Glow

😳 Distraction

'Can I try something?' I ask.

Looking up, kinda like deer in headlights, he nods, gulping. Pushing back from the desk Jimin sits and waits, patiently, watching my every move.

 Getting up from his bed I walk over to him, trying my best to not stalk like a predator... try. I'm not sure I succeeded.

Leaning over his form I mutter to him in his ear. 'Close your eyes, please. Keep them closed. And hold still, don't touch.' He nods, closing them with a gulp... I watch his throat bob with his anticipation.

I let my breath through my parted lips skim his skin as I slowly move around from his ear to his face. I am suddenly aware that I am grateful that I haven't eaten yet, that my breath is freshly clean from my toothbrush this morning.

Looking down he's not quite tense, but his hands are firmly gripping the chair he sits on. One knee is already bouncing slightly, his body's tension given only that way to release as he lets me do whatever I have planned.

My gaze focuses in on his lips. With the tip of my tongue I touch his upper lip, tasting the chapstick he's already used this early in the morning. A low moan from him and his lips part, a huff of air hitting my lips as he flushes.

Teeth next. I nibble gently on that same upper lip, testing the plushness of that wonderful muscle. Nibbling, licking, I fully explore his upper lip. His responses are intoxicating, breathy moans, gentle whimpers, his body tensing and twitching.

When I switch to his lower lip to continue my explorations his head drops back to rest on the chair back, his groan of desperation deep from his chest. To stabilize him, and honestly myself, I place one hand gently on the side of his face, my palm almost completely covering his ear, my fingers gently playing with his hair at the nape of his neck, my thumb brushing along his jawline.

Jimin keeps himself from curling into my touch at his jaw, the action of stopping himself visible in the full control over himself as he tenses and holds himself still. The bob of this throat, fully extended as he lets his head rest back teases my imagination... but I want to continue tasting his lips.

The tease of my tongue along his lower lip has his reaching out, trying to find mine, to tangle  and pull me in for more. Instead I move to nibbling the edges of his mouth when he searches for my tongue with his, making his vocalized groan so sinful. 

Licking, nibbling pulling his lower lip in between mine, suckling gently on his lips, alternating between his lower and upper lip... he's sweating with the attempt to control himself. He's succeeding thus far, but I know it's only time until he's too far gone in the sensations. 

Pulling away the barest amount I let my breath trail back to his ear, a thought overtaking my imagination. 'Can you let me keep going? Is it okay ?' I ask, my breath whispering over the shell of his ear. 

The full body shiver rolls through him, and he gulps, the pants for breath halted momentarily as he pulls his mind together to answer me.

'Ye, butsghabnida...' (yes, please)

I hum my approval and leave soft pecks on his cheek as I slowly move closer to his neck. Once there, however, the pecks turn to open mouth kisses, carefully not leaving marks on his skin.

Balancing myself to focus on my ministrations I place one hand on each of his thighs near his knees. His responding gasp, the legs bouncing with pent up energy, I hear the chair creak with the stress he puts on it, trying his best to keep still. Whimpering, his hands and arms flexing, his legs bouncing, he lets me continue.

'Moleugess-eo... eolmana olae... gamanhiiss-eul su-iss-eo...' (I don't know... how much longer... I can keep still...) Jimin whimpers in between moans. His hips twitch as he works harder to hold himself still, letting me explore his neck. He bites his lip, trying to keep his voice as quiet as possible.