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"Okay so," Taehyung begins, leaning forward and leering across the table. "Jungkookie loves having his hair pulled."
"Hyung!" Jeongguk whines, grabbing Taehyung's arm and trying to pull him back. Taehyung ignores him, slapping his hands away.
"One time I had him on his hands and knees and he kept asking me to pull his hair harder. And I was already yanking!"
Jungkook tries to slap his palm over Taehyung's mouth. Taehyung tilts his head away and braces a hand on Jungkook's chest, keeping him at a distance.
Taehyung leans further forward, placing his other forearm on the table directly in a puddle of beer that he doesn't seem to notice. "Anyway," he shoots a furiously blushing Jungkook a glare. "I really dug in my fingers and pulled and accidentally ripped out a huge chunk of hair from the back of his head."
"Damn," Seokjin says with a low whistle. "Is that why you had that weird undercut for a while Kookie?"
Jungkook just whines and shakes his head, covering his face with his hands. Taehyung presses kisses to his temple as Jungkook mumbles about telling secrets.
"But wait," Hoseok chimes in, "did you finish or..."
"Oh of course," Taehyung scoffs, flapping a hand. "Kookie came like two seconds later and I came all over his ass, ten out of ten would rip out his hair again."
Jimin sips his beer where he sits in the corner sandwiched between Namjoon and Yoongi. The beer has been flowing and a lot of shots have been taken. Jimin isn't sure how they started talking about their sex lives but he's content to sit back and listen. As one of the few perpetually single members of their friend group, he doesn't have much to share.
"My favorite thing is rimming," Hoseok pipes up. Jimin feels Yoongi stiffen beside him.
Seokjin hums, tapping his fingers on the table. "Giving or receiving?"
"Oh giving," Hoseok declares loudly. Jimin watches as Yoongi reaches forward and picks up his beer, taking a huge sip. "Yoongi hyung always cries when I eat his ass."
"Seok!" Yoongi snaps, whipping to the side to glare at his boyfriend.
Hoseok just smiles angelically. "He whines like a little kitten," he continues, as if Yoongi hadn't spoken. "It's so cute."
Yoongi slaps at his arm and Hoseok just grabs his wrist, kissing his cheek until Yoongi calms down, grumbling and flushed bright red. "Hob-ah is lying," he huffs. Hoseok just shoots the table an exaggerated wink.
Jimin glances over when Namjoon shifts next to him, he's frowning down into his beer, looking uncomfortable. As the other single member of their group, Namjoon probably feels just as weird about this conversation as Jimin does.
Across from him, Seokjin chuckles softly. His own boyfriend is out of town on a business trip and couldn't attend happy hour. "Hoseok is fantastic at eating ass," he says primly.
Hoseok beams at him, preening. "Thank you, hyung. Though… I'm not really sure how you know."
"Not you," Seokjin scoffs. "My Hoseok, the good one."
Yoongi erupts into a fit of wheezy laughter as Hoseok sputters at the indignation and nearly shouts that Lee Hoseok is second rate.
"Jiminie," Taehyung speaks up from across the table and Jimin looks up, blinking owlishly. "Why are you so quiet?"
Jimin shifts, licking his lips as he sets his pint glass on the table in front of him. "I don't have anything to add."
Taehyung scoffs, rolling his eyes. "With that ass?" Taehyung insists. "You have the best ass here, guys must be begging to toss your salad constantly."
"I don't -" Jimin breaks off, feeling himself blushing. "No one has ever..." he trails off and the group falls silent. He feels Namjoon shift uncomfortably and then stiffen beside him.
"You've never had your ass eaten?" Jungkook breaks in, much too loudly.
Jimin slumps in his seat, wondering if he could disappear through the floor and never be seen again. “It’s not a big deal.”
“It certainly is,” Taehyung counters. “You have a great ass Jimin, any man would be lucky to shove his tongue in it.”
Jimin feels a hand on his thigh and glances over, seeing Yoongi giving him a sympathetic look. “Let’s move on,” he says swiftly. “You’re making Jimin uncomfortable.” He pauses and glances around Jimin. “And Namjoon.”
Namjoon makes a soft choking sound and Jimin glances over, seeing him with his glass to his mouth, looking like he swallowed wrong. “I’m fine,” he rasps, “just -” he breaks off and shakes his head, doesn’t finish his sentence. His cheeks are pink and he is very carefully not meeting Jimin’s gaze.
Great.
Slumping further, Jimin leans into Yoongi’s side and allows the conversation to flow around him, shifting to other topics. He joins in again eventually, finishing his beer and starting another as the time gets progressively later and they get progressively drunker. By the time he drags himself home and falls into bed, Jimin is sure he’ll have a monster of a headache the next morning. But he feels good now, a pleasant buzz in his brain. He’d rather have a different kind of buzz though, one from hands and lips on his body. He buries his face in his pillow, trying not to imagine large hands and dimpled smiles, as he drifts off to sleep.
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Jimin's mouth tastes like battery acid and his temples throb as he slowly cracks open his eyes. He groans, rolling onto his stomach and burying his face in his pillow as sunlight assaults his vision. A good portion of the previous evening is a blur, Seokjin had offered to pay for a lot of drinks and Jimin hadn't declined. At least it's Saturday, he doesn't have anywhere to be and he can stay in his cocoon for as long as he wants. If he sends enough puppy eye emojis and pouty selfies, Taehyung might even bring him breakfast.
He gropes blindly across the sheets, searching under the covers and pillows, until his fingers close around his phone. Pulling the blankets over his head, he drags his phone towards him and unlocks it with a swipe of his finger. Blinking blearily, he focuses on the screen, trying to make sense of the brightness in the semi-darkness beneath his blanket. There are a few notifications from Instagram that he swipes through and a few texts from Taehyung asking if he's alive. He pauses when he sees another notification, new text messages from Namjoon hyung. Squinting at the screen, he sees they came in around three in the morning, well after they had all parted.
Odd. He and Namjoon text often, as he does with most of his friends. But not at three in the morning. Maybe Namjoon was just worried and wanted to make sure he was alright? Jimin had definitely already passed out in his bed by that point. A stab of guilt goes through him, what if Namjoon had been worried about him? He quickly clicks on the notification, ready to apologize for not responding but - the texts aren't asking if he got home safe. The texts aren't a worried hyung trying to look after his dongsaeng. The texts are something completely different and unexpected.
[Namjoon Hyung] 3:06AM
It's a crime
Jimin-ah it's not right
Criminal, wrong, bad
Can't believe no one's ever eaten your ass
A tragedy
No
A travesty
It's so perfect, so hot
I'd do it
Treat you right like you deserve
Hyung would take care of you, make you feel so good
Jiminie
The messages stop there, after his name. Jimin wonders if Namjoon had been waiting for an answer and maybe fell asleep. But that's not important, not when he reads the messages back once, twice, a third time. Namjoon was - did he offer to - to what? Hook up with him? Clearly Namjoon must have been drunk, there's no way he could have meant any of those things. Jimin flinches, suppressing a squeak, as his phone begins to ring. For half a second, he worries it might be Namjoon, but Taehyung's picture appears on the screen.
"Tae, I'm having a crisis."
There's a beat of silence. "Did you throw up in your bed? I'm not coming over and helping you clean up."
"That's never happened, that was you who did that," Jimin snaps. He takes a deep breath and curls into a ball, clutching the phone closer to his ear. "Namjoon texted me."
"You guys text all the time?" Taehyung sounds confused. "Why is that crisis-inducing?"
"I'll send you the screenshots, hold on." He pulls the phone away from his ear and takes a picture of the texts, forwarding them to Taehyung. He waits until he hears an intake of breath and a low whistle.
"Well," Taehyung begins, sounding impressed. "I would not have expected hyung to...wow."
Jimin runs a hand through his hair, closing his eyes as his head pounds uncomfortably. "Taehyung, what do I do? Should I - should I text him back?"
Taehyung hums and Jimin hears the sound of shifting sheets, Jungkook's low voice in the background. "This could be your chance, Minnie. Your golden opportunity to make a move."
"No," Jimin says immediately, frowning. "He was drunk and he -" he breaks off, letting out a shaky breath. "Namjoon hyung doesn't like me like that." Doesn't like Jimin like Jimin likes him.
"You're an idiot," Taehyung says with an annoyed groan. "What are you going to do?"
Jimin swallows hard, making a quick decision. "Ignore it."
"A complete idiot." There's a sigh and the sound shuffling again. "Just think about it. I'll bring you breakfast in an hour. Take a shower you probably reek."
"I don't," Jimin argues. He frowns, nose curling as he breathes in deeply. He smells like beer and sweat, a little ripe. "Much."
"Shower, I'll be there in an hour."
Jimin hangs up the phone and lets it fall to the mattress. He groans, scrubbing his palms over his face. Taehyung is being stupid and making Jimin feel stupid in turn. There's no way Namjoon likes him, no way he could have meant everything he said. He was drunk, obviously, and not thinking straight. Maybe he was just horny, both of them being the only single members of their group. But there's no way Namjoon could want him, not someone like Namjoon who is perfect and smart and handsome.
Jimin has liked Namjoon for years, ever since they met in college and Namjoon had offered to tutor him in chemistry. They've been close ever since, especially when the rest of their friends coupled up and they were left alone. It's been Jimin and Namjoon paired up for game night, Jimin and Namjoon sitting together at meals, Jimin and Namjoon always put together. But they're friends, just friends, as they always have been. They've never been anything more and Jimin knows there's never going to be anything more.
They're both less successful at love than their friends, neither of them really dating in the years they've known each other. Jimin's gone on dates, had some hookups, but never really a steady partner. As far as Jimin knows, Namjoon hasn't either. But why? It always bothered Jimin. Namjoon is so wonderful and sweet, and, obviously, gorgeous. The fact that he hasn't had a steady boyfriend is absolutely mind boggling. Jimin can admit to himself that the reason he's been single for so long may have a little bit to do with his crush. Maybe he's holding out for Namjoon, maybe a little, as impossible and dumb as it may be.
Rolling onto his back, Jimin pulls the blankets from over his head and stares at the ceiling. He'll take a shower and eat breakfast and resign himself to the fact that this must have been a mistake. He will do nothing, just pretend it didn't happen and move on.
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They don’t talk about it, don’t talk at all. Which is weird for them, because normally they text all the time. Namjoon doesn’t even text to apologize, also unlike him, and Jimin doesn't reach out, just leaves him on read.
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They don't see each other until the following weekend. Another happy hour, another Friday night get together. They're at a more crowded place this time, the seven of them squeezed into a booth in a corner. Music pumps through speakers around them and voices are loud, people milling all around. Jimin's glad they were even able to get a table. Namjoon had given him a very perfunctory hello, a stiff smile, and slid into the booth between Hoseok and Seokjin. Jimin was left on the end, beside Jungkook. It felt weird, since they usually sat together. But he didn't comment, tried not to make it weird.
It's not awkward, not really, but Namjoon has been very careful to avoid his eyes. When drinks are running low, Jimin offers to get the next round, feeling like he needs to escape for a few minutes. He feels a wave of relief when he's away from the table, feeling like he can breathe a little easier. It's ridiculous that he feels like this, ridiculous that he's so affected by some drunk texts. Maybe they weren't even for him. His brain reminds him that Namjoon had used his name twice in the messages.
He just needs to be normal and get through this. They can move on. He downs a shot as he waits for their tray of drinks, feeling the alcohol loosen him up a little, taking away some of his nerves. When he has the tray, he turns back and begins picking his way through the crowd. He falters when the table comes into view, eyes widening as he takes in the sight. Everyone is gone, the table is empty. All of his friends have vanished into the crowd. Well, all of them - apart from Namjoon.
Jimin can't help but feel that this is a set up.
When he sets the tray of drinks down, Namjoon looks up from his phone and blinks at him, eyes wide behind his glasses. Jimin's hands shake as he reaches for one of the beers and passes it to Namjoon, grabbing another for himself. Namjoon watches him carefully as Jimin sits down across from him in the booth. Neither of them is drunk enough to be alone together right now.
"Jimin-ah," Namjoon begins, "I want to -"
"Did you mean it?" Jimin interrupts, unable to stop himself.
Namjoon stares at him, eyes wide, looking like a deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming truck. Slowly, he nods his head, fingers tightening around his pint glass. "Yeah, I - yeah."
Jimin swallows hard. "Would you do it?"
"Yeah." Namjoon nods again and then stands, nearly upending the tray of drinks. "Let's go right now."
Jimin panics, reeling back against his seat as he stares at Namjoon. "I - not right now! I'm not ready!"
"I would eat your ass any time of day, any place, no matter what." The way Namjoon says it, as if it is an extremely serious fact, has Jimin feeling a little lightheaded.
He feels frazzles, shaking his head. "I need to - I'm not - I'd want to, you know, shower and... this is a lot." He needs to clean up, maybe wax or at least just...prepare himself. Physically and mentally.
"I don't care about that," Namjoon insists, bracing his palms on the table.
"I do," Jimin retorts, crossing his arms.
With a sigh, Namjoon drops back into his seat, pulling out his phone. "Okay, when?"
Jimin blinks at him. "When do - are you putting this in your calendar app?"
Namjoon peers at him over the frame of his glasses. "Of course I am, name a time and a place."
"Um, tomorrow? Noon, my place?"
Namjoon nods along, tapping at his phone. "Noon, Saturday, got it." He turns his phone around and Jimin sees a new calendar entry - Lunch w/ Jimin.
"Lunch?" Jimin asks, looking up from the phone.
Namjoon grins at him, dimples popping. "Lunch."
Their friends return then and Taehyung grabs Jimin, dragging him to the dancefloor. Jimin loses himself in the beat, trying not to think about his lunch date the next day and trying not to focus on the fact that Namjoon's eyes are fixed on him as he moves.
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"This is amazing, if I said that last weekend was your opportunity, I was wrong. This is it."
Jimin rolls his eyes, shifting where he's standing next to his tub, one leg braced on the edge as he finishes shaving. "It's probably just a hookup or something, Taehyung," Jimin says, not bothering to turn his head. His phone is on the counter, Taehyung on speaker. "He probably just feels bad for me."
"Right," Taehyung says icily. "Namjoon hyung feels bad for you so he's going to eat your ass. Do you know how ridiculous you sound?"
"It's not that big a deal." At least it doesn't seem that way to Namjoon. It's a big deal to Jimin and he is trying very hard to pretend it isn't. This is just - what? Two bros with a dick appointment. Namjoon will come over to his apartment, put his tongue in his ass and then - they continue as they were?
"Are you ready?" Taehyung asks as Jimin is washing himself off.
Ready? Can he truly be ready for this? "As I'll ever be, I guess."
"I'll take that as a no."
Jimin has cleaned his apartment and put fresh sheets on his bed. He shaved and washed himself thoroughly in the shower. There's not much else he can do, right? It shouldn't feel like he's walking to the gallows as he pulls on track pants and a sweater. "I'll be fine, right, Tae?"
"Of course you will," Taehyung says easily. "It's just -”
Jimin shrieks, interrupting whatever Taehyung was going to say, when his intercom buzzes. “Namjoon is here.”
“You’ll be fine, call me after, yeah?”
Jimin agrees and hangs up, setting his phone on an end table and heading for his front door. He wipes his hands on his pants as he hits the button to let Namjoon into the building. He’s taking deep breaths, trying to calm his racing heart, when a knock sounds on the door.
“Park Jimin you can do this,” he mumbles to himself. “You’re an adult man with an ass that deserves to be eaten.”
Jimin doesn't let himself hesitate. He pulls open the door before he can run back to his bedroom and hide. Namjoon is there, standing on his doorstep liberally applying lip balm. He fumbles it as the door opens, his eyes widen and the tube slides across his chin. It leaves a glossy streak on his skin that Jimin has to physically restrain himself from wiping away. They stare at each other for a few seconds, both of them blushing madly, until Jimin's brain comes back online.
Stepping back from the door, he gestures Namjoon inside, taking his jacket as Namjoon slips his shoes off. Namjoon straightens up and they lock eyes again.
"Hi," Jimin says stupidly, unsure what else to say.
Namjoon smiles, dimples popping, and some of the tension is diffused. Just a little. "Hey."
"I, um, I wasn't sure you'd show up."
Namjoon steps a little closer, within touching distance. "It's in my calendar. Unless you don't want me here?"
"I do," Jimin says quickly, too quickly, too loudly. "I'm glad you're here, hyung." He sounds so needy, this is ridiculous. He clears his throat, averting his eyes. "Do you want any water or anything? Coffee?"
Namjoon shakes his head. "I'm good, thanks."
Jimin rocks back on his heels, his bare toes curling as he tries not to panic. "Do you want to go to my room?"
"Sure." Namjoon gives him a smile, it's a little shaky around the edges but it makes Jimin feel a little better. Namjoon has seen his bedroom before, been in his bedroom, sat on his bed. This is nothing new, it shouldn't feel so terrifying. Apart from the fact that this is a very different reason for Namjoon to be on his bed.
Jimin leads the way to his bedroom, every step feeling weighted. His body thrums with nervousness and something else. A warmth trickling down his spine, a low bubble of arousal at the thought of what might - will - happen.
It may be silly, but it seems like he can feel Namjoon behind him as they walk. Feel the heat radiating from his body, the displacement of air as his arms swing. Has Namjoon always been so tall? So big? Jimin feels caged in already as he crosses the threshold into his bedroom, Namjoon on his heels.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, he watches as Namjoon hesitates for a moment before gingerly sitting next to him. He leaves some space between them, though they're close enough to touch if Jimin were to shift his leg a little. Jimin fiddles with his fingers in his lap, glancing surreptitiously at Namjoon next to him. He looks good, as always. So handsome and sweet as he stares down at his own lap.
"So," Jimin begins awkwardly, fidgeting a little when Namjoon turns to face him. "You um, you know more about this than me…" he trails off and Namjoon smiles encouragingly.
"Are you okay?" Namjoon asks, voice gentle.
Yes. Jimin is okay. He's just being ridiculous. He feels like a blushing virgin, which he most certainly is not. He's had plenty of partners, male and female. He's done all sorts of things with his hands, his mouth, and his dick. Just because he's never done this doesn't mean he has no idea what he's doing sexually. Right?
"Yeah, I'm -" he cuts off and tries to smile, though he's sure it looks like a grimace. "I'm fine. So should I just, um, take off my pants and…" he trails off again, unsure.
Namjoon snorts softly and gives him another smile. "I thought maybe we could kiss first? If that's alright with you?"
"Oh." Park Jimin you idiot. "Yeah, that would be. Um. Alright."
Namjoon leans in then, their thighs pressing together, and cups Jimin's cheek with his palm. His skin is smooth and warm as his fingers curl around Jimin's jaw and he pulls him in, just a little. Jimin lets his eyes flutter closed, feels Namjoon's breath fan across his skin, and then their lips meet. Namjoon's lips are soft and slick against his, pressing with intent, purpose. It's easy, maybe too easy, for Jimin to let himself relax and melt into the kiss, lean into Namjoon's warm palm and respond.
He doesn't even realize he's doing it when he leans closer, one hand moving to brace on Namjoon's thigh, warm skin through denim. It starts slow and sweet and is everything Jimin ever imagined, kissing Namjoon is amazing and so wonderful. He's dreamt about this for years, kept it locked away in secret fantasies. He always wondered what it would be like, how it would feel to be this close. And it feels good, right. Namjoon kisses him like he is precious and amazing, something to be cradled and cherished. A strong hand on Jimin's cheek, pulling him in, keeping him in place, another sliding to his waist to cup Jimin's hip.
The kiss deepens naturally, Jimin lets out a breathy sigh without realizing it, and suddenly Namjoon's tongue is sliding into his mouth. Jimin suppresses a moan at the first brush of Namjoon's tongue against his own, warm wetness caressing behind his teeth. Namjoon shifts on the bed and Jimin finds himself being lowered down, Namjoon's hand on his cheek moving to the back of his neck. Their lips stay connected, Jimin's hands curling around Namjoon's neck, sliding into the silky hair at the back of his neck, as his back hits the mattress.
Namjoon fits himself over his body, caging Jimin in with arms and legs braced on the bed, tilting his head to nudge their noses together and lick into Jimin's mouth. Everything feels warm, electric. Jimin's pulse is thundering in his ears and he feels breathless, his head buzzing as Namjoon keeps kissing him, sliding his hands along Jimin's sides.
Distantly, Jimin wonders why they really need to kiss if Namjoon is just here to eat him out. Not that he's complaining, but he wasn't expecting it. And he wasn't expecting Namjoon to kiss him like this, until Jimin feels like he's going to explode, like lava is moving through his veins. He's superheated from the inside out, even as goosebumps erupt on his skin as Namjoon's fingers just barely slip under the hem of his shirt.
Jimin lets out a whine, a breathy, needy sound that he fully doesn't intend to let spill past his lips, as Namjoon pulls back. He chases his lips, back arching as Namjoon smiles down at him, eyes hungry. His fingertips slip along Jimin's skin, just over the waistband of his track pants. Jimin shivers.
"Can I take your clothes off?"
It takes Jimin a couple of seconds before he registers the words. Namjoon wants to take his clothes off. Well, no, he needs to, if he's going to do what he came here for. This is normal, Jimin should not feel so flustered. But he can feel a blush climbing his chest, heating his cheeks, as he nods.
Namjoon's fingers slip further up his sweater, sliding the fabric toward his chest as Namjoon's fingertips play across his stomach. Jimin can't suppress his shiver, can't prevent the way his abs clench and his muscles jump beneath the touch. Before he knows it, he's lifted a little off the bed and Namjoon's tugged the sweater over his head. Before his head even hits the mattress again, Namjoon's lips are back on him.
He gasps, back arching off the bed, as Namjoon's lips trail along his jaw and down his neck. They're so soft, featherlight as he kisses a path along Jimin's skin. He makes his way down Jimin's chest and stomach, nipping at his hip bones until he's hovering just above his waist. Glancing up, Namjoon curls his fingers in the waistband of Jimin's pants and slowly lowers them. Jimin's breath hitches as Namjoon tugs, pulling his pants and underwear down his thighs and tossing them to the floor.
Jimin doesn't have time to feel embarrassed, doesn't have time to cover himself or hide, because Namjoon's mouth is back on his skin. He moans, high and needy, as Namjoon's tongue licks a stripe over his hard cock. This is not what he expected, but he can’t complain, how could he? It would be impossible while Namjoon’s lips are sliding over the head of his cock and Namjoon’s tongue is digging into his slit. He doesn’t know what to do with his hands, with his body. Shoving two fingers into his mouth to quiet the embarrassing noises he’s making, he fists his other hand in the sheets and tries not to come immediately.
“Hyung,” breathy and garbled spills past his lips as Namjoon sinks down his length. Warm wetness engulfs him and he has to fight not to buck his hips, not to chase the pleasure of Namjoon’s mouth.
He’s gotten blowjobs before, given blowjobs before. It hasn’t even been that long since his last hookup. But, shit, did it feel this good? There’s no way it felt this amazing, this perfect. Not like how it feels as Namjoon bobs his head and tongues along the underside of his cock. None of this is going how Jimin expected, not even at all. His head swims as Namjoon’s hands, large and strong, squeeze into his thighs, fingertips pressing into his skin.
A whimper, pathetic and needy, falls from Jimin's lips along with his fingers as Namjoon pulls away. He leaves one last kiss to Jimin's tip and then looks up. His lips are swollen and red, slick with saliva and precum as he meets Jimin's eyes and runs his tongue over his full bottom lip. Jimin barely keeps in a second whimper.
"Do you want to turn over?" Namjoon asks, sitting up on his shins. His hands settle in his lap and Jimin wonders if Namjoon is hard in his jeans.
It takes a little longer than Jimin would like to admit for him to find his words. But he nods and manages to speak. "Okay." He feels like he should say something more, but his head feels a little fuzzy and his tongue feels clumsy and too big for his mouth.
Namjoon's hands, firm and grounding, push against his hip and Jimin lets himself be rolled onto his stomach. Letting out a deep breath, he pushes himself onto his hands and knees, pushing his ass into the air. He feels exposed, displayed so openly for his hyung who, before today, he hadn't even kissed.
There's a quick intake of breath and then he feels the bed dip, Namjoon settling behind him, and hands trailing up his thighs. "Shit," Namjoon whispers as his fingertips ghost over the swell of Jimin's ass. He tries not to arch into the touch as Namjoon palms his ass cheeks. "Your ass is so perfect, you're so gorgeous."
Jimin bites his tongue to prevent himself from whining at Namjoon's words. The praise goes straight to his dick, hanging hard and heavy between his legs. "Hyung, I -" Jimin cuts off when Namjoon's hands spread his cheeks and a thumb slides over his entrance.
The mattress shifts again and Jimin can feel Namjoon's breath against his skin. He's so close. "I've been wanting to do this forever," Namjoon murmurs as he blows over Jimin's clenching hole.
He doesn't have time to make sense of Namjoon's words before there's warm wetness sliding over his hole. He keens, rocking forward and then back into the sensation as Namjoon's flattened tongue licks over his hole in sinfully slow strokes. It feels like nothing Jimin has ever experienced before, especially as Namjoon begins tracing the tip of his tongue around the sensitive skin of his entrance. It's ticklish and overwhelming, something Jimin thinks would be impossible to describe. But as Namjoon laps at his rim, Jimin thinks he can understand why this makes Yoongi cry.
Jimin cries out, falling to his elbows when Namjoon sucks at his hole. It's wet and messy, the sounds Namjoon's mouth makes against him and the pleased hums he's letting out seem to echo in the room. Jimin can't hold in his moans and pitiful whimpers as he clenches and his thighs tremble. He shoves his face into the sheets, feeling drool coat his chin as his tongue lolls and he scrubs his face against the blankets.
Jimin feels himself relaxing as Namjoon works him over, tongue circling and swirling over his entrance. He feels so exposed and open like this, completely at his hyung's mercy. There's something so intimate about it, maybe even more so than actual sex. Having Namjoon's face there, where it seems so taboo, makes him feel so accepted.
Namjoon's hands squeeze and stroke his cheeks as he licks him. His thumbs slide in occasionally, spreading Jimin's entrance so he can dart the tip of his tongue just barely into the ring of muscle. The constant stimulation is almost maddening, gentle licks mixed with curls of his tongue and increased pressure have Jimin's mind melting from his ears.
It's not all tongue, Namjoon's lips press wet kisses to his rim as well, sucking at the sensitive skin and making Jimin nearly scream. His arms aren't even under him anymore, he's not entirely sure when that happened, but he feels buried in the mattress. His fingers clench in the sheets and the only thing holding him up are Namjoon's strong hands digging into his skin.
It seems like it shouldn't feel as good as it does. Jimin knows it's a sensitive area but it's - fuck - nearly mind blowing. Maybe part of it is because it's Namjoon. Namjoon laving his tongue over Jimin's fluttering hole, Namjoon's thumbs spreading him open, Namjoon's lips leaving kisses over his heated skin.
Warmth bleeds through his body, every inch of his skin tingling. His senses feel heightened, everything electric as Namjoon alternates between gentle licks and hard, desperate strokes of his tongue. Jimin feels like he's being eaten alive, like Namjoon is going to swallow him whole or maybe he's going to burst into fireworks. He can't help but push back against Namjoon's mouth, chasing even more sensation as he presses his hips up and back. He should probably feel embarrassed, with how needy he sounds, how he's chasing after sensation. But it feels so good, amazing, Jimin practically crying as he babbles and moans. He doesn't even know what he's saying anymore, but it's sure to be mortifying. Maybe Namjoon can't even hear his muffled words, the sounds he's making are truly loud and messy. Wet smacks of his lips and tongue, lewd sucking noises as he sucks at the skin of Jimin's rim.
Namjoon's hands and mouth on him are mind blowing, overriding all of his senses until he doesn't know up from down. All Jimin knows is pleasure, as tears coat his cheeks and drool drips from his mouth, he is lost in sensation. He can barely even move, hands clenching weakly in the sheets as his entire body trembles like it's going to break apart. His entire body feels overheated, warmth pulling from the tips of his fingers and toes to gather low in his belly. He's practically mewling now, unable to control himself or the sounds he's making.
Namjoon shifts on the bed again and curls his arm around Jimin's hips, hitching him up higher as he lets go of him with his other hand. Jimin nearly screams, body jerking and back arching, as Namjoon reaches between his legs with his free hand and fists his cock. Jimin knows he's wet, precum trailing from his tip, and Namjoon slides his hand along him with ease. He's so over sensitive that it feels maddening, like too much all at once. Heat pools low in his belly as Namjoon strokes his cock and laps at his rim. A spring coils tight and Jimin's toes curl as he squeezes his eyes closed and, for lack of a better word, wails into the sheets.
His vision shutters, white spots dancing behind his eyes as all of the air leaves his lungs and his release washes over him. He comes hard, ropes of white painting the bed beneath him and Namjoon's fist as he clenches and shakes through the pleasure. Namjoon milks him through it with squeezes of his palm and gentle licks of his tongue as Jimin whimpers. Bonelessly, Jimin allows Namjoon to gently roll him onto his side, away from the pool of cum he's no doubt left on the mattress.
Jimin blinks rapidly, trying to make sense of his surroundings as his body trembles. Namjoon is kneeling next to him, stroking his bangs off his forehead and whispering soothing words.
"...so good, Jimin-ah. You're so perfect, you did so well. Are you okay? Can you talk to me, Jimin-ah?"
Jimin parts his lips but all that comes out at first is a breathy whimper. He curls into himself for a moment as Namjoon chuckles softly and thumbs at his cheek. Jimin realizes that Namjoon is wiping away tears from his skin. He's sure most of them were from the overstimulation and pleasure, but maybe some of them were from something else. He's not sure. All he knows is he feels breathless and sated, but also a little empty.
"You alright?" Namjoon asks softly, rubbing gently at Jimin's back now.
Jimin nods. "Yeah, I - fuck, that was a lot."
Namjoon chuckles and smiles, dimples popping. His chin is slick with saliva that he wipes away with the back of his hand. "Feel good?"
"Really good."
"I'm glad." And he does sound glad, glad that he was able to make Jimin feel good.
Shakily, Jimin pushes himself into a seated position, hands braced on the bed to keep himself upright. He swallows hard and tries to reorient himself. "That was -" he cuts off as he gets a good look at Namjoon. His eyes catch on Namjoon's lap, at the clear bulge in his jeans. "Oh, you're, um..." he trails off, blinking.
Namjoon looks down and quickly puts his hands in his lap. "Sorry, I, uh - that was, you know... fun for me too?"
"Sit on the edge of the bed," Jimin says quickly. Before he can overthink, he's sliding toward the edge of the bed while Namjoon gapes at him.
"Jimin, I'm fine, you don't have to -"
Jimin slips off the bed and slides to his knees, waiting for Namjoon to move. "I want to."
There's a moment of silence, where Namjoon seems to be completely frozen. Then he moves, turning and sliding to the edge of the bed, his legs coming to rest on the floor on either side of Jimin's body. Jimin feels caged in again, Namjoon's long legs bracketing. Jimin is very aware that he is naked while Namjoon is still fully clothed. He looks up from his place on his knees, staring into Namjoon's wide eyes.
Jimin's hands shake as he lifts then, fingertips ghosting up Namjoon's legs and over his knees. Namjoon sucks in a breath and his thighs tense as Jimin's hands move to frame his groin. His erection strains against the zipper as Jimin pops the button and drags down the zipper. It shouldn't feel so simple, he thinks, to tug Namjoon's pants and boxers down his thighs to free his cock.
Fuck. He's big. Jimin always knew he would be. Namjoon is tall and broad, with big hands and feet. He's big and strong everywhere, of course he would be well endowed. Saliva pools beneath Jimin's tongue as he takes in the sight, Namjoon hard and heavy in front of him. The head of his cock is flushed pink, a pearl of precum beading in his slit. He twitches, almost imperceptibly, as Jimin watches, tongue poking into his cheek.
"Jimin-ah, you don't have to do anything, really."
Jimin lifts his eyes again, taking in Namjoon's face. His eyes are wide, pupils blown, and his lips are parted. He looks a little overwhelmed, maybe a little afraid. "Do you not want me to?" Jimin asks. His fingers itch to wrap around Namjoon's length but he waits, not wanting to make a move that might not be wanted.
"No, that's not -" Namjoon lets out a breath. "I want you to."
Jimin smiles and slides a hand along Namjoon's thigh. "Good." His fingers curl around Namjoon's length, it's thick enough that his fingers can't even wrap fully around him when he holds him at the base. Jimin can't help but imagine what Namjoon would feel like inside of him, stretching him open. Leaning forward, Jimin presses a wet kiss to the head of Namjoon's cock, feeling his thighs tense at the contact.
"Jimin-ah," Namjoon rasps, sounding breathy and fucked out already.
Jimin just hums, tongue darting out to lap up the bead of precum and then lick along his length from base to tip. He fits his mouth over the head and suckles gently, earning himself a deep groan from Namjoon. Jimin's jaw stretches wide as he sinks down over his length, swirling his tongue along the underside of his cock.
Fingers tangle in Jimin's hair, tugging lightly as Jimin begins bobbing his head. Using his hand to stroke from the base, Jimin bobs his head, lips nearly meeting his fingers as he hollows his cheeks. Namjoon is hot and heavy in his mouth, against his tongue. The taste of precum is a welcome muskiness on Jimin's tongue as he tries not to gag himself. Spit gathers and slips from between his lips, soaking his chin and dripping onto the floor.
"I'm not gonna last," Namjoon rasps from above him, the muscles in his thighs jumping around Jimin's ears. "Too, ah, too worked up."
Jimin doesn't answer verbally, just hums around Namjoon's length and redoubles his efforts. Namjoon groans again at the vibrations and as his cock touches the back of Jimin's throat. Lifting his other hand, Jimin brings it to Namjoon's balls, squeezing them gently between his fingers, and Namjoon is gone. His body tenses and he gasps and groans. Jimin pulls back just in time to not choke, keeping the head of Namjoon's cock in his mouth to catch his release as it fills his mouth, pools on his tongue. Jimin swallows and suckles at the tip until Namjoon is whining and trying to tug him off.
Sitting back on his heels, Jimin releases Namjoon's dick and licks his lips, glancing up from underneath his eyelashes. Namjoon is staring down at him, cheeks flushed and temples damp with sweat. His chest is heaving and he looks half wild, his bottom lip looking sore from where his teeth have clearly been worrying at it. There's something in his eyes that Jimin can't read, something that makes him feel a little nervous, exposed.
Feeling awkward, Jimin slowly gets to his feet. He feels like he should cover himself but that seems like it would make things even more strange. Namjoon follows as Jimin stands back, standing and tucking himself back into his pants. They stare awkwardly at each other and then around the room, unable to meet each other's eyes. There’s a sticky, tacky feeling between JM’s ass cheeks and there’s still come on his sheets and stomach. He wants a shower but he doesn’t want Namjoon to go, doesn’t want this to be the end.
The end...of what? He's not really even sure what this was, what it meant. Probably nothing. Namjoon just wanted to...what? Show Jimin what it was like to have his ass eaten? None of it makes sense, he can't figure out what the reason was for Namjoon to offer this, and he's not really sure how to ask.
His thoughts are interrupted as Namjoon clears his throat and lifts a hand to rub the back of his neck. "I should, um, probably go?"
It comes out as more of a question. Jimin wants to tell him he doesn't have to go, tell him to stay. But why would he do that? His heart clenches in his chest and he feels his shoulders dropping. "Of course," he says softly, stepping back a bit further to give Namjoon more space.
"Could I maybe use some mouthwash?"
Jimin nods toward the door to the hall, the bathroom just across from his room. "It's in the cabinet, top shelf." Jimin's eyes follow him as Namjoon steps past him and heads for the bathroom. He walks stiffly, back straight and legs looking like they're made of wood. Sighing, Jimin grabs his bathrobe from the back of his desk chair and pulls it on. He's just cinching the belt when Namjoon appears again in the doorway.
They're silent as the walk back down the hall and to the door, Jimin walking a few paces ahead. He watches as Namjoon slips his shoes on and straightens up.
"This was, uh, fun," Namjoon offers and grimaces, knowing how odd his words sound.
Jimin gives him what he hopes is an encouraging smile. "Yeah, fun," he agrees. Because it was, of course it was fun. Jimin just had what may have been the best orgasm of his life with the man he's been in love with for years. The man who doesn't feel the same way and doesn't know his feelings at all. The man who obviously isn't interested in him like that. Maybe this was just a hookup, just a way for both of them to relieve some stress. If Jimin's lucky, maybe Namjoon will want to do this again, be friends with benefits or something. Jimin could do that, maybe, he could try. At least it would be something...
"I'll see you around, Jimin." Namjoon's voice is deep as he flashes him a quick smile and steps through the door. His voice sounds hollow to Jimin's ears.
The door clicks closed and Jimin slumps, leaning his forehead into the cool wood as he sighs. Now that he's alone, Jimin can fully recognize that this was a mistake. Now that he's had this - shit, how is he going to go without? He lifts his hand to his swollen lips, they tingle as he runs the tips of his fingers over them. Namjoon had kissed him like he meant it, like he wanted to do it. It made Jimin feel special, cherished, loved. Dangerous thoughts, ones he doesn't need.
Jimin is in love with Namjoon and Namjoon clearly doesn't feel the same. That clearly meant nothing to him.
Pushing himself away from the door, he walks to the couch, picking up his phone from the end table and retreating to his bedroom. He clicks on Taehyung's contact as he enters his bedroom, grimacing at the wet spots on his comforter. He throws himself onto the other side of the bed, grimacing at the slightly sticky feeling between his legs as he does.
"Chim? Are you a changed man?"
Jimin huffs a laugh despite himself. "Maybe," he admits. "It felt good." An understatement.
"Shit," Taehyung breathes. "I can't believe you just did this."
Jimin can't believe it either. He should have said no, he shouldn't have brought it up last night. He's an idiot.
"Well," Taehyung continues, when Jimin doesn't respond, "are you dating now?"
"What?" Jimin snaps, lifting his head and staring blankly at the wall. Why would they be dating now? Namjoon had barely said goodbye to him.
"This is perfect, you've done all... this, now you can date, right?"
Jimin grimaces. "Of course not. Namjoon hyung clearly just wanted a hookup. He doesn't think of me like that."
"Park Jimin." Taehyung sounds exasperated. "You cannot think this meant nothing. Namjoon wouldn't have offered to eat your ass if he didn't like you. Is that all he did? He came in, licked you out, and then skedaddled?"
"Well, no..." Jimin sighs and flips onto his back. "We made out and sucked each other off."
Taehyung snorts, sounding vindicated. "I bet his dick is huge, is it - nope, not important right now." He pauses and Jimin smiles despite himself. "I'm sure Namjoon wants to be with you, Jimin."
"It was so awkward, Taehyung. There's no way he wants to. I feel like I've just made a huge mistake," he admits. It feels worse to say it out loud. His throat feels tight, tears threatening. He knew he didn't have a chance with Namjoon, but this feels like it's been fully cemented that fact. "I'm stupid."
"Minnie," Taehyung soothes. "You're not stupid, I'm sure he's just nervous. Why don't you take some time and then call him tomorrow?"
Jimin shakes his head even though he knows Taehyung can't hear him. "I think I'll just lay low for a while. I'm sure I can get over -" he cuts off when a sound comes from his window. He sits up, brow furrowing, as he stares at the glass. There's a smudge on the outside that definitely wasn't there before.
"Jimin?"
Another muffled sound, a thump against the glass, Jimin sees something hit his window. "Hold on, there's - what the fuck?" Jimin gets to the window just in time to see a rock hit the glass and bounce off. "I'll call you back."
Dropping his phone, Jimin shoves the window up and sticks his head out, looking down at the sidewalk. His heart lodges in his throat as his breath catches. Namjoon is there, standing below Jimin's window and staring up at him.
"Hyung?" Jimin calls. He has no idea what's going on.
"Jimin-ah," Namjoon shouts, cupping his hands around his mouth so his voice carries. "I'm sorry."
Jimin blinks. "You don't have to be -"
"I love you, Park Jimin," Namjoon continues, voice even louder as he yells. "I love you for more than just your perfect ass and I want to be with you. I want to be your boyfriend so I can hold your hand, and kiss you, and eat your ass all the time."
Jimin is mortified. He can't believe Namjoon is doing this. People are staring, all of his neighbors just heard a man yell about wanting to eat Jimin's ass. The entire block can probably hear, all the way down to the convenience store on the corner. But - Namjoon wants to be his boyfriend. Namjoon loves him.
"You're an idiot!" Jimin shouts back. Namjoon slumps and Jimin grins. "Get up here before I call the cops!"
Namjoon springs into action and Jimin sprints for his bedroom door, rocketing into the hallway and slamming his palm into the unlock button as he reaches the entryway. He flings open the door a moment later, greeted with a panting Namjoon.
"I'm so sorry," Namjoon murmurs. "I should have called you or just rang the buzzer. I wasn't thinking, shit -"
"You meant it?" It's so similar to their conversation from the night before.
Namjoon's head bobs as he nods. "I've loved you for years, I've always wanted to be with you. If you don't feel the same way that's okay. But I couldn't not tell you, not when -"
Namjoon is cut off when Jimin flings himself into his arms, wrapping his arms around Namjoon's neck and dragging him into a kiss.
"I love you," Jimin murmurs against his lips, smiling against his skin. "I love you so much, but you're a fucking idiot." Namjoon smiles back and wraps his arms around him, gripping the back of Jimin's neck to direct him into another kiss. Deeper, sweeter, filled with intention, filled with love.
Jimin pulls back once more, fingers curling in Namjoon's hair. "Hyung," he murmurs, grinning broadly, "have you ever had your ass eaten?" Namjoon splutters, eyes widening, and Jimin laughs, dragging him into the apartment and slamming the door behind them.