Driven by instinct Seokjin’s hand slipped inside Yoongi’s thin shirt, cold hands caressing along his warm spine fully aware he was sensitive there.
Yoongi could only writhe pressing into him harder as he groaned out.
“Off off off”, he whispered breathless as he took off his shirt
Yoongi could only writhe pressing into him harder as he groaned out.
“Off off off”, he whispered breathless as he took off his shirt
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“Calm down kitten I’m not going anywhere”, Seokjin groaned and pushed Yoongi to lie on the couch.
And the sight of him had him gulping .
Flushed cheeks, Swollen lips, eyes so dark they lured him like a siren.
As his chest rose and fell, he pulled Seokjin back, hands grabbed onto his shoulders like an anchor.
Spending over 10 years together, sensing yoongi’s anxiety was easy.
Yoongi closed his eyes and did as he was told,
“That’s right we got time okay?”
“Yes sweetheart, you trust hyung right?”
“Yes hyung”
“Good boy”, seokjin kissed him slow, held him gentle as yoongi grabbed onto him as hard as he could.
“I can’t believe it grew so fast”, Yoongi mumbled absentmindedly as he ran a single careful finger on his hair strands, mouth slightly open in fascination.
Seokjin snorted. As a tear slid down his cheek.