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Jimin’s arms are starting to protest how long he’s been holding them up to watch his latest science video, a suggestion made to him after Jeongguk had barraged him with twenty links to various Youtube shorts about space. The man on the screen is telling him how black holes form, how a supermassive star’s core will collapse in on itself and all matter around it, including light, will get sucked into its gravitational force.
Jimin thinks he knows something about intense gravitational fields. He’s spent an inordinate amount of time orbiting his own little sun.
He’s only sort of paying attention though, and has probably missed key important facts, the sound of the shower turning off in the bathroom across the hotel room far too distracting. He’s mildly annoyed, having returned to his room to find Jeongguk had already invaded, his bathroom occupied and Jeongguk’s chunky boots an obstacle to overcome in the entryway.
Jimin knows Jeongguk is planning to go out with the others for dinner so he’s not sure why he had to come to Jimin’s room but there’s a lingering warmth somewhere in his chest, an acknowledgement that he likes all the traces of Jeongguk left around his room, his space. The jacket he’d worn is splayed over Jimin’s side of the bed, the bag he lugs around everywhere thrown onto the couch, an assortment of rings and earrings and bracelets left scattered on the desk next to the window looking out over Toronto. Jimin’s suitcase has clearly been ransacked for something to wear, too.
The bathroom door clicks open and Jimin wiggles up the width of the bed, having taken up residence along the bottom half. He’d changed into a long-sleeve to stave off the cold as they’d rushed out of the venue and feels it riding up now, partially exposing his belly. His head tips off the edge of the bed just enough to catch a glimpse of Jeongguk as he walks out.
“You know this is my room, right?” Jimin greets, unsure if the sudden wooziness he’s feeling is from dangling his head over the edge of the bed to get a good look at Jeongguk or if it’s from the sight of Jeongguk’s very well defined, naked pecs.
He’s in nothing but a towel that he’s definitely, intentionally wrapped far too low on his hips to rile Jimin up, water droplets trickling down his bare skin salaciously. Jimin notes that he’s left one of his necklaces on — also intentional, Jimin knows — the white gold links settling over the curve of his pecs. His pecs that he’s gotten so big, Jimin can’t stop reaching for them whenever he can just for a squeeze.
He’s gotten as big as he’d been during the military again, maybe even bigger, but now every time he moves, he ripples. His muscles are thick and well defined, the line of his shoulders sturdy and broadening, the long hours in the gym paying off. He’s the very definition of temptation, right down to the playful smile he’s giving Jimin.
“Everything of yours is mine,” Jeongguk says without missing a beat, a second towel in his tattooed hand rubbing through his hair to dry it off. He walks over to Jimin with an assuredness that Jimin should find irritating but instead works exactly as intended. Jimin takes a deep breath through his nose, a hand reaching out to touch, his phone forgotten somewhere on the bed.
He can smell the clean, citrus body wash Jeongguk’s used — the one Jimin uses because Jeongguk likes it — slowly bleed into the room.
“I don’t recall agreeing to that,” Jimin says, teeth digging into the side of his cheek to keep from whining when Jeongguk swats his hand away.
“Why would I care if you agreed or not?” Jeongguk’s right hand is curling around the base of Jimin’s head and this time, Jimin can’t help the sigh that slips out, Jeongguk’s strong fingers cradling the base of his head and holding it up.
Jimin’s eyes trail up the length of Jeongguk’s tattooed arm, swirls of black ink coming to an end at his shoulder and swallows. His gaze flickers to Jeongguk’s upside down face, brows furrowing together and pouts, affronted by Jeongguk’s audacity. “What if I don’t want to share everything?”
Jeongguk leans down, the towel in his hand tossed onto the bed and shakes his head like a dog, splattering Jimin’s face with residual water. There’s a shit-eating grin on his face, a laugh bubbling out of him when Jimin grimaces and smacks him in the shoulder.
“It’s a little late for that.”
“Oh yeah?” Jimin rubs the sleeve of his shirt across his face, irritated but unfortunately undeterred from wanting Jeongguk’s attention. “What if I dump your smug ass, hm? What are you going to do then?”
“Come crawling back,” Jeongguk murmurs, his lips finally meeting Jimin’s.
The kiss is just as horny as Jimin had hoped, Jeongguk’s tongue pushing past Jimin’s eager lips and licking into his mouth hotly. But Jeongguk is taking his time, denying Jimin the urgency beginning to simmer to a boil under his skin. He pushes Jimin’s hand away when he reaches to touch him, hand tightening in Jimin’s hair, reminding Jimin to stay.
He’s to receive what he’s being given, not ask for more.
Jimin whines at the silent instruction, pushing up into the kiss despite Jeongguk’s hand fisting into his hair tighter and tighter.
“Someone’s greedy,” Jeongguk says, pulling away and denying Jimin even this. Jimin glares up at him, even more annoyed when Jeongguk just grins back in amusement, planting a soft peck to the tip of his nose.
“As if you didn’t start it,” Jimin bites back, licking his lips, eyes fixed on Jeongguk’s mouth, on the mole just under his lip. “What’re you even doing here, anyways? I thought you wanted to go out to eat.”
“There’s still time,” Jeongguk says, kissing Jimin chastely before standing back up. His hand falls away and Jimin finds himself face to face with Jeongguk’s legs, head falling back and hitting the side of the bed. He’s shifted even farther along the bed than he thought, his spine arching awkwardly down.
“Time for what?” Jimin shuffles back down the bed, his shirt riding up even further. His room’s too cold, the airconditioning still on from this morning but it’d been cold at the concert, the chilly night air only kind until the sweat cooled off against his skin. He reaches down to cover his belly but Jeongguk catches his hand, brings it right to his naked thigh and leaves it there.
“For me to feed you my cock.” The towel around Jeongguk’s legs has disappeared, left pooled somewhere on the floor and Jeongguk’s cock greets Jimin’s face, hanging heavily between Jeongguk’s thick thighs.
Jimin sucks in a breath, mouth watering at the sight.
To Jimin, Jeongguk is perfect in a million ways, maybe even insufferably so — people should have flaws, but Jimin would be an outright liar if he claimed Jeongguk’s cock wasn’t the most perfect cock he’d ever seen. Jeongguk probably wouldn’t enjoy hearing Jimin admit that he’s watched his fair share of porn, afterall, they were both horny teenagers once, too busy yearning and pining and not exchanging hand jobs in cramped dorm room beds yet.
But Jimin has seen the best of gay porn’s penises, and Jeongguk’s cock is both girthy and big, but not so long that Jeongguk can’t bury it to the hilt inside Jimin’s eager, waiting mouth, the tip squeezing down his throat, teetering on painful. The weight of his cock when soft is already enough to make Jimin’s mouth water but fully hard, he’s even bigger, even heftier, requires Jimin to use both of his small hands to fully appreciate it.
“Jimin-ssi,” Jeongguk says, right hand wrapping around the base of his cock and squeezing, hand sliding slowly up to the tip. Jimin watches the movement like a hawk, watches Jeongguk’s thumb rub over the tip before it pushes along the base of his circumcised head, a breathy sigh escaping him. The motion is even hotter every time Jimin catches a glimpse of his tattooed knuckles, of the stupid little emoji Jeongguk has tattooed over his middle finger. “If you look that eager, you’ll give me ideas.”
“You can think whatever you want,” Jimin replies, fingers digging into the meat of Jeongguk’s thigh to bring him closer, to get to his meal quicker.
“I thought my head was already too big.” Jeongguk is grinning, hand moving up and down his own length leisurely, like he has all the time in the world and Jimin isn’t waiting, mouth already hung open. “Or do you just love my cock that much?”
“Stop teasing,” Jimin says, knows that if Jeongguk actually wanted to tease him, he would do so much worse, have Jimin crying and shaking, a bully unwilling to hear Jimin’s pleas for mercy. “Thought you were going to feed me. My mouth’s still empty.”
“Mm, always such a brat until there’s a cock stuffed in one of your holes, huh?” Jeongguk says, taking Jimin’s hand from his thigh and holding it open to spit down into it before wrapping it around his length. His hand almost entirely covers Jimin’s own and he uses it like it belongs to him, stroking himself using Jimin’s hand along his slowly hardening length. “Just can’t help yourself, can you, Jiminie? And then you’re going to tell me I’m mean, beg me to stop cause it’s too much.”
Jimin doesn’t think it’s very fair for Jeongguk to be running his own mouth when he can feel the heat of Jeongguk’s cock in his hand, something electric jumping across his skin until it grounds in his belly hotly. He’s too distracted to reply, straining up to stroke Jeongguk’s length despite Jeongguk’s tight control over his hand.
“You want cock so bad that you’ll suck it while I’m still soft, hyung?”
“Like it,” Jimin says, wishing Jeongguk’s cock was already buried down his throat, his nose buried into Jeongguk’s neatly trimmed pubes. The scent of citrus and Jeongguk’s groin would be so thick and encompassing, Jimin could forgo the need to breathe. “Like it when I can feel it harden because of my mouth.”
Jeongguk snorts but Jimin can tell he’s pleased. He’s rewarded for his honesty when Jeongguk tugs himself out of Jimin’s hold and laces their fingers together, squeezing Jimin’s hand in his own. He shuffles a little closer, tapping the tip against Jimin’s waiting tongue with a loud, wet smack. The sound rings loud and clear in the quiet of the room.
“Go on then,” Jeongguk says, voice darkening, a challenge lingering in the air. “Get me hard.”
Jimin doesn’t have much shame left, not when he’s sucked Jeongguk off more times than he can remember and especially not in a hotel room in some foreign corner of the world. So he doesn’t hold back when he pulls himself up, tongue licking a fat, wet stripe along the underside of Jeongguk’s cock, his nose nudging into Jeongguk’s balls in the process. He loves how Jeongguk’s skin tastes, the saltiness that still remains there even after he’s freshly showered, how his tongue licks along Jeongguk’s tightening skin, blood rushing south.
The weight of Jeongguk’s cock lands on his face with a thump, heavy and impossible to ignore, and Jimin mouths along it, licks against Jeongguk’s balls until Jeongguk shifts his legs apart wider. Jimin sucks one of Jeongguk’s balls into his mouth, touch gentle and careful, listens to Jeongguk hiss, his cock still sitting against Jimin’s face.
It’s not until both of Jeongguk’s balls are glistening with spit that Jimin finally returns his attention back to Jeongguk’s cock. He ignores the wet drop of Jeongguk’s balls hitting his forehead, laving at Jeongguk’s cock, nose dragging along the underside as he makes his way to the tip. The angle makes it a little difficult to get the tip in his mouth but Jimin is anything if not a perfect host. He lets his head drop, tilting his chin up until Jeongguk’s cock lines up with his waiting mouth.
He sucks the tip in, tongue swirling around the head, one hand fisted in the sheets and the other clinging to Jeongguk’s, his thumb stroking circles into Jimin’s skin. Jimin’s not sure how long he spends just on the tip, slurping Jeongguk’s cockhead into his mouth for so long that there’s spit dribbling past his lips and leaving a wet trail up Jimin’s face.
He’s dizzy from the angle, but he wants Jeongguk so hard he can taste the precum all the way at the back of his throat when he finally thrusts it in. It doesn’t help that Jimin loves to suck cock, even if the only cock he ever wants to suck is Jeongguk’s. Any discomfort he’s in is simply the price to have Jeongguk fuck his throat so hard he comes untouched.
He gives himself a small reprieve, Jeongguk’s cock resting on his face as he sucks in a breath, mouthing at any patch of skin he can get to. Jeongguk’s definitely harder than when he started, but Jimin can’t quite see his expression, a whine slipping out when he can’t confirm if Jeongguk is happy, if he’s aroused.
“You’re so sloppy,” Jeongguk comments, voice gravely. He cards Jimin’s hair back, fingers dragging against Jimin’s scalp and sending a shiver down his spine. “Making a mess everywhere, baby.”
“Aren’t — Aren’t you gonna put it in?” Jimin asks between breaths, already whiney and desperate. He’s tired of craning his head up, neck sore, thinks he’s half hanging off the bed, so hungry for Jeongguk’s cock.
“Mm,” Jeongguk hums, nudging Jimin back. He squirms down the bed, losing Jeongguk’s hand in the process but his eyes are trained on Jeongguk’s cock. It curves up perfectly, hanging mid-air, weighed down by its own mass, a thick, prominent vein running up the length along the underside. “Do you have any idea how fuckable your mouth is, hyung?”
He shakes his head, isn’t sure what Jeongguk’s hung up on as he cradles Jimin’s head in a hand, staring down at him with an unwavering intensity. His thumb is rubbing up and down against his neck, the touch driving Jimin insane.
“Jeonggukie,” Jimin starts, reaching out for him again. Jeongguk catches his hand, leaning down to plant kisses along the pads of Jimin’s fingers.
“I know you know,” Jeongguk says, a roughness to his voice that doesn’t feel entirely like arousal. “You know how crazy you drive me, how you always have everyone doing a double take and yet you still — you still go around hugging everyone, hm?”
Jimin’s brow furrows, Jeongguk’s teeth nipping at his fingertips. “I didn’t hug — ”
At the end of the concert, he’d given Namjoon a quick hug to congratulate him on another successful show before they’d made a dash for their waiting cars to get back to the hotel.
“When did you even see that?” Jimin knows it’s the wrong thing to say as soon as the words leave his mouth, Jeongguk’s teeth suddenly a lot sharper against his skin. He tugs Jimin’s head to the side, bending down, his cock falling from Jimin’s sight.
“I told you, didn’t I?” Jeongguk says intently, the room so quiet that Jeongguk’s words seem to echo around them. “I’m always watching you, Jimin-ssi.”
“Then you should know,” Jimin says slowly, his gaze never wavering from Jeongguk’s for even a second, “I only have eyes for you. I’ve only ever had eyes for you.”
He doesn’t add that he’s had his eyes on Jeongguk longer, too.
This isn’t the first time Jeongguk’s been jealous and Jimin knows it certainly won’t be the last. If he’s being honest, he likes it. Likes that Jeongguk gets annoyed if Jimin offers even a sliver of additional kindness to someone else, or if another man happens to drape an arm over Jimin’s shoulders or let his touch linger on Jimin for just a split second too long.
Jeongguk always gets much more handsy afterwards, his touch that much more possessive, that much rougher like he needs to embed himself under Jimin’s skin. Sometimes, Jimin thinks that even that wouldn’t be enough for Jeongguk and the thought licks hotly through him, echoed in return.
He likes everything about Jeongguk, honestly. Even that he’s annoying the fuck out of Jimin right now, denying Jimin his hard won cock.
Jeongguk lets out a frustrated exhale so Jimin persists, going a little cross-eyed from the angle and with Jeongguk so close to his face. He squeezes Jeongguk’s hand, bringing it down to his cheek and nuzzles into it.
“I’ll only ever want you, Jeonggukie. I’ll only ever want to suck you off, only ever want you to fuck me, to touch me, to hold me.” He pauses, turning Jeongguk’s hand over so he can press a kiss to the J and then the M along his ring finger before ensuring Jeongguk’s eyes meet his. “So it’s really fucking annoying that you’re not doing any of that right now.”
“I’m touching you,” Jeongguk says evenly, his grip in Jimin’s hair tightening. “You’re the one who gets annoyed if I touch you too long.”
“You’re fucking insatiable.”
“If it was up to me,” Jeongguk says, as if Jimin hasn’t just accused him of never being satisfied, “I’d lock you up and never let anyone see you, touch you, hug you again.”
Jeongguk’s closed the gap between them, his mouth hovering above Jimin’s, the words ghosting over Jimin’s skin until he breathes them in. Jimin can feel each one lodge into his ribs, armour being built around his heart. “You would just stay on my cock all day.”
Jeongguk’s voice shakes with need, with a desperation that Jimin rarely receives so openly. He thinks he can taste it on his tongue next to the salt of Jeongguk’s cock.
“You’d like that wouldn’t you, hyung?” Jeongguk adds, quieter, rougher.
Jimin’s cock aches painfully, breath fluttering in his chest. Heat pools in his gut and fuck, he is so tremendously, unequivocally fucking out of his mind in love with this stupid man. His voice trembles when he replies, “And what about the tour?”
“Fuck the tour,” Jeongguk says, kissing Jimin with a little too much heat, their teeth knocking together in his hurry, his need. His teeth bite into Jimin’s lip, an animal tearing its way through their meal and Jimin shivers, hand curling around the back of Jeongguk’s neck, mouth ready, open, waiting. Their tongues slide together hotly and Jimin moans, eager for Jeongguk to plunder him.
“I’m gonna fuck,” Jeongguk says, pulling away just enough that he can meet Jimin’s heated gaze, “Gonna fuck your throat raw, baby.”
“Whatever you want,” Jimin breathes out, feels the heat in his cheeks, the eagerness thrumming under his skin. “Hyung is yours.”
“Everything of yours is mine,” Jeongguk echoes from earlier, a smirk widening across his face as he pulls back.
“Everything of mine is yours.” Jimin agrees easily, nodding, praying that Jeongguk will hurry up.
He opens his mouth obediently, already reaching back for Jeongguk when he stands. His hands settle on Jeongguk’s thighs, sticky with sweat, his cock hard enough that it’s beginning to strain against his cargo pants.
His head’s not quite on the bed, has just enough give that when Jeongguk lines himself up with Jimin’s mouth, the angle is perfect for him to drive himself right in.
He doesn’t, because he’s a terrible tease and wants to trace Jimin’s lips with the tip, leaving behind the sticky residue of his precum. Jimin can taste the salt, tongue following along Jeongguk’s cockhead like he’s starved.
Jeongguk has this crazed look in his eyes, his free hand trailing lower until he reaches Jimin’s neck, squeezing gently. He murmurs, more to himself than Jimin, “So perfect for me, aren’t you?”
And then he finally pushes his cock in, lets the tip push past Jimin’s plush lips and watches Jimin’s eyes flutter shut, a groan of satisfaction vibrating around his cockhead. Jimin can taste the precum and the pulsing, virile heat of Jeongguk. He’s that much more wound up, and Jimin sucks on the head hard, willing more of it in.
“Fuck,” Jeongguk hisses, pushing himself deeper into Jimin’s mouth, every inch stretching Jimin’s lips further and further. By the time he’s buried nearly all the way in, Jimin can feel the familiar ache in his jaw, his fingers digging into the meat of Jeongguk’s thighs.
Jimin can feel the tip just at the back of his throat, breathes through his nose, and feels Jeongguk’s hand squeeze around his throat. Jeongguk pushes himself the remainder of the way in and Jimin’s eyes squeeze shut, the tip pushing down his throat. He can barely breathe, Jeongguk’s balls pressing right into his face, his cock buried so deep down his throat, Jimin can’t do anything except swallow.
Jeongguk groans above him, his hand tracing over the head of his own cock as it bulges out against Jimin’s throat. The longer Jeongguk holds himself there, the woozier Jimin feels, completely cut off from any air.
“If only you could see yourself right now, hyung,” Jeongguk says, incapable of holding back how affected he is. Every word comes out dipped in awe, buzzing with how deeply aroused he is. “Could see how perfectly you’re made to suck my cock.”
Jimin’s nails dig into Jeongguk’s thighs harder, his lungs burning as his body strains against the large obstruction in his throat. Jeongguk finally takes mercy on him, pulling back, the tip of his cock resting against the roof of Jimin’s mouth, allowing him to suck one greedy breath in after the other despite the spit smeared along his face.
His respite is short-lived, Jeongguk driving his length back down Jimin’s mouth and throat, the tip hitting the back of his throat and squeezing down. Jimin chokes, an obscene gurgle filling the room. He can’t keep his eyes open, tears spilling past his temples, the scent of Jeongguk’s cock and balls stuffing itself so far down Jimin’s nose, he’s not sure he remembers what the hotel room smells like anymore.
“Mm,” Jeongguk hums appreciatively, thrusting in and out of Jimin’s mouth, his balls slapping Jimin in the face every time he buries himself down Jimin’s throat. His pace is almost forgiving, giving Jimin a split second to get a breath in before he’s being choked out again.
But Jimin loves this, loves the weight of Jeongguk’s cock every time it pushes in, loves the burn in his lips as they stretch to accommodate Jeongguk’s girth. He just loves Jeongguk’s cock so much.
“I always say how greedy your cunt is for cock but baby,” Jeongguk says, burying his cock all the way down Jimin’s throat. He thinks he can feel the heat of it all the way in his belly, suffocating around Jeongguk’s size, eyes nearly rolling all the way into the back of his head. “This hole is so hungry, too. Do you think I’ve been neglecting it?”
Jeongguk emphasizes his words by squeezing around Jimin’s neck, tightening Jimin’s throat around his own cock. Jimin is quickly running out of air, his nails raking down Jeongguk’s thighs as he struggles to stay lucid.
“I can see it, you know. My cock,” Jeongguk says reverently, holding himself in place, fingers tracing over the outline of his cock against Jimin’s throat. “Every time I push all the way in, it just slides right down.”
Jimin whines, body going slack, his grip slipping from Jeongguk’s thighs. Jeongguk takes mercy on him, drawing back out and hums appreciatively, his hand following the movement of his cock against Jimin’s throat. He gives Jimin a moment to recover, cradling Jimin by the base of his neck.
Jimin gasps for air, coughing around the cock still in his mouth, precum dripping onto the roof of his mouth. He blinks through the blur of tears, dizzy from the angle and his own sheer want and can barely make Jeongguk’s looming presence over him.
His own cock strains against his pants, arousal a constant thrum under his skin but he wants Jeongguk to come all over his face, make a mess of him. He wants to taste Jeongguk’s seed in the back of his throat all week.
“You’re so pretty, hyung,” Jeongguk murmurs, stroking Jimin’s cheek, his hand tangling into Jimin’s hair. “Look so good around my cock, make me feel so good.”
Jimin responds by squeezing his mouth harder along Jeongguk’s length, tongue pressing into his cock and sucking. Jeongguk lets out a pleased moan, and warmth floods though Jimin, the sound of him slurping around Jeongguk’s cock filling the room.
“Fuck,” Jeongguk exhales, whatever little control he’s been holding onto snapping at Jimin’s relentlessness, his eagerness to satisfy. He thrusts into Jimin’s mouth without any restraint, and Jimin squeezes his eyes shut, letting his jaw go slack.
Jimin’s attempts at sucking a breath in are lost in the wet thwop of cock fucking into his mouth, Jimin’s head firmly grasped in Jeongguk’s hands. Every time Jeongguk’s cock hits the back of his throat, Jimin chokes, a wet, muffled cry escaping around Jeongguk’s cock. There’s no respite, just the sound of his own gurgles for air, spit frothing around his mouth and Jeongguk’s balls slapping him in the face.
His hands have scrambled from Jeongguk’s thighs to grip his wrists, Jeongguk’s hips pistoning forward and Jimin can barely breath, feet digging into the mattress as his vision swims.
“You just love sucking cock, don’t you, Jiminie?” Jeongguk says, his voice breathy and touched with his own desperation. Every word comes out gravelly, affected by how close he is. “Can’t — Can’t fucking get enough of it.”
Jeongguk curses somewhere above him, his weight shifting forward. His cock buries all the way to the back of Jimin’s throat, Jeongguk’s hands gripping his head so tight it hurts. For a moment, Jeongguk holds himself there and Jimin’s forced to swallow around the tip, tears slipping from his eyes. “Shit, you’re so good for me baby, so tight.”
He’s close, his thrusts becoming shorter and rougher, and Jimin’s whole body strains against the lack of oxygen in his lungs, desperate for some air.
Suddenly Jeongguk pulls out completely and Jimin’s chest heaves, lungs burning as he takes in a greedy breath, spluttering. He’s panting, vision blurry but Jeongguk’s cock is still in front of him.
“Jeon — Jeonggukie?”
“’M right here,” Jeongguk says, the tip of his cock pushing at Jimin’s mouth and Jimin lets it fall right back in, his hand finding Jeongguk’s. He grips it tightly, tongue swirling around the head of Jeongguk’s cock.
“Suck,” Jeongguk instructs and Jimin pulls the cockhead further into his mouth but Jeongguk doesn’t let him take it in any further. Instead he wraps Jimin’s hand around his cock and uses it to Jerk himself off, the face furious and seemingly not enough.
Jimin can feel the pulsing heat of Jeongguk’s cock, the way it twitches, how he bucks forward, letting just a little more of himself slip into the wet heat of Jimin’s mouth. He moans at the taste, at Jeongguk’s impatient need.
“Fuuuck,” Jeongguk groans, the sound drawn out and so pretty, Jimin’s toes curl. His own cock aches just as Jeongguk buries himself all the way back in. Cum shoots down Jimin’s throat, and Jeongguk has enough wherewithal to pull back, dragging his length through Jimin’s mouth. The head smears cum all the way to his lips, the warmth of his cum coating every inch of Jimin’s mouth.
Jimin kisses the tip, attempting to swallow the mess in his mouth but Jeongguk pulls out entirely, allowing the last few spurts to splatter across Jimin’s face. He sighs, heartbeat drumming loudly in his ears, head falling back down.
Jeongguk has taken a step back, his cock still in his hand. Jimin can taste the bitter salt of his cum in his mouth, spit and whatever landed on his face dripping down his cheeks. He licks his lips very intentionally, showing Jeongguk the mixture of cum and spit on his tongue before he swallows it down.
“Fucking hell, Jimin,” Jeongguk groans out, stumbling forward. “What am I going to do with you, hm?”
The bed dips under his weight and he shuffles down until he can swing a leg over Jimin’s prone body, straddling him. Jimin strains his head up, the ache between his shoulder blades far more prominent than he’d hopped. But he barely has a moment to register it, Jeongguk’s big hands tugging him down the length of the bed without much preamble, giving Jimin’s neck some much needed relief. He looks up at Jeongguk, still out of breath, the taste of Jeongguk’s cum still spread across his tongue.
“Hyung,” Jeongguk says, squeezing Jimin’s waist between his hands, his eyes hungrily drinking the bare skin of Jimin’s belly in. “My pretty baby, you’re so good for me, too good, honestly.”
Jimin blinks, a hand reaching out and Jeongguk leans right down, his necklace dangling in the air between them, and kisses Jimin so thoroughly, he nearly forgets about how hard he is, how badly he wants to come. He gets lost in Jeongguk’s kisses, in the way his tongue licks into Jimin’s aching mouth just to taste himself there.
Jimin wraps his arms around Jeongguk’s neck and tugs him closer, whining when he can’t push up against Jeongguk’s hip to seek his own relief. Jeongguk has him pinned to the bed, hands gripping him so tightly at the waist, Jimin thinks he might leave marks.
It’s enough of a lucid thought that Jimin breaks the kiss, however reluctantly, a string of spit still connecting their mouths together.
“Want,” Jimin starts, his voice so hoarse it hurts even to say such little, still out of breath. He’s lucky they have a few days off between Toronto and Chicago because he’s going to be getting knowing looks from everyone while he nurses his voice back to health.
“What do you want, baby?” Jeongguk murmurs, reaching for the towel Jeongguk had abandoned on the bed earlier. He uses it to wipe Jimin’s face clean, kissing Jimin’s cheeks, teeth sinking gently into Jimin’s jaw as his mouth finds its way back to Jimin’s lips.
“Wanna come.” Jimin breathes into Jeongguk’s open mouth, their tongues meeting in the middle. He rolls his hips up to demonstrate just how hard he already is to Jeongguk and gets a soft chuckle for his trouble.
“I’m impressed,” Jeongguk asks, palming over the hard outline of Jimin’s cock through his pants. Jimin whines, fingers tangling into Jeongguk’s hair and gripping tight, pushing his hips upwards into Jeongguk’s touch. “I’d have thought with so much cock in your mouth, you’d have come all over yourself.”
He’s not wrong, of course. Jimin has come in his pants while sucking Jeongguk off plenty of times but usually he at least has something to rub up against: Jeongguk’s leg, the bed, his own hand if he’s allowed to use it. On any number of occasion, Jeongguk’s tongue in his ass. He always lost at getting Jeongguk off before he came and then paid for it all night when Jeongguk would keep him teetering on the edge, denied his next orgasm.
“You just want me to say how much I liked sucking you off,” Jimin says, his voice croaking out of him, throat sore and raw. He grimaces, reaching to rub at his throat, eyes half-lidded as he watches Jeongguk’s eyes fixate on his fingers against his throat.
“And didn’t you? Sucked me off so good, you forgot all about your little cocklet.” Jeongguk says, his tone huskier than before. He squeezes Jimin’s cock for emphasis, and Jimin’s breath stutters out of him, mouth pinching into a pout.
Heat floods through him, cheeks flushing red. Jeongguk loved teasing Jimin about his size and the humiliation always licks up Jimin’s spine deliciously, his head buzzy with arousal.
“It’s hard for me, you know,” Jimin murmurs, letting his fingers trail down from Jeongguk’s jaw to the length of his neck. He tangles a finger into Jeongguk’s necklace, cock twitching as it sways, back and forth, a temptation.
“What’s hard for you, Jiminie?”
“Thinking about anything when I have your big, fat cock in me,” Jimin replies, finally meeting Jeongguk’s gaze. He’s trying to be sultry but it’s harder to get his words to come out breathy when his throat’s been so thoroughly used. It has the intended effect anyways.
Jeongguk is looking at Jimin like he’s ready to devour Jimin all over again, and Jimin wouldn’t mind. He has another hole.
“You really are so shameless, aren’t you, hyung,” Jeongguk says, sounding just as breathless as Jimin feels.
Jimin grins, tugging on Jeongguk’s necklace to bring him closer. “Isn’t that what you like best about me?”
“I like everything about you,” Jeongguk says easily, closing the distance between them to kiss Jimin again. He adds between kisses, sucking Jimin’s bottom lip into his mouth, “Everything about you is perfect.”
Jimin can’t help the giddy rush that swims through him, doesn’t even whine at the bite of Jeongguk’s teeth in his lip when he sinks them in. He breaks away, soothing over the bite he’s left with his tongue, lips trailing down. Jeongguk kisses his way down Jimin’s neck, mouthing along the skin until heat curls in Jimin’s gut pleasantly. Jeongguk’s nose drags along his skin, the heat of his body enveloping Jimin and warming him right up.
“If I’m so perfect, why haven’t you let me come yet?” Jimin combs Jeongguk’s hair back, hands stroking over his broad shoulders and doesn’t think too hard about how easily Jeongguk dwarfs him now, how he feels a little dizzy when he thinks about how big Jeongguk is.
“I’m sorry,” Jeongguk says, words muffled into Jimin’s skin. “My baby’s been so patient and so good, such an eager little cocksucker.”
Jimin tries to stifle the surprised moan that slips out of him, heat flooding his cheeks, but Jeongguk’s onslaught continues, now encouraged. He unbuttons Jimin’s pants, his hand working its way in and Jimin squeezes his eyes, gasping when Jeongguk’s hand dips under the waistband of his underwear to wrap around his painfully hard cock. He jerks up into the touch, chasing pleasure and Jeongguk coos, hand sliding all the way down to the base, smearing the sticky mess of precum Jimin’s cock has been trickling this whole time all the way down. He gives the base a squeeze, glancing up at Jimin, a dark glint in his eyes.
“You want me to suck you off baby?” Jeongguk asks, stroking Jimin’s length, but his touch is too light, the pace too slow.
“No, I — o-oh,” Jimin’s breath catches, fingers digging into Jeongguk’s skin, Jeongguk’s thumb digging into the slit before he rubs Jimin’s cockhead into his palm. Jimin’s leaked so much precum, the slide is easy and wet and he’s already so close, he doesn’t think he’s going to last much longer.
“I should just stay,” Jeongguk says, thinking out loud. His hand continues to work Jimin up, his touch becoming firmer, strokes faster. “Should take my time getting you ready for, what did you call it again? My big, fat cock.”
“But — but what about d-dinner?” Jimin can’t help the way his hips buck up into Jeongguk’s grip, how the heat of Jeongguk’s hand enveloping his cock makes him feel a little crazed. Jimin fits into Jeongguk’s large hand too easily, nearly his whole length disappearing inside.
“I can eat you instead,” Jeongguk murmurs, kissing Jimin again. His hand never stills, twisting on the upstroke and Jimin lets out a pathetic mewl, spit dribbling past his lip when Jeongguk pushes his tongue in.
The kiss is messy, Jimin barely able to keep up as Jeongguk sucks on his tongue and then licks into his mouth, his other hand curling over Jimin’s jaw, gripping him by the chin until his fingers dig into Jimin’s cheeks. The weight of him pins Jimin down to the spot so surely that Jimin can’t even wiggle an inch in any direction.
He pushes Jimin’s head back into the bed, and Jimin is helpless, doesn’t even think about putting up a fight, too busy chasing his orgasm. Jimin knows Jeongguk is very aware that he likes being manhandled but the thrill still sends shivers down his spine even now. Jeongguk just makes it seem so easy, like he barely has to use any of his strength to pin Jimin down onto the bed.
Jeongguk never stops kissing him, knows Jimin is weak to it, but pauses between each kiss to whisper filth to Jimin, driving Jimin closer and closer to completion. “You gonna wait for me, baby? Gonna let me crawl back into bed with you and slip into your tight, wet heat? Or are you gonna pretend you’re asleep? You like that don’t you, baby?”
“J-Jeongguk,” Jimin says, his name falling from Jimin’s lips with a desperation that has him near delirious. Every word out of Jeongguk’s mouth riles him up further, finally pushing him over the edge, his hips stuttering up into Jeongguk’s hold. “I’m coming!”
“That’s right, pretty baby. Come for me.”
And Jimin does, wet strings of cum splattering between them and making a mess along both their abdomens. Jimin’s moan pitches so high it catches in his throat, a silent cry of pleasure echoing between them as he arches off the bed, nails digging into Jeongguk’s skin.
His orgasm pulses through him in waves and Jeongguk strokes him to oversensitivity, Jimin collapsing back onto the bed and whining, tears clinging to his lashes. He buries his face into the crook of Jeongguk’s neck, attempting to burrow back into the bed, squirming away from Jeongguk’s touch.
“No more,” he cries out, clinging to Jeongguk’s broad shoulders and refusing to let go.
“Look at me.” Jeongguk only says it once, Jimin falling back onto the bed to meet his gaze, his hand squeezing around the base of Jimin’s cock. He’s holding himself up on his forearm, his eyes tracing over Jimin’s features, drinking him in, the softest smile on his lips.
“Mm, what a good boy,” Jeongguk praises, kissing Jimin’s sleepy eyes and then pressing a firm kiss to Jimin’s lips. “You made a mess all over yourself, Jiminie.”
“’S’okay,” Jimin mumbles, wondering if he had time to get some laundry done tomorrow. They were supposed to have the day off before the next schedule at some park. His hand trails down Jeongguk’s chest, dragging through the sticky residue of his cum and spreads it over Jeongguk’s abs. “Got you messy, too.”
“Are you marking me with your cum?” Jeongguk looks entirely too pleased at the idea and Jimin should have known better, even if something dark and possessive curls in his gut at the thought. Jimin didn’t like sharing either.
“Yeah,” he says, licking his lips. He blinks back sleep, a bonelessness settling into him post-orgasm, his throat still sore from how hard Jeongguk’s fucked it. “It’s only fair when you came all over my face.”
“What am I supposed to do? You look even prettier with my cum all over you,” Jeongguk grins, his eyes practically twinkling as they take Jimin in. “I don’t have time for a second shower, you know.”
“Good,” Jimin says, pulling on Jeongguk’s arm so he’ll finally let go of Jimin’s cock. He brings his hand up, showing Jimin the mess of cum and arches a curious brow. “Everyone should know you’re mine.”
“You know other people don’t even register for me, right?”
“They shouldn’t look at you,” Jimin says, his eyes slipping shut. He’ll get up later and take a shower, or maybe Jeongguk will find him still lying here when he gets back, covered in his own cum. “You’re too hot, it’s…it’s not fair.”
“It’s all for you, baby,” Jeongguk says, kissing Jimin thoroughly. Apparently, Jimin can’t keep his eyes open but he can return Jeongguk’s filthy kiss, moaning into his mouth when his tongue slides against Jimin’s. He only pulls back when Jimin feels light headed from how long they’ve kissed, Jeongguk’s grin evident from the happy lilt of his voice. “You’re so cute.”
Jimin thinks he says something but he’s not sure.
He wakes up later, finds himself tucked into bed, a pillow under his head. His phone is on charge next to him within arm’s reach and Jeongguk has even taken his clothes off, wiping him clean.
He smiles, chest swelling with love and affection despite the fact that Jeongguk has very intentionally left him naked. Maybe he will pretend to sleep when Jeongguk finally slips back in.