Yoongi detached himself from Jimin's mouth with a gasp, wiping off the drool dripping down his lips by his sleeves.
"Jimin why?!" He blurted out.
"W-Why what?"
"Why're you leading me on like this?"
Jimin stayed silent for a moment, biting his lip. "...
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Jimin's body was heated, even while in the cold water. His gleaming eyes staring at the man in front of him, who was stripping away his shirt.
Jimin took his bottom lip between his teeth, nervously nibbling at it. Yoongi was shirtless and he had never looked more ethereal, so... attractive to Jimin before. They had seen eachother naked a billion times over the years, but never had looking at Yoongi's body made him feel jittery all over. His pale skin had an underlying of a pink tint and he glowed once he jumped in the water because of the neon blue lights.
Jimin held his breath until Yoongi made his way towards the younger, pulling him by his bare waist under the water. Jimin caught the elder's lips as soon as they were pressed together. It was slow, yet deep and overwhelming, like Yoongi wanted to take his time on the younger and make this perfect.
The elder's hands grazed over Jimin's skin, causing him to gasp softly at the new feelings erupting from within him, lips never disconnecting from eachother's. Jimin furrowed his eyebrows in concentration, hand going up to cup Yoongi's cheek, the other resting on his shoulder.
He was kissing another man, moreover, he was kissing Yoongi of all, yet, it felt so natural. Nothing felt out of place, it felt so right.
A surprised moan left his lips when Yoongi started moving their hips together, the friction shooting a jolt of pleasure in his stomach. Their lips detached during the process, but Yoongi's instantly attached to the wet skin of his neck, sucking in every water droplet off his skin, going down to bite and suck on his collarbone and chest.
Jimin could do nothing but take it, melting into the pleasure and throwing his head back to let Yoongi have his way. Yoongi's hands travelled to the back of his thighs, lifting him up, Jimin wrapped his legs around Yoongi's waist.
"Yoongi–" he gasped out before the elder stole the moan from him by clashing their lips together again. Jimin's breathing accelerated, hands wrapping around Yoongi's neck as their tongues mingled. The elder's hands were exploring every part of his body.
He whimpered when their pressed crotches moved against eachother, the rough denim over his cock creating an agonising bliss. It was so new to him, but it was so exciting. Then it was happening again and again, Yoongi was grinding them together. Jimin's mouth opened in a silent moan as he looked down at Yoongi, showing him what he was doing to him.
"Hyung– ah– only you–" he let let out a muffled whine. "Only you can make me feel this way. L-look at what you're doing to my body– ah,"
His stomach churned when Yoongi growled at his words and picked up the pace of grinding their cocks together. He let out a small gasp when Yoongi's hands started going past the hem of his shorts and cupped his ass cheeks, squeezing the flesh deliciously. It took a while for Jimin to wrap his head around it, the fact that his Yoongi hyung's long, beautiful fingers were on his ass right now. That the man was making him feel stuff that he never imagined to be possible. That Yoongi was truly his.
