Techni-Color | YoonMin

Bonus: First Night

SMUT WARNING

The city lights twinkle below me, only slightly distorted by the glass separating me from the outside.  They become a faded blur as I focus on the glass-more importantly on the man I can see in the reflection. 

Jimin lays on the large, four-poster bed behind me, the white robe draped around his body matching my own. He shifts and the material falls slightly, giving me a view of his shoulder, the skin sun-kissed and darker than my own. 

He turns, a smile spreading across his face as he catches me watching him in the reflection.

"What are you looking at?" 

I turn, unable to stop the smile that I feel forming on my lips. "Hmmmm, it's a secret."

Setting the book he had been reading aside, Jimin sits up, his robe falling open to reveal the smooth skin of his chest. I lick my lips, my eyes drawn to the sight. Crossing his arms in front of him, Jimin pouts. "We're not supposed to have secrets."

I smirk at him, tilting my head to the side. "Well people aren't supposed to look as good as you do either, but obviously some rules just get broken."

His face flushes, the color still as mesmerizing as the first time I saw it. "Sh-Shush," he mumbles, running a hand through his silver hair, still damp from the shower he had just taken. I was sad when he had decided to change the color, saying that he had simply 'grown tired' of the orange. But somehow Jimin managed to pull off any color, it was truly unfair. 

"But if you really must know," I say, taking slow steps toward the bed. Jimin watches me, his chest rising and falling with his soft breaths. I place one of my knees on the bed, leaning forward to place my lips against his ear. Jimin shudders as I whisper to him, "I was looking at you, Mr. Min."

Jimin sighs, but tenses as I press a kiss to the spot right below his ear, the skin soft under my lips. I turn his head towards me, pressing a light kiss to his lips. I try to pull back, but Jimin holds me there, returning my kiss by tenfold and turning it from sweet to passionate. He tugs on my arm, and I fall forward-landing so my legs are on either side of his, effectively straddling him. 

"Say it again," his whispers against my lips. 

I pull back just enough to look down at him. "Min Jimin."

Jimin pulls me back to him, our lips colliding once again. My body feels like it's on fire, a groan escaping me when Jimin tugs on my hair. 

I reach out, my fingers sinking into the plush material of his robe as I push him down onto the bed, breaking the kiss. Jimin whines and attempts to sit back up, his eyes trained on my lips. I hold him there, a chuckle rising in my throat. 

"Be a good boy and stay there, Jiminie." 

"Bu-But-"

Bending down, I rest my lips against his neck, just close enough that they brushed the sensitive skin there when I spoke. "Only good boys get rewards, Jiminie. Do you not want your reward?"

"I want it!" 

I sit back up, flashing him a smile. "Then listen to me, okay?"

He nods eagerly and I can't help but watch him for a moment. I take in his features, committing them all to memory: the heated look in his eyes, the blush that stains his plump cheeks, the way his hair fans out around his head like a halo against the white sheets beneath him. 

He was too beautiful.

And he was mine. 

Unable to hold myself back any longer, I kiss him, the fire in my veins only growing hotter when he moans into the kiss. I tangle my hands in his hair, holding him in place as I nip his bottom lip, asking for permission to continue.