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“Yoon…” Yoongi puts his phone in his bag’s pockets, eyes trained on Jimin’s. They are both still as statues before Jimin decides to take a step forward to throw his arms around Yoongi’s neck. He can feel the younger’s heart against his, and it’s almost loud enough to cover whatever Jimin is mumbling right now.
“Can I come in?” He runs his hands up and down on Jimin’s back, holding him close. Jimin doesn’t say a word as he starts walking back into his room, dragging Yoongi with him. Yoongi closes the door with one hand, not letting Jimin go for a second. He is not sure how long they stay like this but, at some point, Jimin detaches from him and takes a step back, eyes set on Yoongi.
“You came all the way here…”
“Yeah…”
“Why?”
Yoongi lets out a chuckle. Jimin looks so small right now, trying to understand if there’s something he missed. “Because I missed you, because you said there were things you wanted to show me, because I’ve been thinking.” He wipes the hair off of Jimin’s forehead before letting his fingertips run lower, from his cheekbones to his chin and lips.
“You’ve been thinking?”
“I have, but we don’t have to talk about that now. Now, I just want to be with you.” Yoongi leans in first, trapping Jimin’s bottom lip in a kiss. He doesn’t know what prompted him, because in the weeks leading up to this he was always too self-conscious to move first. But Jimin goes pliant in his arms as soon as they start kissing, like he too was waiting for it, for Yoongi to move first, to come all the way for him. In the end, Yoongi will always be pulled to him.
Jimin takes some steps towards the bed, making sure not to break the kiss. Their tongues are dancing together beautifully and Yoongi has long lost himself in the kiss. His thoughts are finally silent, somewhere in the back of his head. It’s only when they lay on the bed and they stop to breathe for a moment that Yoongi can hear his mind getting loud all over again.
Yoongi is lying under Jimin and as he locks eyes with the younger – taking in the way his lips already look swollen from the kissing – he thinks he can read a sort of expectation in the way Jimin scans his face, one thumb tracing along Yoongi’s bottom lip. In a way, he feels it too; the beating of his heart, the weird void that he feels in his stomach now.
“Yoon…” One of Jimin’s hands slides down Yoongi’s rib cage to grip at the hem of his shirt, pulling it up slightly so he can run his fingertips just above the edge of Yoongi’s waistband. The touch makes Yoongi shiver. It has been so long since someone has touched him this way; since Jimin touched him this way. “You know, I seem to remember you making a lot of promises to me on the phone last night…?” Jimin has a smirk on his face as he lowers himself down to Yoongi’s belly, his lips hovering just above the exposed patch of skin so that when he talks his breath tickles Yoongi’s skin, building even more anticipation. Observing Jimin from this angle, he takes in the way the younger’s lips turn upwards; the small giggles he lets out whenever Yoongi squirms under his attention. It’s a side of Jimin that Yoongi has missed so much, even if he hadn’t understood that until right now.
“Mmm… and I recall you saying there were so many things you would show me here, but somehow I don’t think this is what you were talking about.” Yoongi smirks as he balances on his forearms, trying his best not to seem too desperate for Jimin to finally kiss and lick the skin of his belly. But the longer Jimin stays there, teasing at his skin with his fingertips, all while looking at Yoongi with that suggestive smile of his, Yoongi can’t help wanting to ask for more.
“Maybe it wasn’t what I meant then… but we could always change that.” Jimin sits back on his haunches and Yoongi finds that he shiveres a bit at the loss of contact. “I’m pretty sure at some point I’ve promised you plenty of kisses, too.” Jimin starts running his hands up and down Yoongi’s thighs, purposefully stopping and kneading the flesh near the crotch.
“Yeah… You might have done that.”
“Would you like me to give you those kisses now, hyung?” Yoongi is not sure how it’s taken so little for Jimin to have him this far gone, this pliant, basically on the verge of begging to be touched by the man he’s missed so much.
“Please…”
So Jimin does. He helps Yoongi get out of his shirt before leaning in over him again. Jimin has one arm close to Yoongi’s head, and he starts kissing him over his temple, down to his forehead, the slope of his nose, along his jaw. Meanwhile, his other hand is focused on Yoongi’s skin. Jimin’s fingers skim over him slowly, running up and down Yoongi sternum, covering his skin with goosebumps. He doesn’t know if he should concentrate on the way Jimin is kissing his way down his neck now or on how he is circling one of his nipples with his fingertips, teasing, making Yoongi want more, as a string of incoherent sounds build up at the back of his throat.
“I can’t believe you’re actually here right now. You’re so pretty like this, hyung. So good for me.” Jimin’s mouth is on one of his nipples now, licking and sucking to punctuate each sentence, and Yoongi can’t help the way he arches his back in response, pushing closer to Jimin. Right now, he feels unable to remember how sex with Jimin felt before; his mind is currently clogged with the overwhelming sensation of being touched with such care and such hunger. Like this, his thoughts are only of Jimin’s mouth, his fingertips, his tongue, the way his breaths are getting ragged and how Yoongi can feel the younger’s hardness pressing against his thigh.
“Jimin–ah…” The younger only hums in answer, tongue still flat against one of his nipples, making Yoongi moan in pleasure, but he still manages to breathe out a few words. “...is this all only for me? I– I can touch you too–” He is not sure if he is asking for permission or just reminding Jimin that he would love to touch him, too. Whichever one it is, Jimin doesn’t seem to pay it much mind. Instead, he just kisses harder, moving from Yoongi’s nipples to his belly.
“I missed taking care of you, Yoon… I really missed it. Can I take care of you…” When Jimin looks up now, a veil of want in his eyes as his lips hover over the dip of his belly button, Yoongi can’t control himself anymore.
“Yes. Take care of me, Jimin-ah… I’m all yours, whatever you want to do with me.” Jimin’s heavy breathing stops for a moment, and the younger pulls himself back up to Yoongi’s lips. Jimin brushes back Yoongi’s hair, stoking lovingly with one hand as his eyes flicker meaningfully around the features of Yoongi’s face before finally settling to look deep in Yoongi’s eyes. “It feels as good as I remember.” And he is not sure what happened next, in what order. He just knows that a single tear started rolling down Jimin’s cheek, landing on Yoongi’s neck and prompting him to instinctively wrap his arms around the younger and pull him nearer for a kiss.
They kiss slowly and deeply. Lips dragging leisurely, sometimes even ending off target, crawling over cheeks and cupid’s bows. It’s not even kissing, probably. It’s just them, reaching out for each other, letting their lips get used to walking forgotten paths. It does have a rhythm though, because they find themselves right at the centre at the same time often enough.
Everything is so warm and familiar, and it has them pressing their bodies together a little harder as Yoongi starts mapping the entirety of Jimin’s mouth with his tongue. He keeps moving, trying not to overthink how this time there’s clearly more they both want. He isn’t sure if he should cross the line yet; if it’s safe considering how many things they still need to discuss. But he can’t stop, and Jimin doesn’t stop. The more the younger keeps making tiny sounds of satisfaction every time their tongues meet, the more Yoongi can feel the heat growing in his belly.
“I really want you… it’s been so long. I–”
“Then have me… I want you too.” Yoongi wraps his legs around Jimin's middle, pushing the younger closer to his crotch by planting his feet on Jimin’s ass. The friction aches because Yoongi is so hard right now; his dick is straining against his jeans, but the moan he lets out at the contact seems enough to make Jimin snap.
He lets Jimin kiss him one more time before pulling at Jimin’s shirt; the need to have Jimin’s bare skin under his hands now overwhelming. Then it’s bare chest against bare chest, skin on skin as they keep kissing. The heat from Jimin’s body makes Yoongi grip more desperately at Jimin’s back, pulling him closer. His hands wander around Jimin’s body, getting used to feeling each part all over again. He finds the little bump on Jimin’s shoulder, the inked lines on his ribs, the couple of moles he knows so well near his spine. And in the midst of all these touches he’s very aware of the way their erections press together through their clothes as Jimin experimentally rolls his hips against Yoongi’s. His fingers tremble when he starts pulling Jimin’s sleep pants down and he almost stops breathing when Jimin stops kissing him to mimic the action. Then, they’re just there, naked, eyes trained on each other. Jimin looks statuesque, standing on his knees between Yoongi’s legs. Yoongi almost feels like a creep as he lets his eyes roam all over Jimin’s body, taking in every little detail he had never truly forgotten.
“Yoon, you know… The way you’re looking at me like that, it feels like you’re touching every spot your eyes hit. But I need more. You should touch me for real because it’s getting painful.” Yoongi can hear the little chuckle at the end but, at the same time, he is almost paralysed by the permission he’s been granted. “Only if you want to… we can still stop, if you’re not ready?” Jimin reaches out one hand in invitation, and Yoongi slides his palm across Jimin’s in answer. The younger wraps his fingers around Yoongi’s wrist before guiding him towards his dick, pausing to be sure. As Yoongi finally caresses the hot flesh he feels a bit bolder and, with Jimin towering above him, he pulls him by the hip, opening his mouth. Jimin doesn't need Yoongi to explain what he wants but, with trembling hands he shifts closer, balancing himself on the wall behind Yoongi. “You don’t need to—”
Yoongi laps at the underside of the head in response, before looking up at Jimin, “I want to.” It’s easy to take Jimin in his mouth, like muscle memory. The familiar weight keeps him grounded as his body reels with the ghost of the previous stimulation. It’s easy to make Jimin a moaning mess above him because Yoongi remembers exactly how Jimin likes it; the way he loves it when Yoongi holds him close, fondling the skin of his ass as he lets Jimin’s cock hit the back of his throat.
“Yoon, wait… don’t wanna come yet.” He lets him go, albeit reluctantly. But he can’t help but keep a firm hand on Jimin’s dick.
“You’re so beautiful…” Yoongi says as he reaches up to stroke Jimin's chest with his hands, dragging his fingertips down, leaving soft marks. “Want you so much.” He kisses at Jimin’s belly. “I– do we have lube? Don’t think I would be able to without— it’s been a while, but I need to feel you inside me.”
“I– I think I do… whatever’s still in the old travel pouch. The lube and condoms… I don’t think I ever took them out.” Jimin’s cheeks go instantly red as he looks away from Yoongi. “Maybe a condom today? So we don’t make too much of a mess……”
“It feels like when we were younger.” Yoongi chuckles as Jimin leans down to kiss him one last time before scurrying to the bathroom. Yoongi finds himself reaching for his dick, taking in the view of Jimin’s figure in motion. He leaves his hand there, palming himself slowly.
“Hyung, got everything…” Jimin sets a towel and the other items on the nightstand. The bed dips under Jimin’s weight and once the younger has settled back between his legs, Yoongi feels Jimin’s hand slide down his length then further down, over his balls. Yoongi can feel the wetness of Jimin’s fingers as he moves his hands gently. “Do you mind me—” Jimin clears his throat, suddenly shy. “Would you mind if use fingers and tongue to open you up before—”
“Y– yeah, you– of course, you can.” Yoongi feels his breath hitch in his throat as Jimin searches for one of his hands, giving it a squeeze.
“Here, raise your hips up for a sec.” Jimin prompts Yoongi as he slides a pillow under his ass for better angle, before leaning his face into the space between Yoongis’ legs. Suddenly Yoongi is not even recalling any old memories, too focused on how Jimin’s tongue feels against his rim as the younger licks at it slowly. Jimin takes his time with Yoongi, knowing that it’s been a while. It takes a bit before Jimin’s tongue is coupled by one of his well-lubed fingertips prodding gently at his entrance. When he finally feels Jimin breaching past the rings of muscle Yoongi hisses, the shot of pain being quickly replaced by the need for more.
The added moves of Jimin’s tongue with his finger inside has Yoongi moaning and trying his best to stay still enough for Jimin to keep up his work. As Jimin starts to add a second finger Yoongi feels himself getting impatient, reaching for Jimin’s wrist and pushing the younger’s fingers closer. “Haven’t I waited for you enough? Please, just—”
Jimin doesn’t give Yoongi any more time to speak. Instead, he pushes the new finger forward to join the first.
“I waited for you too.” As Jimin starts to move his fingers inside, his eyes stay trained on Yoongi’s face, making sure everything is okay. Even though Yoongi wants to rush, he can tell Jimin is being gentle with him for both of their sakes. Yoongi doesn’t miss the small smile the younger gives him and the way it’s veiled with some sadness. “I waited for so long, Yoon. And I didn’t even know if we’d ever…”
“Then… don’t make us wait any longer—” Yoongi doesn't have time to say anything more as Jimin adds a third finger. “F-feels good… I want you so much…” At this, Jimin starts to pump a little faster, scissoring Yoongi in the process. “You— If you don’t stop… ‘m gonna come too soon.” As gently as possible, Jimin removes his fingers and prepares himself with the items from the nightstand.
“Sorry, it’s been so long since I could take care of you… you look so beautiful laying out for me like this. I feel like I’m going to wake up and have this all be a dream.” At those words Yoongi holds onto Jimin harder, wrapping his legs tightly around the younger’s middle. He pulls Jimin’s face to his.
“It’s not a dream.” He bites at Jimin’s lip, “Remind me to show you the credit card receipt later…” He flits his eyes up to meet Jimin’s, but the younger is already diving in to kiss his mouth with everything he’s got.
From there, it’s a bit of a blur. Mostly Yoongi remembers the sensations, and perhaps joy, of getting to feel Jimin inside him again, like they were one. There was something extra in the way Jimin was taking care of him on this ‘second’ of their ‘first’ times. The way Jimin’s dick filled him, how it felt when he moved slowly, purposefully avoiding hitting too deep at first. The way they stayed pressed together as Jimin moved inside him very slowly, both of them breathing heavily, their foreheads touching. As Jimin kissed him through it, Yoongi didn’t think about anything more than just what he was feeling at each moment. There were no memories trying to crawl back to him, no worries about what their future would bring for them. It was just him and Jimin, tangled together, moulding with one another, bringing each other close to the edge.
“Yoon… ‘m close…” Jimin panted. The heat was pooling in Yoongi’s belly too.
“Me too.” He reached for his own dick in between them as Jimin’s thrusts started faltering. “I– I love you so much.” He searched for Jimin’s eyes, trying to deliver with it all the things that could possibly be encapsulated in those three words. Because, at this point, for Yoongi there was so much more feeling inside him than words would ever be able to explain.
They come almost together, bodies covered in sweat but still glued to one another, both of them unable to let the other go. They lie on their sides, eyes drooping closed, the heat of the room making them slightly sleepy. He lets his fingers run up and down Jimin’s spine, enjoying the warmth coming from the younger’s graceful body pressed to his. He hums low, remembering an old song Jimin always loved. He mumbles the words close to his ear. He can feel Jimin’s smile against his skin when he stops.