37. Boys with fun

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Yoongi inhaled sharply at his boyfriend, still dressed up pretty from the night, on top of him, working his hips. His hands went instinctively to grab those hips, but, to his surprise—Jimin slapped them away.

“No, you don’t get to touch me,” Jimin said.

Yoongi looked at him, exasperated. “Min—”

His voice cut off when Jimin grinded especially hard against his crotch. “I mean it.”

Then Jimin smirked, probably at how quickly Yoongi had become aroused. He got off of him and started unbuttoning his tight pants.

Yoongi wasn’t sure if Jimin was genuinely mad, or if he was using it as an excuse to boss Yoongi around the bedroom. Either way, he couldn’t say he minded—he didn’t like Jimin being mad at him, especially over something so ridiculous, but damn, if he wasn’t hot in the process. So Yoongi didn’t protest or try to test the waters to see if Jimin was actually mad, and rather just took off his jeans and boxers, and scooted up further to be more comfortable on the bed.

He watched Jimin taking off the tight pants, the way they could barely stretch from his tight waist over his ass, and Yoongi practically choked when Jimin’s ass popped out of the jeans.

“Jimin, what’re you wear—”

“What? Like you really thought I could fit into those with boxers on?” Jimin said snarkily as he tossed the jeans to the floor, and Yoongi hated that his boyfriend knew he was putting on a show in his black, lacy panties.

Jimin got back on top of Yoongi, continuing to grind his ass against Yoongi’s cock. Yoongi’s hands started to go back up again, in hopes that Jimin had been talking nonsense before, but again, they were slapped away.

“Yoongi hyung, I will tie your hands up if you don’t listen to me when I tell you: 'no touching'.”

“Jimin!”

“Well? What’ll it be?”

Yoongi looked at Jimin, biting his lip. He laid his hands at his sides, gripping fistfuls of the sheets. “Alright. No touching.”

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