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Jeongguk stares down at him, jaw slack. “Are you…”
“Serious?” he guesses. “Sure? Yes, to both. Only if you want to.”
“I want to. I want you. God, you have no idea how bad I want you.”
He runs his thumb along Jeongguk’s lip, breath hitching when the younger ducks his head just enough for it to enter his mouth, tongue flat along its entire length. Just one finger in Jeongguk’s mouth and he could probably come to that image alone. He is so fucking gone. “Trust me, I have some idea.”
Jeongguk’s lips close around his thumb to suck briefly before pulling away with a wet pop. “Do you have a condom? Lube?”
He nods his head, excitement already curling in his gut. “Under the bed. Brown box.”
“Have you done this before? With another guy?”
“Once,” he admits. It wasn’t anything to write home about, a quickie with another idol after an awards show. Fucking someone famous at least meant he didn’t have to worry about word getting out, but they still signed an NDA a couple days after to make sure. Very romantic.
Jeongguk frowns, a small crease appearing between his eyebrows. “Hate thinking about you with someone else.”
He turns his head to press a kiss to Jeongguk’s wrist beside his head like an apology. Jeongguk responds with a kiss of his own, against Jimin’s jaw, before climbing off to get the box. He locates it with ease, grabbing what they need and leaving the couple of sex toys behind with a look that says they will absolutely be brought out at a later date.
He drops the items on the bed, turning his attention instead to Jimin, who is already tossing aside his shorts and briefs. He pushes Jimin back down and gently bites the older boy’s lip. “I wanted to do that.”
Jimin smiles, fingers curling around the bottom of Jeongguk’s shirt next. “Sorry.”
He rolls his eyes, letting Jimin tug the shirt over his head. “You’re so impatient.”
“Jeongguk-ah. I have been half in love with you since we met. There’s only so many years of patience I can manage.”
“Half?” he asks, running his hands along Jimin’s torso, exploratory now that he’s no longer restricted to places to massage.
“Back then,” Jimin says, carding a hand through the maknae’s hair. “Though I didn’t understand it at first.”
Jeongguk takes his time exploring with both his mouth and hands, shifting back slowly until he’s between Jimin’s legs. He litters kisses along the inside of Jimin’s thigh, making the older clench and unclench his aching muscles. “And now?”
“Take a guess,” Jimin huffs, then sucks in a breath when Jeongguk bites his thigh in retaliation. “Ah, brat.”
“A brat you’re half in love with,” he quips before sucking over the bite mark, leaving a dark bruise behind. He gives it a peck, like he’s proud of his work, and it makes Jimin smile.
“Not half.”
He hums, large hands sliding up to spread Jimin’s legs wider. “Three quarters?”
Jimin laughs. “Try again.”
“One quarter?”
“You always were– Shit,” he breaks off as Jeongguk mouths at his balls, tongue swirling lazily as one hand comes up to grip his hips. There’s an absolutely demonic glint in the younger’s eyes when he pulls back a minute later.
“What was that?”
“You always were awful at math,” he finishes.
It’s Jeongguk’s turn to laugh this time, air puffing across bare skin. “But I’m great at anatomy.” He punctuates the sentence by licking a stripe up Jimin’s shaft and dropping a kiss to the head. The precome now smeared on his lips shines in the lowlight and Jimin feels the intense urge to kiss it off of him.
He decides to do just that, tugging Jeongguk up until their mouths connect, tasting himself as he swallows the younger’s moan.
“You’re gonna have to do most of the work tonight,” he mumbles after. “I’m too sore.”
Jeongguk grins. “Tonight? Already planning for future hookups?”
His rolls his hips up as his grip tightens on Jeongguk’s hair, ignoring the protest of his muscles. “That all this is to you? A hookup?”
Jeongguk’s eyes are already struggling not to roll back, neck on display from how Jimin has his head tugged back. Jimin wants to suck hickeys into it, curses every god he can think of that he isn’t allowed to.
“N-no,” Jeongguk answers, hips bucking forward automatically to try to chase the pressure when Jimin lets himself drop back to the bed. “Didn’t mean it like that.”
Jimin settles for kissing his throat instead of sucking on it, grip loosening on his hair. “Good. Because I don’t like imagining you with anyone else either.”
A click draws Jimin’s attention to the lube now opened in the other boy’s hand, breath shaking in anticipation. Jeongguk draws back, Jimin’s hand falling from his head and grabbing onto the duvet preemptively.
He pushes Jimin’s legs up for better access and tucks a pillow underneath him, making sure to leave a few wet kisses to the skin as he goes, like he wants to put his mouth on every inch of Jimin that he can. It makes Jimin feel treasured, loved, something he’s never associated with sexual pleasure before.
“K-Kook,” he stutters, eyes fluttering closed when his cheeks are pulled apart and that mouth makes its way to his entrance. “Ah, ah fuck.”
Jeongguk hums, tongue sliding along his rim before pushing in slightly. It’s so different from the feeling of fingers, wet and hot and soft, and it leaves him panting within the minute.
“So good, so so good.”
The younger’s tongue continues to fuck into him, occasionally drawing out so Jeongguk can suck on his rim or lick up his perineum. He can feel spit dripping down his cheeks and it makes him squirm, wanting more, imagining Jeongguk’s come there instead.
“Jeongguk,” he groans.
Jeongguk tips his head up, lips swollen and glistening. “Jimin.”
“Want you inside now,” he says. “Please. Please, Jeongguk-ah.”
“Patience,” Jeongguk reminds him, kissing his knee. “I haven’t even got my fingers in you yet. You wanted me to do all the work tonight, remember? So let me.”
He groans again, throwing an arm over his face and making the younger chuckle.
“You deserve to be taken care of,” Jeongguk says, then dives back down to continue eating him out, seemingly content to do that for the rest of the night. As nice as it feels, he will lose his mind if he isn’t stuffed with this man’s dick soon. He never pegged himself as the needy type in bed, but that was before having Jeongguk feasting on him like a five course meal.
His hips jump when he feels fingers wrap around his cock, slightly wet with spit. Jeongguk sets a steady pace, tongue continuing to drive into him. A moment later, the hand on his asscheek disappears and then a slicked up finger is pushing into his hole right beside that sinful tongue. He whines, both at the extra sensation and because it’s not enough.
Jeongguk seems to understand, another finger joining the first, absolutely obscene noises being made as he stretches them apart while his tongue keeps working. Of course the golden maknae’s natural talents would extend to the bedroom. He’d think it was unfair if said talent wasn’t being used to turn him into a keening mess.
Jeongguk lifts his head to shush him, adding a third finger in replace of his mouth. “Do you want the hyungs to hear us?”
He is ashamed to say his cock responds positively to that—he's always been a bit of an exhibitionist—and the younger obviously notices, judging by the cheeky tsk of disapproval.
“Jimin-ssi, you’re mine now, remember? Only I get to hear these noises.”
He muffles his moan against his arm. Mine mine mine.
Jeongguk draws up onto his knees, giving his hard length a few more strokes before hooking a palm under his right leg, taking advantage of his flexibility and pushing until his knee is at his chest.
“You should know I don’t share well,” Jeongguk murmurs, fingers stroking along Jimin’s walls, so much deeper than his can ever manage, only rarely hitting his prostate in what must be purposeful teasing. “Do you know how crazy it made me seeing Taehhyung’s hands all over you last night?”
He can’t fucking think straight, world narrowed down to no more than the two of them. “W-what?”
“I know he was just doing it to rile me up, but it still worked.”
He wracks his brain through the haze of pleasure, suddenly remembering the game, sitting on Tae’s lap, the weird touching. He’d fucking laugh if he weren’t so busy panting. That’s what that was about? “Y-you’re– Nng, God.”
He’s unsure if it’s a mercy or not when Jeongguk pulls his fingers out. “Not quite, hyung.”
“Shut up,” he huffs, moving his arm aside to see Jeongguk smirking up at him. “You’re so unserious. It was just Tae.”
“Mine,” Jeongguk repeats before sucking a hickey onto his unblemished thigh to mimic the first. He watches through hooded eyes as the younger pulls away to quickly get rid of the last piece of clothing separating them, tossing the boxers aside before sidling up close, cock resting against the swell of his ass. He bites his lip at the sight, at the size, at the overwhelming feeling of desire. It’s a fucking shame he doesn’t have the energy tonight to push Jeongguk back and suck him dry.
Jeongguk leans up to grab the condom, ripping the package open with his teeth and sliding it on swiftly with one hand. Everything he does is so effortlessly hot. Despite telling him to shut up a minute ago, Jimin thinks he might actually be god touched.
He drizzles enough lube onto himself that it's clearly going to end up making a mess and lines himself up, watching Jimin closely. “Tell me if you need me to stop, okay?”
Jimin nods, blanket bunching beneath his closed fists, knowing there’s no way in hell he’s going to be asking for that. He feels Jeongguk start to press into him, excruciatingly slow, and he clenches automatically, making the younger hiss.
“So tight. How are you still so tight?”
He lets himself relax again, relishing the drag of Jeongguk’s cock as it enters him. “It’s a gift.”
Jeongguk gives a breathy chuckle, which breaks off into a groan. “Taking me so well though.”
He lets out a pleased sigh when Jeongguk bottoms out, loving the stretch, loving the fact that it’s Jeongguk inside him. He never thought he’d have this and he already doesn’t think he’ll ever be able to live without it.
Jeongguk leans forward and he wastes no time grasping at the younger’s back. “Closer.”
He doesn’t get a brazen joke about how close they already are, Jeongguk simply covering his body and kissing the corner of his mouth. “Never close enough.”
He nods, words escaping him as Jeongguk starts moving. Their eyes are locked onto each other, the intimacy of it only heightening his pleasure. Jeongguk’s cock fills him so perfectly, like they’re matching puzzle pieces, and he wonders if it would be the same if he were in Jeongguk instead. Thinking about that with the younger currently thrusting into him makes him moan, too loud in the quiet of the dorm.
Jeongguk nips at his jaw in warning. “You’re really looking to be caught out, huh?”
He answers by reaching over until he gets his hands on the remote for his speaker, turning the volume up a few notches. Jeongguk apparently takes that as the go ahead to drive into him harder, the creaking of the bed now covered by the music.
“You feel unreal. Don’t know how I didn’t– Didn’t fucking come the second I got inside you.”
His nails dig into Jeongguk’s back, rewarding him with a moan muffled against his neck. It goes straight to his head that he tests Jeongguk’s control without even trying. He hopes it’s clear that it goes both ways.
Unable to keep his hold on the other boy with the way his muscles are aching, he lets his hands fall to the bed. Jeongguk immediately lifts one to gently kiss his knuckles before positioning them to either side of his head, twining their fingers. In contrast to that tenderness, the younger pulls out of him almost completely before slamming back in, stealing the air from his lungs. He doesn’t get a chance to catch his breath as Jeongguk keeps up the punishing pace, hitting his prostate with every thrust.
His back arches and he can’t help the broken moan that escapes him. Instead of hushing him this time, Jeongguk fucks him harder, the squelch of lube and slap of their skin a constant background noise to accompany the music. He loses himself in it, in the feeling of Jeongguk in and on and around, unsure just how many minutes pass before the younger is speaking again.
“So beautiful, hyung. All the time. But especially now. Wish you could– Ah, wish you could see yourself right now.”
He sucks in a ragged breath, cock achingly hard against his stomach. “Nothing compared to you, Kook.”
“Agree to disagree.”
He’d agree to almost anything right now. He wants to say as much, but the way Jeongguk is pistoning into that sensitive bundle of nerves inside him is robbing him of thought. When he lets out another dangerously loud moan, Jeongguk quickly untangles a hand from his to press it over his mouth.
“Hyung, I really love the way you sound, but we did not lock that door.”
He’s well accustomed to getting off quietly, but this is different. This is the boy he loves fucking him so exquisitely that he can barely recall his own name.
“I promise, the next time we’re alone, I will gladly make you scream.”
He shivers, eyes rolling back despite how bad he wants to keep them on Jeongguk. The constant assault on his prostate is making restraint particularly difficult and he lets out another groan, grateful for the hand against his mouth. He prods it with his tongue until Jeongguk gets the memo to put those fingers in his mouth and he sucks hungrily, making the other boy curse.
“So good,” he slurs around the digits, enjoying the way it makes Jeongguk’s pace stutter. “Make hyung feel so good. Fill me so well. Never want anyone else. Just–” He hooks his legs behind the other boy, muscles trembling, knowing they won’t be there for long. “Just you. Only you. I’m yours. I’m yours.”
The grip on his hand is almost painful when Jeongguk comes, but he doesn’t care, clenches down as Jeongguk continues to nail him expertly until he spills over his chest and abdomen untouched, toes curling, drool dripping from the corner of his open mouth where Jeongguk’s fingers are still stuffed.
His cock spasms a few times as Jeongguk rides out the last waves of his orgasm and he wishes there weren’t a condom separating them, wishes he could feel the younger’s seed emptying inside him, dribbling out against his ass. He groans when Jeongguk leans down to lick the come off of him, removing the fingers from his mouth to wipe up any he can't reach with his tongue, swallowing greedily. It's fucking pornographic.
They stay clinging to each other after, even when his legs drop back down to the mattress and they're both completely soft. He soaks in the closeness, the way Jeongguk kisses him so slow and sweet.
“Love you,” he mumbles, pressing a kiss to Jeongguk’s head as it’s buried in his neck.
“Mm, more than a half?” Jeongguk murmurs back.
He smiles, wrapping his arms around Jeongguk loosely, letting them rest against the younger’s shoulders. “More than half.”
“I love you too. More than half.”
Giddiness bubbles inside him and he laughs. “I couldn’t tell. It’s not like calling myself yours made you come almost instantly,” he teases.
Jeongguk sniffs. “I refuse to be embarrassed about that.”
“Good, ‘cause it’s true.”
“I’m yours too. Think I always have been, even when I didn’t know it.”
He rubs his thumbs against the other’s skin, more comforted by the words than he can say. He wants to remember everything about this moment, hopes he never forgets even a second of it.
When Jeongguk finally pulls out, he immediately misses the feeling of him, but falling asleep with his dongsaeng’s dick in him would probably traumatize any bandmate who might open his door in the morning. What a shame.
Jeongguk cleans them up, lowers the volume of the music again, and then tugs the blanket off the bed, even as Jimin lies on it like a dead weight. He bunches it up and stuffs it into the closet to be dealt with tomorrow and finally locks the door before returning to maneuver them both under the single sheet.
He wastes no time draping himself over Jimin, covering as much of his hyung as he comfortably can. “I’ll be your blanket tonight, okay?”
Jimin hums, content, when a sudden thought occurs to him. “Hey, what was it that Tae promised you for that bet?”
Jeongguk doesn’t answer, which only serves to pique his curiosity.
“Jeongguk-ahhh,” he calls, tipping the younger’s head up with two fingers. “What was it?”
He watches in awe as Jeongguk manages to blush now, after everything they just did. “He said he’d get to dress you instead.”
Jimin narrows his eyes, not buying it in the slightest. “You know I can just ask him instead, right?”
Jeongguk groans and pulls away from the hand on his chin to half hide his face in Jimin’s chest. “He said he’d– Get you to wear a skirt.”
It’s not what Jimin expected, but he feels a grin forming on his face as Jeongguk peeks up at him to gauge his reaction.
He runs a hand through Jeongguk’s hair, pushing it off the boy’s forehead. It’s a little sweaty, but he doesn’t mind, understanding Jeongguk’s insistence after practice about him not being gross. “You could always just ask me, baby.”
Jeongguk’s eyes squeeze shut. “Stop. You’ll make me hard again. And we need to sleep.”
He laughs and pinches Jeongguk’s cheek lightly, already planning ways to use the knowledge to drive the younger insane. “Alright, alright. Rest well, Kookie.”
“Mm, you too, hyung.”
He lets his eyes drift shut, lulled to sleep by the soft hum of music and Jeongguk’s steady breaths against his chest.
It takes another two months before Jeongguk admits that the exact words Taehyung used for the bet were slutty little skirt.