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When Jimin moved to New York for university he'd taken many things into account.

His mum wasn't going to be there to cook for him or chase after his mess, which resulted in many take-out dinners and an extremely tense relationship with his first roommate. He'd made peace with the fact that he'd have to look after himself on top of worrying about his grades and after a while, it got fairly easy. You grow and you learn, make some valuable friends along the way.

And then there's Jeongguk.

Jeongguk, who's arguably the best thing thing to have ever happened to Jimin, who didn't bat an eyelash when Jimin had told him he wanted to enroll in Columbia's art program and was supportive all along.

Jeongguk, Jimin's boyfriend of 4 years and, as of one minute ago, the bane of his existence.

"You, uh, you look taller," Jimin says, after a long pause spent looking at the expanse of Jeongguk's chest, looking firmer than ever and peeking through the v-cut of his shirt.

"Yeah?" Jeongguk smiles at him, reaches out to pet Jimin's unruly hair. "Did I wake you up? Should I drop by later?"

Jimin blinks, slowly. His sleep-muddled brain is still trying to piece together the fact that yes, the person standing in front of him is Jeongguk and yes, he's his boyfriend. That never fails to amaze him.

"No! No, of course not," he says, opening the door the rest of the way and motioning for Jeongguk to come in. He does, and Jimin takes a long moment to stare at his back as he walks to the living room, the sight familiar but weird at the same time. Those shoulders. When did that happen?

"How was the flight back?" Jeongguk asks, making himself at home on the sofa and breaking Jimin out of his reverie.

"Uh, it was fine," Jimin mumbles. "Heard back from any universities?"

Jeongguk shrugs, playing with the rips in his jeans and looking up at Jimin with a quirked eyebrow. There's a firm set to his jaw and for once his hair isn't covering his forehead. A healthy dose of attitude from his boyfriend is the last thing Jimin expected from his first morning back in Santa Barbara.

"Why are you standing so far away?" Jeongguk asks, sitting up straighter and rearranging the cushions to make space for Jimin.

Because you look like you're going to fucking eat me is what Jimin wants to say, but he settles for an eloquent uh and goes to sit next to Jeongguk. God, he's so warm.

Jeongguk wastes no time before wrapping him up in his arms and woah those biceps were not there the last time Jimin came home for Thanksgiving.

It's way too hot in the living room even though the a/c was on the last time Jimin had checked, and Jeongguk is a goddamn furnace against him, running his hands up and down Jimin's sides and planting his nose in the crook of his neck, kissing a hot trail from his shoulder to his chin.

"Did you miss me?" Jeongguk asks, his breath hot on Jimin's cheek. "Because I missed you."

Jimin goes as stiff as a board and does what any sane person would, after leaving their baby-faced boyfriend for university and coming home six months later to a full-fledged, hot-blooded man.

He springs to his feet and gets the fuck out of there.


"And then I told him I just really had to pee and would make it up to him with heaps of froyo," Jimin says, dropping his head on the steering wheel and heaving the biggest, most dramatic sigh ever.

"You're a moron, and pathetic," is what Yoongi tells him.

Jimin whines in response, a pitiful sound he hopes will move Yoongi enough to earn him some serious advice. After the fiasco that was his reunion with Jeongguk that morning, he's determined to make it up to him. Which is why he's parked outside the community pool Jeongguk part-times at with an incredible amount of melting froyo sitting in the backseat.

"It's not like you haven't seen him at all these past 6 months," Yoongi tries to reason, but Jimin silences him with a solemn look.

"If you think a grainy webcam could've captured all of that then you're sorely mistaken," he says. "He grew, like, a hundred centimeters! His shoulders are wider than the Mariana's Trench! I haven't seen him without a shirt on yet and I don't know if I can handle that!" he rambles, gripping the steering wheel harder and harder till his knuckles go white.

"Is that why we're sitting here when we could, y'know, go inside?" Yoongi scoffs. "Afraid you're gonna get hard at the sight of your shirtless boyfriend? Are you that easy?"

"I forgot what puberty does to a person," Jimin somberly says. Yoongi looks unimpressed.


The pool is crowded.

That's expected, since it's June and it's a particularly sunny Saturday, but Jimin still does a double-take, watching kids running away from their parents and recently freed high-school seniors enjoying each other's company before summer is over and university scatters them all over the country.

Jeongguk is among them, and before Jimin can turn around and pretend he's never even been there, their eyes meet. Jeongguk smiles then, bunny teeth on display, and it makes Jimin's heart squeeze in his chest. This is still Jeongguk, he reminds himself. Still the same Jeongguk.

"Hey," Jeongguk says, stopping in front of Jimin and tipping his chin up to softly peck him on the lips. "I see you've made good on your promise."

It takes a moment for Jimin to realize he's referring to the froyo cups in his hands.

"There's more in the car," he says. "In case you wanted to share with your friends—"

"Ah, you're too mean," Jeongguk interrupts him, a half-smile on his face. "I haven't seen you in forever and you're already trying to pawn me off to other people," he says, while Jimin tries super hard to keep his gaze from wandering.

The last time he'd seen Jeongguk shirtless without miles and a screen between them had been even before Thanksgiving, last September, when he'd visited Jeongguk for his 18th and they'd had sex for the first time. His stomach had been defined then but almost a year later his abs are truly a sight to appreciate. Worship, even.

"Uh," he eloquently says, his eyes dropping for a second to the lines carved into Jeongguk's marble-like skin. Goddamnit.

"You're looking flushed," Jeongguk says, smile clear in his voice. "We can go sit in the shade and eat that froyo before it melts all off."

Jimin doesn't trust himself with words yet, that's what he'd brought Yoongi with him for, but the traitor is nowhere to be seen. He settles for nodding and following Jeongguk to a secluded place behind the lifeguard's shed.

Jeongguk sits down cross-legged on the ground and Jimin follows suit, wasting no time in handing Jeongguk his cup. The froyo had melted all over his hand and he hadn't even noticed. He frowns, bringing his hand to lick at his fingers and humming at the sweet taste. Jeongguk clears his throat then, and Jimin looks up only to meet his boyfriend's dark gaze, flushing at the attention.

"You look tan," he says, hoping Jeongguk doesn't feel as uncomfortable as he does. He doesn't remember it ever being this awkward between them, not even when they'd started dating and Jeongguk had still been a Pete Wentz wannabe. People called him Sasuke and he was too shy to even look at Jimin. That's how awkward it was.

Jeongguk hums around his mouthful of froyo and smiles, eyes crinkling at the corners. "Well, you look like you haven't seen the sun in years," he says.

Jimin huffs, shoving at Jeongguk's knee and whining about how exams kept him locked up in the library, he should know. There hadn't been any time for Skype calls and Jimin had missed Jeongguk terribly, not like he would ever admit that to his face.

It takes little time for the conversation to slip straight into that comfortable banter Jimin had missed each day he'd been away. Six months are a long fucking time to go without seeing your boyfriend, he'd known that even before high-school was over and he'd kissed Jeongguk at the airport with an I'll be back soon. They'd been ready for a long-distance relationship. What Jimin hadn't been ready for was sitting right in front of him, licking froyo off his fingertips.

"You got some here," Jeongguk says, leaning over to wipe at Jimin's upper lip with his damp thumb. Jimin gasps at the unexpected touch, flushing down to his chest. He can feel Jeongguk's gaze burning a scorching trail all over his face, before settling on his mouth.

Jimin wets his lips then, a nervous habit he'd never really grown out of, his tongue barely brushing Jeongguk's thumb. Underneath the sweetness of the yogurt Jeongguk tastes like chlorine and sunscreen. Jimin sees his boyfriend's eyes go half-lidded, the thumb that had been resting on his cupid's bow sliding down to pry his mouth open. Jimin goes along with it as if in a trance, peeking at Jeongguk from under his eyelashes.

"I missed you," Jeongguk says, just as he had earlier that morning. Jimin can't do much but stare at him, his tongue held down by Jeongguk's thumb still firmly lodged in his mouth. He feels ridiculous, and must be even panting a little around his mouthful, but right now the only thing that matters is the way Jeongguk's looking at him, soft and full of wonder.

He might have grown up exponentially since the last time Jimin had seen him but behind that sharply cut jawline and strong cheekbones there's still the same dorky Jeongguk that Jimin loves. He's been having the most pointless existential crisis ever all day. Heck, that morning he probably missed out on the steamy reunion sex he and Jeongguk had talked about on more than one occasion.

Just like that, Jimin can feel all his reservations fly out the window.

He closes his lips around Jeongguk's thumb and gives it a hard suck, watching in fascination as Jeongguk's whole body goes taut, the lines of his abs becoming more prominent. He keeps nursing on his thumb, gently, gauging Jeongguk's reaction and feeling like some knock-off pornstar.

Jeongguk can't seem to take his eyes off his mouth and Jimin tries to see himself through his boyfriend's eyes. He's probably blushing like crazy, and his lips must be red from being stretched first around his spoon and now around his thumb. Jimin feverishly thinks about what it would be like to wrap his lips around Jeongguk's cock. He moans then, a tiny broken sound that makes Jeongguk's eyes snap up to meet his.

There’s a moment of tense silence before Jeongguk slides his thumb out with a wet pop and quickly covers Jimin's mouth with his own. Jimin feels as if he's been electrified, shivering from his head to his toes. It feels like he's being branded everywhere Jeongguk touches him, his hands roaming under Jimin's shirt, goosebumps pebbling his skin.

They kiss for what feels like hours, until Jimin's dizzy and his front is covered in melted froyo, and it’s all fine and dandy until it starts drying on his skin. He pushes at Jeongguk's shoulder until he backs off and looks at Jimin inquisitively. Jimin just pants as an answer, too out of breath to properly speak.

"I've been wanting to do that ever since I saw you this morning," Jeongguk says after a while spent in comfortable silence. He runs his fingers through Jimin's hair, before grasping the soft strands at his nape and tipping his head back. He starts leaving wet, open-mouthed kisses from his jaw to the hollow of his collarbones. "I wanted to do much more than that," he murmurs, his breath damp on Jimin's chest. "But you ran away before I could even properly kiss you."

"You can," Jimin pants, feeling a little dazed still. "You can do more than that, much more, I'm literally so on board with you do—"

Jeongguk interrupts him with another kiss, muffling his laughter against Jimin's lips. "Glad to know that," he says as soon as they part. Jimin seriously considers digging a hole in the ground and burying himself in it.

Jeongguk's face is still close to his, his hands are warm on Jimin's face and he's looking at him like he holds the sun in his mouth. It makes Jimin's heart do somersaults in his chest, makes his stomach queasy with butterflies.

"We should go clean up," Jeongguk says then. His thumb smooths another line across Jimin's cheek before he reluctantly stops cradling his jaw. He stands up, pointing towards the lifeguard’s shed, but before he can say anything Jimin’s hand shoots out to grab at his leg. From this angle Jimin can clearly see Jeongguk’s half-hard dick pushing at the front of his trunks. It’s then that he makes the split decision to just, just fuck it, honestly. Literally.

“Wait,” he says. “We could go back to your place to do that? I still have all that froyo in my backseat.”

Jeongguk must catch his wandering gaze ‘cause he just smirks down at him. “Sure,” he says. “We don’t want all that froyo to ruin the upholstery, do we.”


By the time they make it inside the house, Jimin is so horny he can barely stand straight. Jeongguk had kept a hand on his leg the whole time, and Jimin had been too preoccupied with not parking straight into a lamppost to remember he’d left Yoongi back at the pool. He makes a mental note for future Jimin to send an apology text. Present Jimin has better, bigger things to tend to, like—

“Off, off, off,” he chants, hands fidgeting with the hem of Jeongguk’s shirt. He’d put it on for the sake of the upholstery, Jimin and Jimin had never hated a piece of garment more in his life.

Jeongguk laughs into the kiss, tilting Jimin’s head just right so that he can run his mouth up his neck and jaw. Jimin is starting to feel dizzy, hands getting more frantic. He slides them under Jeongguk’s shirt, feeling his abs go taut at the touch. Jeongguk bites his neck in reprimand, his hold on Jimin’s waist tightening.

“Eager,” he mutters. “You want it that much?”

Jimin nods, looking up at Jeongguk pleadingly. It seems to do the trick, ‘cause the next thing he knows he’s being thrown over his boyfriend’s shoulder, arms flailing wildly at the sudden shift in balance. Jimin can feel heat pooling in his stomach at the show of strength, feeling Jeongguk’s muscles shift in his back as he hauls Jimin all the way to his bedroom upstairs. It’s a hazy process that leaves Jimin panting harder than before.

By the time Jeongguk throws him on his ridiculous Iron Man sheets, Jimin is leaking so much he thinks his boxers will have to be dry cleaned. “J-Jeongguk,” he stutters, trying to regain his bearings. He can feel the mattress shift with the weight of Jeongguk joining him on the bed.

“This what you wanted?” Jeongguk pants, grabbing the hem of his shirt and taking it off in one swift move. Jimin gets this funny feeling in his chest, like he can’t breathe. Jeongguk had been shirtless less than four hours earlier at the pool, but the knowledge that they’re here, in the privacy of Jeongguk’s bedroom, and he’s free to touch is a little too much when faced with the hard lines of Jeongguk’s body.

Jeongguk seems to sense his uncertainty, takes Jimin’s wrists and gently guides them to his chest. The second Jimin’s fingers touch the warm skin, he lets out a long stuttering breath. “Fuck, Jeonggukie.” He runs his hands downdowndown till his fingernails scratch at the fine trail of hair disappearing into Jeongguk’s trunks. “Fuck.”

“This is all for you,” Jeongguk murmurs, shifting on his knees till Jimin’s so close he has to awkwardly place his hands back on Jeongguk’s chest, but Jeongguk takes one of his wrists once again, guiding his hand back down to rest just above his belly button. “All the time spent in the gym, wondering what kinda expression you’d have made when you’d see that your cute Jeonggukie has grown into a man.” Jeongguk’s hand is like an iron brand on his wrist, and Jimin’s starting to get a little delirious at this point.

“Do you like it?” Jeongguk asks. Jimin nods, leaning forward so he can kiss him, his enthusiasm met with a smile. Jeongguk puts his hands on his waist then, grabbing it so hard Jimin faintly thinks there are gonna be bruises there in the morning. The thought sends shivers down his spine.

He falls back, anchoring his hands on Jeongguk’s bare shoulders so that he gets the hint and follows him down. When he’s on his back and Jeongguk’s elbows are on either side of his head Jimin sighs into the kiss, spreading his legs so that Jeongguk can fit more comfortably. This is what heaven must feel like, he thinks. 5’8’’ of steel-hard muscles and a bunny-toothed smile that can make a man’s knees go weak. The moment he feels Jeongguk’s hands sliding under his shirt, that’s when he’s broken out of his reverie.

“Uh,” he says, head turning so fast that Jeongguk’s next kiss lands on his cheek. “Wait, Jeongguk.”

Jeongguk sits up, hair ruffled and mouth swollen. He’s panting a little and looking at Jimin with a puzzled expression on his face. “What’s wrong?”

Yeah, what’s wrong? Jimin’s brain whispers traitorously at him. It was going so well. Jimin lowers his gaze, carefully wording out what he wants to say in his head so he doesn’t end up sounding like a moron. Truth is, he wasn’t expecting Jeongguk to become as…as buff as he is right now. It was easier the first time, when they were both kinda gangly and chubby-cheeked. Now Jimin feels out of place with his chubby cheeks and his soft, barely there tummy he’d gotten because he’d been too busy with exams to hit the gym properly the past few months.

He looks back up at Jeongguk, who looks really concerned he’s done something wrong, and Jimin panics. “Uh, it’s just,” he stutters out, “don’t expect too much, okay? We can’t all be Greek gods like you.”

It’s a few seconds of tense silence before Jeongguk speaks, a bewildered look on his face. “You’re insecure?” he asks. “You?” Jeongguk scoffs, looking far too outraged considering Jimin was being self-deprecating about himself, and not his super hot model boyfriend with a body carved out of fucking marble.

“Remember when you skyped me right after you moved ‘cause you were feeling homesick?” Jeongguk asks, and Jimin nods, wary. “You looked so fucking cute just sitting there that I rubbed my dick raw afterwards just imagining you being back here with me.” He runs a hand through his hair, the disbelief never leaving his face. “The thought of your tiny hands wrapped around me, fuck, Jimin.” He goes on, stopping Jimin’s upcoming complaints with just a quirk of his eyebrow.

“And do you remember that time after you aced your photography midterm? You were wearing my fucking football jersey,” he laughs, like he can’t believe he has to say all of this. Jimin can’t either, he’s so embarrassed he could die. “Do you know how many times I touched myself to the thought of you wearing nothing but that and taking my cock sososo well. Ass up like a good boy, so that I could see my name across your back as I fucked you so well.” He whines out the last bit, and Jimin’s embarrassment takes an abrupt turn towards what feels, once again, like arousal. Trust Jeongguk to take him on a fucking rollercoaster ride of emotions.

Jeongguk takes Jimin’s face in his hands, and Jimin holds his gaze, eyes watering a little. “Jimin Park. Do you have any idea of how much I love you? About how hot I think you are?" Jimin’s barely there nod doesn’t seem to satisfy Jeongguk. “Do you need me to say it?” Jimin just stays still, a small tear escaping from his eye. He must be so red Jeongguk must be having a hard time telling him apart from his sheets.

Jeongguk pecks him once, pecks him twice. “I love you so fucking much it hurts sometimes,” he says. “Like it gets scary thinking about what I’d do without you.” He pecks him three, four times more. “And I’m also horny as fuck just having you here in the same room as me for the first time in 6 months, I’d love nothing more than to have you out of these clothes and around my c—”

Jimin hits his solar plexus just right, knocking the wind straight out of him. “You were doing so well,” he says, wavering voice breaking at the last syllable. He wipes his eyes hastily. “But okay.”

Jeongguk stops laughing, holds Jimin’s hand and looks at him questioningly. “Okay?”

“Okay, you can have me out of these clothes,” Jimin whispers, like he’s condescendingly telling him a big secret. He leans in close to Jeongguk’s ear and psyches himself up for what he’s about to say. He’s aware he’s ruined the mood big time by letting his insecurities show, but Jeongguk has been way more than kind about it, and Jimin feels like it’s his job to get things going again. “You can have me out of these clothes and around your cock.”

He can feel Jeongguk go rigid, sits back to peek at him from under his eyelashes. He takes Jeongguk’s hands and brings them to the hem of his shirt, an open invitation. Jeongguk doesn’t waste much time in peeling Jimin’s shirt off his body, and Jimin closes his eyes, waiting for the rejection that never comes. Instead, he can feel Jeongguk’s fingertips lightly brushing his collarbone, down his sternum and going down to dig into his soft tummy. He squirms, but doesn’t move. Keeps his eyes closed until he can feel something wet on his nipple, opening his eyes to Jeongguk leaving opening mouthed kisses all over his chest.

“J-Jeongguk,” he squeaks, back arching backwards at the weird feeling. Jeongguk chases after him, bites down on his nipple hard, leaving behind a ring of quickly disappearing dents. He latches onto Jimin’s collarbone next and starts to leave what’s probably gonna be a nasty looking hickey. Jimin bites down on his lower lip, his arms coming up to wrap themselves around Jeongguk’s broad shoulders.

Jeongguk has always had a thing for ownership, would get really jealous when Jimin would choose anyone over him (not like that ever happened more than twice and anytime after kindergarten). The thing he’d said earlier about the jersey was yet another dead giveaway, Jimin thinks. Explains why he’s trying to make it look like Jimin got mauled by an entire pride.

“Can I?” Jeongguk asks, out of breath, once his hands leave Jimin’s side in favor of reaching for his belt. Jimin nods, flattening the hair on his boyfriend’s head as much as possible. He’d gotten a little wild with the tugging when Jeongguk was onto his fifth hickey.

Jeongguk sits back, gently maneuvering Jimin’s limbs till he’s lying down on the bed with his legs propped up on Jeongguk’s spread knees. He makes quick work of Jimin’s belt, throwing it on the floor and searching Jimin’s face for any sign of discomfort. It’s sweet in a very Jeongguk-like way, makes Jimin smile and puts him at ease for what’s to come. It’s nothing Jeongguk hasn’t seen yet, anyway.

Still, when Jeongguk peels off his boxers, Jimin can’t help but try to close his legs, movement stopped short by Jeongguk’s hands dropping his boxers in favor of holding his thighs down, each thumb drawing lazy circles on the sensitive skin. Jimin can feel his skin pebbling up at the sensation, a quiet sigh leaving his lips. He looks at Jeongguk, at how his gaze is running all over his exposed body, hungry like Jimin has rarely seen it before.

“Beautiful,” Jeongguk murmurs, hands running up and down Jimin’s thighs. He bends down to kiss Jimin’s soft chub, just below his belly button, and it makes Jimin giggle.

“This is all for you,” he mocks, lowering his voice till it vaguely sounds like Jeongguk’s whenever he’s running a fever. Jeongguk slaps his side in retaliance, and Jimin yelps. Jeongguk bends down again to repeat the action, and his mouth is so close to Jimin’s cock, Jimin feels like he’s about to combust. He closes his eyes, whines a little mainly ‘cause it’s embarrassing.

His eyes fly back open when he hears Jeongguk sigh and the slick sound of wet skin on skin. Jeongguk’s head is blocking the view, but Jimin can see his boyfriend’s hand is between his legs. “Wait,” he says, pushing at Jeongguk’s shoulder and sitting up so he can properly see.

Jeongguk’s pushed both his sweats and boxers down just below his balls, cock already leaking in his open palm. Jeongguk looks carefully at Jimin’s face, hand closing around his shaft once again. He curls his thumb and forefinger just enough to push his foreskin back and rub a small circle below the head that’s peeking out. A drop of precum slides past his fingers. Jimin’s mouth is watering.

“Can I?” Jimin asks, eyes never straying from Jeongguk’s cock. Jeongguk nods, leaning back palms down on the mattress, leaving Jimin free reign to do as he pleases. Jimin’s brain short circuits. The possibilities are endless. It’s been more than half a year since he’d last seen Jeongguk’s cock, and he doesn’t remember it being so big. Maybe it’s just his mind playing tricks on him.

There’s no art or finesse in the way he grabs Jeongguk’s cock but Jeongguk lets out a tiny, satisfied moan, and Jimin takes it as encouragement and starts to move his hand up and down. This, he’s done a lot of times. Alone, mostly, once or twice with Jeongguk before he moved. That’s why his thoughts are drifting away, to uncharted territory. He keeps tugging at Jeongguk’s cock, spurred on by Jeongguk’s muffled praise, but as his eyes glaze over all he can think about is — “I really, really wanna suck it. Can I?”

Jeongguk curses, moving Jimin’s hand away from his cock. “Fuckfuckfuck,” he says. “Jimin, you can’t just say that.”

Jimin looks at him, bewildered. “You were the one going on about how you’d fuck me ass up so well, what’s with you getting all shy on me?”

Jeongguk curses again, cheeks red enough to rival Jimin’s. “It’s just,” he stutters. “I wasn’t ready. My heart wasn’t ready.”

“So, you were gonna come.”

Jeongguk puts his hands up in surrender. “Yes, fine, you got me. The idea of my sexy as hell boyfriend putting his mouth on my dick really did it for me, sorry I guess.”

Jimin giggles, smacking Jeongguk’s chest. He’s suddenly reminded of earlier that afternoon, when Jeongguk had had his thumb firmly lodged in his mouth, pushing down on his tongue so hard Jimin felt like choking. He wants that. He wants to take Jeongguk’s cock so far in his mouth it’s gonna be hard to breathe. He gets on all fours, peeking up at Jeongguk, who looks like every single one of his wet dreams are manifesting right in front of his eyes. It makes Jimin feel wanted, puts a pretty blush on his face.

It’s when Jimin’s lips are a few millimeters from Jeongguk’s cock that he’s reminded that, as eager as he is, this is his first ever blowjob. He peeks up at Jeongguk once again, dropping to his elbows so that his small hands can wrap around Jeongguk’s base and keep his flexing shaft straight enough for Jimin to drop a small kiss on its head. Jimin can see Jeongguk’s abs go taut from the corner of his eye. He smiles, looks up once again as he repeats the motion, precum sticky on his reddened mouth and leaving a wet trail from the tip of Jeongguk’s cock to his bottom lip.

He pushes Jeongguk’s foreskin down and takes the exposed head into his mouth, repeating the motion a couple times, just to get the hang of it. He’s really just doing what feels right, and low-key trying to remember all the porn he’s ever watched. He tries to take Jeongguk further in his mouth, but he doesn’t get very far before he can feel tears prickle at his eyes. He pulls back, gasping. His hand keeps tugging at Jeongguk’s cock, but it’s barely big enough to properly circle the whole shaft and it makes Jimin pout. He directs his glistening gaze at Jeongguk who looks, for all intents and purposes, like he’s actually having a stroke.

“You good?” he asks. Jeongguk’s nodding before Jimin’s even done speaking, and it makes Jimin smile. “Who’s eager now,” he mutters.

He lays down on his front ‘cause his elbows are starting to hurt, wasting no time in taking Jeongguk’s cock back into his mouth, effectively cutting off the retort that was at the tip of his boyfriend’s tongue. The taste of Jeongguk’s precum is flooding his mouth, and he can feel how hard Jeongguk’s trying not to thrust up. His other hand moves to his hip just for good measure.

A minute goes by like this, and Jimin doesn’t even care that his jaw is hurting and it’s taking a lot of concentration not to accidentally hurt his boyfriend with his teeth. He loves it, loves the ache and the way Jeongguk’s cock fits so snug and perfect in his mouth. He humps the mattress just a little, hoping Jeongguk won’t notice, but the hand coming up to tug at his hair is indication enough that he has.

“J-Jimin, if you don’t want me coming in your mouth you need t-to stop,” Jeongguk pants, hand gripping Jimin’s hair so tight that a couple tears escape his watery eyes. He shoves Jeongguk’s cock as far down his throat as he can before pulling off, gagging a little as more tears streak down his face. Jeongguk’s hold on Jimin’s hair goes loose as Jimin lets go of his cock and sits up.

Jeongguk wastes no time in kissing him, hands travelling down to grab at his ass. Jimin arches at the touch, lets out a tiny yelp. He’s surprised at how raspy it sounds.

“Now it’s your turn,” Jeongguk growls, before manhandling Jimin onto his front so abruptly that he gets his breath knocked out of him.

Jeongguk grabs his hips then, brings them up till they’re level with his face. Jimin can feel his hands on his ass, thumbs moving towards his hole. He tries to shift so that he can rest on his elbows and peek back at whatever Jeongguk’s doing from between his legs, but he barely gets to see Jeongguk’s cock before he’s being shoved down so that his front is flat on the mattress again.

“Don’t move,” Jeongguk says. “If you don’t like it, say so,” he adds, sounding meek, his hands leaving Jimin’s ass momentarily to caress at his thighs. “I’ve been dreaming of doing this since the 8th grade.”

Jimin stays still, mind racing a mile a minute. When he feels it, his hips kick forward on instinct, Jeongguk’s hands moving quickly to pull him back. “J-Jeongguk, you c—”

He doesn’t get to finish his complaint, his mouth dropping open to let out a choked breath, eyes wide open and looking straight at the wall in front of him, covered with all the band posters Jeongguk’s been collecting since childhood. Patrick Stump is looking straight at him but Jimin isn’t even focusing because Jeongguk’s tongue is on his fucking asshole.

Jeongguk continues, unperturbed, tongue circling Jimin’s hole till his legs start shaking a little. It’s weird, it’s so weird and Jimin doesn’t understand what kinda obscure porn Jeongguk’s been watching. When Jeongguk’s tongue gets inside his asshole, that’s when everything gets clearer.

“Jeongguk!” Jimin yells. His hands grasp at the sheets in front of him, mouth parting to let out a desperate moan that seems to spur Jeongguk on. He alternates between licking broad stripes over Jimin’s hole and sliding his tongue inside till Jimin’s a quivering, whimpering mess. His hands travel back to Jimin’s ass, now that Jimin’s pushing back on his face and not away from it, squeezing Jimin’s cheeks together and diving in like a man starved.

Jimin’s drooling at this point but he doesn’t even care. His keeps his mouth open, whining long and loud. He’s delirious with it, can feel Jeongguk’s precum drying on his lips as new tears make way down his face. He didn’t know having sex could be this emotionally draining and frankly dehydrating but it’s been a rollercoaster of self-discoveries from the second he opened the door for Jeongguk that morning.

When Jeongguk sits back, Jimin misses his tongue so much already he’s about to complain, say sorry for having ever doubted him. His mouth’s been open for so long it’s completely parched and before he can even talk, he feels Jeongguk sliding a finger inside. All he can let out is a quiet, strangled moan.

It’s just a finger, but the last thing that’s been inside Jimin were his own fingers and two of Jimin’s fingers can’t hold a candle to one of Jeongguk’s. It’s relatively quiet as Jeongguk slides his finger in and out Jimin’s ass a few times. Jimin feels the cold air of his room hit his wet rim, can hear Jeongguk’s harsh breathing, the way it stutters whenever his knuckle disappears inside Jimin. He concentrates on that, wondering what a sight he must be from Jeongguk’s point of view.

He spreads his knees further apart and pushes his ass up, hears the hitch in Jeongguk’s breath. All of a sudden, it’s two fingers being shoved inside him. He yelps a little, back arching. “Jeonggukie—”

“You okay?” Jeongguk asks, fingers going still inside Jimin. Jimin nods, whines when Jeongguk retreats and starts rustling in the old wooden chest at the bottom of his bed. After the rustling stops, Jimin can hear the telltale sound of a bottle being opened. It’s thrilling, not seeing what Jeongguk is up to but still being able to guess through the sounds.

Jeongguk’s fingers are back inside him soon enough, and Jimin smiles at the fact that Jeongguk took the time to warm the lube up. He pushes back, languidly, twisting so that he can look back at Jeongguk. He must look like a right mess, eyelashes clumped together by tears and cheeks red from the exertion of moaning his lungs out. Still, Jeongguk looks at him like he’s a work of art.

Jeongguk bends down over Jimin quickly to peck him on the lips, and Jimin can feel his cock pressing against his ass for a split second. He can still feel the phantom feeling of the hard shaft in his mouth, and his eyes travel down Jeongguk’s torso to look at it. He must’ve gotten rid of his boxers and sweats sometime while Jimin couldn’t see him. Jeongguk must notice his staring ‘cause he starts fingering him more harshly, twisting his fingers with intent and going deep, deep, deeper each thrust.

Jimin turns his face back to the wall once his neck starts hurting and Jeongguk’s up to three fingers. He’s moaning quietly, still occasionally pushing back and feeling his knees slip further and further apart on the sheets. “Jeonggukie, it’s okay, I-I’m ready,” he stutters out. Kind of a wild statement, but Jimin honestly feels like he’s gonna die if Jeongguk doesn’t put his cock inside him anytime soon.

Jeongguk shifts till he’s behind Jimin, hands going to his waist. Jimin can feel the tip of his cock just shy of breaching his gaping rim. They hadn’t used a condom the first time and they’d gotten tested together at the same clinic. It’s a testament to the amount of trust they have in each other, and both Jimin and Jeongguk like it better this way.

“Go at your pace, baby,” Jeongguk murmurs. Jimin hides his face in the sheets at the pet name, nods and pushes back till Jeongguk’s tip gets past the clench of his rim. Jeongguk lays one big hand on Jimin’s lower back but stays still otherwise. Jimin keeps going, keeps going till he feels so full it’s almost painful to breathe.

“Is it all in?” he asks.

“No,” Jeongguk admits. “But it’s okay, we’ll just go slow.” He bends down to kiss Jimin’s shoulder, hips tentatively thrusting forward.

Jimin pouts, but trusts Jeongguk and gives the occasional push back. It’s weird, at first. Jimin’s horny enough that nothing could feel weird at this point but still. It’s a cock and it’s up his ass. Nevermind that it’s Jeongguk’s cock and Jimin loves him so much and he’s feeling hormonal enough to have a good cry about it.

It’s when Jeongguk gives a particularly harsh thrust that things take a sharp turn. Jimin’s body goes so taut his whole back cramps. Jimin fucking yells.

“Again!” he pants. “Jeongguk, againagainagain.” He arches his back so that Jeongguk’s next thrust hits his prostate just right. “Your cock has better aim than your fingers, babe.”

Jeongguk slaps him on the ass for that, and Jimin yelps. Bait taken, Jeongguk starts thrusting forward so harshly the bed rattles under their knees. Jimin can feel his cock go deeper, wincing at the uncomfortable feeling but concentrating harder on the way Jeongguk’s hitting his prostate so good. It’s not long before Jeongguk’s balls are slapping against Jimin’s ass, the sound of it making Jimin’s blush spread all the way down his chest.

Jeongguk’s so deep Jimin can feel it in his stomach, arches his back so much it’s borderline painful and runs a hand down his tummy, hoping to relieve some of the tension that’s been coiling in his belly, desperate to get off. When he feels it, feels the tip of Jeongguk’s cock poking at the skin just below his navel, he almost comes on the spot. “Oh my God, oh my God,” he whispers. “Oh my God.”

Jeongguk slows down, worried. “Are you okay?” he asks, but Jimin has started to frantically push back before he’s even done speaking.

“Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop—” Jimin whines. He reaches back blindly till he finds Jeongguk’s arm, tugs at it till he can comfortably grab his hand and bring it to his stomach. He arches his back once again and lets Jeongguk feel for himself, knows the second he feels it too ‘cause his hips give a particularly vicious thrust forward. “Fuck, Jeongguk, fuckfuckfuck.”

Jeongguk nods his agreement in the crook of Jimin’s neck. He’s almost lying entirely on Jimin by now, hand rubbing circles on his tummy, hips moving relentlessly. Jimin feels overwhelmed, by Jeongguk covering him completely, broad and pressing down on Jimin’s back till it’s difficult to breathe, by the way he’s so big inside him and by the slick, dirty sound of his cock making a mess of him. Jimin feels overwhelmed and he fucking loves it.

Before he knows it, he’s coming, and he can’t even feel sad that it’s so soon because it’s been so long and Jeongguk’s so perfect inside him —

His eyes roll back in his head, and his mouth opens in a silent scream as his cum hits the bed. He comes forever, Jeongguk slowing down just enough to properly milk the orgasm out of him, before resuming his brutal pace. Jimin doesn’t even realize he’s making these ugly sounds, these long whines he tries to muffle in the sheets. Jeongguk is having none of it though, hooks his forefinger inside Jimin’s mouth so that he has no other choice but to keep letting out breathy staccato moans and drooling all over the bedding.

Jimin feels it when Jeongguk comes not too long after, feels the hot, wet rush of it inside of him, the way his finger curls down on Jimin’s tongue and the way his entire body goes rigid. As Jeongguk comes down from his high, Jimin closes his eyes, whines at the overstimulation when Jeongguk’s hips give a final, tiny kick forward.

“I can’t believe this is what I ran away from this morning,” Jimin rasps out, Jeongguk's finger slipping from his mouth. He feels some of Jeongguk’s cum trickle out his asshole, and can’t even bring himself to fake being grossed out by it. He fucking loves it.

Jeongguk chuckles, starts to slowly pull out of Jimin. “Don’t,” Jimin whines, Jeongguk stopping immediately. “Stay,” he murmurs, sighing when Jeongguk slides back in, his dick giving a tiny jump inside Jimin at the squelching sound that accompanies the movement.

“Too empty?” Jeongguk asks, and Jimin nods. He thinks he can hear Jeongguk say fuck, that’s hot under his breath, but he’s not too sure. Jeongguk rearranges them till they’re spooning, and Jimin’s seriously considering a nap.

“Do you, uh,” Jeongguk murmurs, after a while spent in comfortable silence, with his hand drawing circles on Jimin’s side. “Do you wanna go again?”

Jimin smiles, halfway to dreamland. “Later,” he says, taking Jeongguk’s hand in his own and bringing it over his waist so that he’s hugging him properly. “Sleep now.”

Jeongguk’s barely there nod against his neck is the last thing he feels before falling asleep.


(They do wind up doing it again. So much Jimin wakes up the morning after and contemplates stripping Jeongguk’s bed and burning the sheets in one big pyre in the backyard. Those sheets have seen things.

Jeongguk just laughs at him, sleep-ruffled and smiling down at Jimin fondly as he keeps whining about the mess they’re lying in. He looks soft in the half-light of the morning sun, all sharp jaw and sweet, moonstruck eyes. He wraps his arms around Jimin and brings him back to his chest, warm and cozy. Tips his head up so he can drop a kiss on his nose, effectively stopping his complaining.

“Later,” he says. “Kiss me now.”)