Chapter 5: Debate
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Seokjin muttered under his breath, pacing back and forth in the dimly lit living room of their shared apartment. His heart pounded in his chest like a goddamn drum solo, and his mind raced faster than a Formula One car on a track. He could still feel the weight of Yoongi's mouth on his, the rough scrape of his stubble, the insistent push of his tongue. It had been a shock, a jolt of electricity straight to his cock, and now he was left standing here, alone and aching, with no fucking clue what to do with himself.
He'd always considered himself straight. Of course, he didn't like women that much but he just thought it was because he was waiting for "the one". He never thought that in reality, he just liked men and he wasn't aware.
But then again, how could he be? He'd never even contemplated a man's body, let alone touched one. Until now. Until Yoongi. Seokjin sighed, running a hand through his messy hair, and made his way to his bedroom. He couldn't stop thinking about Yoongi's hands on him, the way they oh so careful touched him, tracing barely there lines and curves like an artist. He stripped off his clothes, leaving them in a heap on the floor, and climbed into bed, naked. His cock was already hard, tenting the sheets, and he groaned, wrapping a hand around it. He couldn't help it. He needed release. He wanted Yoongi to help him. All he could see was Yoongi's face, his eyes dark with desire. He could picture those big hands all over him, over and over again.
Seokjin started touching himself, tentatively at first, a feather-light touch that sent shivers down his spine. He gasped, his hips bucking slightly, as he wrapped his fist around his cock. He was rock hard, leaking precome, and he knew he wouldn't last long. Not with Yoongi's face burned into his mind, not with the memory of their kiss still fresh on his lips. He stroked himself faster, tighter, his breath coming in short gasps. He could feel the tension building, coiling in his gut- Seokjin stopped himself. Why is he here all alone when Yoongi is just on the other room?
Seokjin decides to calm himself. He dresses again and thinks. It makes him go softer, but that's the least of his worries now. He is about to confront what he feels. What he wants. He is attracted to Yoongi and he can't deny it anymore. Yoongi opens his door when Seokjin knocks on it. Yoongi doesn't say anything, just tries to look for Seokjin's eyes. They look at each other for a while before they both are all over themselves.
Seokjin is kissing Yoongi now, he has his eyes closed and he doesn't care about anything anymore. It feels so good. Yoongi is a good kisser too and he seems to not want to let him go. If the tight grip on his waist is something. Yoongi's hands are all over his back, all over his waist. Seokjin's feels like melting- "Wait," Yoongi pulls away, breathless. Seokjin's eyes flutter open, confused. "What's wrong?" he asks, his voice soft and worried. Is Yoongi going to reject him? Yoongi takes a deep breath, his eyes searching Seokjin's face. "Are you sure about this? I don't want you to do something you'll end up regretting". Seokjin nods and gives Yoongi a small peck on his lips. "Yes, I'm sure I want this. I want you. I know I haven't had any experience like this before but I-" Seokjin felt like crying. "I like you, Yoongi. I like you a lot. When I'm with you I feel different. Free. And I would like to discover this new side with you, If you'd let me."
Yoongi took Seokjin's face into his hands, "I like you too, Seokjin-ah. So, so much. And you get me in ways no one else does, but- I need to know if you're okay with this, Seokjin. There's no going back. You get that, right?" Seokjin nodded, "Yeah, I know. I'm sure about this, Yoongi. I want you to teach me. Please..." Seokjin heard Yoongi gulp, he was literally minutes away from begging. Yoongi looked at him for a bit and smiled "OKay then. But before we do anything, we must set things straight. Ironically."
Seokjin snorted and nodded, he lolled his head still into Yoongi's hand and kissed it. "Thank you, Yoongi-ah." "How can I say no to those eyes? You are so pretty, Seokjin. You have no idea how much I want to taste you." Yoongi says, his voice soft and low. Seokjin's eyes widen, a spark of excitement igniting within him. He's never done this before, but the thought of Yoongi's mouth on him is enough to make him nod eagerly. Yoongi smiles, a slow, big smile that makes Seokjin's heart skip a beat. He takes Seokjin's hands into his and takes Seokjin to the bed. They are both sitting side to side. "But firts, I have to know what you are willing to try. Okay?" Seokjin is incredible red now, but he and his cock are eager to try new things. "Okay, I- I think I'd like sucking your dick." Yoongi groans and hides his face into Seokjin's shoulder. "You'll be the death of me." Yoongi chuckled, his voice strained. Seokjin's boldness was unexpected, but it sent a thrill down his spine. "And you'll be my first cock," Seokjin replied, his eyes locked onto Yoongi's lap. He reached out, his hand trembling slightly as he touched Yoongi's cock over his clothes. "You're hard." Seokjin said, he was trying to hide his nervousness. Yoongi's dick felt bigger than he'd imagined, he wanted to see it. Yoongi was looking at his every movement. "Can I see it?" Seokjin asked. Yoongi nodded and took his pants down. His dick was now visible for Seokjin, hard and straining against his boxers. Seokjin's eyes widened, taking in the sight. He could see the outline of Yoongi's cock, thick and long, and he licked his lips unconsciously. Yoongi watched him, amused, "So, you like what you see, Seokjin-ah?" Seokjin blushed, but he didn't look away. "Yeah... Can I...can I touch it?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. Yoongi's smile widened, "Of course, Seokjin. It's all yours." Seokjin reached out, his hand shaking slightly as he traced the outline of Yoongi's cock through his boxers. He could feel the heat and the hardness, and it made his own cock twitch in response. "Can you take this off?" Seokjin asked, his voice barely above a whisper, as he tugged at the waistband of Yoongi's boxers. Yoongi nodded, his eyes never leaving Seokjin's face. Seokjin gently pulled down the boxers, revealing Yoongi's hard cock. It sprang free, long and thick, the tip glistening with precome. Seokjin's eyes widened, taking in the sight, his heart pounding in his chest. He'd never seen another man's cock before, let alone touched one. But here he was, with Yoongi's dick right in front of him, and he felt a strange mix of fear and excitement.
He hesitated, unsure of what to do next. Should he just grab it? Lick it? What if he did something wrong? What if Yoongi didn't like it?Seokjin's hesitation was palpable, his hand hovering just above Yoongi's cock, unsure of how to proceed. He looked up at Yoongi, seeking guidance, his eyes wide with uncertainty. "What do I do now?" he asked, his voice barely a whisper. Yoongi, understanding his predicament, offered him a reassuring smile. "It's okay, Seokjin. Just do what feels natural. What do you want to do?" Seokjin bit his lip, thinking for a moment before tentatively reaching out and wrapping his hand around Yoongi's shaft. It was hot and hard, pulsing with life, and he felt a shiver run down his spine. Seokjin took a deep breath, his heart pounding in his chest like a drum. He looked up at Yoongi, seeking reassurance, and found it in his warm, encouraging smile. "That's it, Seokjin. Just like that," Yoongi murmured, his voice low and husky. Seokjin felt a surge of confidence and began to stroke Yoongi's cock, tentatively at first, then with more certainty as Yoongi's breath hitched and his hips pushed forward. He could feel the veins throbbing beneath his fingers, the smooth skin taut over the hard flesh. It was surreal, yet intimate, and Seokjin felt a sense of pride at being able to bring Yoongi pleasure. He looked down, watching his hand move up and down Yoongi's cock, seeing the precome bead at the tip. He licked his lips, feeling a sudden urge to taste it. "I want to suck it now, Yoongi"
Seokjin said, his voice barely above a whisper. Yoongi's eyes widened, surprise etched on his face. "Are you sure, Seokjin? You don't have to if you're not ready." Seokjin nodded, determination in his eyes. "I'm sure, Yoongi. I want to." Yoongi smiled, his eyes softening. "Okay, Seokjin. But remember, take it slow. You don't have to deepthroat me on your first try." Seokjin nodded, his heart pounding in his chest. He leaned down, his eyes locked onto Yoongi's cock. It was throbbing, the tip glistening with precome. He stuck out his tongue, tentatively licking the slit, tasting the salty fluid. Yoongi groaned, his hips bucking slightly. Encouraged, Seokjin wrapped his lips around the head, sucking gently. Seokjin closed his eyes. He could hear Yoongi's hard breaths. "Just like that," Yoongi praised, his voice strained. Seokjin felt a surge of confidence and began to move his head, taking more of Yoongi's cock into his mouth. He could feel the veins throbbing against his tongue, the smooth skin sliding in and out of his lips. "Be careful with your teeth-" Yoongi groaned, but Seokjin was not sure if it was pain.
"Oh, sorry." Seokjin kissed the tip and Yoongi's cock twitched. That was the first lesson, Seokjin learned. A cock is sensitive, especially the head. He looked up at Yoongi, who was watching him already. Seokjin took the tip into his mouth once again, but Yoongi's eyes on him were too much so he closed his eyes. He started to suck again, more and more each time. "Like that?" Seokjin asked, his voice muffled. Yoongi nodded, "Yes, that's perfect. Now, try licking it like a lollipop, from the base to the tip." Seokjin did as he was told, starting from the base of Yoongi's cock, he licked it all the way up to the tip, swirling his tongue around the head. Yoongi groaned, his hips pushing forward slightly. "Good, Seokjin. You're a natural. Now, try taking it deeper. Just relax your jaw and go slow." Seokjin took a deep breath and opened his mouth wider, taking more of Yoongi's cock in. He felt the head hit the back of his throat and he gagged slightly. "Take it easy... That's it..."
Seokjin, determined and eager, took a deep breath and tried again, this time pushing Yoongi's cock further into his mouth. He felt the head hit the back of his throat and he gagged again, his eyes watering. He pulled back, gasping for air, and looked up at Yoongi, who was watching him with concern. "Are you okay, Seokjin?" Yoongi asked, his voice soft. Seokjin nodded, wiping tears from his eyes. "Yeah, I'm fine. I just...I just couldn't take it all." Yoongi smiled and caressed his hair, "It's okay, Seokjin. You don't have to deepthroat me. We can take this slow." Seokjin nodded, feeling a bit discouraged. He looked down at Yoongi's cock, still hard and throbbing, and felt a pang of frustration.
His own dick was hard as a rock too. But he wanted to please Yoongi, to make him feel as good as he made Seokjin feel. "Yoongi," he started, his voice a bit hoarse, "I want to make you feel good. Can you teach me some new techniques?" Yoongi's eyes widened in surprise, but he quickly recovered, a small smile playing on his lips. "Of course, Seokjin. I'd be happy to teach you," he said, his voice soft. Seokjin felt a surge of affection and excitement and leaned in, ready to learn. Seokjin's eyes blazed with curiosity and desire as he looked up at Yoongi, his lips glistening with spit and precome.
Yoongi's eyes darkened, and he reached out, running a thumb over Seokjin's puffy lips. "You have such pretty lips, Seokjin-ah." Seokjin felt himself flush, one of his hands going to his own erection to press it. "Y-yoongi-" he stammered, looking up at him with wide eyes. Yoongi's gaze dropped to Seokjin's hand, and his eyes widened in realization. "You're touching yourself too, aren't you?" he asked, his voice hoarse. Seokjin nodded, biting his lip. "I-I couldn't help it. Seeing you. Touching you. It made me so hard," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. Yoongi groaned, his own hips bucking slightly. "Fuck, Seokjin. You're killing me," he said, his voice strained. Seokjin looked up at him, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Well, maybe I should do something about that," he said, his hand moving faster on his own cock. Yoongi's eyes widened, surprise and excitement warring in his gaze. "What do you mean, Seokjin?" Seokjin looked up at him, his eyes filled with determination. "I want to touch myself while I suck you off. Can I do that?" he asked, his voice filled with anticipation. Yoongi groaned, his cock twitching at the thought. "Fuck, yes, Seokjin. Please do," he said, his voice strained. Seokjin smiled, a wicked glint in his eyes, and reached down to pull out his own hard cock. He wrapped his hand around it, stroking it slowly as he looked up at Yoongi. "Like this?" he asked, his voice breathless. Yoongi nodded, his eyes locked onto Seokjin's hand. "Yes, just like that. Now, open your mouth and take me in," he commanded, his voice firm.
Seokjin did as he was told, taking Yoongi's cock into his mouth, inch by inch. He felt it hit the back of his throat, and he gagged slightly, but he pushed through, wanting to please Yoongi. Meanwhile, Seokjin's hand began to move faster on his own cock, matching the rhythm of his mouth on Yoongi's. He could feel the pleasure building, his body tensing as he got closer and closer to the edge. "Oh, fuck, Seokjin... Your mouth feels so good," Yoongi groaned, his hands going to Seokjin's head, guiding him, encouraging him to take more of him in.
Seokjin, eager to please, did as he was told, relaxing his jaw and taking Yoongi's cock deeper. He could feel Yoongi's body tensing, his hips jerking forward, and he knew he was close. "Seokjin, wait-" Yoongi tried to stop him, his voice strained, but Seokjin was too focused on the task at hand, too lost in the feeling of Yoongi's cock in his mouth. Yoongi was trying to pull back, but Seokjin held on, determined to make him cum. "Seokjin, I'm going to cum," Yoongi warned, his voice a mix of pleasure and panic. Seokjin looked up at him, his eyes filled with desire and confusion. "Isn't that the point?" he asked, his voice muffled by Yoongi's cock.
Yoongi laughed but still grabbed Seokjin's hair and gently pulled him off, concerned. "Seokjin, You might not be ready for that. Swallowing come can be a bit... too much for your first time." Seokjin looked up at him, surprise and embarrassment clear on his face. "Oh, I- I didn't know," he stammered, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. Yoongi smiled softly, running a thumb over Seokjin's cheek. We can take this slow. There's no rush," he reassured him. Seokjin nodded, looking down at Yoongi's still-hard cock. "So, what do I do now?" he asked, his voice soft. Yoongi thought for a moment before replying, "How about we try jerking off instead? You're hard too."
Seokjin nodded. "Okay, but I still want to touch you." Yoongi smiled, "Let's jerk each other off then" Yoongi's voice soft yet filled with desire. . "If you don't mind, of course" Seokjin shook his head, a small smile playing on his lips. "Not at all. In fact, I'd love to feel your hands on me," he admitted. "But I've never done this before, Yoongi. Show me what to do." "Lie down on the bed, Seokjin," Yoongi ordered, his voice soft yet firm. Seokjin did as he was told, his heart pounding in his chest as he lay back on the mattress. Yoongi climbed on top of him, straddling his hips, and Seokjin could feel the heat of his body, the hardness of his cock pressing against his own. Seokjin asked, his voice barely above a whisper. Yoongi nodded, a small smile playing on his lips. Now, wrap your hand around both of our cocks," he instructed, guiding Seokjin's hand to their erections. "Like this," he said, his voice strained as he wrapped his own hand around Seokjin's, helping him to grasp both of their cocks in his fist. Seokjin felt a jolt of pleasure at the contact, his hips bucking slightly as he felt Yoongi's cock pressed against his own. His fingers barely able to fit around their combined thickness.
"Fuck, Yoongi," Seokjin gasped, his eyes widening as he felt the heat and hardness of their cocks pressed together in his hand. "That feels... that feels so good." Yoongi groaned in agreement, his hips bucking slightly as Seokjin's hand tightened around them. "Yeah, it does," he said, his voice strained. "Now, stroke us, Seokjin. Slow and steady." Seokjin nodded, his hand moving tentatively at first, then with more confidence as Yoongi's breath hitched and his hips pushed forward.
He could feel the friction between their cocks, the slick of precome making the slide easier. He looked up at Yoongi, watching as his brow furrowed in concentration, his lips parted in a silent 'O'. It was the sexiest thing Seokjin had ever seen. He felt his own orgasm building, his balls tightening, and he knew he was close. "Yoongi... I'm... I'm close," he panted, his hand moving faster, more urgently. "Yeah, babe. Come for me."
Seokjin's eyes rolled back, his body convulsing as he came, his seed spilling over their hands. Yoongi followed soon after, his body tensing, his cock throbbing as he came, his seed mixing with Seokjin's. But Seokjin didn't notice any of that, he was too lost in his own pleasure, too consumed by the intensity of his orgasm. It was only when he felt Yoongi's lips on his that he came back to reality. Yoongi was kissing him, soft and slow, and Seokjin responded, his body still shuddering with aftershocks. He could taste himself on Yoongi's lips, and it was oddly intimate, oddly satisfying. When they finally pulled away, they were both smiling, their foreheads pressed together, their breaths ragged. "That was... that was incredible," Seokjin panted, his voice filled with wonder.
"Yeah... you were amazing too."
"I had a good teacher." Seokjin chuckled, leaning in to kiss Yoongi again. They laughed a bit, their bodies still pressed together, their hearts still racing. Yoongi grinned, his eyes sparkling with amusement and lust. "Well, I guess we both did a good job then." Seokjin nodded, his smile wide and genuine. "Yeah, we did." They kissed again, this time slower, more languid, their bodies still humming with pleasure. As they pulled away, they were both smiling, their foreheads pressed together. "We should clean up," Yoongi said, his voice soft. Seokjin nodded, but made no move to get up. "In a minute," he said, his eyes locked onto Yoongi's. "Right now, I just want to stay here with you." Yoongi smiled, his heart warming at Seokjin's words. "Me too," he said, leaning in to kiss him again.