vegas, baby.

that january morning.

~ december 2020 ~

The beat from a song by a rapper Yoongi had just discovered was playing at a low volume, just high enough to be heard over the sound of both of your heavy breaths and soft sounds. He had been at his desk working, putting some things together for the future plans he had to help keep himself occupied. To say he was going stir crazy was an understatement. Yoongi had gone from living the most hectic life, to being told he couldn't do a thing. He was grateful for his procedure and the break, but he was addicted to his job and couldn't ever find the willpower to stay still.

After eleven o'clock when he wasn't in bed you wandered into his office and found him in the dark in front of his computer, eyes squinting at the bright screen illuminating his tired expression. On the desk beside his books sat his brace that he'd taken off, mentioning before how it was uncomfortable to have it on for too long. He was finally at the point where he was allowed to sleep without it.

Leaning against the doorframe you turned on the lights, but only a little bit. They had the ability to dim, and you didn't want to startle him, so you opted for the gentle glow of the soft yellow light.

"You've been in here a long time," You said as he looked up to you coming over to his side. Slipping a hand down the back of his black t-shirt you give him a gentle scratch and lean over to kiss his cheek. He closed his eyes at the feeling of your lips on his skin, sighing with comfort.

"I keep reviewing the same thing over and over," He grumbles, "Butter concept's done. There's nothing left to do." Rubbing your hand on his back carefully, you examine his screen of emails and tilt your head side to side.

"Hmmm," You hummed, getting him to look up at you, "You could do me?" You whisper, turning your chin to meet his eyes that had gone from tired to full of life. A small smile was starting to grow on his lips, having you silently celebrating this victory because you finally got him.

The two of you have had sex three times since his surgery, which was impressive considering it'd only been about a month, but much like the change in Yoongi's lifestyle, this was a huge change in your sex life. The three times in the month since his surgery was like a normal Saturday night in the past. The concern for your relationship didn't bother either of you, you were practically married with how you lived your lives. You knew that a couple months of holding yourselves back from ripping open another couch cushion was not going to break your relationship.

Offering this to him now, knowing it was fully up to him, and seeing his eyes light up, you knew that was the green light. That's how you ended up here in his lap, in his office, straddling his hips, riding him half naked where he sat in the large leather chair.

Holding onto the sides of his neck, fingers slipping into his hair occasionally, your parted lips met each time you bounced, keeping your pace slow, listening to him and how he responded. Both of your pants were on the floor, strewn somewhere when your lips were hot on each other. Neither of you needed much prep, that's why you came looking for him in the first place, too horny laying in bed alone to think about anything else but his dick inside of you that you've been missing for a week.

"I'm not gonna last very long," He whispers, catching your bottom lip between his teeth as he moans at the way you grind your hips in a circle against his. Chuckling under your breath, you dance your tongue between his lips and return the sound.

"Baby, I was halfway there when I walked in this door," You raise an eyebrow and he laughs between breaths.

"Miss this," He says, "Miss you..." Trailing off into a whisper, you pause for a moment to hold his cheeks to kiss him, for a long time.

"You don't have to miss me," You tell him, pressing your forehead to his, "I'm here, I'm not going anywhere." Yoongi takes a deep breath, then catches your lips once again. He snakes his functioning arm around your waist, holding you tight, and lifts you as he stands up to your surprise. Doctors said no strenuous activity, and you were sure that sex was included, at least this kind was.