a/n: because sugapark ;u; gdi whut? just? happened?

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yoongi is pretty damn certain he had a very valid argument somewhere in the recesses of his mind as to why exactly this is a bad idea.

but everything irrelevant that isn’t jimin slowly sieves away from his train of thought, like water slipping through the cracks between cupped fingers. the more he tries to cling, the more it manages to trickle away.

reason number one. fuck, what was it again?

yoongi’s head collides with the metal surface of the elevator wall, eyes screwed shut with teeth clamped down on his lower lip to bite back the moan that threatens to break free.

he tries once again to remember the legitimate points as to why this shouldn’t be happening right now, but yoongi fails to even recall what exactly it is they shouldn’t be doing in the first place, let alone the definite details as to why it needs to be stopped.

what is it anyways?

nothing really makes sense in yoongi’s world except for the drag of jimin’s lips against his heated flesh, tongue pressed down as it applies the most delicious pressure against the pulsing veins of yoongi’s cock that jimin currently has swallowed inside his mouth.

“jimin, fuck,” yoongi pants, trying to recollect his better judgment. “wait, what?”

jimin hums around yoongi’s girth, glancing up through his lashes to hold yoongi’s gaze. and the vibrations have the elder’s hips bucking involuntarily, train of thought once again jolting off track.

logic be damned.

yoongi’s fingers curl around the metal beam that encloses the perimeter of the elevator, knuckles turning white from the force of his grip. and with his head pressed back into the wall, yoongi glances up towards the roof, only to be startled by the reflective surface that covers the entire expanse of it.

reflecting the image of jimin on his knees, head bobbing up and down with one hand wrapped around the base to hold it steady, the other cupped around the curve of yoongi’s ass, gently kneading the supple flesh.

with a shuddering breath, yoongi eyes travel over to glance at his own reflection, gazing at himself with heavy lidded eyes and lips parted in a totally fucked out expression of complete and mindless bliss.

and yoongi can’t help but wish he had his camera right now, because everything be damned, this image of the two of them is criminally hot.

but none of that matters as jimin gives a sudden, hard suck, pumping the base of yoongi’s cock at an increased tempo that has the elder feeling winded and shaken, muscles coiling as his fingers curl around fistfuls of jimn’s hair of their own accord.

the pressure continues to build, escalating in a mounting wave of heat and buzzing electricity until yoongi finally gives in to the rising tide, drowning under the surface of his orgasm and plummeting into oblivion.

and jimin swallows it all greedily, dragging his tongue along the underside as he pulls away with a smack of his lips.

yoongi is still trying to catch his breath as jimin rises back onto his feet, the only thing keeping him standing is his hold on the younger’s steady shoulders.

“so how was that?” jimin grins, leaning in to glide his tongue along yoongi’s lower lip, giving him a taste of himself before pressing in for a kiss.

the cheek on this one.

“you’re a right little terror, you know that?” yoongi smiles against jimin’s lips, smoothing the pad of his thumb along the line of his jaw.

and as the muddled haze of his post-orgasm begins to lift, yoongi finally remembers that they’re in a public elevator, in a public building where anyone could walk in at any moment, and that said elevator hasn’t moved in the past fifteen minutes or so.

“ah shit,” yoongi winces, gently nudging jimin away to pull up his pants and lean forward to press the button for the first floor landing. “seokjin hyung’s gonna be pissed we’re late.”

jimin shrugs.

oh well.

tucking himself under yoongi’s arm, jimin wraps himself around the elder’s waist, burying his face into yoongi’s chest as they remain quiet for the rest of the way down, the steady drone and whir of the elevator mechanics the only sound echoing in their ears.

and jimin’s sudden, high-pitched laugh is the first thing to break the silence, startling yoongi out of his daze and glancing down to quirk a brow in question.

“what’s so funny?” yoongi asks, rubbing has hand up and down jimin’s arm, shaking from the laughter bubbling in his chest.

jimin coughs, calming down enough to take a few breaths before pointing his chin towards the corner of the elevator ceiling where a small black box is attached to the wall.

“you think that camera really works?”