Hush Pretty Baby
He knows better when he starts to cave and sneaks a hand into his boxers, knows better when he grabs his dick and quietly strokes himself to full hardness, eyes trained in the dark on the outline of Jimin’s plush lips. He knows better when he scoots a little closer, just close enough to brush his free hand along Jimin’s, just close enough to feel some sort of body heat as he jerks off. He knows better when he comes with a stuttered moan and paints the sheets between them, knows better when he watches, fascinated, as his cum glistens on the skin of Jimin’s thigh that pokes out from the blanket.
He knows better.
He knows better, but he’s not sorry.
- Part 1 of Hush Pretty Baby
Jimin wants to shake his head, but he can’t. He wants to tell Yoongi that he can’t move, but he can’t. He wants to kiss Yoongi again, but he can’t.
Yoongi gently maneuvers out from behind him, guiding Jimin to the plush blankets beneath with slow, gentle hands, and then he’s crawling around to hover over Jimin, palms splayed beside his head and knees on either side of his thighs. His bangs hang in his face as he looks down at Jimin, and all Jimin can do is lazily look back.
“Jimin? Hey, Jimin. Can you hear me?”
“I love you, okay? I love you more than anything else, and I’m gonna take real good care of you, okay babe? If you’re afraid, don’t be.”
And that’s the last thing Jimin remembers.
Jimin and Yoongi find a way to recreate their past.
- Part 2 of Hush Pretty Baby