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It takes a moment for Yoongi to realise what he’s seeing.
Jimin doesn’t move a muscle, splayed on their bed naked from the waist down. Stares back at Yoongi owlishly, as though the tip of his pinky finger isn’t crammed deep into the slit of his cock.
Yoongi swallows dryly.
Jimin has always been a little more sexually adventurous – likes pain and humiliation, and having one of Yoongi’s bare feet squash his cock against his stomach. Yoongi isn’t dominant by nature, but he holds a lot of trust in Jimin; regardless of how they experiment, and no matter how extreme, their scenes always feel safe.
Maybe that’s why this feels so wrong.
Because while Jimin’s fingers are thick, his cock is a little less than average. It feels like a step too far.
“I’m okay,” Jimin says, and his voice cracks unconvincingly.
Perhaps the concern shows on Yoongi’s face.
He doesn’t ask what it is that Jimin is doing. That’s already obvious. Jimin is fingering his own cock like he’s mistaken it for his asshole, and unless Yoongi is completely misreading the situation, he’s pretty sure it’s a sex thing.
“Should I leave?” he asks instead. It sounds like a stupid question when he hears himself say it; of course he should leave. Judging by the look on Jimin’s face, Yoongi clearly wasn’t supposed to see this.
But he’s glued to the spot, eyes fixed on where Jimin’s finger protrudes from beneath the flesh of his cock, and he supposes, underneath the concern, he’s a little intrigued.
“Um.” The sheets rustle and Jimin curls his toes. “Do you want to leave?” he asks quietly.
It’s an invitation. One Yoongi doesn’t think he can turn down. Not while Jimin looks like this – sweaty and flustered, a mix of worn out and embarrassed. Not while his cock is impaled on his finger, pinned upright like a splint.
Yoongi takes a step forward. “Does it – does it hurt? Are you hurting yourself?”
“It’s a lot,” Jimin breathes, “but it feels really good.”
“What does it feel like?”
Jimin glances away, and his chest rises and falls with a shaky sigh. “Feels wrong,” he says. “It’s like my body is telling me I’m doing something I shouldn’t be.”
“Sounds like it’s a mental thing.”
“Mm. Kind of. But only until it’s deep enough.”
Yoongi knits his brows together. The tip of Jimin’s finger already looks like a lot, and Yoongi isn’t sure how much more he’s going to be able to fit inside without actually injuring himself. “You want to go even deeper than that?” he asks.
“I can’t get off from this alone,” Jimin smiles. He presses one finger into the pudge of his bladder. “My prostate is all the way in here.”
Yoongi gulps. Barely manages to visualise it before Jimin speaks up again.
“I think you could reach it.”
Yoongi doesn’t think his cock has ever twitched in quite so much interest. Clearing his throat, he drops his hands down in front of his crotch.
“Come sit with me,” Jimin says. Commanding, regardless of the sweat in his hair, or the tears in his eyes. There’s something about him that Yoongi can just never say no to, and he finds his legs carrying him over to the side of the bed without a second thought.
The mattress jounces under Yoongi’s weight, and Jimin whimpers at the sudden movement, curling his hand around his cock to keep it still. But Yoongi can’t quite manage to get an apology out.
He’s nervous, sitting so close to Jimin in such a vulnerable position. So close that he can smell Jimin’s cologne, and the familiar tang of his sweat. Close enough that he can see the pores at the tip of his nose, and the curl of each individual eyelash.
Jimin glances up at him. “Do you wanna–” he grunts as he rearranges himself against the pillows, “do you wanna help me?”
“With what?”
“Lube,” Jimin says. Yoongi spots it on his own side of the bed, where an array of used sounding rods lie wet in Yoongi’s place. “Want you to squirt some over my cock.”
“How much?” Yoongi asks, leaning over to retrieve the bottle.
“Until it looks like too much.”
He frowns at Jimin, but complies, and drizzles the lube directly over where Jimin’s slit hugs his finger, trickling over his knuckles and his cock. Enough that the lube reaches his tuft of pubic hair, and leaks down to his balls.
Gently, Jimin tugs his finger back up to his slit, then pushes back inside, squelching as a filthy mixture of lube and precum dribbles out, and down the side of his cock. He pushes deeper than before – until his thighs are trembling, and Yoongi rests a hand above his knee. “Breathe,” he says.
Jimin nods quickly, pushing a breath out through his lips.
And then he picks up the pace, fingering his cock with a little more vigour. All the way to his second knuckle, tugging out, then pushing straight back in.
“Touch me?” Jimin breathes, slipping his hand down and running his fingers over his balls.
Yoongi squeezes Jimin’s leg. “I am touching you,” he says, confused.
“My cock. Want you to touch my cock.”
His eyes widen. As though touching Jimin’s cock isn’t something he’s done hundreds of times before. “While you finger your–?”
“Yes. Please.”
Taking a breath, Yoongi leans in, and gently curls his hand around Jimin’s cock, hot and wet, and pulsing beneath his palm. It feels entirely too delicate – Yoongi can feel the bulge of Jimin’s finger, and he feels almost scared to move.
He doesn’t slide his hand down the length of Jimin’s cock; instead, he twists it around, foreskin dragging around it’s distended head.
Jimin grunts, bending one knee and dropping it back down onto the mattress. “Like that,” he grits, and wraps his wet little hand over Yoongi’s knuckles.
Yoongi is gentle, but he wonders if Jimin’s finger can feel the pressure of his thumb rubbing circles into the underside of his cock.
But suddenly – Jimin jolts, his hips bucking up from the bed.
Yoongi freezes, loosening his grip around Jimin’s cock, and he leans away. “Are you okay?”
Jimin nods quickly, and uses his free hand to brush the hair up out of his face. He clenches his jaw, and his lips curl into a wonky smile. “It’s really sensitive,” he says, and laughs through his nose.
To be stimulated from both the inside and outside of his cock, Yoongi can only imagine; he can feel Jimin’s finger protruding through the skin, and his eyes trail to where his slit wraps around his second knuckle. Stretched unnaturally, like a pair of soft lips. Yoongi gulps.
Hates that he wonders if it’s just as pillowy.
“I think I–” Yoongi cuts himself off, unsure of how he should put it. How he should voice that he actually wants his finger in Jimin’s urethra. “Is it okay if I–”
Jimin glances up curiously.
“I wanna try,” Yoongi says, and his eyes snap down to Jimin’s crotch.
“You want to finger my cock?”
He makes it sound obscene, but Yoongi, with his lips pressed together, nods anyway. “Did you mean it? When you said I could reach your prostate?”
Jimin hums. Presses his lips together like he’s holding back a smile. “I think your fingers are long enough.”
Long enough. Yoongi’s head spins with the memory of Jimin pressing their hands together and gawping at the difference in size, their fingers equally as thick, but Yoongi’s handspan longer by at least an inch.
“Will I hurt you?” he asks.
“I don’t think so. Not with enough lube. I’m – pretty stretched.”
“Pretty stretched. Right.”
Jimin takes his time tugging his finger out of his cock – gently pinches the tip and pulls it out. But Yoongi’s eyes almost bulge out of his head when he sees the state of Jimin’s empty cock.
His slit doesn’t completely close back up the way he’d been expecting it to, red raw and slightly open.
“Is that – is it supposed to look like that?”
“Like I’ve been fingering my dick?” Jimin asks, but he doesn’t seem fazed. “Yes, it’s supposed to look like that.”
“Will it close back up?”
“Eventually. Do you still wanna try?”
Yoongi nods quickly. “Which finger should I use?”
Jimin hums, and gently picks up one of Yoongi’s hands out of his lap. He narrows his eyes as he inspects it, then pinches Yoongi’s middle finger. “Lube this one up.”
“Are you kidding?”
“The whole thing.”
“My middle finger is never gonna fit into your–” Yoongi clears his throat, “urethra.”
“You’d be surprised what I’ve had in my urethra.”
“What?”
“Lube it up!”
Yoongi grumbles, but does as he’s told, smearing the lube right down to his knuckles, as per Jimin’s request. Pulling his feet up onto the bed, he shuffles closer to Jimin for a better angle, and holds up his finger. “Are you um, ready?”
“Yes,” Jimin says, but reaches out to curl a hand around Yoongi’s wrist. “But you aren’t. I’m gonna guide you.”
“Okay, yeah.” Yoongi nods, and he feels safe.
Until Jimin lets go.
He looks at him.
“Touch it,” Jimin says.
Yoongi frowns.
“Just touch it like you usually would. Refamiliarise yourself. It’s not gonna be easy if you’re so tense.”
“M’not tense. I just don’t wanna hurt you.”
“Kay. Touch my dick.”
Yoongi rolls his eyes, but reaches out and wraps his hand around Jimin’s cock, not nearly as thick as it’d felt when Jimin’s finger filled it out. Rolling his wrist comes as second nature, and Jimin grunts, his brows knitting together the way they always do.
“Run your finger over my slit,” Jimin grits. “Gently.”
“Already?”
“I’m not teaching you how to give me a handjob. Touch my slit.”
Yoongi giggles, and slips his fingers up to the tip of Jimin’s cock, where he lets his middle finger settle over the slit. Not quite inside of Jimin’s urethra, but pressed down enough against that gentle gape that it feels like a tiny pair of lips.
Bending his finger, he rubs his fingertip along the slit, and Jimin shivers.
“Wet enough?” Yoongi asks.
“Yeah.”
“Nothing hurting?”
Jimin scoffs, and glances at Yoongi incredulously. “I would tell you.”
Yoongi hopes that’s the case. In all honesty, he’s a little nervous. He supposes anyone would be if they were about to finger their boyfriend’s cock with no prior experience. But despite how far Jimin likes to push himself, Yoongi trusts he knows his limits.
With a little more pressure, he drags his finger along Jimin’s slit again. “What now?” he asks.
Jimin swallows. “Push it in.”
“Really?”
“Mhm. Just the tip. Keep your finger straight so you don’t scratch me.”
Yoongi must make a face.
“Just a precaution. I don’t think your nails are even long enough.”
He glances down at his hand, nails blunt, bitten down to the nub, and he supposes Jimin is right.
“Okay,” he says, a string of lube following his finger as he lifts it away to adjust the position of his arm. This time, he presses his finger down vertically against the slit, and rests there in the cusp of Jimin’s urethra. “Is this right?”
Jimin hums an affirmative, and wraps a hand around the base of his cock. “Now slowly sink it inside. Don’t force it.”
“Got it.”
Yoongi has never felt anything quite like it. As he pushes inside, the soft flesh of Jimin’s cock wraps around his finger with a gentle pressure, his urethra pleasantly warm and wet.
But the sight of it alone has Yoongi rock hard inside of his jeans; it doesn’t look natural, the tip of his finger lost inside of Jimin’s pisshole. He gulps, and glances at Jimin, whose eyes are wide and glassy. “Are you okay?” he whispers.
Jimin nods, and tucks a piece of hair behind his ear. “Does it – does it feel weird for you?”
“I like it,” Yoongi says. “I feel…”
“Mm?”
“Like I’m in control.”
“Yeah?”
Even if Jimin is guiding him through the scene, the same way he usually does when they try out something new, it feels different this time around. With his finger completely obstructing Jimin’s ability to cum or piss, he feels oddly powerful.
Yoongi nods.
But he sees it in Jimin’s features anyway – the way he dotes, a smile on his lips that he’s undeniably trying to hide. “Do you need me to keep guiding you?” he asks.
“No, I’m – as long as you tell me if it starts to hurt. I think I’ll be okay.”
Jimin wets his lips. “Okay, baby.”
“Gonna push in a little further now, okay?”
“You’re the boss.”
Slowly, Yoongi continues to sink his finger down Jimin’s urethra, stretching so much wider than it had around Jimin’s finger, the head of his cock widening as it passes over each of Yoongi’s knobbly knuckles. Swallowing him up whole in the most unnatural orifice he has to offer.
It doesn’t take long before Jimin starts to squirm. Drags one knee up to his chest, then lets it fall to the side, jostling the mattress, the meat of his thigh jiggling. He drops his head back against the pillows with a huff, eyes squeezed shut and lips pursed.
“Stay still,” Yoongi murmurs, trailing his free hand down Jimin’s leg.
“Can’t,” Jimin pants, and his head shoots back up.
“Try.”
Jimin nods quickly, and sucks in a sharp breath, his toes curling in the edge of Yoongi’s vision.
He’s surprised Jimin’s slit manages to slip past Yoongi’s second knuckle. The thickest part of his finger, and by some miracle and a little more lube, Jimin’s cock fits it inside. By this point, the tip of Yoongi’s finger must be somewhere at the base of Jimin’s cock, and he stops, unsure if it’s even possible to go deeper.
It’s almost as if Jimin reads Yoongi’s mind.
“You’re close,” he whispers. “Want you to keep going.”
Yoongi glances at Jimin tentatively. “Are you sure?”
“Mhm. Please. Wanna cum from just this.”
Yoongi has only ever wanted to please Jimin.
He pushes even deeper. Doesn’t stop until the head of Jimin’s cock nudges the webs between his fingers. Until Jimin is whimpering, and Yoongi physically can’t push any more of his finger inside.
“There,” Jimin pants. “You’re right there.”
“I am?” Yoongi asks. It doesn’t feel all that different inside. A little tighter, perhaps, where his finger has passed through a sphincter. But really, Yoongi has no idea where Jimin’s prostate actually is. “What should I do?”
Jimin looks at him. “Wiggle it,” he says.
“Wi–what?”
“Wiggle your finger.”
Yoongi glances down at Jimin’s cock hesitantly. He swallows, then crooks his fingertip inside of Jimin.
“Fuh-fuck,” Jimin hisses. “Keep doing that.”
“Okay,” Yoongi nods. “Yeah.”
This time, he wiggles his finger with a little more conviction, tickling Jimin’s prostate until he’s gasping.
Whimpering and writhing, but unable to get away from the stimulation inside of him.
“Yoongi,” he gasps. “Faster. Go faster.”
He picks up the speed, curling his finger like he’s scratching an itch, jabbing into Jimin’s prostate with a pace that renders him speechless.
It’s strange, from Yoongi’s perspective, for Jimin to have such a strong reaction to such little stimulation. There’s no slap of skin on skin, no sweat, and no creak of the bed frame. Yoongi is barely even moving his hand – but Jimin looks ruined, cheeks flushed and hair a mess, mewling nonsense about being close.
Briefly, Yoongi wonders if Jimin gets like this when he’s alone, fucking his cock with a metal rod.
And then Jimin cums. Hard. Throws his head into the pillows and convulses, tummy twitching and hips rolling. Even his cock quivers around Yoongi’s finger, that gentle pulse becoming a sporadic contraction.
But his cum doesn’t spurt out like normal. There’s a warm rush around Yoongi’s finger, and a milky dribble from the corner of Jimin’s slit – but it takes Yoongi a beat to realise his finger is acting like a plug. One that he isn’t sure he has permission to remove just yet.
Eventually, Jimin drags his hands down his face with a sigh, and lifts his head to look at Yoongi, then down at his cock. “Oh my god,” he says, and his voice cracks.
Yoongi giggles. “My finger is still– should I–?”
“Oh. I’ll–” Jimin wraps his hands around Yoongi’s wrist, and carefully tugs it upwards, his finger sliding back through Jimin’s urethra. It slips out with a wet bubble of air, and Jimin whimpers as his cock droops onto his thigh, his slit no longer a slit, but a gaping hole.
The glob of cum that belatedly dribbles out does barely anything to make Jimin’s cock look anything more like a penis than a sleeve, stretched unnaturally wide, and showing no signs of shrinking back to normal. But as strange as it looks, it doesn’t turn Yoongi off.
“I’m sorry it looks weird,” Jimin mumbles suddenly, dropping a hand to rest over the top of his cock. “It’s just because I’m – not hard anymore.”
Yoongi smiles. “I think It’s cute.”
“Cute?” Jimin asks, and giggles. “It’s all floppy.”
Yoongi hums and leans in, pressing his lips to Jimin’s. “All of you is cute,” he says between kisses, and reaches up to cup Jimin’s jaw, still trembling with the rush of his orgasm.
“I didn’t think you’d be into this,” Jimin murmurs as Yoongi places a kiss to his chin, and then another to the line of his throat.
“I didn’t know you were into this,” he counters, slipping Jimin’s t-shirt up over his nipples, and pressing his lips to his sternum.
Jimin sighs shakily. “You knew about the rods.”
“I didn’t know you used them.”
“Because it’s embarrassing.”
Yoongi snorts. “You’ve introduced me to worse things than this.”
“This is different!” Jimin groans, but giggles the moment Yoongi’s lips reach his tummy. “What are you doing?”
“Nothing.”
“Yoongi.”
He looks up at Jimin, pressing a steady trail of kisses down over Jimin’s abdomen, and to the little pudge where his pubic hair has begun to grow back. “Have you ever had a tongue inside your cock?” he asks.
Jimin splutters. “Huh?”
“Have you?”
“Nuh-no. Not a tongue.”
“Have you thought about it before?” Yoongi asks, trailing a finger up Jimin’s thigh. He places his hand over Jimin’s, then moves it away from his cock, Yoongi’s chin hovering just above it.
“I’m thinking about it now.”
Yoongi smiles. “Can I?”
With an audible gulp, Jimin nods.
Unlike other dicks Yoongi has sucked, Jimin’s isn’t intimidating. It isn’t too big, and it doesn’t grow much when he’s hard. But something Yoongi has never done is suck a flaccid cock.
It’s strange – the way he has to pick it up from Jimin’s thigh, still wet and dribbling cum, but he pokes out his tongue and licks over Jimin’s open slit, barely dipping inside. Jimin shudders, and curls his hands into Yoongi’s hair, shifting his hips when Yoongi closes his lips around his cock.
“Are you gonna – hnn,”
“Mm?” Yoongi hums.
“Guh-gonna suck it out?”
Yoongi licks around the head of Jimin’s cock, and teases his slit again with the tip of his tongue. He pulls away briefly. “Suck what out?” he asks, and grins.
“My. My cum.”
Yoongi giggles. “Like a straw?”
Jimin closes his eyes and nods. “Like a straw.”
“If that’s what you want.”
Taking Jimin back into his mouth, Yoongi pushes his tongue into Jimin’s urethra, wider than his finger, enough that the cum caught inside forces itself out around Yoongi’s tongue. Jimin whimpers, and Yoongi pulls his tongue back out, hollowing his cheeks as he slurps more cum out.
“Wanna see you swallow,” Jimin murmurs.
Yoongi nods. Holds the cum inside his mouth as he pulls off of Jimin’s cock completely, and opens his mouth, just wide enough that Jimin can see his own cum sitting in the dip of Yoongi’s tongue. Before it can spill, Yoongi closes his mouth, and makes a show of gulping it down, his adam’s apple bobbing up and down before his tongue pokes back out to lick his lips.
“How was that?”
Jimin makes a noise, halfway between a moan and a giggle. “You’re gross.”
Yoongi laughs, and rests his head on Jimin’s thigh, the fat of his cheek squishing his eye shut. “You love it.”
“Are you hard?”
Yoongi glances up at Jimin. Rock hard, he wants to say; there’s nothing that turns Yoongi on more than to know Jimin is enjoying himself. “A little,” he settles for instead. A gentler approach.
“Do you want me to–?”
“No, I–” Yoongi moves his head to get a better look at Jimin. Can only think about the noises he made as Yoongi tickled his prostate from his urethra. “I actually–”
“Hmm?”
“Do you think I could try?”
Jimin frowns. “A rod?”
Yoongi nods, and pushes himself up, eyeing the sounds discarded on the bed next to them, used to stretch Jimin open before he fingered himself, still wet with lube. “I wanna know what it’s like.”
“I–” Jimin shivers. “I’m gonna get hard again.”
“Sorry.”
Jimin is quick to leave the bedroom. Brings his sounds into the bathroom to clean them, while Yoongi wrestles his legs out of his jeans, and fumbles with the buttons of his shirt. He grimaces at the two large patches of sweat beneath his arms, then shucks it off, dropping it into a heap on the floor.
“Almost done?” he calls, crawling onto the bed.
“One minute!” Jimin shouts over the running water. “It’s this or a UTI.”
Yoongi giggles, and flops down onto Jimin’s side of the bed, where his pillows smell like his shampoo. He glances down over his body, to where his cock pokes up, just visible over his tummy. Reaching down, he runs his finger over his slit, sucking his bottom lip between his teeth.
He’s never had anything inside of his urethra before. He just hopes it feels as good as Jimin made it look.
The water turns off, and Yoongi bends a knee, crossing his thigh in front of his cock.
“Okay,” Jimin sighs when he breezes back into the room, wrapped in a dressing gown rather than the pyjama shirt he’d been wearing. Plonking himself onto the bed, he unrolls a towel beside Yoongi, to reveal his clean sounds. “These are the ones I started out with. You can pick.”
“Pick?” he asks, pushing himself up.
But when he glances down at the rods, he gulps.
They all seem a little thicker than Yoongi had been expecting, and a little more intimidating than the silicone ones that Jimin has, these ones rigid and short “Do you have anything thinner?”
“I know they look scary,” Jimin says gently, “but anything you put near your urethra is gonna seem big if you haven’t tried it before.”
Yoongi presses his lips together.
“Anything thinner might actually hurt,” Jimin adds quietly.
“What?”
Jimin giggles, and picks one of the rods up, running his thumb over the tip. “Feel it,” he says, and offers it to Yoongi.
Yoongi pinches the metal, cold between his fingers, but surprisingly blunt.
“See?” Jimin says. “You still wanna try?”
Wetting his lips, Yoongi nods. “Yeah. Just – go slow.”
“Of course.”
Yoongi shuffles into a more sensible position, on his knees, thighs spread, and his cock presented to Jimin obscenely. He clenches his jaw, willing his teeth to not chatter, not quite cold, but not quite nervous either. He sucks in a deep breath. He’ll be fine; Jimin has always been very delicate with his hands. He’s as gentle with Yoongi’s cock as he is with pages of a book, and he curls a hand around so carefully that Yoongi barely feels it. “I think you’re more than a little hard,” he giggles.
Yoongi groans. “Shut up.”
Jimin runs his finger over the tip of Yoongi’s cock, and knits his brows together as though he’s inspecting it. He hums, then glances down at the rods. “I think we’ll use this one,” he says, picking one of them up. “What do you think? We could go a little thicker if you wanted to, but I think this one is just right.”
Yoongi doesn’t have a clue. All of the rods look equally as thick, and he isn’t sure how Jimin can tell the difference. “That one is fine,” he says. “You’re the expert.”
Jimin smiles, and reaches for the lube, opening the lid with a crack. “You know it’s gonna feel weird at first, right?” he says, and dribbles the lube down the rod. “It won’t immediately feel good. Like you said before, it’s more of a mental thing.”
“How will it feel?” Yoongi asks, hissing as Jimin squirts the lube over the head of his cock.
With the tip of his index finger, Jimin spreads the lube directly over Yoongi’s slit, then holds his cock in place. He hums. “Not painful. A little scratchy, maybe. If you don’t like it, we can just stop.”
Yoongi nods. “Yeah. Okay.”
Jimin’s precision puts Yoongi at ease, always so steady handed – from the time he pieced Yoongi’s favourite mug back together after it'd smashed in the kitchen, to prodding a sound into the tip of Yoongi’s cock.
Yoongi bites his lip. Digs his nails into his thighs as he watches the metal sink inside.
It’s cold at first, and like Jimin said – weird. Almost as though it shouldn’t be there, the sensation something between a sting and a tickle. Yoongi sucks in a breath and holds it, his cock swallowing the metal up surprisingly easy.
“Are you okay?” Jimin asks
Yoongi nods.“Yeah. It’s um…”
“Feels funny, right?”
Yoongi nods again, and squirms, the rod sinking deeper and deeper. It almost feels never ending – until he feels a pang of something familiar in the depths of his tummy. “Am I gonna pee?” he asks quickly.
Jimin smiles and shakes his head. “Not unless you need to.”
“I–” he looks up at Jimin. “I don’t know if I need to.”
“That’s okay,” Jimin says, his voice so calm. So gentle. “Do you wanna stop?”
After a moment of consideration, Yoongi supposes the possibility of accidentally pissing himself is kind of hot, and he shakes his head, exhaling shakily. “Wanna keep going.”
“You do?”
Yoongi nods.
“I’m gonna pull the rod up a little bit and let it sink back inside, okay?”
He tips his head down to get a better look this time around, and whimpers at the sight of it. His little slit, being stretched for the first time by a piece of metal that Jimin has also had inside of his cock, and he gets it. Even if it doesn’t feel particularly great yet, he gets why this is so hot.
“Am I – am I allowed to hold it myself” he asks.
“Allowed?”
“Uh-huh.” Yoongi looks at Jimin. “The rod.”
Jimin giggles. “You don’t have to ask me,” he says and waits for Yoongi to get a hold of it until he lets go. “You okay?”
“Yeah. I just wanna…”
“Experiment?”
Yoongi nods. “Can I push it in?”
“As long as it doesn’t hurt, you can.”
Yoongi tugs the sound up a little, then lets it sink back inside the way Jimin had done, and lightly pushes down at the top of the rod, its blunt end poking into Yoongi’s fingertip. He shudders. Something feels good, and he wonders if the rod has reached his prostate.
“Talk to me,” Yoongi whispers, jolting when he moves the rod again.
Jimin coos. “Does it feel nice? Is it all the way in?”
“Uh-huh,” Yoongi moans, grinding the rod into his prostate.
It feels so wrong. So taboo and out of character that Yoongi can barely contain himself.
“Doing so well. Your cock takes it so well.”
“Jimin,” he gasps.
“Mm?”
“I–” the rod is blunt on both ends, Yoongi had noted, and he’s pretty sure Jimin’s cock is fattening back up. “I wanna do this with you.”
Jimin’s face softens. “You are with me, baby.”
“Nuh-no. I wanna do this with you.”
“You want me to sound myself again? At the same time?”
Yoongi gulps. Shakes his head. “Wanna share the rod.”
He’d find Jimin’s reaction amusing if he wasn’t so worried to know the answer. Whether sharing would be a step too far for Jimin, and whether he’d find it gross. His lips part, and his eyes widen comically wide. “Share the – that one? In your dick?”
“Yeah.”
“Oh my god,” Jimin says, the tone of his voice indiscernible. “That’s so weird.”
“I’m sorry–”
But Jimin is already untying the belt of his dressing gown. “We’re doing it, though,” he says, shuffling into the same position as Yoongi, their bare knees bumping together.
He doesn’t undress himself completely – lets the dressing gown fall open, and hang around his shoulders, revealing his bare chest and a sliver of his tattoo for the first time this evening. The slit of his cock, however, hasn’t made any progress in closing back up since the last time Yoongi saw it properly.
“Are you gonna be able to?” Yoongi asks, glancing between Jimin’s legs.
Jimin laughs. “It’ll be fine,” he says, and stands up on his knees, retrieving the lube from beside them again. “You’re gonna have to get up here with me, though.”
“Oh. Yeah.”
Without trying to jostle the rod, Yoongi pushes himself up with a grunt, and watches as Jimin squirts the lube over the tip of his cock, rubbing it in directly over his open slit. “Can I touch the rod?” he asks, and when Yoongi nods, reaches out to coat the remainder of the rod with lube.
“Okay,” Jimin says. “I’m ready. Are you?”
Yoongi nods. “Mhm.”
He presses his chin into his chest to watch as Jimin lines himself up with the rod, each movement he makes being felt from inside Yoongi’s cock. Sucking in a breath, Jimin inches his hips forward, and slowly impales himself on the rod.
He doesn’t take his time the way Yoongi did, but the mere size of the rod really seems to put into perspective just how stretched out Jimin’s urethra is. Briefly, Yoongi wonders if Jimin can feel anything at all, the sound far too thin; Jimin pushes himself onto the rod with ease, until the tips of their cocks meet in the middle, the metal completely hidden.
“They’re kissing,” Jimin giggles.
Yoongi isn’t even sure he can speak, Jimin’s slit pressing against Yoongi’s like a pair of wet lips. They are kissing, and it should be funny. But Yoongi could probably cum from the sight of it alone.
Their differences are much easier to tell like this. The shade of their skin, how sparse their pubic hair grows, or the size of their cocks. And it’s – fascinating.
“Can I touch?” Yoongi asks.
Jimin nods, and drops his arms down by his sides.
Yoongi starts with a hand around his own cock, and slips it down to Jimin’s almost seamlessly. Jimin whines, hips stuttering forward, his cock squishing further into Yoongi’s with a wet sound.
“You okay?” Yoongi asks.
Jimin nods, a tremble visible in his abdomen. “More sensitive than I thought,” he says.
“Uh-huh.”
“Maybe we should–” Jimin rolls his hips, and the rod shifts inside of Yoongi, making him jolt with pleasure. “Does that feel okay?”
Yoongi gives a sharp nod. “Feels good,” he says, and curls his hands around Jimin’s wrists, unsure of what else to do with them as they fuck their cocks onto the metal. He bites his lip. “Can you kiss me?”
Jimin doesn’t respond. Just smiles fondly, and leans in, his eyes fluttering shut before he presses his lips to Yoongi’s. The angle is a little strange, all things considered, but Yoongi melts into the kiss, clinging to Jimin a little tighter each time their cocks bump together.
But he isn’t sure how much longer he can hold it. “Jimin,” he whispers against Jimin’s lips, “I–”
Jimin pulls away from Yoongi’s lips, and presses their foreheads together, curling a hand into the hair at the back of Yoongi’s head. “Are you close?” he asks.
Yoongi nods. “Yuh-yeah. M’close. But–”
Jimin’s slit is still so open, gaping around the rod. If Yoongi cums, it’s gonna end up inside of Jimin.
But Jimin nods encouragingly. “You can. You can cum,” he murmurs. “It’s okay.”
“Okay,” Yoongi pants. “Okay.
Yoongi’s orgasm hits him hard, and the pleasure thrums through his body in waves, his fingers and his toes twitching as he struggles not to lose his balance. Watches in awe as his cum seeps out around the metal, and leaks into Jimin’s slit as he continues to move his hips.
“Oh my god.”
Jimin laughs. “I know.”
It isn’t long until Jimin cums again. Yelps as though it hurts and moans in the next breath.
He doesn’t cum as much, and nothing leaks until Jimin actually removes the sound, unable to stop himself from dribbling semen out onto the sheets, apologising weakly, his entire body trembling as he fumbles to wrap the dressing gown back around him.
“Don’t be silly,” Yoongi laughs, batting Jimin’s hands away to tie his belt for him.
Finally, he lets himself collapse into the sheets, his legs like jelly, eyelids already beginning to feel heavy. “Lie down with me,” he sighs, shutting his eyes.
“Are you kidding?”
Yoongi cracks an eye open.
“Up,” Jimin says, and tugs on Yoongi’s hand. “We both need to go pee. Like right now.”
Yoongi groans. “Carry me.”
Jimin rolls his eyes, but Yoongi always gets what he wants.