Yoonmin 4

"One of you guys sent me this as a gift a few days ago and I've been dying to use it ever since." He settled himself down comfortably and took hold of his currently flaccid cock and started to pump it back to life. He hissed through his teeth at the sensitivity. "Oh shit~ oh my god, it's so much- fuck..."

Jimin, yet again, became a victim to lustful temptation as he reached his hand into his boxers to make direct contact, beginning to stroke himself languidly. He didn't know what his actions meant, but right now he was too worked up to care.

After a while, Yoongi managed to get himself hard again, all the while sucking the dildo, and Jimin was already teetering on the edge, regulating the speed of his strokes as best he could.

Yoongi's eyebrows were folded together, forehead creasing in focus as he let the arm holding the dildo fall loose beside him. "F- first time I tried this I just- I couldn't keep doing it. Still haven't quite managed it but I thought you guys could- could help me~"

He visibly relaxed as he let go of his angry red cock- not crazy big, but kinda cute if you asked Jimin...wait what?!- and picked up the dildo. He coated it in lube and began to tease his entrance with it, sliding it over his hole and slapping it on occasion, before finally opening himself up to allow the head in. His abdominal muscles tightened again and his tongue came to rest just outside the side of his lips as he let out a long, drawn out whine, and Jimin felt certain in his hypothesis that Yoongi was in fact submissive.

He began talking again as he pushed it further, "feels like...like I'm already close, but also like I can't- like I'll never get there..." Jimin couldn't help but appreciate how cute it was that Yoongi was so chatty and inquisitive as he fucked himself. "Hold on, this won't work."

Jimin glared in awe as Yoongi repositioned himself to be lying on his front with his knees holding his ass up, his arms both appearing between his legs to keep fucking himself. He had his gorgeous pale globes facing the camera but somehow managed to bend himself round so his face was still visible off to the side. Jimin was impressed at his unexpected flexibility, not convinced the view could possibly be better than this. Yoongi was writhing with his head down in the duvet as he returned his grip to his leaking member. "I don't think I- not sure I can do it~ don't wanna let you guys down...f-fuck- guys I- help~"

Jimin's whole body burned at the desperation in the way he said that last word, gripping the base of his own cock so he wouldn't cum before Yoongi did. He spared another thought for how stupid this situation was, wondering what he had gotten himself into and whether he should've just left it. His train of thought came to an abrupt halt when Yoongi turned his head to face the laptop briefly and started reading the dirty words and advice being strewn around in the comments to help get him off, more specifically:

"'Why not think about your study date boy', funny you guys..." He tried laughing it off, but unmistakably shivered. Jimin couldn't believe his ears, checking the comments to see hundreds of people now talking about the boy Yoongi had been studying with.

Endless questions flooded his mind. They were definitely talking about him right? Does that mean Yoongi had been talking about him? Talking about him on a livestream on a porn site...is Yoongi into him? All Jimin's movements had paused as he watched the situation play out in deep confusion.

"I really- I shouldn't...it feels wrong since I, I think I might actually like him but- God if you guys knew what he looked like..." He shifted the angle of the dildo, lurching forward and moaning gutterally. "He's so- his muscles are- God~ and his hair is orange, bright orange, it's soft, gorgeous~"

Jimin had half a mind to believe Yoongi was secretly studying with some doppelgänger and that was the guy he was talking about, before he realised with what little rationality he had left that that prospect was ridiculous...but so was the idea that Yoongi actually liked him. Nothing made sense anymore. Was he into Yoongi too? He rolled his eyes at himself, remembering that he had his hands down his pants watching Yoongi's porn and was jealous of the other random viewers that probably didn't even know him.

Yoongi's pace was increasing, both the hand pushing the purple toy into himself and the hand tugging repeatedly on his cock. His breathing got so loud to the point of almost wheezing. "Want him so bad~ oh god- oh Jimin..."

And that was it for Jimin. The way his name rolled of Yoongi's delicate tongue had Jimin shooting straight into his palm and soiling his boxers.

"Oh god oh god ohgodohgodohgod!" Yoongi was quick to follow after Jimin, muffling his sobs of pure sensitivity into the duvet. Jimin realised, also breathing hard and lip caught between his teeth, that Yoongi had unmistakably just reached orgasm thinking about him, and he felt a little spurt of cum leak out of his dick which twitched at that concept.

"Jesus Christ~ that was~ I just fuckin' did that..." Jimin noticed his Daegu accent slipping through more prominently in his post orgasm bliss, muscles clearly too relaxed to keep up anything else. "That was so good, oh my god-" He slowly removed the dildo from himself, forehead wrinkling at the obscene squelch before sitting up and turning to face the camera, "shout-out to whoever sent me this dildo, I had a lot of fun playing with it just like you asked, I hope you enjoyed it...let me know if you guys would like to see more experiments like this or wanna see me come twice again," he smiled sweetly, far too sweetly for what he was saying, "I guess I'd better go clean up and..." He chuckled softly, breathing just about returning to normality, "-and have a crisis over apparently having legitimate feelings for my best friend...what have I got myself into now..."

Jimin couldn't have summed it up better himself.

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He should've known better. He knew that. He knew he shouldn't have watched it.

He'd seen Yoongi at a lecture the next morning and he just couldn't disassociate what he'd seen from the everyday Yoongi he knew. He was constantly blushing, his mind kept cutting out and he'd realise he hadn't been listening, and he was frantically trying to stop himself looking at Yoongi's thighs, his lips, his fingers. He just hoped Yoongi hadn't noticed him acting differently.

He didn't know what to do at this point, how could he get back from this? How was he meant to work out whether Yoongi really did have feelings for him or if it was just words in the heat of the moment, just things he was saying because he was getting off and he was oversensitive and he was about to-

But no. That can't be it. Jimin admittedly wound back to the start of the stream after it had saved onto Yoongi's profile and saw him talking about their study date way before he started touching himself. Still, though. He only talked about him being hot, nothing to do with feelings. Not until later on when he'd already come for the first time. But maybe the post-coital state would make him more honest? It's not like he knew Jimin was watching after all.

Jimin had one solution and one solution only when he got wound up like this. Exercise.

It was already getting dark outside and it was cold, but Jimin needed this. Running usually calmed his thoughts when he was stressed, and he knew he'd be running a long time today, so he didn't bother with a shirt. Knew he'd just end up taking it off and having to carry it later on anyways. This happened a lot: the higher the stress levels, the harder he exerted himself physically.

So he started running, legs carrying him through his usual journey on autopilot. His mind was so damn hazy that he wasn't really looking at where he was going, just seeing. He wasn't listening to his surroundings, just hearing.

He was so angry at himself. Never in his life had he invaded a friend's privacy like that. He shouldn't have watched the stream, shouldn't have gone as far as to look up the name on the note. Shouldn't have even risked looking round his room just incase he accidentally found something personal. If he'd just stayed there and waited for Yoongi to come back to ask to borrow a pen, not even that, he should've just remembered to bring his own. There were so many possibilities of ways he wouldn't have found out, too many. Then none of this would have been an issue. He wouldn't have had to worry about his his shitty feelings or Yoongi's potential ones either.

The real problem was, however, not just that he was really fucking attracted to Yoongi- there was no point denying that, he obviously was given that he literally jerked off watching the stream, he figured he would save himself that denial stage- but he actually liked him. Liked him.

Sure, the video was hot. Probably the hottest porn Jimin had ever seen and not just because he knew Yoongi personally, Jimin knew he'd be captivated even if he didn't know him, but the problem Jimin was dealing with was not of whether or not he liked Yoongi romantically. It's that he'd already accepted it.

He'd been into Yoongi ever since they met, quite possibly from the moment he saw him sitting there alone in the lecture theatre. He'd looked so angelic lost in his thoughts like that. He must have such a beautiful mind.

So yes, watching the stream last night was the end of his denial phase and he finally knew what he wanted. He wanted Yoongi. But now Jimin was hurting because of it. Because of all the creepy comments of other people lusting over him. Because he didn't know how Yoongi really felt about him. Because he wanted to be more to Yoongi than just sex appeal, just something to help get him off.

But then another thought played at Jimin's mind- would Yoongi have ever told him? About the streaming? About his feelings for Jimin, supposing they're there? Was he not afraid of Jimin finding out about his streams eventually?

There were too many questions and not enough answers, nothing he could answer by himself. He'd been running and running, perspiration running down his chest, no longer cold. But he couldn't run anymore. He chuckled to himself bitterly, how poetic.

He slowed down to a halt, breathing heavy, and rested his hands on his knees, hunched over and trying to soothe the acid burning his sides.

When he finally caught his breath he straightened out, tossing his head back and running a hand through his damp hair, leaning backwards awkwardly to crack his back. He blinked his eyes a few times, his vision a little blurred for some reason, until his eyes settled on a familiar street sign. Of course. He was on his usual running route. Right past Yoongi's house.

Jimin wasn't a spontaneous guy. He liked to plan, be prepared for important things days in advance, but now the young student appeared to be having his hundredth 'fuck it' moment of the last 24 hours as his legs carried him straight to Yoongi's door. He knocked before he could even think about hesitating.

Of course he regretted it the very second the small pale figure opened the door, but he couldn't stop now.

"Jimin? What are you doing here so la-" Jimin grabbed Yoongi by the wrist and strode into the house straight away, pulling him up the stairs towards his room so that whatever this turned into wouldn't disturb Yoongi's housemates. "What are you doing?"

"We need to talk."