Churchboy ~ Yoonmin

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"Say your prayers carefully, God isn't the only one listening to them."

It was late. Jimin was still stuck at church, scrubbing the floors until the marble was reflecting even the faintest lights. A surface that people kneel down on every day to say their prayers, in the hopes of God hearing them. What most people tend to forget is that one should be careful what they ask for. God isn't the only one listening to those prayers. Sometimes the devil shows up, disguised as everything you ever wanted.
A sweet temptation designed to test one's faith.

After Jimin finished cleaning, he dropped to his his knees,clapping his hands together and said his prayers.
What he failed to hear, were the steps approaching him from the back. The boy was muttering endless words while his eyes were screwed shut. He was so engrossed in his own thoughts, consumed by the the practice to the point were he lost touch with reality.

Suddenly he felt a pair of strong arms wrap around his waist. The strong smell of an all too familiar cologne clouded his senses. Jimin instantly knew who had knelt down behind him and was now stroking his upper body. None other then Min Yoongi. Jimin had so many questions floating around his head.
What is he doing here?
Didn't he say he had to be somewhere?
Can't he see that I'm praying ?
How dare he interrupt?
Not to mention, doing so, in such a terribly inappropriate manner.
Who does he think he is?

It was more then obvious that Yoongi was trying to provoke a reaction out of the other through teasing him maliciously.
Jimin knew that and as much as he wanted to turn around and scold the other, push him off or at least whine, he gave him nothing. Not a single reaction. Not even an unsteady breath. He kept praying, acting as if the boy wasn't behind him, pressed against him.

Yoongi hated being ignored so he decided to take it a step further, since the brat didn't seem to acknowledge him. He slid one of his hands into Jimin's front pocket while the other went down to his plump ass. He stroked over it a few times before grabbing the meat, softly squeezing it.

Jimin drew in a shaky breath, his words becoming hesitant, the prayer fainting into deep breaths. Yet he was just as stubborn as the other and he was desperately trying to prove it. So once again, he did nothing. Not even moving an inch while the other boy was shamelessly feeling him up.

They were playing a dangerous game in the middle of church, practically begging to be noticed. If someone was to walk in on them, they would be sent away forever. They knew that, yet something about the thrill and danger of possibly getting caught turned them on even more.

Yoongi wasn't exactly backing away from the challenge either. He teased the other by slipping his index finger under the fabric of his jeans from time to time. Jimin let out a sigh while leaning his head back onto Yoongi's shoulder, practically half moaning the prayer, while his eyes were closed. Yoongi slipped one of his hands completely under Jimin's underwear and began to massage the soft skin, making the other quietly moan in anticipation.
While continuing his movement, he subtly pulled the boy closer to him and began to leave feathery kisses along his silky neck.
Yoongi's finger slightly prodded at Jimin's entrance, briefly teasing the sensitive area. And that's when Jimin lost the battle. He simply wasn't able to control himself longer.

" N- ahhhh d-don't do that" he pleaded between moans.

" Of course darling but first, let me ask you something. Don't you know how much I hate being ignored?" Yoongi husked next to the shell of the boy's ear, as smirk dancing on his lips, mocking the boy for losing.

This is soo humiliating, Jimin thought. He absolutely hated the way his body reacted to the male's touch. He despised the way his heart race increased every time he was close to Min Yoongi. He loathed the way his body immediately responded to the other's ministrations.

But what he abhorred more then anything about this, was that he didn't want it to stop. Adrenalin was rushing through his veins at the possibility of getting caught. He loved the way Yoongi's touch made him feel, but he also detested it greatly. He hated himself for liking this. He should be disgusted by this for god's sake. Letting a man touch him like this and enjoying it was wrong on so many levels. IN CHURCH out of all places. Shouldn't he be pushing him away? Instead there he was, rubbing up against the boy's chest, mewling pathetically. He should be revolted buy this and there he was being more aroused by the second.

" I asked you a question, didn't I baby boy? Answer daddy unless you want to be punished.

Yoongi rasped, while is lips were against Jimin's neck, his hot breath tickling the other's sensitive nerves. Suddenly he pushed his the tip of his index finger into the boy's tight hole.
At that Jimin only nodded and let out an accelerated sigh, moaning quietly.
At this point his pants were way too tight, his crotch throbbing in excitement.

" Did a cat steal your tongue darling? Use your words" Yoongi traced the others bulge over his pants.

" I- Ahh know, I'm sorry- ahh. I ahh won't do it a-again ahhhh" Jimin breathed, unable to form coherent sentences in his state.

Yoongi smirked in victory, before placing one last kiss to Jimin's neck.
" That's all I needed to hear." He stated and stood up, leaving a deeply confused Jimin behind.

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What the hell just happened, Jimin wondered