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Chapter 104

Warning! Smut, smut and more smut.

It wasn't like Jimin didn't know what Yoongi was doing. Bless the small Daegu hiphop idiot, it was blatantly obvious. Which made it even more fun to tease him. Jimin had been sketching out random doodles, but out of the corner of his eye he'd been watching Yoongi's reaction to him running his hands through his orange hair and licking his lips. Hilarious. He did feel a little bit bad about Yoongi's foot though.

He was getting frustrated with this, this longing inside that stabbed at his heart every time he looked at the elder. He was tired with being nervous about Yoongi touching him. Why should he be nervous? This was Yoongi. He knew with every fibre of his body that Yoongi would rather die than hurt him. The past few months under his loving care had made Min Jun no more than a hideous but distant memory. 

Jimin made up his mind. Tonight he would let things take their natural course and see where they ended up. He felt his blood race that little bit quicker even at that thought, and he gave his lips another lick.

They took their tea up to bed with them, like always. Yoongi carefully set the mugs down on the bedside tables and undressed. Jimin was already snuggled up in the duvet, head resting back on the pillows. He always slept in his boxers and a t-shirt - and Yoongi had taken to doing likewise.

Jimin snickered to himself as he remembered seeing Yoongi's 'sensible nightwear' for the first time. The memory was amusing, but his fashion-conscious self always cringed in horror at remembering it. Seriously, he didn't even know that clothes like that existed. He'd taken them from Yoongi, hid them, and Yoongi had slept in his t-shirt and boxers ever since. Yoongi glanced around as heard Jimin's snicker, and Jimin felt his breath hitch slightly as he looked at his boyfriend. Yoongi's mint green hair was mussy and sticking up in all directions from him pulling his sweater over his head. His brown eyes were crinkled at the corners in puzzlement at what Jimin found so amusing. The t-shirt he was wearing was just a plain black one, but it emphasized his slim shoulders and defined back muscles. Jimin, who was more muscle than and thicker than the other, loved the elements of Yoongi that made him look so slim and pretty.

Yoongi blushed faintly under Jimin's intense scrutiny, pulled back the duvet and slid into bed. He turned in towards Jimin, and the younger man shuttled across the bed and curled into the crook of Yoongi's arm.

Jimin knew what would happen next. It would be the same routine they performed every night. They would cuddle and kiss lazily for a few minutes, then Yoongi would say 'goodnight, Jiminie', with that vaguely disappointed expression and turn and switch out the light. Well, not tonight. Park Jimin was determined to have his way with his grumpy hyung. 

He turned his face upwards, and Yoongi bend his head, capturing Jimin's plump lips with a deep kiss. Yoongi shunted his body down so their heads were at about the same level, and wound his arms around Jimin's waist.

Jimin sighed in contentment, nipping at  Yoongi's lower lip as their kiss became more passionate. Yoongi pushed a hand through Jimin's hair and the younger man groaned at the feel of it. He pulled Yoongi closer towards him and smiled a little as he felt Yoongi's erection poking against his thigh.

This was new. Usually Yoongi had stopped it before it got this far, not allowing himself to become too aroused. Perhaps he too had sensed that this was the night.

Jimin found himself to be slightly nervous, which surprised him. He felt like he was about to lose his virginity, which was an off sensation to say the least. He wanted everything to be perfect.

Daringly he let his slender hands roam down Yoongi's broad back, lower, lower - until they reached the waistband of Yoongi's plaid boxers. Carefully, delicately, he slid his fingers inside, and let his palms cup Yoongi's buttocks. The older man pulled away from him slightly, his eyes darkened with lust but also a little concern. Jimin kissed him gently on the lips and murmured: