"Your collarbones are pretty hyung." Jimin mumbled suddenly and abruptly against Yoongi's smooth, pale neck, his nose brushing over his jawline, the tips of his fingers tracing over the sloping angles pressing against his warm skin. Yoongi laughed quietly into his sweet scented hair, twitching slightly as his breath ghosted over the silky strands.

"You have them too you know." He reminded him, taking his hand and threading their fingers together. Jimin shrugged, pressing kisses over them ever so softly. "Yeah, but they're not as pretty as yours." He mouthed over his skin, and Yoongi shivered at his touch, glancing down at his heavily lidded eyes.

"You're so pretty Yoongi..." He whispered almost breathlessly, and Yoongi felt a spark of pleasure at the lack of honorifics, something warm and burning arising in his chest at the intimacy in that single word.

He suddenly felt a wave of lust wash over him, taking in Jimin's more than tempting outfit, his closeness, his pink, luscious lips trailing over his jaw, and he gasped sharply, attempting to shove back the arousing want forcing its way to the surface.

No, no, he's not ready, you can't, he thought, almost panicked, slowly untangling himself from the younger boy's embrace, a dark blush on his pale cheeks.

Jimin shot him a confused glance, his brows pinching, and Yoongi searched his muddled mind for an excuse.

"I-I'm going to...get s-some water..." He explained shakily, rushing off to the kitchen before Jimin could protest.

But Jimin was smarter than that.

He followed him, bare feet shuffling over the carpeted floor, leaning against the doorway and watching as Yoongi clutched the counter, breathing slowly, his eyes shut tight.

Jimin's mouth went dry, his heart already racing fast enough to leave him slightly dizzy and light headed. He swallowed, rubbing his clammy palms on his leather pants, licking his lips.

"Yoongi." He prompted, his voice high and sultry, and he looked up, his pupils dilated, roaming over Jimin's body for the umpteenth time that evening, itching to touch him.

He tried to shake those thoughts out of his head.

"Hey," He sighed, rubbing his eyes, tilting his head inquisitively. "Do you need something?"

Jimin nodded, approaching him carefully, and slinging his arms around his slim waist, exhaling into his chest. His heart was beating furiously, and he couldn't help but feel proud that he had this affect on his hyung.

"Yeah," He said quietly, almost seductively, kissing just below Yoongi's ear, smirking at his harsh intake of breath, his grip tightening, tensing, as though physically holding himself back. "Tell me what you're thinking...tell me what you want..."

Yoongi flipped them around, holding Jimin against the counter. He held on tight to his forearms, panting against his shoulder, groaning softly, and Jimin combed his hand through his dark hair, pulling him impossibly closer.

"I want you Yoongi..." He said lowly, and Yoongi almost whined into him, his breath catching in his throat. "Do you want me?"

Yoongi let out a strangled moan, leaning back to look Jimin in the eye, and the burning need he found there knocked the wind out of his lungs, his body immediately going weak and pliant.

God, he thought, the blood rushing straight...down.

"You want this?" He asked, still hesitant, still careful with him.

Always, always waiting for his permission.

Waiting for his consent.

Jimin grasped at his shirt, ghosting his lips over Yoongi's, bumping their noses together, lacing his hands around his neck.

"Please Yoongi," He whispered, shuddering as his warm fingers crept under his shirt, tracing his spine. He met his gaze, pressing their foreheads together and promising with complete firmness and certainty. "I want you."