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Despite being in the studio of the rented house that their group has booked in LA, all hands on deck to create the album of the year, Jimin’s mind wanders to his recent memories. Memories that include the cute man sitting across the room from him, absolutely unaware of Jimin’s thoughts about their last heated night.
Yoongi is wearing his current favorite black jean shorts and oversized white t-shirt that still allows Jimin to gawk at his defined back muscles. His hair is tousled, falling softly to frame his soft facial features. Jimin’s eyes drop to his pink lips, the bottom bitten–a cute habit he has when the musician is focusing on something. And God, his hands and the prominent veins painted on them. Jimin almost shudders at the memory of those fingers touching him and not just on him.
That man has been Jimin’s exclusive lover for years but the effect Yoongi has on him has never stopped growing.
Jimin is proudly gone for Yoongi, as the rapper is for him.
“Should we call it a night?” Namjoon gets up, gathering his things.
The entire room murmurs in agreement and Jimin hears Jeongguk asking if anyone wants to game with him. Jimin zones out on the chatter as his eyes settle on Yoongi, who hasn’t looked up from his laptop screen. While the rest of the guys leave the studio, Jimin moves to occupy the space next to the rapper. He deliberately leans into Yoongi’s space because even half an hour without touching the cute man is unbearable for Jimin.
He deliberately leans into Yoongi’s space because even half an hour without touching the cute man is unbearable for Jimin.
Yoongi’s screen shows his music production program, but the moment Jimin’s next to him, the rapper’s attention completely shifts. Jimin only gets a glimpse of his favorite lazy smile, before he gets engulfed in pure warmth as Yoongi hugs him. The younger sighs in elation, taking a deep inhale of Yoongi’s grounding cedarwood scent. His body goes pliant as he rests his weight fully on his lover, clutching weakly onto the older’s shirt.
Jimin barely makes out what Yoongi says, feeling it more as the latter’s chest vibrates. The sensation is blissful and Jimin could happily doze off in Yoongi’s arms. However, the rapper pulls back to run a hand through the younger’s short hair.
“You’re so cute,” Yoongi murmurs to himself and Jimin’s lips curve up as he relaxes under his hypnotizing touch.
Jimin runs his hands up Yoongi’s chest, discretely trying to feel his pecs under the hoodie, before cupping Yoongi’s neck. He brings their faces close, and suppresses a giggle as Yoongi’s hands tighten around his waist. The younger traces his lips against his love’s jawline, before pressing a light kiss on his cheek. Yoongi rumbles lowly in response.
“Tired?” Jimin is generous with his kisses, before burying his face in Yoongi’s neck.
“Why?” Yoongi asks and by the tone of it, Jimin can hear his playful side coming out. “You wanna play?”
Jimin boldly settles onto Yoongi’s lap, wrapping his arms and legs around him before looking at his pretty, dark eyes. "Hmm, I’m not really hooked on the new game the guys are on…”
Jimin is aware of the dangerous territory they’ve entered. This is exactly what he planned on and he loves that it doesn’t take Yoongi long to get on the same page as him.
Yoongi’s eyes glint with something mischievous, “I was thinking about our favorite game.”
Jimin bites down his smile as the older brings their chests together, caging Jimin impossibly closer. “I think you need to remind me what that is, Yoongi. It’s been a while since we… played.”
Yoongi’s next words come under his breath, causing a shiver to run down Jimin’s spine. “I’ll make sure you never forget this time.”
None of them bother to lock the studio door. Jimin is already far gone, and when their lips meet in a deep kiss, no other thoughts or worries remain in his mind.
Jimin doesn’t want to think about the last time they made out. Having started living in a shared house for the new album with the other guys, he and Yoongi made sure to set out some protocols so no ‘accidents’ occur. The younger kept cringing internally when they all decided to pick their own individual rooms. But luckily, most of them ended up sharing beds after staying up all night playing or chatting.
Jimin has missed the other members so much, but that doesn’t mean he is completely okay with the idea of being separated from Yoongi after so many months during their service. Fine, he spent at least four days completely glued to the rapper’s side after his discharge, but he can never get enough of the love of his life.
And it’s probably been more than 24 hours since they last shared a discreet, giggly kiss, so he is more than Yoongi-deprived right now.
Jimin hums as he tastes Yoongi’s soft lips, not waiting before he licks into the rapper’s mouth. The lingering bitterness of the rapper’s coffee is surely Jimin’s guilty pleasure as he prods the roof of Yoongi’s mouth. It earns him a hearty groan that only fuels the spark in the younger’s lower belly.
Jimin backs away to abruptly gasp, just a bit louder than his previous noises, when Yoongi gets a hold of his ass, kneading them provocatively. The rapper immediately goes for the younger’s neck, aiming for Jimin’s most sensitive spot below his ear.
“Yoon– Ah!” Jimin jolts, gripping Yoongi’s shoulders, as he gets lifted. He barely sees anything, only balancing himself onto his lover, before his back hits the leather couch. Jimin lets out a relieved exhale at the softness, before his cheeks heat up. His other soulmates, the members, were all just sitting on this very spot. The spot where Yoongi is currently looking down at him with a hungry, darkened look.
Jimin almost whines at Yoongi’s deep voice asking where his supplies are. As the older rummages through Jimin’s small bag for lube and condoms, Jimin can’t help but bring a hand to rub himself.
“You can’t wait five seconds for me, Jimin-ah?” Yoongi teases. In his normal headspace, Jimin would bite back playfully, but he’s just too far gone and Yoongi is just so fucking hot.
“You’re just so..” Jimin wets his lips, dragging the tip of his tongue against the side of his mouth, his ego bursting as he sees Yoongi gulp, tensing at the sight. “You’re so fucking hot, hyungg.. Your voice is so sexy. You’re so—”
Jimin boldly strokes himself against his sweatpants, already feeling the wetness on the fabric. He was not lying about how much Yoongi turns him on just by his voice.
“Fuck…” Yoongi finally moves after getting caught off guard. The rapper quickly discards his shorts and boxers, not bothering to take off his shirt before pressing himself against a fully clothed Jimin.
The younger wraps himself around Yoongi, throwing his head back at just how hot this is, how desperate Yoongi is if just by his hardness pressing right against his and the wrecked tone of his voice. “Baby, Jimin-ah–” Yoongi whines against his mouth, thrusting slowly yet so calculated, their leaking cocks only separated by Jimin’s sweatpants.
“Hgghah…” Jimin is only growing louder by the second and he hasn’t even disrobed even one piece of clothing. And he could really come soon by how much he loves Yoongi rutting so helplessly against him.
Normally, Jimin would be clutching at the bed sheets but now he can only hold on to a wild, breathless Yoongi. The rapper’s low grunts and breathless pants counter Jimin’s own whiny gasps as the younger wraps an arm around Yoongi’s sweaty middle and another grabbing his buttcheek.
God, he loves Yoongi’s butt.
And he loves when Yoongi reacts as usual, letting out a breathless laugh when Jimin squeezes him there.
“Y-You like this, huh?” Yoongi licks into Jimin’s ear, the latter almost too far gone in bliss to answer. At that moment, the older pushes down Jimin’s poor sweatpants (that stain might be irreversible) just enough so the singer’s cock finally pops free. Hard and oozing.
“Yes! Ughh.. Fuck, yes.. Yoon..gi..” Jimin babbles as his vision goes blurry, back arching up unconsciously at the lack of contact yet the lewd heat between their arousals. He feels hotter as his shirt begins to stick to his skin, hair messy and his face red with blush.
It’s been too long. Way too long. As Yoongi cages him again to capture their mouths together in a deep kiss, their cocks brush and Jimin cries out. Loud.
He breaks off the kiss as he gasps, hips working up to find that sensation again.
Jimin’s vision is unfocused, looking up at the wall as he arches perfectly. He barely hears anything outside of their small bubble of heat, his heartbeat bursting through his eardrums.
So when Yoongi gets his hand involved—big, veiny and rough from guitar strings—stroking their aching members as the rapper jerks forward with a loud moan. Yoongi is quick with his other hand, too, as he pulls up Jimin’s shirt to reveal his chest, brushing against the singer’s nipples.
The familiar hot, white sensation in Jimin’s belly is quick to appear. He doesn’t want to delay it any longer, either. It’s been too fucking long.
“Fu…Fuck, fuck—Ngh..!” Jimin cries out as Yoongi rubs them furiously, so determined to give Jimin all the pleasure he could feel. The dancer’s legs tense around his lover’s sides and the couch, sweaty marks left on the shiny leather.
Yoongi keeps moaning, and Jimin thinks he’s close. The thought barely finishes before Jimin gets swept into a hazy ball of silky pleasure, “Hyu…ng, ohh..”
All his muscles from head to toe contract, his cock throbs as globs of milky cum shoot at his chest and collarbones.
The dancer’s entire body shivers every other second whenever Yoongi’s hand grazes his bare skin, sensitive nipples and smooth chest, a reaction so loved by the rapper.
“You didn’t…” Jimin is breathless. You didn’t come with me, he wanted to say. He would whine usually, but he’s so far gone, and yet he wants more. He can never get enough of Yoongi. The latter stopping himself from reaching his orgasm when his hard cock is about to burst a full load is the clearest sign that they are far from done.
Jimin smiles or attempts to weakly, but all his muscles have melted, still experiencing remnants of pure bliss. He, however, lets out an involuntary whine, when his lover moves away. The sudden lack of warmth is jarring as his body shudders at the cold air on his clammy skin.
“Hold on, baby.” Yoongi hums as he rummages through their bags, getting the lube.
The older comes back to see Jimin so vulnerable and precious. His love can barely open his eyes, a serene look on his face, one that Yoongi is so fond of and is lucky to see whenever Jimin wakes up from sleep or is coming down from his climax.
But when Jimin starts whimpering for him to get close again, doing so while spreading his legs and dragging a weak hand to his chest, making a mess of his own cum on his chest, before taking those creamy fingers between his legs, something in Yoongi snaps.
The rapper finally tugs on his shirt, dumping it carelessly on the ground before he pounces at his precious lover.
At this point, having staved off his first orgasm, Yoongi’s cock is aching to have some release. He is certain that staring at Jimin for a second longer is enough for him to burst his load.
Yoongi doesn’t waste any time as he gets himself on top of Jimin.
“Yoongi..” Jimin’s lovely smile as he lays bare for Yoongi to take almost gives the rapper whiplash.
He has no words. Yoongi simply covers the distance between them to give Jimin a deep, loving kiss. “Love you.” Jimin surges to kiss him again, wrapping his arms around Yoongi’s shoulders.
“Love you,” Jimin sighs dreamily and Yoongi gets a little bit lost in the younger’s eyes.
Jimin smiles and keeps Yoongi close, relaxing against the couch as the older squirts some lube, directly from the bottle.
“Missed you..h-hyung,” Jimin starts panting as Yoongi’s fingers move in him. The older kisses his cheek and Jimin’s heart stutters, his chest full with joy and love.
“Can’t believe we lasted this long.” Yoongi’s words are breathless as he pumps his cock, dragging the leaking tip against Jimin’s rim. The younger hums happily at all the kisses Yoongi presses against his face, trailing down to his neck.
“N-never again, p-please..!” Jimin squeaks, arms tightening and hands gripping at Yoongi’s back.
The older’s cock stretches him as it reaches deep, sheathing itself in Jimin’s warmth. Yoongi starts with small grinds, grumbling from his chest and nuzzling against the crook of Jimin’s neck.
“ Fuck ,” Yoongi chokes out, his voice deep yet trembling. Jimin, already gone from the sensations Yoongi’s cock inside him, gulps at how sexy Yoongi sounds.
Jimin jolts whenever Yoongi’s movements push his tip against his most sensitive spot. He wails so loud that he slaps a hand against his mouth, growing aware about how loud he is—they both are.
Yoongi curses loudly and talks so dirty yet sweet it makes Jimin’s head fuzzy with want.
“Jimin, baby, you… you’re so good.” Yoongi grunts as he starts giving more power to his thrusts, jostling a pliant Jimin under him. “Fuckin’ tight, need to loosen you up with my cock.” Yoongi looks wild as he pins Jimin with his dark gaze, and the younger can barely respond with coherency as he is quickly stumbling to another orgasm. This time he wants to hold off until at least Yoongi comes with him.
But it’s so hard when Yoongi keeps letting out broken moans and whiny grunts. Even if that’s a tell-tale sign that his lover is close, Jimin knows how much better Yoongi is at edging himself.
“Hyu…” Jimin weakly cries, head thrown back and spine actively arching with every plunge by Yoongi. “Hyung… To-gether..p-please..?”
Yoongi’s cock throbs at Jimin’s pretty pleas, his heart squeezing tight at how much he loves him. The older kisses him, despite both of their mouths uncontrollably agape by the onslaught of pleasure, basically lips panting against lips, wet with need.
Yoongi wraps an arm against Jimin’s waist, slightly hoisting him up, and that position wrecks the younger with each brutal shove of his stone-hard dick. The lube and Yoongi’s pre-come create the most obscene sounds in the studio, his wet cock endlessly diving into Jimin’s hot hole.
Slap, slap, slap. Shlup, shlup, shlup.
“Ah, ah, fuck–hyu..ng..!”
“Hghhahh…”
“C-Come with me. Jimin, please..” Yoongi’s desperation claws tightly against Jimin’s chest and there’s no chance of staving it off longer before Jimin’s body locks up, chest heaving as he gulps for air, eyes rolling to the back of his eyelids, spine arched so high as Jimin comes the hardest he’s probably ever had.
Yoongi’s right behind him, tears prickling his eyes as he gazes at his beautiful lover. Jimin tightens up so much that he adds even more strength to his last thrusts into the wet heaven, senses overwhelmed by their sounds of love-making and every burning touch.
“Fuck, hghaah!” Yoongi shoves deep as his cock bursts, his hot cum coating Jimin’s insides. He gasps with every remaining thrust, greedy with his lover’s docile body, only for him to use for his pleasure. The suction of his cum and the lube drive him wild, forcing out pathetic whimpers from his mouth, “Ngohh, fuuuuuuck…”
Jimin thrashes with oversensitivity, his entire body so warm, so full with pleasure and satisfaction. He loves when Yoongi tries to push past his limit, grinding in and making wet noises because of his cum.
“Hyung..” Jimin hugs Yoongi, and the older squeezes him tight, kissing all over his face.
“Fucking missed you…” Yoongi whispers. “Don’t wanna…”
Jimin snickers, heart so fond for Yoongi. He’s just so cute.
“I’m never letting you go, Yoongi.” Jimin finally closes his eyes, letting the moment take its course.
“I fucking love you, Jimin-ah,” Yoongi whispers, hips giving them another frenzy of pleasure, Jimin giggling as his body jerks awake again.
“Love you…Love you so much, Yoongi-yah..”
Jimin nuzzles against Yoongi, arms and limbs wrapping around each other, their warmth mixing into one heavenly bubble. There’s no place in this world Jimin would rather be.
This is where both of their hearts are whole.