𝐔𝐍𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃

13 | flip so that i do your front

"What did you just say?" I ask holding my breath.

Did I hear him correctly? There's no way he said what he just did.

He said he wants me to go harder.

"You didn't hit a nerve." Jimin answers swiftly, lifting his head slightly. "I'm alright." His back muscles tensen up indicating that he is either embarrassed or nervous and his reaction mirroring mine.

Curse my corrupted mind for changing every  normal situation possible into an inappropriate one.

I decide to let this slip and silently oblige to what he requested by stroking his back with both hands, applying pressure to his tolerance following the direction of his muscle fibers  with circular motions. Jimin immediately relaxes but from his breathing I know that he is still anxious about what he blurted out earlier.

"If you want me to increase or decrease the pressure I apply you can tell me." I say trying to lighten up the situation, pretending as if what I just heard my dirty mind didn't process it differently. "I don't want you to feel cramped up or unsatisfied afterwards so let me know."

He gulps tightly in response. "You're doing great. Thank you."

I can't help the smile that plays on my lips when that praise leaves his mouth and after a few more minutes of silently kneading, rolling, cupping and stroking his back, he lets out a long sigh and that concludes the back massage.

"Alright, now flip." I say.

"Flip?" He pipes.

"Yes, so that I do your front." I clarify and Jimin presses both of his hands down and lifts off the bed. "I'm gonna do your chest and legs now and then set you free."

"Oh, alright." He mutters and lies down on his back with his hands on his sides. I grab a tissue from my bag and wipe the excess oil from my hands before squeezing some body lotion on them. Jimin averts his glance as my hands roam his chest, spreading the cream all over the rippled surface starting from his collarbones and traveling downwards to his chest cavity. I can feel his rib cage and his chest heaving, his plump lips forming the tiniest 'o'. He's still looking away. His eyes are focused on literally anything else but me. Not that I would prefer it if he were eyeing me because intense stares are creepy and make me feel awkward, but he doesn't have to be this vexatious.

My fingers feel his washboard abs and then move towards his stomach. A line of hairs is spreaded right under his bellybutton and when I rub the lotion on the specific area they stick on my fingertips in the most satisfying way, the hairs following the course of my motions. His Adonis V is protruding and I bite my lip when my fingertips come across those lines. I let them hover towards his abdomen and his breaths quicken.

That's when his body spasms.

How is he so sensitive?

I run my fingers tentatively over those lines once more and he gasps almost moans at the contact. Strangely enough, I like that he's voicing out what he's feeling in such a genuine and raw manner and it is all because of me.

Is the abdomen his erogenous spot?

There's no lotion on my hands, but I continue to touch that area because part of me is reveling on the effect I have on him.

Suddenly, his arm jerks up and grips my wrist. His eyes flare up in an instant with an expression I cannot decipher. Is it confusion or perhaps is it anger because I somehow violated his comfort zone. In the short time that I know him, I've never seen that look on his eyes.

Shit. That wasn't very professional on my part.

His cheeks are flushed red and his chest seems heated up as well. I notice a thin layer of sweat course on the area of his neck that meets his shoulders and near his forehead as well. Jimin's chocolate brown eyes once looking delicate and gentle now they're on edge and there's this liquid shine to them that does something to me.