~Park Jimin~ "A 22-year-old boy residing in a modest village nestled in Busan, shares his home with his devoted mother, their lives coloured by the stark realities of poverty."
~Min Yoongi~ "In the heart of South Korea, Min Yoongi was not a typical...
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The moonlight spilled through area, bathing the lovers in a soft, ethereal glow. Yoongi cradled Jimin gently in his arms, their bodies pressed close as if trying to meld into one. He stroked Jimin's silky hair, marveling at its softness between his fingers.
Yoongi gazed deeply into Jimin's eyes, seeing his own love reflected back. "Do you have any idea how beautiful you are to me right now?" he whispered reverently, his thumb brusing across Jimin's plush lower lip. "I wish I could stay wrapped around you like this forever."
Jimin nuzzled his face into Yoongi's chest, his arms tightening around his waist. "You make me feel so loved," he murmured softly. "Can we make love, hyung?" He peeped up at Yoongi through his lashes.
He kissed Jimin's forehead and slowly lowered him onto his back, hovering over him possessively yet gently. "Sure baby, you don't have to ask." he promised softly, his voice thick with emotion.
Yoongi began trailing soft kisses down Jimin's neck, taking his time - no desperate hunger tonight, just pure love. His hands caressed every inch of exposed skin, worshipping his lover. "Can I take off your clothes baby?" He whispered against Jimin's jaw. "Yes, Hyung!". Jimin whispered lowly.
Yoongi took off jimin's shirt and his clothes. And kissed him. Yoongi's kisses turned softer, his touches gentler. He took his time exploring Jimin's body, his love for the other man evident in every slow, deliberate movement. He wanted to savor this moment, to burn it into his memory forever. "I love you so much,"
Jimin sighed contentedly, his body arching slightly to press against Yoongi's. He ran his fingers through Yoongi's hair, guiding him down to his collarbone, where he left soft, wet kisses. "I love you too," Jimin whispered back, his voice barely audible.
Yoongi continued his slow worship, trailing kisses along Jimin's collarbone and down to his chest. He circled one nipple with his tongue before sucking it gently into his mouth, eliciting a soft moan from Jimin. His hands moved lower, fingers splaying possessively over Jimin's hips.
"Aahhh..." Jimin whimpered softly, his hips bucking slightly under Yoongi's gentle touch. He loved it when Yoongi took his time, showing his love through these slow, loving touches. He could feel the love in every kiss, every caress.
Yoongi switched his attention to Jimin's other peaks, giving it equal attention before continuing his path downwards. He lightly kissed Jimin's stomach, fingers slowly untying his pajama pants. Yoongi looked up at Jimin, his eyes soft and loving.
"God, your body's perfect," Yoongi murmured softly, his hands caressing Jimin's abs. He kissed each one slowly, like he was worshipping a god. "Your skin's so soft. You're like a damn artwork, baby."
"These hips," He gripped them softly, thumbs massaging. "They drive me crazy. Perfectly rounded, made for my hands." He bit his lip, taking in Jimin's body. "And your dick. Jesus, it's pretty. Even when it's soft like this."
