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“Come ooonnnn TaeTae, you know you want to go with meeee.” Jimin pouted at his best friend, his hand tugging on Taehyung's short-sleeved shirt, doing his best to appear overly sad and wounded.

Taehyung rolled his eyes and laid his head back on the leather couch, his brown curls falling into disarray. Taehyung pressed the pause button on the game controller he was holding and huffed loudly in semi-annoyance. By now, he was well used to Jimin’s neediness, and most of the time he found it endearing. But Taehyung had waited months for this new shooter game to come out and his boyfriend had stood in line for hours for the midnight release, just to be able to surprise Taehyung with the game for his birthday.

~

Jimin and Taehyung had been best friends since their Senior year of high school. Jimin was being picked on by the school’s biggest bully and had been tripped onto the concrete outside of the school, his uniform pants ripping at the knee and his leg skinned and bleeding from his fall. The bully had just called Jimin a, “fucking fairy freak,” when Taehyung, the new kid in school, had come up and punched the bully square in the face. Taehyung had then grabbed Jimin’s smaller hand, jerked him up off of the ground and took off running, dragging Jimin after him. They had made it two blocks away from the school before they both collapsed against a fence, panting heavily. Jimin looked up, eyeing Taehyung warily and Taehyung gave him a huge boxy smile. “I think that counts as my exercise for the week,” Taehyung had said, causing Jimin to laugh for the first time in what felt like months.

After that moment, the two had become practically inseparable. One could rarely ever be seen without the other one. You could say that, in a way, they had fallen for each other at first punch.

Jimin and Taehyung had spent every day that they could together, even enrolling into the same art college – Jimin going into fashion design and Taehyung into photography. In their first year of college, they were even able to share a dorm room and together they shared the struggling artist lifestyle. After college they were able to find a small apartment that they could afford with their side jobs as they worked towards making their dreams come true. They were each other’s best friend, most trusted confidant and eventually they even became lovers for a time before realizing that it would never work out between them romantically, and so while they decided to share intimacy, they also decided not be romantically involved.

Taehyung had been Jimin’s first, in many ways. Taehyung was Jimin’s first real kiss, his first real date, his first all-night cuddle buddy, his first sexual encounter in any way and, eventually, became the one to take Jimin’s virginity. Taehyung was definitely not as innocent as Jimin when they met, but Taehyung experienced a lot of his firsts with Jimin as well. For the first time, Taehyung had someone that he could trust with every single piece of his being, every single piece of his heart. For once in his life, he felt as though he could sleep safely and peacefully through the night, his best friend curled into his side, the smell of Jimin’s usual peach shampoo filling his senses.

~

“Tonight is supposed to be my night in, my night to MYSELF.” Tae grumbled. “WHY exactly are you here anyway?” he asked, lifting his head to glare at his best friend, the second love of his life, before pointedly pressing the start button to resume his game, the sound of video game gunfire filling the large but cozy living room.

Jimin’s pout intensified on his plush lips as he slumped down onto the couch.

“I just wanted to go out and have some fun with my best friend who NEVER has time for me anymore, is that really so wrong?” he asked sadly, fingering the sun pendant that was hanging on a silver chain around his neck. Taehyung had gifted him the pendant when Jimin scored his first big designer gig and Jimin had worn it religiously every day since.

Taehyung smirked as he shot down an enemy sniper in the game. “Let’s be for real, seeing as how you stay the night here four times a week would suggest that I have more than enough time for you. You don’t want to “have some fun” with me, you just want to get that fat ass laid by someone that you don’t have to feel guilty about,” he said teasingly, knocking his shoulder into his friend’s.

Jimin sat up straight at that, pertly crossing his black denim-clad legs, his black chelsea boots gleaming underneath the overhead lights. Jimin gave an offended sniff and glared at his friend. “For one,” he stated, “I do NOT have a fat ass! And for two, there is nothing wrong with getting a little action now and then from someone who won’t harass me about being a third boyfriend!”

“Who’s getting a little action?” a voice behind them interrupted. Jimin turned his head to see Taehyung’s boyfriend, Seokjin, walking into the room, apparently just getting home from work since he was still in in his suit from the office.

Seokjin was one of Seoul’s top prosecuting attorneys. How Taehyung’s starving artist self was able to bag him, Jimin still didn’t understand, but the two had been dating for close to two years now and Jimin couldn’t have been happier for them, if not a little jealous at times. Jimin didn’t like sharing what was his, and Taehyung was definitely his first, a fact that he constantly reminded Seokjin of when he first started dating Taehyung. It was only after Seokjin had assured Jimin that he would never be replaced, that Jimin finally started loosening his claws a little bit. However, sometimes Jimin was a little jealous of Taehyung as well, even if he WAS happy for him. How could he not be jealous after all? Seokjin not only had a prominent career, but he was loaded AND was one of the most handsome men that Jimin had ever laid eyes on. He was so handsome, in fact, that Jimin had almost said yes when Taehyung and Seokjin had invited him into their bed and into their relationship.

Instead, Jimin, after thinking seriously about it for quite some time, decided to turn down their offer for a relationship. He knew that Taehyung loved him, just as much as he loved Taehyung and he knew that they both wanted him to join their relationship, but he couldn’t bring himself to agree. While Jimin loved hooking up and the sex was amazing with both of them involved, when it came to actual relationships he was rather old fashioned, which is why it had been years since he had been in one. His refusal, however, did not stop Seokjin from spoiling him almost as much as Seokjin spoiled Taehyung. Nor did it stop Seokjin and Taehyung from asking him to be their third or from giving Jimin toe-curling orgasms. In fact, it wasn’t uncommon to find Jimin spending the night at their condo, winding up squashed in bed between the two, Seokjin’s arm under his head and Taehyung lulling him to sleep with gentle and sweet kisses after they had both wrung him dry, his throat parched from moaning and his ass sore from their thoroughness.

~

Jimin had just gotten home from work and was starting to prepare dinner for himself and Taehyung when Taehyung barged through the door of their apartment, talking excitedly about some “hot guy” that he had met at the gallery where Tae was going to have his upcoming photography exhibition. Taehyung had then woken Jimin up excitedly when Seokjin had called him to ask him out on a date, and then proceeded to make Jimin sit through a mini fashion show as Taehyung had tried on every article of clothing he owned, before deciding to wear clothes from Jimin’s closet, stating that his own were just not sexy enough. Jimin held his jealousy in for the first few dates that Taehyung went on, until one night when Taehyung didn’t come home until after two in the morning. Jimin had waited up, pacing, not used to being home alone that late. Taehyung had, at last, come through the door. His hair was a complete wreck, hickies lining his collar bones and a blissed-out expression on his face from being thoroughly fucked.

At first, Jimin was very distrustful of the man. After all, no one had ever been able to take his Taehyungie’s attention away from him and because of that fact alone, Jimin had been determined to hate Seokjin in every single way, for all his existence if he had to. Then the night came when Taehyung, decked out in a new leather jacket from his boyfriend, had begged Jimin to at least come out and eat dinner with them, and try to get to know Seokjin. After an hour of Taehyung begging and pleading and even promising Jimin the best blow job that he had ever received, Jimin finally succumbed to the pressure when Taehyung had held him down and began tickling him.

Jimin was NOT happy about going out to eat with them even though Seokjin was the most handsome man he had ever seen, and that Seokjin was every part an upright gentleman. Seokjin had arrived at the apartment that Jim and Taehyung shared, with a bouquet of flowers for both of the young men. Seokjin had held the car door opened for both of them, the restaurant door open for both of them and even told Jimin to order whatever he wanted to eat and drink, no matter what the cost. Jimin spent most of the evening trying to keep a pleasant look on his face, but would wind up scowling every time Seokjin touched Taehyung, not realizing it until Taehyung would kick him under the table.
Once the wine started sinking into his systems, Jimin found himself noticing the flush on Seokjin’s cheeks and thinking, “cute,” without realizing it. Once he realized what he had thought, he mentally berated himself and steeled his resolve back into hatred for the man across the table from him. It was when Taehyung had made one of his terrible dad jokes, accompanied by his charming boxy smile, that Seokjin threw his head back and let out a loud and genuine honking laugh, his eyes crinkling up, that Jimin’s ice started to defrost. It took a few more outings for Jimin to really start warming up to Taehyung’s new boyfriend, but Jimin had never been able to refuse his Taehyungie anything, and that included liking Seokjin. Seokjin had tried, several times, to gift Jimin with things like he did Taehyung, but Jimin resolutely refused to accept every single one of the gifts.

Seokjin was thrilled when Taehyung bounced into his condo one night with a semi-reluctant Jimin in tow, stating that Jimin was going to stay the night too. Jimin apologized for Taehyung springing the overnight stay on Seokjin last minute, but Seokjin waved away his apology, stating that Jimin was more than welcome to come over any time, day or night. The three had spent the night watching movies and eating way too much food and it seemed that every hour that passed, Jimin’s heart melted a little more towards the older man.
During one particularly scary movie, Taehyung had supposedly become so freaked out that he climbed into his boyfriend’s arms, dragging Jimin with him, becoming sandwiched in between his boyfriend and his best friend, clinging onto both of them for dear life. Jimin had looked over the top of Taehyung’s head to catch Seokjin’s eye. Seokjin smiled and gave Jimin a cheesy wink before kissing the side of Taehyung’s head and turning his attention back to their movie. Jimin had burrowed into Taehyung’s side, biting his lip in deep thought about the man that Taehyung had sprung into their lives, trying to decide if he could really accept it or not.

Once the movie had ended, Jimin stood up quickly, announcing that he had something important to say. Jimin paced back and forth in front of the coffee table while Seokjin and Taehyung sat side-by-side, their eyes glued to the beautiful man in front of them.

Jimin ranted about how for the first time, he felt that he was losing Taehyung. He stated how their relationship had changed so much since Seokjin had come into his Taehyungie’s life and that Jimin felt as though he had been replaced. Seokjin started to pale, and Taehyung tried to interject but Jimin held his hand up for silence and took a deep, steadying breath. He exhaled slowly and looked Seokjin dead in the eyes.

“I guess if I have to lose my Taehyungie.. at least… at least it’s to a great man like you. But there will be rules to this, after all, Taehyungie was mine first. I get first dibs on him until you two have been together for over a year, that way I have time to get used to losing him. You will have him home to me a reasonable time after dates unless he plans to stay the night with you. Protection is a MUST for your sex life, no matter how much he begs for you to go in raw and trust me, he WILL beg for it. You need to know that I, as his best friend, will always come first. Sometimes I will need to be held, sometimes kissed and Taehyung has ALWAYS filled that role. Now, since you two are in a relationship, I will not ask for sex or things like that, but the rest of it has to be fair game. And I reserve the right to add, expand or delete from these rules any time that I please. ”

Both Seokjin and Taehyung sat in shock for a few second before Taehyung yelled in happiness at Jimin’s grudging acceptance and launched himself over the coffee table to tackle his best friend to the ground, squirming all over him and leaving heavy kisses all over Jimin’s face and sputtering mouth. “I KNEW you’d start to like him Jiminie!” Taehyung had crowed happily, rubbing his nose on Jimin’s cheek as Jimin wrapped his arms around his waist tightly. “I just don’t want you to forget about me,” Jimin said sadly, and Taehyung pulled back to look at him in shock. “I would NEVER forget about you! Ever! You’re MY Jiminie and I’m YOUR Taehyungie okay?” Taehyung whispered gently to him before tipping Jimin’s chin up to kiss his lips gently. Jimin clung onto Taehyung and kissed him back for all he was worth.

Seokjin had sat back, watching their antics for a few moments before he cleared his throat, causing the younger men to remember that he was in the room with them.
“While, I am beyond happy that you’ve decided to accept me, Jimin, and I do accept your rules, I must admit that I have some rules of my own.” Both of the younger men sat up in surprise, Taehyung looking at his boyfriend in confusion while Jimin narrowed his eyes suspiciously. Seeing Jimin’s look, Seokjin let out on of his big honking laughs. “It’s nothing like that,” he stated, waving his hands.

“First, Jimin, you must start accepting the fact that I’m going to spoil you as well. If you’re in my boyfriend’s life then you’re in my life and I tend to spoil those in my life. Secondly, I do not want to hear any more apologizing or you suggesting that you’re putting me out. You could come over every single time that Tae does, and it would STILL never put me out, if my puppy is happy then I’m happy.”

Taehyung wiggled in Jimin’s arms, “Didn’t I tell you that he was great?!” he said happily.

“Thirdly, I want you to try to realize that I will never take Tae away from you and I have no intention to do so. Tae explained your relationship to me on our first date and I told him that I would accept it in all of it’s entirety and I have, I always will. You’ll find that I can be a jealous man at times, but like you, I cannot resist giving into our boy. Plus, I like you. Tae and I have even discussed you being our third.”

Jimin choked at this, thoroughly shocked at what he heard. “Y-you…you talked about what?!” Taehyung turned in lap and wrapped his arms around Jimin’s neck. “Come on, Jiminie, I love you and you love me. And I also love Jinnie, so what could be better than the three of us together? Plus,” Tae leaned in to whisper in Jimin’s ear, “You should see the size of his dick!’

“Yah! Taehyung!” Seokjin mock-yelled, his ears turning as red as Jimin’s cheeks.

Seokjin cleared his throat again, “Anyway, I know that there will be times when you and Taehyung will want the intimacy that you share, and I want you to know that I’m okay with that, truly. You give to him something that I never could. “

Jimin looked at the older man in confusion, his brow furrowing. “What can I give him that you can’t?” Jimin asked.

“You can give him yourself, your memories. You’re his safe place, Jimin, and I would never dare to take that away from him.”

~

Seokjin leaned over the couch to kiss his boyfriend on the top of the head before leaning to the side to kiss Jimin’s upturned lips in greeting.

“Jimin wants to go to the club so he can get laid by someone other than us.” Taehyung said and then started shouting as an enemy player took him out, flopping himself backwards and crossing him arms in his tantrum.

Seokjin perched on the back of the couch, loosening his tie, rand arched his eyebrow. “And? What’s wrong with that?” he asked, causing Jimin to stick his tongue out at his best friend in triumph. Taehyung twisted around, placing his hands on his boyfriend’s thigh, and pouted up at him. “It’s my night to stay innnnnnn,” he whined.

Seokjin chuckled and ruffled his hair affectionately. “Now, puppy, doesn’t Jimin share you with me?”

“Yeah…”

“Well maybe you should share Jimin with other people, yeah?”

Taehyung squinted his eyes at his boyfriend, “I DO share him with people. I share him with you several times a week!”

“That’s not the same!”

“That’s not the same!”

Both Jimin and Seokjin replied, causing Taehyung to grumble.

“C’mon Tae-Tae...” Jimin said using his cutest voice, falling to the floor on his knees in front of his friend.

“Jiminie... I really do-oohhh…” Taehyung moaned as Jimin began caressing his length through his sweat pants. Taehyung inhaled deeply as Seokjin chuckled. “That’s not fair Jiminah!”

Jimin gave his best puppy dog eyes.

“Pretty please Taehyungie?” he whispered, before lowering his lids into what the couple referred to as his “Siren Gaze”. “I’ll give you such a good blow job if you go with me…I’ll even let you fuck my face.”

“Good god,” Seokjin laughed, “If you don’t take him up on it, then I will, puppy.”

Taehyung pushed Jimin’s hands away from him and sat up, his half-hard cock visible under his pants. “Fine! You win! I’ll go!” Jimin squealed in excitement and pushed a grumbling Taehyung to the bedroom so he could pick out their clothes for the night.

“Yah! Call Jungkook and see if he can go with you!” Seokjin yelled after them, knowing that once alcohol entered their system, they could be a handful and that Jungkook was at least intimidating enough to keep the truly weird creeps away from his men.

“Anything you say beautiful!” Jimin yelled back.

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Jeong Yunho sighed heavily and removed his reading glasses to rub his eyes tiredly, a small pounding headache beginning to form in the middle of his forehead. He rubbed his thumb in circles on the bridge between his eyes, to see if he could relieve some of the tension that was beginning to set it. He had taken headache medicine as soon as he had walked through his front door, he was just waiting for it to kick in.

Yunho had gotten home from work over two hours earlier and since then, he had been sitting at the desk in his study, grading the papers that his high school students had turned in. Yunho adored teaching, it gave him a sense of accomplishment and helped him feel as though he was truly making a difference in the world. His students were bright and smart, even the ones that other teachers would label as the “troubled teens.” He had a particular fondness for the so-called problem teens and knew that there was usually a reason as to why the teenagers acted out or had attitudes and would offer his calming presence and support to any teen that came to him, whether it was school related or not. Because of Yunho’s open and friendly nature, and his calming aura, he had quickly become a school favorite since starting his job, with the kids as well as with the staff.

Yunho shook his head and stretched his arms over his head, trying to dispel the sleepiness that was beginning to overtake him. He had just placed his reading glasses back on when he heard his doorbell chime from the living room. Looking at the clock, he realized that it was almost eight at night and with a groan, pushed his tall body out of the chair in order to go to look at the door camera in the living room.

Looking at the camera screen he could see nothing except a dark brown eye with a mole underneath it, filling the screen, glaring into the camera. He laughed at his friend’s antics and pressed the speaker button so that his voice would ring out to Wooyoung in the hallway.

“Hello, can I help you?” he asked, smiling when he heard his friend huff in annoyance.

“Yunho, let us innnn,” Wooyoung whined, pulling back just enough that Yunho could see Wooyoung’s fiancé, San, and Yunho’s other friend, Yeosang standing in the background.

“I’m sorry, Yunho isn’t in right now, please leave a message.” He responded in a robotic voice, causing Yeosang to let out a deep laugh and San’s eyes to scrunch up.
Wooyoung pressed his face back against the camera and squinted his eye. “Jeong Yunho, you let us in or I swear I will bring down this stupid door!” Rumbling laughter rolled out of Yunho ad he reached down to unlock the front door. With a huff, Wooyoung flung the door open, almost hitting Yunho in the process and strutted in, San and Yeosang following dutifully behind him.

“Yunho! Good to see you!” San smiled, slapping Yunho’s broad back after Yunho closed the door behind them. Yunho smiled and pulled San into a big hug before setting his sights on Yeosang, who hated skinship the most out of all of them, but always melted into a pile of butter when his old Dom and ex-boyfriend touched him. Yeosang clung to Yunho, placing a soft kiss onto his lips before allowing himself to be pulled into one of Yunho’s large and comforting hugs. When Yeosang finally pushed away, his cheeks were pink.

Wooyoung watched all of this with a miffed expression on his face, his chin jutted out and his arms crossed defiantly over his chest . “WELL???!!!” he demanded once Yunho had released the other two, which, to Wooyoung, felt like it had taken ages. He was sure he had turned into an old man while waiting for Yunho to show him some attention. Yunho had immediately noticed his friend’s newly done, bright red hair on the camera but knowing that Wooyoung was looking for validation for his hair, he cheekily decided to refrain from giving it.

“Well what?” he asked with faux curiosity, tilting his head like the puppy that his friend group always referred to him as.

“Well what? WELL WHAT?” Wooyoung gasped, horrified. “How could you not notice my glorious locks??’ Wooyoung tossed his head back, a sorrowful look on his face.

San snickered out loud, causing his boyfriend to turn a glare on him.

“You just shut it! I’m already mad at you!” Wooyoung told him sternly, shaking a finger in his direction, which made San grin so big that his adorable dimples popped out.

“Now why exactly is my best friend mad at you Sannie?” Yunho asked, smiling widely, knowing full well that it was probably Wooyoung’s own doing.

~

Yunho had met San through the BDSM scene, which is not a way that he ever thought that he would have made a new friend. Both men were new Doms, new to the life, and had become members and employees of the Club Aurora at the same time, even signing their contracts while sitting beside each other.

Club Aurora was the top BDSM club around these days. It was owned by a man named Min Yoongi and his boyfriend and life partner, Han Jisung. The club was very selective of who was let in, and thus, it had become one of the hardest clubs to become a member of, and one of the most highly sought after clubs to become a member of. The club owners personally vetted every application for a new member. In order to even be considered, you had to agree to a thorough background check as well as a physical. Yoongi said that the last club he was a member of had become lax about the safety of their members and he witnessed many people getting hurt or traumatized. He swore that he would do his damndest to never let that happen at his club. The contract for members even had a clause stating that you would have a monthly STD check and the results had to be sent to the club in order for your membership to continue.

Yunho had met Yoongi at a Bar Winnow, where he would bartend on the weekends to help bring in extra money that his college scholarships didn’t cover. After quitting the BDSM club, Yoongi taken to having drinks at Bar Winnow. It was not long before he had become a regular at the bar. Sitting at the bar, he and Yunho would chat about random things, sometimes delving into heavier topics once the night started to become late. It was only a few months later that the two began to become close friends. The two men would often grab dinner together or hang out in Yoongi’s recording studio, where he first met Yoongi’s boyfriend, Han Jisung.

“Call me Han or Hannie,” the younger man had said when first making Yunho’s acquaintance, shaking his hand firmly, a bright smile on his face. “Yoongles has told me a lot about you, I was almost jealous and now that I see you, I KNOW to be jealous,” he laughed, making Yunho feel instantly at ease.

When Yoongi first mentioned creating Club Aurora, they were sitting on Yoongi’s balcony, drinking late into the night. Yunho had found himself entirely intrigued and if he were to be honest…a little intimidated. He knew that Yoongi used to be into the BDSM scene as another club’s top Dom, but several bad experiences with how the club was ran had left Yoongi with an awful taste in his mouth. Yoongi had finished off the contract he had with the two Subs he was with and then backed out in a way that could only be described as a “fiery epithet.” Since that time, Yoongi had not been interested in engaging in BDSM, at least to Yunho’s knowledge.

“How would you feel if I began training you to be a Dom?” Yoongi has asked after a few minutes of brooding silence, swirling his snifter of brandy. Yunho had almost dropped the glass he was holding in his hand.

“W-what??” He had stuttered as Yoongi looked up at him across the table, smirking.

“I said… How would you feel if I began training you as a Dom? You’d be a good one, a trustworthy one and I know that it interests you.”

Yunho had swallowed thickly and sat the glass he was holding down on the table. “I don’t know Min... that’s kind of a big deal, right?”

Yoongi had sat his glass down on the bar and leveled a serious look at Yunho. “It’s actually a very big deal. It’s one of the biggest things I could ever offer you. My club is going to be run with integrity, trust, and responsibility. I need Doms I can trust in the place when I open it. Ones that can help to teach other people in the community. From our past talks, I gather that you are interested in in such a role. I’ve come to respect you as a human being, as a friend and I would love for you to come work for me. I’ve already discussed it with Han, and he thinks it’s a wonderful idea.”

Yunho crossed his arms, biting his lip in deep thought.

“Look, “Yoongi said, raising his hands, “At least think about it? I’ll send you some learning materials and after you’ve read through everything, we can discuss this again. Hell,” Yoongi said with a smirk, “If anything, you can at least be my bartender and help with security.”

It didn’t take long for Yunho to completely devour everything that Yoongi had sent him on BDSM. The more he read, the more a part of him hungered to try it out. He had participated in rough sex several times, on both the giving and receiving end, but it was nothing compared to what could be had between a Dom and a Sub. Yunho had always loved helping people and knowing that he would be able to help someone escape from themselves and take care of them afterward… it was something that sang to his soul. He could almost hear the universe saying, “This is what you’ve been missing.”

“I’ll do it.” Yunho said as soon as Yoongi answered the face time call. Yoongi didn’t get a word in before Han’s face shoved into view, pushing his boyfriend back. “Hey man! What are you doing? At this hour? At midnight? Are you trying to steal my man?” Han teased. Yoongi smacked his boyfriend playfully on the back of the head and jerked his phone back to himself.

“Love, Yunho is just calling to say that he decided to go through with the training, right Yunho?” he asked, turning his attention back to the screen.

Yunho went to nod but before he could, Han jerked Yoongi’s phone out of the older man’s hand again. “I told Yoongles not to worry about it, I mean OBVIOUSLY you’re made for it. Just like San!” Jisung nodded his head enthusiastically before yelping as his boyfriend grabbed him by the nape of his neck with one hand and tilted his chin up and towards him with his other hand.

“Darling, behave,” was all Yoongi said, effectively turning Jisung into a blushing, squirming mess who relinquished his grasp on the phone immediately.

“Wait, who is San?” Yunho asked, intrigued by this new development.

“He’s another friend of mine that I feel like would do very well in the scene. Actually, I’m having coffee with him tomorrow at the Elle’s Cafe. Why don’t you join us? It’ll be good to be able to talk to you both about this, then I can answer both of your questions at once. It even might help for you two to be able to bounce thoughts and opinions off of one another”

Yunho had agreed and the next day he met with San and Yoongi, a little stunned at how handsome the other man was, all dark hair, sharp bones and muscles. After a few hours of lengthy discussions, three cups of coffee and a piece of cake each, the two younger men decided that it was definitely something that they both wanted to look into. Throughout their talk, Yunho had discovered that San had a boyfriend, Wooyoung, who had immediately said yes to San exploring that side of himself.

“Wooyoung is the very definition of a brat.” San had said laughing, his eyes crinkling up sweetly and his dimples showing. “There are a lot of times that he acts out just so I will take control of him, so when Min first approached us about this, Wooyoung shouted yes before I could even process what was being said.”

“He LITERALLY shouted yes, by the way,” Yoongi explained to Yunho, as Yunho let out a grin at San shaking his head in faux frustration.

Afterwards, Yoongi had contacted a few people that could set up classes, lessons, and sessions for the two men, stating that if they wanted to work for Aurora then they needed to be trained in the right way to do things and the right way to treat people, no matter what role that person played in the community. For a few of the classes, Yoongi took over himself, showing different ways to take care of a sub/brat, with Jisung being more than willing to show off his bratty side for an audience. It amazed Yunho how Jisung could go from his shy and precious self to being a complete menace on stage, doing everything in his power to get Yoongi to snap, falling into euphoric bliss whenever he was punished by his Dom. San and Yunho had both trained for the year leading up to the opening of Aurora, and even after Aurora opened, Yoongi still kept them on probation, just to make sure that they were doing well.

During the year leading up to the opening, Yunho had become almost inseparable with San and his boyfriend Wooyoung. The two had invited Yunho over to their apartment for dinner one night, Wooyoung demanding to meet San’s future coworker. Yunho had taken one step into their apartment before a human shaped ball of pure energy and a witchy cackle, latched onto his side and refused let go for the entire night. Yunho was unsure of what to think of such a display of affection and was half-worried that San would be upset. But San had just ruffled his boyfriend’s hair and smiled at Yunho.

“I told you he was a handful,” he had said, causing Wooyoung to pout.

The three had become best friends quickly, sharing their hearts with each other easily. Yunho had never had friends that had made him feel so instantly at ease.
It was apparent from early on that San thrived in the Dominant role, much to the delight of the bratty but lovable Wooyoung. San trained and studied meticulously to be able to help others along their path and eventually became one of Aurora’s top Doms. San even began doing stage demonstrations with Wooyoung once they both became comfortable with Wooyoung’s exhibitionist side. The couple quickly became a stage favorite in the new club, often having others seek them out for lessons, for scenes or sometimes just for pleasure. San would politely refuse to participate in scenes or pleasure that didn’t solely involve Wooyoung, but he was perfectly fine with Wooyoung doing scenes with others. Yunho, being a serial monogamous himself, once asked San how he was okay with Wooyoung doing that. San had looked over at his boyfriend who was face down and ass up in a scene area, skin splotchy pink from being lashes with a flogger and he smiled lovingly.

“Wooyoung has always had a big heart and a big sexual appetite. While he is more than enough for me, no matter where we are, I would never prevent him from seeking pleasure or knowledge here in the safety of the club. Besides, once we walk out of these doors, he solely belongs to me.”

Yunho was unsure at first until he saw what San meant. Wooyoung had spent most of the night in a scene with another Dom, that he would frequently have scenes with, cumming multiple times to the point that he was sobbing, and clinging to the Dom during his aftercare when he became floaty. But the second that aftercare was over, Wooyoung had walked over where San, Yunho and Yoongi had been sitting, and curled tightly into his boyfriend’s waiting arms. San held him gently, pressing soft kisses all of his face and whispering sweet things to the man as he wiggled and sighed contentedly in his arms. It didn’t take long before the Dom from the scene had approached the couple, asking Wooyoung if he would like to go on a date or something outside of the club sometime. Wooyoung didn’t even hesitate before firmly shaking his head no.

“Shownu, I LOVE our scenes together but…” He looked up adoringly into San’s eyes, “I would never go on a date with someone that wasn’t me true love.” Wooyoung leaned up and kissed San gently but firmly, his eyes full of stars. “My soulmate is the only one that will ever have me outside of these walls.”

Yunho found a sense of belonging in the community that he had never known before. It was a place where he could be with his closest friends and feel wholly accepted for who and what he was. For a while, he was happy with the Dom lifestyle, even starting a contract with a Sub who was new to scene, Yeosang, who , it turns out, had been a friend of Wooyoung’s since childhood.

Wooyoung had bound into the club one night, pulling a very scared looking blonde behind him. Wooyoung bounded up to the table that the group always sat at and introduced his best friend with a flourish.

“Thhhiiisssss is my Yeosangie!” he announced loudly, a blush stealing over Yeosang’s neck and ears. “He’s new so I need you all to be nice! And don’t do anything to scare him!” he said, squinting his eyes over at an intrigued looking Han. Han sat back petulantly.

“I didn’t even do anything!”

“No, but you might!” Wooyoung bickered back. Yoongi rubbed the back of Han’s neck soothingly and the younger man melted instantly.

Yeosang had sat down on the side of the couch, glancing at Yunho quickly when introductions were made and then looking away just as quickly, stuttering as he said hello. San and Yoongi shared a smirk as Yunho, oblivious to the fact that Yeosang was nervous because of him, offered to get the man a bottle of water.

Wooyoung and San had excused themselves to go perform a demonstration while Yoongi and Han left to go make the rounds and check on everyone, leaving Yeosang along with Yunho. Yunho smiled disarmingly and began asking Yeosang questions about himself and sharing funny stories about his own life. By the end of the night, Yeosang had relaxed fully and the two were quickly becoming enamored with each other.

Yeosang approached Yunho one night as Yunho sat at the bar talking to the bartender, Changkyun. Yeosang didn’t give Yunho a chance to say anything before he bowed his head and took Yunho’s hand into his. “Hyung… I was… I want to… WILL YOU BE MY DOM?” the young man had stuttered out. Yunho, shocked but delighted that not only had Yeosang finally asked, but that he put his aversion to be touched aside. Yunho swept a piece of hair behind Yeosang’s ear and nodded.

“I would be honored to, Yeosangie.”

The contract was very fulfilling for both participants. Yeosang, who shied away from being touched, was actually very touched starved but didn’t know how to let go enough to allow himself to be taken care of. He needed someone to get him out of his head to where he could relax, someone that he could trust. Yunho, whose deepest wish was to take care of people, found himself becoming head-over-heels with the younger man and sought to be the best Dom that he possibly could for him.

After their contract was up, they decided not to renew it again because both men had developed feelings for one another and wanted the ability to explore those feelings outside of a club contract. Yunho and Yeosang dated for a little over a year before mutually calling off the relationship, due to the stress of finishing their college degrees, Yunho going into Education and Yeosang going into Environmental Protection. The two men remained amazing friends and continued to occasionally hook-up, off and on. Yunho even continued to Dom for Yeosang inside of the club until Yeosang started dating his current boyfriend, Park Seonghwa, who was a top Sadist at the club.

The match between the two had come as a shock to everyone. Yeosang explained, when he had a deep talk with Yunho one night, that thanks to Yunho, he was finally able to open up to other people, emotionally and physically. While knowing that Seonghwa was a great man, Yunho was still worried that Yeosang would be in over his head, to the point that he took Seonghwa out for a drink one night to talk seriously about the situation. Seonghwa assured Yunho that he had nothing but adoration and the best intentions for the younger man and that he would never push Yeosang into anything that he was not comfortable with.

Yunho had seen Seonghwa in action at the club and knew that the man would be able to take Yeosang to heights that, even he, would not have been able to, if Yeosang wanted him to. Yunho felt no sadness in the ending of the physical part of their friendship, only happiness for his good friend, especially once he saw how wonderfully Seonghwa treated Yeosang in their daily lives. While Yeosang had become free when he was with Yunho, with Seonghwa, Yeosang absolutely blossomed. While Seonghwa could be a very intimidating demon during a scene, all long golden limbs with a dick to match, in their daily lives he went above and beyond to show Yeosang love, comfort and adoration.

After a few years in the scene life, Yunho had found himself becoming more and more interested in finding someone he really wanted to be with, someone he could be with outside of the club, causing him to want to step back from doing scenes. While Yunho still enjoyed helping people, he found himself no longer getting what he needed from the scenes, often feeling as though something vital was lacking. Yunho finally discussed the way he was feeling with Yoongi and Yoongi suggested that Yunho take him up on the bartending and security offer. Yunho thought about it for a few weeks before coming to his decision. While he didn’t want to give up the dynamic entirely, he realized that he did need a break from it. He decided to agree to the bartending and security position and found himself to be perfectly happy just doing that.

~

San smirked in Wooyoung’s direction, seeing his boyfriend’s cheeks turning almost as red as his head.

“Welll…” San started, crossing his arms over his chest and fixing his, now squirming, boyfriend with a smirk. “Before our outing tonight Wooyoung said he wanted to be fucked. I told him to wait until after we got home tonight. Instead, he decided to act out and give me a blow job in the shower, thinking that it would get me to give in. Instead, I came all over that beautiful face and refused to allow him to touch himself for not only the rest of the night but for all of tomorrow as well. Isn’t that right, my love?” San asked, wrapping an arm around Wooyoung’s shoulders and popping a kiss onto his temple.

Wooyoung looked at the floor in silence for a split second before he looked back up, eyes full of fire.

“IF YOU WOULD HAVE JUST GIVEN ME YOUR PUNY DICK THEN I WOULDN’T HAVE HAD TO DO THAT!” Wooyoung yelled, causing San’s head to fly back as his entire body shook with laughter.

Yunho, laughing, leaned forward and ruffled Wooyoung’s bright hair. “You know you can come to me, and I’ll treat you right, yeah?” he teased.

Wooyoung nodded up at him, puppy eyes on full display and his lower lip jutting out, taking Yunho’s big hand in between his.

“Hyung…. Does that mean you’ll come dancing with up tonight?” Wooyoung said innocently, sneaking in the real reason for their impromptu visit.

Yunho rolled his eyes. “I should have known you were wanting something, instead of just coming to see your friend.”

“You really haven’t been out with us in a long time, bro.” San spoke, sticking up for his beloved.

Yunho closed his eyes against the big-eyed assault that they were both giving him.

“Guys… I don’t know about tonight; it’s been a long week…”

Yeosang grabbed Yunho’s arm forcefully, stopping his rebuttal and started dragging him to Yunho’s bedroom, much to the amusement of the couple.
“W-what are you doing!?”

“You haven’t been out with us in forever, I’m putting my foot down and not letting you scramble out of it this time. So go on, go shower and change!”

Yunho ran his fingers through his blonde hair and chuckled and he let himself be led down the hallway. “You’ve gotten way too comfortable bossing people around. I think that Park bastard is having a bad influence on our innocent Yeo.”

Yeosang just winked and blew him a kiss before shoving him into the bedroom, “Oh baby, you have no idea.”

~

Wooyoung held both Yeosang and Yunho’s arms tightly, happily chattering away, as they walked into the dance club with San bringing up the rear, watching his boyfriend endearingly. After making their way into the club’s largest room, Wooyoung immediately pulled a refusing Yeosang onto the dance floor. San and Yunho made their way to the bar and Yunho ordered a rum and coke for both of them. They sipped their drinks and watched over the people on the dance floor before San turned to him with a serious look on his handsome face.

“Thanks for agreeing to come out tonight Hyung,” San said seriously, “Woo has been missing you a lot lately. We all have really.”

“I see you guys every week at Aurora.” Yunho laughed.

“Yeah… but that’s not the same as spending time together outside of Aurora. We have missed seeing you outside of work. We miss spending time with you.”

“Why San, I didn’t know you cared about me that way,” Yunho teased with a wink.

San smiled and took a sip of his drink, flirting over the rim of his glass.

“Hyung, we would sandwich you in between us in a heartbeat if you would let us.” San laughed as Yunho choked on his drink, spluttering.

“Goddamn you Choi San,” Yunho wheezed out as San patted him on the back.

“What? You know it’s true! Woo talks about wanting you to Dom him all the time. And I’m just saying…maybe you should think about it, it’s pretty fun getting that brat under control.”

Yunho smiled at San’s overly exaggerated wink.

“I don’t know if the two of us together would even be enough to fully train him.”

San nodded thoughtfully at that, “Yeah…You’re probably right.” He said before glancing at the dance floor again, immediately zeroing in on the bright red hair that was easily seen in the dim lighting. “But god, does he make every single second worth it.”

Yunho looked down into his drink when he noticed his friend’s face that was so full of such a fierce love. A part of Yunho’s heart squeezed, desperately wanting something like that for himself, but not knowing if he would ever be lucky to get something like that. A love like Woosan had was something that only came around one in a lifetime.

Yunho was jerked out of his depressive thoughts by a flushed and giggling Yeosang crashing into him. He wrapped his arms around the shorter man and pressed a kiss to his sweaty forehead. “Come on, come dance with us.” The shorter man’s deep voice rumbled out in a plea, San already making his way to the dance floor to where his boyfriend was trying and failing to twerk. Yunho, ready to get out of his head, knocked back his drink and joined his friends on the dance floor.

“FINALLY!” Wooyoung exclaimed as he saw Yeosang pulling Yunho onto the floor. Wooyoung pushed a pouting San into Yeosang and grabbed Yunho for himself. “It’s my time with tis tall piece of man,” he cackled.

“Careful sweetheart, San told me all about your plans to have me between you.”

Wooyoung cackled delightedly and let Yunho twirl him around and around.

~

Yunho had been out on the dance floor for almost an hour before he was able to convince Wooyoung that it was time for all of the to take a break and hydrate. Wooyoung only agreed because San promised to let Wooyoung grind on Yunho for the first dirty song that played when they went back to dancing. The foursome gathered around a table, drinks in hand, laughing and catching up with each other like they hadn’t just been at Aurora together the week before, a cocoon of happiness surrounding them.

A blushing Yeosang talk about the latest romantic date that Seonghwa had taken him. Seonghwa had apparently planned a midnight picnic under the stars, with candles and wine, finally confessing his love for his boyfriend. Wooyoung squealed, bouncing up and down on his chair, happiness for his friend bubbling over.

San leaned forward to pet Yeosang’s head, “Good job bagging THE hottest topic at Aurora.”

Yeosang blushed and looked at Yunho with a nervous look on his face, he had been a little worried about telling Yunho how deeply he had fallen for Seonghwa. Yunho grasped Yeosang’s cheeks and pulled him in for a delicate kiss. “I’m so happy for you and so proud of you Yeo,” he said to the man. Yeosang smiled thankfully and kissed him once more.

“Thank you for everything you’ve done for me.”

Wooyoung disappeared for a few minutes after that, only to return with a round of jello shots.

“To love!” he shouted and raised his own in the air.

“To shots!” the rest responded, grabbing theirs as well.

The conversations turned back to normal, and Yunho glanced towards the dance floor, locked eyes with the most beautiful human being that he had seen in his entire life. Dark and sultry siren eyes looked back at him and only him. The blonde man who possessed the eyes of a siren threw his head back in what looked like ecstasy as brunette man ground up behind him and reached around to pinch a pert nipple through the siren-eyed man’s silk shirt.

Yunho’s throat tightened and he felt blood rush to his cock as the blonde lowered his head and opened his eyes to stare directly at him again. Yunho, enraptured, watched as a small pink tongue darted out and ran across a plump bottom lip, a smirk settling into place.

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Jimin and Taehyung, both dressed to kill, entered the nightclub, clinging to each other’s arms and laughing. Taehyung had finally gotten over his desire to stay in and was shining his beautiful boxy smile once again. It didn’t take the two men long to find their younger friend Jungkook in the crowded club. Jungkook was sitting on a stool at the bar with a drink already in his tattooed hand, scrolling through TikTok on his phone, a bored expression on his face.

“God, he looks good tonight,” whined Jimin as he took in Jungkook’s long hair that he had started growing out, it was to the point that it was curling up underneath his ears. Jungkook looked over and noticed them coming his way, his whole face lighting up. Jungkook smiled a big bunny smile at them and waved affectionately before eyeing Jimin up and down like he was a snack. Jimin had taken his time getting dressed that night, finally settling on his blue silk shirt, black tight jeans, and black Chelsea boots, and felt pleased that Jungkook how noticed how good he looked as well.

Taehyung looked at his best friend and scoffed, rolling his eyes. “You DO know that he’s been trying to woo you for over a year now, right??”

Jimin sniffed and raised his chin, looking offended. He pulled his silk shirt down over his front a little more as it had risen up on his hips. “Yes, I am well aware. But you and I both know that being with JK means BEING with JK. He’s not a one-night fling type of guy.”

“And would that be so terrible, really? A relationship with JK?” Taehyung asked as he grabbed Jimin’s arm and pulled him to the side to keep him from being ran over by someone barreling towards the dance floor. Taehyung glared at the back of the loud man with the bright red hair who was pulling a shy looking blonde with him.

“Thanks,” Jimin said after he was moved into the line of safety, kissing Taehyung on the cheek, and lacing their fingers together. Jimin sighed, “No, it wouldn’t be bad but…”

Tae looked at his friend in understanding, “I get it Jiminie, I know that relationships still kind of freak you out. It’s okay.” Taehyung smiled down at him. “But maybe you can talk him into at least showing it to you,” he said, wiggling his eyebrows mischievously.

Jimin threw back his head in laughter, almost falling over. Taehyung just winked and then proceeded to pull Jimin along to the bar.

Jungkook stood up from his barstool when they approached and pulled both of the older men into his strong arms for a hug. “Hey guys! Right on time!”

“Hey Kookie, TaeTae wants to see your dick.” Jimin said by way of greeting, standing on his toes to press a kiss onto Jungkook’s rapidly turning rosy cheeks.

Taehyung shrugged his shoulders and punched Jungkook’s arm lightly. “I mean, if that’s cool with you, bro, you can draw your pants right here.”

Jungkook looked back and forth between them before laughing and shaking his head. “I can tell that tonight is going to be a long night watching after you two.”

Jimin slid onto Jungkook’s vacated bar stool and crossed his legs, blinking his eyes flirtatiously at the younger man, “Then I guess you better get started on the drinks, our sweet little Jungkookie.”

Two drinks later and Jimin was tired of talking, he was ready to get onto the dance floor and let loose. He needed to move, to get the blood flowing. He waved his ring-bedecked hands in front of the other men’s face, interrupting their conversation about Jungkook’s new boxing trainer.

“I didn’t come to this place to just to sit here and listen to you to tell boring stories all night!” he pouted, sticking out his lower lip. Both Jungkook’s and Taehyung’s eyes zeroed in on his pink, plumps lips and Jungkook nervously tongued his lip ring while Taehyung smirked, cocking his head to the side.

“And what do we get if we go dancing with you? Hmm?” Taehyung teased. “That’s a lot of work to put in with no payout.”

“Well, YOU are already getting a blow job when we get back to your place tonight, so I don’t want to hear it.”

“Hmm…” Taehyung looked upward in thought, nodding his head slowly. “True... that’s true. So, I guess that just leaves what our Jungkookie wants.” Taehyung slung his arm around Jungkook’s broad shoulders. “So, Kook... what can our sweet Jiminie give you so that you will go dancing with us?”
Jungkook’s eyes had already lowered to Jimin’s mouth at the mention of the blow job he was giving Taehyung but on hearing Taehyung’s words, they widened in panic. He started stuttering, much to both Jimin and Taehyung’s amusement.

“Now you two know that you really shouldn’t tease our Bun like that. I know he looks mean and scary but he’s as innocent as a babe.”

All three men’s heads whipped around to see their other friend Hoseok, who also owned the club that they were currently in, approaching with a large grin on his face. “Hobi!” Jimin squealed in excitement, always happy to see the man that rained sunshine down on others simply by existing. Jimin leapt from his stool to throw himself into Hoseok’s waiting arms, squeezing as tightly as he could.

“Hey JimJam.” The man said laughing, his wide smile plastered onto his lean and pretty face. “I didn’t know you guys were going to be here tonight. You should have called me! I would have saved my best VIP table for you fools,” he tsk’d.

“I mean…we wouldn’t say no if you’re offering,” Taehyung said grinning and rubbed his hands together mischievously.

“Oh, I am very WELL aware that you would never say no to VIP treatment Tae.” Hoseok laughed and leaned forward to tell his bartender to send another round of their drinks to the main VIP table.

Hoseok locked his arm through Taehyung’s and started walking towards the VIP section. “I always knew you were the man for me,” Taehyung flirted, nuzzling onto Hoseok’s side they walked across the bar. Jimin looked at Jungkook and smiled sweetly, holding his hand out to the younger man. Jungkook laced their fingers together, a flutter in his chest and they followed after their friends.

~

Jimin and Taehyung had met Hoseok in college. While Jimin was in college for design, he got into the arts college with a scholarship for modern dance. Jimin had been dancing for las long as he could remember, it was as much a part of him as breathing was. It was during his first month of college that Jimin had gone to one of the studios to practice when he happened upon a hip-hop class being taught by a student teacher, Jung Hoseok. He was instantly entranced with how Hoseok’s body was able to move so freely. Eventually, Jimin and Hoseok started running into each other more and more often at the studios, occasionally talking when they would pass each other in the hallways.
Jimin had been having difficulty perfecting how his body needed to move around one particular dance move when Hoseok stepped in, offering his advice. The two had hit it off as friends especially once Jimin had introduced Taehyung to the older man. Taehyung and Hoseok fell quickly into the older brother-younger brother dynamic.
Hoseok, like Jimin, had gotten into the college with dancing, but making music was his true passion. The student teacher job allowed Hoseok to be able to slowly buy recording equipment, one little bit at a time. Hoseok started making a name for himself in the underground rap scene, which help to skyrocket his career and not only a rapper and singer, but also as a music producer.

The next few years had seen Hoseok’s music company grow and expand beyond what, even he had thought possible. Now being the owner of his production company, he officially owned his own record label and had begun to sign artists on underneath him.

While working in music was Hoseok’s calling and it never failed to make him happy, and he did do very well for himself, he always said that he wanted something that would be a little more fun. So, when he decided that he wanted to open a club, his friends were in full support of it. It didn’t really come as a shock to anyone, and no one was surprised when the club became such a success. Hoseok’s sense of style, fashion, taste in alcohol as well as his music degree, all came together to form a stunning and fabulous club. Although Taehyung would often tease him that the club wouldn’t have survived without his own artistic input, not that Hoseok had ever actually asked him for his input.

Jimin, Taehyung, and Seokjin had been the first three to be invited to the opening night of the club. The opening night was a small group of Hoseok’s most trusted friends and a few trusted media sources. Jimin and Taehyung had spent the night celebrating with Hoseok and the other guests, though Jin had to show up late due to having a very big court case that he had been going over with his partners at the firm. Seokjin had walked in, still in his work suit and Taehyung had immediately jumped all over his boyfriend.
“I love a man in an Armani suit.” He winked at his love, before dragging him to the dance floor where Jimin was dancing alone.

Jimin had been leaning against the elegant bar, taking a rest from being sandwiched in between Taehyung and Seokjin on the dance floor. The extra body heat had him breaking into a light sweat and he the more overheated he became, the more claustrophobic is was began to feel. He finally made his escape from his Taehyungie’s clingy hands by Seokjin spinning Taehyung away and playfully yelling for Jimin to make a run for it while he had the chance.

Jimin had just gotten through chugging a full bottle of water when a large, tattooed hand was placed down beside him on the bar top. Looking over, Jimin noticed that the stranger was quite a bit taller than he was and that his side profile was stunning. Jimin looked him up and down and saw that the man was dressed in almost all black. Between his sleeve of tattoos and his lip ring, he almost looked like some kind of a biker. Bikers were not really Jimin’s type but he ad to admit that the man was hella cute.

The man turned his head in Jimin direction, a smile on his face that made Jimin think of an cute little bunny rabbit. The second the man’s eyes locked onto Jimin, he completely froze in his movements, his doe eyes growing even more round.

“Um… hi… I’m Jimin... and you are?” Jimin asked with one eyebrow arched, finding the man’s spacey look to be unbelievably adorable.

“I..I.. u-um…I…” the man stuttered, a deep blush overtaking his cheeks.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t get that. Who are you?” Jimin said teasingly, his eyes crinkling up into their half-moon smile. ‘Okay, okay, he’s way more adorable than I thought he was going to be,’ Jimin thought to himself.

“JK! You made it!” Hoseok yelled, walking up and slapping the stranger hard on the back. “Ah, I see you met Jimin! This is one of my friends that I’ve been wanting to introduce you to.”

Jimin looked back and forth between the men, a smile lighting up his face. “This is THE Jungkook? Oh my god! Hobi has told us so much about you!” he exclaimed, while grabbing Jungkook’s hand in his and shaking it enthusiastically. “He let us listen to the song that you recently worked on together and OH MY GOD YOU’RE VOICE IS AMAZING!” Jimin couldn’t help himself from fanboying a little bit. Jimin couldn’t believe his hears when he heard Jungkook’s voice. “He sounds like an angel,” he had told Hoseok that day.

Hoseok’s eyes went back and forth between Jimin’s delighted face and Jungkook’s beet-red one. ‘Hmm… interesting.’

“T-thank y-you.” Jungkook stuttered out, his heart beating fast from the feeling of Jimin’s small hands holding his.

“I have an idea…” Hoseok said smiling wickedly. “JK, why don’t you take Jimin to the dance floor? I think it’d be good for you to have some fun tonight.” Hoseok knew that Jungkook hated dancing in public and would adamantly refuse to dance with anyone except for someone that he was interested in.
Jungkook’s eyes narrowed on Hoseok, realizing what his friend was up to, before a hesitant look overtook his features. Jimin, however, clapped his hands together in happiness, bouncing up and down on the toes of his feet.

“Oh yes! Come on Jungkook, I love this song! Plus, you’ll save me from being squished between my best friend and his boyfriend again.”

Hoseok laughed and watched over his glasses as his best friend was pulled onto the dance floor, his face already showing how helpless he was against the blonde’s bubbly charms.

Jimin had spent the majority of the night in Jungkook’s arms, whether they were dancing, standing at the bar or even sitting in one of the VIP lounges. Jungkook’s hand didn’t leave Jimin’s body for more than a few minutes at a time. Jimin, drunk and giggly, declared to the group that Jungkook was, officially, the cutest thing that he had ever seen and even kept cooing every time that Jungkook would blush or stutter.

Jimin had already known all about Jungkook from the many times that Hoseok had talked about his best friend. Jungkook and Hoseok had met through the music underground rap scene when they were Jungkook younger. Jungkook had showed up at one of the battles, sneaking in since he was underage. Hoseok had taken Jungkook under his protective wing and began looking out for the younger man, showing him the ins and outs and what he knew.

During Jungkook’s last year of high school, he had been gone overseas with his family due to his father’s job being relocated to the US. Jungkook and Hoseok’s friendship never wavered, both keeping close tabs on the other as the years passed by. Hoseok had eventually been able to convince Jungkook to come back to Korea to work on his music there, underneath Hoseok’s label. Following his best friend's advice, he finally took the plunge and moved back. Since he had been back, Hoseok had been begging him to meet with his friends from college, yet the timing had just never worked out before.

Hoseok finally started shooing his guests out of the club around 4 in the morning, two hours after the club was actually supposed to have been closed for the night. Jimin had helped carry a drunk and exhausted Taehyung to their car where Seokjin had asked Jimin if he wanted to come home with them, but all Jimin could think about was showering and getting to bed. Seokjin had asked if Jimin at least wanted a ride home, but Jimin shook his head, knowing that they lived in two completely opposite directions.

“Go ahead and get TaeTae in bed, I’ll be okay Jinnie.”

“I’ll wait until your Uber gets here at least,” Seokjin had said protectively while looking at Taehyung who was already dead asleep in the passenger side of the car.

“Actually…” came Jungkook’s hesitant voice, “if Jimin’s okay with it… I can give him a ride home… I really don’t mind.”

Jimin had looked at the younger man who had followed him out of the club and grinned. “I would like that, thank you.”

Seokjin slightly frowned at Jimin, his eyebrows lowering, since they didn’t know the young man very well aside from what Hoseok had said about him. “Are you sure? We could just as easily give you a ride home.”

Before Jimin could speak, Taehyung’s voice rang out through the air, “Baaaabe, let Jiminie get his booty licked by someone other than you,” he whined, having rolled down the passenger window to see what was taking so long after waking up.

Jimin laughed out loud as Seokjin rolled his eyes. “Yah! Taehyung! Go to sleep! This doesn’t concern you!”

Since Jungkook hadn’t been drinking, he had no issue driving his motorcycle. Jimin had cracked up when seeing the motorcycle. “I knew I pegged you as a biker,” he laughed. Jungkook just smirked in his direction.

“How would you like to feel some real power between your legs?” Jungkook said saucily with a wink.

Jimin looked at him with wide eyes. ‘Maybe I could be into bikers after all,’ he thought.

He let Jimin borrow his helmet and even took off his jacket to put in on Jimin against the cold that was permeating the air. Jimin tried to resist saying that Jungkook would need the jacket more since he was in front but Jungkook refused to hear it, waving away Jimin’s concerns.

“I normally start warm when riding my bike anyway unless it’s fall or winter. I’d hate for you to get cold, Jiminie,” he said shyly, lifting a long leg over his bike before reaching his gloved hand out to Jimin.

Jimin had grinned wide as he took Jungkook’s hand and straddle the seat behind the bigger man. Jimin wrapped his arms tightly around Jungkook’s waist, laying his head against Jungkook’s back as they raced through Seoul to Jimin’s apartment. The purr of the motorcycle underneath him mixed with the subtle smell of Jungkook’s cologne and the mix of the two were definitely doing something for him. He found himself picturing Jungkook fucking him over the motorcycle roughly, causing him spilling out over the seat.
By the time they got to his door, Jimin had imagined at least four different positions that Jungkook could use the motorcycle to his advantage. Jimin couldn’t wait to get Jungkook inside of the apartment, strip is body of those heavy black clothes, and ride him until after the sun was high in the sky.

Reaching Jimin’s door, Jungkook shuffled awkwardly from foot to foot, his cute nose scrunching up with his nervous bunny smile. Jimin, still a little tipsy and now, thanks to his imagination, extremely horny, grabbed Jungkook’s arm and pulled him in.

Jimin stared longingly at Jungkook’s lips and whispered, “Kiss me Kookie.”

Jungkook’s tongue licked his tongue ring nervously before dipping his head and slanting his lips gently over Jimin’s. Jimin’s hands came up and ran through Jungkook’s hair as he cupped Jimin’s cheek, nipping his bottom lip gently, kissing the older man’s full lips softly and sweetly before slightly pulling back.

“Jimin... I can’t come in. I’m sorry…”

Jimin’s eyes snapped open at his words, reality washing away the last bit of tipsiness that was clinging on. He suddenly began to feel foolish. ‘Just because someone gives you a ride home, doesn’t mean they want to fuck you, stupid!’ he mentally berated himself, pulling back from Jungkook’s hands.

“Oh... I… I understand. I’m sorry JK.” Jimin apologized, performing a small now and then straightening up to run a hand though his hair. Squaring his shoulders he said, “I’ll see you at the club another time, I’m sure,” before turning his back to the younger man, getting his door key out of his pocket.

Jungkook, seeing the shift in Jimin, knew he had to explain before he ruined everything. Reaching out, he gently placed a hand on the man’s shoulder, causing Jimin to freeze with his key in the lock.

“No! It’s… it’s not that... not that I don’t want to... I mean, oh god, do I want to…” he groaned.

Jimin turned his face to the younger man and a small smile formed on his lips, “Yeah?”

Jungkook nodded his head quickly.

“Trust me, Right now… I would love nothing more than that. I just... I can’t… unless I’m in a relationship with someone. I’m sorry I know that’s lame...” he trailed off, letting out a huff of breath and scratching the back of his neck.

Jimin’s eyes widened and he turned to the boy who was looking very upset with himself.

“Kookie, it’s not lame at all. I’m the one that should be sorry. I just assumed…well…it doesn’t matter what I assumed. But you’re not lame. I think you’re really cool, actually.” Jimin smiled his moon-eyed smile.

Jungkook ran a hand through his hair, letting out another nervous breath. “I’m glad you think so. I really didn’t want to mess anything up.”

Jimin looked down at the floor, a smile hinting on his lips as Jungkook figured out his next words.

“I was um… I was wondering... would you like to go out... with me... sometime? Like on a date?”

Jimin’s eyes widened and a slightly panicked looked stole over his face.

“I’m sorry. I don’t... I don’t date. Like, I don’t go on dates….ever.”

“Ah.”

At Jungkook’s downcast expression Jimin rushed to explain.

“I’ve been in one serious relationship since TaeTae, and… that relationship was…it wasn’t good.” Jimin swallowed thickly, noting Jungkook’s concerned expression.
“I’m just not in a mental headspace to where I feel comfortable dating or being in a relationship…” Jimin closed his fingers around Jungkook’s arm. “Please understand, I swear it has nothing to do with you, I promise.”

Jungkook leaned down and kissed Jimin’s forehead gently, catching the older man off guard.

“I get it. I’ve been there. But I’m not giving up on you.” Jungkook whispered, resting his forehead on Jimin’s. “I’ll keep trying to woo you.”
Jimin inhaled deeply, the scent of Jungkook’s cologne filling his scenes and calming his nerves. He hated to admit it but something about being around Jungkook was very steadying for him.

“And what if I’m never ready or I never decide that I want to be with you like that?”

Jungkook placed two fingers under Jimin’s chin and tilted his face up. “Then at least I’ll have spent my time caring for someone who was worth every single second of it.”
~
“There’s NO way that happened!” Taehyung shrieked at Hoseok’s unbelievable story.

“I’m telling you it did! I swear on this club!” Hoseok replied smugly, sipping his club’s signature drink, Hope in The Box. Hoseok licked the drink from his lips and leaned back against his seat, looking very much like the cat who got the cream.

“There is NO FUCKING WAY that you were in an orgy!” Taehyung snapped back, not convinced in the least little bit.

Jungkook nodded in agreement with Taehyung. “Yeah Hobs… I call…”

“BULLSHIT!”

All three of the younger men said loudly to him before they cracked up into laughter, Jimin laughing so hard that he almost fell backward off of the chair he was sitting on, only saved by Jungkook catching him.

“I swear! Look, I have pictures!”

Hoseok whipped out his cellphone and the three younger men gathered around, gasping in shock.

“What the hell Hobi!” Jimin squealed.

“There’s no way! These HAVE to be fucking photoshopped!” Taehyung cried, snatching the phone from Hoseok’s hands to get a closer look.

Jimin turned his head to the side to bite his lip and hold in the comment he was trying desperately not to say to Hoseok when he glanced towards the bar and his heart stopped in his chest. Leaning back against the bar was a very tall blonde man, dressed in a button up black shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his forearms, with black pants that fit his legs and ass perfectly. And his hands… goddamn his hands were huge... Jimin felt his jaw physically drop as he watched the man laugh with a dark-haired man standing beside him.

“HEEELLLLOOOO EARTH TO JIMJAM!” Hoseok said loudly, snapping his fingers in front of Jimin’s face.

“Huh?! What?! Who?!” Jimin said loudly, coming back to himself. He spun back to his group quickly, his ears turning red.

Hoseok laughed and pinched Jimin’s cheek. “Exactly what was it that grabbed our Jiminah’s attention so well, huh?”

“Oh, I see what it was,” Tae piped up, leaning over Hoseok to get a better view of the man at the bar. “Or should I say that I see WHO it was? Hyung... WHO IS THAT??”

Hoseok and Jungkook looked over at the bar to see who it was that had caught the other men’s attention so well.

“Oh him? That Jeong Yunho. The friend he’s with is Choi San, he’s a regular of mine with his boyfriend Wooyoung. Pretty nice men, really.” Hoseok said thoughtfully and took a sip of his drink, flicking a glance at where Jungkook’s hand rested on Jimin’s thigh.

The four men watched as the red-haired man that almost ran over Jimin earlier and his blonde friend hurried towards Yunho and San. Jimin watched, with a weird pit of jealousy in his stomach as the blonde man threw himself into Yunho’s long arms, Yunho kissing him on the forehead.

“I guess that’s his boyfriend?” Jungkook asked Hoseok somewhat hopefully, seeing the look that had come over Jimin’s face.

“Hey! That red headed guy is the one that almost bowled you over earlier! AND he didn’t even apologize!” Taehyung said to Jimin, reaching over to smack his best friend on the arm.

Hoseok waved away Taehyung’s statement, “That’s Wooyoung, San’s boyfriend. That’s just how he is. He’s pretty much oblivious to everything around him when he has his mind set on something. It can be endearing once you get to know him.”

The three younger men turned their questioning looks onto Hoseok who, when noticing their looks, proceeded to look at the ceiling innocently, not even close to ready to admit his crush on the Wooyoung and his hot boyfriend.

“So… is that small blonde guy dating the tall Yunho guy?” Jimin asked, watching as Yunho was dragged onto the floor by the smaller blonde.

“Hmm… not that I know of. I know that they used to be a thing years ago but that Yeosang, that’s the smaller blonde, he’s in a serious relationship with someone right now. I’m pretty sure that he and Yunho are just friends.”

“Hmm..” Jimin hummed and took a sip of his drink.

“Why Jiminah? Interested?” Hoseok smirked.

Jimin’s eyes followed Yunho until he disappeared into the crowd then turned his gaze to his friend. “Maybe. Probably. Definitely,” he laughed.

“Hey, I have an idea,” Taehyung said, “Why don’t we all go dance and if we just happen to slide up to them on the dance floor…”
Jimin started to agree but then turned a worried glance to Jungkook, whose hand was still resting on Jimin’s thigh. Jungkook smiled when seeing Jimin’s concern for him and leaned over to bump his shoulder against Jimin’s.

“I’ll be fine Jimin. Have I ever acted in jealous outrage before at your conquests?”

“Conquests?!” Taehyung squealed and burst into loud laughter. “Conquests!”

Jimin glared at his best friend but then turned back to Jungkook. “Are you sure? I would never want to do anything to make you uncomfortable…”

Jungkook took Jimin’s drink from his hand and sat it on the table. “Goooo already. Jeeze. Do I have to pick you up and throw you on him??”

Jimin laughed, “Okay, okay, I’m going!” Jimin held his hand out for Taehyung and the two hurried down the steps and onto the dance floor.

Jungkook sat back in his chair, sipping his drink, and watching Jimin disappear with a wistful look on his face, an ache in the pit of his stomach.

Hoseok shook his head and leaned forward, serious eyes on the younger man. “Why don’t you just tell him how you really fear? It’s been a year.”

“You know what he went through with his ex… I can’t pressure him to be with me Hyung.”

Hoseok rolled his eyes, “I’m sorry but that’s lame. I can tell that a part of him cares about you too. If you tell him how you REALLY feel, then maybe...”

“Hyung,” Jungkook interrupted, sitting his glass down on the table, “Jimin isn’t ready for me. He isn’t ready for the depth of my feelings for him. I can’t… I won’t… tell him that I’m in love with him. Not until he’s ready to hear it. IF he’s ever ready to hear it.

~

Jimin and Taehyung tried to circle the dance floor to find Yunho, but the place was way too crowded for them to move around too much. Feeling his chance slip through his fingers, he turned his attention onto his best friend instead.

“Let’s just go ahead and dance,” Jimin yelled above the music.

“Are you sure?” Taehyung yelled back, full prepared to search all night if his beloved best friend wanted him to.

“I’m sure,” Jimin yelled again. “Let’s just have fun, I’ve been dying to dance all night!”

Taehyung grinned wolfishly and drug Jimin to him. “Good, I’ve been wanting to get my hands on you all night.” He whispered hotly into Jimin’s ear before flicking his tongue against Jimin’s earlobe. Jimin groaned, immediately picturing how he was going to go down on Taehyung later that night, already craving the taste of Taehyung on his tongue.

“Taeeeee...” Jimin whined as Taehyung wrapped his arms around him and pulled Jimin into himself, rubbing their crotches together as they swayed to the beat.

Multiple songs passed and Jimin was entirely swept up in the music and in Taehyung’s touches. Jimin felt himself aching beneath his jeans, groaning every time Taehyung touched him in a way that he liked, and his TaeTae knew ALL of the ways that he liked. Sweat had started to bead and slide down Jimin’s neck, making a line down his chest, causing his skin to glisten under the lights and his silk shirt to cling to body.

Jimin had his arms around Taehyung’s neck as Taehyung had his knee between Jimin’s legs, his hands on Jimin’s ass, causing Jimin to grind on him every time they moved to the beat. Taehyung opened his eyes when Jimin bit into his collar bone, willing his dick to not get hard in public when he spotted the man Jimin had been wanting.

Somehow, without them realizing it, the foursome had made their way off of the dance floor and were sitting at one of the tables. Taehyung grinned to himself, grabbing Jimin’s delicate hips and maneuvering him right into the man’s line of sight. Taehyung grabbed Jimin’s waist and spun him around, Jimin’s arms falling back over his head to wrap back around Taehyung’s neck, and he ground his butt over Taehyung’s crotch. Taehyung licked a line up Jimin’s neck and then whispered, “Jiminah…you’re man is in front of you.”

Jimin’s eyes snapped open, and he found himself staring directly into Yunho’s eyes, his nipples immediately pebbled, and his dick twitched under the stranger’s gaze.
Seeing the man looking at Jimin, Taehyung bit the back of Jimin’s neck, right where he knew Jimin’s biggest erotic spot was. Jimin threw his head back in ecstasy and Taehyung reached up to pinch one of Jimin’s hard nipples, twisting the silk against the sensitive bud, knowing Jimin’s liking for silk rubbing against them. Taehyung ground his quickly hardening dick up against Jimin’s ass and Jimin whimpered, fully aware of what his best friend was doing.

Jimin lowered his head back down and opened his eyes, staring directly into the eyes of the tall blonde man. Jimin ran his tongue along his bottom lip, watching as the man swallowed and his eyes followed Jimin’s togue. Jimin couldn’t help the smirk that came over his mouth. He threw his head back again, his mouth opening in an ‘o’ as Taehyung’s hand slid down his side, his fingers going under the hem of Jimin’s shirt just to scratch his nails hard over Jimin’s hip.

“Tae!” Jimin moaned, a sucker for being marked and claimed, hips bucking forward unintentionally.

“It’s working Jiminah,” Taehyung said kissing his ear, “He can’t take his eyes off of my beautiful friend. I wonder how hard he would look at you if I had you bent over their table with my cock sinking into your fat ass.”

Jimin whimpered, his eyes squeezed shut and Taehyung rutted up against him.

Taehyung took Jimin’s chin in his hand and forced his friend to look at where Yunho was, staring solely at Jimin, his eyes dark.

“Should we invite him over, my love?”

~

Yunho watched with rapt attention as the brunette man dug his nails into the blonde’s hip, leaving marks marring the skin. The blonde threw his head back, his chest rising and falling under the dance floor lights and his hips jerked forward. Yunho felt his cock straining against his pants and he groaned, wiping his hand over his face.

San looked over at him in concern, hearing his groan. “Are you okay?”

Wooyoung cackled as he followed Yunho’s gaze, resting his chin on his boyfriend’s wide shoulder. “Oh…Yunho...I think someone has their eyes on you.”

Yeosang looked over and whistled. “Damn…” he said in his low, deep voice. “He’s definitely got his eyes on you.”

Yunho shook his head to snap himself out of the siren’s trance, a rueful smile on his face. “I’m sure it’s just a coincidence with him looking over here so much.”

Wooyoung rolled his eyes. “A coincidence? He’s literally STARING at you every time he opens his eyes.”

Yunho looked over again to see the brunette man licking up the blonde’s neck for the umpteenth time. “Even if that is true, it looks like he is thoroughly taken.”

San slapped a hand on Yunho’s shoulder, “Hey you never know. Might as well try.”

Yunho looked back over at the couple on the floor in indecision.

“Yunho!.... Yunho!... Yunho!” his friends started slowly chanting, He laughed and pushed them away from himself.

“Fine. Fine. I’ll give it a try.!”

“Great!” Wooyoung said excitedly. “That means I get to be smashed between these two hot things!” he cackled as he grabbed a hold of his boyfriend and Yeosang, the four of them making their way onto the dance floor.

~

“Don’t look now Jiminie, he’s coming to the dance floor,” Tae said as he thrust against Jimin’s ass again, grinding on him. “I’m going to be picturing him fucking you when my cock is shoved down your throat later,” he whispered evilly.

Jimin turned in Taehyung’s arms, looping his arms around his friend’s neck and glaring at him. “I swear to god, TaeTae, if this doesn’t work then you better be ready to fuck me as soon as we get back to your place.” Jimin pouted, his body raging for release from all of Taehyung’s teasing.

Taehyung was about to respond when a large hand tapped Jimin on the shoulder. Jimin saw Taehyung’s eyes widen as Jimin looked over his shoulder to see nothing but a broad expanse of chest. Looking up, he saw Yunho smiling down at him.

“If it’s not too rude to ask, may I have the next dance?” he yelled over the music, running a hand through his golden hair.

“Take him! He’s yours!” Taehyung yelled as he quickly pushed Jimin towards the taller man and ran off into the crowd of people around them.

Jimin smiled and stepped forward to Yunho, looking him up and down. ‘God, he looks better even better up close.’

“I’m Jimin,” he yelled.

“I’m Yunho! Was that your boyfriend?” Yunho asked, nodding his head to where Taehyung had disappeared.

Jimin shook is head, “That was my best friend, I’m single.”

Yunho smiled down at him and wrapped a large hand around Jimin’s small waist.

“Good. So am I.”

~

Yunho groaned as Jimin ground his ass against Yunho’s semi-hard dick for the fifth time in a row. Yunho ground back, his hands firmly on Jimin’s hips. He tightened his fingers and squeezed, feeling Jimin shiver in his hold.

Jimin leaned back against Yunho’s chest, his head barely coming to Yunho’s shoulders. He felt so fucking tiny and he loved it. A shiver went through him when Yunho dug his fingers into his hip bones again and he licked his lips, loving the feeling of being slightly manhandled. Jimin grabbed one of Yunho’s hands and raised it to his chest causing Yunho to slide his fingers over Jimin’s sensitive nipples. He flicked his thumb back and forth over the nub before rolling it between his thumb and finger, the silk of Jimin’s shirt scratching on his nipple.

Jimin moaned out loud at that and brought Yunho’s other hand to his mouth, nipping at the inside of his wrist. Jimin felt Yunho’s cock twitch against him, and it spurred him to nip harder. Yunho grabbed Jimin’s jaw in his hand and pulled Jimin’s head back, leaning his head down to whisper in his ear.

“Keep playing these games and you’ll find yourself in the bathroom before you know it.”

Jimin smirked and tilted his head back and to the side to look up into Yunho’s very serious dark gaze.

“Take me to the bathroom then, because I do NOT plan to quit.”

Without even a second’s hesitation, Yunho grabbed Jimin’s hand, His long fingers capturing Jimin firmly and led the way off of the dance floor and down the hallway to the most private bathroom.

“It looks like you know you’re way around,” Jimin teased as they escaped the loud music.

Yunho looked at him with a look that radiated pure lust. “I know my way around but you’re the only one I’ve taken to the bathrooms here.”

Butterflies enveloped Jimin’s stomach, and he felt himself blushing as Yunho pulled him into the bathroom, locking the door behind them.
Jimin looked up as Yunho stalked towards him, all tall and lean muscles, with thighs that Jimin wanted to sink his teeth into the first chance that he got.

“Jimin…’ Yunho whispered as Jimin looked up to meet his eyes, “You’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen.”

Jimin’s heart started beating wildly as Yunho put a finger under Jimin’s chin and tilted it up. He felt his breath catch as Yunho lowered his face closer to his, the urge to suck on Yunho’s bottom lip overwhelming him. When their mouths were but a breath apart, Yunho paused.

“Tell me if you want this Jimin. I won’t do anything without your verbal consent.”

Jimin licked his lips, desperate to have Yunho’s mouth on his own. “I want this,” he whispered as his arms wrapping around Yunho’s neck. “Fuck, do I want this.”

“Me too,” Yunho groaned and crashed his lips onto Jimin’s, they were just as soft and supple as they looked, his lips felt like a dream.

Jimin hummed happily into the kiss, as Yunho’s hands settled on his hips once again. Slowly moving them, Yunho backed Jimin into the sink and Jimin’s hands grasped the sink behind him for purchase, feeling the need to ground himself as Yunho’s tongue teasingly licked on across his bottom lip. Yunho dug his fingertips into Jimin’s hips hard, causing Jimin to gasp. Yunho slid his tongue into Jimin’s open mouth and Jimin began to immediately start sucking on Yunho’s tongue like he would have sucked on his dick.
Yunho groaned and arched into Jimin, Jimin’s tongue hot and smooth against his own, their tongues wrapping around each other. Jimin stood on his tiptoes to get as close as he could to the tall man towering over him.

Yunho broke away from the kiss, pulling back slowly, softly sucking on Jimin’s plump bottom lip. Jimin ran his hands up underneath Yunho’s’ shirt, moaning when he felt the rows of abs that the shirt had hidden underneath, scratching his nails down Yunho’s sides.

“Fuck,” Yunho breathed as he his hands down Jimin’s thighs, bending his knees slightly so that he could reach better. “Fuck, your thighs are amazing Jimin,” he said as his big hands wrapped around them, caressing. Yunho could already picture them wrapped around his waist as he fucked deep into Jimin’s body. Yunho grabbed Jimin’s ass and lifted him into the air quickly, a yelp emitting from Jimin’s lips as Yunho deposited him onto the sink counter. Yunho smirked at Jimin’s wide eyes.

“Now I can see your beautiful face better.”

Yunho lowered his head to kiss down Jimin’s jawline, his long tongue flickering and massing circles into Jimin’s skin as his long fingers started undoing the buttons on Jimin’s silk shirt. Jimin leaned his head, a gasp being drawn from him as Yunho started sucking a hard line down his soft neck.

“Your mouth feels so good,” Jimin gasped as Yunho’s mouth trailed down his neck, to his collar bone, licking into the indention of Jimin’s clavicle. Yunho smirked as his nipped roughly at Jimin’s collar bone, wanting to leave his mark all over Jimin’s gorgeous body.

“Ah!” Jimin exclaimed on a rather hard nip, his fingers coming up to tangle into Yunho’s thick hair. Yunho pushed Jimin’s shirt open and off of his left shoulder. He softly kissed his way down to Jimin’s hard and sensitive nipple, relishing the moan that reach his ears when he took the bud into his mouth. Yunho flicked his tongue back and forth over the little nub before swirling around it. Jimin arched his chest into Yunho and his moans turned quiet and breathless as he writhed on the counter under Yunho’s ministrations.

“Fuck, please. Touch me, Yunho.” Jimin whimpered, his dick hard and hurting in his tight pants, aching for the building pressure to be released.
Yunho pushed Jimin back against the mirror, the faucet digging into his back. He looked over Jimin’s chest and stomach in wonder, his hand running down to trace over Jimin’s abs. Jimin bit his lip as Yunho’s flicked open the button to Jimin’s pants and slowly drug down the zipper. Jimin lifted his hips up for Yunho to wiggle his pants down his hips. Yunho groaned when he realized that Jimin wasn’t wearing underwear, Jimin’s cock springing up to hit against his lower stomach.

‘Mmmm…such a good boy.” Yunho murmured, leaning forward to bury his face in Jimin’s neck as his large fingers trailed over Jimin’s leaking cock. Jimin felt his cock twitch at Yunho’s words, wondering how in the hell a stranger had picked up on his praise kink so easily.

“Your so gorgeous, everywhere.” Yunho said as he nipped at Jimin’s neck.

“Here,” a nip on the earlobe.

“Here,” a nip on the chin

“Here,” a nip on Jimin’s bottom lip.

“Here,” Yunho said as he fully wrapped his hand around Jimin’s dick, Jimin hissing in pleasure as Yunho’s hand stroked Jimin softly.

Jimin tried to unbutton Yunho’s shirt with shaky hands but Yunho pulled him away with his free hand.

“I want... mmm... I want to touch you...” Jimin groaned as Yunho fingertips circled Jimin’s leaking tip, his thumb pressing into Jimin’s leaking slit.

“No darling,” Yunho said, ignoring Jimin’s words. Instead, he took over Jimin’s lips again. Sliding his tongue back into Jimin’s open and willing mouth. Jimin’s fingers tightened into Yunho’s shirt, whimpering, hips arching up into Yunho’s fist. Jimin started trying to reach down to caress Yunho through his pants, but Yunho chuckled and pulled Jimin’s body hard against him.

“Didn’t I say no?”

Jimin looked up confused, trying to clear his lust addled brain, his hand still trying to slide between them.

“I don’t understand…” Jimin whispered.

Yunho groaned into Jimin’s ear as Jimin’s hand found its target. Jimin shivered at how big Yunho felt underneath his clothing. He could already imagine the way he was going to feel the next day, ass sore from the pounding that he was going to get.

“Yunho, please,” Jimin begged, “Please let me touch you. I want to feel you…”

Yunho placed his hands on Jimin’s muscled thighs and pulled him forward until he had slid off of the sink completely, holding on until Jimin’s feet were firmly on the floor. Yunho turned him to face the sink and Jimin immediately went to lean over it, spreading his legs and sticking his ass out. Yunho got his first look at Jimin’s plump butt and Jimin watched Yunho’s expression in the mirror as he narrowed his eyes and groaned, his big hand sliding over Jimin’s cheeks but pulling back. Jimin closed his eyes when he saw Yunho’s hand flying downward. Jimin moaned loudly, as Yunho slapped his ass, causing Jimin to rut forward.

“Absolutely stunning, you’re magnificent.” Yunho whispered and he watched Jimin’s butt jiggle from the slap, turning bright pink. ‘Fuck this ass would look so sexy marked up with my flogger,’ he thought.

Yunho’s eyes connected with Jimin’s in the mirror, and he smirked.

“If there’s was enough time, I’d let you ride my tongue for hours with this perfect ass,” he said, his gaze sliding down between Jimin’s cheeks, running his hands them to cup them roughly.

Jimin’s cock jumped as the mental image of doing just that, assaulted Jimin’s senses.

Yunho grabbed Jimin’s arm and pulled him back against his chest. Tonguing the back of Jimin’s earlobe as his hand slid down Jimin’s stomach, he watched the mirror as Jimin’s abs flexed underneath his touch. Jimin’s cock was red and aching, precum leaking from the tip, glistening under the overheard lights. Jimin’s eyes closed but Yunho’s other hand gripped Jimin’s chin, squeezing.

“Look at yourself in the mirror, look how beautiful you are.”

Jimin’s heavy eyelids opened to see Yunho’s reflection staring at him. Yunho looked like a tall blonde devil standing behind Jimin’s smaller form.

“Look at how sexy you are in my hand.”

Jimin’s eyes swept down, and he gasped at the sight of Yunho’s long fingers wrapping around him, stroking slowly where he was using the precum leaking out as a weak lube to make the stroking feel even better for Jimin.

“Yunho, fuck me, please.” Jimin whimpered, his knees feeling wobbly, “I need you in me,” he panted out as Yunho’s strokes started turning faster, his fist twisting around the tip of Jimin’s dick every time he pumped forward.

Yunho kissed up the side of Jimin’s face as his hand slid from his chin down to grasp Jimin’s neck, his fingers applying just the right amount of pressure to make Jimin start trembling. Jimin’s eyelids fluttered closed in pleasure as he felt Yunho’s fingers tighten onto his pressure points, he could feel this heartbeat thundering against Yunho’s fingers.

“I said to look at yourself, darling” he whispered as he ground himself against Jimin’s ass, both of them gasping at the friction.

Jimin opened his eyes again, and his mouth gaped at how fucked out he already looked when they had barely even done anything. Jimin had a line of hickies running down his heaving chest, his cheeks were flushed red, his hair messed up and his cock was practically drooling as Yunho kept up his steady pace.
Jimin could feel his balls start to tingle and he whimpered, one hand reaching to grab ahold on Yunho’s arm and the other going up to caress over his chest and nipples, grabbing his silk shirt and rubbing it over them, gasping at the feeling.

“You look so good for me Jimin, you look so fucking good.” Yunho growled, his hand fisting Jimin faster, his hold stronger.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck. Yunho, please!” Jimin whined out, feeling his orgasm rising within him.

“You’re going to cum just like this,” Yunho’s fingers grasped Jimin’s cock tightly, his hand squeezing harder around Jimin’s neck.

Jimin felt his head start to spin as his toes curled in his boots.

‘Close! M’close!” he was barely able to gasp out.

“Come on darling, look at yourself when you cum for me, watch how beautiful you look when you fall apart in my hand.”

Jimin’s eyes rolled in his head, Yunho’s dirty talk making things five times for intense for him. He squinted his eyes open, and they locked on to where his cock was disappearing over and over again in Yunho’s large hand. Yunho moaned at the sight of Jimin so pliant in his arms and he latched onto the nape of Jimin’s neck with his teeth, just like he has seen the brunette man do. Yunho biting his neck was the straw that forced his orgasm out of him, sweeping him away in waves of pleasure.

“Oh m-my fuck!” Jimin whimpered as his orgasm hit him so hard that he was seeing stars. Jimin watched himself spill all over Yunho’s hand, shooting onto the counter and mirror as Yunho quickly stroked Jimin to completion. Milky white covered Yunho’s hand and he yet he continued to stroke and squeeze, draining Jimin of every single drop of cum that he had in him. After the last spurt was squeezed out, Jimin slumped back against Yunho’s chest, his own chest heaving from the force of his ejaculation.

“That’s my good baby, so fucking good for me.” Yunho murmured as he planted kisses against Jimin’s sweaty temple. “You came so hard for me. So fucking beautiful.”

Jimin gathered his strength to turn in Yunho’s arms, his hand reach down to find the zipper to Yunho’s pants.

“My turn, I want to taste you so badly,” Jimin said, sliding his hand into the front of Yunho’s pants, moaning when he couldn’t even wrap his small hand all the way around the girth. Yunho bucked into his hand, groaning and Jimin was surprised to find himself starting to fill up again at just the thought of having Yunho’s large dick weighing down his tongue.

Yunho kissed Jimin softly, breathing unsteadily and then pulled Jimin’s hand out of his pants, smiling. “Sorry Jimin, I did say no touching.”

Jimin stood in shock as Yunho moved him to the side so that he could wash his hands clean of Jimin’s cum. Looking over his shoulder at Jimin in the mirror, he gave such an adorable smile that Jimin felt his heart flutter again. Turning to Jimin, Yunho helped him pull his pants back up and get his shirt straightened out to the way it was before their sexcapade.

“I don’t understand… don’t you want me?” Jimin whispered, his hidden insecurities coming to the surface before he could stop them. Jimin wasn’t used to be turned down when he put himself out there so ardently. It was the one way he could always count on someone wanting him. Yunho frowned at the change in this beautiful man’s esteem.

“Hey, hey, hey,” he said gently, turning to Jimin and slightly bending down so that Jimin had to look him in the eye. “What I want more than anything right now is to is to bury myself into you so deeply that you’ll never take another cock without knowing I was better. I want to stretch you with my dick and fuck into you so hard, so many times, that you wouldn’t be able to walk straight for a week.”

Jimin blushed at Yunho’s words.

“Then w-why…?”

Yunho smiled sweetly and gave Jimin another one of his toe-curling kisses, his hand big enough that his fingers cupped the back of Jimin’s head, and his palm was on Jimin’s cheek.

“Because when I make you fall apart again and again with my cock splitting you open, it won’t be on our first meeting nor in a bathroom.”

~

Taehyung plopped down at the table and took several drinks from his bottle of water, his throat parched after dancing so much.

“Where’s Jimin?” Hoseok asked when he realized that Jimin was not on his way too.

“Ah,” Taehyung smiled slyly at the two men at his table, “Jiminie found a very tall tree by the name of Yunho to climb.”

Jungkook looked to the right to see Yunho and Jimin walking quickly to the private bathrooms in the back. He frowned slightly, biting his lip, willing his jealousy to go. ‘Being jealous isn’t going to help anything,’ he thought to himself, his chest aching with the loneliness he felt when he wasn’t in Jimin’s presence.

Hoseok noticed his friend’s gaze and slide a silencing look over to Taehyung who was recounting the details of what had happened out on the dance floor. Seeing the glance, Taehyung looked over at Jungkook.

“Ah…”

Silence descended over the table for a few seconds before the subject was changed.

Hoseok pulled a resisting Jungkook to his feet.

“Come on, time for THE Jungkook to go shake his ass!”

Taehyung cheered along and Jungkook let himself be pulled back, sparing one last glance towards the bathrooms before straightening his shoulders and heading onto the crowded floor.