Tower [Jikook]

3

Min is fiddling with one of his many cameras when Jimin enters the apartment, his focus glued to a dial at the top as he passes it through his fingers, and Jimin watches him with interest as he works.

"What are you doing?" he finally asks, placing his access card down on the side table before moving towards the cameraman who lets out a small grunt in acknowledgement

"Master Jungkook requested exclusive shots this session, so I'm working on the focus" Yoongi replies and Jimin hums in understanding before removing his coat, placing it delicately over the hanger

"Apartment looks nice" Jimin hums, moving towards the bed that the camera is facing and draping himself across it, looking around slightly at his surroundings. It's always a new setting whenever they shoot, although Jimin finds this is the first apartment he has actually liked- it has character, although a little messy outside the view of the camera.

"It's actually mine" Yoongi says absent-mindedly before snapping the view finder shut and turning to face him on the bed, "well, you certainly look ready to work" he quirks an eyebrow and Jimin laughs, the noise echoing around the open space

"So, who are these for?" Jimin asks, running his finger along the silk sheets as Yoongi moves to pick up a lighter camera and positions himself kneeling on the end of the bed

"Clothes off" Yoongi says and Jimin does as he's told, "they're for your long-standing clients, a loyalty gift of sorts I believe"

"Theme?" Jimin asks, completely naked now except for his boxers and Yoongi tugs something thin and lace out of his back pocket

"Blindfolded. Sit up and I'll put it on" the smaller sits up obediently and turns around so that Yoongi can tie the material behind his head. The lace allows him to almost have full vision, but that doesn't matter, it's the aesthetic that really matters when it comes to shots like these. When Yoongi's done Jimin turns back around to lie on his back and lays out fully, legs spreading to allow Min between them for the best angle

"Boxers off too. Do you want me to sort you out?" Yoongi's tone is so natural , it's as if he's talking about what he's going to have for lunch, but at this point it really is as normal as that for both of them.

"Please, you know I can't work without your help Min" Yoongi's eyes glint something dangerous at this, there's a warning behind them that Jimin knows all too well. Be careful what you say, remember who you belong to.

Yoongi carefully removes his boxers before leaning down to kiss the inside of his thighs delicately, as if they might break under too much pressure, and Jimin's eyes close as he sighs into the moment. The juxtaposition of everything Min Yoongi to how he treats Jimin with such care always throws him off balance, he's lucky to have him, because he couldn't perform nearly as well without him there watching or helping him.

"Fuck" Jimin gasps when Yoongi loosely grips his length, camera balancing in one hand and mouth moving downwards, licking into him and making the boy underneath him squirm

"You good?" he asks after a couple minutes of this and Jimin nods, Yoongi immediately retreating and then flicking the camera on , aiming it towards his sprawling body

They shoot for thirty minutes, thirty minutes of Jimin gently fingering himself to the flash of the camera and the pose readjustments called out by Yoongi. When they're finished and the elder is satisfied with the shots they have, Jimin places one of the hung up silk robes on his shoulders, not bothering to tie it up as he perches on Yoongi's lap, looking through the photos that were just taken in detail.

"This one's the killer" Yoongi grunts, tapping the buttons to show Jimin a shot of himself that he had taken- the shot in question consists of Jimin lying sprawled out on the silk sheets, an expression of unadulterated calmness and bliss that contradicts everything that he is doing to himself so vigorously below his neck. He nods in agreement.  "Those old men might have heart attacks just looking at it", Yoongi chuckles lightly.

There's a comfortable silence for a few minutes until the younger begins to squirm in his lap impatiently, "Finish me off" Jimin breathes out, leaning back and resting his head on Yoongi's shoulder, his silk robe opening up more to reveal more of his tan skin. Yoongi just sighs in response, shaking his head,

"Jimin you know I can't, my orders from Jeon are strict - I can build you up for the purpose of the shots but nothing beyond that, and definitely not finish you off"

Jimin suppresses the whine caught in his throat, "Please, just touch me, he doesn't have to know, just this once"

"Jimin" Yoongi's voice is stern and it sends an uncontrollable shiver wracking through his body, "you know better than most, he knows everything"

Jimin sighs in frustration before turning to straddle the elder, huffing out a small 'fine' before running his hand down his body and towards his aching member, aware of Yoongi's eyes trailing down with it. He'd been holding off for so long for the sake of the shoot, but by god is he finishing this whether Yoongi helps him or not. Jimin slides the hand further until he reaches his hole, pushing two fingers into himself and letting out a small gasp. He's already stretched from the shoot so he wastes no time in adding a third, rutting down on his own fingers and consequently Yoongi's lap while letting out small whines of pleasure

"Fuck honey you look so pretty like this" Yoongi compliments and Jimin gasps, the compliment spreading through him like fire and he's so close already. Minutes later he comes untouched, white streaking the black of the elder's shirt. He had been edging for so long that he's not surprised he was so quick to reach his end.

Jimin falls forward, resting his forehead on Yoongi's clothed shoulder and breathing deeply to try and regain his strength

There is silence and then, "Does Jungkook ever tell you you're beautiful?" Yoongi suddenly asks and Jimin noticeably stiffens. Min has never asked about Jungkook before, he is his boss after all and he's now treading over a fine line.

"Yes, of course, all the time" Jimin answers honestly, straightening up and locking eyes with the elder before manoeuvring himself off his lap and grabbing his shirt from the floor- slipping off his gown and pulling the shirt on with ease

"Do you believe him?" Yoongi asks, his gaze so intense it feels like he's burning up inside and Jimin shakes off the swirl of anxiety in his stomach. Yoongi doesn't know. He doesn't know. Calm down Jimin - he can't know, there's no way he could. He doesn't know.

"That's not important." Jimin answers shortly before grabbing his coat from the hanger and slipping it back onto his shoulders. It's not unusual for Jimin to leave right after a shoot, so he silently hopes that Yoongi doesn't notice his awkwardness around this subject too clearly.

Yoongi scoffs at that, "Yes it is."

"I'm leaving now, are we working tomorrow?" Jimin asks, evading the point, and Yoongi nods quietly in response

"Jimin" he says as the younger reaches for the door knob, "you are beautiful, you know that right?" he asks and Jimin hesitates, "It's just... I know what happened to you before when you were young and-"

"Stop" Jimin's heart is thumping in his chest so loud he swears Yoongi must hear it. His hand freezes and he feels nauseous as he twists the knob, opening the door before turning one last time and quietly muttering, 

"What you may see as beauty Yoongi, I see as a curse, and nothing you can say will ever change that"

"I'm sorry"

The door swings shut behind him