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Camaraderie (noun): mutual trust and friendship among people who spend a lot of time together.
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As soon as he lets his body drop like dead weight on the couch, he grabs one of the cushions to smother himself with it, screaming into the velvety fabric. While kicking his feet like a child throwing a tantrum, Jimin doesn’t hear the apartment’s keypad chiming to indicate the door is being opened and closed. He wouldn’t have stopped, anyway, but at least he could have prevented the small heart attack he suffers when someone’s voice breaks through his muffled screams.
“Oh my God, what’s wrong?” Jeongguk questions, carelessly dropping his gym bag on the floor, judging by how it hits the ground with a thud. Jimin doesn’t uncover his face until he feels Jeongguk’s shadow blocking the light over his head.
“I’m officially single again,” he grumbles, throwing the small pillow across the L-shaped couch. He looks up at Jeongguk with a pout on his lips, getting a concerned frown in return. The younger gestures for Jimin to scoot over so he can sit next to his legs.
“What did he do?” Jeongguk scowls, placing Jimin’s legs over his lap so he can lean against the backrest. Jimin lets out a long sigh once his roommate's skilled fingers start absentmindedly massaging his calves. “‘M’gonna kill him if he fucked up,” he states, finally managing to make Jimin’s stern expression break into a loud snort.
“Ggukie, don’t fall into your criminal tendencies because of me,” he says, slightly lifting himself so his head is perched on the armrest.
“I can take him out, hyung,” he insists, pushing away the strands of wet hair that have fallen over his forehead. That’s when Jimin realizes he must have showered at the gym, his nose suddenly catching on to his citrus body wash scent. It feels comforting, in a way. Familiar. “Don’t underestimate the power in these,” Jeongguk points at his bicep, flexing it until the sleeve of his t-shirt seems at risk of bursting at the seams. Damn, that expensive gym membership suddenly looks like a great investment.
“You’re so dumb,” Jimin rolls his eyes, swatting at his chest, which— ouch? Since when is it rock solid? Jimin has to force himself back into his original train of thought, admitting bashfully, “it’s not him, it’s me.”
“You?” Jeongguk scoffs, looking down at him like he has just told him the Earth is flat. “Impossible, my Jiminie-hyung could do no wrong!” He shakes his head, continuing to rub his ankles over the fabric of his jeans.
“You say that ‘cause you don’t know the truth,” he mumbles, looking away to stare at the ceiling. What he’s about to confess is almost too embarrassing to admit out loud. “Your Jiminie-hyung is a disappointment in the bedroom,” when his gaze finds Jeongguk’s again, the younger is slack-jawed.
“You’re a what ?” Jeongguk sits up straighter, a deep crease formed between his eyebrows. If Jimin could reach from his lying position, he would smooth it out with his thumb, like he always does. “He told you that? Oh, when I catch him—,” he clicks his tongue, shaking his head slowly.
“Apparently, I offended his dick game,” Jimin huffs, crossing his arms over his chest. He can’t help but pout again, grumbling his next words. “S'always the same shit.”
“I never liked him, he gives off small dick energy, anyway,” the younger retorts, softly tickling the sole of Jimin’s left foot, making him squeak in surprise and almost kick Jeongguk in the head.
“What was that for!?” Jimin whines, taking his feet away from Jeongguk’s lap and momentarily hugging his knees to his chest. He has to fight back a burst of giggles trying to escape him from the pits of his stomach.
“You are sulking too much, hyung,” Jeongguk shrugs and pulls on his legs, letting them drop back over his thighs. Jimin shakes his head, trying not to look entertained by his best friend's antics. They both know how much Jimin hates—read: loves —being tickled.
“You never like any of my boyfriends,” he says after a while, finally sitting up but keeping his legs on top of Jeongguk's. “And he was average,” he feels the need to clarify, even though that might be pushing it.
“And have I ever been wrong about them?” Jeongguk looks at him with a raised brow and okay, he’s not not right. Jimin’s skills when it comes to choosing men aren’t exactly enviable. “Besides, why would he say something as dumb as that? Did you bite his dick off?” The idea of Jeongguk knowing Jimin has had dicks in his mouth—although it’s very much true—makes him uneasy. Call him a prude, but he’s never really been into sharing the details of his sex life with his friends. That’s changing today, it seems.
“I should’ve. I hate men,” he settles for saying. “They never even make me come,” Jimin lolls his head to the side to rest it on the couch, hugging another cushion closer to his chest, “and then they get mad at me for it!” He groans.
“You are the one who didn’t get to come and he had the audacity to get offended?” Jeongguk’s doe eyes go wide like a cartoon character, a grimace taking over his soft features. “Say sike right now.”
“They always do that, Jeonggukie!” Jimin protests, picking at one of the cushion’s loose threads. “They don’t hear me complain. Not to them, at least,” he adds, realizing all he’s done is complain to Jeongguk, who must be exhausted after his workout. The younger truly is a saint, lending Jimin a listening ear every time he needs it.
“Yeah, I've heard some people don't always get lucky in that department,” Jeongguk hums, drumming his fingers over Jimin’s knees “That's a shame, though, not coming every time,” he gives him a tight-lipped smile that Jimin assumes is supposed to be comforting.
“Yeah, but in my case I—,” he worries at his bottom lip for a second, pondering whether or not he should have a TMI moment with the younger. He decides to Hell with it, it’s not like Jeongguk isn’t his closest friend, after all. He would never judge Jimin. “I never get to come,” he almost whispers, looking down at his own hands.
“What do you mean?”
“What do you mean ‘what do you mean’?” Jimin glares at him because he’s sure his statement is self-explanatory. “I never orgasm from sex,” he grits through his teeth. Yeah, he definitely should have kept this one to himself.
“Like, just from penetration?” Jeongguk questions, with the normality of someone talking about the weather. Jimin is mortified. He rubs his hands over his face, a little exasperated by the whole situation, and groans into them before answering.
“Not just that but—in general,” he gestures with his hands in the air, not pointing at anything in particular before letting them drop over the fluffy pillow. “Even when I try to finish the job myself at the end,” he scratches the back of his neck and sighs for the nth time. He really should shut up once and for all. “I usually can't even stay hard long enough.”
“YOU'VE NEVER COME DURING SEX?” Jeongguk nearly yells, startling Jimin.
“Say it louder, I think they didn't hear you in Japan!” Jimin announces, hitting him with the cushion. Jeongguk catches it just in time, using it as a shield against Jimin’s attempted attacks. “But it's not that weird, right?” Jimin asks after Jeongguk comes out from hiding behind the plush square. “Do you think there's something wrong with me?”
“No! No, hyung, not at all!” Jeongguk shakes his head vehemently, instinctively reaching out to hold onto Jimin’s knees, drawing soothing circles over them. “I'm just a little surprised,” he clears his throat, seemingly weighing his next words. “What about when you touch yourself?”
“Yah! Jeongguk!” Jimin quite literally wails, and then he remembers he is responsible for starting this conversation. It’s only logical that Jeongguk would be curious after such a confession. “I can do it alone but it doesn’t feel like that big of a deal,” he shrugs, averting his gaze once again. “Some people make it sound like the most amazing thing in the world. To me it's just—meh, I guess.”
There’s something inherently humiliating about his admission, despite him knowing there shouldn’t be. Sex has always been painted as this incredible, all-consuming experience that some people even become addicted to. Sadly, it doesn’t work like that for Jimin, it never has. And it is not for lack of trying, either. Nor does he lack a libido, quite the contrary. Jimin spends more time horny out of his mind than he cares to admit. But, somehow, it never ends up feeling like he’s been told it does. That’s what’s rendered him like this, convinced sex is nothing but a big case of false advertisement.
“Wow, that's—that's definitely something,” Jeongguk licks his lip, nodding slowly like he’s taking in Jimin’s statement. “I never thought I'd hear someone talk about coming as a ‘meh’ experience,” he chuckles in disbelief.
“Maybe I'm a little faulty?” Jimin purses his lips, “and besides, I think you're biased. I'm sure everyone fakes it, sometimes,” he quips.
“How so?” Jeongguk tilts his head, looking too much like a puppy.
“I mean,” Jimin stretches the word on his tongue, “I've heard some of the people you bring here,” he blushes and doesn’t miss the way both of Jeongguk’s eyebrows shoot up, interested. “They are quite dramatic,” Jimin snorts, trying not to remember all of those times he accidentally overheard what went on inside his roommate’s bedroom.
“You think they're faking it?” Jeongguk looks amused by the idea. Jimin feared he might be offending him, but the younger appears extremely entertained by the turn their conversation has taken.
“I'm sure you're very—talented, Jeonggukie,” Jimin reassures him, because he means it. Jeongguk has always been good at everything he puts his mind to, so he wouldn’t be surprised if sex was one of those things, too. He also happens to be one of the most attractive people Jimin has ever met, which doesn’t really have an impact on his performance, Jimin knows that, but he has a feeling that in Jeongguk’s case, it probably does. You cannot be that hot and also bad in bed, it’s just not possible. “But there's no way those screams are real,” he continues, suspecting there’s a certain pink tint taking over his ears, “last time I thought the poor girl was going to die. I was ready to dial 112,” Jimin admits, nipping at his thumbnail. That woman’s high-pitched voice will haunt Jimin’s mind until the day he dies.
“Oh I love where this is going,” Jeongguk chuckles lowly.
“W–what?”
“I can promise you they're not faking it, Jimin,” he shows him a sly smirk, making Jimin flush even deeper. He doesn’t even realize Jeongguk has dropped honorifics again. “Everything you've heard—which, I'm sorry you've heard it, by the way,” he adds, looking sincerely apologetic. Jimin doesn’t hold it against him, though. Their walls are ridiculously thin. At least one of them is getting lucky around here, “—is very much real,” he notes, unbothered.
“If you say so,” Jimin mumbles, unconvinced. Maybe it’s just his jealousy talking, which reminds him of their original topic of discussion, “maybe I'm not made for it.”
“I think what's most likely happening here is that you haven't lucked out with your partners,” Jeongguk suggests, surely just attempting to cheer him up. “All you need is a guy who knows what he's doing,” he pats his calf reassuringly, “I promise they exist!”
“But I've had the same problem for years!” Jimin slumps down on the couch, the bitter feeling in his stomach slowly returning. “I’m not sure it's their fault, anymore.”
“Maybe you just haven't found what you like?” Jeongguk objects, the eternal optimist. “Not everyone enjoys the same stuff!”
“I guess,” Jimin concedes, cracking his knuckles. “I don't even know why I'm talking about this, it's so embarrassing,” he frowns. He must look like a petulant kid right now.
“Hey, it's just me,” Jeongguk reminds him, softly pulling on the fabric of his baggy jeans. “You know we can talk about anything,” he says warmly. Jimin does know, and he’s incredibly thankful for Jeongguk.
“I know, I know,” he tries to offer him a smile, even if it doesn’t quite reach his eyes. He’s ready to be done with this topic, but then curiosity gets the best of him and he has to bite his tongue not to ask the very much intrusive question.
“What is it?” Jeongguk urges him to speak. He’s always been able to read Jimin like a book.
“Huh?” He pretends not to understand, looking at Jeongguk like he expects him to say something else.
“You have that look,” Jeongguk squints. There’s a mischievous tilt to the corners of his mouth. “What are you holding back?”
“I was going to ask something but it's—it's inappropriate,” Jimin scrunches his nose, hoping the younger would drop it.
“Shoot,” he simply says. Something that’s always characterized Jeongguk is how willing he is to share everything with Jimin. There’s no such thing as keeping appearances when it comes to Jeongguk, at least not when it involves him. It’s one of the things Jimin loves the most about their friendship, even if he sometimes struggles to reciprocate.
“What does it feel like, for you?” He asks, at last, trying to sound casual.
“Coming?” Jeongguk chirps.
“Sex in general,” he clarifies, internally cursing himself for being so nosy. This is none of his business. “Is it as great as people say?”
“I think it's even better,” he nods, smacking his lips before adding, “but sex is not just about coming, for me at least. I enjoy every part of it. Especially being the one making the other person feel good,” he lets out a long exhale, like just thinking about it affects him somehow. “Sometimes I feel like I could come just from that,” he muses.
“R–really?” Jimin stutters, feeling himself getting shy again. Hearing his best friend, his dongsaeng whom he’s known since high school, talking about such things, makes him feel a little hot and bothered, for some reason.
“Yeap,” he pops the P at the end.
“I'm so jealous right now,” he admits, opting to ignore all the other stuff he’s also feeling. He’s jealous of everyone who happens to have a good sex life. Turns out that includes Jeongguk, to no one's surprise.
“Don't be silly, I'm sure you'll get to feel like that at some point!” Jeongguk insists, pinching the arch of his foot. Jimin swats away his hand again. “And also sex isn't for everyone! Asexuality is a thing, you know? Some people don't want sex at all,” Jeongguk states.
“Yeah, but—” Jimin shakes his head. He’s contemplated that before. “I doubt that's the case, for me.”
“Then you just have to keep trying, hyung. Don't give up on dick!” He wants to sound enthusiastic, but Jimin snorts at the awkward expression on his face. No matter how much he tries to be cool about it, it’s still his hyung he’s talking to about dicks.
“Maybe I'll download Tinder again,” Jimin says. Dating apps have never really worked out well for him, but there aren’t that many options available. He had tried bars and clubs before, but to no avail. Everyone is looking for a fun one-night stand, whereas Jimin doesn’t do that. He guesses he could be on the asexual spectrum after all. He read something about Demisexuality, once, and it kind of clicked. That's why he goes on dates first and gets emotionally involved with those douchebags, only to end up discovering their true colors once Jimin isn't willing to lie about their dick game to feed their egos. And then he finds himself both unsatisfied and a little heartbroken.
“Include that picture I took of you,” Jeongguk pulls him back to the present when he speaks up again, “the one with the black leather pants,” he explains and Jimin properly laughs this time.
“You mean the one where my ass looks huge?” He snorts. Of course he would choose that one. Jeongguk has an obsession with his ass he has never attempted to hide. “I'm not trying to attract perverts, Jeongguk,” he rolls his eyes.
“I would swipe right,” he argues, pouting a little bit. He really is an overgrown puppy, Jimin concludes.
“Exactly my point,” Jimin nods slowly to emphasize his words.
“Rude?!” Jeongguk protests, slapping Jimin’s knee without any real force behind it. “I’m no pervert, I’m an ass enthusiast. Connoisseur, if you may,” he solemnly states.
“Shut up, pervert,” he enunciates the word, leaning in closer.
“I’m serious, though,” Jeongguk insists, pushing Jimin back with a single finger to the middle of his forehead. What a brat! “Once you find someone who cares about your pleasure as much as he cares about his, you’re gonna get the hype around sex,” he says, matter-of-factly. “Maybe you’ll even find one who cares more about your pleasure, then you won’t be able to stop,” he winks. Jimin almost keens at the gesture. It shouldn’t be allowed for someone to look so charming when all they’re doing is winking.
“I don’t think people like that exist outside of porn, Jeongguk,” Jimin stretches out his arms and cracks his spine, the edge of the armrest permanently stamped on his lower back.
“Oh, but they do,” he says, mirroring Jimin’s actions. The older wonders why he sees Jimin’s habit of cracking his back as a competition. It has always been like that. If Jimin does it, Jeongguk will do it.
“You’ve been with people like that?” Jimin cocks his head. Naturally, Jeongguk would have lucked out in that aspect, too.
“I am people like that,” he admits easily, and Jimin’s brain short circuits. He lifts Jimin’s legs from his lap so he can stand up. “I really should get going, hyung. I have a class in twenty minutes,” he checks his watch and looks down at Jimin one last time. “I’ll buy us dinner on my way back, how’s that sound?”
I am people like that. I am people like that. I am people like that.
“Hyung?” Jeongguk tries again, until Jimin realizes he has spaced out there for a moment.
“Okay,” he nods, blinking a couple of times to get his brain cells to work again.
“Don’t be sad while I’m gone,” he starts walking toward his bedroom, probably to get his backpack, “I don’t allow it!” He chimes over his shoulder before disappearing down the hallway.
“Okay,” Jimin repeats under his breath to the empty living room.
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The first time Jimin wakes up in a cold sweat, he feels so mortified he contemplates not leaving his room for the rest of the year. There’s an erection tenting his boxer and an impending pressure in his gut. He’s never been one to have wet dreams, at least not since he was a hormonal teen discovering his sexuality. But here he is, pulling the covers up over his head, trying to hide from the reality of his little issue.
Hey, Google, is it normal to dream about your roommate re-arranging your guts? Asking for a friend!
Jimin wasn’t aware of how much their conversation two days ago had affected him. He has always known Jeongguk to be an attractive man, of course, you’d have to be blind not to notice it—and even then, just talking to him would make it obvious. He is confident but never arrogant. An absolute tease but still kind and respectful. So, fantasizing about him once in a while shouldn’t be a big deal. Except it is, because Jeongguk is his best friend and donsaeng, and Jimin has never dared to look at him with anything if not platonic eyes—he swears! Right now, though, his cock is threatening to soil his favorite pair of boxers, which is unacceptable.
His dream had started uneventfully, an almost exact replica of their long exchange on the couch. Jeongguk was massaging his legs in the same way he did in real life, staying attentive and understanding as Jimin went on and on about how much he hated men. It was innocent, one of those dreams that are more memory than anything else. And then something switched. Jeongguk’s long, tattooed fingers started to climb up his calf until they reached his thighs, the pressure of his fingertips turning more and more intense by the second. In the dream, Jimin didn’t seem to realize that, at first. He kept talking and basking in the soft caresses over his jeans.
Until Jeongguk’s hand reached his groin, and the director of the cheap porno going on in his slumber decided it was time to fast-forward. Next thing he knew, Jimin was riding his best friend within an inch of his life. His head was thrown back, Jeongguk’s pillowy lips attached to his neck like a starved man. One of his hands was engulfing Jimin’s length completely, letting him fuck into his fist every time the snap of his hips would jolt Jimin up. He was loud, too, which should have been a sign that he was dreaming, because Jimin tends to be on the quieter side. The Jeongguk in his dream was very skilled, it seems, hitting Jimin’s sweet spot every time, his palm applying the perfect amount of pressure around the head of his cock.
Right when he was about to come, though, painting the younger’s muscled chest with his seed, his alarm started to scream at him.
Therefore, saying that Jimin is scandalized is an understatement. He will never look Jeongguk in the eye again.
“Hyung!”
Oh, for goodness’s sake! Like clockwork, Jeongguk’s voice breaks the silence, booming through his bedroom door. Jimin squeaks in surprise, like a kid caught with his hand inside the cookie jar. He goes lower on his bed, completely buried under the covers. Jeongguk cannot see him right now, not when he’s hard and flushed and ready to jump out of his window.
“You’re gonna be late for work!” He raises his voice, lightly knocking on the door. “Are you awake? Want me to drop you off?” Jeongguk offers, and the mental image of Jeongguk clad in his biker gear, ready to hop on his new Harley and take Jimin to work is enough for Jimin’s confined dick to twitch inside his underwear.
What is wrong with him!?
Screw Jeongguk and his kindness and his bike, which Jimin is not going to get on today. The last thing he needs is an excuse to cling to Jeongguk’s broad back. No, absolutely not.
“I’ll take the bus,” Jimin manages to squeeze out of his throat, momentarily uncovering his face so his voice isn't too muffled by the thick fabric. “Thank you, though,” he adds for good measure. The rational side of his fried brain knows that the younger is not at fault for his predicament.
“You sure? I’m leaving in five minutes,” he insists, tone unsure. Jimin gets it, of course. It’s not like him to get up late, more often than not getting out of bed even before his alarm rings. He was a little busy this morning, okay?
“I’m sure,” Jimin sits up on the bed, glaring at his crotch, still refusing to go down. “I’ve got enough time, don’t worry.”
“If you say so,” Jeongguk says, and Jimin can breathe at last. He needs him to leave so he can rush to the bathroom. A cold shower is going to have to take care of his problem. He will not be jerking off to his best friend. Not a chance. “There’s coffee in the pot if you want some,” and with that, Jimin hears footsteps in the direction of the living room. He’s safe.
Has he mentioned how much he hates cold showers, anyway?
Needless to say, those nightmares—read: the steamiest dreams Jimin has ever had—become a recurring presence in his life.
The real detonator, however, takes place about a week after his first dream. Jimin is busy making lunch, stirring a pot of kimchi-jjigae. Jeongguk is the one in charge of doing all of the cooking, for the most part, while Jimin does the cleaning. But this is the one meal Jimin is confident in preparing, so they have decided to switch, for once. They both have Saturdays off, except for one of Jeongguk’s mandatory lectures in the afternoon, so there’s no rush to eat something quick and easy like they tend to do.
He’s adding the final touches to the boiling pot, a pinch of salt here and there to finish it off, when he hears the bathroom door being opened and closed. Followed by a cloud of steam, Jeongguk emerges from the hallway with rivulets of water streaming down his naked chest, a white towel snuggly wrapped around his narrow hips.
Jimin is frozen on the spot. The sound of the stew spilling over the edges suddenly distant, unimportant. It’s not like he has never seen Jeongguk shirtless before, they’ve known each other for almost eight years. They live together and they’re both guys, it’s only natural for it to happen once in a blue moon. This is different, though. It feels wrong somehow, like Jimin shouldn’t be allowed to admire every curve and ripple of muscle covering Jeongguk’s body. He looks stronger than Jimin remembered, too, like he’s become bigger and broader everywhere.
Jimin might as well start contributing to pay for that gym membership. It’s definitely worth every penny.
“I think our showerhead is broken,” Jeongguk explains. Jimin realizes at that moment that he has been staring at him, mouth slightly agape without uttering a word. He hurries to turn the stove off without even checking if the food has survived his neglect. He blinks at Jeongguk, trying to process the information and give him some sort of reaction that doesn’t involve drooling at the sight in front of him. “It just died on me, I still have shampoo in my hair,” Jeongguk whines, either oblivious to Jimin’s struggle to keep his eyes on the younger's face or not interested at all in acknowledging the fact.
“Want to—,” Jimin tries, the words feeling foreign on his tongue. He would much rather be using that same tongue to catch the droplets running down those abs and—okay, stop! He needs to get his shit together, “want to rinse your hair in the sink?” He offers, stepping away from the pot to give Jeongguk enough space to do so if he wishes. The kitchen is quite cramped, and getting some distance between them doesn’t seem like a bad idea, considering the way the smell of Jeongguk’s shampoo is working like a drug, clogging Jimin’s mind. He's ready to flee the scene before he does something stupid like getting hard. Or dying.
“Can you help me?” Jeongguk asks, walking up to the sink, a hand going down to secure the towel around him. Jimin can’t help it,—neither does he try, to be honest—, he lets his eyes follow the movement, marveling at the way that, being so low on his hips, the white piece of fabric does little to hide Jeongguk’s defined Adonis belt. And is that trail of hair under his naval leading to even more hair, down there? Does Jeongguk shave or is he more into trimming? He has always struck Jimin as a clean shaver, quite frankly, but there’s really no way for Jimin to know that for sure. Nor does he want to know, of course. That is highly inappropriate to even think about. He would never dare— “hyung?”
Jimin might as well turn on the oven and stick his head inside. He needs to get.a.grip.
“Sure, yeah. Sure, I can do that,” he says under his breath, reaching to turn on the faucet, and checking that the water comes out warm enough. Jeongguk is staring at him curiously, like he’s trying to read Jimin’s expression. Jimin would bet his next paycheck that his face is tomato red right now, no doubts about it. “Get your hair under the water and close your eyes so you don't get shampoo in them,” he continues, clearing his throat to make sure his vocal cords haven’t gotten tangled from all the drool that had accumulated in his mouth.
He’s disgusting, this is his friend he’s talking about!
“Don’t drown me,” Jeongguk jokes before putting his hair under the stream.
“Won’t make any promises,” Jimin snorts. His hands make quick work of massaging Jeongguk’s scalp to get rid of any remaining traces of lather. He easily gets into his task, and he’s almost focused enough on the silkiness of Jeongguk’s locks between his fingers to ignore the fact that the younger is bent over the kitchen counter, his perky ass sticking out, almost grazing the side of Jimin’s hips.
Jeongguk’s back muscles flex and relax under his honeyed skin every time he changes his footing, trying to avoid getting too much water on his face. Jimin almost feels tempted to run a hand down his spine to feel its ridges and indentations.
“I think it’s done, hyung,” Jeongguk mumbles against the sink’s metal walls. Jimin removes his hands from his head like he’s just been burned and turns the water off. He takes a step to the side, not without covering the end of the faucet with his hand just in case Jeongguk bumps his head with it when he stands back up. “Thanks for that,” he grins cheekily. Just when Jimin is about to say something along the lines of ‘it's no big deal’, Jeongguk starts shaking his head like a freshly bathed puppy, covering Jimin with flying drops of water. He’s such a child, even at twenty-two.
“You rascal!” Jimin squeaks, backing away from him and trying to shield himself with his arms. “Get out of my kitchen you wet dog,” he orders, annoyed by the sound of Jeongguk’s bubbly laughter.
“S’my kitchen too, you know?” Jeongguk reminds him, voice laced with contained giggles as he walks away from him.
“Get dressed so we can eat,” Jimin grumbles while he pats his face dry with a kitchen towel. Or get completely undressed his mind suggests he should add, but he doesn’t.
“Yes, mom!” Jeongguk loudly quips from his room.
Jimin leans back against the fridge, letting out a long sigh. His hands are still warm from the water when he tries to cool down his flushed cheeks with them. There’s an idea, a terrible, terrible idea roaming around in his head.
As he starts plating their food and carrying some of the side dishes to their small breakfast bar, he decides he might give it a try after they eat.
What’s the worst that could happen?
♡
“Jeongguk.”
“Shit!” Jeongguk drops the soapy sponge, startled. “Jimin-ah,” he exclaims, dropping honorifics out of shock. Maybe Jimin shouldn’t have sneaked up on him like that. “I didn’t hear you come in,” he gives his roommate a quick look over his shoulder before resuming his task. “What is it?”
“Would you sleep with me?” Jimin blurts out before he gets the chance to talk himself out of it. Worrying at his bottom lip, he twiddles with his thumbs nervously. This is a terrible idea.
“What?” Jeongguk partially turns his body towards him, cocking his head curiously. “Like cuddling? Of course,” he picks up one of the glasses they just used and starts washing it, struggling to fit the sponge and his hand through the narrow opening. “We can cuddle when I’m done here,” he chuckles, giving him a funny look. “You don’t need to ask, hyung,” Jeongguk says. Jimin knows that’s fair, since he never asks, simply opting for sneaking into Jeongguk's bed whenever he feels like it. It has never been more than that, though. Innocent, friendly cuddling isn’t exactly what Jimin is about to ask for.
Jimin wants to make a run for it and pretend this never happened. Asking his roommate to have sex with him has to be in the top five of the most idiotic things he’s ever thought about.
“No, I mean—” he shakes his head, trying to bring some clarity to his thoughts, to no avail. “Forget it,” Jimin sighs, turning around before he faints from all of his blood going to his cheeks.
“Jimin-hyung, wait!” Jeongguk calls after him, seemingly unaware of the dripping sponge in his hand, making a mess on the kitchen floor. “Help me out, here,” there’s a small pout on his lips like there always is when he’s confused. Jimin hadn’t realized before how kissable that made him look. “What's going on?”
“Would you have sex with me?” He mumbles through a single breath and closes his eyes tightly as if bracing himself for a punch in the face. After five seconds go by without an answer, he peeks through one eye before opening both of them completely, blinking rapidly to adapt to the light. Standing in front of him with a dumbfounded look on his face is Jeongguk, mouth hanging open and a wet sponge lying on the floor tiles, having fallen from his hand.
Under any other circumstances, Jimin would cackle at the image before his eyes. Right now, though, he feels like throwing up from all the knots in his stomach.
“You want me to fuck you!?” Jeongguk manages to say, his voice squeaking slightly from the residual shock. He awkwardly pats his hands dry on his apron.
“When you put it like that it sounds more insane than it already is,” Jimin grumbles, dropping his gaze to his feet.
“Where is this coming from?” Jeongguk asks after what feels like an eternity. His voice is soft, his words tentative having sensed the internal turmoil Jimin is going through. He slowly lifts his head from staring at his sock-clad feet to meet Jeongguk’s gaze.
Jeongguk’s kind eyes study his face before taking a step toward him until the small breakfast bar is the only thing standing between them. Jimin is thankful for its presence because right now he knows any more proximity to Jeongguk could have him blacking out from embarrassment.
“I’m just—curious,” he swallows thickly, struggling to find the right words. “After we talked the other night, I couldn’t stop thinking about—you know,” he barely realizes his voice is nothing more than a whisper. Jeongguk’s face stays calm and collected, but the redness crawling up his neck is unmistakable. Jimin is glad he’s not the only one affected by this conversation.
“You’ve been thinking about me fucking you,” he states, matter-of-factly. His voice is huskier this time, jaw clenched. Jimin feels goosebumps crawl up his arms.
“Don’t say it like that, but—yeah,” he sighs, slumping his shoulders before adding: “and also about coming.”
“Are you high?” Jeongguk blurts.
“Jeongguk!” Jimin whines, covering his face with his hands. “You could just say no,” he mumbles through his fingers. He pats his cheeks with the back of his hands, trying to cool them down. “Forget I asked,” he says, scratching the back of his neck. “Actually, it was a joke!” Jeongguk raises an eyebrow at him, not at all impressed. “Please laugh,” Jimin says with a tight-lipped smile. Jeongguk leans his whole body forward, his hands on the counter coming to support his weight.
“I would love to,” he says, voice low and silky-smooth. Jimin thinks he might be imagining the way he stares at his lips for a fleeting moment.
“Love to what?” Jimin asks dumbly, completely lost in Jeongguk's hungry eyes. Is he being delusional? Did he black out from the nerves and is now imagining the way his best friend is ogling him like he has already undressed him in his mind? There is no way any of this is really happening.
“I would love to fuck you, Jimin,” he licks his lips before standing up straight. Jimin feels a shift in the air while he watches Jeongguk silently take off his apron and drop it on a stool. Although Jeongguk towers over him only by a handful of inches, his aura is completely overpowering. Even when he doesn’t say a word.
Jimin has no idea what he’s getting himself into. He can’t wait to find out.
“Sit down,” Jeongguk orders, and Jimin complies as if on autopilot, taking a seat on one of the kitchen stools, mirroring Jeongguk's position in front of him. “We need to talk this through.”
“You make it sound very clinical,” Jimin says under his breath. He plays with his hands on his lap, trying to keep his shit together. This is really happening, isn’t it?
“Hey,” Jeongguk's tone is firm but gentle, and he doesn’t speak again until Jimin finally meets his eyes. “I need you to look at me while we discuss this, okay?” Jeongguk reaches for his hand across the bar, giving it a reassuring squeeze. Jimin’s skin continues to tingle long after he has stopped touching him. “Don’t hide from me.”
“O—Okay,” he stutters. He can do this.
“As much as I’d love to jump you right here, right now,” Jeongguk states so nonchalantly, like he’s talking about their grocery list, that Jimin almost chokes on his own spit. He can’t help but conjure images of Jeongguk doing just that. Of him fucking Jimin right here in the kitchen, spreading his legs as he pushes him back on the counter. Jeongguk's sinfully long fingers working through— “Jimin, are you listening?”
“Yes!” he answers way too quickly, making Jeongguk squint at him before he seems to put two and two together, realizing where Jimin’s mind had wandered to, after what he said. A smug smirk appears on his face, causing Jimin to blush a deeper shade of red. He probably looks like a full-on apple by now.
“As I was saying,” he continues, “I need to know your thought process behind this, hyung,” he pauses, chewing on his lower lip while he chooses his next words carefully. “Tell me what you have in mind.”
Jimin feels the tips of his ears burning up and instinctively covers them with his hands, a habit that would always make Jeongguk coo at him. This time, though, Jeongguk is simply staring at him, patiently waiting for an answer.
Jimin doesn’t think he could ever voice the thoughts he has been having ever since their conversation.
Who is he kidding? He has been suppressing those thoughts since that summer Jeongguk grew almost a head taller than him and decided to join the school's soccer team.
“I—I’ve been thinking about what you said,” he starts, fighting the urge to avoid Jeongguk's burning gaze. “About my issue not being—you know,” he waves his hand around as if it was self-explanatory, but ends up dropping it on his lap with a huff when Jeongguk's eyebrows shoot up slightly, nodding his head to urge Jimin to go on. “Well, a me issue,” he runs his tongue over the back of his teeth. “You said all I needed was someone who knew what they were doing.”
“And you think that’s me?” Jeongguk's cool composure is starting to make Jimin squirm in his seat. He expected him to be weirded out by his proposal, maybe to take it as a joke and topple over giggling like he usually does. Hell, Jimin even considered the possibility of Jeongguk accepting, no questions asked, like the good samaritan that he is. He did not expect him to take it seriously. And he definitely didn’t expect Jeongguk to look at him like he’s doing now.
“Well—yes?” he sounds uncertain, even if he’s not. Jimin knows that he couldn’t ask for this from anyone else. Neither would he want to. “Is that weird? It is weird, isn’t it?” Jimin groans. Maybe he should give up and become a priest. Coming doesn’t sound that fun, anyway. “You must think I’m a weirdo.”
Jeongguk has an amused grin trying to take over his face, Jimin can tell just by the glint in his eyes. He crosses his arms over his chest, and the older doesn’t miss the way his pecs look even bigger like this, pushed together.
Instead of answering his question, Jeongguk clears his throat and cocks his head. “Have you ever been intimate with someone you're not dating, Jimin?” He knows he must be imagining things, but the way Jeongguk purrs his name with a sickeningly sweet tone, honorifics dropped, has him shuddering.
“No, not really,” he purses his lips, feeling even shier, which didn’t seem humanly possible five seconds ago. He had forgotten how much Jeongguk knew about him, including his distaste for one-night stands. “I made out with a random guy in high school, though. Remember Taehyung?”
Jeongguk smiles fondly at that, but it’s not mocking. He seems softened by Jimin’s wide-eyed confession.
“Do you think it's something you could enjoy?” Jeongguk says, voice so kind Jimin might start crying. Of course Jeongguk would be overly nice and attentive about this. Jimin is so thankful for him.
“Yes,” Jimin manages to say, feeling a little breathless at his own admission. “If it's with you, yes, I do,” he adds in a whisper, staring at Jeongguk. Jimin catches the way something dark flashes through Jeongguk's eyes when he leans forward, resting his elbows on the countertop. Now that he's closer, Jimin can see the lovely mole right under his bottom lip. If only he could get a little closer and kiss it.
Shit. He's in big trouble, isn't he? His dreams have officially fried his brain.
“Are you sure you've thought this through, hyung?” Jeongguk says. “I wouldn't want you to make a decision you'd end up regretting in a week,” he sounds chill when he speaks, but Jimin can tell this is something that actually worries Jeongguk. Neither of them would want to jeopardize their friendship, after all.
“I'm sure,” Jimin shifts in his place, licking his lips for the nth time out of nerves. “But I don't want you to feel like you have to, of course. I—I would be flattered if you accepted, but—” he takes a deep breath, having run out of it from trying to spit out his thoughts all at once, “I would hate to make you uncomfortable, or make you feel pressured.”
“Pressured?” Jeongguk furrows his eyebrows.
“You know, to make me come,” his voice is barely audible toward the end of the sentence. And, seriously, how much blood can rush into someone's face before it starts being a medical emergency? “Maybe I'm just not made for it. I wouldn't hold it against you if you couldn't help me, let's say.”
Jeongguk stares at him as if he has grown a second head. And then, ever so slowly, he smiles. The type of sly pull at the corners of his mouth that makes him look devilishly dangerous. He's so fucking hot.
“I'd make you come so many times you'd beg me to stop, baby,” Jeongguk's regular mellow voice comes out lower, laced with something that Jimin could only define as utterly filthy , even if he sounds like he's not even trying to be seductive. This is second nature to him. Jimin has to stifle a whimper pushing up the back of his throat when he hears the pet name falling from the younger’s lips like it's nothing. If Jeongguk was a vampire, Jimin’s sure he would be baring his neck right now.
“Jeongguk,” Jimin whines, too embarrassed to hold eye contact. He feels heat pooling in his belly, and that's when he realizes he has been getting hard for a while now. He presses his thighs together on instinct, sensing Jeongguk's gaze catching him in the act. “You can't say things like that!” Unless you want me to drop dead, he wants to add.
“I can show you, though,” he says, probably trying to give the older an aneurysm. “I'll make you a deal, hyung,” he waits for Jimin to meet his eyes to resume his talking. “You'll show me how you make yourself feel good, and then I'll fuck you until you forget how to speak. How does that sound?”
“You—You want to watch while I—,” Jimin struggles to thread more than two words together. His throat feels suspiciously like it's about to close up.
“While you play with yourself, yes,” Jeongguk nods, looking at him in the eyes. Jimin feels himself becoming smaller under his gaze. “I want your first good orgasm to be on your own merit.”
“Alright,” he swallows, slowly nodding. That's very considerate of him, right? “When?” He blurts out without being able to stop himself. He slaps a hand over his mouth as soon as he realizes how desperate he just sounded.
Jeongguk chuckles something dark, way too entertained by the situation at hand for Jimin’s liking. He would like for his nervousness to be a shared experience, thank you very much.
“Even though I can abandon the dishes,” Jeongguk says, pointing at the sink over his shoulder, “I have a class in about half an hour that I can't skip, so,” he purses his lips.
“Isn’t like fifteen minutes more than enough?” Jimin asks. He’s used to his sexual encounters being short and to the point. How long could they possibly need?
“Hyung,” Jeongguk frowns, a little disconcerted by Jimin’s words. “Do you really think I’ll be done with you in fifteen minutes?” He shakes his head, leaning closer over the counter. “Seriously, hyung, what kind of guy have you been frequenting?”
“Don’t remind me,” Jimin groans, letting out a long sigh before sitting up a little straighter on the stool. “So—,” he tries again, a hint of laughter in his tone, “thirty minutes, give or take?” He snickers at Jeongguk’s offended expression. He seems quite keen on making Jimin understand that, apparently, sex with Jeongguk means taking a day off. Or something along those lines. For the tenth time that day, Jimin wonders what he’s gotten himself into.
“Let’s do this,” Jeongguk licks his lips, standing up to his full height again so he’s staring down at Jimin. The bastard must seriously enjoy that, doesn’t he? “I’ll go to class and be back around seven p.m.,” he walks around the counter until he’s standing right next to Jimin. The older turns in his seat, and suddenly Jungkook’s legs are grazing his knees. Now that they’re standing so close, Jimin rushes to stretch his oversized shirt over his lap, to cover his half-hard erection. Jeongguk’s eyes cast down to follow the movement. “If you still feel up to it when I come back and you’re not too tired, then we can do whatever you want, alright?” He asks, pushing a piece of Jimin’s hair behind his ear. The path his fingers trace over his skin, even if fleeting, leaves Jimin’s face tingling.
“Sounds good,” Jimin croaks out, unable to look away from Jeongguk’s big doe eyes.
“Maybe you should take a bath in the meantime, since the shower doesn’t work,” he suggests, “it’ll help you relax a little,” Jeongguk adds, rubbing the lobe of Jimin’s ear between two cold fingers. Where did all of these little touches come from? Jimin doubts he’ll survive this experience if a simple brush of fingers has his stomach doing cartwheels. He cannot deny, however, that the younger is right. Jimin relaxes his stiff shoulders before nodding. A bath is a great idea.
“I’ll do that,” Jimin says, offering him a shy smile.
“You’re in good hands, hyung,” he leans down and Jimin’s breath gets stuck in his lungs. Is he about to—and then Jeongguk plants a chaste kiss on his forehead, making Jimin’s whole body melt like putty, “you have nothing to worry about,” his lips move against his skin as he speaks before he pulls back.
“I know,” Jimin admits under his breath. He would trust Jeongguk with his life, after all. He surely can trust him with his ass.
Jimin audibly snorts at his thoughts. He’s going mad.
“What’s funny?” Jeongguk questions, lifting a single eyebrow.
“‘S’ nothing,” he shakes his head. “Leave or you’re gonna be late, c’mon.”
“Yes, sir,” he salutes him like a soldier and walks toward his bedroom. Jimin has known him for so long, he can tell how smug he's feeling about the whole thing judging by the long strides he takes, like he rules the world.
There's no saving Jimin after this.
When he finally steps out of the bathtub, around forty minutes later, he stands in front of the fogged bathroom mirror, contemplating his reflection. In a matter of hours, Jeongguk might see him like this, naked and vulnerable. Jimin is both terrified and buzzing with excitement at the prospect.
If this doesn’t work out, though, he might have to move to Canada. Something in his subconscious must be overly confident in Jeongguk’s abilities, because that is a risk he’s willing to take.
Once inside his room, he takes his time to get dressed, opting for a plain, black pair of tiny boxers and one of his most comfortable pajama shorts. The type that truly honor their name, because they are short, barely reaching the underside of his butt when he’s standing up straight. If he were to bend over the slightest bit, his cheeks would be out in the open. Whether that was a conscious decision or not, he will not admit it.
Originally, he had picked a simple white shirt from his closet, but as he was about to slide the doors closed, his eyes landed on a folded black t-shirt—now almost gray from the amount of times it has been washed. It used to be Jeongguk’s, up until around two or three years ago when Jimin had burrowed it after a laundry mishap that’d left him without anything decent to wear to class. Needless to say, it had looked ridiculously big on Jimin, the short sleeves reaching down to his elbows and the hem brushing the midst of his thighs. He’s not sure why he never gave it back, but Jeongguk hadn’t asked for it, and it had slowly made its way into Jimin’s pile of sleeping shirts.
Without a second thought, he grabs it, forgetting all bout his first pick. When he gets it over his head, his shorts disappear under it, making him look like he isn’t wearing anything underneath. He can’t pretend his choice isn't at least slightly calculated. Jeongguk is a reasonable, well-adjusted guy, but he can be quite possessive with those closest to him. That is why he never likes any of Jimin’s dates, he supposes, and also the reason why every time he’s caught Jimin wearing his shirt to bed, he’s gifted him a cocky smile, without uttering a single word. Jimin has always found it a little ridiculous. Tonight, though, he suspects Jeongguk will greatly appreciate his choice of clothing.
Or maybe Jimin is just projecting, and Jeongguk won’t even notice. He’s not sure about anything, anymore. He tries to distract himself, feeling too much like a damsel in distress waiting for his knight in shining armor. Although Knight with the healing dick sounds more like it, doesn’t it?
Jimin has officially lost it, and Jeongguk won’t be coming home for at least another forty minutes.
Lying on his unmade bed, he tosses and turns, aimlessly scrolling through his phone. He considered waiting for Jeongguk in the living room, but the mental image of him opening the front door to find Jimin there, sitting on the couch, waiting for him like some dog left in a cage, is too awkward for Jimin to handle. Therefore, he has settled for waiting to hear the tale-tell sound of the keypad to announce his arrival, and then he’ll decide how to proceed.
He is overthinking every breath he takes, trying to decipher if this is another conjure of his sleeping brain. While he lies on his side, thoughtlessly rubbing his thighs together, he realizes he had completely shaved during his bath. He lets out an audible gasp, sitting up on the bed like he’s been electrocuted. The thing is, it’s become a habit for Jimin to shave before doing anything with a guy, not because he thinks he has to, he simply enjoys feeling smooth everywhere. Sue him. This time, however, he hadn’t meant to do that, working mostly on autopilot. He doesn’t want Jeongguk to think he shaved for him. It makes it all seem more real, like Jimin is putting more effort into it than he should. He’s not supposed to want to look pretty for Jeongguk, right? This is just his best friend doing him a friendly, platonic favor. And yes, it might involve sticking his cock inside of him, but that’s neither here nor there.
Jimin falls back on the bed, a gruff sound leaving his mouth when his head hits the pillows. There’s no way for him to will his hair to grow back in twenty minutes, anyway. All that there’s left for him to do is hope and pray Jeongguk won’t comment on it. He cannot handle their habitual teasing today, Jimin’s too on edge for it.
He has no idea how he manages to do it, but the nerves seem to take a toll on him because, at some point between screaming into a pillow and waiting for the alarm clock on his nightstand to strike seven, he dosses off. The next thing he knows is a pair of big, gentle hands shaking him awake.
“Hyung,” Jeongguk whispers, trying not to startle him. Jimin has to blink a couple of times to adapt to the light coming from his bedside lamp. “Just wanted to let you know I’m home,” he says, brushing some strands of Jimin’s blonde hair away from his eyes. “Get some rest, there’s takeout in the microwave if you get hungry,” he says, about to step away from Jimin’s bed. That is when Jimin’s brain finally catches up with what he’s hearing, scrambling to sit up and grab Jeongguk’s wrist before he manages to get too far.
“Wait,” he says briskly, blushing all the way down his neck when the younger turns around to look at him, carefully studying his expression. “Did you—” he clears his throat, slowly letting go of Jeongguk’s arm now that he knows he’s not leaving the room, “did you change your mind?” he shily wonders, making an unhuman effort to hold eye contact.
He wouldn’t hold it against him if he had. Jeongguk might have used his time away from him to properly think things through and that’s perfectly fine with Jimin, really. Now, he just has to figure out how to get a Visa since he’s moving to Canada in the morning.
“Of course not, baby,” Jeongguk tenderly reassures him, the pet name falling from his lips with inexplicable ease. Jimin would usually reprimand him, reminding him who’s the hyung in their friendship. But this is the second time he’s heard it in a matter of hours, and he ends up malfunctioning every time. He wouldn’t mind Jeongguk calling him that more often. Jimin’s bed dips when the younger sits down next to him, on the edge of the mattress. “I assumed you were tired. You looked so peaceful, I didn’t want to disturb your sleep,” he explains. Jimin notices he’s not wearing his outside clothes anymore. He probably took the time to freshen up and eat something before coming to Jimin’s room. How long was he asleep for, anyway? “But I knew you’d kick my ass if I didn’t tell you I got home safely,” Jeongguk chuckles, and Jimin has to give him that one. He cannot sleep through the night if he’s not sure Jeongguk is safe and sound, wherever he is. He is his little donsaeng, okay? You can’t judge him
Except you can, because less than three hours ago he asked that same donsaeng to fuck his brains out. He should be ashamed of himself.
“I’m awake now,” Jimin muses, planting his feet on the bed so he can hug his knees closer to his chest.
“I can see that,” Jeongguk says with a small smile on his lips, his eyes roaming up and down the length of Jimin’s body. He feels like the younger is trying to x-ray his legs, with how long he spends ogling them. Until he looks up, and there’s a light pull to his eyebrows while his brain seems to put two and two together. “Nice shirt,” he comments, his gaze settling on Jimin’s face once again. The older doesn’t miss the glint in his eyes when he says it.
“Oh, this old thing?” Jimin deadpans, not even trying to hide the fact that he chose it for a reason. Jeongguk snorts, signaling for Jimin to cross his legs to give him more room to comfortably sit in front of him.
“You don’t wanna reschedule, then?” Jeongguk asks, folding his legs under his body. Jimin allows himself to take him in. He looks so beautiful under the dim lights, it makes Jimin a little breathless. His short dark hair is fluffy from the unforgiving Fall wind, and his bare face gleams, his features a perfect balance between sharp and delicate. They’re masculine with a touch of child-like softness here and there; like in the roundness of his wide starry eyes, and the soft slope of his nose, which he has grown into throughout the years they’ve known each other. Jeongguk truly is the most attractive man Jimin has ever seen. He doesn’t understand why it’s taken him so long to realize that.
“If you haven’t changed your mind, then no,” Jimin shakes his head, letting out a long breath, “I don’t.”
“Okay, then,” Jeongguk nods slowly. Jimin envies his ability to stay so calm when they’re discussing having sex right now. Or, well, in the upcoming hours, at least. “First,” he resumes talking, “we need to get some things out of the way.”
“Shoot,” Jimin says. For someone who used to accuse him of being a professional yapper, Jeongguk’s idea of foreplay seems to be long, dragged-out conversations. Deep down, though, Jimin is unbelievably thankful for it. The younger is keen on making sure nothing’s left undisclosed, and Jimin doesn’t know what he’d do without the safety net that Jeongguk is providing for him.
“Have you used safe words before?” Jeongguk questions, tilting his head curiously.
“Safe words?” Jimin parrots back, taken aback. “Like stop ?” He has never needed more than that, before. What is Jeongguk planning on doing tonight?
“I was thinking more like the traffic lights system,” he patiently explains. Jeongguk holds up three fingers to go through each of them, “red to stop, yellow to slow down, and green to keep going,” he lets his arm drop again, looking at Jimin expectantly.
“Isn't that a little much?” Jimin swallows, dumbfounded by the prospect of needing them in the first place. “Can't I just say stop or don't stop, ” he licks his lips. It’s not like he’s particularly against them, he’s more confused than anything else.
“You could, but—,” Jeongguk scratches the nape of his neck, pausing as a hint of red starts coloring the tips of his ears. Jimin is astonished by the fact that whatever his best friend is about to say is compromising enough to make him blush. “I know from personal experience that you might at some point tell me to stop without actually meaning it. It can happen as a result of feeling too many things at once,” he clarifies, and Jimin senses the blood rushing to his cheeks, mirroring Jeongguk’s flushed complexion, “even if you're enjoying it.”
“I—I understand,” Jimin nods slowly. It makes sense, and he lacks the experience to refute it, anyway, so he’s not going to try. “We can use that system, Ggukie.”
“Good,” Jeongguk says, and suddenly his expression becomes more serious, “I also need you to promise me you won't hesitate to use it, okay? We’re not going to do anything too intense this time,” Jimin tries not to react to Jeongguk implying there will be a second time. He's not ready to unpack all of that, just yet. “But if you ever need to slow down or stop completely, let me know immediately,” he looks at him pointedly, like he’s trying to get every word through Jimin. “I won't get mad and I will stop as soon as you tell me to,” he assures him, but Jimin would never dare to doubt Jeongguk like that.
“I promise,” Jimin speaks softly, nodding again. “I trust you,” he says, because it’s the truth.
“And I'm honored you do, but this is about you, and your comfort is my biggest priority,” Jeongguk insists. If Jimin didn’t know better, he’d think Jeongguk wants to make him beg for it, with all the time he’s taking, the pent-up tension in Jimin’s belly growing exponentially.
“You're really good at this,” Jimin acknowledges, “do you go through this with all of your hookups?” The words taste bitter in his mouth, which is new. He’s never cared much about Jeongguk’s sexual life, as long as he seems happy with it. Tonight, thinking about Jeongguk’s previous hookups makes a deep discomfort settle in his gut. Jimin has to push himself not to wonder if he should be worried. If Jeongguk would be comparing him to his previous partners.
“You're not just another hookup, hyung,” he clicks his tongue, his tone not leaving room for Jimin to doubt him, “but the answer is yes, I do. Maybe not as in-depth as right now, but consent is very important to me,” Jeongguk admits, and Jimin knows he shouldn’t find the statement as hot as he does.
“You're amazing, Jeongguk,” he sighs, sounding too much like a smitten boy with a crush for his liking.
“I'm doing the bare minimum, Jimin-hyung,” he frowns a little, as if Jimin had complimented him for knowing how to tie his shoes. Then his expression softens, and Jimin can feel the joke coming before Jeongguk even opens his mouth again, “and you don't need to flatter me, you'll get me naked anyway,” he winks.
“Yah!” Jimin half-whines, half-groans. “I'm starting to think you enjoy making me flustered,” he mumbles, crossing his arms over his chest. He doesn’t need the mental image right now. Not if he doesn’t want his underwear to get tight before they get to touch each other.
They’re going to touch each other tonight. Jimin can’t help but shudder at the thought. He’s never felt this thrilled by the idea of physical contact before.
“Oh, absolutely I do,” Jeongguk smiles wickedly. Jimin wants to wipe it off his face, maybe with his own mouth. “Which brings me to another important topic,” Jeongguk clears his throat, his ability to switch back and forth between playful and dead-serious is enough to give Jimin whiplash. “What do you like and dislike?”
“You mean like kinks and stuff?” Jimin realizes he’s been holding his breath, having to fight through his self-consciousness.
“Not necessarily,” Jeongguk shakes his head, shifting on the bed so he can lean on one of his hands, perched on the mattress. “I wasn't planning on suspending you from the ceiling or anything, unless you're into that stuff,” he snickers and Jimin’s jaw drops to the ground, but he hurries to get it up again. How does Jeongguk even know about stuff like that!? “But it would help if I knew some of the things you enjoy the most, and if you have any hard limits,” he says.
“I've never tried anything too kinky, to be honest, so I'm not sure about that but—,” Jimin says timidly, “I kind of like being talked through it?” It sounds like a question, but it is one of the few things Jimin is sure about. “At least I think so, 'cause the guys I've been with usually forget about it after five minutes,” he averts his gaze as he carries on talking, “I also hate it when they are mean, I'm not into being degraded or anything like that,” he hesitates, eyes focused on the fabric of Jeongguk’s gray sweatpants, “quite the opposite of it,” he looks up as he speaks, meeting Jeongguk’s eyes. What he finds in them has knots twisting in his belly.
“You want me to tell you what a good boy you're being?” His voice sounds huskier and Jimin swears his blood pressure drops concerningly. If the last thing he hears before leaving this world is Jeongguk’s sharp tongue forming the words good boy at him, then so be it. “How good you’re taking it?” He leans forward, seemingly unaware of his body’s movements. Jimin wants to simultaneously push him away and pull him closer. He wants to run and stay glued to Jeongguk forever.
“Yeah,” he breathes shakily, squirming in his place. “Is that okay?”
“More than okay, baby,” Jeongguk purrs, “anything else?”
“Not that I can think of right now,” he shakes his head, playing with the hem of his—Jeongguk’s—shirt to ground himself. He knows there’s other stuff he, at least in theory, likes during sex, but his mind is blank at the moment. He’s still replaying Jeongguk’s praise like a brocken record.
“I’m sure we’ll figure out the rest as we go,” Jeongguk claims, patting Jimin’s knee more out of habit than anything else. He seems to realize the skin-to-skin contact is smoother than usual at the same time Jimin does, because his gaze quickly drops to Jimin’s bare legs. He silently caresses the spot for a mere instant while Jimin chews on his bottom lip, wondering if he’s going to comment on it like he predicted he would. Fortunately for the older, he pulls his hand away without saying a word. He simply stares at Jimin, waiting for him to speak.
“Shouldn’t—shouldn’t I know what you like, too?” Jimin sputters, although still burning from the touch. “You’re doing me a huge favor. I want you to feel good, too,” he almost whispers. He doubts he can offer Jeongguk a great time, but he can at least try.
“Don’t want you to see this as a favor, hyung,” the younger expresses, voice sincere. “You’re a gorgeous man who wants me to fuck him, if anything you are doing me a favor,” he says, making Jimin choke on his spit. He doesn’t understand how Jeongguk could possibly interpret this situation that way. Jimin tries not to internally address the fact that his best friend just called him gorgeous. Sure, Jeongguk has complimented him before, saying things like you’re so cool, hyung or that looks cute on you, hyung, but never like this. He doesn’t know what to make of it. “And don’t worry about me, if you enjoy it then I’ll enjoy it,” Jeongguk guarantees. Jimin is a little jealous at how sure he sounds. He wishes he could be as relaxed as him.
“O—Okay,” Jimin licks his lips and decides they’ve done enough talking. If they don’t get to it soon, he’ll end up talking himself out of it, even if not a single cell in his body wants to stop this from happening. He just gets in his head like that, sometimes, “how do we do this?”
“We can just—“ Jeongguk’s sentence falls to silence when he spots Jimin’s arms, awkwardly folded over his thighs. His eyes have softened when he looks up at him again, “Jimin, your hands are shaking,” he says tentatively. Jimin has no idea what he’s talking about.
“No, they’re not—,” he blurts out, directing his attention to his trembling fingers. He can’t believe his eyes, instinctively closing his fists to will them to stop, “ oh, wow, they are,” he mumbles, baffled by his body’s reaction.
“Baby, I need you to relax,” Jeongguk soothes, gingerly taking Jimin’s hands into his. He rubs small circles over his wrists with his thumb, and Jimin marbles at the way Jeongguk’s hands engulf his own completely. It’s almost enough of a distraction to cause his tremors to stop.
“I’m sorry, I’ve never—,” he gulps, only then acknowledging he had been thinking about Jeongguk’s words, earlier in the kitchen. The younger said he wanted him to touch himself first, to see if he could get a decent orgasm from it. It had seemed like a reasonable thing to do, at the time. It’s exclusively nerve-wracking, right now. “Never done it in front of anyone, especially not a friend,” he continues, still staring at their joined hands, “I’m scared I’ll make a fool of myself,” Jimin confesses.
“There’s nothing you could do that would make me think that,” Jeongguk starts massaging each of his fingers and Jimin is touched by the tender gesture. He doesn’t know how, but it manages to ease his nerves, if only a bit, “we’ll take it as slowly as you need,” he promises.
“Okay,” Jimin sighs, attempting to steady his breathing. “Thank you”
“Now take a deep breath for me,” he instructs, inhaling deeply to guide the older through it. Jimin follows suit, coaxing his lungs to fill up with air before slowly letting go of it, “that’s it,” Jeongguk encourages him to do it a couple more times, mirroring Jimin’s deep breath intake until he figures the hands trapped in his have stopped shaking. “Are you still sure you want to do this now, or at all?” He asks for good measure.
“Yes!” Jimin utters immediately, blushing at his eagerness. “Yes, I want this,” he confirms more calmly, gifting Jeongguk a shy smile.
“Alright,” he smiles back, gently lowering their intertwined hands over Jimin’s knees, without letting go of them. “What’d you like to do first?” He cocks his head, waiting for Jimin’s instructions.
“I’m not sure,” Jimin grants, once again feeling lost. When an idea pops into his head after a second, he struggles to suggest it out loud. “Could we just—can you kiss me?” He asks, bracing himself for rejection, even if he knows that would go against everything Jeongguk has said, so far.
“I thought you’d never ask,” Jeongguk smiles softly, leaning forward to cup his cheek, finally letting go of Jimin’s hands. A shuddering breath he didn’t know he was holding leaves Jimin’s lips at the contact. The warm pad of Jeongguk’s thumb caresses his cheekbone and Jimin’s eyes flutter closed. “Do you want to lie down or would you prefer getting on my lap, hm? Which sounds more comfortable?” Jeongguk asks, looking at Jimin with his pretty Bambi eyes. Jimin is in no position to make choices right now, but there’s something familiar about Jeongguk’s lap. It’s something they’ve done plenty of times before, whether it’s for lack of room on a crowded couch or as a consequence of their tickle-fights that always render them in awkward positions. And besides, lying down with Jeongguk on top of him is something Jimin will need a bit more warming up to. So he pushes through the tension making his whole body feel rigid, and makes his preference known.
“Lap?” It sounds more like a question than he intended. But Jeongguk gets the message because he moves around the bed until his back is comfortably resting against the headboard, and simply extends his legs, patting his thighs in invitation.
“Hop on,” he says, looking at Jimin expectantly.
Jimin feels somewhat ridiculous as he crawls over the bed to get to his lap. He throws a leg over Jeongguk’s thighs, trying not to touch anything else in the process, which turns out to be a big mistake. Agile hands fly to grip his waist when he almost topples over, being stopped just in time before he smacks his head against Jeongguk’s. He holds onto one of the bars in the headboard to stabilize himself and proceeds to lower his weight until he’s properly sitting on Jeongguk’s strong legs. He makes sure to sit as far away from the younger’s crotch as possible.
“Haven’t even kissed you, yet, and you’re already fainting on me?” Jeongguk teases. Jimin swats at his chest, hiding his face in the crook of Jeongguk’s shoulder.
“It’s not funny,” Jimin grumbles, feeling his body shake with the vibration of Jeongguk’s deep laughter.
“It is a tiny bit funny, hyung,” Jeongguk argues, tightening his hold on both sides of Jimin’s body and urging him to sit back up. “I can’t kiss you if you don’t let me see your face,” he says, caressing Jimin’s left side, which he assumes is meant to soothe him. On the contrary, Jimin’s skin blooms with goosebumps under his shirt, and he can’t believe he has survived eight years of friendship, because it feels as if Jeongguk had never touched him before.
“What if I retire from sex entirely and move to the mountains,” Jimin mumbles against Jeongguk’s sharp clavicle.
“Then I’ll help you pack,” Jeongguk goes along, completely pulling his hands away. Jimin finds himself immediately missing the touch, “but you'll have to let me visit you at least once a week,” he adds, evoking a loud snort from Jimin, who finally sits up straight. When he comes face to face with Jeongguk, who greets him with a bunny smile, his stomach does that funny thing it only does around the younger.
“You’re so clingy,” Jimin swats at him once more, without much force behind it. “You can’t live without me,” he jokes. He expects Jeongguk to double down on the joke, or totally deny it. Leave it to Jeongguk to choose the right words to make Jimin’s heart jump inside his chest.
“Of course I can’t,” Jeongguk frowns, “you’re the bestest best hyung ever,” he says, the fakest pout Jimin has ever seen taking over his bottom lip.
“Ugh, I forgot what a sweet talker you are,” Jimin rolls his eyes, absentmindedly playing with the excess fabric at the front of Jeongguk’s long-sleeve shirt.
“At least you’re more relaxed, now,” he smiles, cocking his head to the side. “Still up for it? I have Ironman 3 on DVD now,” he wiggles his eyebrows, but he’s only half kidding. Jimin knows he would drop everything to go watch that movie for the thirtieth time.
“No, I think I’m okay,” he sighs, slowly raising his trembling hands to Jeongguk's shoulders. The younger’s eyes drop to Jimin’s plump lips and he instinctively wets them, dragging the slick muscle over the pink flesh. There’s a lump in Jimin’s throat that he has to work around before speaking up again, “if I turn out to be a terrible kisser, you're not allowed to tell me,” he says. Jeongguk’s grip on his waist returns after that, his hands not daring to roam around Jimin’s back like he secretly wishes they would.
“You're not a terrible kisser, hyung,” Jeongguk clicks his tongue, softly pulling Jimin closer until their chests are almost touching. “You can't be, with lips like that,” his eyelids look heavy when he says it, dropping to Jimin's pink mouth again. Jimin feels Jeongguk’s breath fan against his face and the room suddenly starts spinning around him.
Jimin lets out a muted huh? At the choice of words, brows knitted together when he speaks. “What's that supposed to—,” his words die against Jeongguk’s lips when he pulls him into a kiss. It’s chaste, a barely-there press of lips. Jimin remains frozen for the first couple of seconds, and Jeongguk doesn’t push him. He leaves a peck on the corner of his mouth, and then another, before pulling away. Jimin’s every nerve-ending comes alive at once, the adrenaline pumping through his veins as if he were being chased by a beast, and that’s when it clicks. Jeongguk’s lips part, about to speak up again, but Jimin doesn’t let him. He wraps his arms around the younger’s neck like his life depends on it, and then he kisses him back like he’s never kissed anyone before. His plump lips latch onto Jeongguk’s lower one, sucking it into his mouth and pulling on it before letting it go, only to repeat the process.
Jeongguk has never been one to back down from a challenge, and Jimin is glad that’s the case, because two big hands splay across his lower back, pulling him flush against his chest. Jeongguk slightly tilts his head and dives in, their noses brushing in the process. He nips on Jimin’s upper lip until he hears him keen from the back of his throat and takes the opportunity to trace the pillowy flesh with the tip of his tongue to coax his mouth open. Jimin grants him entrance by parting his lips, swirling his tongue around Jeongguk’s, and getting to taste the younger’s minty breath. He runs his fingers through the hair on Jeongguk’s nape and pulls on it, gauging the younger’s reaction. Jimin pats himself on the back when he hears him groan against his mouth, deepening the kiss after that. It’s heated and messy, and Jimin can’t get enough. He shifts his hips closer until he’s fully seated on top of Jeongguk’s crotch, mewling when he feels the growing erection pressing right against his ass. It feels big, and Jeongguk isn't even half-hard, yet. Jimin breaks away from the liplock, breathing Jeongguk’s air as he pants heavily, trying to find the words.
“You can touch me,” he husks, floored at the sound of his own voice. Jeongguk’s warm hands haven’t moved from his back, and he feels weird being the only one who seems incapable of keeping his hands to himself. He alternates between caressing and groping Jeongguk’s strong arms, and scraping his blunt nails over his scalp when he holds onto his hair. The younger doesn’t answer, instead, he resumes their kissing, sliding his palms down until they’re holding Jimin’s hips with a bruising grip. Jimin catches on to what the younger is trying to do and decides to cooperate, tentatively rolling his hips on top of him. Jeongguk licks into his mouth without a hint of decorum and their teeth click together, the slick sounds echoing in the room. One of Jeongguk’s hands abandons his hips to hike up his shirt, his fingertips ghosting over his spine as if trying to test Jimin’s level of comfort with the skin-to-skin contact. The older whines wantonly, sucking on Jeongguk’s tongue and rutting his hips until Jeongguk’s cock is settled between his cheeks and his own growing length is brushing the planes of Jeongguk’s abdomen. The friction is nowhere near enough, but he’s too amazed by the fact that he’s already tenting his shorts to focus on that. He never gets this affected by plain making out. His body feels foreign, acting on nothing but instinct and an increasing need for more. Whatever Jeongguk is willing to give him, he’ll gladly take it.
It doesn’t take long before the kiss starts turning sloppy, a trail of spit accumulating at the seams of Jimin’s mouth. He doesn’t want to stop, though, not even when his lungs burn from the lack of oxygen. Jeongguk caresses one of his thighs, his left hand holding his waist under his oversized t-shirt, and Jimin just wants, wants, wants. He’s not sure what would be enough, all he knows is that whatever this feeling is, he’s going to chase it until the end.
“Jimin,” Jeongguk speaks between shorter, tamer pecks. Jimin refuses to let go of his lips, absentmindedly humming in acknowledgment. It isn’t until Jeongguk’s deep chuckle reverberates through his body that he opens his eyes again.
“What?” Jimin mumbles, eyelids fluttering when Jeongguks starts littering kisses over his cheek until he reaches the shell of his ear. Jimin’s entire body feels like he’s being rocked by waves in the ocean, feeling weightless.
“You’re humping me, baby,” Jeongguk says, his warm breath tickling Jimin’s neck as his lips continue to mouth over it. The older’s eyes fly open when it registers what he’s doing. His hips come to a halt and his hands leave Jeongguk’s body to cover his own face with them, groaning embarrassingly. He’s acting like a dog in heat after a mild make-out session.
“I’m sorry,” he squeaks, peeking at Jeongguk through his fingers. The younger doesn’t look bothered by it. On the contrary, he’s biting his lower lip like he’s amused by his roommate's shameless display of arousal.
“Do not apologize for enjoying yourself,” he scolds him without any bite to his words. Jeongguk wraps his long fingers around Jimin’s wrists and makes him uncover his face. Jimin wonders if his pupils have grown as wide as Jeongguk’s when he stares into his almost pitch-black orbs. “I was gonna say you can start touching yourself whenever you want,” he pushes Jimin’s fringe away from his forehead, leaning forward to peck his lips again. Jeongguk’s hair sticks out in multiple directions, messy due to Jimin’s persistent pulling on it. His lips are swollen and slick with spit, and Jimin doesn’t recall ever seeing someone look this enticing. He could eat Jeongguk whole. “Don’t hold back because of me,” he adds, switching to the right side of Jimin’s body and littering the column of his neck with open-mouthed kisses.
“I don’t know how this happened,” Jimin whines, tilting his head to expose his neck further. Jeongguk seems pleased by the action because his hands grab Jimin’s meaty thighs and urge him closer, involuntarily bucking his hips up. “I’m not usually like this. I don't just get hard, you know?” He admits breathly.
“You’re fueling my ego a little bit,” Jeongguk groans against his skin, capturing it into his lips in a way that has Jimin keening, knowing it’ll leave a mark. They never discussed this, but the older has a weak spot for being marked up. He likes being able to look at them in the mirror in the morning and remember everything that happened the night before. Granted, the events aren’t usually worth remembering, but that’s beside the point.
Jeongguk takes him by surprise when he guides one of Jimin’s hands between the older’s legs, forcing his palm to press down against his shorts so Jimin can grind into it. Jimin moans at the new added pressure, moving his head blindly until he manages to capture Jeongguk’s lips again, grumbling into his mouth when he wraps his stocky fingers around the length through the flimsy fabric of his pajamas. He needs more, but he doesn’t dare stick his hand inside his underwear while straddling Jeongguk, so the friction created by his stretchy boxers will have to suffice. Except it doesn’t, because less than two minutes later Jimin starts mumbling petulantly between heated kisses. “Want more, please, ” he complains, using his free hand to cup the back of Jeongguk’s neck, holding him close. “Touch me,” he sighs. To his dismay, the younger breaks the kiss after that.
“I’m not gonna touch you until you make yourself come, baby,” he says hoarsely, evidently using all of his self-restraint not to fulfill Jimin’s wishes. “That was our deal, remember?” He grabs Jimin’s chin between two fingers so the older wouldn’t be able to avoid eye contact.
“S’embarrasing,” Jimin rasps. Jeongguk’s hold on his face feels grounding, though, even if he’d rather hide away from those piercing eyes. “I always do it on my back, anyway,” he explains reluctantly, knowing exactly what the younger is going to suggest next. Jeongguk’s thumb traces his bottom lip, and slightly tugs on it before letting it bounce back into place. Jimin doesn’t think, he just sticks his tongue out and flicks it over the digit, meeting Jeongguk’s eyes while he does it. He catches the way his jaw clenches, Jeongguk’s tongue pocking at the inside of his cheek. It sends a thrill through Jimin’s body, all the way down to his cock, twitching until he feels a wet patch forming on the fabric.
He’s already leaking pre-cum and he hasn’t even gotten it out of his boxers. There’s no logical explanation behind the way both his body and his brain react to Jeongguk’s every move.
“We can both lie down, if you want,” Jeongguk cups his cheek and Jimin has to fight the urge to nuzzle into his palm like a kitten. “I’ll talk you through it. How’s that sound, pretty?” He asks, hitting Jimin with yet another pet name. He has no idea if Jeongguk means them or not, but a pile of goo, which Jimin suspects used to be his slowly melting heart, is forming in his stomach every time he graces him with a loving word.
“Okay,” he gulps, going along with Jeongguk’s calculated movements. He lays Jimin on his bed with the utmost care, as if he could break, making sure his head is comfortably resting on the pillows. Then, he moves on his knees until he’s slotted himself between Jimin’s parted legs. Jimin can barely handle seeing him there, looking down at him. Jeongguk tenderly caresses his thigh while he sits back on his heels, clearing his throat before speaking.
“Do you want to take these off,” he taps over the hem of his shorts, and Jimin’s cock reacts immediately, trying to jump out of its confinement. Jimin is one breath away from soiling his underwear like a schoolboy. It’s new and annoying and so, so exciting. “Or should we keep them on, for now?” He talks in plural as if Jimin’s little issue was equally both of their problem. Jimin wants to point out that there’s a bigger issue going on inside Jeongguk’s sweatpants, judging by the evident imprint on the gray fabric. He doesn’t mention it, though. There’s time for that later.
“Want them off, please,” he says, having to grab fistfuls of his t-shirt to stop his hands from trembling again.
“You’re so polite all of a sudden,” Jeongguk shows him a sly smirk, and Jimin takes a minute to understand what he means. It dawns on him that he has been dropping please's like it’s his duty. His ears get warm and he squirms a little under Jeongguk’s gaze. He’s not above begging, it seems. “D’you want me to take them off for you?”
“Yes, ple—,” Jimin cuts himself short, catching Jeongguk’s amused raise of eyebrows. “Yes, and my underwear, too,” he tries to sound decisive, but it comes out a little high-pitched.
“Lift your hips for me,” he orders, hooking his thumbs on the waistbands of both pieces of clothing. As soon as he starts sliding them down his legs, Jimin’s cock springs free, hitting his lower abdomen where his shirt has ridden up. It’s pulsing with blood and dripping from the tip, a deep shade of pink contrasting with his pale skin. He knows he’s below average, which he’s never truly minded, all things considered, but he can’t help it when his hands rush down to cover himself. Jeongguk’s staring at his arousal like it's the most interesting thing he's ever seen. He finishes taking Jimin’s shorts off without saying a word, and Jimin can’t stand it any longer.
“You’re staring,” he whines, keeping his hands over his cock without actually touching it. He’s afraid he’ll burst as soon as he does.
“Such a pretty cock,” Jeongguk almost growls, unconsciously digging his fingers into Jimin’s calf. “It’s so cute and small, just like you.”
“Jeongguk!” Jimin protests, folding his legs closer to his chest so he can hide himself better. “You can't say that!”
“Why not?” He gently pulls on one of Jimin’s legs until both of them drop by his sides. Jimin doesn’t take his hands away, though. “You’re beautiful everywhere, baby. I’m sure you’ve heard it before,” he finally looks back at Jimin’s face, massaging the spot where his fingers left red spots.
“Haven’t,” Jimin grumbles, turning his face to the side. He doesn’t want the younger to see how much his words affect him. Of course, Jimin knows he’s at least not ugly. But he hasn’t received enough compliments to believe he’s as stunning as Jeongguk’s making him feel tonight, not only with words but also with the way his eyes can’t seem to get enough of scanning Jimin’s body like he's trying to commit every detail to memory. It feels disarming, and he doesn’t know what to do about it.
“You’ve really only dated assholes, huh?” Jeongguk muses, more to himself than anything else. “I’m going to lie beside you and then you’re gonna uncover yourself, okay?” Jeongguk asks pointedly, not leaving room for Jimin to argue, so he simply nods slowly.
Once Jeongguk is next to him, lying on his right side so he can stare at Jimin’s profile, the older moves his hands away. His flushed cock twitches weakly, a steady stream of pre-cum drooling under his naval. He doesn’t realize he’s wrapped his fist around it until Jeongguk hums in approval, his breath fanning against his cheek.
“There you go,” he purrs, and Jimin moans deeply, uncertain if it’s the loose grip around his cock or the sound of Jeongguk’s voice making his skin burst into goosebumps. “How’s that feel? Tell me, beautiful,” he plants a kiss on Jimin’s shoulder and somehow the action feels more intimate than anything they’ve done so far. Jimin mewls incoherently, tightening his grip around the base.
“Good,” he says through his exhale, but then shakes his head, craning his neck to look at Jeongguk, “not enough,” he cries.
“How do you usually do it, hm? Show me,” Jeongguk continues his path of kisses, nuzzling into his neck until Jimin gets the hint and gives him more access. Jeongguk nibbles at the skin momentarily before pulling away, perching his head on his hand to stare at Jimin’s working hand. The older wants to complain, needing Jeongguk’s skilled mouth on him, but he’s too distracted by the slide of his own fingers.
“I just do thi—this,” he stutters, grateful for the amount of pre-cum easing the strokes of his palm. “It’s never this g—good, though,” he sobs brokenly, “feels so good,” he looks at Jeongguk in desperation, needing an extra push to reach his climax. “Need more, please,” he’s not sure what he’s pleading for, whether it’s for Jeongguk’s bigger, stronger hand or his slick mouth. The younger is nowhere near fucking him, yet, and Jimin’s already on the verge of losing his mind.
“You sound so good,” Jeongguk says, his voice a whole octave lower than normal. “Flick your wrist over the tip—just like that,” he praises, egging him on. “Rub your thumb over the slit for me,” he adds, eyes laser-focused on Jimin’s hand. Jimin tries it and the moan that escapes his throat is so lewd he struggles to believe it came from him. “Keep doing that, baby.” Jeongguk’s erection is inches away from brushing against Jimin's bare thigh, and the sight of it has Jimin choking on a moan, his hand speeding up.
“Kiss me,” he croaks out, squeezing his eyes shut at a particularly good flick of his wrist. He’s dripping so much by now that the obscene wet sounds fill the room.
“Kiss you where, Jimin?” Jeongguk’s smug smile is evident in his voice, even if Jimin can’t find the strength to turn his face in his direction.
“Anywhere,” he pants, wetting his drying lips, “Everywhere.”
Jeongguk kisses him hungrily, swallowing each of Jimin’s mewls of pleasure. One of his hands sneaks under his shirt and he splays his palm over his lower belly. It nearly covers it completely, and something animalistic awakens inside of Jimin at the realization. Jeongguk is so big everywhere, it drives Jimin crazy. It always has. Too busy bucking his hips up to fuck into his fist, he doesn’t notice when Jeongguk starts hiking his shirt up, breaking the kiss when he’s pushed it halfway up his chest. “Is this okay?” He asks, as if Jimin would say no to anything, right now. If Jeongguk suggested hanging him from the ceiling again, seriously this time, Jimin wouldn’t think twice.
“Y—Yeah,” Jimin mumbles, shivering when the cold air hits his hardened nipples, the fabric bunched up under his armpits.
“You have such pretty nipples, too,” he says, lowering his head to leave a loud kiss between Jimin’s soft pecs. “I've always wanted to suck on ‘em,” he admits, like it’s no big deal at all. He looks up at Jimin with a ravenous glint in his eyes, “can I?” He asks. The high-pitched cry that leaves Jimin’s mouth is enough of an answer for him, because his lips latch onto one of Jimin’s brown buds, swirling his tongue around it a total of two times before the older’s hips become erratic, chasing his release.
“M’gonna come,” he chokes on a sob, focusing most of his attention on the head of his cock. His arm is cramping but he can’t stop, not now. Jeongguk hums against his chest, sucking on Jimin’s nipple like a starved man. He’s not touching him anywhere else, making Jimin more desperate. The older doesn’t know what gets into him when he lifts his free hand and harshly grips Jeongguk’s hair, getting a pleased groan in return. He pulls the younger off of his nipple, already too sensitive from the constant scraping of Jeongguk’s teeth, and guides him to the other, still unattended. Jeongguk goes willingly, flattening his tongue over the perky bud before trapping it inside his mouth. He gets to suckle on it once, and then Jimin’s loud moan startles him enough to let go of it with a loud pop. When he comes up to meet Jimin’s eyes, he looks a little confused, like he had gotten so into it that he’d managed to forget what they were really doing. “I came,” Jimin pants, blinking away the wetness clinging to his lashes. Jeongguk shifts in his spot to get a proper look at Jimin’s softening cock, as if to check for himself. The splutters of cum painting Jimin’s belly seem to be enough proof, so the younger slowly returns to his side. He holds himself up on his elbow to study Jimin’s face, trying to read his spent expression.
“How do you feel?” he speaks tenderly, waiting for Jimin to come down from his high and answer. Jimin’s body continues to shake with the aftershocks of his orgasm for over a minute, and all he can do is stare at the ceiling, trying to regulate his breathing. When he thinks he can muster the strength to form words, he turns his head in Jeongguk’s direction, slowly blinking up at him. Jeongguk is watching him attentively, his relaxed features making him look even younger under the warm lamplight.
“Like I just managed to squeeze my soul out of my dick,” he declares, not recognizing his hoarse voice. He feels like all of his energy has been drained from him, but also like he could fight a bear right this second.
“I gather that’s a good thing?” Jeongguk smiles toothily, looking like a bunny. Jimin would coo at him if he hadn’t just experienced the tip of the iceberg of what is Jeongguk’s bedroom persona. He barely even touched Jimin, yet he still succeeded at giving him the highest amount of pleasure he’s experienced in the last twenty-four years of his life. It’s pure witchcraft, so he gives him a slow nod, making the younger snort. “I’m not trying to doubt your claims, hyung,” he starts, catching Jimin’s full attention with the sudden bounce back into using honorifics. He won’t admit it out loud, but he’s already developed a liking for Jeongguk’s pet names, “but I’d say you had a pretty decent orgasm right there,” he lifts a dark brow, staring Jimin down.
“I have no idea what just happened,” Jimin gulps, knowing Jeongguk is right in questioning his supposed struggles. Jimin came so much and so quickly, you’d think he’s never had issues with it. The way his legs continue to spasm from time to time is a clear sign of how intense it was. “It’s never happened like that before,” he pushes himself up on his elbows, fixing one of the pillows behind him so he’s closer to a sitting position. Glancing down at his own exposed body, he’s reminded of his blatant nudity and the uncomfortable stickiness of the drying cum over him. Jeongguk seems to sense his discomfort, because he cups one of Jimin’s cheeks, redirecting his attention to him.
“Why don’t I go get something to clean you up with, and then we can talk about it, hm?” He cradles Jimin’s face, dropping his gaze to his mouth as if trying to decide whether he’s allowed to kiss him again or not, now that Jimin appears more clear-headed. Jimin wants to tell him it’s okay, that he wants it, too, but he gets interrupted before he can close the distance between them. “Or we can just cuddle for a while, you don’t have to talk.” Jimin wants to grab both of his shoulders and shake him because there’s no way he’s this good to him. It makes perfect sense, though, if he thinks about it. Of course, Jeongguk would be the most considerate lover. He’s the exact same way as a friend.
Something about what he’s saying, however, doesn’t sit right with Jimin, so he frowns a little.
“Cu—Cuddle?” He asks, slightly retreating into his shy, self-conscious demeanor. Jimin thought they had an agreement. “Don’t you want help with—,” he looks at Jeongguk’s crotch to signal what he’s talking about. Jeongguk’s eyes follow his line of vision, pursing his lips like he had forgotten about it.
“You don’t have to,” Jeongguk assures him, shifting his legs awkwardly. “I assumed you were done for today,” he says, meeting Jimin’s gaze.
The imprint of Jeongguk’s hard cock has been keeping Jimin on edge since the moment he first saw it, and he’s not going to miss out on the opportunity to see it in its full glory. It looks big to the point of being concerning because Jimin doesn’t need him to take his pants off to know he’s never taken anyone that huge. If there’s drool pooling under Jimin’s tongue, that’s just for him to know.
“I want it,” Jimin exclaims, eyes glued to the twitching spot under Jeongguk’s sweatpants. He might not have chosen his words wisely, because Jeongguk lets out a strangled sound in response. Jimin blushes to the tips of his ears as he realizes what his statement could be interpreted as. “Our original plan!” he squeaks, scrambling to sit up properly. He has to hold his shirt up when it threatens to fall over his cum-covered belly. “I want to follow our original plan,” he glances at Jeongguk who’s looking at him like he doesn’t quite buy it. “I did my part of the deal, didn’t I?” He wants to sound bold, so he can show Jeongguk he doesn’t need to tip-toe around him so much. Jimin might not have had great experiences in the past, but he’s not inexperienced. He’s not going to break. It does come out a little timid when he says it, and he might have to force himself not to look away, but that’s the best he can do for now.
“That you did,” he concedes. Jeongguk’s eyes turn darker like someone has flipped a switch inside of him. He wets his lips, one corner of his mouth turning up. Jimin has no idea how he does it, but it renders him breathless every time. “You did such a good job, baby,” he grasps Jimin’s chin a little harshly, the older’s mouth falling open in the process, “came so hard for me, too” he smiles, getting closer and closer to Jimin’s face until the tips of their noses are brushing together. “I guess you deserve my cock now, right?” He pecks the corner of Jimin’s mouth, smirking when the older whines in response, automatically chasing after his lips when he pulls back. “Since you did your part,” he says against the shell of Jimin’s ear, reveling in the way the older’s body shudders.
“Please,” Jimin keens, feeling his spent cock twitch back to life, interested. He has never wanted someone as much as he wants Jeongguk. The less rational side of his brain believes he’s going to die if he doesn’t make it happen. “Please, I was good,” he’s incoherent and cannot currently feel any shame. All he needs is Jeongguk, Jeongguk, Jeongguk. And Jeongguk’s cock, too.
“Ah, ah—,” Jeongguk tuts, tilting Jimin’s face up, “be patient for me, pretty,” he doesn’t let go of his chin until Jimin’s eyes manage to stay focused on his own, and then the older nods, showing he understands. Jeongguk puts a couple more inches between them, sensing Jimin’s mind has become too clouded with need. “I still need to get you clean, baby. It must be uncomfortable.”
“Tissues,” Jimin closes his eyes for a moment, trying to regain the ability to thread words together. “There are tissues in my nightstand,” he explains, breathing shallowly. “First drawer,” he tongues at the seam of his mouth before adding, “condoms and lube, too.” Jeongguk looks at him with amusement in his eyes and all the older can do is shrug weakly. He likes to be prepared, that’s all.
Jeongguk turns his body around to open the drawer and Jimin hears him moving stuff around to retrieve the desired items. He settles the box of tissues right between them and then places the half-empty bottle of lube and two condoms next to the lamp. Jimin catches the funny look Jeongguk gives the condoms and he wonders if the younger prefers a different brand. Jimin just buys the most standard ones he can find, without much thought behind his choice.
“What’s wrong with them?” Jimin quieres once Jeongguk gets to work, carefully cleaning as much of his already dried seed as he can. Jimin guesses a wet washcloth would be doing a far better job, but he’s going to need a shower, anyway, so why bother? “You don’t like those?” He worries at his bottom lip, unable to see the younger’s expression from this angle since he’s focused on the task at hand.
When Jeongguk lifts his head, crumbling the tissues in his hand and throwing them on the floor—hopefully intending to pick them up later, Jimin thinks—, he looks equal amounts smug and apprehensive. “I don’t think they’re gonna fit, baby,” he says sheepishly. Jimin’s gaze, almost on instinct, drops to Jeongguk’s erection for the nth time, mouth slightly agape.
“What?” Jimin croaks, incapable of wrapping his head around the fact. How big can a cock possibly be? “Aren’t they—,” he looks back at the younger, jaw still slack, “aren’t they one size fits all?” His eyes go back and forth from Jeongguk’s clothed length to his face, baffled.
“Generally speaking, yeah,” Jeongguk scratches his cheek, looking at Jimin through his lashes. Is he seriously embarrassed about—apparently—having a monster cock? Jimin is getting dizzy. “But I need to buy a bigger size or they don’t fit, and I don’t have any left. I’m sorry, baby, we’ll have to wait after all,” he looks physically pained to say it, and Jimin is not having it. His own smaller, pink cock is half-hard already, just from thinking about having that inside of him. The prospect of Jeongguk fucking him raw sends so much blood down south, he swears he gets lightheaded. Now that his abdomen is clean, he lets his shirt drop to try to hide his arousal, even if Jeongguk’s probably aware of it at this point.
“I’m clean,” Jimin blurts, making Jeongguk’s head twist so fast in his direction it must have given him whiplash. “I get tested often and I’ve never done it without protection, anyway,” he’s so far past trying to be subtle about it. He can’t even feel shame about basically encouraging Jeongguk to be the first guy to come inside of him. The more he toys with the idea, the more it becomes a necessity.
“I—hyung,” Jeongguk straight-up whines, eyebrows knitted together, “you can’t just tell me that. Are you sure?” He shakes his head, fighting himself to be the responsible one among the two of them. Jimin just wants him to let go and fuck him once and for all. “I’m clean, too, but fuck, baby,” he curses, more affected by it than Jimin would’ve guessed. “Are you sure?” He asks again. Jimin has had enough.
He cups Jeongguk’s nape with one hand and pulls him into a kiss, falling back on the bed with the younger on top of him. Jeongguk’s reflexes are fast enough to catch himself on time, before crushing Jimin under him. He holds himself up on his elbows, one on each side of Jimin’s torso. One of his legs is slotted between the older’s parted ones and the moment his hard-on accidentally grinds against Jimin’s thigh, he groans huskily, parting his lips. Jimin wastes no time, licking into Jeongguk’s warm mouth. He lets one of his hands slide down the planes of Jeongguk’s back until he reaches his lower back and presses down, shoving his hips down to keep rutting against him. Jeongguk doesn’t require much convincing and soon starts slowly rolling his hips, grunting into Jimin’s mouth. He breaks away from the kiss to latch onto Jimin’s neck, leaving new bruises next to the ones he painted there earlier that night. Jimin throws his head back when he starts nipping at a sensitive spot right under the juncture of his jaw. Jeongguk’s thigh between his legs brings the perfect amount of pressure to his drooling cock, trapped under his oversized shirt, so he bucks his hips up, chasing the feeling.
“Let me get this off,” Jeongguk rasps, giving his neck a break as he lifts himself with one hand, tugging at Jimin’s last piece of clothing with the other. Jimin doesn’t need to be told twice, he sits up, forcing Jeongguk to do the same, and pulls it off, throwing it across the bed. They’re both panting heavily and Jeongguk moves to sit on his heels, scanning Jimin’s body now that he can see him in his fully naked glory. He curses under his breath, making Jimin squirm. “Fuck, I can’t believe you look like this,” Jeongguk husks, running his fingers down the length of Jimin’s chest, awaking goosebumps in the process. “You’re gorgeous,” he looks him in the eye when he says it, hand stopping shy of Jimin’s cock. There’s not a hint of insincerity in his tone, but it’s still hard for Jimin to take the compliment. He doesn’t address it, instead, he fists Jeongguk’s shirt on his chest and pulls him closer.
“Why are you still dressed? Take it off,” he scowls petulantly, making Jeongguk chuckle, shocked by his sudden feistiness.
“Your wish is my command,” he chimes, a wolfy smirk on his lips. He makes quick work of getting rid of the garment, letting his arms drop by his sides once he throws it behind him. Jimin groans loudly, sounding more annoyed than anything else. Jeongguk gives him a funny look, completely lost after Jimin’s reaction. “What did I do now?” He wonders, resting a hand on each thigh. He’s still kneeling with one of Jimin’s legs underneath him, Jimin’s back resting on the pillows.
“You’re so hot, it’s infuriating,” Jimin grumbles, letting his eyes admire every line of muscle on the younger’s upper body. He lets one of his hands press over Jeongguk’s set of abs, marveling at how soft they feel under his fingers now that he’s not flexing them. His hand looks so small compared to Jeongguk’s broad body, he can't help but wonder what it would look like around his cock. “Take your pants off,” Jimin says, sliding his hand to Jeongguk’s right hip.
“That'll have to wait, baby,” Jeongguk clicks his tongue, moving until he's positioned between both of Jimin's legs. “I have to prep you, first,” he grabs a thigh in each hand and pushes them further apart, pulling Jimin down until only his head is perched on the pillows. Jimin’s cock twitches at being manhandled so easily. His legs rest over Jeongguk’s strong thighs, and the older shivers when his cold skin comes in contact with the warmth provided by Jeongguk’s sweatpants.
Jeongguk scoots back a little and reaches for one of Jimin’s extra pillows, placing it under his hips. The ease with which Jeongguk moves him around makes Jimin’s mouth dry. He had no idea he had a strength kink before today. He’s certainly learning a lot about himself with every minute that goes by. Jeongguk grabs the lube next, leaving it on the bed, next to where their bodies are connected.
“I need you to hold your legs up for me,” Jeongguk says, trying to push Jimin’s knees closer to his chest. Jimin stops him, though, lifting himself on his forearm. He’s not used to doing it like this, the position feeling too compromising. Jeongguk is going to get a close-up view of everything, and Jimin is used to guys preferring to see his ass, instead of his chest and face.
“Don’t—don’t you want me to turn around,” he asks, glancing up at Jeongguk.
“Why would I?” Jeongguk cocks his head, a small pout on his lips. “I want to see your pretty face when I fuck you, Jimin,” he says, his name sounding lewd on Jeongguk’s tongue. Jimin’s face becomes warm, and he doesn’t get why the younger would choose that. It feels too intimate. He doubts he will be able to handle seeing Jeongguk’s expression when he’s inside of him.
“Fine,” Jimin agrees somewhat reluctantly, lying back down and folding his legs in half, thankful for the flexibility that all his years as a dancer have gifted him.
Jeongguk grips the back of one of his thighs, pushing Jimin further until he decides he’s in the right position. His fingers trace a path down until they reach the beginning of one of his asscheeks and Jimin’s breath hitches, catching Jeongguk’s attention.
“Can I?” Jeongguk licks his lips, eyes switching between staring at Jimin’s flushed face and the spot between his legs, under his ignored cock.
“You don't need to keep asking me,” Jimin gulps, letting go of one of his thighs to grab his asscheek, pulling it to the side to expose his puckering hole to the cold air of the room. “I promise I’ll tell you if I want you to stop,” he says. Jeongguk’s jaw clenches at the sight, cursing under his breath. He can’t tear his eyes away.
He moves Jimin’s hand back to his thigh, harshly pulling on Jimin’s cheek to get a better view. He traces the rim with the tip of one finger and watches it clench around nothing. “You’re so small here, baby,” Jeongguk says with faux concern, “I don’t think it’s going to fit,” his eyes are full of mischief and something darker, more dangerous, when he looks at Jimin.
“It—it will, you just have to stretch me out, c'mon,” Jimin protests, the thin layer of sweat covering his smooth thighs making it harder to keep his grip.
“Who would’ve thought my hyung was so demanding,” Jeongguk hums, clearly entertained. He grabs the bottle of lube and squeezes a significant amount on his right hand, warming up the liquid between his long, elegant fingers before spreading his knees further apart, so he's sitting lower on his heels. His index lightly presses on Jimin's opening, putting enough pressure to breach the first ring of muscle. Jimin holds his breath, squeezing his eyes shut. It doesn’t feel like much, yet, but knowing it's Jeongguk who's sliding his finger inside of him has a lick of heat burning up his guts.
The younger is careful, pushing the digit inside slowly until his last knuckle meets Jimin's rim. He moves it around tentatively, attempting to stretch his walls without actually thrusting with it just yet. Jimin remains still, patiently waiting for Jeongguk to give him more. As soon as Jeongguk starts fucking his finger in and out of his hole, Jimin clenches around him, trying to keep it inside. Jeongguk continues to pick up the pace, looking for Jimin's prostate. He tries changing the angle the angle a couple of times, until he finds it. Jimin’s body shakes instantly, as if he’s being electrocuted. His toes curl and his mouth flies open, clenching so tight around Jeongguk, that the younger struggles to keep moving his finger.
“F–fuck, there! Right there, please," Jimin moans, throwing his head back. Jeongguk’s thrusts become relentless, hitting his sweet spot every time. Jimin’s fingers feel numb, and he almost drops one of his legs on the bed before Jeongguk catches it with his free hand, folding it back into place. Jeongguk takes his finger out completely, only to add another before Jimin even gets to complain about the sudden emptiness. The younger slows down then, his two digits representing a significant stretch for Jimin. He can’t hold back a deep groan at the thought of having Jimin’s tight heat wrapped around his thick cock. When his walls relax enough for Jeongguk to start sliding in and out again, scissoring them to stretch him further and ignoring Jimin’s prostate in the process, the older decides to move his hips down, trying to fuck himself back on Jeongguk’s fingers.
“Slow down, baby,” Jeongguk says, his fingers coming to a halt. “You’re too tight, I don’t wanna hurt you,” he tries to explain, but Jimin is not listening. He continues to roll his hips down, almost riding Jeongguk’s hand. Jeongguk curses under his breath, carefully resuming his thrusting and finding Jimin’s bundle of nerves immediately, massaging the pads of his fingers over it in every upstroke. Jimin is letting out high-pitched mewls of pleasure, his thin eyebrows knitted together. His neck and chest are shiny with sweat, and Jeongguk wishes he could savor the salty taste on his tongue.
“Ple–please, add another,” Jimin sobs, blinking rapidly to get rid of the tears accumulating on his lashes. He’s never cried during sex before, but the wetness on his cheeks is unmistakable—Jeongguk’s skilled fingers have brought him to tears. He doesn’t know what to do with himself. There’s white heat running through every vein in his body and his cock is so hard, dripping so much onto his belly, that it hurts. Jimin can hear the constant ah, ah, ah’s bouncing off the walls, but it takes a while for it to register that he is the one making those lewd noises. His eyes, although a little blurry, can’t look away from Jeongguk. The muscles on his right arm look strained when he picks up the pace, and there’s a dark furrow to his eyebrows, gaze glued to Jimin’s hole. It’s the hottest thing Jimin has ever seen. He cries wantonly, pulling his own thighs further apart to give the younger a better view.
“Fuck, you have no idea how hard your voice’s making me,” Jeongguk grunts, shoving in a third finger without giving Jimin much of a warning. “If only I’d known you could sound like this,” his chest is heaving, as if he was the one getting pushed over the edge, “I would've done this sooner,” he husks.
“Jeo–Jeongguk, you don’t mean that,” Jimin whines, his voice breaking into a moan at the end when Jeongguk holds the pressure over his prostate for a couple of seconds, without moving his hand an inch, “shit, do that again,” Jimin pants, pushing his hips back when the younger goes back to short, quick thrusts.
“Oh, but I do mean it,” Jeongguk says, meeting Jimin’s gaze. The older has never seen him look like this. He looks like he’s ready to swallow Jimin whole. “Prettiest little hole I’ve ever seen,” he praises, and Jimin can only gasp in response, “not as pretty as you, though,” he licks his lips, pressing into his prostate again until Jimin’s thighs begin to quiver. “You should see yourself right now, baby.”
“Want more, please,” Jimin has kept his mouth open for so long that there’s spit seeping out the corners of his lips. He’s not sure he can take any more, but he still wants it. “I think I’m gonna come,” he warns.
“C’mon, then. Come on my fingers,” Jeongguk commands, gripping the back of Jimin’s thigh for purchase, “make a mess.”
“I–I can’t, I need more,” Jimin croaks, feeling his erection bobbing around with every thrust. “Touch my cock, please,” he knows the smallest touch would be enough to make him burst.
“Ah, ah,” Jeongguk shakes his head, “you’re gonna come like this, with just my fingers,” he’s not giving Jimin a break, fucking into him with so much force, the younger fears his knuckles will leave a bruise every time they hit his rim.
“Right there, fuck, Jeongguk,” Jimin lets out a wet sob, digging his blunt nails into the skin of his legs, he’s so, so close. “Please, please, pl—please, don’t stop,” he chokes on his breath, feeling the muscles on his lower abdomen start to clench.
“I’m not going anywhere, sweetheart,” Jeongguk soothes, raising a brow at him, “can you take one more?”
“Yeah, but don’t—don’t stop.”
“Look how good you’re doing, that’s it, let go,” Jeongguk pushes a fourth finger in, his strokes becoming harder and merciless. Jimin feels fuller than he’s ever felt before, and the thought of this being nothing more than Jeongguk getting him ready for his cock, is what finally has him letting go.
“Oh my g—fuck, yes,” he almost screams, rope after rope of cum coating his naval. His legs kick out, falling from his grip with the incessant waves of pleasure that take over him. “Oh my god,” he whines when he realizes it’s not stopping. Jeongguk’s fingers are still pressing inside of him, milking his orgasm.
“Just like that, good boy,” Jeongguk growls, carefully removing his fingers when Jimin’s cock starts dripping the last drops of cum.
“Shit,” Jimin gulps, his chest heaving. His cock twitches again at Jeongguk’s words, a second, shorter wave of his climax hitting him, “shit, Jeongguk, say it again,” he squeezes his eyes shut, incapable of keeping them open through the aftershocks.
“You’re such a good boy for me, look so good when you come,” Jeongguk caresses his legs as he says it, helping Jimin stretch them out and rest them over the mattress. He leans forward, half-crawling over Jimin until he's hovering over him, brushing his fringe away from his sticky forehead. Jimin’s eyelids flutter when he wipes away the wetness from his cheeks. Looking up at Jeongguk from this angle, Jimin can almost see his own reflection in the younger’s eyes. Jeogguk is staring at him like he wants to ravish him, but also like Jimin hung the moon. It settles a new set of knots in Jimin’s stomach, in the most thrilling way possible. “D’you think you’re ready for my cock, now?” Jeongguk whispers, cupping his jaw.
“Yes,” Jimin says breathly, nuzzling into Jeongguk’s palm. The younger bites down on his lip when he does it, his eyes softening. “Yes, I want it, please.”
“No need to beg, baby, it’s all yours,” he smiles, reaching behind himself for the bottle of lube. “How do you want it?” He asks, sitting back for a second to untie the string keeping his sweatpants secured around his hips.
“Like this, f–first. Wanna kiss you,” Jimin confesses, missing Jeongguk’s lips already. “Is that o–okay?” He knows it might be too intimate to do it like that, but he really needs Jeongguk to kiss him and hold him right now, even if he’s not sure why.
“More than okay,” Jeongguk nods, hooking his thumbs on his sweatpants to pull his clothes down. It dawns on Jimin that he’s not wearing any underwear the second his cock springs free as he tugs the waistband under his balls, not bothering to get out of bed to fully get them off.
Jeongguk’s cock is long and thick, and flushed dark. Jimin feels his eyes go comically wide as he ogles at it, not even faced by Jeongguk’s smug smirk as he takes himself in his hand still covered in lube, and starts lazily stroking it. There are angry veins pumping through the shaft and, to Jimin’s astonishment, a carefully trimmed layer of coarse hair around the base. Turns out Jeongguk is not a shaver, after all. Something about it makes Jimin groan internally, finding it shameful how hot he thinks that is. Everywhere Jimin is soft and small and smooth, Jeongguk is big and intimidating and so, so damn mouthwatering. Jimin decides right then that he needs to get his mouth on him before the night comes to an end. Even if he knows there’s no way that is going to fit in his mouth. It is without a shadow of a doubt the biggest cock Jimin has ever seen.
“Cat got your tongue, baby?” Jeongguk purrs, using his thumb to collect a drop of precum from the tip.
“It’s so—,” Jimin breathes, instinctively spreading his thighs wider. It doesn’t go unnoticed by Jeongguk, who has to wrap his hand tightly around the base to hold himself back. “Fuck, you’re so big. S’not gonna fit,” Jimin mewls, licking his lips.
“We’ll take it slow, baby, I promise,” Jeongguk says, squeezing more lube into his hand to coat his length, the slick sound of his strokes making Jimin blush. He rubs the excess liquid over Jimin’s hole, winking around nothing. Gripping one of Jimin’s legs to wrap it around his hips, he lowers himself on his forearm, getting closer to Jimin’s face. He kisses Jimin’s lips tenderly, trying to distract Jimin enough until the older feels the fat tip of Jeongguk’s cock catching on his rim. He gasps into the younger’s mouth, breaking the kiss to look at him, lips parted. “As slow as you need,” Jeongguk reassures him, steadily pressing forward until the first inch gets trapped in Jimin’s wet heat.
“I don’t want it slow,” Jimin pants, throwing both of his arms around Jeongguk’s shoulders. Jeongguk’s head snaps up, staring at him with his pitch-black irises, and Jimin feels them pinning him to the mattress.
“Jimin,” Jeogguk says through his teeth, willing his hips to stop. “Don’t say shit you’ll regret,” he pours the words straight into Jimin’s open mouth, licking into it with a newfound hunger. He feeds Jimin his cock inch by inch until the head is fully settled inside. Jimin can’t help but squeeze around it like a vice, struggling to decide if he wants to suck him in deeper or push him away. The stretch makes his walls burn, and he gets hard again so fast it’s almost dizzying. “Fuck, baby, you feel so good on my cock,” Jeongguk moans against his cheek, eyes closed tightly to fight the urge to snap his hips forward, burying himself to the hilt. “I need you to relax a little, take a deep breath,” he says, breathing shallowly. Jimin notices a vein popping out on his temple from the amount of effort he’s putting into it. He follows Jeongguk’s instructions, trying to will his body to relax and let Jeongguk in. It takes a couple of minutes for the younger to start moving again, but once he does the slide has become easier, managing to thrust in a little over half of his cock before Jimin stops him with a shaky hand to his chest.
“I–I can’t, Jeongguk,” he whines, wrapping his leg tighter around Jeongguk’s waist. “It’s too much, I can’t,” Jimin says, but he presses his heel down on Jeongguk’s back, simultaneously trying to take him in deeper.
Jeongguk lets out a long, heavy exhale before he starts slowly pulling out until only the tip remains inside, and he rolls his hips tentatively, fucking Jimin with just half of his length. Jimin is staring up at him with glazed-over eyes, letting out little hiccups every time he feels Jeongguk’s shaft dragging against his walls. The younger kisses him wetly, sucking Jimin’s tongue into his mouth to take his mind off of the slight pain. It takes a while, neither of them realizing how long they spend licking into each other’s mouth as Jeongguk’s hips continue to roll into Jimin’s, but eventually, the older starts moving down, trying to meet his thrusts.
“More,” Jimin moans, hooking both of his legs around the younger. Jeongguk leaves a trail of kisses across his cheek, until he ends up panting against the shell of Jimin’s ear, carefully bucking his hips further into Jimin. He grabs Jimin’s left hip with his hand, fingers digging into the soft flesh in a bruising grip, and then he slides in, to the hilt. Jimin lets out a broken cry, the loudest of the night thus far, his hands scrambling to hold onto Jeongguk’s hair and neck. “Oh my god,” he strangles out, voice unrecognizable. “S’too much, fu–fuck,” he whines, pulling Jeongguk impossibly closer.
“I know it’s too much, baby, but you can take it, right?” Jeongguk caresses his hip, whispering straight into Jimin’s ear. “Sh, that’s it, you can do it for me,” he kisses his way up to Jimin’s temple, planting a loud peck there. “I’m gonna start moving now, okay?” He asks, studying Jimin’s reaction.
“Yeah,” he sighs. Jimin can feel every ridge and vein on Jeongguk’s cock as he begins pulling out, until only the head is inside. Jeongguk’s hips snap forward all at once, his balls smacking against Jimin’s ass and everything turns into a blur after that. Jeongguk’s thick cock graces his prostate with every stroke without hitting it directly, it’s driving Jimin mad. Jeongguk lets out a throaty moan, his breath warm against Jimin’s ear. He fists a handful of the younger’s hair and pulls on it, guiding him into yet another kiss. His neglected cock is trapped between their bodies, smearing precum all over Jeongguk’s abdomen every time it grinds against it. “You’re in so deep,” Jimin trembles under him, their lips still brushing together, “feels so good,” he keens, rolling his hips to fuck himself deeper on Jeongguk’s cock. The moment the younger changes the angle slightly, pushing one of Jimin’s legs closer to his chest, almost folding him in half, he starts hitting his sweet spot dead on.
Jimin goes limp as if someone had flipped a switch inside of him, disconnecting his brain from the rest of his body. Jeongguk jolts his whole body up the bed with every thrust, so Jimin has to extend an arm back to hold onto one of the metal bars in the headboard, using it as leverage to move and push his hips down.
“That’s a good boy,” Jeongguk husks, “fucking yourself on my cock,” digging his nails into the back of Jimin’s thigh, picking up his pace. Jimin knows Jeongguk’s still holding back, but he’s getting closer and closer to tipping over the edge of his third orgasm, and he needs the younger to give him all he’s got.
“Fuck me harder,” Jimin pants, movements turning a little frantic. “Please, Jeongguk, I—,” he chokes on a wet sob, clawing at Jeongguk’s back, “I can take it,” he moans wantonly, throwing his head back against the pillows when Jeongguk not only complies—fucking him faster and harder, hammering his prostrate to the point of overstimulation—, but also wraps his lips around one of Jimin’s hard nipples, pulling on it with his teeth. Jimin’s vision goes white, his cock, now rubbed raw between their bodies, spills a weak stream of cum. Jeongguk doesn’t stop fucking him as waves of pleasure wash over him, and he can’t find his voice to tell him it’s too much. It’s undoubtedly the strongest orgasm of the night, a loud ringing in his ears blocking out the sound of skin slapping against skin, and Jimin doesn’t register the sweet words Jeongguk is purring into his ears.
His whole world is flipped upside-down for a second, and then he finds himself being manhandled until he’s straddling Jeongguk’s lap, the younger kneeling in the middle of the bed. Jeongguk is gripping his hips, making him bounce on his cock as if he were light as a feather. He’s erratic as he fucks up into Jimin’s sensitive hole, forcing the air out of Jimin’s lungs.
“C’mon, baby, you can give me one more,” Jeongguk grunts, voice strained from the effort.
“Shit, Jeo-Jeongguk, st–stop,” he stutters from the constant bouncing on the younger’s lap. “I c–can’t,” he cries out, tightly wrapping his arms around Jeongguk’s body, “I can’t come again,” Jimin whines, drooling over Jeongguk’s shoulder as he rests his head on it.
“What’s your color,” Jeongguk pants harshly, slowing his thrusts without stopping completely. “Baby, focus, what is it?” He grasps Jimin’s chin with one hand, forcing the older to look at him. Jimin’s brain isn’t functioning correctly, the incessant abuse to his prostrate making tears form in the corners of his eyes, but he eventually manages to remember what Jeongguk had explained to him earlier on, and he finds himself answering sincerely.
“Green,” he states, tone unwavering. Jeongguk doesn’t speak again. He fucks into Jimin so hard that a string of hiccups and incoherent words fall from Jimin’s mouth, and the build-up to his orgasm is so fast that he barely notices it’s happening. He tries to hold it back, though, wanting Jeongguk to come with him. He tells him just that. “Want you to come in me, please,” Jimin moans against his ear, Jeongguk curses under his breath, the snap of his hips turning a little sloppy.
“Baby,” Jeongguk almost whines, wrapping his strong arms around Jimin’s waist like a belt. “Say that again,” he groans, impaling Jimin down on his cock.
“Come inside me, Jeongguk,” Jimin begs, arching his back when a burst of pleasure licks up his spine, “please, baby,” he purrs. That seems to do the trick, because Jeongguk slams him down, burying himself to the hilt, and then his cock starts twitching, painting Jimin’s insides with his seed. Jimin’s fourth and last orgasm feels more like a gentle ripple spreading across a lake than an explosion. There’s no cum left in him, so his pink cock twitches drily, sending shivers all over his body. Jeongguk comes for a while, cradling Jimin’s small frame close to his chest, breathing heavily against his neck. The older runs his fingers through his dark locks, soothingly scratching his scalp. Eventually, Jeongguk starts coming down from his high, leaning back to look at Jimin’s face.
The shy smile that takes over the younger’s face fills Jimin’s heart with so much warmth, there’s no doubt in his mind that it has belonged to Jeongguk for a while, now.
“Hi, pretty,” Jeongguk says sheepishly, voice groggy and deep. It makes goosebumps cover Jimin’s arms, and he has to clear his throat loudly before being able to answer.
“Hi,” Jimin smiles back, shifting in Jeongguk’s lap when his slowly softening cock inevitably starts slipping out of him. “Can you put me down, please?” Jimin whispers, unable to muster the energy to speak louder.
“Yes, of course,” Jeongguk runs his smooth palms up and down his back, lifting both of them higher on his knees. “I’m going to pull out first, okay?” he asks softly, waiting for Jimin’s nod in understanding. The older winces, muffling a quiet whine of discomfort. “Sorry,” Jeongguk squeaks. Jimin’s progressively regaining control over his body, and he’s sore everywhere. His rim feels tender and raw, and every single muscle from his legs to his lower back is worn out. He doesn’t think he’ll be able to walk in the morning.
Jeongguk’s cum trickles down his inner thighs the second Jeongguk’s cock slips out completely, and Jimin grimaces at the state of his sheets. He’s going to have to burn them, no washing machine can salvage them. As his back comes in contact with the mattress, the rest of his limbs flop down awkwardly. Out of the corner of his eyes, he catches Jeongguk taking his sweatpants off and throwing them on the floor, before he lies down next to him. He pulls Jimin into a side hug, making the older yelp in surprise. He doesn’t fight it though, resting his head over his chest and throwing an arm and a leg over Jeongguk’s body, letting out a happy sigh. Jeongguk wraps one arm around his shoulders, tracing circles on his back with his fingers. It feels so natural to hold each other close like that, fitting together like two pieces of a puzzle. The younger cups his jaw with his free hand, tilting Jimin’s face up toward him. Jeongguk’s starry eyes are back, nothing but affection glimmering in them.
Jimin could get used to this.
“How do you feel?” Jeongguk murmurs, as if afraid speaking any louder would break this moment between them.
“A little like I died,” he admits, considering how spent and totally satiated he feels. “Like I just scratched an itch I didn’t even know was there,” he scoffs at himself. He’s not making any sense. Jeongguk’s deep chuckle makes his head vibrate over his chest.
“I’m not sure how to interpret that, to be honest,” he says, the smile obvious in his voice even if Jimin can’t see it. They stay like that for a while, basking in the other’s body heat. Jimin feels sticky and sweaty everywhere, but he can’t make himself leave Jeongguk’s embrace, not yet. The words start pooling on the tip of his tongue until he can't hold them back anymore, deciding to break the silence. What he’s about to say might ruin everything that’s just happened—it could ruin their friendship, even—, but Jimin has never been good at not speaking his mind. Not with Jeongguk.
“Jeongguk,” he says calmly, wondering if the younger can feel his heart trying to beat its way out of his chest where they’re connected. Jeongguk gives him a quiet hm?, letting him know he’s heard him. Jimin licks his lips, focusing on a random spot on the wall next to his bed when he speaks again,“I think I—I have feelings for you.” It’s quiet after that, and the seconds that tick by feel eternal to Jimin, but then Jeongguk takes a deep breath, and Jimin braces himself for the worst.
“Wow, my dick game's that good, huh?” He chirps, catching Jimin off guard. He sits up abruptly, turning in Jeongguk’s direction. There’s a pink flush tinting the apples of his cheeks when Jimin swats at his chest.
“I’m being serious!” He whines, scowling at him.
“Well,” Jeongguk nods slowly, clicking his tongue. He tilts his head to the side, looking at Jimin with a fond glint in his eyes. Jimin is so lost. “Considering I've been in love with you for the past eight years, I'd say that's good to know,” he smiles shyly.
“Wha-what?” Jimin blurts, jaw going slack. “What are you talking about?” He furrows his eyebrows, scanning Jeongguk’s face for some sort of explanation.
“Don't tell me you didn't notice, especially back then,” Jeongguk snorts, shaking his head like Jimin has told him the dumbest joke he’s ever heard, “everyone used to make fun of me for it. Seokjin-hyung still does,” he rolls his eyes.
“How—how on Earth was I supposed to notice that? What?” Jimin splutters, words stumbling on their way out of his mouth. He did not see this coming.
“I was so awkward around you, Jimin, I think even your mom knew,” Jeongguk chuckles, but it’s evident he’s nervous about his nonchalant confession. He reaches for Jimin’s lower back, caressing it as if he needed the skin-to-skin contact to keep himself grounded. Jimin doesn’t comment on it.
“But—I just thought you were a standoffish kid, I—,” he can’t seem to wrap his head around any of it. They have been friends for eight years, and now it turns out Jeongguk has been in love with him throughout all of them. How could he not know that? “Are you messing with me right now?” He asks, feeling utterly dumbfounded.
“Of course not,” Jeongguk shakes his head no, sitting up against the headboard. Jimin is then reminded of the fact that they’re both butt-naked while having the most important conversation of their lives, and there’s a constant drip of Jeongguk’s cum still leaking from his ass. It’s ridiculous. “Who do you think was my bisexual awakening, huh?” Jeongguk raises his eyebrows, looking at him pointedly.
“Wait, I think I'm gonna faint,” Jimin massages his temple, attempting to process the information.
“I used to have a personal relationship with a picture of you, back then,” Jeongguk snorts, smiling to himself at the memory. He purses his lips, slightly flustered as he adds, “well, a picture and a sock.”
Jimin is about to swat at him again, but then a memory pops up in his brain, and he audibly groans, “It was that picture of me dressed as a policeman for Halloween, wasn't it?” Jeongguk had insisted on taking his photograph for hours, following him around with his new Polaroid camera. They were barely sixteen and eighteen back then, and Jimin had assumed he wanted a picture to remember him when he left for college. Turns out that wasn’t the case.
“That's—that's so specific, how did you know?” Jeongguk’s eyes widen, a little taken aback.
“Why else would you even take that picture?” Jimin rolls his eyes. He rubs both of his hands over his face, letting out a long sigh. “You're not joking right now, are you? Because I'll chop your dick off if you are,” he huffs, letting his arms drop by his sides.
“Scouts honor,” Jeongguk lifts three fingers, and Jimin grimaces when he notices there are rests of dried lube on them. “I thought I'd reach my retirement before you realized how I feel,” Jeongguk admits, and Jimin’s heart flutters in his chest.
“Why didn't you say anything for eight years?” He complains, thinking of all the time they could’ve spent as more than friends if he had. “We could have done this sooner!”
“I was scared I was going to lose you,” Jeongguk gulps, eyes softening. “I couldn’t risk it,” he shrugs weakly, and Jimin wants to hug him and kiss him silly. “Why do you think I’ve never really dated anyone?” He almost whispers, and Jimin lets himself reach out for him, pulling both of them down on the bed again.
“Ugh, I can't believe us,” he grumbles, his face nestled in Jeongguk’s neck. “And I can't believe I'm so slow,” he whines, relaxing his shoulders when Jeongguk’s arms wrap tightly around his waist. He lifts his head again, looking down at Jeongguk. “I couldn't even decipher my own feelings, how could I guess yours?” Jimin pouts. Jeongguk cranes his neck a little, pecking him on the lips. Jimin finds himself grinning like a kid.
“We're here, now, so,” Jeongguk’s wide smile lights up his entire face. “I'll call it a success,” his eyes are full of joy and mischief when he says it. Jimin can’t believe he could’ve had this all along. The thought that appears in his head next has him chewing on his bottom lip.
“Is it weird that knowing all of this makes me wanna jump your bones again?” He asks, knowing that he’d be getting hard again if his cock wasn’t officially out of service for the foreseeable future.
“A little weird,” Jeongguk giggles, sliding a hand down his back to grope Jimin’s ass, wiggling his eyebrows comically. “but you won't catch me complaining,” he winks, and Jimin shakes his head fondly. But then Jeongguk’s expression turns more serious, taking Jimin aback. “Although I do want to ask you something, but please tell me if I'm out of line,” he says, letting go of Jimin's asscheek.
“Okay, shoot,” Jimin agrees easily.
“As much as I like to think I'm just that good,” he starts, making Jimin snort. He is that good, but he won’t continue to feed his ego, “don't you think it's a little unusual that all of your struggles around sex sort of poof,” he makes a ‘vanishing-into-thin-air’ type of sound, “disappeared?”
“What do you mean?” He frowns, not quite grasping what Jeongguk is getting at.
“Well, if you think you have feelings for me, which wow—” he whistles, making Jimin scoff humorously, “that's insane to say out loud,” he smiles, tucking a piece of hair behind Jimin’s ear. “I know this is something only you could determine about yourself, but have you heard about Demisexuality?” He seems scared to pry into the matter, but Jimin doesn’t really mind.
“Sort of, yeah,” he purses his lips. He’s contemplated it before, although briefly. “I get why you'd ask, I just never allowed myself to properly think about it, I guess. It made me feel a little broken,” he lowers his gaze momentarily, looking for the right words. “It does make sense, in hindsight,” he chuckles drily, “guess I couldn't develop a real bond with those guys if I was into you, all along,” he mutters, still not used to saying it aloud.
“I'm not trying to label you, or anything,” Jeongguk rushes to add, running his fingers through Jimin’s hair. “In all honesty, I'm just glad you had a good time, but I've always suspected it,” he confesses, “with the way you felt and talked about casual sex and stuff.”
“I feel like my brain is going to implode at any moment,” Jimin sighs, not feeling entirely ready to delve into it just yet. “It's all a little much for one night, you know?” He says, turning his head to kiss Jeongguk’s palm still cupping his face.
“Then let's leave it there, for now,” Jeongguk accepts easily. Jimin knows he’s going to be there for him whenever he decides he wants to talk about it, if he ever does. “Do you wanna shower with me?” He changes the topic, hugging Jimin closer to his body, making it harder for the older to breathe. Jimin would never complain about it, though.
“The showerhead's broken, remember?” Jimin quips. His expression falls, however, when he sees the way Jeongguk purses his lips to stifle a laugh.
“Yeah, about that,” he fails at holding back a loud snort. “I lied, it's not broken,” he tongues at the seam of his mouth, waiting for Jimin’s reaction.
“Why would you lie about something like that?” Jimin blinks at him slowly.
“I'd noticed you were tiptoeing around me, you know? And you'd start blushing just from seeing me around the house,” he can’t hold Jimin’s stare as he talks, aware of how absurd he sounds. “I had no idea what was going on but I thought—,” he snorts again, shaking his head, “I'm not sure what I thought, to be honest, but I wanted to see your reaction,” he shrugs.
“You absolute idiot,” Jimin cackles, incredulous, “why would you do that!? I almost had a stroke when I saw you there, all naked and wet and ugh,” he drops his forehead on Jeongguk’s chest, laughing, “I should've known.”
“It worked, didn't it?” Jeongguk says smugly, like he deserves a pat on the back for it. Jimin guesses he’s not entirely wrong about that. “Look at us now,” he adds cheerfully.
“Yeah, look at us,” Jimin sighs, feeling happier than he can remember ever being. Resting his chin on his palm, he asks, “what are we going to do now?”
“I say we take a shower, go to sleep in my clean bed,” Jeongguk starts, like he’s going through a mental list, “you should eat something before bed, though,” he points at him, and Jimin bites on his bottom lip to hold back a smitten smile. He’s always so attentive to Jimin’s every need. “And tomorrow night you let me take you out on a date, hm?” He’s asking, but they both know the answer is yes. If he asked Jimin to go to the moon, he’d gladly start packing, “so I can wine and dine you before we come home and I fuck you again. What do you think?” He grins, giddy.
“Wow, you have it all figured out, don't you?” Jimin teases, a blissful expression on his face.
“I try,” he winks exaggeratedly.
“I accept under one condition,” Jimin says, licking his lips. “You let me suck you off in the shower.” Jeongguk looks at him like he’s waiting for him to say he’s kidding, his mouth agape when he realizes Jimin is dead-serious.
“You do understand that's a win-win situation for me, right?” He asks, just to make sure.
“I'm feeling generous,” Jimin mirrors his obnoxious wink.
“I must've saved an army in my past life,” Jeongguk says, staring at the ceiling like he’s just won the lottery. “Can I make a request, too?” He looks at Jimin again, something darker dancing in his eyes.
“Sure,” Jimin doesn’t know what to expect, at his point, but he’s sure it’ll be worth hearing it.
“Next time, let me fuck you in my room, since I just hung that new mirror,” his voice sounds lower, like he’s already picturing it in his head, “so I can see your face and your ass at the same time,” he rasps, and Jimin could swear he sees Jeongguk’s cock twitch from the corner of his eye.
“You're unbelievable,” he says, knowing his cheeks have turned pink once again.
“Thank you, baby, so are you!” Jeongguk beams at him, kissing the tip of Jimin’s nose.
“It wasn't a compliment!”