All Yoongi ever asked for was a five, ten-minute break from staring at his computer screen, waiting for a miracle to happen. Ten minutes, nothing more, of respite, because when you've been trying to tighten the same goddamned video for the past two hours already even a minute-long break already feels like a full hour of doing nothing but breathing easily. Heck, he would've even been fine with just three, maybe even two sacred minutes, but nope — Life just had to be an asshole and slow his machine down, making every action, every jerk of his little mouse pointer on the screen, seem as if he's trying to draw a rainbow of arrows across the page.
That, and instead of borrowing a free unit from I.T. Seokjin had other plans — plans that did not involve getting out of the editing room to get some air, but definitely involved, well, getting out of something else.
"Fuck," Yoongi says through gritted teeth, spine curling in at the same time that he feels his thighs shake. Seokjin hasn't even started really touching him yet, having just finished dragging his underwear down his now exposed legs, skin tingling at the sudden assault of cold, but god — his muscles won't stop quivering. Whether in fear that someone would walk into the editing room and figure out he's having a much harder time trying not to buck his hips forward and fuck Seokjin's mouth 'til he's running out of breath than figuring out how to trim clips or in anticipation, he can't tell yet; all he knows for certain is that Seokjin is having a lot of fun blowing hot breath on his cock, and that Seokjin is probably the biggest asshole in the entire universe.
Seokjin has a pretty nice ass. Not the type Yoongi would write an entire goddamned Food versus Food episode about, sure, but it's feels pretty darn good in his hands whenever he tightens his grip on it so Seokjin can grind against him faster, harder, just—just more. One of Seokjin's many hidden assets, really, because if he hadn't straddled Yoongi in an attempt to put space between Yoongi and his then-lagging laptop then Yoongi wouldn't find himself in the situation he is now — naked from the waist down and peering through the slits of his bangs as he meets Seokjin in the eye, the tip of his cock just a hitch of the breath away from Seokjin's slick lips.
"You said ten minutes," Yoongi groans, voice cracking this time when he feels a bubble of heat pop on his skin when Seokjin snorts. If Seokjin'd pulled this shit on him months ago then he'd probably be carding his fingers through Seokjin's hair already so he could pull Seokjin closer, but then he's been working hard on his self-control lately. Difficult when you're forced to work alongside Seokjin every goddamned day, but if he wants any shot at actually being able to deliver good output in the midst of temptation then it has to be done.
elindar, you're up!