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It’s nine pm, perhaps too early for bed, but Yoongi’s had a long day.
He spent the entire morning running around different buildings for his composition class and dealt with a particularly loud shift at the library in the afternoon. He’s just finished an essay in film studies, and he’s way overdue for a good night's sleep.
But his upstairs neighbors don’t know that, judging purely by the fact that the thumping sounds of furniture moving around and outrageous moans are increasing in volume, interrupting his slumber.
Yoongi is very close to giving them a piece of his mind, but his bed is all toasted up with body heat, and it’s the middle of November right now. He could turn on the AC, but since it’s costly this time of the year, he’d rather save his money and not leave his bed.
Irritated, he knocks on the walls: once, then twice, then again and again, hoping that his frustration would come through. His roommate is apparently on the same page as him as suddenly, Yoongi hears a knock on his bedroom door.
“Hey,” Seokjin says behind the closed door, the sound is a bit muffled, “you aren’t sleeping?”
“No, not really—”
Seokjin doesn’t even wait for the whole response before stepping in, irritation evident on his face. Yoongi looks up from the blanket, knowing that he’s mirroring the exact emotion.
There’s a loud bang followed by a very eloquent, “Harder, Taehyung-ah, harder!” that makes them shudder in sync. Seokjin sighs, “I can’t focus.”
“Because of that?” He points to the ceiling.
“Whenever I get to a checkpoint, they’d be moaning and I'll be scared shitless.”
“Are you playing a horror game?”
“Something like that. There’s a very tall vampire lady with three goth daughters - “
“Hot.”
“ - yeah, and there’s a creepy doll maker, a fish hybrid, and a crazy buffed metal guy.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about, but I'm going to nod anyway.” Yoongi replies, and Seokjin seems to be content with this until an “Oh fuck, Taehyung! You’re fucking me so good!” ripples through the air.
He drops back down on his bed and sighs in resignation. Seokjin follows the motion, sitting down on the bed and slithering under the covers.
He notices that Seokjin’s body is cold, disrupting the pleasant warmth from the sheets. It’s probably because he’s been in the living room the entire night playing some video games, and the ventilation is shit there in winter — it’s a miracle that he hasn’t frozen to death, Yoongi thinks belatedly.
Seokjin doesn’t always spend the night - they have separate bedrooms, after all. But sometimes, whenever he can’t sleep, or vice versa, they’d climb into the other’s bed. It’s a thing that they jokingly refer to as just that. A thing.
They don’t say that they’re each other’s comfort, and sometimes, when Yoongi finds himself craving the natural smell of his body surrounding him, the lines are so blurred that it gives him a headache thinking about it — so he doesn’t.
They lie under the duvet silently, eyes fixed on the ceiling as “Fuck, Jimin, you’re so fucking tight!” is overheard from where they are directly under.
A beat passes before Seokjin heaves the seemingly hundredth sigh and turns to face Yoongi. “Don’t you think we should do something about this?”
He raises an eyebrow at the question, “You want to interrupt that? Knock on their doors and tell them that anyone in a 20-kilometer radius can hear them fucking?”
“Well, I was thinking…,” Seokjin takes a pause for dramatic effect, “we should assert our dominance.”
“Elaborate.” Yoongi says, trying to keep a facade of semi-disinterest. God knows that Kim Seokjin's ideas have never resulted in something that isn't chaos.
“Let them know who’s the boss, who owns the place.” The words slide off his tongue easily, and Yoongi narrows his eyes. Technically, they’re renting the apartment, so neither of them actually owns this place. Seokjin is still speaking in circles, something about human rights and oppression, so Yoongi brings up a finger to shush him.
“What are you trying to say here?”
Seokjin grins as if he’s glad Yoongi’s asked. “We should have loud, ear-shattering sex.”
Yoongi squints his eyes at Seokjin who’s giving him a lopsided grin. He’s waiting for a punchline, a ‘just kidding!’ accompanied with squeaky laughter, but nothing really came after; just them staring at each other under the toasty duvets in the middle of November.
Yoongi takes some time thinking about the proposition.
The logic is reversed, makes no sense whatsoever — on one hand, the right thing to do here is to remind the loud neighbors that the walls are thinner than paper itself, and Yoongi has too little patience left for them. On the other hand, Seokjin’s idea isn’t a bad one. They have hooked up an average amount (on roommates terms) anyway, so he can’t think of what could possibly go wrong — after pushing the thought of other people hearing them fucking out of the way.
Seokjin is still staring as he messes with Yoongi’s cream colored shirt that has this stain on the chest area that he can’t get rid of no matter how hard he scrubbed. He’s waiting for an answer, and Yoongi has always had a hard time telling him no.
As if sensing defeat, Seokjin grins, moving closer for snuggles, his large frame taking Yoongi whole.
He sighs into the embrace, “You know, vanilla sex wouldn’t make do, you have to get me screaming into the sheets in order to outdo them.”
It’s warm, it’s nice, and Seokjin’s arms are wrapped around him. The feeling brings heaviness to his eyes. Yoongi muffles a yawn making him teary eyed, and nose scrunches involuntarily.
Seokjin giggles, chest vibrating and Yoongi wants to lay his head there, feel the way it vibrates. “Yeah, yeah, I like this position right now more, though. Maybe we should implement my masterplan tomorrow, hm?”
He sighs wistfully, fingers drawing small circles on Seokjin’s chest. “Maybe. We’re too old now, can’t even stay up after nine thirty.” He yawns again, and Seokjin puts a finger in his open mouth.
Yoongi glares and bites down on the finger, making Seokjin shriek as he hastily takes it out.
As if on cue, the couple upstairs starts slowing down; the loud, boisterous moans are now getting quieter until there’s nothing left in the air except for silence.
Yoongi huffs. “Finally, peace and quiet.”
Seokjin smiles, brushing a part of his bangs away. “Should we head to bed?”
“We’re in bed.”
Seokjin doesn’t retort but hugs him as they gradually fall asleep, snuggling even closer for the body heat.
“A-ah! Taehyung!”
Yoongi groans as he reaches for his phone. The screen reads 2:43 AM, and he groans again. The damned neighbors are back at it, and in the middle of the night no less. Don’t they ever rest?
Seokjin seems to be catching up with the noise, blinking blearily awake and with a frown already forming. He lets out an exhale, and Yoongi fights the urge to come closer and kiss him.
He just lays there, staring, before Seokjin turns to him, sleepy eyes boring into his.
“Let’s have sex.”
Yoongi says it nonchalantly, and Seokjin takes a second to process the sentence and another second to process the leaps in logic that resulted in the suggestion.
“Yeah, let’s.”
They head to their respective bathrooms to freshen up and wash the sleepiness out of the way. It should concern Yoongi how fast they agreed to it, but there’s a plan, somewhere, and by the end of it, the whole street’s going to know their names.
He takes time cleaning himself, hopping in the shower, and preps with care, perhaps a bit rushed partly because he can’t wait and partially because Seokjin’s great with his fingers — he can take care of the rest.
Even in the bathroom, he can still hear the neighbors going at it.
They meet in Yoongi’s room, Seokjin bringing a bottle of lube and sitting on the bed, scrolling through his phone aimlessly. He turns his head when Yoongi enters the room with only a towel low on his hips.
“Why aren’t you wearing anything?” Seokjin looks at him, then at the towel, then back at him.
“Why are you? We’re having sex — clothing is optional.” Yoongi shrugs.
Seokjin smiles as he gestures to come closer and pulls him into his lap. The towel slides down slightly, but he takes it off in one swift motion, leaving Yoongi naked.
Seokjin takes a good, long look at his cock and grins, fingers coming up dangerously close but residing on his thighs, teasing the pale skin there.
“You’re so cute, Yoongi-yah.” Seokjin smiles, fingers skimming closer and closer until the tip of his pointer is tapping on the cockhead, “you’re tiny.”
He isn’t wrong. Yoongi has a tiny dick — the length barely reaching 3 cm on a good day.
It’s never been something that he feels ashamed about, but it isn’t something that he flaunts around either. So when Seokjin suggested sleeping together “like how roommates do!” — to quote him directly, Yoongi had to admit that his cock isn’t the usual size.
Seokjin had replied with an, “Okay, so?” and he’s been the only person Yoongi sleeps with ever since.
For now, Seokjin’s taking his time to tease, two hands pinching and flicking his nipples while completely ignoring his cock. It burns whenever he twists and pulls, and Yoongi arches into his touch.
Seokjin then drags his nipple closer to his face before putting his mouth on Yoongi’s left one, hand toying with the other. He shivers as Seokjin bites, teeth caging the little nub, and his cock is slowly chubbing up as a result.
He’s desperate, hips moving on their own to seek some relief as Seokjin starts sucking harder before changing to his other nipple, making him gasp as he feels his inverted nipple slowly protruding.
Once he’s done, Seokjin pulls away and marvels at his hard work — Yoongi’s pink nipples fully hardening, the nubs covered in spit and stiff against the cold. He tugs it forward, watching as Yoongi’s chest extends grinning when he lets out tiny whimpers begging for more.
He wiggles on Seokjin’s lap, cock fully hard without being touched. Seokjin just looks at his cock and gives the head a flick, eliciting a gasp and making him give a look that screams ‘traitor’.
Seokjin smirks as he flicks his cock again.
“Hyung!” he shrieks.
“That’s the spirit, keep it up.” Seokjin purrs, and Yoongi remembers what they’re actually here for: disturbing the neighbors.
He starts moaning without being prompted, and Seokjin gives him a glare before taking Yoongi’s balls in his hand, pulling gently. “You don’t have to fake your moans, I'll fuck them out of you.”
Yoongi gulps audibly, his leg twitching slightly. Seokjin is still playing with his testicles, squeezing them in his large palm. Contrary to his penis size, his balls are almost bigger than average — though it could just be an illusion from the meager length of his cock.
Seokjin grabs the lube bottle and starts pouring it into his palm, warming up the lube before slathering it on Yoongi’s balls — not once touching his penis.
He thrusts again, cock aligned with Seokjin’s sight as he groans, “touch me, hyung.”
Seokjin feigns a sigh and continues to ignore his request, rolling Yoongi’s balls rhythmically. The motion makes his thighs tense. The lube makes Seokjin’s moves slicker, bringing more pleasure to his leaking cock.
“Why are you being so mean, hyungie?”
He elongates the hyungie, pouting as he does so and looks at Seokjin with pleading eyes, hoping his card was played right. Seokjin smirks as his hand stops moving, and Yoongi groans at the loss of friction and moves on his own, hips thrusting aimlessly as his balls rub against Seokjin’s hand, tiny cock bobbling in the air, throbbing and so, so hard.
“I want you to be sensitive, Yoongi-yah.” Seokjin replies.
“But I am, look!” Yoongi points to his dick that has been in Seokjin’s line of sight the entire time. Despite the length, it’s impossible to ignore it.
Complying with the request, Seokjin forms a circle with three fingers and starts stroking his cock. It’s impossible to use a whole fist on the meager length — it’d engulf him completely.
He melts once Seokjin jerks him off, lips heaving an exhale. His hips roll needily, though Seokjin takes his hand away from Yoongi’s cock far too soon.
Yoongi curls his legs around Seokjin’s waist and lets himself be laid back first onto the sheets. He unwraps his legs from Seokjin, and they look at each other for a beat before he opens his thighs even wider — an invitation.
Seokjin lowers his body, hand reaching for the lube and lubes his fingers up, entering Yoongi’s rim, only raising an eyebrow at the easy slide.
Muttering a “hurry up,” Yoongi moves on his own, dropping his body down to Seokjin’s finger, then fingers, as Seokjin adds another two. He takes Yoongi’s waist in his hold and drags the younger closer, pressing a kiss on his flushed neck. Seokjin laps at the skin, the saltiness of sweat entering his mouth — but he doesn’t mind the taste.
He flicks his tongue at that sensitive spot behind Yoongi‘s ears that has him going crazy, mouth whimpering “hyung, hyung, please,” as Seokjin sucks and sucks until a hickey forms. His wrist is getting sore so he sits back and pulls his fingers out.
Yoongi shudders from the loss, hand grasping Seokjin’s in desperation but is quickly shushed. Seokjin smears the remaining lube to Yoongi’s stomach, watching the way it glistens under the light.
“Hyung…” He groans for real this time, and the volume he says it at certainly isn’t loud — but it should be hearable through the paperlike walls.
“What do you want, baby?”
“I want you to fuck me,” Yoongi pouts as he takes Seokjin’s hand and guides it to his own cock, “I want you to make me come.”
Seokjin laughs at him, the sound mocking and reverberating across the quiet room. Yoongi juts his lips out even more, grinding his dick at Seokjin’s open palm which is returned with a light smack that makes him gasp.
“You’re so greedy, baby, aren’t you supposed to be putting on a show?” Seokjin crawls on top of him, arms seated over Yoongi’s shoulders. He lowers his face down and nibbles on the lobe, whispering, “Why don’t you say it louder for our neighbors to hear?”
Yoongi rolls his eyes, “Well dipshit, you’ll have to make it good enough for me to beg.”
Seokjin’s face darkens just a bit, and Yoongi lets out a smile as he loops his leg around his waist and pulls him closer. Seokjin moves his mouth to his collarbone and bites the skin there, feeling the repressed whimpers above his head.
He drops his face lower, trailing a line of kisses through Yoongi’s nipples to his abdomen before arriving at his dick, with Yoongi exhaling a “fucking finally.”
“Brat.” Seokjin remarks as he breathes on Yoongi’s cock, the thing so close to his face that it’s almost possible for him to feel the heat radiating off of it.
Yoongi is shameless, moaning wantonly as he thrusts his dick onto Seokjin’s face, desperate for some kind of relief. “You’re like a dog - humping my face like this.” he pinches Yoongi’s inner thigh, resulting in a yelp. “Should I make you bark too? Would you like that?”
“Hyun—” Yoongi babbles, actively rubbing his cock all over Seokjin’s face now. “C’mon, hyung, suck it. ‘m so hard already.” His voice is louder now, aware of the audience and enunciating words more coherently when he begs. He grabs a fistful of Seokjin’s hair and drags him closer to the little cock.
It’s so easy for Seokjin to open his mouth and suck his cock until he comes — but where’s the fun in that? Frankly, he feels disrespected by how Yoongi is acting - he’s not even appreciating the face between his legs, just blindly chasing his own pleasure.
Taking pity on him, Seokjin darts his tongue out to lick up a stripe from the bottom of his cock, then dips it under the cockhead as Yoongi shudders, variations of ‘hyung’ escaping his lips.
Seokjin takes the cockhead into his mouth and sucks eagerly, his free hand coming up and stroking the meager length of Yoongi’s dick with two fingers. It doesn’t matter how often they sleep together; Seokjin would always find his cock endearing.
Yoongi takes a fistful of Seokjin’s hair and drags him down onto his cock. Now, if this were any other man, he would have bitten their dicks off, no hesitation required. This is, however, Yoongi — Yoongi and his tiny cock that is incapable of reaching Seokjin’s throat, much less choke him, so he complies and indulges him.
The pools of saliva make it easy for Seokjin to give him a sloppy blowjob, lips pursing tightly around Yoongi’s length that has his lower belly tensing, fingers gripping tightly onto Seokjin’s hair, so much so that it’s hurting his scalp.
There’s a shudder running through Yoongi’s body that even Seokjin can detect, so he pulls away with a pop.
Yoongi looks betrayed, pouting. He doesn’t say anything, probably too dumb to do so by now, but he’s perhaps asking, urging, possibly begging for Seokjin to continue - judging by the way he takes Seokjin’s hand in his and lead it to his cock.
It’s tiny, red, and erected.
Seokjin smiles.
“Do you really want me to jerk you off, Yoongi-yah?” he slithers his hand up his thigh, resting near where his thigh meets his crotch.
“Please.” Yoongi begs, pupils dilating. He looks out of breath, even if all he’s done is lay down and make Seokjin do all the work.
“You want to come like this? With my hand?” Seokjin asks, fingers tapping closer and closer to his dick now, and he nods. “You want me to jerk your tiny little cock off? I won’t be able to use my whole hand because it’s so small, Yoongi-yah. Maybe two, three fingers will do?”
He forms a circle with his fingers, loosely hovering over Yoongi’s cock but not touching it directly. He’s groaning high in his throat as he puts his hand over Seokjin’s.
“Hyung,” he moves Seokjin’s hand on his own fruitlessly, “please, I'm so— so close.” He thrusts his hips, but Seokjin’s grip stays solid on his cock and it gives him no pleasure whatsoever. “Hyung, c'mon,” Yoongi babbles, close to sobbing now, drool dripping from the corner of his mouth, “Please, please, pleas—”
Seokjin kisses him, shutting him up.
Yoongi melts into his lips as their mouths move against each other feverishly. Seokjin can feel the way his cock being touched, but he ignores it, focusing on Yoongi who is moving his hips shallowly, thinking that he wouldn’t be caught and he has to bite back a sigh.
“I can smell the desperation from here, Yoongi-yah.” Seokjin says as he drags his nose across his neck, taking in his natural scent mixed with sweat.
Yoongi groans again, throws his head back and exposes his throat and Seokjin uses this opportunity to suck some hickeys onto him, marking him up. When he pulls away, Yoongi’s neck is littered with red and purple; the colors contrast nicely against the milky, lithe patch of skin.
Seokjin detaches his body from Yoongi, stands at the end of the bed and undresses. He can sense him eyeing every move, inching closer, and by the time he takes off his underwear, Yoongi is already sitting on the floor, hands aiding Seokjin in his removal.
Yoongi’s looking up at him, hazy eyes filled with lust and tongue darting out for a taste. It’s a sight, but Seokjin can’t help but divert his eyes to the thing between Yoongi’s legs. If his cock looked tiny before, it’s looking ridiculously minuscule now from where Seokjin’s standing.
He uses three fingers to jerk off, unable to use his whole hand on his dick either, cockhead peeking slightly as he bobbles his head on Seokjin’s cock sloppily. He can tell that Yoongi’s not putting much thought into the blowjob, and it ticks something in him.
Heaving a sigh, Seokjin grabs a fistful of hair, angling Yoongi’s lips — which peeks open at the tip of his cock. He guides Yoongi's mouth on his cock, and the younger one takes him wholly. It makes Seokjin wonder why he had put on such a mediocre show when he knows how to suck cock like this.
“There you go,” Seokjin coos as he brushes the sweaty bangs away from his forehead, “that’s how a whore like you should take cock, hm?”
Yoongi groans in protest, mouth vibrating around Seokjin’s length as he glares at him. Seokjin smiles back sweetly as he hits the back of his throat; the constricting heat wraps around his cockhead heavenly. “Are you saying that you’re not a whore, Yoongi-yah? When you woke me up in the middle of the night, demanding to fuck?”
Yoongi shakes his head, eyes looking upwards as if to say that it’s their neighbors’ fault. Seokjin laughs as he wipes his snot away from the already messy face. “What, you’re blaming it on our neighbors now? Blaming them for making you so horny listening to their moans?”
As if it were staged, the couple upstairs groans, one of them audibly cursing. Yoongi’s cheeks redden — there’s something about them listening in on Seokjin degrading him that sends chills down his spine. It makes him more eager to please — he wants to know how they’ll react when Seokjin praises him.
So Yoongi loosens his throat as he takes Seokjin deeper and deeper, and it’s almost like Seokjin’s psychic, knowing what Yoongi is doing as he lets out praises and coos. “Obedient little slut that takes cock so well, it might as well be your only purpose in life.”
Yoongi takes more and more of Seokjin until his cock is resting in his throat, having to breathe through his nose in order not to gag. Seokjin looks at Yoongi, a hint of surprise in his eyes, which only gets him more eager.
His head bobs as his throat works around Seokjin’s length, tongue lapping at the head with Seokjin’s groans urging him on. At one point, Seokjin has to drag his face away since Yoongi is hell-bent on making him come. “Not yet,” Seokjin berates and hoists Yoongi up, getting him on the bed, “I want to come inside you.”
Yoongi grins as he drops down on the cold sheets, wiping his lips from saliva and precum.
The lube on his rim has dried out so he takes the bottle in his hand and starts preparing himself again, the process a lot easier than before. Seokjin just looks as Yoongi opens himself up, legs splaying obnoxiously before getting on all fours. He drops his head on the mattress and pulls his rim apart as he preps, wiggling his ass in Seokjin’s face.
He’s presenting his ass to Seokjin, asking to be fucked.
Seokjin lets out a low groan at the sight, hand coming to slap his ass.
“Hyung!” Yoongi cranes his neck to glare at Seokjin, who returns it with a shit-eating grin.
“You’re a whore,” he says with no room for arguments, slapping Yoongi’s other asscheek and making him yelp, “Desperate whore who wants the whole street to know my name, to know how good I'm fucking you—”
“Well, you’ll have to fuck me first—”
Seokjin rolls his eyes. “Yeah, because I have to do everything, right? Because how would you use your tiny cock to fuck me, huh?”
Yoongi groans, ass in the air as Seokjin sinks into the heat, soothing the hands on his sides while watching for his reactions. He sighs, feeling full as Seokjin bottoms out, their bodies pressing against one another before bouncing back, letting him know that it’s okay to move.
Much to his annoyance, Seokjin starts at a snail pace, short, shallow thrusts that aim to get him comfortable with the stretch. But he’s been teased for far too long, body too used to feeling that it’s just not enough.
Yoongi grumbles as he throws his ass back, moving on his terms as Seokjin slowly stills and watches as he bounces on his cock. The sight is obscene, Yoongi’s rim stretching around his length with thigh muscles working themselves and Seokjin can’t help but drags his finger over it.
Yoongi looks back at Seokjin who smiles, content with the way he moves and spreads his asscheeks wider apart, giving himself a better glimpse of the way Yoongi’s taking him.
Eventually, Yoongi grows tired of the position and slows his pace — he isn’t usually the one doing all the work, after all. Seokjin seems to understand as he flips him over before entering him again.
Just then, their neighbors moan, and the sound of bed creaking becomes louder and louder, and they give each other a look, knowing exactly what to do.
“You better fuck me hard.” Yoongi tells Seokjin.
Seokjin hums noncommittally, hand reaching Yoongi’s pink nipples and twists, reveling in the way he groans almost immediately and clamps up on him.
“What’s that?” Seokjin teases, hips rubbing in tight, small circles as he looks for Yoongi’s prostate, “You want me to fuck you hard? Want me to make you scream?”
Yoongi nods, mouth letting out a yeah while his body shudders once Seokjin finds his prostate.
He grinds against the spot, loving the way it has Yoongi throwing his head back, hands coming up to grab on Seokjin’s.
“Why is that, hmm? Why do you want to scream so bad? Is it because you want our neighbors to hear how good you are for my cock?”
They can hear a ‘Fuck. They’re talking about us.’ from above, and that urges him on, thrusting deeply and aiming for the prostate each time.
“Come on, don’t you want to tell them what a good slut you’re being?” Yoongi pulses around him, one hand coming up to shield his eyes, seemingly embarrassed. Seokjin is determined. “Say it, Yoongi. Tell our neighbors that you love it, that you love my cock.”
He snaps his hips and takes Yoongi’s tiny cock in his hand. The thing is leaking with precum, and he squeezes, loving the way Yoongi shrieks.
He’s teary, mouth opening and Seokjin puts his fingers in Yoongi’s mouth, making him taste himself. He pulls away, watching as Yoongi licks his dry lips as words start spilling from his parched throat. “Hy-ung,” his voice cracks, “I'm made for your cock, hyung. Love it so much.”
Seokjin grits his teeth as he quickens the pace, ramming inside Yoongi as the younger one continues, “You fuck me so good, so fast.” Yoongi hiccups, body slipping from the fast pace and his tiny, untouched cock flops around, hitting his abdomen and smearing precum.
“Fuck, hyung, wanna be used like a cocksleeve, want you to fuck me everyday, hanging off your cock as you play those video games and shit. Fuck me until I'm loose, want you to come inside me, fill me up with your semen, please please please—”
The bed frame is banging against the walls now, and Seokjin uses them to level himself, speeding up as Yoongi babbles incoherently between moans. Their own noises are loud, though Seokjin still catches the ‘I want to watch them so bad’ from above.
He giggles and Yoongi looks at his face questioningly.
“The neighbors want to watch you, Yoongi-yah, can’t you hear?” an ‘oh fuck he heard’ follows, and Seokjin continues, “They want to see how much of a slut you’re being, bet they’d love to see the way you were presenting to me like a dog in heat just now, hmm? Would you present yourself to them too?”
“Yes!” Yoongi shouts, “yes, yes, yes,” he repeats, hand stroking his dick feverishly. Seokjin holds his wrist and he mewls, fucking into his hand. He’s so close to coming, cock twitching and the familiar pit in his stomach is forming…
Seokjin sighs and replaces Yoongi’s hand with his, though he only grips his cock and doesn’t move. “You want to come that bad?”
Yoongi croaks out a yes, throat straining and his entire body is covered in a sheen of sweat. Seokjin sighs as he latches his lips onto Yoongi’s neck, hand stroking him off as he stops moving entirely.
Yoongi’s cock is slippery and wet; the little thing easily slides between his fingers as Seokjin increases his pace, wrist almost hurting from how fast he’s going. It’s sloppy, and Seokjin spits at it just for show, though the way Yoongi twitches when the patch of spit hits his cockhead gratifies him.
Yoongi grips the sheets tightly, legs clamping around Seokjin’s body as his lower body shakes, moans getting louder and louder. The pressure in his gut is increasing and soon enough, he comes, legs jerking as pleasure runs through his entire body. He can’t stop himself from clenching around Seokjin, so tight that Seokjin winces and grips his cock just as hard in retaliation.
It feels never-ending, his dick keeps on spurting come even if Yoongi himself has recovered mentally, and Seokjin keeps coaxing it out. By the time he’s finished, his belly is painted with white.
Seokjin runs his fingers through the liquid and feeds it to him, mouth opens automatically. He doesn’t let Yoongi taste, though, as he keeps on shoving his fingers until it’s nudged deep inside.
“For a cock this small, you really come a lot, huh?”
Yoongi nods, movements slightly constricted by the fingers in his mouth. Seokjin takes them out, and Yoongi opens his mouth, showing him that he’s swallowed it all.
Seokjin sneers, “What a cumslut, so eager even for your own come.”
Yoongi nods, tongue lolling out as Seokjin scoops more from his belly and feeds it to him, tasting the bitterness as he smacks his lips. Seokjin just looks at him and shakes his head, wiping the saliva-covered fingers against Yoongi’s thighs.
Yoongi thought that they were done and Seokjin would start pulling out, but to his surprise, Seokjin thrusts shallowly, eyes catching his movements as he keeps on moving. He’s still sensitive from the last orgasm, but Seokjin has yet to come, so he relaxes his hole and takes it. It feels good being overstimulated anyway.
Seokjin is more careful with him this time, though he is still thrusting against Yoongi’s prostate. It doesn’t take long for the feeling to be back there again, his cock starts chubbing up as Seokjin continues with the rapid pace. Yoongi feels more vocal now, lips unable to close and moans keep on spilling.
Every touch feels like too much, and with Seokjin’s hand on his dick again, Yoongi swats it away, muttering a 'sensitive' as Seokjin smirks.
“F-fuck.” Yoongi groans for the umpteenth time, “you’re gonna break me.”
Seokjin growls at that, “You’d want it, wouldn’t you?”
Yoongi nods, crumbling into a mess as Seokjin keeps on hitting his prostate. His cock feels like it’s bursting, the tips of his fingers and toes are tingling, and the pleasure is too much — yet he can’t tell Seokjin to stop, wanting to see how it’ll play out.
Seokjin grunts above him, hips moving roughly and Yoongi feels his knuckles going white from how hard he’s gripping the bed sheets.
“God, you’re made for this, so fucking tight, Yoongi-yah. I’ll fuck you everyday, how the fuck is it still so tight?”
Yoongi can’t catch his breath, chest heaving as Seokjin moves faster and faster. His legs kick, and Seokjin grabs them, fucking into him at an animalistic pace. He can’t think of anything else besides how good this feels, rim sore yet the fullness and the constant slamming into his prostate has him seeing white.
“My own fucktoy, mine,” Seokjin growls, the deep rumbles of his voice tingle Yoongi down to the core. “I don’t care if you want to show off your slutty hole to anyone, but you’re mine, and only I can make you feel this good.”
Yoongi’s mouth falls open as he orgasms again, this time alongside Seokjin whose thrusts are getting more and more irregular yet still set on hitting his prostate. It has him gasping and whimpering, shaking as he feels the aftershocks of the orgasm.
Seokjin is pulsing inside him, and Yoongi lets out a strangled moan as he feels himself getting filled, the warmness of semen seeping into his walls.
Seokjin lowers himself and places a kiss on Yoongi’s lips, muttering a “You’re really milking me here,” while tapping his ass and making him giggle.
Seokjin pulls out, then starts cleaning up as Yoongi lays on his back, staring at the ceiling. He has almost forgotten about their neighbors — the reason why they were so vocal in the first place.
They can talk tomorrow. His eyes are already closing, blinking blearily as Seokjin cleans him up with a hum, soft touches feathering on his skin.