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Jungkook closes the door of his apartment, turns around, looks at the beautiful man who is currently removing his shoes and carefully placing them on the shoe rack, and he wants to run away. 

He also wants to stay, but his fight or flight instinct kicked in the moment Jimin stepped through the door, and it’s currently set on flight.

It’s ridiculous. Jimin is both hot and pretty, and granted, they’ve known each other for all of two hours, give or take, but he already can tell the man is also smart and funny. It was in the way they flirted back at the club, and how Jimin had sized him up right away. 

Jungkook is introverted and still a little shy, even though he had gotten better once he had started attending his art school. But still, he could pat himself on the back for having gathered the nerves to go talk to Jimin, managing to charm him enough to not get rejected outright.

Jimin had seemed to get it, and they had just hit it off. Really, they had probably spent a bit too much time talking considering they had been at a club, but Jungkook had been grateful because it gave him the time to hype himself up to make a proper move on Jimin. 

Except Jimin had made the move first. He had stepped into Jungkook’s tiny space bubble, looked up into his eyes with the most alluring gaze Jungkook had ever seen, mumbled something about Jungkook being “so fucking cute” and then leaned up.

Jungkook’s brain had short-circuited, but fortunately, his primal instinct had kicked in and saved the day, and he had leaned down, until their lips had met. Jimin’s hands had moved to his shoulders, then one had slipped into his hair. They had deepened the kiss at the same time, Jungkook had smoothed his hands down Jimin’s body until they had reached his ass.

It hadn't taken very long for both of them to grow hotter, bothered, and somehow, Jungkook’s limbic system had had him inviting Jimin over to his place.

Jimin had chuckled.

But then he had said yes.

And now here they are, in Jungkook’s apartment, and he’s rarely been so nervous in his life.

The thing is, over the past few months, Jungkook has developed a fear that he’s actually pretty sucky in bed. So now, he’s scared to disappoint. And he really, really does not want to disappoint. Jimin is beautiful, funny, witty, his laugh sounds like the soundtrack to heaven. 

Jungkook wants to impress him.

“Nice apartment,” Jimin says, turning to him with a smile.

After taking his own shoes off, Jungkook finally takes a few steps towards him. “Yeah. I’m renting with my best friend. He’s with his boyfriend for the night.”

Jimin gives a nod. “You got the whole place to yourself tonight,” he says, a subtle smirk playing on his lips.

Jungkook nervously scratches his nape. “Yeah, I guess.”

There’s a pause. Jimin is looking at him, hands in his back pockets, head cocked to one side. He seems to be waiting for Jungkook.

So Jungkook mentally shakes himself and walks up to him. He slips his hands around Jimin’s waist, softly rubs his thumbs in circles just above Jimin’s hip bones. He can do this. He can have moves, like the cool guys.

Jimin’s hands leave his back pockets and go to his arms. He seems to be appraising the strength in them as he squeezes lightly. Jungkook tries to subtly flex. He doesn’t know if the subtle part of it works, but Jimin’s eyelashes flutter just a little, and then he licks his lower lip, and Jungkook’s instinct yells at him to go for it, so he dives down, kisses Jimin’s full lips, tasting their soft plumpness against his. 

Jimin kisses back, softly nips at Jungkook’s lower lip as his hands wander up, his fingers threading gently through Jungkook’s undercut, which is just a tad too long now. 

Jimin makes a little noise that goes straight through Jungkook’s lower body and he breaks the kiss but stays so close that they’re breathing each other’s air. Jungkook knows his mouth is open as he stares at Jimin’s lower lip, all rosy and shiny and plush, inviting like a piece of ripe peach.

“How about we do that somewhere more comfortable?” Jimin says, bringing Jungkook’s attention back to his enthralling eyes.

Manners, Jungkook.

“Yeah, uh, let me take your coat,” Jungkook manages to say, taking a step back, eyes raking up and down Jimin’s body. Jimin chuckles, and Jungkook berates himself. He usually has more self-control, but the mix of nerves and arousal is doing something dangerous to his brain.

He stares again as Jimin slips his denim jacket off, and hopefully, Jimin thinks that Jungkook is only appreciating the sight, and not also taking the first step down a never-ending spiral into the abyss of self-loathing.

Taking Jimin’s jacket and going back to the entrance to carefully drape it on a hanger and place it in a small closet gives Jungkook about a minute to regain some countenance. He takes two additional seconds to ignore the voice in his head telling him he’s about to mess this up royally and turns back, only to be met with the sight of Jimin plopped down on the sofa of the small living room, an arm on the backrest, looking at him like he’s about to cast a spell on him.

Jungkook is already willing to sell his soul for one night with this man, so there really isn’t much left to bewitch.

He simply lets himself be pulled by Jimin’s inviting smile and he slides down on the sofa next to him, while Jimin promptly angles himself towards Jungkook.

Jungkook turns to look at him, and Jimin closes the gap immediately, kissing him softly. At least, he seems just as eager as Jungkook is, which slightly relieves the stress building up within. Jungkook responds, pushes back against Jimin’s mouth a little, and then, without warning, Jimin throws a muscular leg over Jungkook’s lap and straddles him. He’s deepening the kiss, and when his warm tongue gently prods Jungkook’s lips, the latter opens with a sigh, welcoming the warmth inside.

It feels great. Better than that, it feels amazing. Jimin knows how to switch between softly exploring and pressing harder, and Jungkook almost lets himself be taken away, but then the voice of his ex rings sourly in his head, and his hands, which he had placed gently on Jimin’s waist, contract suddenly.

Jimin makes a sound and pulls back, panting slightly. “You okay?” he asks, because of course he’s also going to be considerate.

Shit, shit, shit. Jungkook should be focused on pleasing the man to the best of his abilities, not worrying about his ex. But that’s exactly the issue. He’s not sure about his abilities anymore.

“I’m good,” Jungkook says, forcing a smile and willing his hands to relax on Jimin’s delightfully small waist.

Jimin seems to appraise him, then smiles too and leans back down, giving little kisses and nips to Jungkook’s jaw. And Jungkook tries to revel in it, but that ridiculous, cartoonishly shrill voice is back in his head, and as much as he tries to pretend, Jungkook knows he’s basically see-through.

Jimin leans back again, this time a frown marring his face. “You know, if you don’t want to anymore, that’s okay. Just tell me.” There’s no bite in his tone, he just seems genuinely worried that Jungkook isn’t into it and that he’s too afraid to say so.

So Jungkook gives up. He doesn’t want Jimin to misunderstand. The guy has been careful to not sit square on his cock, but if he had, he’d know just how hard Jungkook actually wants it. There’s just this part of his brain that is trying to cockblock him, and he doesn’t know how to shut it up.

He takes a deep breath, and decides to come clean. He’ll probably look pathetic, but at least, the air will be clean between them.

“Fuck,” Jungkook mutters, eyes darting around, avoiding Jimin, “I just… Look, this might make you run away and that’s fine, I’d understand, I just think that I should tell you…” 

He finally looks at Jimin as he bites his lips, playing with his lip ring, and the way Jimin’s dark eyes zero in on his mouth should be hot, but his nerves are preventing him from enjoying it. He really needs to get it off his chest. “I’m possibly… not very good ?” He states it like it's a question.

Jimin cocks his head. 

“At sex,” Jungkook clarifies, “I’m not very good at sex.”

There’s a moment of silence while Jimin is probably trying to figure out whether Jungkook is joking. When Jungkook remains completely and nervously serious, Jimin asks, “Why do you say that?”

Jungkook lets his head fall back on the backrest of the sofa and sighs. “My ex told me I was actually pretty bad in bed. I have no game. Stuff like that.” He has closed his eyes to confess this to Jimin, who’s essentially a stranger. But a stranger that Jungkook feels an intense connection toward, and he doesn’t want to let him down.

“Ah,” Jimin simply says, softly. Jungkook opens his eyes and is met with a gentle gaze, although there’s a little bit of mirth in the depth of it.

“You know you already got me, right? You don’t need to make things up, I’m already very willing.”

Jungkook can’t blame Jimin for assuming this might be a trick. He’s had enough conversations with dudes to know many will say about anything to get in bed with someone as hot as Jimin. Jungkook isn’t one of those dudes, because, sadly, he’s currently very much lacking that kind of arrogant self-confidence.

“Trust me when I tell you, I’d rather be confident and cocky,” Jungkook sighs, closing his eyes again. He’s waiting for Jimin to fly off his lap and disappear into the night, and the suspense is killing him.

Jimin hums under his breath, and Jungkook opens his eyes again, his stomach twisting in renewed nerves.

“How about,” Jimin starts, pauses, licking his lips, and Jungkook can’t stop his eyes from following the movement. “How about,” Jimin starts again as he readjusts himself in Jungkook’s lap, “we test your ex’s hypothesis?”

That brings Jungkook’s eyes back to Jimin’s.

“Let’s proceed scientifically, okay? Let’s get empirical evidence of your lack of game.”

Jungkook is dumbfounded. That’s not what he expected. “Empirical evidence?”

“Yes,” Jimin replies. “Your ex laid down an hypothesis. However, you have to test a hypothesis, otherwise, it’s just a thing you say and it doesn’t have a valid, empirical basis backing it up.” He’s sporting a grin that makes his eyes turn into crescents, and Jungkook thinks he’s never seen a prettier smile in his life. 

Jungkook’s brain is churning. “But… he based that hypothesis on experience?” he ventures.

“Ah but, the experience needs to be replicated. We need to gather data. And for that, the hypothesis needs to be tested again, you see,” Jimin explains with confidence.

“And how would we test it?” Jungkook asks, but he’s smiling too, now. He met Jimin not even three hours ago, but he already knows that he could fall so easily for him. He doesn’t think he’s ever met someone so pretty, funny and surprising all in one tiny, compact package.

“We need to proceed incrementally,” Jimin says, dead-serious. “However, we need to get you in a relaxed state before we start properly. Otherwise, the baseline will be spoiled.” 

Jungkook raises an eyebrow, wondering what Jimin means. Is he going to massage him or something? He’s not sure that would relax him at all, having Jimin’s pretty hands rubbing his already overheated skin.

Jimin leans forward and murmurs, “Let’s just kiss for a little bit, mm-hmm?”

Jungkook manages a whispered “okay,” before their lips meet, slow and soft. Jimin seems to be testing the waters, to see if a simple kiss will send Jungkook running in fear, but the way he’s moving his mouth against Jungkook’s, with little nips and longer movements, while one of his hands sneaks again behind Jungkook’s head and scratches lightly at the back of his skull, the other cupping Jungkook’s face, makes tingles erupt all over Jungkook’s skin and he forgets about his doubts. 

Instead, he’s placing his hands around Jimin’s waist again, marveling at the daintiness of it. He rubs softly up and down, and Jimin lets out a little moan, breaking the kiss for a second to lick his lips before he dives back and carefully nudges Jungkook’s mouth open with the tip of his tongue.

With Jimin apparently not repulsed by Jungkook’s confession, Jungkook is all too happy to comply again, and the warmth and sweetness of Jimin’s mouth almost makes him groan. He can’t help but push a little, trying to deepen the kiss while tightening his embrace around Jimin’s middle, one hand reaching the back of Jimin’s head so he can pull him in closer. Jimin gets the hint and angles himself while his hand creeps higher up to the top of Jungkook’s head where his hair is longer, and he threads his fingers through it, until he suddenly pulls, breaking the kiss.

They’re panting, breaths mingling, and Jungkook thinks he’s never been so hard from just kissing in his life. He’s hot all over, even concerned that he might start sweating like he’s ran a sprint, and really, the speed at which his heart is beating makes him feel like it.

Jimin leans forward and hovers his lips over Jungkook’s flushed cheeks, barely pecking his way around.

“Let’s remove your shirt, yeah?” Jimin murmurs, dropping tiny kisses along Jungkook’s jawline. Which means he’s definitely close enough to hear Jungkook’s loud gulp when he nods.

Jimin merely smiles and leans back, letting his hands trail down Jungkook’s body until they reach the hem of his t-shirt. He slips his fingers under it, then slowly lifts. Jungkook quickly helps, feeling that maybe, with one less piece of garment on him, the sweating won’t be so bad.

With the shirt removed and discarded, Jimin pauses and looks at Jungkook’s now naked torso. He licks his lips. Blinks. Looks up at Jungkook's face.

“Fuck. I knew you were probably built, but damn,” he says, making Jungkook flush even deeper.

Jungkook is built, yes, and he’s tattooed, too. He designed most of his own tattoos, and he’s proud of them, as well as of the definition of his abs and pecs. The truth is, he originally started going to the gym because he thought a little bit of exercise would do him some good, what with most of his time being spent over notebooks and canvases, drawing and painting. 

He took a liking to it when he realized that he always felt better afterwards and so he’s been going consistently for a while. Then, a trainer there, Namjoon, told him about the magic of nutrition, and suddenly, he was putting on muscles and appreciating what he saw in the mirror a lot more than he used to.

So, he’s pretty happy with how he looks, and he knows that some people like it too. But the way Jimin looks at him is something new. He doesn’t remember having anyone look at him with what could only be described as raw hunger.

Jimin’s hands roam over his torso, pause on his pecs, then get back up to settle on his shoulders. Jimin’s eyes fix him, prompting his heart to skip a beat then accelerate like it’s trying to make up for its misstep. It accelerates some more when Jimin leans in, lips close to his ear, and murmurs “Lie down.”

Maybe it’s a polite request, maybe it’s an order, maybe Jungkook shouldn’t so thrilled by it, but his body complies all on its own and slides sideways until he’s lying down on the sofa with his head on one of the armrest, and somehow, Jimin kneeling between his legs.

“Let’s uncover the goods, shall we?” Jimin says with a wink. He shimmies down a little and Jungkook laughs despite his nerves. Jimin unbuttons his jeans, and slowly pulls down the zipper. He’s taking his time, like he’s unwrapping something precious, and Jungkook feels weirdly warm about it. He doesn't think anyone has ever taken such care in undressing him.

After making sure the jeans are well open and slightly pulled down, Jimin takes a minute to appreciate the tent in the underwear underneath, before pulling on the elastic and reaching inside, uncovering Jungkook’s hard dick.

“Oh,” Jimin says, looking intently, eyebrows slightly raised. He licks his lips yet again, and says, three tones lower than just a few seconds ago, “I guess we now know that the size isn’t the issue.”

Jungkook groans in embarrassment. He knows that. He’s not enormous, but he’s quite well hung. He’s glad that this seems to please Jimin, but really, he’s more worried about his technique than his dimensions.

Jimin trails his fingers on Jungkook’s abs, raising goosebumps in their wake, carefully avoiding Jungkook’s cock for now. Jungkook is doing his best, but he can feel he’s about two seconds and one fingernail scratch away from starting to leak.

“You’re still good?” Jimin asks.

Jungkook can’t look at the way Jimin eyes him, like he’s maybe the most appealing dessert on the counter of a Michelin star bakery. So he covers his eyes with the back of one hand and hums a “yeah”.

He thinks he hears a faint chuckle, and then one hand is slowly brushing down, and maybe covering his eyes was a bad idea, because he’s not prepared, whether physically or mentally, for a warm hand that closes on his very hard dick. 

It squeezes a little on the way down, unclenches, squeezes back up, covers the head, and oh. He’s leaking. It’s so sudden that Jungkook is worried Jimin will take it as a sign that he’s got no control in bed. That he’s one of those guys who can’t rein it in.

So maybe he needs to see to better prepare himself.

He lifts his hand away from his eyes and decides to put it to good use by letting it tighten around the edge of the cushion of the sofa.

As he does so, Jimin’s hand squeezes back down, this time with precum making the glide easier, filthier, but also even better.

Jungkook doesn’t know where to look. Jimin’s eyes are so dark, his cheeks rosy, like he’s enjoying this almost as much as Jungkook. His hand is small around Jungkook’s girth, which is vaguely registering as obscene in Jungkook’s mind as it comes back up again.

Then Jimin’s thumb presses into his slit, drawing out more precum. Jungkook closes his eyes and tightens his hold on the cushion.

“Hey, Jungkook?”

Jungkook opens his eyes and is greeted with the sight of Jimin licking his precum-covered thumb. 

They both groan.

Suddenly, Jimin pushes up until both of his hands are on the armrest on each side of Jungkook’s head, and his face is hovering way too close to Jungkook’s, who never thought he’d get a heart attack in his twenties.

Jimin is looking him in the eyes. “The taste isn’t the problem either,” he whispers with a smirk.

“Fuck,” Jungkook breathes out. Maybe he’s about to pass out. “Did you need to test that?”

As he shimmies back down between Jungkook’s legs, Jimin simply replies, “I need all possible data to reach an informed conclusion.”

Then he dives down and licks Jungkook’s cock, balls to tip, before wrapping the head between his lips and giving it a suck.

“Shit,” Jungkook chokes out, knuckles white on the cushion as he superhumanly prevents himself from thrusting up into Jimin’s mouth. Jimin’s lips stretched around his member is some sort of elevated obscenity, probably what porn would look like if it was made by Heaven Incorporated.

One of Jimin’s hands is pushing the thigh of his bent leg to the side, forcing him open, but the other sneaks in and starts fondling his balls as Jimin’s mouth slowly glides down on hismember.

Between his intense arousal for Jimin, his nerves, his lack of sexual encounters in the last few months, and whatever kind of technique is being used on him, Jungkook knows he won’t last. He will make the most valiant effort to not come within the next twenty seconds, but deep down, he knows he’s done for. And maybe Jimin will judge him for it, but as pleasure mounts up, with soft pressure on his tight balls and a slick and warm mouth seemingly intent on engulfing him entirely, Jungkook is no match. 

His lower belly is tightening, most of his blood is heading towards one single destination and he can barely stop his hips from rocking back and forth.

Jimin’s mouth is sliding up but his small hand is following, squeezing, the thumb pressing harder up. Jimin’s tongue does something unholy on the underside of his cock and then his entire mouth is coming back down and this is so much. So, so much.

Jungkook’s slightly trembling hand goes to Jimin’s soft, blond hair, but he snatches it back, worried he’ll do something Jimin doesn’t like.

He gets about three seconds of respite as Jimin slides off his cock, looks at him with parted, red, plump lips, shiny with spit. Then he takes his hand and puts it back in his hair, before diving back down, almost swallowing his shaft so far down that Jungkook thinks maybe he’s imagining it because surely, it shouldn’t be possible.

Realizing he has his hand in Jimin’s hair, Jungkook dazedly decides to give it a test and carefully tightens his fingers in Jimin’s locks. He gets a moan in return that sends shivers from his cock to the top of his skull, and so he gently pulls up on the locks, forcing Jimin half-off his member, before pushing back down.

He’s never done anything like that, but Jimin seems to enjoy it, little sounds and moans reverberating around Jungkook’s hard length with every hesitant push and pull. Jimin seems to catch Jungkook’s hesitation, so he starts accompanying his movement and they fall into a rhythm.

It can’t last long however, because Jungkook has never been blown like that and frankly, he’s about to explode. 

He pulls a little more on Jimin’s hair, trying to get him off his member, mumbling about how he’s going to come, but Jimin suddenly puts his free hand on the one Jungkook has on his head and pushes.

Fuck. He has about three seconds left.

Jimin's warm mouth has come back up so he has his thick lips wrapped around Jungkook’s cockhead, his other hand still squeezing up and down. He gives a hard suck, Jungkook’s hips jerk up, his entire body seizes, and he’s coming, spilling into Jimin’s mouth uncontrollably.

He’s not sure if he made weird noises or just opened his mouth silently, but as he comes down, heart beating too fast, blood pounding in his ears and brain a complete mush, he realizes that Jimin is holding his hip down against the sofa and he’s still suckling him dry.

Jimin finally lets him go with a smack of lips and he’s moving up so he can be face to face with Jungkook again. He’s smiling, and Jungkook naturally answers with his own lazy smile.

“How are you feeling?” Jimin asks with a wink.

Jungkook doesn’t answer. He simply pulls Jimin down for a kiss, tasting himself on his tongue and finding it sexy.

This god of a man just did that for him. If he hasn’t saved a village in a previous life, he’ll definitely do it in his next, as repayment.

Jimin pulls away, apparently more aware than Jungkook himself that the latter is still panting slightly from his orgasm. He seems delighted, which makes Jungkook chuckle.

“Why you look so happy?” Jungkook mumbles, his brain still too mushy to be more articulate.

Jimin’s eyes widen, and he shakes his head. “Do you know most guys don’t want to kiss after getting sucked off?”

“They don’t?” Jungkook frowns. “Why?”

But Jimin merely chuckles, shaking his head. “Don’t worry about it, pretty.”

Jungkook would keep frowning, but Jimin is leaning back down to kiss him again, so, well.

Eventually, Jungkook regains enough clarity to remember Jimin’s offer to test his abilities, so he asks, “So, did this help with testing the hypothesis?”

“This was just to get you to relax,” Jimin replies. “Are you relaxed now?” he adds, smiling widely.

Jungkook laughs, “Yeah, I am.”

He kisses Jimin again, then decides that he can’t be the only one having fun tonight, so he brings one hand to the front of Jimin’s pants and cups it. Jimin is hard. So very hard. And it’s strangely satisfying to Jungkook, even though he hasn’t done much to get that result.

“Let’s take this to your bedroom,” Jimin says, breaking their kiss again, but Jungkook notices the very subtle way in which Jimin is moving his hips, rubbing his front against Jungkook’s hand just so faintly.

“Let’s do that,” Jungkook says in a breath, just the right amount of nerves coming back. 

He tucks himself back in his pants and they get off the sofa, Jungkook naturally taking Jimin’s hand in his as he leads him to his bedroom. He doesn't notice the slight flush on Jimin’s cheekbones when he does it, and maybe if he had, he would have gotten the hint that Jimin is just as excited about the night to come, but as it stands, he just thinks he is the luckiest man alive.

They step inside Jungkook’s bedroom and Jimin lets go of his hand as he walks a little further in while Jungkook closes his door. His roommate might spend the night at his boyfriend’s, but you can never be too careful. When he turns around, he admires Jimin in his simple white t-shirt and his tight leather pants. Not to be superficial, but Jimin has a body to die for, and Jungkook wants to explore every centimeter of it with his lips.

He’s brought back from his thoughts when Jimin comments, “Nice. Very tidy.”

Jungkook looks around like he’s seeing his own room for the first time. “Uh, thanks.” 

That earns him a chuckle and he smiles sheepishly. To distract himself, and, hopefully, Jimin, from the flush creeping up in his face, he gestures towards another door. “That’s the bathroom.” He lets his arm fall back down, unsure what he should do. He knows what he wants to do, but he doesn’t want to press Jimin.

“Is this where you work on your art?” Jimin asks, sauntering towards Jungkook’s art station. That had come up in the conversation back at the club, and Jungkook is pleasantly surprised that Jimin remembered. Most people seem to forget anything discussed prior to a hook-up, so it makes him feel a little warm and fuzzy that Jimin was actually paying attention to his ramblings.

Jimin is now standing in front of his art station, looking at it with interest. There is an easel against a wall, and neatly stacked canvases next to Jungkook’s desk, on which he has arranged a pile of notebooks and several pencil cases. Several art folders are leaning against the other side of the desk, organized from smallest to biggest in size. There's a small supply storage cart under the desk which he can pull in and out easily when he needs it. He knows it’s nothing much, but it works for him.

“That’s so cool,” Jimin says, looking sincere, which makes Jungkook flush harder. “You’ll have to show me, yeah?” Jimin asks him with another soft smile. 

Jungkook nods, trying very hard to look cool about it, but Jimin’s interest is making his heart race not only because it’s nice to have someone interested in his work, but also because this could mean more. Jungkook rapidly berates himself, however. He needs to stay realistic. Jimin said yes to a hook-up, nothing more.

Jimin, for his part, has clearly not forgotten what this night is supposed to be about. He takes a few steps from Jungkook’s desk to stand in front of him, keeping a little distance and gazing at him with a dangerous glint in his eyes. He grabs the hem of his own shirt and then slowly pulls it up, uncovering his upper body like he’s about to disclose the secrets of the universe to Jungkook. And Jungkook believes it. If there’s one person who could rival the beauty of galaxies, it must be the man in front of him. Because Jimin is all at once hard and soft, angles and curves, perfect dips and delicious mounds. It leaves Jungkook a little out of breath.

When the hem of the shirt has reached his armpits, Jimin just pulls it over his head in one swift motion and throws it at Jungkook’s face, laughing.

Jungkook catches the shirt as it falls off his face, and stares at it dumbfounded, before it is taken from his hands and thrown on the side. Jimin has taken two steps to close the distance between them and is now standing right in front of him, half naked, his index fingers slipping in Jungkook’s belt loops and pulling him with him as he starts walking backwards towards the bed.

“Don’t just stand there, looking all sorts of edible, hmm?” Jimin says in a low voice, a smile playing on his lips.

They reach the bed and Jimin lets himself fall on it before crawling backwards, legs slightly parted and so inviting.

With a dry swallow, Jungkook nods to himself and follows, advancing slowly until he is between Jimin’s legs. They look at each other, and Jungkook decides to break that tension and lean down to press soft kisses to Jimin’s jaw.

He can feel Jimin’s hands roaming his body and pulling down, so he lowers himself until their crotches finally touch and he gives a tentative body roll which is rewarded by a soft moan from Jimin. It makes something throb in his lower belly and, emboldened, he repeats the movement, slowly but harder, as he nips down Jimin’s neck, enjoying the slightly salty taste of his skin.

He loses himself a little in the moment, until Jimin softly calls for him.

“Jungkook,” he says breathlessly, “takes these off.” He’s pulling on Jungkook’s pants and when Jungkook looks up at him, he has a little pout, a little frown, and Jungkook melts in a chuckle.

“Okay,” he says, “but first…” He briefly raises his eyebrows with a smirk, and then pulls back to sit on his knees, and goes for Jimin’s own trousers, making a quick work of the button and fly.

Jimin softly laughs in return but makes sure to tilt his hips, accentuating his curves as Jungkook slowly starts peeling the trousers off his body.

The thighs he’s uncovering almost have Jungkook choke on his own spit, but he manages to keep it in as he further pulls, until he’s reached Jimin’s knees and he decides to just pull them off entirely, eyes fixed on Jimin’s lower body.

He wants to bite those thighs. Not to hurt, but just to… taste. Maybe to mark a little. Something deep inside of him wants to say, “I’ve been there, I’ve had those wrapped around me, I was deemed worthy.”

Before he can dive down, however, he gets a little foot knock on his own thigh. “Take them off," Jimin says again, an eyebrow cocked but clearly fully aware of the effect he’s having on Jungkook.

“Uh,” is the best Jungkook can come up with, but he jumps off the bed and shimmies out of his own trousers at lightning speed, pulling off his underwear at the same time, drawing out a loud laugh from Jimin when he almost trips on his own feet in his haste.

Just as fast, he’s back on the bed, between Jimin’s legs, and he’s kissing the defined yet soft abs of Jimin’s belly, his hands gently kneading Jimin’s thick thighs, then sliding down to his ass which is still frustratingly covered in his underwear. 

“Okay, okay,” Jimin says with a giggle when Jungkook groans at the underwear, “let me get out of those too.”

Jungkook almost pouts when he’s gently pushed away to accommodate Jimin removing his last piece of clothing, but then Jimin is lying there, naked, legs spread, hard cock curving towards his stomach, and Jungkook wants nothing more than to get to work.

“Prep me?” Jimin asks softly, spreading his legs while his hands slither down his body, one reaching his cock and closing around it to slowly start pumping while the other trails around one thigh and then grips it and pulls, further opening himself up for Jungkook.

And Jungkook is mesmerized. The words, the flush of Jimin’s skin, the slow movement of his hand on his member, the pink hole contracting in anticipation.

There’s a hot flash through Jungkook’s entire body and his eyes cross. Lamely, he realizes he probably could come just by watching Jimin touch himself, but he can’t let himself. He was asked for something, and he’ll do his best to give it, and more.

He gulps audibly and reaches for the small nightstand, opening up a drawer and luckily finding lube and a condom without needing to rummage much. The gods must be on his side.   

He leaves the condom aside for the moment and pops open the lid of the little bottle, trying to ignore the dark gaze that Jimin has fixed on him and that has his blood pounding in his ears. He coats two fingers and replaces the bottle on the nightstand before finally bracing himself to look straight at Jimin.

“Ready?” he asks softly.

Jimin merely gives him a nod, but he’s a little more flushed, biting on his lower lip as Jungkook fingers approach his rim.

Jungkook leans on one arm, and he starts by rubbing some of the lube on Jimin’s clenching hole. He is rewarded by a staccato release of breath from Jimin’s mouth and he circles one finger. He glances up at Jimin’s face and pauses for a second, heart knocking against his ribcage as he waits for Jimin’s confirmation.

“Yes,” Jimin simply whispers, and so Jungkook slowly inserts his finger in, up to the first knuckle, then back out.

He can’t stop looking at Jimin’s expression as he repeats the movement, finding nothing but pleasure on the traits of the man. So he goes a little deeper, circles his finger, pulls back, pushes back in. He’s finding a rhythm, encouraged by the little sounds Jimin is letting out, until he’s fully in. He probes the warm walls, finds a little mound and rubs gently, and Jimin jolts, throwing his head back, one hand tightening around the thigh he’s still pulling aside and the other leaving his cock to grip Jungkook’s bed sheets while he plants a foot on Jungkook’s shoulder.

“Fuck, yeah,” Jimin moans low. “There.”

With a feeling that resembles pride an awful lot, Jungkook keeps rubbing, up and down, then in circles, drinking in every expression and sound of pleasure that Jimin lets out.

“Jungkook,” Jimin starts, panting a little, “Just… more,” he barely manages.

Jungkook slowly pulls out, and then, just as slowly, pushes back in, this time with two fingers. He scissors them, hyperfocused on Jimin’s facial expression, ignoring the thrill coursing through his own veins, but he sees nothing but bliss in the eyes scrunched close and the shiny, parted lips letting out gasps.

Jimin’s cock, while untouched, is still hard, and Jungkook’s own length is stiff again, standing, almost pulsating with his need to replace his fingers.

Finally, he adds a third finger, but Jimin stops him.

“Fuck - wait,” he says, his hand leaving the sheets and grabbing Jungkook’s wrist to stop the movement, but not to make him pull out. He’s panting, his chest pink and slightly glistening, and he’s licking his lips as he looks at Jungkook.

Jungkook looks back, trying to convey that he’d wait until the end of time for him.

Something settles in Jimin’s eyes, and he starts moving Jungkook’s wrist, in and out, and finally, he lets himself fall back on the bed while Jungkook continues the movement.

He’s a sight to behold, with one hand in his own hair, almost pulling as if to distract himself from the pleasure Jungkook is giving him, and one foot on Jungkook’s shoulder, pushing it down, as if to get more of him.

Jungkook almost feels like he’s in a trance, mesmerized by the sight Jimin is offering him, as if he has never known shame or doubt. And he shouldn’t have, because there’s no more beautiful sight than the one Jimin is giving out right now.

Suddenly, Jimin pushes Jungkook’s shoulder away with his foot, and Jungkook’s fingers slip out of him, leaving his hole to contract around nothing. He sits up with a faint grimace, then starts stroking Jungkook’s leaking cock.

“Get inside, yeah?” Jimin asks, voice soft again.

Jungkook nods dumbly, eyes going from Jimin’s flushed face to Jimin’s small hand fisting him up and down. His mouth hangs open, breath becoming labored, most of his energy currently focused on not rutting his Jimin’s hand.

Jimin turns and grabs the condom, opens it in one swift motion, and then unrolls it onto Jungkook’s cock expertly.

He suddenly stops, arches an eyebrow, and says with a smile, “small refractory period, eh. Another good point for you.” He winks and Jungkook flushes and chuckles.

“It’s not that hard with someone like you,” he says, blushing even deeper when Jimin graces him with his radiant smile.

But then he pumps Jungkook’s shaft a few more times and says, smirking, “On the contrary. It is quite hard, Jungkookie.”

Jungkook makes a strangled noise, which makes Jimin giggle, and then clears his throat, “Um, how do you want…” he trails off, turning even redder.    

Jimin merely gives him a wink and turns around on all fours, arching his back and spreading his legs. He looks back over his shoulder and gives Jungkook a look that almost makes him come on the spot.

“Yeah, okay,” Jungkook mumbles, placing himself properly, one hand on Jimin’s waist and the other guiding the head of his cock towards Jimin’s entrance. He places it there but doesn’t push in. Just the warmth of Jimin’s hole against his tip is making him see stars.

“Okay?” Jungkook gathers himself to ask, pressing but not breaching in.

“Yeah, fuck - just…” Jimin says, and he pushes back, trying to entice Jungkook, who doesn’t need any more encouragement.

He slowly pushes in, eyes crossing, ears buzzing and he feels like he’s being sucked into the warmest, softest tightness he’s ever experienced. He’s so overwhelmed that he almost feels like it’s his first time again. He’s a little delirious, and he starts thinking that maybe, his and Jimin’s bodies are made to be together, because he’s never felt such an instant feeling of complementarity on a first time with someone.

Now with both hands on the junction between Jimin’s thighs and hips, he keeps pressing in, slow, as slow as possible, reining in his will to bottom out in one go in order to give Jimin time to adjust.

Finally, he settles in fully and pauses, breathing hard, every nerve ending in his body vibrating with pleasure. Jimin is also panting, not moving, still pushing up on his hands, but his arms are trembling a little.

Jungkook slowly bends over, moving one arm around Jimin’s torso to support him and the other pushing up on the bed next to Jimin’s own shaking arms.

“You okay?” Jungkook asks softly.

“Yeah just… give me a minute,” Jimin replies hoarsely.

Jungkook hums, then kisses up Jimin’s neck until he reaches his ear. He sucks Jimin’s earlobe into his mouth and is delighted by Jimin’s answering giggle. He lets the ear go with a small pop and nips gently on the junction of Jimin’s neck, until Jimin finally says, “You can move”, punctuating it with a tiny wiggle of his own hips.

He smiles and keeps kissing Jimin’s shoulder as he starts pulling out slowly, then pushing back in. He can feel Jimin’s walls clench around him as he rocks in and out, quickening the pace just so before pushing all the way in and grinding, circling his hips, pulling all sorts of mewls and moans out of Jimin that sound like blessings to his ears.

“Jungkook,” Jimin pants, looking over his shoulder again.

“Yeah?”

“Faster,” Jimin rasps, and Jungkook’s body complies immediately, sending a rush of blood downward, which has him snapping his hips into the clenching heat.

He finds a rhythm and keeps at it, half amazed at how good he feels, and half focused on making sure that Jimin is also enjoying it. They’re both sweating, breathing loud, hips and ass meeting in slapping sounds.

Jungkook tries to angle his thrusts a little differently, and is finally rewarded by a full body shudder from Jimin, whose rhythm is becoming erratic.

“I- I’m gonna,” Jimin starts, and Jungkook’s hand slides down Jimin’s torso and wraps around his hard, leaking cock. He starts pumping it as he tilts his hips in a way that is pulling higher pitched moans from Jimin until finally, the smaller man’s body freezes and Jungkook feels him spill into his hand while his hole clenches almost painfully around him.

He’s about to pull out to finish but Jimin suddenly starts rolling his hips while he’s still contracting around Jungkook and before Jungkook can even understand what’s going on, he’s coming, a flash of white bursting in his mind as he’s being squeezed by Jimin’s impossible tightness.

His ears are buzzing as he’s slowly coming down, and he realizes that he’s still grinding as deep as he can inside of Jimin, whose body is still being wracked by shudders. He’s also given up on pushing himself up on his trembling arms and is relying entirely on Jungkook to keep him up.

Heart still pounding fast, Jungkook slowly lowers Jimin to the mattress, using his clean hand to cradle his head as he lays him on the pillow. Carefully so that he doesn’t hurt Jimin while he’s still in him, he twists his body to get a paper tissue from his nightstand and cleans his come-covered hand.

“I’m pulling out,” Jungkook then warns him softly and Jimin nods, then softly sighs as Jungkook slowly eases himself out. 

Before Jimin can completely lie down, Jungkook gathers him in his arms and rolls them over so that he is on his back and, after a little bit of rearranging on both parts, he has Jimin cradled on top of him. He noses Jimin’s hair, enjoying the softness, and pecks the top of the head as they both fully come down.

Eventually, Jimin looks up at him and smiles. He seems softer than before and incredibly content. It does something to Jungkook’s heart, who feels the sudden need to distract himself.

“Hey, I’m going to uh,” Jungkook starts, looking at his ceiling, “get up and get us cleaned, okay?”

Jimin simply hums in agreement and he rolls off Jungkook, who gets up and goes to the bathroom to remove and throw away the condom, and retrieve a clean towel. 

He comes back into the bedroom and silently cleans up Jimin, flushing under Jimin’s soft smile. He throws the towel in his laundry basket in the corner of his room, then looks around, appraising the state of his room. Their clothes are strewn around, so he starts gathering them, vaguely wondering how some of them ended up so far from the bed.

Tidying up is helping with how weirdly restless he feels. There’s a lot going on in his head right now, like how good he has just felt, how he hopes Jimin stays, how he thinks it was good for Jimin too but can he really be sure? Jimin seems to notice and clears his throat.

“For the record, and I’m fully aware I’m saying this with a sample much too small, I think your ex is a dumbass and you’re great in bed,” Jimin says as he lies in bed, looking at Jungkook while he tidies around the bedroom, picking up their clothes and folding them carefully before placing them on a chair.

“Yeah, well,” Jungkook replies, ears warming a little because Jimin just dropped a comment on something that has been bothering him for the past few months, “he didn’t like it, I guess.”

Jimin pushes up on one elbow, looking confused. Jungkook is equally confused by the fact that Jimin doesn’t seem to realize just how enticing he is in this position, naked with just a thin bed sheet covering his crotch and draping artfully over one leg, the curve of his body accentuated and alluring. He’s truly a vision and Jungkook will have to draw him from memory.

“Okay, maybe he didn’t like your style? Maybe you were just not compatible,” Jimin says. “Or maybe, hear me out, he told you that to make you feel bad.”

Jungkook has thought about this latter possibility, but he can’t deny that his ex didn’t seem particularly enthusiastic when they were having sex. He also told him something that has been nagging at him. He hesitates to tell Jimin, but the man is currently looking at him attentively, like he truly cares about what’s on Jungkook’s mind.

Done with tidying, Jungkook finally joins Jimin back in bed and they rearrange themselves so they’re sitting against the headboard next to each other. Jimin is angled toward him and so Jungkook decides, the hell with it, he might as well tell him.

“He said I have an oral fixation. He didn’t like it.”

When he dares to glance at Jimin, the latter is looking at him quizzically.

“As in, I like to kiss and…stuff,” Jungkook tries to explain, but he loses steam halfway through. It’s embarrassing and even though they’ve already had sex, he’s still self-conscious about discussing this with Jimin.

“Stuff?” Jimin pushes, curious like he actually wants to understand, not like he wants to make fun of him.

“I would usually…” Jungkook starts, and looks away from Jimin, red coloring his ears. He clears his throat and decides to just be out with it. “I would usually kiss a lot, and then suck on him, then eat him out. Before the prep itself.”

Jimin is looking at him with round eyes, lips slightly parted and pink dusting his cheekbones.

Jungkook shrugs. “I just, you know. I like doing that. He didn’t.”

“He didn’t,” Jimin repeats flatly.

“No, I-” Jungkook starts again. He feels like he’s not explaining this whole thing well. Gathering his nerves, he tries again, “I like to uh- I don’t know what it’s called.” He glances at Jimin, but Jimin is still just staring at him, so he keeps going, because apparently, the dam has been broken and now he has to explain this thing he likes. “I have this feeling, like I want to taste my partner - not in a cannibalistic way though !” Jungkook panics, eyes wide.

“Yeah, I assumed,” Jimin chuckles.

Face decidedly ten degrees too hot, Jungkook looks away and continues. “Anyways, he said he didn’t like it. Said it was like having a labrador slobbering all over him,” he finishes with a shrug.  

Jimin shifts, angling himself even more toward Jungkook. Then he leans forward just a little and takes one of Jungkook’s hands in both of his smaller ones. Jungkook looks at their hands, then up at Jimin. He’s confused, but his heart’s pace is quickening again, he’s not sure why.

“I need to hold your hand while I tell you this.” Jimin is so serious, Jungkook is worried that he will tell him that yes, he has an oral fixation, it is a problem, and he should consult someone about it.

“You can do that to me whenever you want,” Jimin says seriously.

Jungkook freezes then bursts out laughing.

“Duly noted,” he finally says, holding Jimin’s hand a little tighter, feeling giddy and warm. He likes that Jimin, whom he realistically barely knows, is making him feel this way. It’s like the man just knows how to put him at ease, when to be serious and when to joke around. It’s making his heart clench a little, because he’s not sure if he’ll see him again after tonight.

“Anyways,” Jimin starts again, looking down at their joint hands. “I reiterate my evaluation. You’re good in bed, Jungkook.”

“Thanks,” Jungkook mumbles, looking down at their hands, too. It’s so cute how much smaller Jimin’s are compared to his.

“Just the simple fact that you waited for me to be ready makes you better than most,” Jimin adds. Jungkook looks up with a frown at that.

“That sounds like your bar is very low,” he says. Who wouldn’t wait? What’s the point of just ramming it in if your partner isn’t quite there yet? What’s the point of having sex, if it’s not to give pleasure to your partner? Jungkook has never understood people who go into it only for their own little personal pleasure.

“Yes, the bar is low,” Jimin starts again. “You’re way higher than the bar, however,” Jimin says with a wink, but his comment is nagging at Jungkook’s brain.

“Have you-” he starts, stops. Plays with his lip ring, and then resumes, “Have you had that kind of experience before?”

Jimin’s face twists for a nanosecond, then schools back to something neutral. He looks into Jungkook’s eyes, like he is once again appraising something. 

Jungkook doesn’t know what kind of look he’s giving, but Jimin seems content, and he starts again, “I’ve had enough guys who prepped me the bare minimum before going in. It’s never all that fun.”

And well, Jungkook doesn’t know these guys, but something twists inside of him, and he swears he feels a burn for a few seconds that feels like a sudden, intense burst of anger.

Jimin seems to get it, and he reassures, “That’s why I’m careful about who I go back home with now,” Jimin concludes. “Although after that happened several times in a row, I paused bottoming for a while. String of bad luck, I guess,” he concludes, shrugging.

“I don’t mind bottoming,” Jungkook blurts out. Jimin’s eyes widen in surprise. “Shit,” he says, beet-red, “I didn’t mean…” Why did he have to say that? Is he actually trying to get Jimin to run away or something?

“No, it’s okay,” Jimin chuckles. “It’s good to know,” he winks.

Jungkook decides to ignore the fact that it could hint at the possibility that Jimin wouldn’t be opposed to seeing each other again after that. He doesn’t want to get his hopes up just to be crushed afterwards.

He glances at Jimin, but quickly averts his eyes when he realizes that the beautiful man is looking at him with a soft smile playing on his lips.

“I was so nervous, coming up to you at the club,” Jungkook finally confesses softly, ears bright red again.

“Yeah, I could tell,” Jimin chuckles. “It was intriguing.”

“Intriguing?” Jungkook asks, looking up again.

Jimin raises a hand and cups his cheek, and he can’t stop himself from nuzzling into the soft palm.

“Because you look shy, but you also look like…” Jimin pauses, and gestures up and down Jungkook’s body. “You look like that,” he finishes, and Jungkook laughs again.

“Really? What if I had faked being shy?” he asks merrily.

Jimin hums, bringing his hand down again to take one of Jungkook’s in his, and he starts playing with Jungkook’s fingers. “I could tell it wasn’t fake. You have the eyes of a newborn puppy,” he smiles. “And besides, as we got to talking, it became obvious that you were genuine.”

“Yeah?” Jungkook says, feeling shy again.

“Not to toot my own horn, but I tend to get accosted a lot. I’ve developed a sense for bullshit over time,” Jimin says. He brings a hand to Jungkook’s chest and lays his head on Jungkook’s shoulder. Jungkook feels like a luxurious cat has adopted him, and his heart tightens with something akin to pride. There’s a little voice in his head that tells him he’s being ridiculous, but Jimin’s small hand is diffusing warmth that reaches his core, and he decides to simply enjoy it.

“I think you’re a good one,” Jimin whispers so close to his ear. With his hand where it is, Jungkook knows that Jimin must have felt his heart skipping a beat.

“Thanks,” he says in a soft voice. “I- ow” he starts but stops abruptly. Jimin now has one of his pecs in his hand and he’s giving it a rather tight squeeze.

Jungkook looks down at his own chest, then from Jimin’s hand up to his face. There’s a mischievous glint in Jimin’s eyes, and he’s smirking. “You have a big,” he starts, squeezes again, “big, heart,” he finishes with another squeeze and then he throws his head back and bursts out laughing.

Jungkook can’t help but follow suit. It feels good to be silly with someone. Jungkook hasn’t experienced that in a while - excluding with his roommate, but that’s different, because he’s not into his roommate that way. 

When the laughter has subsided into smaller chuckles, Jimin, with his head back on Jungkook’s shoulder, says softly, “I mean it, though.”

“The big heart or the big tiddies?” Jungkook retorts with a wide grin, and Jimin bursts out laughing again. It’s a nice, frank, open laugh, and Jungkook loves it. He wants to hear more of it.

When Jimin has finally calmed down, he says with a smile, “both.”

They smile at each other in silence for a short moment. Jungkook thinks something is passing between them, some kind of understanding, like they’re just clicking together. He shakes himself mentally, reminding himself that he cannot get his hopes up.

“So, mister scientist,” Jungkook says, diverting his thoughts away from the sappy hope he’s known for and which has gotten him broken-hearted a little too often. “What do you do for a living ? You never told me.” He wants to get to know Jimin more, even if it’s just for the night.

“I’m an engineer.”

“What?” Jungkook says, a little shocked.

“I don’t look like it?” Jimin huffs, but there’s still that glint of mirth in his eyes.

Jungkook flushes nonetheless. “No, I mean, yes, I mean…”

Jimin laughs again, that laugh that is quickly becoming Jungkook’s favorite sound in the world.

“Don’t worry about it, I get that a lot.” When Jungkook frowns, Jimin raises a hand to his face and gently brushes a finger down his forehead, relaxing the line that has appeared. “I test the resistance of security rails on the road. First with calculation, then with real-life tests,” he explains.

“That sounds-” Jungkook starts, but Jimin cuts him off.

“Boring, I know. But I enjoy it. I like calculation and I like testing.”

“What do you like about testing?” Jungkook asks. He’s genuinely curious. Jimin seems full of surprises.

“We get to break a lot of stuff to test endurance and resistance,” Jimin explains. 

“So, you like to break stuff?” Jungkook asks, grinning.

Jimin laughs again, “Yeah, I guess. But if you ask me,” he continues, eyelids drooping just enough that his gaze becomes sultry. He’s dragging his fingers slowly across Jungkook’s chest, giving a soft scratch to one of his nipples. It makes Jungkook’s belly coil just a little and warmth starts travelling down his body. “I prefer our kind of testing,” Jimin murmurs in Jungkook’s ear, and he nuzzles underneath it, hand still brushing over Jungkook’s pecs, then a little lower, over his abs, then back up, leaving a trail of tingles in his wake.

Somehow, this little admission by Jimin makes Jungkook just a tad bolder, and he turns his head and captures Jimin’s lips in a kiss. Jimin makes a small sound of surprise but rapidly answers by pressing back, so Jungkook swipes the tip of his tongue against Jimin’s lower lip. Jimin eagerly parts his lips, and Jungkook dives in, exploring Jimin’s mouth with more confidence than the first time. It’s warm, and soft and it tastes amazing.

Jungkook brings a hand to Jimin’s hip and starts stroking up and down, then toward his ass, until Jimin decides to suddenly throw a leg over Jungkook’s middle. 

Yet again, he has a lap full of Jimin, although this time, they’re already naked, and neither can hide their arousal. Jungkook can feel Jimin’s hard length rubbing against his abs as he rolls his body slowly against Jungkook’s, while he cups Jungkook’s face between his hands and takes charge of their kiss. 

When Jungkook can’t help but press up against Jimin, the latter breaks their kiss and, still close enough that their breaths are mingling, he asks, voice raspy, “Fuck, can I ride you?”

Jungkook almost chokes, but with superhuman control, he counters, “has anyone ever said no?”

Jimin chuckles, “I don’t always offer.”

Jungkook licks his lips, barely able to hold Jimin’s gaze. “Yeah, the answer is yes. Hundred percent,” Jungkook rasps, leaning up to kiss Jimin.

“Glad it’s not only seventy percent,” Jimin mumbles, but he’s back to rolling his body in destructive waves against Jungkook and Jungkook is back to feeling like everything inside of him is about to burst out and escape.

One of Jimin’s hands has trailed down his body again, and it grabs Jungkook’s hard length, giving it a pump or two. Jungkook can’t stop a moan from escaping his throat, and Jimin leans back a little, looking at him with hooded eyes, flushed cheeks, red and glistening lips that are parted as he pants. Jungkook’s hands tighten on Jimin’s hips when the latter gives a body wave so sinful a demon would have turned red. Jungkook is no demon, so he throws his head back and loudly curses, “shit, fuck, Jimin-”

Jimin’s only reply is a low chuckle, then he is moving and bending on his side to reach the little nightstand and fish a condom out of the half closed drawer.

Jungkook stares at him, chest pounding, cock throbbing, as he opens the wrapper, shimmies back over Jungkook’s thighs, then lifts Jungkook’s heavy member from his lower abdomen and rolls down the condom over it. Slowly. So fucking slowly. How does Jimin manage to make him feel like he’s always two seconds away from coming ?

Jimin moves back up, pushes up on his knees, and takes Jungkook’s cock in his hand to align the head with his hole.

“Are you sure you’re still-” Jungkook starts, a little strangled.

“Yup,” Jimin simply says before he slowly sits down on Jungkook’s length.

Jungkook can feel his cockhead slowly pushing past Jimin’s rim, then, even more slowly, sliding in, warmth engulfing him, bit by bit, Jimin’s walls opening for him until he is sat on him completely.

And he is a vision. Skin glowing with a light sheen of sweat and a rosy flush, head thrown back, eyes closed, a small frown of pleasure on his face, his lower lip bitten almost bloody although it doesn’t stop a moan from echoing out of his throat.

Jungkook is entranced, frozen in place, hands fisted in the sheets around them. Then Jimin opens his eyes and looks at him. With his hands propped on Jungkook’s thighs behind him, he slowly raises, letting Jungkook’s cock slide out of him just as slowly as it entered, and then he lowers himself again, contracting around the length. When he’s fully seated again, he grinds his hips just so, and Jungkook feels everything in his lower body coil, like it’s preparing to explode.

He just can’t bear Jimin’s gaze when he’s moving on him in that way. It’s too much. One of his hands instinctively finds Jimin’s thigh and tightens around it as he lets his head fall back on the headboard, eyes closing. 

He concentrates on not coming as he lets Jimin ride him however he wants, speeding and slowing, and pausing and grinding whenever he wants. It makes something thrill inside of his chest to let Jimin have his fill of him. Maybe it’s a bit dangerous for his heart that he’s already so willing to give himself to the man currently on top of him, but Jungkook finds that he doesn’t care. He wants to give Jimin anything he wants, even if it’s just for one night.

So he can’t stop himself and he starts rocking up, accompanying Jimin’s movements. The breathless little sounds that welcome his moves encourage him and soon enough, he’s rolling up in earnest, one hand firmly planted on the mattress to give himself leverage as he pistons up, angling as best as he can to pull more of the delightful sounds from Jimin’s throat.

He has opened his eyes to fully enjoy the moment, but he feels more than he sees the full-body shivers that suddenly roll over Jimin from head to toe. He pauses, panting, waiting to see what Jimin wants.

Jimin pushes up again, but it’s shaky, and he lets himself fall, making them both moan.

“Can you take over?” he huffs, and it’s endearing that he seems annoyed at the fact that he can’t keep riding Jungkook.

Jungkook rubs his hand up and down Jimin’s thigh and grins at him. He brings his other hand to Jimin’s waist, and says, “whatever you want”, before lifting him up carefully off his lap. Jimin lets out a little squeak and his hands come up to Jungkook’s shoulders instinctively, gripping him tight.

Swiftly, Jungkook twists around, carrying Jimin like he weighs nothing, and drops him on the mattress next to him, before he quickly positions himself on top of him, between his spread legs.

“You’re so strong,” Jimin murmurs, eyes wide but clearly delighted.

Jungkook’s eyebrows raise and he smirks, “You like that?”

“Fuck yeah,” Jimin chuckles with his hands on Jungkook’s biceps. He squeezes appreciatively, then lets one hand slide to Jungkook’s nape and he pulls gently while leaning up, until their lips meet in a soft kiss.

Jimin licks at Jungkook’s piercing, and so Jungkook pliantly opens his mouth to welcome Jimin inside. As they kiss, he starts rolling his body against Jimin’s, until finally, Jimin breaks the kiss with a moan.

“C’mon,” he says, and he grabs behind his knees and pulls, folding himself in half.

“You’re so flexible,” Jungkook says, eyes widened with appreciative surprise.

“You like that?” Jimin says with a wink.

“Hell yeah,” Jungkook says before diving in for Jimin’s mouth again.

He would lose himself in kissing Jimin again, but the latter is having none of it. “Okay,” Jimin mumbles in the kiss, “I want you inside, c’mon” he urges Jungkook.

Jungkook looks down between them, appraising the logistics of the situation. 

“Okay, just…” he looks around, spots a pillow, grabs it, and then effortlessly lifts Jimin’s hips to slip the pillow under, so that the angle is more comfortable for the both of them. 

He looks back up at Jimin, satisfied with himself, and is met with a gaze so dark and hungry that he feels like a prey for a second.

“Shit, you fucking muscle god,” Jimin rasps. He lets go of one of his legs to pull Jungkook down for a harsh and messy kiss. He breaks it by pulling on Jungkook’s hair, and the pinch in his skull strangely goes straight to Jungkook’s cock.

“Fuck me,” Jimin orders, breath labored, flush spreading down his chest. He lets go of Jungkook’s neck and grabs his leg again, spreading himself as much as he can.

So Jungkook complies.

He props one hand on the mattress next to Jimin’s head and takes his hard length in the other, guiding it back to Jimin’s rim. Jimin is looking, breath hitching when the head breaches the ring of muscles. And Jungkook quickly bottoms out.

He pauses, panting as his heart knocks against his ribcage, then he grips the edge of the headboard to steady himself, pulls out, and rams back in.

Jimin moans beautifully loud, letting his head fall back, arms shaking with the effort of keeping himself open.

Licking his lips, Jungkook focuses on drawing back and thrusting back in at that perfect angle that pulls mewls and whimpers and moans from Jimin. He takes in every little reaction, thrusts harder, angles better, and is rewarded by Jimin’s pleasure-filled expression. 

Beads of sweat have started to appear on Jimin’s glowing skin, so Jungkook can’t help but lean down and lick a salty drop at the hollow of Jimin’s neck. Slowing the movement of his hips, he kisses up, gently bites Jimin’s chin, then straightens himself again and resumes the quick pace of his thrusts.

Jimin suddenly lets one of his legs go and grabs Jungkook’s arm which is gripping the headboard above his head. He squeezes and struggles to open his eyes. 

“Ah - J-Jungkook,” he says, breath staccato from Jungkook’s thrusts and his own rapidly beating heart, “I-I’m coming”, he finally manages.

Jungkook licks his lips and nods, then slightly changes the angle at which he is pounding into Jimin. 

Jimin’s hand on Jungkook’s arm tightens, he has thrown his head back again, and he comes, body going rigid and hole constricting almost painfully around Jungkook’s length. Come paints his abs in quick spurts, and then he abruptly unlocks, body going boneless and hands falling to the mattress on his sides. 

Head buzzing, Jungkook quickly pulls out, pulls the condom off of himself in one swift motion, and pumps himself only a few times before he’s coming over Jimin’s lower body, their come mixing on the glistening abs.

Dazedly, he brings two fingers to the mess and rubs, mixing it further. He brings his stained fingers up and stares, before he finally slips them inside his mouth, wanting to know what the two of them taste like together.

His eyes snap back down when he hears Jimin breathe out “shit…” looking even more wrecked than a few seconds before.

He pops his fingers out of his mouth, gathers some more come on them, then leans down, bringing his fingers to Jimin’s mouth. He spreads some on Jimin’s lower lip before the man opens his mouth to let him in, twirling his tongue and sucking them clean.

Mind hazy, Jungkook trails his fingers back out and gently grabs Jimin’s chin. He leans further down, licks Jimin’s lower lip clean and finally dives in, brushing his tongue against Jimin’s and slowly exploring inside, tasting both of them in the process.

Finally, he rolls off Jimin's body and settles at his side, staring at the ceiling as he slowly fully comes back to himself.

A few moments of peaceful silence pass, and then he hears Jimin whisper “fuck”, and he chuckles.

He feels Jimin prop himself up on his elbow and look down at him, so he looks back.

“I’ve never had so much fun gathering data, Jungkook,” Jimin says, straight-faced. 

And Jungkook can’t help but laugh.

“I guess that’s a good thing,” Jungkook finally says, smiling up at Jimin, who’s smiling down at him, and they definitely look like fools, but it doesn’t matter.

Jungkook cleans them up again, starting to apologize for the mess but Jimin quickly cuts him off.

“It was hot,” he simply says, so Jungkook finishes cleaning up a lot redder and an embarrassingly lot prouder of himself.

Then, he slips back into bed with Jimin and lays his head on his shoulder. Jimin might not look like it, but he feels cosy and comfortable, and Jungkook feels at peace plastered to him in that way. He could get used to that, but it feels like he shouldn't be worrying about tomorrow. 

For now, he is with Jimin and he’ll relish that.

“Jungkook-ah?” Jimin asks, and the term of endearment makes Jungkook all fuzzy inside.

“Hmm?” His eyes are closed now, and he has an arm thrown across Jimin’s waist.

“Should I stay the rest of the night?” Jimin asks, softly.

That makes Jungkook frown. It brings back the fact that this is supposed to be a hook-up. Just a one-night-stand. Maybe Jimin has been thrown out the door before, maybe it’s something he’s used to. Jungkook doesn’t like that. 

He tightens his arm around Jimin’s waist, nuzzles a little further into Jimin’s neck and huffs, “Stay.”

There’s a small chuckle from Jimin, then he feels Jimin shuffle a little, and warm lips press against his forehead.

“Okay,” Jimin whispers, and Jungkook smiles as he drifts off to sleep.

*

Jungkook has rarely slept so well. When he opens his eyes, the room is bathed in the soft gray glow of an overcast morning, yet it feels like everything is just a tad brighter.

He turns on his side, and looks at Jimin, who’s still sleeping. His arms are thrown up and he pouts a little. He’s cute. And Jungkook is weak for cute. Although to be fair, it seems that he’s weak for Jimin in general. 

Jimin moves in his sleep, just a little closer to Jungkook, and Jungkook’s traitorous heart clenches. Maybe he’s going crazy, but he’d like to wake up to this sight again. Numerous times, if possible.

He tries to chase the thought away by rubbing a hand down his face. Hold you horses, Jungkook, he thinks. Jimin only said yes for one night. He also stayed the night but Jungkook doesn’t want to keep his hopes up too much. Just in case. 

Instead, he looks at Jimin again, zeroes in on his full lips and their little pout, and his body starts moving towards the sleeping man of its own accord. 

When he’s close enough, he brings up a hand to gently smooth the fluffy blond hair away from Jimin’s forehead.

Jimin frowns and hums, half opens an eyelid and peaks at him, then closes it again and smiles. “Morning,” he mumbles.

Jungkook melts.

He kisses Jimin’s forehead, pulling a chuckle out of him, then pecks down his face and to his lips. He deposits several kisses on them until Jimin starts responding, bringing his arms around Jungkook’s neck, softly trailing his fingers up and down the back of Jungkook’s head, eliciting little shivers in the back of Jungkook’s skull.

Jimin is so soft and warm and pliant, and Jungkook starts kissing down his neck, gives kittenish licks on the skin, tasting just a little bit of saltiness and a whole lot of sweetness. 

He keeps going down, with Jimin’s hands playing in his hair as he does so. When he reaches one of Jimin’s nipples, he gives it a lick, then a little pinch between his lips, and Jimin’s hands tighten in his hair as he lets out a small whimper.

Emboldened, Jungkook pushes the flat of his tongue on it, then closes his mouth around the hardened nub and sucks. Jimin moans and arches up into Jungkook’s body, so Jungkook nips again, then moves on to the other nipple and repeats his ministrations.

“Jungkook-ah,” Jimin says in a soft, somewhat still sleepy whine. He pulls on Jungkook’s hair until Jungkook looks up and is met with Jimin’s soft gaze.

They let a moment go by, then Jungkook asks, expectantly, “Can I?”

Jimin either knows what Jungkook is asking, or maybe he just trusts him already, but he nods and lets his head fall back to the pillow with a sigh.

Jungkook happily goes back to kissing his way down Jimin’s body, taking his time to taste the soft curve under his pecs, the dips and mounds of his abs, the soft ridge of the line veering towards his crotch.

He sees just how hard Jimin is, the wetness already at the tip, and he licks his lips in anticipation.

He kisses sideways, towards Jimin’s cock, but dips just a little and takes one of his balls in his mouth, giving it a light suck.

“Fuck,” Jimin moans, hands tangling in Jungkook’s hair, almost tightening but not quite.

Jungkook keeps his attention on Jimin’s balls, and it seems that Jimin isn’t used to that, because he’s panting hard and a soft litany of curses flies out of his mouth the whole time. It sounds like a serenade to Jungkook’s ears.

Finally, satisfied with his work there, Jungkook flattens his tongue at the bottom of the underside of Jimin’s cock and drags it up to the tip, then wraps his lips around the head and sucks, and Jimin rocks up in his mouth, hands tightening in his hair. The sting sends a jolt of arousal through Jungkook’s body, and he feels himself get harder and heavier between his legs. He ignores it, however, and continues sucking and massaging Jimin’s tip with his tongue.

Jungkook only spends a couple short minutes there, because he’s had something else in mind since they started kissing.

He lets go of Jimin’s hard cock and goes further down. He suddenly pushes up behind Jimin’s thighs, eliciting a gasp from the smaller man, and he hooks his legs over his shoulders, so that he’s facing Jimin’s hole.

The rim is still just a little more pinkish, just a little more swollen than normal, and it’s fluttering just a tad. Just the sight almost makes Jungkook go cross-eyed with want.

He licks his lips, then finally, finally slowly circles the tip of his tongue on the ring of muscle.

Jimin rocks up again and his legs tighten over Jungkook’s shoulders, pushing him a little lower. One of his hands leaves Jungkook’s hair, but the other stays tangled in the locks.

Pressing his mouth against the entrance, Jungkook sucks and is rewarded by a much louder and quite encouraging moan from Jimin. He presses his tongue and laps up, rubbing his nose on Jimin’s perineum in the process.

Jungkook is tasting heaven. He wouldn’t quite know how to explain it, and maybe most people would find him crazy, but Jimin tastes good. His mouth, his skin, his sweat, and his most intimate parts. They all taste like the best thing that’s ever graced his tongue, and he knows he won’t ever get enough of it.

The hand in his hair tightens, then relaxes and Jimin lets out a staccato breath. “I’m not gonna last, Jungkook-ah,” Jimin warns him in such a raspy low voice that Jungkook’s hard cock twitches.

Jungkook just hums against the rim and pokes the tip of his tongue, applying pressure then retreating, licking up, then back down and sucking again on the quivering muscle.

Finally, he pokes his tongue harder and slides slowly in, and Jimin suddenly grabs the back of his head, pushes his face into himself and he rolls his ass against Jungkook’s face.

“Shit, sorry,” Jimin says, trying to relax his grip on Jungkook, but Jungkook is in paradise. He wants nothing more than to let Jimin ride his face, and so he pushes his tongue in and out to get the message across.

Jimin keeps letting out curses, interspersed by little whimpers and sobs of pleasure as Jungkook tries to lick inside of him as far as he can, flattening his tongue on the soft, warm walls and rubbing as best as he can.

He’s slobbering, drool coating his lips, cheeks and chin, as well as Jimin’s ass and inner thighs. But neither of them seem to care. Jimin is barely keeping himself from rocking against Jungkook’s mouth, and Jungkook thinks he might come just from having his tongue deep inside of Jimin.

“Jungkook-ah, Jungkook-ah,” Jimin all but sobs. So, going around Jimin’s thigh over his shoulder, Jungkook takes Jimin’s hard, leaking cock in his hand and starts pumping at the same rhythm that he is pumping his tongue in and out of Jimin’s hole.

It only takes a few more seconds for Jimin to come, his hold around Jungkook tightening so much it’s almost painful. But the sounds he lets out are so beautiful that Jungkook barely notices.

He accompanies Jimin through his release until the smaller man lets go of his hair and his legs dangle from his shoulders as he slumps into the mattress, spent.

Jungkook is a little disappointed to have to remove his face from Jimin’s ass, and he crawls up, lying alongside Jimin. Propped on an elbow, he looks down at him as he recovers, smoothing the clumps of damp hair from Jimin’s forehead. His cheeks are pink, his eyes shiny with unshed tears and his lips are plump and red, like he bit on them a bit too hard for a bit too long.

Jimin, panting, looks back at him with a soft smile and brings a hand up to Jungkook’s face. He gently wipes some of the drool away from Jungkook’s mouth with a thumb, slides his hand behind Jungkook’s head - something he seems to enjoy doing - and pulls Jungkook down for a kiss.

It’s slow and soft and Jungkook loses himself into it, until  Jimin slides his hand down his body and reaches for his hard length. He starts slowly pumping while he curls his other arm around Jungkook's shoulders and Jungkook can’t keep up with the kiss but Jimin keeps him close as he rubs his thumb in circles on Jungkook’s cockhead, an excessive amount of pre-come drooling out and making the glide heavenly.

Jungkook can only pant in Jimin’s mouth, lets Jimin nip at his lip ring and lick inside his mouth. He grabs Jimin’s hip to steady himself as he rocks against him, thrusting in the circle that Jimin’s hand makes around him, whimpering as he starts chasing his release.

“That’s it, baby,” Jimin almost whispers against his mouth.

The endearment makes Jungkook stutter, but then his hips quicken and he nuzzles in Jimin’s neck, eyes tightly closed, breathing labored. 

He feels Jimin rubbing his cheek against the top of his head, hears him murmur “come on baby, come for me,” while he thumbs Jungkook’s slit again, and he can’t hold it in anymore.

His movements become erratic as he comes in Jimin’s hand, mouth open against Jimin’s neck, ear buzzing, mind blurring.

Finally, he stills, and they both stay like that, breathing harshly and limbs tight around each other.

It feels like it takes them an eternity to come down from their high, but an eternity which is still too short.

Eventually, Jungkook rolls on his back and blinks at the ceiling, smiling. He has rarely felt so good after sex. It’s not that his previous experiences were bad, they just don’t compare with what he’s been experiencing with Jimin.

“Stamina is good,” Jimin finally says and Jungkook turns his head to look at him quizzically.

Jimin brings up his come-covered hand to show Jungkook. “That’s like the fourth time you’ve come in a short amount of time, so your stamina is definitely not an issue,” Jimin explains.

“Good to know,” Jungkook laughs. “Here, let me,” Jungkook says as he finally gets up from his bed. He goes to the bathroom and brings back a towel for Jimin to clean his hand with. He feels himself blushing under the way that Jimin softly gazes at him while he hands him the towel.

“Do you wanna take a shower?” Jungkook offers, and Jimin’s eyes widen in surprise, but then his expression relaxes in a smile. “Yeah, that’d be great,” he says.

He gets up and follows Jungkook into the bathroom, which is just as neat as his bedroom. 

“You can use whatever you want,” Jungkook says after having explained how the shower handle works.

“Thanks,” Jimin says, and they look at each other in a weirdly tense but peaceful moment.

“Well”, Jungkook eventually starts again, one hand coming up to rub the side of his neck, “I’ll leave you to it, then,” and he turns around to leave the bathroom.

He faintly hears Jimin’s “thanks”, as he reenters his bedroom. He takes an older gray pair of sweatpants that’s just a tad too big now and rides a bit low on his hips, puts it on, and leaves the bedroom, feeling a sudden urge to down a jug of black coffee.

The process of setting up his french press helps him clear his mind, the soft rush of Jimin’s shower in the background acting like white noise.

He faintly hears the jangle of keys, and then the door of his apartment opens and his roommate walks in.

“Jungkookie,” he says with a wide smile.

“Hey hyung,” Jungkook smiles back.

“Give your Jin-hyung a morning hug,” Jin says, arms opening wide, and Jungkook rolls his eyes but complies. It’s not like they haven’t seen each other in a while, Jin was only gone for one day, but he always acts like they were separated for a month.

“You pulled out the french press?” Jin says, pulling out of the hug.

Jungkook shrugs, “I need to think.”

Just then, Jin seems to notice the sound of the shower that is still going in the background. “Lucky night?”

“You could say so,” Jungkook says, a little bashful.

The sound of the shower stops as Jin sits at the kitchen counter and raises an eyebrow at him, so Jungkook elaborates in an almost whisper, because he doesn’t want Jimin to hear any of it. 

“I just met this guy, and I may be losing my mind but I think he might be it?”

Shrugging again as he starts pressing on the coffee grinds, Jungkook continues, “but that’s crazy, right? How can you know after just a few hours?”

Silence answers his question until he looks up at Jin. His roommate is smiling at him softly. “Sometimes, you just know, no?” Jin finally replies.

Jungkook averts his eyes back to the coffee press. “What if it’s just me?” he eventually whispers.

“Jungkookie,” Jin starts in a soft voice, “You won’t know if you don’t ask him.”

Jungkook pours the coffee in two cups, frowning. He pulled out a third one in case Jimin wants some, but he’s not sure if Jimin even likes coffee. Because he doesn’t really know Jimin, does he? 

And yet…

Jimin comes out of the bedroom not long after and stops in his tracks as both Jungkook and Jin look at him. His cheeks are still pink from the shower and his hair is a little damp. In Jungkook’s opinion, he looks even more like a vision, all soft and domestic, than when he first saw him in the club the night prior. 

Jimin walks up to Jin with a charming smile. “Hi, I’m Jimin,” he says.

“Hi Jimin. I’m Jin. The roommate,” Jin says brightly.

“Nice to meet you,” Jimin gives him a nod, then he walks around the kitchen island but stops at the side, looking at Jungkook.

“Oh, uh,” Jungkook says, “do you want some coffee?”

“No, thank you, Jungkook-ah. I kind of…” he seems to hesitate, eyes darting to Jin, then back to Jungkook. “I need to go,” he finally says softly.

“Oh, ok, yeah,” Jungkook says. His heart is doing something weird in his chest and he refuses to analyse it.

Instead, he walks to Jimin, tries to ignore the fact that he thinks Jimin's eyes keep going down to his abs and then back up, and fetches Jimin’s jacket.

Jungkook waits, feeling dumb, as Jimin puts on the jacket and his shoes. He should say something, anything. Even just to comment on the great cut of Jimin’s jacket or how his smile could make galaxies look dim next to it.

But he says nothing until Jimin is done and is facing him to say goodbye.

“I had a great night,” Jimin says softly. “And morning,” he adds with a wink.

Jungkook rubs the back of his neck abashedly, “ah yeah, me too,” he replies.

Jimin takes a step toward him, almost closing the distance between the two. They both look at his fingers as he lets them play with the waistband of Jungkook’s sweatpants. 

They look up at the same time and Jimin smiles.

“Bye, Jungkook,” he says, and he drops a quick peck on the corner of Jungkook’s mouth.

Jungkook’s mind goes blank.

“Bye,” he says dumbly, waves back as Jimin gives him a small wave of hand while opening the door and exiting.

Jungkook takes two steps, closes the door behind Jimin’s retreating back, turns around and pauses. He takes two more steps and looks at Jin, still seated at the kitchen island.

Jin raises an eyebrow, and Jungkook jolts.

“Fuck !” he exclaims, and he turns around, toward the door, but then does a double back and runs to his room.

He picks up his phone from his desk and runs back out towards the door, not even sparing Jin a glance.

He throws the door open and starts jogging down the hallway towards the elevator. He can see Jimin in it, looking down at his phone, not yet aware that Jungkook is making a mad dash for him.

The doors of the elevators start closing, so Jungkook sprints and barely has time to slip his hand between them. 

Jimin jumps up in surprise and the elevator doors reopen with a slight, somewhat annoyed whine.

Jungkook desperately tries to gather his thoughts and says, a little out of breath, “I was wondering, did you get enough material to test that hypothesis?”

Jimin’s surprised expression instantly morphs into a smile.

“Actually, I could do with a better collection of tests.”

“Ah,” Jungkook says, the doors of the elevator trying to close on him. “What’s that ?”

“Different positions, different places, different seasons…” Jimin starts listing promptly.

The elevator’s doors try to close again but Jungkook barely notices, fully focused on Jimin’s pretty smile and pretty eyes, and what he thinks is a hint of hopefulness in them. “That seems like a lot,” Jungkook says, smiling too.

“It really isn’t,” Jimin counters. “And, the more variables we test, the better,” he adds with a firm nod.

“Well, if it’s for science,” Jungkook says, as the doors try to squish him again. It’s okay, he’s stronger than the machine. “We should probably exchange phone numbers. We’ll need to organize meetings and all. I have a lot to learn about uh… testing and such.”

Jimin chuckles and steps forward, gently pushing Jungkook out of the elevator and following him outside. The doors finally close behind them and the elevator starts going down with a whoosh that almost sounds like a relieved sigh.

“Yes, indeed. Many meetings will be needed,” Jimin mumbles with one hand still on Jungkook's bare chest as he leans up. 

“As a matter of fact, are you free for a preparatory breakfast meeting with coffee and croissants?” Jungkook says, hands coming to rest on Jimin’s hips as he leans down, stopping just shy of brushing Jimin’s lips with his own.

“Swap the coffee for hot chocolate and I’m yours,” Jimin replies.

Jungkook doesn’t need more incentive, and he finally closes the gap.