Slowly, the soft mouth presses against Jimin's wet lips – they open on their own accord, permitting the violation, inviting it, even. The thick tongue slides in easily, taking what it wants and they kiss, pressing against each other in the rain, every drop between them connecting them to each other and to the world around them.

Jimin tries to push Yoongi away, he really tries, only for his arms to take liberties – they do what they want and wrap around the shoulders, around the neck when the kiss deepens. He opens and softens in the hold, melting into the kiss.

For a sweet, sweet moment, everything is perfect, then reality knocks and Jimin remembers who he is, who Yoongi is and why they are here.

Instantly, his hands come down to smack the shoulders as hard as he's able, his teeth sink into a lip, he fights with all his might.

"Fuck!" Yoongi yowls in pain. He pulls away instantly, holding fingers to the corner of his lip. "You..." His eyes flash with anger, it matches Jimin's fury.

"Count yourself lucky, that would normally qualify for something a lot worse than that!" Jimin shouts, trying so hard to project the rage that is too corrupted by his selfish want.

They stand facing each other, chests heaving, and suddenly Yoongi chuckles, grinning like he just can't help it. With the charming smile, Jimin finds that his rage softens and rounds into something quite different and suddenly, it's hard to stay mad.

"Are you not going to ask me in? It's raining?" Yoongi says, casually.

Jimin makes a point at glancing at the driver standing further away by the car. He's waiting under the large umbrella that's clearly available for Yoongi to use at any time.

"Go home. Thanks for the lift," Jimin's manners finally seep through the rage that is becoming harder by the moment to maintain.

"But the car's broken, could really do with some shelter while I wait for recovery." Yoongi continues playfully, grinning in that cute smile of his. It's almost irresistible... Damn. Walk away, Jimin, walk away.

"The engine is literally running. I can see the exhaust fumes from here!" he tries so hard not to smile, but the conversation is just so silly. The guy is tenacious, if he's anything.

"Well, in that case, I need to call for help, my phone is dead." Yoongi tries one more time, but just when he says it, the phone in his pocket buzzes with a notification.

"Oops, gotcha!" Jimin grins, glancing at the state of Yoongi – he's soaked to the bone, the long hair hangs in sad rivulets against his head, rain water is dripping from the tip of his nose. "Fine, I'll get you a towel, but nothing more. You're really something else, Mr Min..." he adds, shaking his head.

"It's a deal... as long as it comes with a coffee as well." Yoongi adds and Jimin chuckles. Unbelievable. Something tight releases inside him. He sighs dramatically, pretending exasperation that is no longer there. Yoongi's unexpected silliness lifts Jimin up in a way he hasn't felt in a long time and it's... nice. Really nice.

"Fine. One coffee and a towel and then you're leaving. No funny business, Mr Min." He wags a finger, winking.

They step inside the building.

The lift doors open straight away when Jimin presses the call button. They enter the claustrophobic space in the middle of a weighted silence that tenses every muscle inside his body. He says nothing when the doors close behind them and slowly, his back is pressed against the mirror.

The kiss is softer this time, an arm curls around Jimin's waist, fingers push to the back of his hair again for that tantalising tug. And he does nothing, because he wants it. To his detriment, to his greed, he wants it. Despite the nagging at the back of his head, shouldn't do this... he goes for it and he kisses back, with his all, like he's never been kissed before. When a hand cups around his ass and kneads, nothing else seems relevant.

Yoongi pulls away. Jimin adds, breathless, "Okay, maybe I'll make you two cups of coffee, if you behave..."

"Define behave..." Yoongi quips, brows wriggling suggestively. "I didn't hear you objecting..." he adds, pulling Jimin close.

"Can you... try that again... I'm not quite sure if I enjoyed it... I need to make sure..." Jimin says, eyes heavy. He leans in and Yoongi does as he's told.

The lift doors ping open and there is Taehyung. He stops in his tracks when he sees the two soaking wet figures making out in the lift. Jimin sees him and pulls away from Yoongi like a teen caught out by his parents.

"Taehyung, why are you outside? Where are you going? It's raining cats and dogs!" he adds, despite seeing the heavy coat on his friend.

"I-I just remembered we needed milk..." Taehyung says, looking awkward as hell.

"You don't even drink milk," Jimin retorts, conscious of his bruised lips.

"No, but I was... Erm, going to try it. Gotta go." Taehyung mutters and pushes the pair out of his way. "Bye!" He waves and disappears when the doors close.

"What a strange person..." Yoongi says, dismayed.

"That's Taehyung for you – but don't be fooled by it, he only ever has everyone else's best interest in mind, he's a sweetheart! At least he's never boring..." Jimin giggles brightly. His laughter dies down when the real reason for the strange behaviour occurs to him... Taehyung thinks they are going to need the privacy! A nervous flutter flits across his belly at the thought.

"You speak like you really like him." Yoongi's tone darkens perceptively and Jimin can't help but to feel pleased over the obvious jealousy.

"Don't be ridiculous, it would never work, we're both bott-" Jimin's words cut off when his brain finally catches up with his mouth. A fierce blush flashing across his face like wildfire, he turns away. He pretends he's misplaced the keycard again – just so he can hide in his chest while he looks for it.

Yoongi's finger traces a line across the back of Jimin's neck, "I didn't know it's possible to blush so badly that it shows even at the back of your neck, I'm afraid you're obviously flustered Mr Park ..." Yoongi teases softly.

"That's it, I've changed my mind! You can go home, Mr Min. Goodbye!" Jimin pouts, shoving Yoongi away when he opens the door. He goes to slam it in the man's face but he's too slow.

"I don't think so..." Yoongi grins, pushing into the apartment. "I was promised a cup of coffee..." Jimin's teeth sink into his lip in anticipation.

The door slams behind them, the shoes come off and just like that, Yoongi is back in Jimin's face. Close. So close... crowding him against a wall.

Yoongi cups Jimin's cheek with a tender touch, eyes searching.

"Do you still want me to leave?" he asks, quietly, such sincerity shining on his face, it's surprising. Is he really the scary criminal Jimin has made him out to be, or is the monster only in his head? Because right now, all he can see is exceptional honesty there in the cat eyes, and it calls to him, somewhere deep inside.

Their bodies brush together and electricity tingles, sparking expectation, want, longing.

"No..." he whispers. "I think you'd better kiss me, quick, before I change my mind..." he pushes closer.

Yoongi's mouth lands, hard and the tongue slips in, dipping in like he's tasting the finest of foods, savouring. Jimin can't help it, he opens up to it easily, it feels good... the way Yoongi kisses, it makes him forget everything.

"I'm not going to stop unless you ask me to..." The words rasp against Jimin's throat, sending waves of cool down his limbs.

"Well, if you play your cards right..." Jimin mutters, smiling, head falling back against the wall when touch travels down his sides and over the hips.

"Oh, I fully intend to..." Yoongi smirks.

Firm hands start peeling Jimin's wet layers off while they kiss their way down the short corridor of the apartment. Reality disappears more with every kiss.

"Bathroom?" Yoongi asks, nibbling at Jimin's lip with his teeth until the question is all but forgotten. Jimin pulls him in the right direction, hands yanking the heavy coat and the suit jacket off at the same time.

The bathroom is small, but there is enough space for two entangled people trying to get undressed without letting each other go. Jimin switches the shower on and straight away, the hot water starts steaming up the surfaces, filling the air with a mist that falls on his already naked skin.

"Please hurry..." Yoongi complains when Jimin takes too long to undo the zip and belt of the suit trousers.

"Getting a little desperate are we?" Jimin pushes, only to receive a slap on his naked ass for it – it jiggles rudely. His teeth clamp on a lip at the warmth that gathers on the tingling skin underneath the handprint.

"You watch that mouth, I'm telling you." Yoongi threatens, but Jimin doesn't wait to be asked, he simply takes what he wants. "Ah!" Yoongi gasps, eyes rolling, when fingers grab his cock and pull it out of the layers of clothing. "Such s-small hands..." he mumbles, eyes rolling at the sight.

"You were saying...?" Jimin teases while his fingers spread the damp at the tip of the hardness and Yoongi whines, the sound only spurring him on further.

It feels like a punishment when he is pushed into the shower, behind the glass door.

"Oh, don't pout, kitten, I'm coming..." it's Yoongi's turn to tease while the remainder of his clothes come off.

Then it's wet skin on skin, soap and hands sliding greedily. It's the first time both of them kiss without any reservation, without fighting it, they kiss like they are honest about how hungry, desperate and needy for each other they are.

"Ahh, fuck!" Jimin's head flicks back when slippery fingers slide along the crevice of his ass.

"Put your hands against the wall..." Yoongi whispers right into his ear. "I want to make you feel really good..." He shifts to the side, one soapy hand on the front, the other on the back, both working their magic while Jimin just stands there, trying to hold on.

"Ohh!" his hips start moving, fucking against the fingers when two slip inside. "More..."

"More fingers or harder...?" Yoongi asks, like he's fascinated by Jimin's easy ecstasy.

"Both!" Jimin moans, so close already it's ridiculous. Everything is tight inside him, burning, pulsing,.. demanding. "Ah, fuck..."

"That's it, kitten, let me just..." Yoongi mutters. When his fingers find their intended target inside, Jimin nearly collapses on the floor from the intense pleasure. Yoongi ignores him and carries on, fingers rubbing and sliding against the tender flesh until the pleasure becomes simply intolerable.

"I-I can't, I'm going to...!" Jimin gasps, trying to hold on to nothing but slippery tile while his world is tilting from too much pleasure. He can't stop it, with a high-pitched wail, he comes all over the wet, tiled wall.

"Feel better for that?" Yoongi smiles.

"Hm-mm..." Jimin leans a forehead against the wall and takes a moment to breathe. It's a surprise he's still standing, in all honesty.

They finish washing, taking no notice of the hardness still poking in the air between them. When out of the shower, they don't even make it into the bedroom when Yoongi leans in, demanding another kiss on the way. He tugs Jimin closer by the towel wrapped around his waist. "Come here..." he mutters, almost fondly.

"Getting bossy are we...?" Jimin teases, pretending to resist.

"You like it... Really." Yoongi grins at the head shake. "I know you're only pretending you don't..." Such arrogance deserves a smack on the shoulder and Jimin is more than happy to provide it.

"I don't like being told what to do," he pouts and heads for the bedroom, head held high.

Yoongi follows and reaches for him, taking no notice of the words. His fingers curl into the wet, blond hair and Jimin is pushed and pulled until he's firmly in Yoongi's grasp, arching against his arm like he really had no say over it.

"I reckon I can change your mind..." Yoongi whispers, smiling. "At least in the bedroom..." he adds when Jimin scoffs at him, outraged at the mere suggestion. The fingers in the hair tug back, as if to prove a point and that's all it takes – Jimin gasps, helpless. It does feel so good...But right now he has other priorities. He shoves Yoongi onto the bed and climbs on top of him.

"Hm. Don't think so... But you can keep trying to convince me," he grinds down, grinning, hips against hips, teasing relentlessly.

"Fuck..." Yoongi squirms under him, helpless in his desire. Jimin likes the feeling of power, he's not sure he'll want to give it up. It's an intoxicating feeling. "Please, sit on my face," Yoongi puffs, quite contrary to his bravado not a moment ago.

"Since you asked so nicely..." Jimin teases. He clambers up and turns to face the feet, straddling across the milky chest.

"Bloody hell..." the words drift up from between his legs, just before the tongue licks across everything sensitive, once, twice, three times. Jimin feels his spine soften, waist arching at the incredible pleasure that seems to reach every corner of his existence. The persistent tongue flicks over the dent, tasting, savouring, rolling and sliding eagerly before it pushes in, wet and hot.

Jimin moans, loudly. So deep in his pleasure, he grinds down, encouraged further by the lewd noises Yoongi makes every time he goes down firmly, fucking against the mouth, riding the tongue. The pleasure is overwhelming, but never quite enough.

"Jee-zus... god!" Jimin pants. He moves faster, grinding more and more, pressing down on the face hard enough that Yoongi's hips stutter – so helpless... Jimin is tempted by the neglected cock.

He leans forward and licks over the silky shaft, tasting slowly. It's heavy, solid, the kind that takes no prisoners if used correctly – Jimin has a feeling that Yoongi knows exactly what to do with it, going by the way the tongue dances on his hole.

Jimin sucks the cock in, humming deeply. Hard hands yank him back by the hips when he gets too greedy and leans too far. A brief struggle ensues until a compromise is found; Yoongi keeps Jimin tucked close while he thrusts up, deeper into the mouth.

The thickness in Jimin's mouth flips a switch inside, he melts into something altogether softer, submitting fully, he simply holds his mouth open, so, so willingly, offering. He surrenders to the pleasure, sinking into it.

"Fucking hell! Ah shit! Yoongi shouts, "This fucking mouth..."

In a flurry of limbs, Yoongi moves quickly. He pushes Jimin off and manhandles him into position on the bed, face down, ass up in the air.

"Don't fucking move." Yoongi growls and Jimin melts, cheek flattening against the sheets when he feels lube applied to his hole, swiftly and efficiently.

"I can't wait any longer, I have to have you..." Yoongi says. Despite the words, he waits for an objection that never comes.

"Please. Do it..." Jimin wriggles, whining.

He groans in ecstasy when the thickness pushes in, slowly, all the way. Yoongi starts moving with intention – a pure, agonising, slow intention that is enough to drive a man wild with want.

"Faster..." Jimin pleads but Yoongi does nothing of the sort. It's a leisurely thrust after thrust, like he's got all the time in the world, until the need inside Jimin grows into cataclysmic proportions. Fingers rumpling the sheets, he cries, again. "Please..."

After too long, Yoongi gifts him the wish – finally. He slams in, once, twice, three times and then starts pounding so hard Jimin jolts back and forth, without any control over his own body.

"Fucking hell!" Yoongi grunts, reaching for Jimin's arms. He grabs the wrists and uses the limbs for extra leverage, pulling back against every thrust. Jimin arches, knees spreading wider. Slap. Hand lands on the luscious ass cheek. Again. Slap.

"Ah. Ah. Ah," Jimin moans with every jolt, without a single thought in his head while Yoongi fucks like a machine, over and over. Pleasure seeps all over him until he's drunk with it, so gone he can't even think. "Wait, I'm going to– "

It's no use... Yoongi knows what he's doing.

He yanks Jimin up. Firm arms wrap around him, one across the waist, another around the shoulder. A hand slides across the throat and jaw and Jimin has never felt this held before.

He comes to the sounds of Yoongi following right behind him.