Crazy about you [COMPLETE]

12- T-touch me. Please?

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«Daddy ... please!».

Yoongi chuckled, tracing his lips down Jimin's jawline, stopping to suck slightly at what he had quickly found out to be the kid's sensitive spot.

«Be patient, baby boy. – he purred, scooting down to settle on Jimin's knees – Off. – he commanded – Daddy is going to take good care of you.».

The dongsaeng obliged, his eyes wide and his mouth dry, as he threw the tee on the bed; he licked his lips, panting softly, sneaking a hand down to palm his own achingly hard cock – Yoongi had quickly succeeded in giving him a boner just by kissing him roughly – but before he could provide himself some kind of friction the hyung pushed him back against the parquet, pinning his wrists on both sides of his head.

«Behave. – he bossed, then added, with a sly smile – Looks like your friends knew what he was talking about, Mr Abs.».

He was right: all those years spent training had provided Jimin a toned body, and the hyung was taking his sweet time to caress every inch of bare skin before eventually reaching up to rub a thumb against the kid's nipple.

Jimin blushed, flattered by those words, and Yoongi couldn't help but lean down, crashing their lips together; the kid didn't even try to fight for dominance, allowing Suga's tongue to slip into his mouth, moaning obscenely as he felt his hyung's body brush against his crotch.

«You're so hot, baby boy. – Suga growled, his fingers still teasing the younger's nipple, his lips tracing lower – So ... awesome. And you respond so beautifully, Jiminie.» he concluded, and as a proof of what he'd just said he reached for his free nipple, swirling it with his tongue and causing the kid to squirm under his touch.

«Daddy ... ».

«Yes?»

«T-touch me. Please?» he managed to yelp, arching his back to look for some kind of friction.

Again, Suga giggled, peppering butterfly kisses down to Jimin's stomach til he met the tense fabric of his sweatpants.

«Eyes on me.» he bossed, and the dongsaeng obliged; with a single move Yoongi managed to pull his pants all the way down to his ankles and giving him enough space to get out of them himself: with just those black boxers on, the kid was stunning.

«So hard for daddy already, uh? I bet you are looking forward to what I'm about to do.».

Yoongi leaned over, a shit-eating grin on his face as he pressed an open-mouth kiss on the outline of the kid's cock, sucking softly through the fabric.

Jimin whined, breathing erratically, his hips jerking up as soon as Suga used his hand to squeeze slightly at his balls. When the patch on Jimin's boxer grew bigger and Yoongi began to feel the slight taste of precum on his tongue, he finally decided to put the kid out of misery, pulling down the last piece of clothing that still prevented him from his impatient cock: he leaned over, biting his own bottom lip as he felt his own erection twitch in his pants, and gave a few small kitten licks to the head, causing Jimin to moan loudly.

«Even though I'd love to hear you, I suggest you keep quiet, baby boy. – Suga purred – You don't want other people to hear us, do you?».

«I am sor-ah, daddy, oh my God!».

Jimin had been soon cut off by Yoongi's mouth swallowing his cock all the way down.

Suga looked up at the kid's face, enjoying the crazed look in his eyes -he would have never admitted it, but he loved giving heads.