let's get freaky with it

yoonjin: first time

"hello! i was wondering if you could write shy yoonjin's first time together? thank you <3" sent by anonymous!

yoongi sits awkwardly on his bed as seokjin steps past the door frame.

"...hey." yoongi looks up from his lap and gives a small wave.

"...hi."

they don't say anything for...too long. seokjin sits down next to yoongi, little space between them. he brings up his hand, puts it back down. yoongi swallows.

they're never this weird, yoongi realises. when seokjin wants to make out for awhile, it's easy to fall into the pace. but this isn't making out, this is... well, sex. sex is sliding into home, letting another person caress and touch and feel you all over. sex is being vunerable.

it isn't just fucking. not really. it is, sure, but it's a little more than that. it's with seokjin, someone he loves dearly. and he can tell that similar thoughts are running through seokjin's head.

"should we...," seokjin finally speaks up, and gestures to the bed. yoongi swallows again, feeling his mouth go dry like he's thirsty.

"uh- yeah, um-" yoongi stutters a little as he adjusts and tentatively reaches for the bedside drawer. he feels shy as he plucks the condom and the little tube of lube, holding them out to seokjin like they're lost treasures. gently, seokjin takes the lube from yoongi, then the condom. "uh- sorry, did you...want to be...?"

"no! no, i-it's fine, i figured...," seokjin says quickly, blushing pink. "i mean, not that...i assumed anything. i just..." it goes silent again, and seokjin decides that they just need to go. "um... t-take off your clothes?"

yoongi feels red in the face as he nods and gently pulls his shirt over his head. he feels a little hard already, from anticipation, but it's like he still isn't sure. isn't sure what this will do to them. he slips away his sweats, sitting in only his boxers, the fabric tenting only a little.

"a-are you...," yoongi hums quietly, and gestures to seokjin.

"oh- yeah," seokjin nods. he turns to face yoongi as he whips off his shirt, already in his boxers. yoongi's eyes glaze over his bare skin, and he's seen it before, but it feels extremely intimate now. a different context. "d-do you want me...to...y'know."

"what?"

"u-um...," seokjin's eyes flit back and forth as he says quietly, "prep you?"

"o-oh." yoongi blinks, the thought of seokjin's fingers inside him making his dick respond eagerly. "sure, if you...want to. i'll...lie down." yoongi doesn't wait for seokjin's response, adjusting himself so he lies on his back, his head on the pillows. slowly, he hooks his fingers in the band of his boxers. "i'm going to...take these off."

seokjin watches with apt attention as yoongi slides the fabric away. yoongi feels exposed when his cock bounces out a little comically, almost fully hard. he swallows, and closes his eyes as he grabs his legs and lifts them to his chest so his hole is within seokjin's reach.

seokjin doesn't say anything for a few long moments, and yoongi finally opens his eyes, worried.

"what's wrong?" he asks, and cranes to look at seokjin. seokjin snaps out of his own thoughts to look at yoongi's face, and before he can stop it, he speaks.

"you're just so pretty."

yoongi feels about ten shades pinker than his own cock, the compliment sinking into his skin. he drops his head back onto the pillow and looks to the side.

"don't... don't say things like that," he manages. he hears seokjin take a big gulp, one that sounds like he thinks he said something wrong, so yoongi follows up with, "u-unless you...really think so?"