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It was finally warm enough to keep the apartment’s windows open. The couple was lying down on the bed, over the blankets, basking in the breeze coming into their small bedroom. Yoongi was looking through some music sheets he had made his students do, occasionally circling a note with a red pen, using his other hand to brush his fingers through Jimin’s hair. Next to him, the younger had his right arm slung around Yoongi’s torso, the other hand supporting his head so that he could see what his lover was doing, their legs intertwined.
“I wish I could read music too.”
Yoongi muffled a chuckle with the back of his hand when he looked down to see Jimin’s eyebrows frowned in confusion at the black scribbled notes on the paper.
“I’ll show you tomorrow, if you want.” Yoongi said as he settled the grades papers and his glasses back onto the nightstand on his side of the bed before laying back down next to Jimin.
Jimin simply hummed in agreement before placing a soft kiss on the older’s shoulder. Yoongi wrapped his left arm around Jimin, pulling him closer before kissing the top of his head.
“I missed you.”
“Me too.”
Jimin tightened his hold around Yoongi’s chest and soon felt the older pecking the top of his hair a few times before settling his head on the pillow, yawning loudly.
“Good night, Jiminie.”
“Hyung, at least let be pull the covers!” Jimin shifted up on the bed when his thigh, which was over Yoongi’s thin legs, lightly brushed up against something hard. The younger stilled his movements, looking up at Yoongi. His wavy bangs were scattered across his forehead, revealing a frown on the older’s eyebrows, his eyes shut and lips slightly parted. The sight made Jimin’s breath hitch and he tentatively moved his thigh against Yoongi’s erection a few more times, earning himself a barely audible whimper from his lover.
Encouraged by the heavenly noise that came out of the older’s mouth, Jimin carefully rolled over until he was straddling Yoongi. Supporting his weight on his arms and legs so that their hips didn’t touch just yet, Jimin studied the older’s reaction. Yoongi looked up at Jimin through his eyelashes while carefully brushing his fingers along Jimin’s sides, resting both of his hands on the younger’s waist. Jimin lowered his hips just enough for the tip of his member tickled the older’s which was now very visible through his red and black basketball shorts. Jimin, who was wearing over-sized sweat pants, sluggishly rolled his hips harder against Yoongi. The reaction he got from the older, who was now panting under him with his neck stretched out against the pillow, generated a ball of heat at the bottom of his stomach.
Yoongi’s hands grabbed onto Jimin’s hips, thumbs rubbing circles on his ass, causing the younger’s arms to give out. Jimin had never been intimate with anyone before. He had dated of course, his last relationship with a younger man, back in Busan, who was almost a foot taller than him. They had agreed to break things off when Jimin moved to Daegu and hadn’t done more than kiss. The foreign feeling of another person’s body against his own made Jimin’s mind cloudy with pleasure and his body was already hypersensitive. He gathered his thoughts and lifted himself again, pressing his now sweaty forehead against Yoongi’s. He was now close enough to feel the older’s breathy whimpers mix with his own against his lips. Jimin quickened the pace of his hips while staring straight into his lover’s eyes, wrapping his arms around his neck. Yoongi’s hands, however, were now painfully digging into his hips but Jimin couldn’t say he disliked it. Jimin kissed along Yoongi’s jaw before pressing his nose into the crook of the older’s neck. Yoongi’s hands then slide back up Jimin’s back and if he weren’t wearing a shirt the older’s nail’s would surely have left marks. Jimin groaned at the sensation in between kissed along Yoongi’s collarbone. Just as Jimin let his hands run down the older's chest and then tug at the basketball shorts, Yoongi held tightly onto his hips.
“W-... Wait...”
Jimin stopped immediately at Yoongi’s out of breath request. He lifted himself off of the older, the space between the too allowing the cold breeze coming from the window to reach the wet spot at the front of his sweat pants making him shiver.
“What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?” Jimin asked, frantically.
“No… I’m just...”
Yoongi was still trying to slow down his breathing and Jimin reached up to stroke his cheek gently, encouraging the older to speak up.
“I’m… I don’t think I’m ready yet.” Yoongi looked down as if to avoid the younger’s gaze. Jimin’s worried expression turned into a fond smile. He took a hold of Yoongi’s chin, lifting it up enough so that he could kiss the older’s nose before moving over to lie down next to him, regaining their initial position. Yoongi looked over to him with apologetic eyes.
“Sorry.”
Jimin reached over to brush Yoongi’s wavy hair out of his eyes.
“Don’t worry about it, there’s no hurry.”
“I love you, Jiminie.”
“I love you, Hyung.”
Both lovers smiled before sharing a sweet kiss. Yoongi extended his arm to turn off the nightstand light while Jimin pulled the blankets over their bodies. They settleled back down, Yoongi’s arm around Jimin’s shoulders and Jimin leaning against the older’s shoulder.
“Sweet dreams.” Yoongi said, and Jimin could hear the smile behind his words.
“To be honest, after this, it will probably be wet dreams.” Jimin giggled, followed by Yoongi until he felt his eyelids become too heavy to keep them open.
As he felt himself drifting off to sleep, Yoongi kissed the top of his head once more before falling asleep too.