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"J-Jin?"
Seokjin takes a deep, shaky breath. Don't look at me like that, he wants to tell Yoongi, wants to lash out because goddamit, it's not as if neither of them hasn't seen this coming. Yoongi has leaned in too close countless times in the past, has played with Seokjin's fingers and his hair and has stayed up just watching him breathe (and he catches Yoongi every single time because Yoongi's shit at realizing some things; Seokjin just pretends he hasn't been trying to keep himself from cupping Yoongi's cheeks and reeling Yoongi into his arms for the past hour) too many times to count that it's impossible neither of them hasn't at least imagined how all these instances would have panned out if they had just come closer, closed their eyes, tilted their heads until their lips met in a kiss. Seokjin has been replaying moments, events, sequences in his mind and in all of them, the question 'why do we keep pulling away' keeps buzzing in his mind. And from the way Yoongi keeps shifting his gaze from Seokjin's eyes to his lips and then back up, Seokjin's pretty sure Yoongi's been thinking the same the whole time. There's only a sliver of doubt keeping them apart, pushing them away, making them hold onto their fears instead of just giving in.
Still, Seokjin asks in a faint, shaky voice, "Yes or no?" When Yoongi parts his lips in question, licks them while keeping his eyes locked onto Seokjin's own, as if in invitation, Seokjin repeats, "I said, yes or–"
"Yes," Yoongi breathes out, then leans into Seokjin's touch. With a deep breath, he says again, this time louder, more certain, "Yes."
Seokjin nods. It feels strange, knowing that he can finally do what he's long been wanting to, knowing that Yoongi wants this as much as he does, but at the same time it feels... right. It feels like they've been piecing all these split seconds of moments together leading up to this, the magical moment when Yoongi huffs because c'mon, don't make me wait any longer and meets Seokjin halfway, pressing his palms to Seokjin's cheeks and pulling him closes, close, closer. Their lips meet in a light brush and Seokjin feels warmth blooming at the corners of his mouth, coaxing his lips to pull up into a smile. Focus, he thinks he hears Yoongi saying, but the rest of his thoughts dissolve in the warm swipe of Yoongi's tongue along his bottom lip, at Yoongi leaving tiny nips on his lower lip as if slowly, patiently making him open up. He does Yoongi a favor and tilts his head back, sucks in a deep, violent breath as Yoongi smiles against the press of the inelegant slide of their mouths. And he tries to steady himself, to at least hold onto /something/ for balance, but Yoongi makes it so easy to forget anything, everything but the way Yoongi sucks on his lower lip, or the way Yoongi licks the roof of his mouth in the slowest, most torturous manner like Yoongi's committing every single curve, slope, expanse of skin to memory, learning Seokjin all over again.
"Stop grinning," Yoongi murmurs after a while, when they pull away, but Seokjin only brushes off the warning with more giggles, laughter, a wicked smile in the light press of their lips. And Seokjin tilts his head just so for a second round, a third, a fourth, heaving a sight when he feels the vibrations of Yoongi's laughter on his skin, tickling the roof of his mouth, setting him aflame.
(originally posted here: part 1 / part 2)
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See, this is exactly the reason why Yoongi prefers making out in cramped places, why he'd choose kissing and touching and grinding against each other over letting someone peel his layers off one-by-one, until he's naked and feeling too vulnerable for words. Seokjin looks up at him through the narrow slits of his bangs and gives him a dreamy, sleepy smile, and Yoongi's insides lurch without preamble (it's a good lurch, though). Seokjin threads his fingers between Yoongi's own and Yoongi rolls over to where Seokjin is in an instant, arms wrapping around Seokjin's body, slick with sweat and sex, without a second thought. Seokjin whispers his name like it's the most sacred word in every language and Yoongi has to blink several times because this can't be real. Seokjin can't be real. And the fit of their bodies in this bed too short for Seokjin's long legs shouldn't feel so right, but it does. It feels so damn perfect, like they've always been molded in the shape of each other.
"Less thinking, more cuddling," Seokjin says, then presses a soft kiss to the back of Yoongi's hand. He giggles seconds after, and Yoongi sure hopes it isn't because of the loud thumping in his chest pressed against Seokjin's back, or the faint whimper that escapes his lips when Seokjin's warmth bleeds onto his skin and to the rest of his body, making him feel more alive than before.
(originally posted HERE)