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They exit the restaurant a couple of hours later, warm from the food and the other’s company. After Yoongi has reached for Jimin’s hand over the table the first time, they’ve barely spent more than a few minutes without touching in any sort of way. Soft touches, gentle caresses from the tip of a finger, playful taps on the forearm; they’ve quickly become familiar with this new kind of proximity. So it’s almost natural for them to leave the italian restaurant holding hands, long fingers threading with shorter ones.
There’s a fluttering moment of silence, they’re both standing in front of the restaurant’s door, its warm light leaking from the tall windows baths them in a sea of orange hue, turning everything almost golden. Their date is technically over; it could stop there. But it’s clear that none of them wants the night to end yet. At least, Yoongi knows he doesn’t want it to end; not now, not yet. But a small part of him isn’t sure Jimin feels the same. A few scenarios quickly run through his mind, supplying this small ball of anxiety. Most of them imply that Jimin is probably tired or busy tomorrow and might want to go to bed early after this.
So Yoongi figures that if this date needs to end now, he might as well end it with flying colours. In a last act of courage, he gently tugs at his and Jimin’s joined hands, his eyes just shy to meet Jimin’s. He still sees his surprised but pleased expression as he swiftly comes closer; close enough for Yoongi to smell his enchanting cologne and feel his warmth.
Yoongi takes a deep breath, his mind swirling from Jimin’s proximity and slowly raises his free hand up, his move tender as he cups Jimin’s cheek. “I had a wonderful night. Thank you for the invite.” His thumb caresses the soft bulge of Jimin’s cheek as he smiles, a light chuckle falling from his plump lips.
“Thank you for accepting this date.” When Yoongi meets Jimin’s eyes, he sees stars within. His heart is hammering inside his chest, anticipation bubbling in the pit of his stomach as he heaves a wavering sigh before slowly leaning toward Jimin. But he’s promptly stopped when Jimin speaks again, his eyes still glittery, his smile still wide. “I don’t want it to end yet.”
Yoongi feels Jimin’s hand tugging at the front of his shirt, and pulling him even closer. Until he feels soft, plump lips against his own cheek, a small kiss there. His ears catch on fire, just as hot as his face, seemingly hot enough to make something melt in his stomach, but he can’t help the smile that is stretching his lips. Jimin slides his lips closer to his ear, “let’s go for a walk?”
That’s how they found themselves walking along the Geumhogang River, their hands still clasped together. The night is fresh, but not cold, and the punctual street lights above them give a faery glow to the river.
“I adopted Peanut when I arrived here.” Jimin says, their joined hands swaying between them, “I was lonely. I didn’t know anyone in Daegu. And I always wanted a cat but my previous landlord was against it. She has been my lifeline since then.” He has a small, fond smile on his face as he speaks, and Yoongi wants to lean in and kiss him.
“She looks adorable.” He says instead, remembering the few pictures Jimin has shown him. “Holy is kind of the same to me. I adopted him when I moved out of my parents. It’s nice to know he’s always by my side, even when life can get lonely.”
“Yeah. I feel the same with Peanut. Even though,” Jimin stretches his last word, turning his gaze back to Yoongi. He’s almost glowing under the streetlights. “Life tends to get less lonely recently.” His smile widens, but his eyes never leave Yoongi, taking his breath away.
They walk until their breath starts to fog in front of them from the cold; their stroll is slow paced and calm. When it’s clear the night has become too cold for them to stay outside, Jimin offers to walk Yoongi home. It’s not too far, a fifteen minutes walk away, and soon they are standing in front of his apartment complex, their hands still joined.
There’s this same fluttering moment as in front of the Italian restaurant; silence and anticipation hanging between them; another warm light bathing them from the building’s lobby. Yoongi still doesn’t want to let go of Jimin yet.
He tugs at their joined hands, again. Jimin easily comes closer, again. But this time when he leans in, nothing stops him. He briefly sees Jimin moving closer as well before he closes his eyes and finally meets Jimin’s lips in a tender, caring kiss. It feels like an explosion inside of Yoongi’s chest, like a burst of flaming energy spreading across his whole body.
He sighs against Jimin’s lips, bringing a hand up to cup his nape, deepen the kiss, and he feels Jimin shiver against him. Jimin’s tongue teases his bottom lip, and Yoongi is quick to part his lips and let him explore his mouth. Their kiss deepens, turns messier, hungrier.
Yoongi is the first one to break their kiss, leaning his forehead against Jimin’s, their nose brushing, their breath mingling as they’re both panting. Yoongi doesn’t know if he wants to keep looking at Jimin’s eyes or his lips. “Do you wanna come upstairs?”
Jimin releases a breathy chuckle as he eagerly nods, their forehead still resting against each other.
****
Yoongi wakes up warm — too warm for a November Monday morning. He shuffles a bit, sweat pearling on his skin, until a moan gets ripped out of his throat. All of a sudden, he’s well aware of the weight in between his legs, and the slick warmth around his painfully hard cock. He blindly reaches down, his fingers instinctively threading through soft, slightly damped hair. He throws his head back, a loud whine falling from his lips, as he feels a sinful tongue slide against the underside of his dick. A shiver breaks through his whole body when the head gets suckled.
With a deep, trembling sigh, he blinks his eyes open, his hand mindlessly tightening its hold around the soft hair. He lifts his sheets with his other hand and nearly chokes when he sees the vision hidden underneath. Jimin is naked in between his legs, his slicked lips stretched around his hard dick, his eyes hooded and fogged with arousal. Yoongi gulps what feels like a bag of sand, images of their previous night flashing in his mind from the vision of Jimin laying down, bare and ready, in between his legs.
Jimin hollows his cheeks, creating a deliciously intense suction around Yoongi’s dick, and Yoongi can’t even think of suppressing the loud whine escaping him. He lets his head fall down on his pillow, and enjoys the warmth of Jimin’s mouth, the rhythmic and sinful bob of his head until he hears his muffled moans trapped under the sheets. The sound is melodic to Yoongi’s ears.
He needs to hear more of it, to drink every sound falling from Jimin’s lips. “Come here, lemme hear you.” Yoongi gently tugs at Jimin's hair, who releases his cock with a wet, obscene sound before climbing back up. They meet in a kiss, messy, spit-slicked lips devouring the other’s.
Yoongi frees Jimin’s hair and lets his hand slide down his back, caressing the soft skin of his body, tracing the curves of his arch, until he meets his still slightly stretched hole, wet with remaining lube. Jimin opens his mouth against Yoongi’s lips, a breathy cry raising, when Yoongi pushes two fingers in. Pleasure shakes under his skin when he feels Jimin trembling on top of him. He swallows every one of Jimin’s whimpers as he starts thrusting his fingers. He lets out a satisfied huff when Jimin arches on top of his chest, the pad of his fingers tracing mean circles on his sensitive prostate.
The sounds falling from Jimin’s parted lips are like an elixir to Yg’s arousal, saccharine moans and broken cries making his mind sway and his skin burn as Jimin wracks over him at every one of his thrusts. If Jimin sounds beautiful during the day, he sounds mesmerising under Yoongi’s care; the effect of his voice on Yoongi even more impactful, turning him into a weak and shivering mess. Yoongi is secretly convinced he could come by the sound of Jimin’s moans alone. Every whine, every moan, every whimper he pulls out of Jimin’s slicked lips feels like a prayer, a litany of sacred praises that melt Yoongi’s brain and send him into heaven.
Yoongi feels Jimin snake his hand in between their bodies, his caress a bit clumsy from the pleasure rocking his body. Yoongi gasps, his mouth open against Jimin lips, when he feels short fingers wrapping around him. Jimin starts sliding his hand, his move eased by his residual spit; he matches his rhythm with the thrusts of Yoongi’s fingers.
Yoongi does his best to not buck his hips but still feel fire coiling into his groin. They’re panting, tongues swirling against each other, moans falling inside the other’s mouth. Yoongi feels Jimin shakes more and more, his whine getting higher and higher, and Yoongi quickens his fingers.
Jimin comes first with a wrecked moan that sounds like Yoongi’s favouring song, painting their bellies white; Yoongi joins him right after, adding to the mess. There’s a short still moment, a moment of pure mutual bliss, until Jimin slowly leans down.
They kiss tenderly, lazy and languorous, slowly descending from their respective high. Everything is soft, slow and mellow. Jimin is warm on top of him, almost melting in between his arms.
“Good morning, love.” Jimin whispers, low, mellow.
Yoongi scoffs despite the somersault his heart just did, it has been two months now since they started properly dating but he still gets flustered every time Jimin calls him that. “Good morning, indeed.”
****
“Fuck it!” Yoongi mumbles with anger as he pushes himself out of his chair. He takes a few steps back from his desk, his body and mind needing something to do, moving around just to appease himself. He stops behind his chair, resting his elbows on its back, and glares at his computer. It has been a while since he had to fight the damn machine, but today is particularly frustrating.
He needs to finish a presentation for tomorrow; another monitoring report of his progress for his mission. But Powerbi keeps opening pop-ups saying the connection with the database has been lost. And Yoongi knows the only thing that he’s losing right now is his mind. He gives his computer one last threatening glare before pushing his chair back under his desk and walking away. A coffee sounds good, suiting even.
When Yoongi comes back, fuming mug in hand, his computer hasn’t changed, the same pop-up still displayed in the middle of his screen. With one last sigh, he sits in front of his desk, and opens a ticket.
He snorts when not even two minutes later he receives a call from Jimin. He puts his earphone on and accepts the call.
Jimin’s cheerful tone is prompt to reach his ears, his voice still makes Yoongi’s heart accelerate. “Hi hyung!”
Yoongi gives him an unimpressed look, hoping his webcam quality will be good enough to show it on the other side of the call. “Were you the one messing with my computer?”
Jimin giggles, and somehow Yoongi finds out that his anger is slowly slipping away. “No, I told you I stopped doing that a long time ago.”
“So how come I still only interact with you whenever I open a ticket, Jiminie?” Yoongi smiles against the rim of his mug when he sees Jimin’s cheeks taking a sweet shade of rouge.
“Well. I’m quite possessive.” Jimin mutters, his eyes dropping onto something on his desk.
Yoongi can’t stop his laugh, feeling maybe a bit giddy to know Jimin wants to keep him for himself. “I can’t believe you called dibs on my tickets!” He says between two chuckles.
Jimin’s blushes deepens, “I called dibs on being the one resolving your issues!” He bulges his cheeks and starts pouting. Yoongi has to make a conscious effort to not coo. “You should thank me for being such a good boyfriend!”
Yoongi chuckles once more, utterly endeared. “You’re right.” He nods, a smile dancing on his face. “I’ll take you to dinner as a thank you for being such a great boyfriend.” He offers, even if they both know they’re already supposed to meet tonight for dinner anyway.
Still, Jimin’s face lights up, interest obvious in his eyes, “at that new ramyoen place near your apartment?”
Yoongi chortles, “sure” he easily agrees.
“Okay so let’s fix that issue right now, then!” Jimin giggles before asking Yoongi to share his screen, and accept his request to control his computer.
****
Despite Jimin’s help, Yoongi still finds himself stuck in front of his computer way past working hours. Everyone else has left already, and he’s still struggling with his dashboards. He has sent a quick message to Jimin, apologising because he knows his boyfriend was looking forward to spending the evening together. He has been so busy lately it feels like he hasn't seen his boyfriend for an entire week, and it seems like he can’t soothe the small pang of guilt that has settled inside of his chest since he has sent that message.
Yoongi sighs, pushing his chair away to stretch his legs and arms, a tired groan escaping him. He’s wondering if he should take another coffee when he hears someone approaching. A wide smile blooms on his face when he sees Jimin arriving, a plastic bag and some coffee on his hands.
“Thought you could use some company,” Jimin beams as he lifts the coffees and the plastic bag. He’s still wearing his outfit from work, and his backpack is hanging on his shoulder. It’s clear that he immediately left work to grab the goods he’s now delivering.
Yoongi feels a rush of affection, grateful to have someone like Jimin by his side. He rolls his chair closer to him and wraps his arms around his waist, resting the side of his face against Jimin’s toned belly. “You’re the best boyfriend ever.”
Jimin giggles and Yoongi feels like is a bit less tired. “I told you I was here to help you solve your issues.” He leans toward Yoongi’s desk to put down the coffees and the plastic bag, the entire movement a stretch as Yoongi refuses to let go. Now that his hands are free, Jimin is prompt to card his fingers through Yoongi’s hair, gently massaging his scalp. Yoongi feels like he could purr right now, tensions slowly leaving his shoulders. “I’ve brought some take outs as well. Let’s eat so you can go back to work as soon as possible. I’ll stay with you for moral support.”
Yoongi wants to scream, his heart hammering and affection bubbling inside of him. “You’re the best boyfriend ever. ” He groans instead, his face still resting against Jimin’s stomach. He smiles when he hears Jimin’s light giggle.
Their dinner finished, Yoongi goes back to work as Jimin takes a seat on the desk next to him and busy himself on his phone. They’re both quiet most of the time, just a few words exchanged here and there, but mostly silence surrounds them as Yoongi tries to finish his presentation as fast as possible.
After the nth sigh and groan from Yoongi, his computer still acting up again, Jimin locks his phone, puts it on the desk near him, and stands up from his seat. Yoongi sighs again, this time defeated, “I’m sorry,” he whispers, his eyes still on his screen, “I know I’m grumpy, it’s just—” His sentence gets lost when Jimin suddenly climbs on his lap and threads his fingers through his hair again. Automatically, Yoongi’s hands come up to Jimin’s hips.
“Stop groaning like that, it’s making me hard.”
Yoongi huffs, dumbfounded. What is this?! A bad porn movie?!”
But Jimin doesn’t laugh, instead his smile turns sly. “You keep groaning and scruffing.” He whispers right against Yoongi’s ear. His skin is warm where it touches Yoongi’s on the side of his face. “It just reminds me of the other sounds you make with my lips around your—” Jimin never finishes his sentence as Yoongi kisses him to make him shut up.
Their kiss quickly turns deeper, hungrier; tongues and teeth messing around as it feels like the atmosphere around them shifts. At some point, Jimin starts to grind against Yoongi’s dick, soft moans falling from his plump lips. Yoongi lowers his hands to grab Jimin’s full cheeks, making him gasp against their kiss. Jimin grinds harder, faster and the sounds coming from him makes Yoongi’s head swing and his core tense. Arousal shoots inside of Yoongi, heat starts the buzz under his skin, but he’s also painfully aware of where they are at the moment.
“We shouldn’t.” His words are slurred; their lips are still clasped together. Yoongi feels like he could devour Jimin.
“But we could.” Jimin says with a cunning smile.
“We’re at work.”
“But we’re alone.” Jimin punctuates his words with a hard thrust of his hips, his whines getting louder, needier with each new grind. He slides his lips across Yoongi’s cheek, his jaw, until he meets his ear. He whispers, his breath hot over Yoongi’s skin, “don’t you want to know how great I sound in such a large room?”
Yoongi dick twitches and he feels Jimin smirk against his neck. With a wavering breath, Yoongi starts kneading Jimin’s ass, arousal boiling deep inside of him. With his hands full, and Jimin’s whines right against his ear, Yoongi knows he has lost all his previous hesitations at this specific moment.
He turns his head to capture Jimin’s lips again, and shivers from the throaty moan coming from his boyfriend. Jimin never stops moving his hips, not even when he starts fumbling with Yoongi’s belt and manages to free him from the confinement of his trouser and underwear. Yoongi hisses when his dick meets the office’s cold air and moans when Jimin takes him into his hand.
Yoongi helps Jimin readjust his seat on his lap so he can continue to grind his hardening cock against his thigh. Yoongi does his best to guide Jimin’s moves, his hands hard around his ass, while Jimin starts to move his hand, its slide making stars appear in front of Yoongi’s eyes.
“Lube and condoms?” Yoongi rasps, and Jimin moans from a particularly hard grind of his hips.
“Inside my bag.” Jimin swiftly gets off of Yoongi’s lap and starts undoing his own belt while Yoongi gets up to search into Jimin’s bag.
When he comes back, lube and condom in hand, Jimin is already bent over his desk, naked from the bottom half, his back arched and his legs spread. He’s casting a sultry, teasing gaze toward Yoongi who feels like he might combust from where he is standing just a few steps away.
With a shuddering breath, Yoongi comes closer and leans down to leave a small, lingering kiss on the slope of Jimin’s back. His hands are reverent as they move across the expanse of Jimin’s skin, caressing the softness of his thighs and the round of his ass. He sees Jimin trembling at the sound of the bottle of lube opening and his own arousal fires up in anticipation of what will come next.
He brings his clean hand up to spread Jimin’s cheeks open, displaying his awaiting hole, and slowly starts to rub a teasing circle against his rim with a lubed finger. Jimin shakes under him when he starts applying more and more pressure, up until he finally sinks one finger in. Jimin’s heat makes his dick twitch, his lustful mind thinking about how he feels around his cock. But it’s Jimin’s satisfied moan that makes his entire core clench. A silly part of his mind feels pride to be the one bringing pleasure to his boyfriend; no one fills him better than he does. One finger quickly becomes two, and soon enough he has Jimin wrecking on top of his desk, right beside his computer, while he’s three fingers deep inside of him.
Yoongi is mesmerised, his eyes never leaving the sight of his fingers plunging into Jimin’s stretched hole, drunk from the wrecked, beautiful cries coming from him. “H-hyung, don’t wanna come like this.” Jimin already sounds fucked out, and Yoongi swallows a moan down from hearing his broken tone.
He manages to detach his gaze from Jimin’s rim and lean down to press another tender kiss on the small of his back. “Hyung got you.” He gently pulls his fingers out, hushing Jimin’s broken whine with another small kiss on his skin. “I will take care of you.”
Jimin is fast to turn around and manoeuvre Yoongi back onto his chair, their lips meeting again in another scorching kiss. “I got you. Let me take care of you.”
Yoongi chuckles against Jimin’s lips but still agrees. Jimin swiftly grabs the condom wrap resting on the desk behind him and opens it before rolling it down Yoongi’s hard dick. Yoongi pants at the sensation, his neglected cock sensitive. It twitches against Jimin’s palm and Yoongi’s mind is swirling from arousal.
With one last deep kiss, Jimin places himself back on top of Yoongi’s lap, before slowly sinking down. A debauched moan escapes Jimin’s lips and Yoongi shivers, his entire body catching on fire from the tightness around him. Pleasure is already coursing throughout his muscles and he’s doing his best to not thrust up into Jimin’s heat.
He kisses Jimin’s neck, the skin hot and velvety under his lips, just to keep his mind sane and ground himself. When Jimin bottoms out, there’s a short silence, only broken by their irregular pants. Their eyes are focused on the other’s, their faces only mere millimetres away.
Jimin starts moving again, slowly lifting up, to sink back down even slower, their combined groan mingles together within the office’s open space. Jimin gives a few more tentative grinds before taking a deep breath in and setting a faster, harder pace. Yoongi shouts, his cry mingling with Jimin’s wails.
He rides Yoongi with eagerness, the sounds of skin slapping against skin quickly joining Jimin’s high pitched whimpers and Yoongi’s choked whines. He’s bouncing on Yoongi’s dick, this thought alone enough to make Yoongi twitch, his moves confident and rhythmic, uncaring of the concerning creaking coming from their chair.
Yoongi’s hands are tight on Jimin’s ass, spreading his cheeks and kneading the supple flesh, as Jimin bounces. Hot white pleasure boils inside of Yoongi’s body, electricity bursting from his lower belly and running throughout everyone of his nerves. Waves and waves of pleasure are slowly drowning him as Jimin keeps riding his dick like his life depends on it.
Jimin’s dick is slapping against his stomach, in between their bodies, until Yoongi wraps one hand around him, his thumb directly coming up to press on its leaking slit. “F—fuck! Hyung!” Jimin’s muffled whines are like a nectar to Yoongi’s pleasure.
Jimin quickens his pace, making Yoongi worry for Jimin’s thighs for a moment, aware of how tiring this must be. Yoongi starts pumping Jimin’s dick, trying to match his rhythm, all while he watches him trembling and loudly moaning on top of him.
“Aghn— Gonna come, hyung!”
Yoongi thrusts up, violently plunging his dick inside of Jimin’s hole, making him cry even louder. Jimin’s sounds only fuels Yoongi’s arousal, making every buck of his hips go deeper, faster. He shifts his grip around Jimin’s ass, tilting his hips a bit more forward, and aims for Jimin’s prostate at every thrusts. Jimin is a mess on top of him, his lips only letting out a string of ‘right there’s and ‘fuck’s.
It’s crescendo, their muscles burning from the effort and from the pleasure. Jimin meets Yoongi hips at every thrust, their rhythm unforgiving and hurried. Jimin’s moans dance inside of Yoongi’s mind, and he knows he can hear his own whine in between the saccharine notes of Jimin’s voice. Jimin comes with Yoongi’s name on his lips, painting his stomach and Yoongi’s fist white. “Don’t stop—don’t stop.” He hastily mumbles, and Yoongi accelerates his thrusts, pounding into Jimin’s sensitive hole and earnest. Yoongi comes soon after, his hips stuttering as he fills the condom.
They’re quiet for a moment, both trying to come down from their orgasm. Jimin is nestled right against Yoongi’s front, his head resting on the other’s shoulder. Yoongi never wants to let him go. Like this he can’t tell where one ends and where the other begins; they’re closer than they can ever be. After catching his breath, his skin still buzzing with euphoria, Yoongi turns his head and peppers Jimin’s temple with kisses.
He smiles against Jimin’s hair when he hears a content, slightly tired, giggles. Warmth bursts inside his chest; he’s so happy to have Jimin in between his arms. “We should clean up.”
Jimin only hums, tightening his hold around Yoongi’s chest. “I think the bathrooms are not that far from here, right?”
Yoongi nods, still leaving small kisses wherever he can reach Jimin’s skin. “Yeah.”
“Carry me?” Jimin asks, playful.
Yoongi snorts, but obliges, happy to keep Jimin in his arms.
When they come back to Yoongi’s desk, both clean and dressed, Yoongi gives his computer one last glare before closing it. “Ice cream? I think Baskin and Robbins might still be open.”
Jimin looks at him, confused. “What about your report?” He throws a quick glance toward the desk. “And your computer?”
Yoongi only smiles, wrapping an arm around Jimin’s waist to pull him closer. He leaves a small kiss on his nose, his smile turns mischievous. “Don’t worry about my computer, I know a guy who can sort this out for me.”
Their laughter fills the office’s room as Jimin playfully swats Yoongi's chest before leaning in for a kiss.