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My Venom Can Make You Pop It | 5k | jimsu✍️🏼

[ Vamp Yoon's First Knotting]

Yoongi meets Jimin at the new year's party and tries something he's never experienced before.

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.

~end

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derireo-galge · 10 months

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Orbits Aligned | 5,6k | yoonmin✍🏼

Yoongi stays away from ppl that are more brawl than brain. Their uni athletics team leader Jimin is like that. Though Yoongi doesn't mind him in his bed

Unexpectedly his heart melts as he gets to know him not through words but actions

A 15 year old Yoongi is losing his mind. Jimin got into a fight again.

- Tell me one, one good reason why you risked being suspended while the headmaster is already on your tail? The younger boy was sitting beside him on a bench, sniffing and pressing a pack of frozen mushrooms to his cheek.

He was pouting, shoulders raised in defense. It was getting warmer and warmer with each day and sitting outside the convenience store brought a lot of memories from when they were younger.

They'd sneak inside during their school lunch break and buy sweets with some change, whoever had some on him. Now he was buying frozen food to reduce the swelling on his friend's face.

- But hyung, - the younger whined, - I couldn't just stand aside and let them push you around like a ragdoll! - Don't word it like that! That sounds pitiful, - Yoongi groaned, - They wouldn't seriously hurt me. I was fine. You, on the other hand, can't afford to get in trouble with the administration. - He crouched in front of his friend and looked at his defiant face, +

- You need to graduate successfully so you can join me, remember?

Jimin's expression softened then instantly.

- I'm sorry, Yoongi-hyung. I'll try, okay?

The elder appreciated that the other at least was putting his effort in.

An 18 year old Yoongi was devastated.

He didn't gain enough points to get in. He was crushed.

Jimin was sitting next to the bed the older was lying on, head buried in the pillows. - Hyung, please, at least drink some water. - the younger boy pleaded, - You are going to get yourself sick like this.

The sobs gradually stopped, there was nothing but heavy silence and occasional sniffles in the room. - I did everything I could, everything! And it still it wasn't enough, Minnie. Everything I did was for that one goal I set. Now what do I do?

Jimin hugged his friend's shoulders tightly and tried to sound reassuring:

- We will figure this out, hyung. Like we always do. - His voice was soft, soothing, - It seems like the end of the world right now but it isn't.

And a week later the boy heard the news that the elder decided to enlist. A 16 year old Jimin was crushed.

But he was sure he could figure things out too. After all, he knew exactly what he wanted.

A 25 year old Yoongi was furious.

He was running late because of the freaking bus that broke down and he had to run for the last part of the way.

When he was passing the entrance doors he bumped into the members of their athletics team. Ugh, way to start a day.

They were always the trouble, skipping classes and thriving off their sport scholarship, always mocking people they pick randomly.

Yoongi was one of them. - Hey, that's our boy! - one of them shouted in a disgusting voice.

- Step aside now, I need to go, - Yoongi said firmly. - And I'm not your boy, shut your mouth. Before they could retort, he pushed through and ran up the stairs to the hallway connecting two university buildings, still hearing their snide remarks and cackling.

When he was almost reaching the studios, he bumped shoulders with someone he didn't even want to think about now. Jimin definitely had a better reaction than him.

The impact would have the elder stumbling and taking a fall but before he could let out a single sound, his forearm was grabbed tightly. - Oh, hyung! - Jimin looked at him with a small smile on his lips, - hey, I wanted to talk to you about something.

- I'm busy, - was the immediate reply, - and don't call me that. Someone might hear. Yoongi set his arm free, straightened his glasses and bolted towards one of the studios, shutting the door behind him.

- Okay, Yoongi-ssi, - said Jimin quietly, standing in the empty hallway.

But Yoongi, of course, didn't hear it. He let out a heavy sigh.

He unlocked his phone and typed a curt message to the younger:

"Mine. Tonight".

He looked around. There was lots to do if he wanted to finish early today.

He was frustrated.

Today's slip made him anxious - if anyone would have been in that hallway they would have heard Jimin addressing him so casually. He didn't want to be associated with someone like athletics team captain, notorious for getting in trouble with his delinquent teammates.

They could be university's pride all they wanted, he wasn't phased with that, thank you very much. His thesis was almost done, even before he was originally planning.

All he wanted to do is to be out of these walls as soon as possible.

Later he was sitting on his unmade bed, staring into nothing when he heard a quiet knocking on the door.

- Come in, - he says loudly.

The door to his room opens, revealing a dressed up Jimin, shuffling on his feet. He looks nervous, but both of them in a privacy of his room? It's nothing unusual as of lately.

A familiar territory now, so Yoongi significantly calms down. Yoongi didn't regret giving the younger his passcode. Tonight he couldn't be bothered to move more than strictly necessary.

- Yoongi-ssi? Hello, I brought this? - there was a tall to go cup with iced americano written on the side in ink. The younger sounded unsure, almost timid but the elder kept his composure.

- Thank you, Jimin-ssi, - he took the cup and batted his eyes at the captain.

He looked a little too pleased for his liking. Every time before they start getting into things they sometimes do, Yoongi wonders. How did they end up here?

Was it the time the younger threw his many opportunities away, enlisting right after school, just before Yoongi came back? Was it that time he got bullied here by thise dumb athletes and Jimin did nothing?

Or was it because, truly, essentially, any two people will forever be strangers to each other in the end? He didn't know the answer tonight.

He only knew what they both wanted, once again confirmed when Jimin firmly replied "Green" to his question. It was easy, casual.

All he needed to do is to keep his former friend at arm's length and take whatever he needed himself out of this arrangement. He was slowly sipping on his coffee while Jimin waited patiently.

Finally Yoongi took pity on him and gestured on a fluffy rug right before his feet.

(Comfort, safety, no bodily harm, especially for knees of a sportsman, Yoongi wasn't an asshole, thank you). The younger took the invitation and carefully settled on his knees before his gorgeous hyung.

Admittedly, cold hearted hyung, but they say water shapes stones eventually). Now, the elder could hold grudges all he wanted but he was good at what he did.

- Anything interesting happened today, Jimin-ssi?

The other's eyes brightened.

He placed his palms on his knees (good boy) and started telling the elder about miscellaneous things. Yoongi only listened to him half-heartedly, as usual, focusing on staying calm.

When his coffee was finished he lifted Jimin's chin with his fingers.

- I've been stressed lately, - he caressed the jawline that was sharp enough to cut stone, - Mind helping me, Jimin-ssi? - Yes, sir, - the younger replied instantly, patiently waiting for further instructions.

When Yoongi parted his legs, the younger got to work. He shuffled closer, glided his hands all over Yoongi's thighs and slowly unbuttoned and lowered his jeans. "He's dressed up so smartly tonight", - the elder thought.

And surely, Jimin was dressed in black slacks and white button up shirt that fitted him nicely. There were much fitter sportsmen on that team of his, but the younger looked harmonious with his lean build and defined muscles. His blond hair was parted stylishly and it looked like he applied some products in it, mainly because it didn't look like the usual lion's mane he sported on a daily basis.

Smart outfit and Jimin, well, that was new. He wanted to ask him about it but realized he's probably already told Yoongi about it, he just didn't listen.

The moment calloused hands touched his unclothed cock all other thoughts evaporated from Yoongi's mind. Jimin worked diligently, his hands moving swiftly, carefully. It didn't take long to get it to full hardness.

Yoongi looked down on his lover.

He wanted to ruin his perfect look, so it matched the inside.

Or what he thought was the inside. No, no time to mull over this now.

He grabbed a fistful of blond locks and started guiding him to take deeper, staying buried in the younger’s throat for longer and longer.

He took it all. He moved his hips and pushed his hard cock down Jimin's throat, feeling it constricting and swallowing around the head.

He pushed more and kept his head close to his pelvis, staying tightly nested inside until he felt a slap on his ankle, indicating Jimin needed a breather. Then he started thrusting into his lover's mouth with fervor, grunting and pulling Jimin's blond hair.

It was messy, a mix of lewd noises and dripping spit, running down Yoongi's balls.

He pulled the younger off his dick and pushed his face into them. - Clean up your mess.

Jimin obediently lapped at the wetness gathering it in his mouth, going back to being pushed on a veiny girth with his wet mouth and throat. When Yoongi felt himself getting embarrassingly close to coming, he yanked Jimin's mouth off his cock and relished in the view of his red spit-slicked lips and chin.

- Enjoying yourself, Jimin-ssi? - Y-yes, sir, - his voice was strained and his breath uneven, a string of saliva running from the corner of his lips down his chin.

- Take your clothes off and get on the bed, - Yoongi said firmly and got up himself. He took his jeans off but left his oversized sweatshirt on. He preferred to be covered up.

When he turned around he saw Jimin sitting on his bed, leaning on the headboard.

His hands were clutching the sheets, his abs defined, tense. His cock was standing proudly, curving slightly in the side, a hint of precome glistening on the pinkened head.

Yoongi slowly got in the bed and crawled towards the younger. He picked a cock ring off his bedside cabinet and, having thoroughly and obnoxiously licked it, spreading dripping saliva, put it on younger’s curved length.

Sliding his palms over Jimin's thick legs, he raised his hand and landed a loud slap on his thigh. - Ah! - the younger moaned, trying his best not to instinctively curl on himself.

He threw his head back and held onto the bunched up sheets tighter. Yoongi mercilessly - but at controlled pace - swatted the reddened skin, leaving handprints all over Jimin's thighs.

Even though it's something they both enjoyed he still watched his expression attentively. The elder nudged the weeping cock and the younger nodded, whispering a confident "Green".

Then Yoongi grazed the shaft with blunt nails and swiftly landed a series of quick slaps with his hand relaxed. Still, it was enough for Jimin to cry out and moan in pleasure, precome trickling down to his balls.

Yoongi toyed with his length and balls, giving them light spanks continuously. He then slapped his thighs hard several more times emitting soft groans from the young man before settling on his lap.

- Keep your hands down, - he grabbed his chin again, - you understand?

- Yes, sir. - Jimin's voice was strained and face contorted in delight. - Good boy, - he drawled and heard Jimin's breath hitch.

Yoongi looked at him. The way his lover’s eyes travelled his body, shy, starry, clouded with bliss, made him feel on top of the world.

He decided he felt generous tonight. He settled over the younger’s hard cock and grinded down intensely.

When Jimin abandoned the sheets and lifted his hand, he landed a slap on his pec.

- Ah, - he heard a sweet moan and hummed appreciatively. He kept grinding and slapping his chest, admiring the red fingerprints that got more and more visible as minutes went by.

He grazed his nipples with his nails, flicking them unexpectedly, enjoying the view of the younger squirming, laid down and completely at his mercy. He leaned close to Jimin, hovering above him.

The other looked up and saw mischief behind usually cold expression.

Oh fuck, he managed to think. Yoongi circled one arm around his neck and when the athlete thought he was going for a hug he went further, only to retract something from underneath the blankets.

A short tailed flogger.

Jimin sighed. - Are you alright with this? - a deep raspy voice sounded, - We can stop anytime.

Jimin contemplated but not for too long. It was a light one, his and Yoongi's favourite.

He loved it maybe a little to much. So he eagerly nodded.

And felt a slight burn on his chest where Yoongi flicked him with a flogger just a second ago.

- Use your words, pup, - he said sternly.

- Yes, Sir, I want it, - before adding softly, - please. Yoongi smirked and continued grinding on the younger’s erection, this time landing swats on his chest with no particular rhythm.

Jimin knew he wouldn't last long.

- Ah, ah, Yoongi-ssi, - Jimin tried talking without stuttering, - I'm getting close. Yoongi stopped and looked at his pleading face.

There was a small pout on his lips, his eyes were half-closed in pleasure.

A pretty red blush spread from his cheeks to his neck and collarbones, making him look even more desired. Yoongi took pity on him, mostly because he was too getting really close himself.

He reached the bedside table and grabbed a bottle of lube.

He dropped in next to Jimin's hand and propped himself on his knees, leaning on the headboard. - Prep me, - he huffed out and lightly wiggled his butt. He was getting impatient.

Having been given the green light Jimin didn't hold back. He nosed at Yoongi's collarbones, nipping at the soft pinkish skin.

He loved the taste, the softness, how easily it is to mark it.

Loved the quiet mewling sounds his hying would make. But he'd keep it a secret. For now.

Letting Yoongi take the upper hand he felt cared for, looked after.

Which was honestly borderline delusional but Jimin was a kind of person that took whatever life has given to him. No complaints. He licked all the way to the buff chest and pert nipples, sucking and biting on them lightly, simultaneously opening the bottle and spreading the cool gel between all his fingers. He knew Yoongi loved his chest played with so he used one hand to grab his pecs one after another, paying even attention to each, thoroughly licking and sucking the pink nubs inside his wide open mouth, working on them with tensed tongue. He'd graze them with his teeth, holding them between his lips and pulling on them.

He used the warmed up lube to twist the pebbled buds and knead them with his fingers to his hearts content. When they were thoroughly devoured and deliciously red and swollen he squeezed out more lube on his fingers.

He anticipated this all day. He gently spread the soft globes and rubbed at the entrance with slicked fingers.

Moving slowly, he started inserting them one by one, moving thoroughly and determingly. He didn't want to hurt him in any way so he was taking his sweet time.

Moments like these were his favourite.

When sometimes his hyung’s tough demeanor would slip and let him have a glance of a blissed out face with eyebrows furrowed and lips bitten. - E-enough, - Yoongi deemed and batted Jimin's hands away. - Hold on to the headboard.

Jimin complied wordlessly and held onto the wood like it was a lifeline. Yoongi slowly slipped the cockring off, grabbed the hardened girth and guided it inside himself.

The stretch felt amazing, a little burning but not painful.

He felt so full he got a little dizzy. It took a while but soon he was fully seated with Jimin's cock nested inside him, tight and deliciously snug. Taking his time to adjust, he looked over the man underneath him.

Jimin was biting his lips, brows scrunched and jaw tense, breathing deeply. He was holding the headboard so tight, his knuckles were white. When Yoongi started moving the younger let out a choked moan and whined.

- That's right, - Yoongi said, - whining like a little puppy under me, huh?

Jimin only moaned in response.

The verbal jabs sounded more playful than demeaning. Yoongi moved his hips in tiny circles, moving exactly how was most pleasurable for him.

He moved for a while and then stopped completely, when he felt the marked thighs tensing under him.

Then he'd start moving again only to stop a while later. Jimin's face and chest were sweaty with the tension from the edging.

Yoongi used the young athlete like a toy, not sparing him a single look.

Jimin found it really hot. Yoongi writhing on top of him, getting all the pleasure he wanted, taking what's his.

He looked ethereal, with beads of sweat rolling off his temples, droplets falling off the ends of his long curled hair, glasses still on. The big beige sweatshirt he was wearing and holding next to his neck to reveal his soft pretty nipples now fell down and off his shoulder.

Jimin carefully tugged on it several times and finally Yoongi noticed. - You've been quite good tonight, pup, - he said, still bouncing on his cock, his own one slapping his tummy and making wet lewd sounds. - Here's your reward. And in a swift motion he took the garment off, throwing it wherever, revealing his pale skin now reddened and shining with sweat.

Jimin choked on the moan again and mumbled something about getting close. Yoongi only fastened his pace, going up and down the younger’s shaft relentlessly, indulating his hips as he pleased.

- Give me your hand, - he almost moaned the words out. He wrapped Jimin's fingers around his own cock tightly and after a dozen of thrusts he felt the younger going taught as a bowstring under him.

He circled his hips forcefully, milking Jimin dry. He continued thrusting into the youngers fist until he was shooting cum all over his glistening abdomen.

He ran a hand through his wet locks and used the other one to spread his release all over the younger man's belly and chest. He was gathering the remnants of it with his fingers and putting them between his lover’s plush lips and in his own mouth too.

It took him a while to stand up but he did eventually, stumbling on the way to the bathroom and back. Jimin thought he blacked out for a moment before he felt soft wet material over his pecks and neck.

He opened his eyes and saw Yoongi wiping him with almost stoic expression on his face, except for ruddy cheeks and red bitten lips. - Okay? - he asked, not looking at his eyes.

- Yes, and you? - Jimin mumbled, wiping at the stray tears on his cheeks. He felt content.

- Yes.

He watched Jimin's face and seeing the small shy smile he felt relief. He trusted him to voice out loud if anything was wrong. After cleaning up nicely and drinking a mug of hot milky tea the elder pushed into his hands not looking him in the eyes Jimin realized his time here was up and got out of bed slowly, trying to put his clothes on as fast as he could. Before closing the door after himself he took the last look at the elder - he was tying up his home gown, gathering the soiled sheets off the bed.

- Goodnight, Yoongi-ssi, - he wished quietly.

- Goodnight, - he heard before finally closing the door.

Yoongi fell onto the clean sheets with a huff. He wasn't planning on any of this.

When he first saw Jimin here three years ago he felt elated.

Only to fall down hard from the mountain of past memories and illusions. It wasn't his sweet friend anymore.

They grew distant and lost contact.

He didn't know what happened in the other's life just like he never shared anything back.

They were two strangers that know just a little too much about each other. Jimin mingled with the crowd Yoongi personally despised.

Spoilt golden kids from rich and influential families, with only good skill (athletics) that think they're just better than anyone else.

That think they can do whatever they want, no consequences. Yoongi didn't like conflicts so he preferred to stay away.

He approached the younger first, telling him he had no desire to go back to what they were and he better act like they didn't know each other.

He didn't need to ruin his reputation by being associated with wrong people. He was here on scholarship after all.

And when he realized Jimin wasn't going to come to rescue when his so called friends started picking on him - that killed any remaining hope of restoring their former friendship. That was until this academic year started.

Yoongi was never really one to party but he made an exception.

And got disgustingly drunk. The track he's been working on for weeks wouldn't turn out how he wanted and he needed to get loose.

Jimin found him outside, sitting on the sidewalk, a bit dizzy and sad.

The younger silently took care of him, even though the drunk haze evaporated quickly. He took his larger hand with both ones, helping him stand on his feet.

His clothes was in disarray, hair mussed up and glasses crooked on his nose.

He was pouting, probably not even realizing it.

He looked attractive even right then. How long will it take for their orbits to align again?

Yoongi sobered up quickly.

Somehow he ended up at the table with the younger fussing over him, wiping his tears of frustration. Jimin tried talking to him but the elder just about had enough so he stupidly kissed him.

Kissed him.

Just to shut the other up.

Just to stop this awkwardness, stop the sudden avalanche of emotions.

Jimin reciprocated. It was Yoongi who proposed meeting casually, no strings attached.

After their last encounter they met by chance in a store just a street away from Yoongi's place.

He broke his own rule and asked something that has been on his mind since it started between them. And the response came as a shock.

- I'm mature enough to differentiate between the two, hyung. - Jimin said softly, running a hand through his fluffy hair, - That's why I keep agreeing to this. I know you won't overstep and won't break my boundaries. +

Your overall attitude towards me aside, I know I can always trust you in the scene.

Strike one.

Yoongi kept his disinterested face until the younger disappeared around the corner.

What was that? Suddenly brain matter growth catching up with the muscles?

But he could lie to himself no more.

Jimin wasn't this little boy that he let tag after himself in middle school.

He was bound to grow up one day.

One day he was walking his usual route from the bus stop to university gates.

The path happened to lie past the school, looking just like most of them in this country.

Like the school they used to go together. A wave of nostalgia hit him out of the blue.

He remembered Jimin's scraped knees and swollen knuckles.

Remembered hours waiting for his detentions to finish, sitting outside their school building, clutching a store-bought lunch in his hands. Remembered their walks they'd take on the way home, always choosing the longer route so they can spend more time together.

He sighed.

Those were the days. He almost walked past the school when he saw something on the outdoor stadium.

A group of younger boys stood gathered in half circle and before them stood..Jimin?

What was he doing with those kids? Taking their lunch money? He approached the gate that surrounded the stadium and heard that the younger was telling the kids off for bullying one of their classmates.

What? Jimin sounded really stern and authoritative.

The guilty kids hang their heads low, scraping their sport shoes on the gravel, looking the right amount ashamed. Now that wasn't what he expected this to be.

Jimin was choosing his words carefully, he was being stern but not unkind in any way. He sounded mature and grown up.

He bolted from there before he could be discovered. Turning round the corner, he felt breathless. He didn't know what to think.

Jimin was supposed to be this thick headed stereotypical guy, always looking for trouble and getting away just because he was representing such a prestigious institution. But the real life Jimin didn't match the Jimin Yoongi has painted inside his head over the last three years.

Second strike.

The third came unexpectedly.

It was a quiet time of the day in the neighbourhood. Yoongi loved strolling the small lanes between the houses, enjoying the view of green covered trees and prettily painted gates.

The ambience of the afternoon was broken with loud sounds of construction. He walked around the corner and saw a kindergarden with people gathered on the playground belonging to it.

And then he saw the familiar blond mop of hair, waving in the wind and the fluffy coat with the colourful geometrical pattern.

The hell was he doing here? After some time of watching the younger he realized he was helping the administration build a new playground.

He had a bright badge around his neck, which was telling - he was a volunteer. A totally unexpected turn of events - or is it really?

He's always been kind and giving.

Always understanding and accommodating Yoongi's needs.

He felt his eyes sting. At some point Jimin turned around, but it seemed like he has noticed him standing there like a fool before that.

- Enjoying the view, Yoongi-ssi?

The athlete was wearing a tight fit black shirt underneath, that was revealed when he took off his coat. His disheveled hair was damp with sweat, cheeks flushed.

An expression of glee turned into worry when he saw his hyung's face.

- Hyung? - his cheerful demeanor cracked really fast. He ran towards the elder with concern laced in his features, - What happened? Are you hurt? A gust of wind blew and Yoongi felt his cheeks were wet with tear tracks.

- 'M not hurt, - he sniffled, embarrassed at his reaction, - I'm okay. - Someone did something to you? - Jimin's hands were in the air before him, as if they wanted to touch, to make sure he was in one piece.

But wouldn't dare to do it. - I think... I did this to myself, Jimin-ah, - he admitted and all the shame he felt inside came crushing down on him.

But it was worth it because for the first time in years he saw Jimin smiling genuinely at him, sincerely, just like he used to when they were younger. His lost and found friend (or more than that?) opened his arms for him invitingly and Yoongi fell in the welcoming embrace.

It was like coming home. And getting back closer to the younger was as easy as breathing. They started walking home together, Jimin landing soft chaste pecks on his hyung’s blushing cheeks before parting ways at his front door. It was pretty platonic.

They both understood it was for the better because of all the healing they had to do to their relationship.

Until one day finally the young man agreed to come over to stay for the night.

They just cleared up the plates after home-cooked dinner the elder made with Jimin's help when he touched Jimin’s forearm tentatively.

- I have something for you, Jimin-ah.

The younger turned around with his eyebrows raised:

- A gift? - and then a soft "hyung" left his lips.

Yoongi's face was flushed and he shuffled his feet nervously.

- You don't have to accept it, we haven't discussed it, - "yet", he thought, - but I saw it online the other day and decided to give it a try. - Show me then! - Jimin clapped his hands in excitement.

They relocated to the bedroom and Yoongi retracted a black gift box from one of the drawers.

- Remember, you don't have to, - he reminded.

Jimin couldn't wait any longer so he carefully unwrapped it. His eyes went wide.

It was a finely made black leather collar, not the accessory type one, but sturdy, with a metal ring attached to the front, right underneath the silver buckle.

It looked gorgeous and classy. - Wow, hyung, - Jimin whispered, - I love it!

- Do you, pup? - Yoongi's lips curved upwards.

- I do, Sir. Can you put it on me? - the young man looked at him with dazed eyes and he couldn't refuse. Not even 5 minutes later they were sat on the bed, with Jimin's shirt and Yoongi's jeans discarded somewhere on the floor, kissing languidly.

It didn't feel as rushed as before but it wasn't less pleasurable. Yoongi was occasionally tugging at the ring in the collar which sent jolts of excitement in younger’s tummy.

- Good pup, - his hyung drawled into the kiss, - Looking so handsome today. Wanna help hyung? Jimin leaned into the hand that was ruffling his hair and preened at the praise.

- Yes, Sir, - was his eager reply.

- Surprise me, - Yoongi whispered right in his ear. All of a sudden Jimin stood up and scooped him in his arms, the elder didn't even have time to let out a single squeak.

He adjusted his hyungs fit frame in his arms and walked up to the wall. Plump wet lips travelled along the veins of the pale neck, caressing and nuzzling it lovingly, tender.

Yoongi threw his head back, almost hitting the wall he was tightly pressed to. Strong hands went to caress full milky things only to discover he had nothing underneath the almost unbuttoned dress shirt he was wearing.

- You're a menace, hyung, - the younger groaned, slipping out a bit. - That I am, - Yoongi chuckled and teased, - That all you got, pup?

Jimin adjusted himself and started slowly grinding on his hyung’s throbbing length while planting nips and kisses to the collarbones and chest. It was getting messier as their cocks started oozing precome and they were getting sweaty, sucking on each other's tongues, saliva dripping everywhere.

Jimin didn't feel tired but he noticed Yoongi's breath getting uneven, belly tensing. It wasn't long before he asked:

- Dont wanna come like this. Take me to bed, Jimin-ah?

That he did.

They fell into the blankets, a mess of limbs, hands grabbing onto each other, Yoongi still holding onto the collar and Jimin's hand buried in dark wet locks. At some point he turned around and kneeled on the bed with Jimin right behind him.

- Watch me, pup, - he smirked, uncapping a bottle of lube, - hands behind your back. Jimin was left to watch his hyung prepping himself excruciatingly slowly but he knew it will be worth it in the end.

When he was done he turned around to hook two of his long fingers through the metal ring, pulling and beckoning him closer. Jimin understood the assignment.

He hastily discarded his unzipped jeans and kneeled behind the elder.

But before he could even start he felt a hand on his jaw, turning his head to the side. Opposite the bed was a wardrobe with a moving mirrored door. He gulped audibly.

- I want you to watch carefully, don't take your eyes off us, got it, pup?

- Yes, Sir. I'll do my best, - his voice cracked and he would be embarrassed if he wasn't so turned on. He grabbed Yoongi's hip with one hand and slowly guided himself to his hyung's slicked and stretched hole with the other.

His cock felt hot in his hand but it couldn't compare to the smoldering heat once he was sheathed inside. He took his time breathing deeply, trying not to come right there.

After a while he felt impatient tugs around his neck and his eyes snapped up, trained on both their bodies in the mirror. Yoongi was tugging the ring so demanding and bossy, Jimin's body started moving out of instinct.

Yoongi was moaning out loud, not caring about anything else in the world and it made Jimin’s heart leap with joy, seeing his hyung letting himself go like that. The final straw that did it for him was watching Yoongi's wet dripping cock bouncing from the impact of his trusts and soon he came, filling his hyug with his release. He pulled out carefully, laying him on his back and going down between his hyung's legs urgently.

It only took a minute or two for Yoongi to fill his mouth and throat with tangy liquid which he eagerly lapped at, sucking him dry. Jimin rested his head on Yoongi's soft tummy and felt like soaring when long bony fingers massaged his scalp and tickled his ears.

His heart was content, as if he was drowning between the waves but was now washed onto the familiar shores. - You did so well, my Jiminie, - Yoongi whispered quietly but the other heard him anyway.

- So did you, hyung, - he replied, - I'll never get tired of this.

His hyung chuckled:

- Of what? Fucking against the wall?

- Well, there's that, - he giggled and paused. - Never get tired of being with you, hyung.

The silence stretched above them but it wasn't cold or uncomfortable.

- Come here, - Yoongi said, voice wavering, - Sleep in my arms tonight. - And many more nights? - the younger supplied hopefully.

- And many more nights, - confirmed Yoongi and held the younger boy closer to his chest.

This is where his heart was.

And will be.

~the end~

#ai-ee au #ai-ee au jimsu #jimsu #jimsu smut #yoonmin #bts au fic #oneshot

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