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Hoseok lowers himself gently, being cautious of his sensitive skin.
It wasn't more than a few hours ago that they'd been doing this exact same thing, but when it comes to Jimin, Hoseok can't help it. Jimin always feels the best when he's buried deep within Hoseok, arms wrapped tight around Hoseok's torso with his mouth marking any clear area of Hoseok's skin that he can find. This is what Hoseok craves, what he absolutely lives for.
Jimin grips his hips, grazing his teeth against Hoseok's collarbone as his fingers leave indents in Hoseok's skin. Hoseok whines quietly, biting his lip to keep his noises to himself as Jimin shushes him, rocking his own hips forward to meet Hoseok's.
Hoseok whimpers then, biting down on his lip hard enough to almost draw blood. He feels so full with Jimin deep within his ass, his cock having pressed against Hoseok's prostate almost immediately after Hoseok had seated himself on Jimin's lap. Jimin giggles the teeniest bit, pressing a kiss to Hoseok's throat, waiting for the elder to give the okay.
Jimin's back is cushioned by two pillows, but he can still feel the wood of his bed frame behind him. It isn't uncomfortable having Hoseok straddle his waist to attempt riding him because he knows that Hoseok must be having a hard time with this being their third round of sex within the last twenty-four hours. Hoseok has to be exhausted, if not sensitive beyond belief.
"Hyung," Jimin murmurs, his voice so low and quiet that Hoseok has to strain to hear it. "Are you okay, hyung?"
Hoseok smiles reassuringly and raises his hips, rolling back on Jimin's cock quickly to wordlessly show the younger that he can handle this. This is nothing. This is all that Hoseok wants right now. Jimin makes a choked sound, his fingers digging even deeper into Hoseok's skin.
"Minnie," Hoseok pants, pushing himself back slowly. "Jiminnie, please."
Jimin nods, not needing clarification about what Hoseok is asking of him. He holds the elder tighter in his embrace, his lips skimming across Hoseok's jaw as he fucks up into his hyung. Hoseok whimpers, feeling more sensitive than ever and clings to Jimin, his fingernails leaving red streaks in their path over Jimin's back. Jimin groans, his voice dropping an octave and Hoseok shivers, his skin screaming at him.
There's something about morning sex with Jimin that sets Hoseok's veins on fire. He's always sensitive from the night before, begging and pleading with Jimin to let him ride him. Jimin doesn't mind being a little rough when they have sex, but he'd never want to hurt Hoseok and he knows just how sensitive Hoseok can become. He's hesitant to give Hoseok what he wants, but he caves anyway, not being able to deny the elder anything. Hoseok rocks his hips slowly against Jimin, keening, and whining, doing his best to stay silent in the relative quiet of the dorms.
It's not like any of the others don't know that they're an item. They placed bets on who would confess first, Hoseok being the winner. So it's not like Hoseok and Jimin having sex would shock anybody, but Hoseok also doesn't want to be teased about the sounds he makes later. If Yoongi or Seokjin heard Hoseok right now, they would never let him live it down.
But he digresses. Jimin is fucking up into him nice and slow, grazing Hoseok's prostate with each thrust and Hoseok is panting heavily, his face buried in Jimin's throat.
They always take things slow in the morning, facing each other as Hoseok rides Jimin. This is their usual position for morning sex and yet neither of the two have grown bored with it. It's expected that when Jimin cants his hips forward and grasps Hoseok's dick in between them, Hoseok will gasp and bite his lip, pushing his hips back to meet Jimin a bit desperate and craving for more friction any place he can get it. Jimin rubs his thumb into Hoseok's slit, collecting the pre-come there in order to make the slide of his hand down Hoseok's shaft smoother and Hoseok has to fight back an embarrassing whine.
Hoseok grips his arms around Jimin's neck now, pressing kisses into Jimin's throat as he fucks himself back, the burning sensation of his sensitivity bleeding into blinding pleasure.
He can feel his orgasm coming now, readying itself for when it'll be released through Hoseok's entire body, leaving a fried wasteland in its path. Beads of sweat form on Jimin's brow, his hands still gripping Hoseok's waist.
Their pace is slow and even, almost hypnotizing and it takes Hoseok completely by surprise when his the beginning of his orgasm surges up within him.
He must still be too sensitive to last as long as he'd like, but it's okay because Jimin is coming right after him, unnervingly still as Hoseok's thighs shake and every nerve in his body jumps. Jimin gasps, eyes fluttering shut as his orgasm passes and he collapses against the headboard, grunting the tiniest bit when Hoseok continues to move.
Hoseok's orgasm is nearing its end and things are starting to feel fuzzy, but by God, nothing will stop him from riding Jimin's dick to the fullest.
When he can breathe normally again, Hoseok still continues to move, whining as Jimin's cock presses against his abused prostate. Jimin's movements are wobbly, but he manages to hold Hoseok to his chest and slide down the mattress until his back is no longer pressed against the headboard anymore. Hoseok hisses at the feeling, contemplating whether to let Jimin stay in him or raise his hips and let Jimin slip out.
He decides to stay put, pressing a kiss to Jimin's collarbone as the younger runs fingers through his hair. They lay like that for a while, Jimin humming a song that Hoseok can't make out but ultimately losing the battle to not fall asleep again.
At this moment, everything is soft and gentle. The world is moving outside, but in here, in their room, Hoseok and Jimin are lying on Jimin's bed just finished having sex and basking in one another's presence. The early morning sunlight filters through their curtain, slowly bringing light to their room. A dull strip of light lands across Jimin's face, accentuating his cheeks and eyes and Hoseok kisses him, nice and slow.
Jimin presses a kiss to the crown of Hoseok's head afterward, a hand running down the elder's back, fingertips trailing against his spine and Hoseok shivers.
Jimin is soft and gentle and Hoseok loves him.
"We can go for another round later if you're up for it, Jimbles," Hoseok says, his voice hoarse and thick with sleep.
Jimin laughs, shaking his hips the teeniest bit and giggling as Hoseok hisses when Jimin's dick grazes against his prostate for the nth time. "We should shower and eat first. Go about our days. Practice maybe. Your lust for dick is getting kind of out of hand, hyung."
Hoseok pouts. "My lust for your dick is nothing monumental. Don't exaggerate things, Jimin-ah."
"Yeah, okay, Mr. Let Me Ride You Even After Coming Three Times Last Night," Jimin scoffs, rolling his eyes as he slips out of Hoseok.
Hoseok grimaces at the feeling of come dripping out of his ass and down his thighs, but this is Jimin and Hoseok can deal with whatever as long as he has his little calico cat.
"So that's a yes then?" Hoseok grins, staring Jimin in the eye.
Jimin sighs and nods reluctantly. "Fine. But if you're still sensitive by tonight, we won't have sex for a week."
Hoseok gasps dramatically. "You know I could never last that long. You couldn't either."
"Three days then, and nothing less!" Jimin appeases.
"Love you, Jiminnie," Hoseok murmurs, kissing Jimin again.
"Love you more."