Dragonflies

The Gates - Part Two

~°• Nailah •°~

Yoongi's bedroom door is always closed even when he isn't at home. Being in a poly relationship, we all trust one another but we learned Yoongi needs a certain level of privacy.

None of us ever lock our bedroom doors; we are free to roam into anyone's room at any given time. Jimin, Taehyung, and I respect that Yoongi's upside down schedule means he sleeps at odd hours so we usually wait until we are invited into his room.

Well, at least Jimin and Taehyung follow by this. I am the exception.

There are so many wads of paper strewn about his bedroom floor and his headphones lay abandoned under his desk chair. All of Yoongi's computer equipment is turned off however the air is still thick from the heat of their usage.

Yoongi lays on his side facing away from the door. His duvet gently rises and falls with the steady breaths he takes as he sleeps. I slip into bed behind him and wrap one arm around his body.

Yoongi's skin is flushed though only slightly warm and very soft. I caress his earlobe and neck with the tip of my nose making sure to pepper little kisses in the same area.

"Yoongi," I coo. "I'm home, honey."

Yoongi grumbles sleepily rocking his body a little bit.

I leave him one more kiss, this time on his cheek, before I start to move away. "I just wanted to let you know I was home. Dream of me."

The few inches I move from Yoongi's back gives him enough space to flip over and wrap me in his free arm. He tugs me against his body with his face buried between my boobs.

"Don't go," he says with his gruff sleepy voice.

I kiss the top of his messy black hair. "Okay. You wanna come and have dinner with us? Jimin cooked."

Yoongi stretches his body pushing his very obvious hardened lower half against me. His hand slips under my top and expertly removes my breast from my bra.

I muffle a whimper at the gentle twirling and pulling of my nipple in Yoongi's big hands.

I'm not quiet enough as just a few seconds of hearing my whines is all of the motivation he needs to lift my shirt and wrap his mouth around my eager nipple. His hand now empty, it travels under my skirt and into my panties.

I gasp out loud feeling Yoongi stroke his fingers against my walls. Damn, he's good with his hands.

"Yoongi," I whimper again. "Dinner will be ready soon."

Yoongi flips me to my back nestling his hips between my thighs. He grinds rhythmically against me as he removes his mouth from my boob to kiss me.

"Our phone call this morning wasn't enough. I need you first. Then after dinner, I want to eat your pie for dessert."

If I wasn't so turned on, I might have not gotten his innuendo.

Not wasting another second, Yoongi reaches over to his nightstand drawer to blindly fish out a condom. He grumbles, narrowing his brows when he can't find one.

"What the fuck.." he whispers to himself. He scoots us both closer to the nightstand so that he is able to visually find one.

"Are you out?" I ask.

"I better fucking not be." He's getting angry.

After shuffling around a few things, Yoongi finds a lone condom. He releases an "Aha!" waving the prophylactic triumphantly.

We kiss more, deeper this time before Yoongi rises to his knees and pushes his shorts down to his thighs. His erection springs free with a bounce.

"Get rid of those," Yoongi demands nodding to my panties.