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Yoongi should be used to it by now, waking up to curious hands and curious mouths skimming across his skin and maknaes rutting against his thighs, playing with his hair and kissing him awake. Yoongi loves it, loves being babied and coddled and gentled in the morning, but it's early and the light behind his eyelids hurts and something warm and slick is rubbing against the head of his cock and Yoongi whimpers, rolling onto his side and curling into himself.
"No, come on, hyung," a soft voice coos, rubbing his hands up Yoongi's thighs and pushing him onto his back, and Yoongi can only murmur weakly in argument, eyes still pressed shut as that delicious heat envelopes the head of his cock completely. He's so, so tired, but he's only partly upset that there's no way he's going to get back to sleep now, the ache of arousal settling in the base of his groin. "W-Why," Yoongi whimpers out, but his hips buck up, chasing that wet heat around his cock as it draws off again, and he rubs his fingers against the seam of his mouth to keep quiet.
The boy just giggles, and it's Jimin, has to be, Yoongi would recognize that laugh anywhere. There's a distinct crack somewhere in the room and Yoongi gasps, squeezing his thighs together as Jimin rubs a cold, wet finger against his entrance. Yoongi squirms as he pokes and prods, and there's a satisfied groan as his hole flutters against the pad of his finger, the digit slipping in easily all the way to the knuckle.
"Gorgeous, hyung," Jimin breathes, but that's the last Yoongi hears from him as he bows
back down, tonguing his cock back into his mouth and sliding halfway down the length, laving his tongue along the underside and pumping his finger inside of him.
Jimin has always been eager, eager to please, eager to prove himself, and Yoongi finds himself wanting to see, squinting his eyes open and craning his head up to see Jimin gagging himself on his cock repeatedly, eyebrows furrowed in concentration as he bobs his head and the sight sends a surge of arousal pooling in his gut. Jimin's mouth is even prettier, if possible, with a cock between his lips, wet with spit and plump with sleep, dragging up his wet length with his cheeks hollowed only slightly because he knows how Yoongi likes it, knows he appreciates the scorching heat of his mouth as opposed to the suction.
Jimin pushes in another finger way, way too easily and Yoongi squeezes his eyes shut again, rocking his hips back for more, Jimin shutting him up with his fingers curving harshly into his prostate. It's too much, too soon, especially when he's disoriented from dreaming and has had an erection in his sleep for the past twenty minutes, and Yoongi lets out an embarrassing little yelp, bucking his knees up in a weak little attempt to get Jimin off of him.
"That's cute, hyung, is your cock too sensitive? Are you gonna come already?" Jimin coos, that cute lilt in his voice that he uses when he's talking with Jeongguk or Taehyung or when he gets to top one of his hyungs and gets a little too cocky, his eyes blown black and the heavy bulge in his pajama pants giving away how thin his patience is wearing. "I can be as rough with you as I want, can't I," he pants, fisting Yoongi's weeping cock roughly, letting it leak all down his fist and splatter onto his stomach. Jimin rubs a third finger against his hole, tugging at the rim until it's pushing in and stretching him open and in a couple hours Yoongi's going to be embarrassed about what a slut he is in the mornings, too blissed out and caught up to be aware at all of how loud he is, how thin the walls are, who's still in bed and who's jerking whom off in the shower to the sound of Yoongi's panting moans.
"Who used this hole last, Yoongi-yah, was it Namjoon hyung?" Jimin's so disgusting about dirty talk, does it more for himself than whoever he's fucking or whoever is graced with the gift of fucking his ass, but once he starts he can't fucking stop. "Did Namjoon hyung put his big cock inside you, Yoongi, did it feel good? Did you come all over yourself?" He's breathing heavily, fucking his fingers into the older as fast as he can and in any other situation Yoongi would be making fun of the way Jimin ruts his hips forward a little desperately, thrusting into open air. Yoongi can hardly breath, at the moment, let alone string together a sentence. "God, fuck, I want you so bad, I can't wait to fuck your tight little hole."
"Hurry the fuck up then," Yoongi grumbles, means to, but the words get caught in his throat when Jimin ducks back down to take the head of his cock back into his mouth, sucking in even little spurts that make Yoongi feel like the younger is going to suck the cum straight out of him, and he just groans instead. He can feel his orgasm getting ready to ride up out of him, settling in a dull ache that feels like it's pulling from the base of his cock and he can't hold himself still, feels himself vibrating, struggling to keep his legs from kicking out and thrashing and bucking into Jimin's mouth. He wants more, more, wants to grab hold of his hair and fuck into his mouth and wants to pull him off so he can feel his cock throb and spill into his own hands and wants to curl in on himself and sob and rut into the sheets. Laying back and letting someone else take charge of his orgasms, of his body, feels like drowning in pool that's shallow enough for him to simply stand up in.
"Jimin, fuck! Stop, stop, don't stop-please, I'm coming," Yoongi gasps, tipping, tipping, until he's falling over the edge; and he feels like screaming when Jimin pulls off of him entirely, tearing his fingers out of Yoongi and scrambling to get his pants down over his throbbing cock, guiding it into Yoongi and thrusting in as fast as those perfectly trained dancers hips will let him.
"God, ugh," Jimin groans. He's gripping Yoongi's hips so tight he feels like he's being split in half, and coming untouched has always felt like he's missing something somehow, but Jimin fucking loves it, watching him come all over himself with his hands clenched in fists by his chest, and, god, it's so good, having his prostate reamed in time with each spurt of cum gushing out of his cock. "So fucking tight when you're coming, feels so good on my cock, hyung," Jimin moans, his voice breaking into a slightly higher pitch, softer, somehow, like when they were younger, and Yoongi reaches out to place a hand over Jimin's, stroking his thumb over the soft skin when Jimin's lower lip starts to tremble.
"It's okay, you've got it, you're almost there, Jimin-ah," Yoongi murmurs, trying to mute the way his entire body jolts at every jab of Jimin's cock brushing by his sensitive prostate, focusing instead on the furrow of Jimin's brow and the way the baby fat on his cheeks shakes a little with every drive forward, concentrating every muscle in his body into fucking his cock as deep as he can into Yoongi. It's so hot, the scorching heat wrapped around his sensitive cock alone nearly enough to get him there. "Can I, nngh, deeper?" Jimin whimpers, with that ridiculous puppy dog face he get when he's about to come, and Yoongi just nods, lets Jimin fall forward onto him.
His hair is soft, smelling like some strawberry conditioner that Yoongi suspects was stolen from a certain older member, and he buries his nose in it, wrapping his arms around Jimin's head and cradling him against his chest as Jimin cants his hips forward, crying out with every drive into Yoongi's warm body. "I'm gonna come, I'm gonna-can I, can I come inside?" He cries, panting, and there's something so frantic in his voice that Yoongi thinks he might actually cry if he reminds him what a pain in the ass it is to get cum out of your asshole.
"Ye-yeah, baby, come on, fill me up," Yoongi simpers, petting a hand down Jimin's back as the younger moans, long and hard as his hips freeze up, and Yoongi can feel his cock twitching inside him, pumping him full of his cum. He doesn't really mind the feeling, actually. Jimin pants and whimpers into his chest and Yoongi can feel everything, every puff of warmth breath against his nipples, making him twitch underneath the weight of Jimin's body. It's heavy, a little hard to breathe, even, but it feels safe.
"Good morning," Jimin whispers, after a moment when his hips have finally stopped bucking on their own accord into the warmth of Yoongi's body and when both of their breathing has calmed down. Yoongi scoffs, and Jimin starts giggling, obviously pleased with himself, and if the way he switches from a cocky pain in the ass to a contented little puppy isn't perfectly descriptive of him, Yoongi doesn't know what is.
"Brat," Yoongi huffs, swatting lightly at the back of Jimin's head. "Didn't call me hyung when you were about to put your dick in me and thought you could get away with it." Jimin, of all things, laughs harder, tucking his little roman nose into the curve of Yoongi's neck. Yoongi smiles.
The background noises outside the room are becoming a bit louder, a bit more alive, but Jimin is soft inside him, now, and Yoongi thinks he might be drifting off, falling back asleep as the sun rises back up. He settles back against his pillows, cupping a large hand against the nape of Jimin's neck, sighing as his eyes slip shut again. "That's one hell of wakeup call, kid."