Secrets

20. Sleeping Arrangements

The evening had gone better than I had anticipated. Yoongi's family had a lot of questions about me and mine, and they seemed to like the answers. I was left alone with his mother for thirty terrifying minutes, because I offered to help her clean up. It wasn't bad, I was just nervous. We had a good amout of small chitchat.

However, as it grew late in the evening, the topic of who would be where came up.

I yawned a bit unexpectedly. "I'm so sorry. I guess I'm getting a little tired."

"A little? Didn't you stay up half the night studying?" Yoongi teased. "We should probably get you to bed soon."

"Oh...um, where am I tonight?"

"Yoongi will just sleep in his brother's room. You can take Yoongi's room," his mother said.

"Why is Yoongi sleeping in my room?"

There was a moment of silence where my sleepy brain caught up and I felt a flush crawl up my neck, over my ears, and across my cheeks.

"Fine. You figure it out. I'll be going to bed now."

The moment their parents door could be heard closing, both boys eyed each other. After a few seconds of silence Yoongi nodded and took my hand.

"Come on, flirt. Bedtime."

"My bag is still in the car."

"No, it's in my room. I took it up while you and my mother were cleaning."

My boyfriend lead me to a room upstairs to the back of the house.

"Aw-haha, look at little Yoongi," I giggled, picking up a childhood picture of him.

"Stop that."

"You were such a cute kid, what happened?"

"I grew up and got sexy."

"Did you though?"

Yoongi took the picture from me and put it back. Then, giving me a smirk, he grabbed my hips and pulled my body tightly agaist his. I could feel his breath on my lips as he whispered, "You tell me, flirt."

I gasped and grabbed his arms to steady myself. "You certainly grew seductive."

His lips found mine, drawing me into a passionate kiss that made me weak in the knees. His arms slid around my waist, and my hands slid into his hair. I felt him start to harden as I broke away, trying to keep my heavy breathing quiet. His lips burned down my neck.

"Yoongi," I breathed. "You probably should control yourself a bit better."

"What about you?"

"I'm trying. You are not helping. Your parents are in the house."

"You'll have to keep your voice down then."

I felt the bed hit the backs of my legs, Yoongi pushed me over onto my back.

"Bad idea, babe, please?" I whispered.

"Do you want me to stop?"

I sighed. He knew I wanted him. He knew I would be down to make love anywhere, anytime. He knew I wanted him to be the responsible one. I reached up and yanked him down on top of me. "Yoongi, are you really okay with the idea of risking your family hearing this if I can't keep it down?"

"It has nothing to do with that and everything to do with the fact that I've barely seen you in months and it's been a while since I've felt you cum. I've been worried about you leaving."

"You can't control yourself until we get back to my place tomorrow?"

"I want to make love to you," Yoongi whispered. "Gentle. Tomorrow...less gentle."

"Maybe we should have reconsidered sharing a bed then."

Yoongi pulled my dress up over my head. He stared down at me and licked his lips. "We might as well get used to sharing a bed now."

I flushed. "Stop that."

He began slowly peeling off his clothes. "Stop what?"

"Referencing us married. It makes me shy."

"You're cute shy." He helped me out of my bra and panties. "You're beautiful when you're focused on something, sometimes your face scrunches up and you stick your tongue between your teeth. You get so focused you hear nothing else. But when you're nervous, you pay attention to every little thing. You've already made my family love you in only a few hours. You're absolutely amazing."

Still standing over me as my legs hung off the bed, he ran his hands down my thighs and pushed my knees apart, and kissed around my neck and chest.

"Yoongi," I whispered, feeling the burn in my cheeks spread from his words.

He caught my lips again, and I felt him push slowly into me, forcing a soft groan from my lips.

He was right, we'd both been so busy, we hadn't had enough time with each other. So, it'd been about two months since we'd had sex. My body craved him, like my lungs craved air.

I wrapped my legs around him. The rhythm we set was steady. I bit my lip, trying to take slow deep breaths as we moved.

He had braced himself with one hand by my head, and holding my hip as I gripped his arms. I had my head back, trying to keep quiet.

Honestly, it wasn't fair of him to do that to me. We may not have fought much, but the arguments we did have, Yoongi often would solve with touch. I melted in his hands. I wasn't sure if it was healthy or not, but it helped us both calm down to talk about what was wrong.

It also usually ended in us wrapped around each other. Like now.

Yoongi shifted his position, holding my knees as his thrusts picked up speed.

I gasped softly, arching my back, one hand covering my mouth, the other now tangled in my own hair.

"You look beautiful and sexy like that"

I shook my head. I didn't think I could hold it. I moved my hand, keeping my voice as low as possible. "Yoongi, stop."

He froze immediately. "What's wrong?"

"I-I can't. I'm going to scream if you finish me." I pushed him back and he followed. I wimpered as he slid from me.

"You can't leave it like."

I smiled and knelt in front of him. "I know you can keep it down."

"That's not wha-gah," Yoongi's words cut off as I sucked him into my mouth.

He sat back on the bed, making me follow. I bobbed my head quickly along his length. It didn't take long before I heard him grunt softly and felt his cum shoot into my mouth. I swallowed him fast and licked my lips, looking at him with a soft smile.

"What about you?"

I shook my head. "I can feel it. Yoongi, you play my body like an instrument, and it's not meant to be quiet."

He knelt down and looked in my eyes. "You're so close. I can't just leave you like this."

"I'm fine."

He frowned at me, suddenly reaching out and gently squeezing my nipple. I felt and electric jolt straight betweem my legs, making me pant and my eyes water from the intensity of need.

"You're not fine."

"Tomorrow. When we're not within earshot of your family, you are completely welcome to take care of this for me. But I can't now."

He agreed, begrudgingly, to wait. We pulled on pajamas and cuddled together. My skin felt sensitive and I needed release. I just...couldn't. Not with his family so close.