His lips latch themselves to my earlobe. "I love how your skin tastes..."

He groans.

"...it's so hot behind your ear, it seems as if you just stepped out of a volcano." He chuckles at his own joke.

I don't find it funny. My temperature has risen, my hair is standing on its end. I am just so nervous, and this proximity coupled with my aching desire to know what treat he has in store for me is doing nothing better to ease this tension.

From the looks of it, the treat, the surprise, is going to be an interesting one. A pleasurable one, if I have to be honest and frank.

Him biting hard into my earlobe brings me back to the present. "Aaahh~" A sound that seems to be a cross between a yelp of pain and a moan emanates from my mouth.

"That's punishment. Punishment for distracting me from the task at hand whenever you drop by."

"What?-" I give out a surprised cry that is silenced, soon enough, by him smashing his lips onto mine. The kiss is passionate and rough, and he immediately shoves his tongue in, exploring the insides of my mouth with the manner of a certain dominance that makes me feel wetter down there. His hands trickle down my spine, gripping my waist hard, and he picks me up, seating me down onto his desk.

His strength turns me on.

"You want more of that, don't you?" Yoongi asks, sliding in between my legs, eyes so dark they match the shade of the black curtains behind his desk. "More of the stuff I did with your chest yesterday, don't you?"

And he doesn't let me answer, because he knows I don't need to. The way I am panting, so hard, each one of my inner feelings must have been served on a plate for him right now.

His long fingers that just never seem to be losing their seductive appeal trace their way up my spine, slipping to the front just at the place he feels my breasts would be.

And he is right.

His fingers pick up pace, now latching onto my breasts, and giving them little squeezes with both of his warm hands. He groans.

My breath comes out as hitched, as it should, and Yoongi making sounds he shouldn't doesn't help better the situation much. Lost in the heat of the moment, I loop my legs around his body, snaking my arms around his neck, thus pulling him closer...

This chest-to-chest contact was inevitable, anyway.

...the sound of my small-ish moans fills the room, and all this physical contact combined with the auditory aspect of it all arouses both of us more to a huge extent.

His hands remove themselves from my chest all of a sudden. I am about to whimper in protest when suddenly he places his hand underneath my dress skirt.

I widen my eyes at him.

He lifts my skirt up, revealing my inner thighs, and starts rubbing the soft flesh. His hands slither up and up my leg, stopping just below where my panties start. And this, for sure, is a new feeling.

He grabs my thigh, kneading the flesh. And it's a good feeling. Sorta like, the train of pleasure chugging away...that I never want to stop. Ever.

"Do you want me to give you a gift?" He asks. His hands cease rubbing.

I pout before answering. "That depends on what you plan to give me. Plus I didn't want you to stop..."

"Don't get pissed, my girl." He smirks, while letting his hands slither slowly in an upward direction, up my torso. "What do you think about hickeys?"

"Hickeys?" I echo his word, eyelids shut, partly lost in the way he is making me feel. "They're cool, but what if my brother accidentally gets to see them on my neck? I will be roast meat."

"Fuck, didn't think about that." He tut-tuts, letting me go rather hastily. He feigns thinking for a while, before adding. "I was talking about giving you that gift. The gift of love bites."

I sigh, long and deep. Getting physical sure does take a toll on you.

"I think...it would be great! I will just probably have to wear a scarf round my neck for the few days they're on, but to think I'll be getting bitten by you...my love...I am on."

He smiles; a cute, gummy one; after a long period of time. "So...come closer, honey. Want you by my side right now."

I lean in, closer. He lifts me off of his desk.