Two Faced Justice | yoonmin

the quiet and the storm

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It was burning hot.

Yoongi was dreaming - and in a way, aware of it - but the sensation overpowered him. A warmth spread through his body, leaving him restless. A warmth he was very accustomed to. He didn't want to wake up, not truly; he wanted to indulge in the feeling.

It was soft, plush, dangerous, almost like... Jimin's lips . The touch felt vivid, achingly real. Maybe this wasn't a dream after all.

His mind lingered in a fog, yet the sensations persisted. The bedside lamp's warm, tender glow coaxed Yoongi gently into consciousness. He drifted toward wakefulness slowly, letting his eyes adjust to the light, unhurried.

Outside, winter was fierce, but inside Jimin's apartment, Yoongi felt safe. Calm. A tingling warmth settled comfortably in his stomach.

When he finally opened his eyes, his gaze landed on the frost-etched window, now softly lit by the reflection of falling snow. He shifted slightly to look outside, where the pale glow of snowflakes pierced the late-night darkness.

A shiver traced his spine. He stayed still, unwilling to disrupt the moment. It felt too good to move.

He didn't need to open his eyes again because he finally realized Jimin's soft, plump lips were wrapped around the head of his cock under the covers and he didn't want him to stop.

He moaned to let Jimin know he was awake but loved what was happening. Jimin took the signal, yet didn't change his pace. He wasn't sucking Yoongi off; he was toying with him, his tongue traveling up and down the length, lingering at the tip with soft, slow, kittenish licks.

Jimin was a tease and Yoongi wouldn't want it any other way. The covers shifted faintly above Jimin, his movements tender and quiet. Barely there.

Occasionally, Jimin's lips left featherlight kisses on his skin before grazing just the tip, never taking him fully in, just lips brushing, kissing, caressing.

It wasn't the first time, and Jimin knew how to play his cards well. He knew the plush, velvety feel of his lips on Yoongi's cock was enough to unravel him with just a few touches. Yoongi liked it slow. Teasing. Maddening.

He felt spoiled.

And he simply loved to wake up with his cock inside Jimin's mouth.

Sometimes it got messier than others. Sometimes Yoongi let Jimin lap at his cock until he came in his mouth. He loved it when his orgasm came naturally, loved letting Jimin take control - take his time, drive him crazy with the smallest gestures, moans, and touches.

Yoongi let out a sharp breath as Jimin's tongue danced over every inch, pressing softly against the creases of the tip while his fingers trailed down the inside of Yoongi's thighs, caressing weak spots, teasing his balls.

It was pure bliss.

And Yoongi loved to give up control to Jimin. Only to him.

Jimin never ceased to surprise him. After what felt like hours of relentless teasing, when things turned messy, when Yoongi was on the edge, Jimin pulled away from his cock and climbed over him, legs straddling Yoongi's body. Yoongi felt Jimin's bare cock against his navel, hard and aching for attention.

It was Jimin's way of surprising Yoongi. His Christmas gift, perhaps, but Yoongi didn't deny the detective any of his wishes. Even if sometimes it was difficult for him not to maneuver Jimin, to simply pin him against the bed and pound into him until he saw stars, fiercely and passionately. He loved things harsh, quick, and intense, while Jimin loved soft, lovingly slow, and painfully deliberate.