll tell you once you get here ‘cause there’s a bunch of people here, it’s raining, and I have a raging boner.” Jimin complained openly, hoping it would make his boyfriend stop playing around.
“There’s people around? Are they looking at you?” Jimin could hear Hoseok move around at the other end of the phone, probably getting ready to come pick him up.
“No, I went outside, so hurry up!” The younger whined.
Jimin heard an engine start up and was blinded by the headlights of a car parked near the entry where he was standing.
“I’m already here, pumpkin.” Hoseok crooned.
“Don’t call me that.” Jimin hurried towards the car, shielding his head from the rain with his free hand.
“Why not?” Hoseok spoke through the phone even if Jimin was already seated in the car next to him.
Jimin pulled his boyfriend into a heated kiss, licking at Hoseok’s lips until the older parted his lips to let him in. Hoseok groaned when Jimin palmed him through his jeans and pushed him away gently.
“Hey, don’t you want to get home first?” Hoseok teased, reaching over to buckle the seatbelt around Jimin’s waist. “Be patient.” This time, however, Hoseok was serious so Jimin sat back in his seat, his only contact with Hoseok was a hand on the older’s thigh.
Jimin didn’t want to be patient, in fact he had been patient all week which had only caused him a sore ass and an uncomfortable pain in his groin, but he couldn’t help being even more turned on by Hoseok’s firm command.
When they finally reached their home after a silent car ride that felt like ages, Jimin ran up the stairs and into their shared apartment, stripping off his shirt as soon as he walked through the door. He waited lying on his back on the bed for Hoseok who took his sweet time getting into their room, closing the door and turning off the lights as he finally arrived.
“Turn around, angel.” Hoseok instructed with his usual sweet voice.
“Don’t call me that.” Jimin grumbled but complied anyway, lifting his ass in the air without having to be asked.
“Why not?” Hoseok climbed onto the bed and crawled up to Jimin, pressing himself against the younger’s behind.
“I don’t want to be cute.” He tried to sound convincing but failed when Hoseok reached around his waist to work his pants open and his voice cracked.
“Nothing wrong with being cute.” The older licked at the back of Jimin’s ear while tugging his pants down around his hips. “What did you do with your underwear?” Hoseok questioned when his hand caressed Jimin’s bare ass cheek.
“I left it there...” Jimin confessed shyly, his face turning red with both shame and excitement of what he had done.
“Wow, that’s really ballsy, I’m impressed.” The praise caused Jimin’s dick to twitch between his legs.
He helped Hoseok get his pants completely off and regained his position on the bed, face pressed down against the mattress and knees bent to expose himself.
“How much of it is in there?” Hoseok applied some pressure to the back of the plug, making it move inside Jimin.
“Twice...” Jimin moaned, pushing his ass higher in the air. “He came twice.”
“And you?” Hoseok reached around to palm at Jimin’s length when he felt the cockring tied tightly at the base.
Jimin shook is head to indicate he hadn’t been able to cum all night and Hoseok stroked him a few times excruciatingly slow.
“Good.” Hoseok bent down to press a few kisses along the younger’s spine, speeding up the movements of his hand around his aching member.
“Hoseok-ah...” Jimin almost sobbed. “Don’t tease me.”
“Don’t worry, Jiminie.” Hoseok got up from the bed to remove his pants and underwear quickly, pumping his already hard length as he climbed back behind Jimin onto the bed. “Keep your ass up, I don’t want to get these sheet ruined.” Hoseok said as he tapped the back of Jimin’s thigh to straighten him up.
Hoseok pulled the plug out and Jimin clenched to try and keep as much of Yoongi’s cum inside of him as he could. He felt empty as a little bit of cum slipped out to run down his perineum and onto his thighs but before he could complain about the loss, Hoseok pushed his cock all the way into him in one easy slide with a loud squelching sound. Jimin moaned, feeling messy and used but he couldn’t deny how good it felt to have his boyfriend finally fucking him. Hoseok had grown up in the dance studios and was very skilled with his hips, able to thrust into Jimin at unrivaled speed, large strong hands digging into the younger’s cheeks to spread them wide.
“Fuck, you’re so wet.” Hoseok groaned, the sound of his dick pushing in and out of Jimin bouncing off of the walls of their bedroom.
Jimin felt tears forming at the corner of his eyes from Hoseok’s rough thrusts, loving every second of it. Soon, Hoseok came into him along with what was left of Yoongi’s seed, grinding slowly into Jimin as he rode off his orgasm with a loud groan. Jimin felt Hoseok’s weight collapse onto his back and he couldn’t stop himself from rolling his hips back into the older, aware of how over sensitive he was right now.
“Wait Jimin… shit.” Hoseok moaned at the motions, grasping at Jimin’s hips to immobilise him. “I’ll get to you in a minute.”
“Now!” Jimin whimpered, move faster in search or release.
Hoseok laughed as he took off his shirt to place it under Jimin’s body and pulled out carefully. Jimin shivered as he felt the cum leak out of him and down onto Hoseok’s shirt.
“Show me how Yoongi-hyung fucked you.” Hoseok whispered against one of the bruises Yoongi had left on Jimin’s neck.
“I was on my back...” Jimin began to explain but was cut off by Hoseok turning him around so that he was positioned onto his back.
“And then what?” Hoseok pried.
Jimin used the strength of his feet to lift his lower body, trying to emulate the position he had been in with Yoongi.
“Like this.” Jimin gasped, his face an even deeper shade of red now.
Hoseok dipped his fingers back into Jimin’s hole, crooking them to rub at Jimin’s prostate.
“Like this?” He asked with a smile.
All Jimin could do is nod frantically in anticipation, keeping eye contact with his boyfriend. Hoseok hiked Jimin’s legs over his shoulders and bent him in half similarly to the way Yoongi had done, keeping the motions of his hand.
“Hoseok-ah…” Jimin gripped Hoseok’s wrist to guide it to his forgotten and leaking member. “Please.”
“You did so good today, Jiminie.” Hoseok cooed, his free hand moving smoothly across the faded lines of Jimin’s abs. “I’m proud of you.”
“If you’re so proud then give me my reward!” Jimin shook his legs against the older’s shoulder, about to throw a tantrum when Hoseok’s fingers finally wrapped themselves tightly around his length.
“Your wish is my command, angel.” Hoseok smirked, aware of how much Jimin hated when he said things like that.
Jimin let his head fall back onto the bed, his eyes fluttering shut as he relished into the pleasure Hoseok was finally providing him with, his orgasm quickly building up with each up stroke. Hoseok was skilled in the art of making Jimin come, knowing how the younger liked for his fingers to rub circles against his prostate in a quick rhythm with the hand jerking his cock, making sure to give the head a squeeze.
“You’re so beautiful like this, I bet Yoongi-hyung will jerk off to the memory for months.” The breathless voice of Hoseok echoed from above him, Jimin unable to focus on the words while his body was being stimulated in so many ways.
He was so close, his whole body going tense and his toes curling when Hoseok pulled his fingers out of his ass. For a split second, Jimin was afraid Hoseok would make him come dry, forcing him to endure the pain for a while long, but Hoseok knew Jimin’s limits. His now free hand reached over to hold onto Jimin’s chin, smearing a bit of his and Yoongi’s cum on the younger’s skin as he pulled his mouth open. Jimin moaned loudly when he understood what the older had planned.
A few more strokes and Hoseok untied the small leather ring from around the base of Jimin’s cock, tossing it aside and doubling the speed of his hand going up and down the slippery length, trying his best to aim it at Jimin’s face.
When he finally came, Jimin felt hot strings of cum hit his cheeks and some going directly onto his awaiting tongue. He moaned loudly, the sounds coming out of his opened mouth reminiscent of Hoseok’s name, the older’s hands quick to caress his body gently as he helped him go through his orgasm. Jimin collapsed onto the bed, cringing as his ass fell onto Hoseok’s cum stained shirt he had placed there earlier. Hoseok laid next to him, mouthing at his neck and singing praises about how good Jimin was, congratulating him on being able to last all week without release.
“Next time, you’re the one who doesn’t get to come.” Jimin sighed, his body felt like jelly, fighting the sleepiness that was already trying to drag him into a deep sleep.
“We should invite Yoongi to join us, next time.” Hoseok suggested playfully, carding his fingers through Jimin’s hair.
“Sure.” Jimin yawned.
The last thing he felt was Hoseok kissing the corner of his mouth and laughing obnoxiously beside him before he fell asleep, unsure of how he would be able to even wake up the next day with how exhausted he felt.
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