The meal was in full swing, laughter and conversation filling the room as everyone enjoyed the food and each other's company. As the chatter turned to lighter topics, Jin glanced at Suga, a mischievous twinkle in his eye.
"Hey, Suga, remember that time you got stuck in a tree trying to rescue a cat?" Jin asked, his playful grin spreading across his face.
Suga groaned, but a smile tugged at the corners of his lips. The room went quiet, everyone eager to hear the story.
Jin started, his animated gestures and exaggerated expressions eliciting laughter. "So there I was, minding my own business, when I saw this kid dangling from a tree like a monkey! Can you believe it? Six years old and already climbing trees like Tarzan!"
Next, Taehyung took up the story, adding his embellishments and flourishes, much to the group's amusement. "Yeah, and then he starts yelling for help like he's in some kind of action movie! That's adorable, though! Imagine little Suga, all determined to save that poor kitty."
Namjoon followed suit, his professorial demeanour giving the story a scholarly twist as he analysed Suga's actions from a logical standpoint. "From a scientific perspective, it's fascinating how the human body reacts to stress in such situations... It's a testament to his bravery at such a young age. Not many kids would have the courage to climb a tree like that."
Jungkook chimed in, his youthful energy infusing the narrative with a sense of excitement and wonder. "I bet he thought he was the hero of the day, trying to rescue a poor, defenceless cat. Yeah, but then he fell right out of the tree, right?"
Hoseok and Jimin took a more theatrical approach, acting out the various stages of Suga's tree-climbing escapade with dramatic flair. "And then he just... plopped! Falls right out of the tree, cat and all!"
"I swear, I've never seen anyone look so ridiculous in my life! And then he comes tumbling down, cat and all! Classic Suga move," Jimin added, their antics having everyone in stitches.
Finally, it was Suga's turn to share his side of the story, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment as he recounted the events of that fateful day. Despite his initial reluctance, he couldn't help but laugh along with the rest of the group, finding humour in the absurdity of his childhood antics. "Hey, it's not my fault the branch broke! And for the record, I wasn't trying to be a hero—I just wanted to save that darn cat! Besides, I wasn't scared at all."
As the story ended, Agust D snorted. "Well, at least you can say you've always had a heart of gold, even if your tree-climbing skills could use some work. Well, regardless of how it happened, I'm sure glad you're here with us now. We wouldn't want to lose our fearless tree-climbing hero!"
As the laughter gradually subsided, Agust D couldn't help but feel a sense of warmth and camaraderie wash over him. At that moment, surrounded by friends who had embraced him as one of their own, he felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude and belonging. And as Suga shot him a playful grin from across the room, he knew that he was exactly where he was meant to be.
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The laughter and camaraderie of the evening faded as their friends left one by one, leaving Agust D and Suga alone in the dimly lit kitchen. Agust D stood at the sink, washing the last of the dishes, when he felt Suga's presence behind him. There was an electric charge in the air, something raw and unspoken.
Without a word, Suga slipped his arms around Agust D from behind, pressing his body against him. Agust D stiffened slightly but didn't pull away. Suga's touch was different tonight, more urgent, more demanding.
"Suga," Agust D said, his voice low, turning his head slightly to catch a glimpse of his face. "You alright?"
Suga didn't answer immediately; instead, he tightened his grip, his breath warm against Agust D's neck. "I need you," he murmured, the words thick with unrestrained need.
Agust D turned off the tap and dried his hands slowly, savouring the anticipation that hung between them. "What do you need?" he asked, his voice rough with desire.
Suga didn't hesitate. "I need to feel you. I need you now."
Agust D turned in Suga's arms, their faces inches apart. The kitchen's dim light cast shadows on Suga's face, highlighting the intensity in his eyes. Without another word, he crashed his lips against Agust D's, the kiss bruising and desperate. Agust D responded in kind, their mouths moving together in a frenzy of lust.
Suga's hands roamed Agust D's body, fingers digging into his flesh as if trying to claim him. Agust D's hands weren't idle either, sliding under Suga's shirt, feeling the heat of his skin. He pulled Suga closer, their bodies grinding together, each movement stoking the fire between them.
Breathless, Suga pulled back slightly, his eyes dark with desire. "I want more than this," he said, his voice a hoarse whisper. "I want to taste you."
Agust D's pulse quickened. He raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. "Taste me how?"
Suga's eyes flickered to Agust D's fingers, and he licked his lips. "Your fingers," he said, his voice low and filled with need. "I want to suck your fingers."
Agust D's smirk faded, replaced by a look of raw hunger. He lifted his hand, offering his fingers to Suga. Suga took them eagerly, his gaze never leaving Agust D's as he parted his lips and took the first finger into his mouth.
The sensation was electric. Suga's tongue swirled around Agust D's finger, his lips tight and warm. Agust D's breath hitched, a shiver running down his spine. Suga's eyes were heavy-lidded with desire, and he moaned softly, the sound vibrating around Agust D's finger.
Suga moved to the next finger, his movements slow and deliberate, each suck and lick sending jolts of pleasure through Agust D's body. He could feel his arousal building, his breath coming in ragged gasps.
"Suga," Agust D groaned, unable to hold back. "You're driving me crazy."
Suga released Agust D's fingers, his lips swollen and wet. "Good," he murmured, his voice a husky whisper. "I want you to feel what I feel."
Without warning, Suga pushed Agust D against the counter, his hands gripping his hips. He leaned in, his lips brushing against Agust D's ear. "I need you," he repeated, his voice raw with need. "Right now."
Agust D's control snapped. He spun Suga around, pressing him against the counter. Their lips met in a fierce kiss, all teeth and tongue, as they gave in to the overwhelming lust that had consumed them.
In the dim light of the kitchen, they lost themselves in each other, their movements frantic and desperate. Clothes were discarded hastily, hands exploring bare skin with feverish intensity. The air was filled with their gasps and moans, and the sound of their bodies colliding was echoing in the small space.
When they finally came together, it was with a raw, primal need that left them both breathless. The world around them ceased to exist, leaving only the heat of their passion and the undeniable connection that had brought them to this moment.
As they clung to each other, their bodies trembling from the intensity of their release, Suga whispered Agust D's name, his voice filled with a mix of exhaustion and satisfaction. "Agust D..."
Agust D held him close, his heart pounding in his chest. "Suga," he murmured, his voice equally soft. "You're mine."
In that moment, as they stood entwined in the aftermath of their shared desire, there was no need for words. Their actions had spoken volumes, and the bond between them had been strengthened in the heat of their passion.
