Yoongi had dragged you through the hallways to his study, not saying a word. Men jogged past you both, bowing to the Boss, carrying semi-automatic rifles in their hands. Your heart raced at seeing the guns. Tonight was going to be terrifying, but you had faith in the Boys. Surely they'd been through worse than what was coming.
Suga pushed you into his study and kicked the door closed behind him. You turned around to face him and he stood, staring down at you as he licked his lips, eyes shining as he winked down at you.
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"I need you, Kitten," he growled. "I might die tonight in the assault that's coming, and the only thing I could think of earlier was how much I wanted to feel you wrapped around my cock." You inhaled sharply at his words, feeling your head begin spin. Yoongi took a step forward, and you reached out to him, your heart racing as he closed the distance between you. The mafioso bent his head, murmuring softly into your hair. "But then I realized that all I really wanted to do is spend time with you, Kitten," he said, much to your surprise. "I live with death hovering over my shoulder every day of the week, so nothing's really changed. The only difference about tonight is that now I fear that I have something to lose."
You felt the man's muscled arms slip around your waist and Suga pulled you tightly against him, conforming his torso to your own. You fit together wonderfully, the top of your head just tucking under his chin, even with your heels on. Yoongi closed his eyes and breathed you in; the light smell of your shampoo, the scent of your perfume, all of it you. His blood was up, looking forward to the fight that was coming tonight, but for the first and only time he could recall, he wanted more time before the assault began. He wanted more time with you. Needed more time with you. Wrapping his hand around yours, Suga smiled down at you and gently -- so gently -- covered your lips with his own.
Unlike every other time before, this time he didn't claim you with his mouth or his hands. Suga's hands reached up to cup your cheeks as you yielded to his lips, and felt your knees weaken when his tongue slipped against yours. You let out a breathy little moan into his mouth and tightened your grip around his trim waist, closing your eyes and tipping your head back. The most feared Boss in the Three Cities ran his fingers softly through your hair, twirling its strands around his fingers as he broke the kiss to look down at you with a small smile.
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