Entanglement || YOONMIN

Chapter 13: Deus Ex Machina

Something went cold deep in Jimin's chest and then too hot all at once.

Done. The word echoed with painful finality in his head, growing in volume until anger swallowed disbelief. Repeating with each painful beat of his heart, roaring in his ears, filling his lungs.

"Done? After everything?" He wanted to sound angry, but the words came out weak. Broken. Tired. Desperate. Still, the anger surged in his chest and he clenched his fists as he glared, waiting for a response. A justification. A retraction.

How could he? Done. How dare he? Done.

The response didn't come. Words didn't seem to be enough, anyway. They never were.

Too many moments of pained silence passed and Jimin snapped first. He flung himself bodily at Yoongi with little regard for their surroundings. A dresser, a bed, a mirror—breakable but replaceable things that didn't matter. Not like this.

He didn't know what his intention was. He didn't want to hurt Yoongi but he wanted—needed—contact. Any sort of contact.

Yoongi reacted as Jimin's full weight crashed into him, forcing both of them back into the bed with a thump that could no doubt be heard throughout the house. He wrapped his arms around Jimin, holding him even as the other man pressed himself close, close, closer.

Their lips met in a too-forceful clash of lips and teeth and tongue, fingers finding purchase in the fabric of their clothes only to grab and twist and pull as if they could somehow get closer. They rolled once, twice, Jimin remaining firmly on top, his legs on either side, pinning Yoongi to the bed beneath him. He pulled away, gasping, searching for something in Yoongi's face.

They breathed in each other for a beat, gasping, searching. Still, there were no words, but the words weren't necessary. Not here, not like this. Yoongi nodded and that was all Jimin needed. To know that he wanted this, to know that done did not exactly mean done. The anger cooled but the fire in his chest did not.

The emotions were coming too hard, too fast, too raw. Something painful and aching coiled inside of him and he forced it down, giving himself to sensation to avoid thought. He planted feverish kisses on Yoongi's neck, raking his teeth over a sensitive spot that made him moan. He tasted the salt of his skin, his tongue burning a path from his clavicle to the intimate hollow behind his ear.

Yoongi growled and the sound was both a balm and a trigger, activating something primal and needy in Jimin. Close was all he could focus on. They shed their clothes in a whirlwind, discarding them on the floor, the bed, the dresser, wherever anything landed. Jimin touched every new bit of exposed skin, feeling Yoongi to remind himself that he was real and he was here and he was not leaving. He was not done.

They made steady eye contact for one heartbeat. Two. Three.

A tendril of insecurity passed between them. A question and an answer. The question was in the gaze, unspoken. Do you want this? The answer was a whisper, barely audible above their heavy breathing.

"Yes."

The next few moments were an awkward scramble. Protection was in the side table, lube was in the dresser. They separated and came back together with a sort of pained desperation as if each second apart was unbearable. The scrambling ended and they were close again.

Jimin took the lead, moving more slowly this time, giving Yoongi every opportunity to pull away. When he did not, Jimin pulled him into a searing kiss, savoring the sweet taste of his lips, the smoothness of skin under his fingertips, the small moans that his actions drew from the other man. Together, it was almost too much. Too sweet. Too perfect.

"Please." Yoongi whispered, and Jimin groaned. The filth that was implied by that please - the words that were meant, but not said.

Jimin groped blindly around the bed for the small tube of lube, which Yoongi pressed into his hand. Jimin moved back, eyeing the other man's flushed nude body as he slowly stroked himself, covering his cock in the slick liquid. Yoongi watched him, eyes heavily lidded, waiting, wanting.

The tension was still there between them, but it had changed forms now. Where it had once been something angry, something feral, it was now something needy, something hungry, something desperate.

Jimin positioned himself carefully behind Yoongi, using the excess lube from his fingers to prepare him. His heart still pounded in his ears as he earned himself a gasp of pleasure and Yoongi pressing his body back into Jimin's hand, impatiently asking for more.

It took every ounce of self-control that Jimin possessed to move slowly, guiding himself in with one hand, a long exhalation falling from his lips as he sheathed himself in warmth. Yoongi was moaning something that sounded like Jimin's name but neither man was coherent enough to process anything other than the sensation of finally being close enough.

The words that Jimin had not been able to find earlier suddenly came rushing to the tip of his tongue and he released them as a litany of curses and praises. The words fell from his lips unbidden as he found his rhythm, anchoring Yoongi by the hips with steady hands even as Yoongi pressed back, trying to make him go faster, deeper. He gasped for as much, the plea falling from swollen pink lips as a keening moan.

The tension between them coiled around them and then inside, tightening with each thrust, with each moan, with each press backwards, until there was nothing left to Jimin's world except for Yoongi and that tightness. His skin burned as he nearly lost control of himself, snapping his hips forwards and then stopping short, his steady rhythm breaking off into an uneven staccato beyond his control.

Yoongi encouraged the unravelling, taking over the rhythm where Jimin faltered, savoring the desperate moans above him. Conscious thought had fled, leaving only sound and sensation. They chased the coiling feeling until it was almost too much to bear. They were pressed back to chest now, Jimin needed to touch as much of Yoongi as he possibly could to be assured that he was there, that this was real. His world narrowed to a single point of light and the coil sprung, flooding Jimin with overwhelming pleasure that left his body trembling and his ears ringing. He was vaguely aware of Yoongi's name falling from his lips and somewhere, more distantly, Yoongi reaching his own peak, but he could barely hear over the blood rushing in his ears.

It took them a moment to part, Jimin falling to one side of the bed as Yoongi rolled out of the way, only to return and lay against Jimin's chest. There was something between them too raw to be spoken, still, so they held each other for a long moment instead.