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It’s the last few weeks of tour and despite how exhausted all the members feel, there is a certain energy as they begin to board their final flight back to Korea. A static of anxious anticipation sparks the air as they settle into their pre-assigned seats.
“I’m starving,” Jimin whines as he slouches into his seat. The rows on the private jet are paired. On one side of the plane, Jimin is in the aisle seat while Yoongi snoozes alongside the window. Taehyung and Jungkook occupy the row directly across from them. Namjoon and Hoseok had earlier settled in front of them and Jin now sits off to the side, having blissfully secured a row to himself. It’s unfair how lucky the eldest is at Rock Paper Scissors.
“Mmm,” Yoongi hums in acknowledgment, his eyes half-lidded as he attempts to humor Jimin. The prospect of food from home is one of the few topics guaranteed to rouse him during the final leg of their tour. The elder’s lips twitch in a smile but his eyes slip closed again after a few minutes of Jimin contemplating out loud about what he’s going to eat first when they land. When he realizes he’s the only one still awake, Jimin shifts his weight with a sigh, trying to get comfortable in the insanely smooth leather and memory foam seat. He shouldn’t be having this much trouble settling in but honestly all the issues he’s currently experiencing are his own fault. He groans softly, finger tips dragging along the stitching in the fabric over and over to ground himself as he leans back and nestles into his pillow.
About an hour later Jimin wakes with a start, a small shriek escaping his lips at the sudden vibrations wracking his body. “The fuck?!” He gasps, shifting forward in his seat. Had they hit a bought of turbulence? No one else seems to be awake. No one except...His wild gaze lands on the shocked expression of his seatmate. Only now that his eyes are beginning to focus does he see that the older boy beside him is paused about wrist deep in Jimin’s brand new black leather carry on, his fingers curled inside a very specific pouch. There is a tinge of guilt coloring Yoongi’s features. “I....” he begins.
“Turn...it..off...nnngh!” Jimin stills as the vibrations crank higher. “O-other way!! Jesus, hyung.” Panic flashes across the elder’s face at Jimin’s increasingly more urgent tone and promptly drops whatever it is he had been holding. For several long moments, there is a quiet sound of something rolling across the floor. When they look up, both wear twin expressions of panic on their faces, only Jimin’s is tinged with an edge of pleasure and exasperation coursing through his system.
“Everything okay back there?” Namjoon stirs and begins to turn in his seat from all the racket. Jimin shakes his head furiously at Yoongi who - red faced - manages to stutter a reply.
“Y-yep. We’re good. Jimin just had a bad dream I think?” He’s cringing and covering his eyes with his free hand, his other tucked under the seat, pawing after the bright pink remote. The very same remote with control settings to the plug settled deep inside Jimin’s ass. Jimin presses the heels of his palms against his eyes until his vision blooms white then pink then green. He stifles the urge to scream. This can’t be happening.
“Oh. Okay. Jimin-ah?” Namjoon wraps an arm around the seat and pats the younger boy’s leg comfortingly. Not. Helping. Jimin internalizes but nods anyway before realizing their leader can’t hear his head shaking.
“Mmn...m-hm hyung. Yes. Yes, I’m fine now. Thank you.” His voice trails off by the end, slightly husky with ever-growing arousal. It’s easy enough to play off as grogginess. He’s not sure who he’s trying to convince, definitely not Yoongi by the looks of it who is bent almost completely in half now, both hands sweeping under the seat in a desperate search for the remote. Jimin can see his ears peeking out from his hair, even they are flushed pink. Unbidden, a word pops in Jimin’s head. ‘Cute,’ he thinks before he can stop himself. He shakes his head. No no no. This was supposed to be a gift for the guy he’d matched with on a hook-up app earlier in the week. He’d been sexting with the guy for a few days now and was excited about the meet up they planned a few hours after landing. He didn’t know the guy’s real name or what he looked like, but that was half the fun. Now, instead, he was embarrassingly semi-hard not even halfway through his flight all because of his nosy bandmate. What was Yoongi even doing rifling through his belongings in the first place? Why couldn’t he mind his own business?
“Hey!” Jimin hisses quietly between his teeth. “Wh-why were y-you.” Jimin moans quietly as they hit a slight bump of turbulence that shifts the vibrator deeper, pressing directly against his prostate now. He bites off his sentence, teeth pressing into his plump bottom lip to stifle another moan. Yoongi brushes his hair out of his eyes. When he turns his gaze on Jimin they are blazing with something much more intense than expected. It makes Jimin’s stomach feel tight when he looks directly into them so he glances away when Yoongi starts explaining.
“I... I forgot my headphones. I thought you might have some but then I saw...Well, I saw that thing and I got curious.” Jimin scoffs too loudly and Hoseok twitches in his seat. He lowers his voice as he leans his face within inches of Yoongi’s.
“You got curious so you decided to just press buttons on something that doesn’t belong to you.” Jimin growls out. He’s maybe being a little too harsh, he realizes, by the way Yoongi flinches at that. But not even a moment later, a nasty smirk twitches at the corners of Yoongi lips as he leans back in, not backing down to Jimin’s aggression.
“How on earth was I supposed to know you were a little slut that keeps a vibrator in his ass at all times? Hmm?” He tilts his head. That burning intensity from a moment before returns to his eyes, a clear challenge hanging in the air between them.
“Hyung!” Jimin gasps quietly, eyes darting toward the seats in front of them and then to the side. “Y-You...”
Yoongi pauses in his grasping now, seeming to find what he has been looking for. Jimin confirms it moments later when the intensity ratchets up a notch, causing him to clench down and groan low, his fingers gripping either armrest as he doubles over in his seat. With his head down, Yoongi has to lean in to speak directly against Jimin’s ear, “Now I imagine you would want to be very nice to me right about now considering what I’m holding very firmly within my grasp.” A tremble threatens to consume Jimin’s body at the words. His hyung had never spoken to him like this. Did Yoongi have a power kink he wasn’t aware of? The band always suspected him to be at least a little Bi but this had flown completely under Jimin’s radar. He thought he was the only kinky one, maybe … he was wrong?
“H-hyung...” He whimpers low, a smidge scandalized but a lot turned on by the deep rasp of Yoongi’s voice. What are they doing? This is turning into a very dangerous game if it continues past this point. Jimin swallows his pride, fingers digging into his thighs - grounding himself with the pain - as he holds in a shudder. “Please hyung. Will you turn it off?”
A light scoff ruffles Jimin’s hair where his bangs hang over his eyes. “So you can be a good boy” Yoongi muses, long fingers trailing up his own thighs to adjust his belt. Jimin chances a sidelong glance at the movement, noticing the growing bulge along the elder’s inner thigh. He jumps slightly, biting back a yelp as he feels a thump against his ear. “Yah. Don’t be sneaky. If you’re going to look, really look.” Yoongi leans back in his seat, stretching his legs just a bit and adjusting himself. Jimin’s mouth goes dry, eyes tracing the increasingly more prominent line of his hyung’s erection.
“Fuck.” Jimin presses a hand over his mouth and takes a deep breath through his nose to calm his erratic heartbeat. Strong fingers hook under his chin and tilt it up. He is met with a look he’s never seen from Yoongi before. The elder’s face is serious, his eyes and purse of his lips still a bit sleepy but there is a fire lingering just beneath the surface, a dark hunger that has Jimin’s breath catching in his throat. He swallows harshly as Yoongi moves his other hand and the vibrations slow to a barely-there pulse. Eyes darting back and forth between Yoongi’s, he tries to predict the man’s next move. He swipes his tongue across his lower lip and Yoongi’s eyes follow it. He smirks, feeling a bit cocky until Yoongi begins pressing his thumb against his lower lip.
“You might want to suck on this,” He drawls.
“Why would I wa-“ He hiccups, doubling over and sucking Yoongi’s thumb into his mouth to muffle the sound of his moans as the vibrations instantly crank up to their maximum setting. He breathes harshly out of his nose, gripping Yoongi’s wrist with both of his hands as he feels an orgasm threatening from the intense over-stimulation against his prostate. A warbling sound escapes him as his whole body begins to tense, edging closer and closer. Jimin wraps his tongue around Yoongi’s thumb, curling it against the pad as shame washes over him at the thought of cumming in his pants within mere feet of all his bandmates. But just as quickly as his orgasm began to build, it diminishes, the vibrations cutting off completely. Jimin opens his mouth to complain but Yoongi quickly swaps his thumb for his pointer and middle finger, silencing Jimin when he presses them down on his tongue. The younger gags, tears pricking at his eyes from the reflex as well as his denied orgasm. A confusing cocktail of shame and anger flares inside of him as he tilts his eyes up at the elder, defiance clearly written in them.
“Hush,” the older boy murmurs, eyes darting over Jimin’s shoulder, most likely to check on Tae and Jungkook. He keeps his eyes focused over Jimin’s shoulder as he whispers, “Do you want to cum or not?” Involuntarily, Jimin’s stomach quivers, a warmth simmering in his groin. He whimpers quietly, spit gathering under his tongue and threatening to dribble out of the corners of his mouth. “Yes or no.” The elder’s eyes tilt down at him, jaw tense.
Jimin swallows a little messily and nods once. He’s tempted to press the heel of his palm against his erection for any sort of relief but simultaneously fears the repercussions.
“Good. Then do as I say, Jimin-ah.” A cold trickle starts at the base of Jimin's neck and slithers down his spine at the words, a fuzz beginning to blur the edges of his reality. Jimin doesn’t care that Yoongi is his bandmate or that a line is being crossed. All he wants is to be good so he can cum. Screw that guy he was supposed to meet up with, this is raw and real and - most importantly - now. The layer of exhibitionism is just icing on the cake. Jimin always enjoys being loud but the challenge of being quiet, of having his mouth stuffed full to muffle his cries of pleasure is just as sweet. He can feel the sharp edge to his pleasure, a thrumming deep in the pit of his stomach that he only gets from orgasm denial. His world is tinged with overstimulation from the plug making him float but grounding him at the same time. It’s the pain and pleasure rolled into one where he’s not sure where one ends and the other begins. He strokes the soft underside of Yoongi’s wrist, feeling the veins roll beneath his fingertips. He feels himself slipping. His eyes tilt up to the elder as he pouts his glistening lips around the fingers, lapping at the space between them and digging his tongue into the webbing at the base.
Yoongi smirks, the goosebumps raising fine hairs on his arm belying his mask of control. “Now turn all the way towards me.” He commands gently.
Jimin shifts in his seat obediently, giving his back to the aisle. He hums around the fingers before suckling. He watches as Yoongi’s pupils dilate ever so slightly like the feeling is transferring straight to his groin. Unbidden, Jimin’s brain conjures an image of himself kneeling between his hyung’s legs with his mouth around the girth of the elder’s cock in the same way, gently sucking and warming. His lashes flutter, dick twitching at the idea of cock warming for the duration of a flight. The thought of his jaw and knees aching for hours on end shouldn’t turn him on as much as it does.
Yoongi continues to surprise him. Over the years, the two of them had always fought and pestered each other. Tae even jokingly mentioned once that it was built up sexual frustration that caused them to bicker endlessly. Jimin had never thought so, he loved his hyung and respected him. Still, he’d be lying if he said he never allowed the image of the elder to flash behind his eyelids while he jerked himself in the shower. That didn’t mean he had a crush on him. But ... maybe if he’d known then what he knows now, he would have. Maybe he does now?
Presently, his desire rests heavy in his belly, coloring his every thought. He shifts his position just enough to feel the weight of the vibrator rub against his prostate again. He croons around the elder’s fingers.
Yoongi gives him a warning glare, mouth opening slightly then snapping shut as he straightens in his seat and jerks his fingers free from Jimin’s mouth.
“Wha...” Jimin begins sullenly before being cut off by a soft voice somewhere behind him.
“Any refreshments? Extra pillows? Blankets?”
Yoongi shakes his head then pauses, reconsidering. “A blanket, please.” A beat. “That will be all.”
As Jimin hears the click of heels softening with distance he feels wetness on his cheek where Yoongi smears his fingers across it. He then taps them under Jimin’s chin to make him look up. The elder looks wicked in the dim cabin lighting and a bit fucked out with his sleep mussed hair. Jimin’s fingers twitch, itching to grasp the strands curling at his nape. When the stewardess returns with a blanket, Jimin finds himself squirming in anticipation. His mouth feels oddly empty, his tongue heavy. He runs it across his teeth to give himself something to do. Yoongi is dragging this out on purpose now, testing Jimin’s famously short patience.
Yoongi thanks the woman and sends her back on her way while Jimin takes quick stock. The rest of the members appear to be asleep aside from Jin who has headphones in, engrossed in some game on his phone if his sporadic exclamations and sighs are any indication. He’s just about to turn back to Yoongi when he feels the vibrator click up to the lowest setting. Jimin feels like he could purr with satisfaction at the gentle undulations against his prostate. He catches the look the elder is giving him as he turns around. It’s dark and predatory in contrast to the lazy smirk playing on his lips.
“Hyungggg,” Jimin mouths the word more than says it, loving the way the elder seems to respond to the honorific. Yoongi throws the blanket over their laps and stretches out again, reaching long fingers out to gently trace the line of the dancer’s throat. Jimin’s adam’s apple bobs as he leans into the touch, practically panting with need.
“Please...” he whispers, kittenish. He ducks his head to run his lips along the back of Yoongi’s hand and down to his wrist, sucking at the pulse point. “Please let me come, hyung...I-I’ll be good. I’ll be sooo...” he moans the word, losing himself for a moment in the pleasure of his pulsing desire before remembering to finish his sentence “...good. So so good... whatever you want...I’ll be good...please.”
Yoongi forces two fingers past his lips again, his desperate stammering cut short.
“As much as I enjoy hearing you beg, I’m not sure any of the other members would feel the same.” He shifts his hidden hand, the vibrations kicking up and changing the pulsing pattern enough to restart his orgasm just as it was beginning to feel within reach.
“Fuck!” Jimin groans against the fingers in his mouth, rolling his hips lewdly to seek some semblance of consistency
“Ah ah,” Yoongi tuts in disapproval, changing the vibrations again to their previous pattern. Jimin thinks, once again, that he might scream in frustration. He definitely would if it wouldn’t completely ruin his chances of cumming. He feels his eyes beginning to gloss over with tears as he leans closer to his hyung, pleading with every inch of his body. Movement catches his eye and he blinks the tears away. Glancing down to where the blanket covers Yoongi’s lap but not nearly enough, he watches in rapt fascination as the elder’s cock continues to swell. The shape twitches again beneath Jimin’s scrutiny. It’s visceral, the pang of desire to have Yoongi’s cock fattening between his lips right now, to taste the salty tang of his pre cum painting his tongue, to swallow-
“Jimin.”
The deep voice stirs him from his distraction and he suckles headily on those two fingers as he peers up.
“If you keep looking at me like that, I might do something we’ll both regret.” Jimin’s body flushes hot then cold, thrilled at what could happen if Yoongi loses his grip on his normally iron clad control.
“I want that,” Jimin mumbles around the fingers.
Yoongi abandons his mouth then, threading those long deft fingers into his hair and tugging him closer. “You have no idea what you’re asking for ... you couldn’t.” He clears his throat and shakes his head, a blush high on his cheeks. “You wouldn’t, Jimin-ah.” The thought seems to sober Yoongi for a moment and Jimin doesn’t like that one bit.
“Don’t you fucking dare.” Jimin hooks a finger through the waist of Yoongi’s pants and tugs. “You’ve brought me this far, I swear to god if you back out now.”
Yoongi’s eyes narrow, hand twitching in his pocket. The vibration speed cranks up high enough to make Jimin keen into the elder’s shoulder, shuddering as over stimulation skips over his orgasm and sends him straight into a twitching mess. “N-n-no...I...I almost.” He quivers, clinging to Yoongi as he begs. “S’too...s’too m-much.” Jimin feels the loss all the way down to his toes, tears leaking from the corners of his eyes.
“Make no mistakes, Min.” Yoongi growls, “just because I don’t think you can handle me at my worst doesn’t mean I’m not still calling the shots right now.“
Jimin had felt himself starting to slip earlier, but now the command in Yoongi’s voice pulls him under completely. He lets go of his ego and melts, totally pliant beneath his hyung’s scrutiny. His fingers curl and uncurl where they linger at the waistline of Yoongi’s sweatpants. For the briefest moment, surprise flashes over the elder’s face before settling into a look of satisfaction and pride. Jimin preens at this. He no longer feels that single-minded focus of cumming. Now, he wants Yoongi to be proud of him too. Warmth, like the blanket between them, settles over him as his fingers slide along the smooth skin of Yoongi’s abdomen. “Hyung.” He dips his head to the other’s shoulder and mouths at the hint of collarbone exposed by Yoongi’s oversized shirt. From a distance, it would look like the two were cuddling out of necessity for a more comfortable sleeping experience. They all did it at times, especially on planes where sleep could be hard to come by.
“Good...So good.” Yoongi murmurs against his ear, still stroking the back of his neck and holding him in place at the same time. “You want to come for me, baby?” He noses against Jimin’s hair and the younger feels the sensation throughout his entire body.
“Want to make you come.” He mutters into Yoongi’s skin, still kneading against the elder’s stomach but not daring to touch unless given permission.
“Sweet boy,” Yoongi croons, “But not now, okay? Maybe later. This is for you.”
Jimin tries not to let his disappointment show as he nods and snuggles closer to the other boy. “O-Okay, hyung.”
He can feel Yoongi’s smile and the satisfaction of it sizzles across his skin.
Yoongi lowers his voice further, a hard edge of command lacing every syllable. “Now answer my question. Do you want to come for me?”
Jimin nods immediately, releasing a pent up breath with a shudder. The vibrations are still overstimulating his prostate and he’s not sure how he can come back from the torturous ups and downs his body has been through.
“Good,” Yoongi repeats like a mantra, hot breath fanning against Jimin’s ear. The vibrations lower to a steady, bearable rythmn just before Yoongi pulls his hand from his pocket, gripping Jimin’s hips and moving to rub his lower back. “Feel it pulsing so deep inside of you?” There’s a wet sound as Yoongi licks his lips.
Jimin wonders why Yoongi is hesitating before realizing he is calmly waiting for an answer before continuing. Jimin nods again and closes his eyes, letting himself be overcome by sensation. He can feel it all at once, every callous of Yoongi’s fingers as they firmly hold him in place, every thrumming pulse of the vibrator tightening his core, every feather-light brush of Yoongi’s lips as he speaks so closely. So close to where his fingers curl into the fabric of Yoongi’s sweats he can feel the heat radiating from his hyungs body and the constant twitch of his fully erect cock.
“Imagine that’s me, pumping you full of my cum.” Yoongi's teeth click against the piercings on the ridge of his ear.
Jimin nearly loses it on the spot at the mental image, his body clenching desperately as desire tugs heavily at the pit of his stomach.
“Oh my god.” He sobs into the elder’s shirt.
“Hush, baby. Shhh...Just ride it out. Show hyung how you can cum untouched.”
Jimin had only cum untouched once before, but he knew the warning signs. Had felt them stirring from the moment he let go and slipped fully under Yoongi’s command. It was as if his body wasn’t his own anymore as he immediately reacted to each word spilling from the elder’s lips.
“Nnn..Yoon.” He bites into the fabric of Yoongi’s shirt as his body clenches painfully around the vibe, every limb heavy with need, strung tight as can be before releasing in a flood. His toes curl and his cock twitches hard as he spills in his underwear. Pleasure sizzles up his spine and radiates from his core as he buzzes with the sensation of everything and nothing all at once. The pure white-hot pleasure lingers in his bones as he collapses fully against Yoongi, burying himself completely in the blanket and the elder's arms.
A sensation of finally settles over him as he continues to shudder in orgasmic bliss, his cock weakly twitching as miniature swells of pleasure course through him. He gasps out in shock when he realizes he’s still holding Yoongi’s T-shirt firmly between his teeth, wetting the fabric and leaving an angry red mark on the skin beneath.
He ducks his head in shame, but Yoongi just tugs him closer, his grip possessive as he pets Jimin’s hair and moves to swiftly shut off the vibrations. “Shh…”
It doesn’t take long for the post-orgasmic comedown to give his limbs and eyelids an uncontrollable heaviness. He opens his mouth to say...what? He’s not sure but Yoongi just shakes his head and tucks the blanket around them, letting his eyes fall closed and his cheek rest on top of Jimin’s head. “Sleep.” He rumbles. And Jimin does.
-
Before he’s ready, the cabin lights begin brightening as they make their descent into Korea. Jimin grumbles and tries to rub his eyes but finds himself pinned by a sleeping Min Yoongi. He chuckles quietly then freezes as his eyes lock with Tae’s across the aisle. His best friend has a sleepy but knowing smirk on his lips, eyes dancing with barely controlled chaotic energy as he raises his brows suggestively. Jimin simply sticks his tongue out before trying to carefully extricate himself from the sleeping octopus that is his bandmate. Who knew Yoongi was such a cuddler? His gaze softens as he watches his hyung begin to stir, grumpy pout and squinting eyes. He giggles then gets up making his way to the restroom to clean up before they land and he can’t help but wonder if things will be awkward with them from now on.
When he returns to his seat, Yoongi is nursing a black coffee looking only slightly more awake than when he’d left him. Jimin buckles his seatbelt and stretches, not trying to force a potential weird conversation. They’d always dealt well with comfortable silence.
“Hey, Jimin-ah.”
“Mmm?” Jimin smiles gently, glad things seem to be okay between them.
“I think I figured out what I’m going to eat when we land.” He laughs, of course, Yoongi would be thinking of food. They were definitely back to normal.
“What’s that hyung?” He turns and catches a mischievous look in the elder’s eyes.
“Your ass.”