My Best Medicine

19

Jimin couldn't seem to put the portrait down. He had spent hours trying to work out what it meant for Hoseok, a rare case where he wanted to see what would, could happen.
So, engrossed he hadn't even heard Yoongi arrive, until he wrapped his arms around Jimin's waist and put his chin on Jimin's shoulder.
"Still nothing?" Yoongi asked quietly.
"No. The one time I want to see..." Jimin swallowed past the lump in his throat.
"Hey, maybe you can't see because it's not close yet, or maybe it won't happen."
"Like my visions are screwing with me?"
"Hmmm." Yoongi hummed as he pressed his lips to Jimin's neck.
Jimin tilted his head as Yoongi pressed kisses down his neck and over his shoulder.
Jimin's arms dropped to his sides, the picture dropping from his hands while his body warmed up from Yoongi's attention.
Jimin turned to face Yoongi, his arms wrapping around Yoongi's neck.
"Fancy helping me to forget about it for a while?"
Yoongi smirked.
"And how do you suggest we do that?"
"I could think of a few... positions?" Jimin said as his hands moved down to cup Yoongi's ass and squeeze.
Yoongi hummed.
"How do you want me?"
Now there was a question that distracted Jimin, Hoseok forgotten as he calculated all the ways he could have Yoongi.
Jimin was lost in consideration for a moment longer, before he pulled away from Yoongi and headed towards his bedroom.

Yoongi's grin split his face when Jimin returned, lube in hand.
Yoongi sat on a chair legs spread wide.
"Did I say to sit down?" Jimin asked, eyebrow raised, empty hand on his hip.
"No." Yoongi frowned as he stood up, but couldn't help his cock hardening in anticipation.
Jimin dropped to his knees in front of Yoongi, pulling the waistband of his sweats.
Yoongi kicked off the sweats as Jimin stared at the growing bulge beneath Yoongi's boxers.
Yoongi huffed out a breath as Jimin's finger trailed over his clothed cock.
Before Yoongi could even think properly, his boxers were down round his ankles.
When he looked down in surprise he was just in time to see Jimin's luscious lips part to encase the head of his cock.
Yoongi was so taken up with the view of Jimin's lips wrapped round his cock, that he flinched when a lube finger gently pushed at his hole.
Yoongi's neck unhinged and his head tipped back, mouth open, swearing at the ceiling.
"Holy... fuck... Jimin!"
Jimin's lips pulled tighter round Yoongi's cock as he tried to smile, but settled for humming instead.
Yoongi knees nearly gave out as Jimin's finger searched inside and found what he was looking for.
White, hot pleasure shot through Yoongi as Jimin poked at his prostate.
Yoongi reached back grabbing Jimin's wrist.
"Shit... don't... don't wanna... cum like this." Yoongi bit out.
Jimin's answer was to drag his tongue over the head of Yoongi's cock, poking at his slit and sliding another finger inside Yoongi.
Yoongi could feel his orgasm rushing towards him with two fingers manipulating his prostate he didn't really stand a chance.
"Jimin..." Yoongi fruitlessly tugged at the man's wrist, willing the fingers inside him to slow down, stop, anything to slow his release.
Jimin felt Yoongi's cock jerk and lifted his free hand, index finger and thumb creating a tight ring round the base of Yoongi's cock.
"Fuck... fuck... gonna..."
The constant tap tapping of the fingers inside him and the wet, warm heat of Jimin's mouth became too much.
Yoongi's fingers curl into Jimin's hair, his hips trying to pump into the man's mouth, his grip round Jimin's wrist tightening as the waves of his orgasm sweep over him.
"Jimin..." Yoongi huffs out a breath, tugging Jimin's hair. He needs him off, sensitivity high even though his engorged cock is still willing for more.
Jimin pulls off and stands in front of a very fucked out looking Yoongi. Jimin grins, pleased with himself.
"Turn around and bend over."
Yoongi does as asked, kneeling on the edge of the cushion, knows what's coming... literally.
He hears the lid of the lube pop, the slick sound of Jimin coating his cock.
Jimin curls himself over Yoongi's back, Yoongi can feel Jimin's cock prodding his hole, but not quite there.
"I'll let you cum this time." He whispers in his ear.
Jimin pushes in, all the way, no pause until he's full sheathed inside Yoongi.
Yoongi can feel the sweat running down his face, feels his fringe stuck to his forehead.
Jimin pulls out and thrust back inside.
Yoongi absently notes the drops of sweat flying on to the furnishing below him, soaking into the fabric, air pushed from his lungs.
Jimin's finger nails dig deep into the flesh of his hips. They will mark but he doesn't care, the biting of the nails adding to his excitement.
"Not... not gonna last..." Yoongi bites out.
"Good." Jimin huffs.
And it's almost like it's a sign for Jimin to go harder, faster, sweat drops flying off Yoongi's face and hitting his back as the drop from Jimin.
"Aaahh... Jimin..." Yoongi reaches down, he's close, if he could just jerk his cock...
His hand is slapped away.
"Untouched." Jimin grunts.
"I can't... Jimin.... Can't..."
Jimin grabs Yoongi's hair and tugs the man upright.
An arm wraps around his chest, holds him close, back to chest.
Jimin fucks up into him deeper, his cock sliding over Yoongi's prostate.
"Yes, yes... yes..."
Yoongi's head drops down, his body tensed and his hearing blocks out the wet slap of hips on ass cheeks.
Then everything happens in a rush.
His body sags, as his cock bounces, throwing his release over the chair. He's them pushed forward, face down in the back of the chair. Yoongi is faintly aware of Jimin's grunts and a low moan as he still, buried deep in Yoongi.
Yoongi flinches as a warm cloth is pressed to his ass, hears the plop as it's dropped to the floor.
"Ok?" Jimin asks as he gently lifts Yoongi's torso off the chair and holds him close.
"Hmmm."
Jimin chuckles quietly.
"Come, let's get you to bed."
Yoongi feels far to relaxed and fucked out to do anything, but let's Jimin guide him towards his bedroom.
Jimin pulls the covers back and slowly turns Yoongi and gets him to lay down, pulling the covers over him, as he curls into a ball and tucks his hands between his knees.

This time Yoongi was no comfort for Jimin. He just couldn't sleep.
Not being able to foresee what was happening to someone he kind of knew, was more than irritating.
Jimin tried to concentrate on the small puffs of breath that came from the man curled into his chest, hoping that would lull him off to sleep.
Unfortunately Jimin remembers seeing the sunrise through his bedroom window before sleep eventually takes him.