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Jimin turned over in bed for the twentieth time that night. He isn't new to the fact of having to wait hours until he is tired enough to sleep, but in those last weeks the reason had a name, surname and a newly platinum blonde dyed hair that had his imagination creating very interesting scenarios in his mind. Cause then again who gave Yoongi the right to dye his hair that way? Does he not know how much of an attack on anyone’s sanity it would be? Even worse!
To Jimin’s sanity?
And as if it wasn't enough, the new mv from Yoongi’s mixtape had been released a few hours ago and Jimin’s impressionable mind seemed to not be able to get over the hoarse way Yoongi sang about the technology of his tongue and has now created several images to illustrate it. He couldn't avoid the constant chill that keeps going up his spine as he shifts position in bed again.
"Park Jimin, can you fucking stop with all this rolling and go to sleep?”, Hoseok groans on a sleepy voice from across the room.
At this Jimin snorts.
"Sorry", he whispers. More like whines.
The problem is that he knows that if he continues in the room he will keep having the same problems to sleep and eventually disrupt Hoseok’s sleep even more. But what can he do if he keeps thinking about all the possible effects that Yoongi’s tongue could have on his body? Shit, he is fucking dying to know if Yoongi really is able to make him come just with it, as he has said on several of his songs. It's just that he moves his tongue so heavenly well on their shows after all, doesn’t he? Always waiting for the perfect time to run it over his lips before biting on the bottom one, keeping it out of his mouth at some point of the choreography and smiling while singing to the public and the camera in a way that makes Jimin distracted for some seconds that seems to be endless.
And let's not forget about all the times when Yoongi just seems to feel the need to put his tongue out of his open mouth or to force it against the inside of his cheek, in a way that is too much to ask for Jimin to ignore or to not imagine his own cock making that wonderful bulge on Yoongi's cheek.
Shit, he is so fucked up!
When Jimin feel his member pulsing inside his pajama pants, it is when he finally decides that he can't just keep lying there with all those thoughts. He needs to do something, that much he knows, but it's easier said than done, after all. He doesn't even know where Yoongi is, probably working as the perfect workaholic he is, and… The studio!, Jimin gasps to the thought, it’s the perfect opportunity!
I mean, there isn’t a better place to discuss Yoongi’s lyrics than his own studio, is it?
He just needs a good enough excuse to go there...
hyung? [12:23AM]
Is the message he sends to the rapper, a small twinge of concern when he thinks about the chances of disrupting the well-deserved sleep Yoongi could be having.
With a laugh, however, he remembers that Yoongi could never get mad at him. It is so clear how differently Yoongi deals with Jimin, how he is the only one who can wakes the older up or hug him and touch him whenever he wants without the risk of being questioned. On the contrary - it isn’t rare the times when Yoongi himself is the one who initiates the contact, hand almost always positioned at Jimin’s waist or on his shoulder, always finding a moment to hold his smaller hand. He tries to hold on to this one detail while waiting for Yoongi’s answer.
It takes a little while to arrive.
yah, it’s late, Jimin, go to sleep [12:34AM]
Jimin rolls his eyes.
so it’s also late for you, hyung [12:34AM]
He looks at the side of the room where Hoseok mutters something Jimin doesn’t understand.
Without waiting for the older’s complain again, he stands up from the bed and quickly grabs a jeans and a shirt that were lying on his desk on his way to the door, closing it quietly behind him.
is something wrong?
why are you texting me now? [12:37AM]
Yes, it is. I keep thinking about your fucking tongue in me and I might pop a boner any moment now because of it, he replies mentally as he walks with slow steps into the kitchen, an idea already forming.
In no time, he is already leaving the clothes on a chair and opening the fridge to pull out a few pots with food, a smile on his face while typing.
it depends
are you hungry? [12:39AM]
jiminie it’s past 12, this can’t be only about food [12:39AM]
Oh no, hyung, it is indeed about food, only a different kind.
i'm a good dongsaeng.
are you in the company? [12:39AM]
of course you are...
i will wait for you [12:40AM]'
sexy delivery boy on his way [12:40AM]
He can only imagine the giggle that he would cause to Yoongi when he gets to read the message, and hurries to pack the food and change clothes before calling a taxi.
~
Jimin rings the intercom beside the Genius Lab ’s door while holding a laugh when he hears the noise the machine makes. Unable to hear the noises inside the studio, Jimin leans one elbow on the door frame, holding the bag with the food in one hand as he waits for Yoongi to come. And, when he appears, Jimin looks at him and runs his free hand through his hair, pulling the black fringe back and smiling on the sexiest way he can.
Yoongi laughs so pure and innocent that he almost feels bad for his dirty mind and the images it produces of same pure mouth.
"The food has arrived!" , he says blinking rapidly, ignoring the heat that hit his body at the thought of the double meaning that the phrase holds for him.
"Hello, sexy delivery boy", Yoongi greets him ruffling his hair and making room for Jimin to enter. He hurries to leave the food on the desk, sitting in the big leather chair in the next moment and ignoring the snort of a fake mad Yoongi.
"Is this the song you are working on?", he asks, looking curiously at the video program on display on the monitor. Yoongi agrees with a hum as he sits on the spacious couch, reaching for the food in the bags without taking his chair back, "Can I listen to it?”
"Don't you even think about it, Park Jimin.", he answers right away, "Did you eat?”
"I'm not hungry, I brought it for you”, he shrugs, turning the chair so it's facing Yoongi and receives a suspicious look for it.
Forcing himself to forget about his nerves, Jimin starts playing with the sleeves of his long shirt, fingers almost entirely covered by the fabric while pretending to not notice the way the older is watching him intensely while eating.
"You don’t think I actually believed in all that 'good dongsaeng' bullshit, do you?", Yoongi asks with an arched eyebrow and a small smile as he repeats the words Jimin wrote earlier.
"Yah, when have I not been a good dongsaeng for hyung?", he contests, lower lip jutting out just enough to form a pout that Yoongi never fails to find adorable.
"What do you really want, Jiminie?", he presses. Ah, hyung, so many things... Jimin takes a deep breath and presses his lips together as he gathers some courage to bring up the topic. "You know you can tell me everything, don’t you?”
Shit, how is that that Yoongi is so fucking adorable at the wrong time?
"Hm, it’s not really what I want, I mean, yeah, but... aish ", he tries looking anywhere other than Yoongi. Confused by Jimin’s reaction, Yoongi leaves the food on the desk and leans on the couch to get near Jimin, both hands on each of the younger's knees. And Jimin's body is so fucking sensitive because of his dirty unwanted thoughts from earlier that the minimum weight that Yoongi’s big hands puts on his knees is already enough to make him catch his breath in a way he can only hope that has been discreet. He swallows hard before speaking again. "Have you seen the amount of views that Agust D has gotten? I only saw positive comments, hyungie, I am really proud", he says smiling in a nervous way, hoping for it to work.
Of course it doesn’t.
"Are you gonna tell me sometime today or…? ‘Cause, seriously, don't worry about the music I left unfinished, we have plenty of time in our agenda", Yoongi says with a mocking smile, holding his face in one hand after placing the elbow on Jimin’s knee, "I have all night to…”
"How good are you with your tongue?", he releases in one go.
Subtle, Jimin, congratulations, that's exactly how you were supposed to say it.
Yoongi chokes on nothing, coughing a few times before returning his gaze to Jimin, his mouth slightly open and eyes wide without understanding anything about the turn that this conversation takes.
"With my... Jimin, what the fuck are you talking about?", he asks while straightening up on the couch, frowning as he stares at Jimin's completely red face.
Jimin wants to run away and, if possible, never see Yoongi ever again. But, as he has no way of making it happen, he just bites his bottom lip as hard as he can and tries to formulate a coherent explanation in his head before speaking. The damage is already done, Yoongi won't let it slip. And what could be the worse Yoongi can say?
He had already repeatedly caught Yoongi staring at him, eyes fixed on his mouth and his body when the rapper thought no one was looking, his fingers always light caressing Jimin's neck. Of course, he could have read it all wrong and Yoongi can be even straight despite the lyrics, but he can't think about that now.
Jimin is a man with a mission, a goal. And what does it really worth having his dignity intact if he doesn’t get to make real all the screams he already dreamt releasing several times because of Yoongi’s tongue?
That perfect pink and suckable...
Jimin takes a deep breath before he speaks again, opening his legs as he pushes the chair more forward with his feet and getting Yoongi between it.
"You heard me, hyung...", he forces his voice to be as firm as possible, keeping it low for safety. Turns out that it ends up having an additional effect as he notes Yoongi's breathing getting heavier with the loaded tone of his voice. Not that he knew it would happen, of course, because if he did, he would have done it on purpose. "How good you are with your tongue?”
"What exactly do you want to know, Jimin?", he asks nervously, trying to disguise the way his heart beats fast because of Jimin’s closeness. Something tells him that his heart rate won’t decrease after the next answer, but he also refuses to allow himself imagine anything implied in Jimin’s question.
His pure sweet Jimin, all that sexy pose he sees on stage is just that, right? A persona?
"I want to know, Yoongi-hyung...", he begins to explain, stressing the honorific on purpose, "If the movements of your flexible tongue can send me to Hong Kong ”, he puts it as directly as he could think of.
That’s it.
He said it.
Now it's Yoongi’s decision if he sends Jimin back home and never look at his face again or if he gives wings to Jimin’s imagination.
Fuck, he wishes it's the second option.
Yoongi exhales forcely, hands visibly closing into fists next to his body and eyes fixed on Jimin so that Jimin gets to see the way his pupils dilate at the same time Yoongi hears the phrase. Any confusion that the rapper might have felt before disappears at the exact time he hears the verse he himself had composed being said in that provocative way by Jimin.
A true angel uttering sins so enticing to Yoongi.
And Yoongi should deny it, he knows it. Should stand up and push the chair away from him, pretend to not understand the implication of Jimin’s words. But thing is he can't . He doesn’t want it.
Shit, he doesn’t want that, not even a little bit.
Right in front of him is Jimin, the Park fucking Jimin he always imagined how would it be like kissing, touching as he wish, hearing his distorted moans. He insn't going to fucking deny the guy he has been wanting the most all of his life because of silly things like his conscience.
Who the fuck even needs that?
He breathes. Deeply.
"I don’t think it would be very fair if I answer that, Jimin...", he finally says leaning over Jimin, hands finding his knees once again, face very close to the other boy's, "It'd be a partial view, wouldn’t it?", Jimin leans toward him without even realizing what he is doing, too caught up on his hyung’s brown eyes to pay attention on how the distance between his face and Yoongi’s has decreased considerably. "I mean, I know what I am capable of...", Yoongi laughs with a snort, eyes casting down to Jimin’s parted lips and hands starting to climb the thick thighs of the younger slowly, as if giving him time to get away if he wanted. But, of course, to get away never was a part of Jimin’s plans. Not with the heavenly shivers that takes over his body at every millimeter Yoongi’s pretty fingers moves by, warming Jimin’s skin immediately even if he doesn’t feel the touch directly under the jeans. "And I know I can turn you into a mess under me, Park, using whatever you want.”
Jimin doesn’t have it in him to feel embarrassed of himself by the low moan that he let out, almost imperceptible. The atmosphere in the room getting heavy as the seconds pass by, the tension filling the studio as Yoongi’s voice became lower and hoarser, in that same way that never fails to drive Jimin crazy. Yoongi is still observing Jimin’s mouth intently when Jimin also gets to look at Yoongi’s thin lips, completely taken over by an almost immediate urge to feel it against his own.
Yoongi must taste so fucking good, his lips should fit so well against his, that Jimin almost can feel his mouth watering at the prospect of taking it.
Jimin runs his tongue between his lips once more, unable to help himself, and that's when he sees the way Yoongi’s mouth moves on it’s own in response, lips opening up a bit more before the boy starts to come closer.
"Then show me, hyung... Let me answer that for you..." his voice is just a whisper now, almost impossible to hear if not for their proximity and the absolute silence at the studio. Not that it makes any difference.
Without another word, Yoongi resumes to hover his hands further over Jimin’s thighs - thighs that always fascinated him - harder this time, more determined, until it reaches his knees. Then he pulls Jimin closer to him, opening the boy’s legs to the maximum that the chair allows which, given the distance between the arms of the large chair, is quite much.
With a slight shiver running through his body by the idea of Jimin‘s flexibility, Yoongi sticks his lips to the younger’s ones, drowning out the satisfied whimper that Jimin lets out, feeling the other’s little fingers tangling into the platinum strands of Yoongi’s hair at the same time. Fuck, the wave of satisfaction that takes over Jimin only by touching that hair that he saw so many times in the most impure dreams he has had with his hyung is simply indescribable... And Yoongi’s mouth, fuck fuck , it’s so perfect!
If Yoongi is already so goddamn good with his tongue with only a kiss, the urge to find out what else he can do with the rest of Jimin’s body only increases.
Yoongi doesn’t wait for any permissions, doesn’t begin with innocent pecks or touches.
He kisses just like Jimin has always imagined he would: strong, intense, dominant.
His tongue invades Jimin’s mouth with a property of one who certainly knows what he is doing and is fully aware of doing it well.
From the very first moment, their tongues never run apart, tangling and touching, demanding them both to increase their contact while moving their heads from side to side in order to get more space to make their tongues meet. Jimin didn’t know it was possible to get so hard just by eyefucking and a single kiss, but it’s exactly what is happening now. Yoongi’s hands on Jimin don't help at all, a firm grip that leaves Jimin wanting the older even more, body moving further forward in the chair as an automatic response of his body to Yoongi, almost as if something in Yoongi pulls Jimin to him. His legs are almost completely spread to Yoongi, the last bit of resistance that exists being caused by the fabric of his jeans and he has never wanted to take it off as much as he does now as he feels the suffocating grip of it on his cock.
Closing his lips around Jimin's tongue, Yoongi breaks the kiss and begins to suck it gently, eyes still closed while Jimin opens his own.
He can see the pleasured expression that Yoongi's face holds while his hyung moves his head almost as if he was sucking another part of Jimin. He already knew Yoongi could be extremely provocative when he wants to, but holy shit Jimin has never imagined that having him being provocative just for him was going to be so fucking sexy as he is right now.
The already tight way that Jimin is holding on Yoongi's hair increases automatically, a gasp escaping his lips as Yoongi returns to slot his mouth against his, kissing him again. The rapper starts to run his hands up on Jimin's thighs, panting as he realizes the almost straight path they are taking because of the way Jimin is sitting spread for him, stopping only when he reaches the round cheeks, sighing by finally having them under his fingers. And fuck, how many times has he eyed Jimin's body, discreetly and indiscreetly, dying to touch him? And the feeling is even better than he could have ever imagined. He pulls Jimin further forward, bringing the boy up to his lap and dragging him over his thighs to leave him right on Yoongi’s erection, they both groan in unison when Jimin is finally well positioned there, not even an inch of his body away from Yoongi’s.
"That's what you want to know, Jimin?" Yoongi asks hoarsely, getting his lips close to the skin of Jimin’s neck and leaving hickeys and harsh bites along the way. "Have you already tasted enough of hyung's tongue?" Jimin feels himself quiver by the almost pornographic way that the question comes out.
"Y-You know I haven't..." he gasps, "It's not enough, hyung... ", says as he begins to wiggle in Yoongi's lap, hard cock bumping on Yoongi’s with every move he makes, pulsing inside the tight jeans as he feels Yoongi’s length against his. Would his desire for the rapper stop increasing at some point?
"So tell me, Jimin", Yoongi starts again as he climbs one of his hands to the collar of Jimin’s shirt, using the index to pull it down so that there is more space to abuse of Jimin’s soft skin, marking it up with the same eager and possessiveness that he already did for his neck. To hell with the concern with cameras, staffs, the members - they were only rehearsing all week along and Jimin is right here on his lap, sighing every second and seeming to be enjoying himself as much as Yoongi is. None of that were going to stop him from doing whatever he wants with his favorite dongsaeng. He would do anything to make Jimin completely satisfied and would do it very well. "Tell hyung how you want to feel his tongue...”
"Fuck" he gasps, feeling heat rising up his neck while being slightly embarrassed. He doesn’t stop the movements he is doing on Yoongi’s lap, however, instead, he turns it even more needy, more desperate, as Yoongi’s fingers draw closer to the gap between Jimin’s asscheeks, not touching his covered entrance by millimeters.
"I asked you a question, Jimin-ah.", Yoongi reinforces in an authoritative way, pulling Jimin closer by the collar of his shirt so he can pull Jimin’s lower lip to his mouth. He sucks it with ease to which Jimin moans loudly.
"I want...", Jimin begins, moving himself away from Yoongi to free his lip from the grip, feeling it hurt lightly right away, "I want you to suck me, hyung", he finally answers, getting a understanding hum from Yoongi, reticent as if encouraging him to continue and dissatisfied with the short response he received. "I want hyung’s tongue going down all over my body ‘till it reaches my dick and then I want hyung to put it in his mouth... I want him to suck me all, to let me be completely wet, and then I want him to continue going down...", the the way Yoongi was holding his ass becomes even more hard as Yoongi almost growls at Jimin’s words, which only makes Jimin smile cockily.
Fuck, Yoongi should have known he can't tease Jimin as he please and expects him to not retaliate. Jimin is a 24/7 sin, after all. And it can get even worse when Jimin intends to be.
“Yeah, right there, hyung ... want you to make me clench around your tongue in the same way as I imagine would happen around your cock... Do you think you can to do that to me, hyung?", he asks lowly. Provocative.
But Jimin was never prepared for how Yoongi changes their position at once, practically throwing the younger on the couch and lying on top of him, the hands that were on his ass going to the back of his thighs and spreading them to each side of Yoongi’s body and standing by his knees in the middle. Their bodies now practically glued, not an inch apart, as well as their mouths, and not even the hard kiss Yoongi starts is able to drown out the loud groans that Yoongi rips out of Jimin by curling his body against his and simulating thrusts. It is almost impossible for Jimin to return the kiss, such speed and mastery of Yoongi’s tongue against his, demanding a concentration that he doesn’t have at the moment, especially when Yoongi opens the button and zipper of Jimin’s pants in an absurd hurry.
When the rapper finally finishes opening the piece of clothing that is irritating them both the most at the time, Yoongi breaks the kiss and gets up minimally. His hands surpassing the waistband of the jeans and the boxer at once, bypassing Jimin’s hips to reach the back of his body and pressing the flesh between his fingers before lowering his hands and carrying the clothes with the movement. Jimin lets himself be partially lifted from the couch, helping Yoongi to finish taking his clothes that are soon thrown anywhere on the floor, leaving him with only the white loose shirt he wore earlier.
Yoongi takes a few seconds to observe him.
They had barely begun and Jimin already has a completely satisfied expression on his face, plump lips swollen and red, flushed face, completely messy hair in addition to the purple and red marks displayed on his neck and collarbones and fuck, Yoongi just knows he could never take that scene out of his head now.
With a pure look of devotion on his face, he casts his eyes down Jimin’s body, not failing to notice the contrast between the innocent image created by the way the long sleeves of his shirt covering his hands almost entirely and giving him sweater paws and the completely breathtaking image that is Jimin’s cock curved upright against his belly, over the shirt. “We’re keeping it”, he mentions. The precum is already dripping in abundance and creating a completely tempting wet spot on the fabric and, as much as his eyes have continued a path to those delicious tanned thighs, it soon returns to Jimin’s reddish cockhead.
Leaving his hands on Jimin’s waist, Yoongi doesn’t think twice before lowering his body and sticking his tongue out of his mouth to run it down the length of Jimin’s cock till it reaches the tip, licking the slit and the wet part of Jimin’s shirt just to have a taste.
"Shit, Jimin, have someone ever told you how good you taste?", Yoongi asks with that husky voice of his, running his tongue between his thin lips provocatively, eyes going up towards Jimin's face only to find the boy with his lips parted and eyes staring into Yoongi’s own mouth. Yoongi smiles widely and cockily at that, pleased with himself for causing it to him.
Jimin wants to punch himself for spending too much time staring at that pretty gummy smile that doesn’t match in anything with the older’s actions at that very moment.
“A-ah, hyung!", Jimin screams, immediately raising his hands to Yoongi’s hair when he feels the way Yoongi holds his cock by the base with a little force, giving short licks only to the slit and making Jimin see stars behind closed eyes.
When Yoongi appears to be satisfied with the screams that he has torn from Jimin, he closes his mouth around the head in a slow, excruciating way, his tongue following the movement as he slides a little lower on Jimin’s cock by each second. "Hyung!", he calls again, now almost breathless with excitement, fingers pulling hard at the blond strands stuck in his hands.
He opens his eyes with a lot of effort to observe the scene the moment Yoongi’s nose touches his navel, finding brown eyes narrowed and fixed on his own as Yoongi’s throat welcomes his cock so fucking well in a grip that feels perfect.
It’s insane how Yoongi is so good in doing anything and, mentally, Jimin pats himself on the back for those few minutes of courage that led him here.
After a few seconds, Yoongi raises his head finding almost no resistance from Jimin that is still panting. Yoongi is breathing heavily, some spit and precum strings connected to Jimin’s cock and a drop even starting to drip from the corner of Yoongi’s red lips, a wonderful detail when observed along to the moist glossy lips and flushed face.
"Fuck, hyung, you have no idea how pretty you... Oh!", Jimin’s words are interrupted when Yoongi holds his body on a firm grip, forcing Jimin to turn around and lie down on his stomach.
"Sorry, Jiminie...", Yoongi startswith a fucking ironic tone and a hoarse voice near Jimin’s ear, body placed over Jimin’s so that nothing gets in the way of the indiscreet volume in Yoongi’s pants presses against Jimin’s ass, "You were saying?”
Jimin wishes he could say he doesn’t like the way Yoongi seems to command the situation, wants to complain about how he looks so cocky and full of himself, but he can’t.
And not just because Yoongi left him speechless with these sudden actions, but because it would be a blatant lie .
He isn’t used to that power dynamic, but Yoongi has something that makes him want to just let it go, to discover until where Yoongi goes and just surrender to his hyung completely. To obey. He’s hornier than he has ever felt in his whole life and nothing he said would be enough to deny it.
So, knowing what Yoongi wants and wanting to tease him as much as he can, Jimin get on his knees, turning his head just enough to see the hungry expression on Yoongi's face as Yoongi watches his ass without even blinking, lower lip tightly stuck between his teeth.
Motivated by the reaction and without stopping to look at it, Jimin just smirks, pleased with the effect his action has on Yoongi. He stretches his arms on the sofa, lets his upper body slides and holds himself only by his knees and chest like a cat, exposing himself even more to Yoongi and watching his hyung’s open mouth, amazed by the sight before Yoongi breathes through clenched teeth.
Yoongi raises a hand to touch it with almost devotion, fingers touching both sides of Jimin's ass with an impressive care while looking speechless.
Wanting to test the rest of the Yoongi’s self-control, Jimin deliberately clenches his hole once before wiggling his hips from side to side, causing a guttural sound from Yoongi that makes all Jimin’s few body hair prickle and, as quickly as the calm has settled there, it’s gone, taken by the extremely loud slap Yoongi leaves in one of Jimin’s asscheeks, squeezing it between his long fingers next.
"You really are a little shit, Park Jimin, fuck... So hot. .." he whispers the last part, almost as if it were not for Jimin to listen.
But Jimin has no time to think about it because the next moment, Yoongi has already put his asscheeks apart and has his head down in their midst, his lips touching the skin very close to the pink hole, sucking it with the same force when he sucked Jimin’s neck minutes ago.
Jimin moans slowly, heat taking over his body and chills embracing him by the proximity of Yoongi’s mouth from the place where he really needs it the most.
Leaving a bite on the same place where a red mark is forming, Yoongi pulls away, dragging his thumb over the crack, up and down with all calm in the world, but stopping before reaching the place where he knows Jimin wants him.
"Y-Yoongi... hyung, stop t-teasing… Oh, fuck you, Yoongi, please!...", Jimin begs trying to move his body to make Yoongi reach where he needs, but Yoongi holds him in place with a firm grip on his waist, stopping him from moving.
"What do you want, Jimin? Huh?", Yoongi asks back, lowering his head to drag his teeth lightly by the tempting arch that Jimin’s ass forms in that position. "So beautiful Jimin, fuck, you don’t know how perfect you are like this…”
"I want your mouth... Now, hyung, please...", Jimin tries again, his eyes already closing just by Yoongi’s touches.
"Like that?", Yoongi teases, dragging his mouth to the side to brush his lips gently over Jimin’s rim, making the younger tremble under his hands.
"Nng, no, fuck, hyung, you know what I want...", Jimin says trying to get some sanity back.
But it’s not easy when Yoongi’s hot breath reaches his entrance so heavenly, making him feel an absurd heat going up throughout his body.
"You'll have to do better than that, Jimin-ah...", Yoongi speaks in that drawl voice and Jimin can almost hear the smile that accompanies it. Fucking tease.
With a determination motivated by impatience, Jimin swings a hand over his back, grabbing Yoongi’s hair again and directing his mouth to the place where he really wants it.
All the humor that Yoongi was feeling is now replaced by the urge to finally taste one more place of Jimin’s pretty body. His tongue slips between his lips almost without him realising and starts to move in straight lines by the surface of Jimin’s little hole on a slow pace at first.
Jimin groans looking relieved and distracted, the grip on Yoongi’s hair decreasing considerably as Yoongi starts to leave short and continuous licks, Jimin’s back arching even more, if possible, whole body seeming to combust.
With a murmur of approval, Yoongi begins to move his tongue faster now, circling and licking, almost as if savoring Jimin.
It is like Yoongi is kissing him, tongue doesn't stop moving even a second and Jimin feels himself getting even more sensitive to each one of Yoongi’s touches, more aware of the icy feeling that takes over him as Yoongi goes away by millimeters to blow against the wetness Yoongi himself is making just to see the smaller body shivers in front of him.
"Jimin..." he mutters as he leaves a hickey on the skin of Jimin’s asshole, seeming as lost in himself as Jimin is, and hears Jimin screaming as loud as ever. Only then he stops holding Yoongi’s hair and moves his hand to cover his own mouth with it, embarrassed.
It is no secret that Yoongi has a huge admiration for Jimin’s voice and, if he already thought it was beautiful before, it was because he still hadn’t heard it distorted in moans and pleas of pleasure and lust.
The way Jimin seems to have no control of the sounds that he is making makes it even more wonderful, more pleasant to Yoongi’s ears, makes him want to cause much more of it, to suck him and lick him even more eager just to be able to hear Jimin dropping all of his self-control because of Yoongi.
And that's why he was quick to realize that Jimin drowned out the sounds he was making, getting away from him immediately.
"Don’t ." he orders, "I want to hear you. Your moans, your pleas, your screams. I’ve just found out that I love my name coming out of your mouth.”
"You already heard it t-too much, hyung...", Jimin says back breathlessly, his voice still a little muffled, not pleasing Yoongi even a little.
"Oh, Jimin... I don't think you understand..." Yoongi begins, slowly dragging his palms by Jimin’s ass, toward the middle. "I'm not asking.”
Yoongi dryly laughs, running his tongue again on Jimin’s rim before directing a thumb to his entrance, circling it a few times. Then he pushes the tip inside without warning and pulls it a little to the side, bringing out a loud groan from Jimin.
With an even bigger smile on his face, Yoongi does the same with the other thumb, making more space there, and doesn’t stop teasing Jimin even when he finally begins to scream again. The hand on his mouth long forgotten and now laid on the couch next to his face, his fingers desperately trying to support his body on the black leather couch when Yoongi’s tongue enters the space he has created.
“Hyung! Oh, fuck! H-hyung!”, Yoongi moves his tongue from the inside out quickly, the soft feeling of the muscle gradually spreading him and making him wet being much more than he can endure without screaming again and again.
He has never considered himself the loud kind of person, but with Yoongi sucking him that good, literally fucking him with his tongue as he is doing right now, Jimin is no longer sure of anything.
"You're so tight, Jimin...", Yoongi murmurs amazed, moving one thumb in Jimin’s tiny hole before leaving a few kisses on the skin around it, "It has almost no space for my tongue in here.”
"Shitshit, Y-Yoongi... more, please, please...", Jimin begs, too aroused to worry about the whiny way of which his voice comes out.
"Whatever you want, Jiminie", Yoongi murmurs back.
Using his fingers to open Jimin further for him, Yoongi bows his head once again, so completely satisfied between Jimin’s asscheeks, nose buried in his ass, and begins to move his tongue in circles inside the hole. Jimin feels the precum dripping from his cock, he feels it every time his cock throbs, whole body twitching in response to Yoongi’s actions and somewhere in his mind he makes a mental note to never again doubt what Yoongi says in his lyrics.
Or to doubt even more, maybe, since the last time he did that he ended like this with Yoongi’s tongue working him up so good.
He has never felt anything like that.
Yoongi eats him out as if he is his favorite dessert, the fast and flexible movements of his tongue, like on his song, turning Jimin into a moaning, whimpering, and
pleading mess in front of him. His body moves, rocking, trying to meet Yoongi’s mouth halfway and he begs without words for Yoongi to continue doing what he is doing.
Not being able to find a way to holds himself on the sofa, Jimin’s fingers goes to find the sleeves of the blouse he still has on his body, pulling and twisting it before taking it to his mouth to bite on it. Whenever he did it, however, Yoongi would stop tongue-fucking him to drag his teeth over the sensitive skin of Jimin’s rim, gently but with clear warning of what Yoongi is demanding from him.
And Jimin is in no position to challenge his hyung.
Yoongi could go on forever.
Jimin tastes so fucking good and Yoongi already has spit running down the corners of his mouth and his chin and a few drops slowly drips down his neck.
It is messy, it is sinful, and Yoongi moans in a hoarse way from time to time, the vibration being felt by Jimin at all those times, making his hole clench involuntarily and shamelessly every time it happens.
"Fuck, hyung, I feel so... so… wet", he decides with a failed attempt of a laugh at the end.
Yoongi smiles, stopping the movements of his tongue to get his face away from him, kneeling behind him and getting a few inches above his ass.
Staring at the side of Jimin’s face that is visible, eyes focused on his, he gathers a bit of spit on the tip of his tongue, opens his mouth carefully and, staring only once at the crack between Jimin’s asscheeks, he lets the spit drips all the way down to his hole, all the while being rewarded by Jimin’s dragged and thin moans, pretty body shivering violently by Yoongi’s act.
"N-no, that's not what... Holy fucking shit, it was really not what I meant, you asshole!” he laughs, "Yoongi!” Jimin cries again when the older takes one of the fingers out of his entrance, positioning it where the path of spit begins and dragging it to Jimin’s rim, completely clenched by then.
And, slowly, he begins to stick his middle finger there, using the wetness he himself has caused to slide its entire length inward, moaning along with Jimin as they feel how tight Jimin still is.
"Fuck, Jimin... I want to feel you squeezing my tongue that same way" Yoongi speaks on a low and hoarse voice, a little scratchy after all that time he spent without using it and begins to move his finger in and out of Jimin.
The boy thinks he might pass out right there, the amount of spit in and on his asshole making the movements of Yoongi’s long finger even more more pornographic to their ears and making him want to move his body halfway to it, hole clenching once again and Jimin doesn’t know if it’s on purpose because of what Yoongi said or not.
But only the thought of pleasing his hyung gets him doing it once again.
"So perfect, Jimin... You take so well whatever it is that I give you... So good for your hyung...", he continues while fascinately watching the perfect way Jimin’s entrance swallows his finger.
Bowing his head once again, Yoongi runs his tongue by Jimin’s rim, right next to his own finger, before continue going down with it, licking with the right amount of pressure over Jimin’s perineum. He stops there only to lightly close his lips there, causing Jimin to gasp, legs instinctively closing a bit and making it more irresistible for Yoongi to put Jimin’s balls on his mouth, both at once.
Yoongi sucks at them with a calm that doesn’t seem to fit with Jimin’s trembling body, his legs shaking and hands closing in fists against the sofa.
"Y-Yoonie... Nng… ", he wants to say something, anything, but nothing leaves his mouth. He seems to have forgotten how to speak anything other than Yoongi’s name and ends up repeating it several times, in several different intonations, one needier than the other.
"I'll make you come now, Jiminie, do you want that? " Yoongi asks him after taking him out of his mouth between the kisses he is leaving on the backside of Jimin’s thighs, "Want me to show you that, whether it's a guy or girl, my tongue will make you come?”, he continues with a snorted laugh, but his mention only makes Jimin moan again by hearing the phrase that has already much repeated in his thoughts now spoken in a hoarser way than he was used to and so close to him.
"Yes, hyung, yes, yes, please!”, he manages to say, sounding way too whiny and eager. "You have no idea how much I imagined that..."
Yoongi laughs heartily at his words.
"Yeah? Thought about hyung eating your pretty hole, fucking it with his tongue?" Jimin hums, "You're so dirty, Park Jimin..." he says taking his finger from his ass quickly to hold Jimin’s hands, bringing it to his back as he uses his free hand to pull Jimin up on his knees and get his legs parted. Jimin is too distracted on his own arousal to resist or to do something by himself.
When Yoongi manages to get enough space, he stretches his legs between Jimin’s, leaving the boy knelt, and lays down on the couch until he has Jimin’s parted legs above his face, biting his lower lip because of the vision he has before dropping Jimin’s hands in order to hold his waist.
"Now sit down, Jimin", he orders in a low voice, feeling his whole body shiver with the way Jimin gasps upon hearing the command. "Sit."
Jimin allows himself to feel a minimal bit of shame and to be vaguely aware of his warm pinkish cheeks, but he definitely isn’t going to question his hyung.
Holding the hem of his shirt, he pulls it up in order to get it a little higher and puts his other hand on one of Yoongi’s thighs, arching his back lightly before starting to lower his body right towards Yoongi’s mouth with a calm he definitely wasn’t feeling.
When he gets very close, Yoongi holds at his waist tightly and pulls him down quickly to end the distance.
Would it be too absurd of Yoongi to say that even if he still has Jimin’s taste in his mouth, he's already beginning to miss it?
With a loud and surprised groan, Jimin feels Yoongi’s tongue back to trespass his rim, without teasing this time.
Yoongi is in a hurry, is eager to hear Jimin’s moans again, to feel him tremble and shiver as a result of his touches. His touches and no one else’s.
He moves his tongue in circles, sometimes passing it over Jimin’s rim and continuing the way to the beginning of the perineum and this is when he can feel Jimin’s legs threatening to close minimally around his head even without Jimin’s awareness, a clear indication of his sensitivity there. But Yoongi wants more, wants to feel Jimin’s grip on his tongue, wants to make him have the absolute best orgasm of his entire life only with his mouth, make him an even greater mess, and Jimin certainly wants it as much as Yoongi.
Yoongi already left him at the verge of an orgasm so many times that he feels like he can come at any time now, without even touching his cock as he hasn’t done so far.
Slipping his hands out of Jimin’s waist down to his ass, Yoongi spreads Jimin’s ass even more, getting both sides away enough so he could see better the way Jimin clenches around nothing due to the sudden exposure and lack of contact, Yoongi’s mouth returning to water just by that.
"Hold yourself open for me, baby...", Yoongi asks lowly without taking his eyes off the little hole. Jimin nods helplessly, eyes closed as he releases his shirt and places his own hands above Yoongi’s, spreading his asscheeks to the maximum, helping his hyung, “Shit.”
Taking his hand from under Jimin’s, Yoongi gets two of his fingers on Jimin’s hole once again, placing just their tip inside together; Slowly, Jimin’s head falls back as his mouth opens in a silent moan and his body sinks down further on Yoongi’s face, Yoongi’s breath being felt by him and making all the sensations more intense.
Without giving Jimin time to getting used to the intrusion, Yoongi forces his fingers there, fingertips slightly bent so that it reaches directly against Jimin’s prostate and making the boy arch his back, surprised.
“Yoongi!," he screams again, breathing extremely heavily and failing as he begins to sit back on Yoongi’s fingers, wanting him to repeat it.
And Yoongi does, fingers streching Jimin’s asshole and distracting him from his real intentions, letting him think that he is finally getting Yoongi to do what he wants.
So when Jimin turns his head a bit to see Yoongi, mouth opening to ask him to not stop fingerfucking him, Yoongi looks up, head going up and leaving the sofa only for him to be able to reach the boy above him as he stretches out his tongue and inserts it in Jimin’s entrance as much as he can between his two spread fingers, pulling out another scream from his dongsaeng.
Without moving his fingers, he uses them only to keep Jimin’s asshole open and to press its tips directly at Jimin’s prostate, keeping them there all the time as he moves his tongue in and out of Jimin, sometimes swirling it inside and letting Jimin even more lost.
Yoongi isn’t trying to prepare Jimin for him by having his fingers inside him or anything, doesn’t even think about that or something that isn’t Jimin sitting on his mouth. His face is pressed between Jimin’s asscheeks, nose buried in his crack and the fingers of the his other hand still pulling Jimin further down, fingers gripping so hard on the prettily flushed skin that he is sure it will leave marks afterwards.
Jimin came to him asking about what his tongue can do and, if Jimin wants to come only by Yoongi’s tongue, that is what he will get.
Jimin’s back arches back even more, body almost falling forward by the way his spine is arched and his hands still gripping his ass, knuckles already white because of the effort, skin shivering more as each minute passes by, and Yoongi can feel Jimin’s thighs shaking with fragility around his head.
"H-hyung! Fuck, fuck, fuck, I'm gonna come! Ah, hyung ! Yoongi-hyung!”, every word Jimin voices is cut by fucking staccato moans, his voice trembling in an oh so tempting way to Yoongi, and knowing that Jimin is close only makes Yoongi eat him out even more willingly.
He begins to move his head from side to side, licking fast and short before pushing his tongue to the maximum in Jimin’s reddish rim by pressing Jimin’s most sensitive point one last time before pulling both fingers at once.
"Hyung! ", he shouts pressing his ass down, almost suffocating Yoongi, and feels himself clenching unintentionally tight around Yoongi’s tongue, just as Yoongi said he wanted him to do, almost painfully, nails digging into the skin on the back of the blonde’s hands as he pushes his body down searching for more.
Then he goes stiff, whimpers becoming loud moans as he comes all over his shirt and Yoongi’s clothes, but neither Jimin nor Yoongi can't care less.
Jimin’s vision is blurred, black dots popping up all the time in front of his eyesight and his throat is burning with a shameful loud final moan that he lets out, breath coming in heavy snorts from his mouth. He feels his whole body weakening after his muscles finally relax, going limp on Yoongi.
His orgasm has been strong, intense, certainly the best he has ever had and he can’t get himself to have any reaction besides raising his ass from Yoongi’s face with much effort, needing some help from the older in order to be able to lay beside him.
"So? How good do you think hyung is with his tongue, Jiminie?”, Yoongi asks mockingly when Jimin shifts to lay his head on his shoulder, eyes scanning every centimeter of Jimin’s sweaty and content face.
Jimin mutters anything that Yoongi takes as a swearing and he was about to comment about it, if it isn't for the way Jimin curls one leg over his body, bumping on his hard on and making him moan loudly just with that.
Yoongi has been so focused on Jimin that he hasn’t even had given attention to the way his cock throbbed several times, only now feeling the squeeze on his cock beneath the tight jeans and boxer that makes him gasp to every little move he makes to get away from Jimin’s touch, such sensitivity.
Jimin opens his eyes immediately, a lazy side smile appearing on his plump lips, pleased by the pretty sound that came out of Yoongi’s mouth because of him, as he thinks about many ways to thank his hyung for everything he has made him feel.
"Let me help you...", Jimin says in a drawl, very close to Yoongi’s ear to which he sighs as he feels the slide of soft lips on the shell, "Fuck me, hyung... I want you inside me, want your cock. Want you to make me cry, to make me even wetter than you've already made… Use me, hyung.”
Yoongi doesn’t even think about denying.
He’s tasted enough of Jimin to already get addicted to the boy and he can’t pretend he doesn't feel his cock throb again only by imagining the tight feeling of Jimin’s little hole on his rock-hard cock.
He kneels on the couch at a impressive speed and throws the shirt he was wearing somewhere on the floor while Jimin lies back and lets one leg hangs from the couch and the other he leaves on the side of Yoongi’s body by bending his knee. As Yoongi gets to open the button of his jeans and the zipper, Jimin puts a hand on his cock, jerking himself off quickly despite the sensitivity caused by the recent orgasm.
Yoongi bites his lower lip to prevent himself from groaning loudly again and he doesn't know if it’s from the relief he feels by being free from the tightness of the jeans or from watching Jimin touching himself under him with a fucking teasing smile on his face, all the while looking at Yoongi’s cock for the first time, a wishful look on his face as he pulls away the sweaty hair stuck on his forehead using his free hand.
Yoongi definitely can never resist Park Jimin.
He doesn’t bother to take off his jeans or boxer, lowering them just enough to get them out of the way and lays his body over Jimin’s, taking his lips immediately and starting an urgent kiss.
Jimin gets one hand to Yoongi's neck, pulling him closer to him and further deepening the kiss as Yoongi pulls him by his kneecaps to get him even closer, bending Jimin’s legs and leaving them around his waist, feeling his hole clenching involuntarily when the swollen head of Yoongi’s cock brushes against it.
Jimin keeps his legs in the exact position where Yoongi has left them as the older fills him without warning or more preparation, without calm and without waiting any longer.
And Jimin loves it.
He screams that to him.
“Good?”, he asks when he is all in, just to be sure. He will be damned if he dares to hurt Park Jimin.
"Fuck yes, so so good!", Jimin moans hoarsely, unable to continue kissing back when Yoongi begins to move so vigorously inside him. Instead, his lips moves to Jimin’s neck so that he could leave more marks on his skin, heat taking over his body as he hears Jimin’s moans next to his ear in a mixture of pleasure and pain due to the continuous abuse on his already puffy pretty hole.
"Oh, Jimin, it feels so good inside you... so tight, so hot", Yoongi murmurs close to Jimin’s throat.
Jimin responds with more groans, the pain he barely feels already has vanished because of the amazing rimming he has received, the movements of his hand on his cock following each one of Yoongi’s nonstopping thrusts, and he crosses one leg around Yoongi’s hips, making him go deeper inside him. "So greedy, Jiminie, is my cock that good for you? So good you can’t be satisfied with what I give you, need to take more? Fucking cockslut, you love it so much, don't you?”
"Y-Yoon...!", he gasps arching his back and putting their bodies closer, the only space between them now being the area he uses to move his hand.
Yoongi drags his mouth by Jimin’s neck down to his collarbones and gets away from Jimin only to continue running down his mouth over the singer's body, teeth brushing on one of Jimin’s nipples, over his shirt. "Oh!", he gasps violently when Yoongi bites the bud, hole immediately clenching around Yoongi’s cock, causing Yoongi’s rhythm to falter once, an absurd pleasure taking over his body in waves by the unexpected increased grip.
Yoongi holds Jimin’s other leg and places it around his body too, feeling the boy crosses his ankles to keep the grip steady even when Yoongi fully releases his body, one hand going to the armrest above Jimin’s head and the other getting Jimin’s shirt up. He doesn’t want to take it off entirely, however - he likes too much of the innocent vibe that the huge shirt gives Jimin -, so he just takes it in order to expose his ridiculously well-defined abs and brownish nipples, which almost makes his mouth salivate. Yoongi gets the hem to Jimin’s mouth, smiling as the boy sticks his tongue out to pull it more easily before holding the fabric by his teeth, understands immediately as what to do. And fuck Jimin for getting even more beautiful like that, with one of his arms folded beside his head, shirt on his mouth and eyebrows furrowed in pure bliss.
"Do you have any idea how much amazing you look right now, Jimin?", he asks, breathing heavily between the now slow and deep thrusts as a way of trying to delay the orgasm a little longer - he know was already closer than them both would like. Jimin smirks, eyes lighting up and closing on a small gesture, and shakes his head in a ‘no’, "Absolutely...", he thrusts into Jimin once, “... perfect ", and then again.
Jimin closes his eyes tightly, his back arching and his head toppling backwards.
The movement brings Yoongi’s attention back to Jimin’s nipples and he lowers his head towards one of them, circling the areola with his tongue before closing his lips around the bud and making Jimin's moan comes out muffled by the shirt. Yoongi gets back to the fast pace, the hand that wasn’t relying on the couch wandering through Jimin’s contracted abdominal muscles, feeling the skin shivers under his palm and realizing that Jimin loosens his grip on his cock to make room for the exploration that Yoongi is holding on his body.
Yoongi’s eyes won't leave Jimin's face for a second, recording in his mind each one of Jimin’s reactions as he releases the nipple and starts to leave little kitten licks on it, feeling it deliciously hard in his mouth.
He does the same on the other nipple, but not before leaving reddish hickeys all over Jimin’s chest, some of them already getting a purplish tone, taking the other nipple with a moderate force between his teeth and suck it into his mouth with ease, receiving in exchange Jimin clenching on his cock with an increased frequency. Yoongi is going fucking crazy.
His cock throbs all the time inside Jimin, his body seems to move on its own, too preoccupied to finally reach his pleasure and to see Jimin's face clearly when he comes for the second time.
"Look at you, Jiminie, squeezing me that hard even after you already came once”, he speaks on a hoarse voice, back to be fully on Jimin so that the pressure between his body and Jimin’s on the younger’s cock replaces the masturbation has Jimin stopped. He screams. "So beautiful, so good for hyung... And you were already so good, Jiminie , coming with my tongue inside you", Yoongi continues. Jimin now has his eyes rolled back, the shirt long released, the boy unable to keep his mouth shut to hold it "I didn’t need to touch you anywhere else and you came so good for me, squeezing my tongue with this pretty little hole of yours, just like you’re doing now with my cock…”
And with that Jimin discovers one more thing.
Min Yoongi’s skills with his tongue aren’t only good for kissing, sucking or fucking him like he has done.
He should have realized earlier that Yoongi is also fucking good with words.
"M-more... more hyung, keep talking…your voice , don’t stop talking, I'm so fucking close! Oh!”, he asks between moans and groans, his hand going to Yoongi’s back, nails scratching and digging on the skin there as if it was the only possible way to keep his sanity, making Yoongi gasp.
"My voice turns you on, Jimin-ah? Ah, who knew you'd be that dirty little boy, huh?", he asks mockingly, a smirk stuck on the corner of his lips. Jimin’s asshole squeezes his cock again. "Do you have any idea how you sound even hotter talking like that? I can feel you clenching even more around me every time I praise you, tell you how good you’re being for your hyung. You gonna come again, Jiminie? Gonna come while I fuck you hard, going so deep inside you?”
"Yes! Oh, I-, hyung! Yoongi! ", Jimin doesn’t even know what he is saying at that point. All that his mind can think of is Yoongi, Yoongi and more Yoongi. The hard thrusts on his ass so well-aimed at his prostate every fucking time, the long fingers holding his ass firmly, the pressure with which his member is being stimulated between their bodies, the fucking hoarse voice of Yoongi.
It is all too much.
"Can you feel, Jimin? Can you feel how hard you make me for you, how... Fuck, can you feel how my dick pulses for you?”, too much. Definitely too much. "I'm gonna come, Jimin, and you will like that very much, won’t you? To feel yourself so wet, completely full because of me… Gonna feel me in this tight pretty ass of yours for days.”
"P-please hyung, please! I need you, come for me! Now, hyung, o-oh! Yoongi!”
"Fuck, Jimin, yes! Yes, just like that!", Yoongi groans along with Jimin one last time with a particularly hard thrust, coming at the same time as Jimin, bodies jerk up on the couch as Jimin clungs onto Yoongi with all the strength he has left, legs and arms fully tangled around Yoongi, head tucked down between his shoulders and his neck.
For a moment they can’t say anything, they can’t move.
Yoongi continues pulsing a few more times inside Jimin and he feels Jimin’s whole body shaking, muscles having small spasms due to the intense way they contracted when he came.
Their bodies are tired, completely wasted, frantic breaths and hearts beating fast like it it would come out of his mouth any minute.
They have no idea how much time has passed while they are still there, Jimin’s grip on Yoongi’s body having eventually loosened, and Yoongi lets his body fall over Jimin’s despite his attempts to sustain himself on his knees.
"No, please, keep it inside", Jimin asks, voice restrained and a little cracked after all the moans and screams, when he feels Yoongi starting to pull out. Yoongi nods, deciding to save a giggle just for himself while circling Jimin’s waist with his arms with a little effort and shifting them on the couch so that he can lie down and face Jimin, still inside him just as he has asked. Not that Yoongi dislike it, definitely not. "I think I understand now what you said in an interview one day about being sincere in your lyrics”.
Yoongi laughs out loud this time, his face hidden in Jimin's chest, both men’s bodies shake gently with laughter, one of Jimin’s hand covering his mouth as he laughs, in that way he always does.
However, as soon as the laugh is gone, Yoongi looks up, an extremely cocky smirk in the corner of his lips and mouth slightly opened as if he has something ready to be said.
"Don’t! Shut up, hyung, don’t you dare say anything, it’s too early for you to use what I said in the last hour against me.”
It doesn’t work, obviously.
"Yah, but I thought you like it when I talk, Jimin...", he says in a low voice that makes all the short hairs on Jimin’s nape prickle and Yoongi’s cocky smirk and expression so full of himself only turns Yoongi into an even sexier version of himself, which causes a pink color on Jimin’s cheeks by the sudden shyness, "This shame wasn’t there when you were sitting on my face.”
"Yoongi!", he complains but can’t suppress the laugh this time, making the rapper find everything even funnier.
"Ah, but just as I was about to remind you of when…”
With a firm grip on Yoongi’s waist, Jimin changes their position, getting up on Yoongi's lap, legs around his body and a groan escaping both man’s mouth as Yoongi is still inside Jimin. He bends his body down, getting his mouth very close to Yoongi’s while staring at the cat-like brown eyes.
"If you want your thoughts to be more than a memory again, you better be quiet now.", Jimin dictates, his voice getting lower at each word. Seconds before nibbling Yoongi’s lower lip when he grips tighter on his waist, his voice softens before continuing, almost innocently, "Or am I gonna need to keep you quiet myself?”
Yoongi smirks at that, making the distance between their mouths even smaller.
"The second option, please."