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Jeongguk can’t keep his dick in his pants.
It’s just a fact of Jimin’s life. Water isn’t wet (it is not, fuck whatever Jin-hyung says), he doesn’t get enough sleep most days, and Jeongguk simply cannot go twelve hours without sticking his dick in something.
The last two are linked. Sure, he has a fucked up sleep schedule as it is, because odd hours and long schedules are written in tiny font on the cookie tin of Being An Idol, but his incorrigible, insatiable stud of a dongsaeng has made things significantly worse.
And Jimin is tired.
Of course, not tired enough to tell him to find relief somewhere else, or — God forbid — with someone else. No. No way. The monster of a cock that Jeongguk has hanging between his legs belongs to Jimin and Jimin alone, thank you very much.
It’s just that. Sometimes it can be a lot. Especially when it’s been a long day at the studio and his entire body is sore and aching from yesterday’s practice and yesterday night’s sex, only for Jeongguk to jump him right after he stumbles out of the shower. And Jeongguk whines, begs, pleads for it, big eyes going bigger as he snakes his tattooed arm down Jimin’s back, hand curling briefly around the base of his tail before settling on his hip.
And Jimin feels bad, because Jeongguk can’t help it — he’s just built that way. Rabbit hybrids fuck. A Lot. All the time. It’s instinctive. Nothing he could suppress without a lot of effort or a lot of drugs. And Jimin isn’t particularly jumping at the idea of having him change who he is, at his most primal and personal, just for him. It’s way too much to ask of any hybrid, regardless of species.
Though it’s been getting a lot recently. Jimin doesn’t know what’s caused the change, but at this rate, Jimin’s back is going to completely give out and he’s going to have to go to the hospital to get it checked out. Might as well get a pregnancy test while he’s at it.
Jeongguk might not be able to actually breed Jimin — it’s just a teeny-tiny bit difficult due to the fact that it’s Biologically Impossible — but Jimin’s not entirely sure the bunny hybrid knows that, because Jeongguk seems to be damn well trying his best.
Jimin’s reminded of his tenacity especially now — they’re in Jimin’s waiting room at M Countdown, it’s an hour before call time, and he didn’t get a lick of sleep last night.
And Jeongguk is giving him that Look.
He knows this look far too intimately.
Jimin squints at him.
Jeongguk beams back and proceeds to sidle up to Jimin, chest to Jimin’s back, and — okay. They’ve only been separated for a while for hair and makeup but Jeongguk is evidently very happy to see him.
“Jeongguk,” Jimin says, rolling his eyes before wincing. God, even his eyes hurt. “We’re in public.”
“This doesn’t count as public,” Jeongguk says, pressing kisses to the slope of Jimin’s neck. “Public would be outside in the hallways. Or in the filming studio.”
“It’s public enough. We are not doing anything here.”
Jeongguk psshes. “Like they’re going to bother us. We have a good hour. They’ve left us alone for longer."
Jimin can’t argue with that. Some days it feels like half his job is just waiting. So he switches up tactics. “We fucked three hours ago.”
“But hyung,” Jeongguk goes, voice pitching a little higher and dragging his words out as he pouts. “‘M hard again.” He grinds against Jimin’s ass as he says this, as if to prove it, which is just so unnecessary.
Jimin feels a heat in his lower stomach rapidly begin to stir, the telltale dampness between his cheeks following not long after, and promptly curses the conditioning that he’s been through — just a measly second of grinding and he’s already half hard and slicking up. God, he’s a mess.
“Why?” Jimin asks, tamping his arousal down. Jeongguk says this all the time, and each time, Jimin, without fail, asks about it. It’s one of their things as a couple.
There seems to be an ever-expanding range of things that turn Jeongguk on, and Jimin may be exasperated half the time, but he does like knowing what Jeongguk likes.
Sometimes it’s because Jimin moved a certain way. Or looked a certain way. Or spoke a certain way. Or just existed , really. It’s honestly just the kind of validation Jimin craves more often than not.
“Hyung’s ass,” Jeongguk says, ever reverent, “is so fat.”
Jimin thinks he sees stars in his eyes. Could also just be the caffeine they’re both hopped up on.
Jimin glances down at the clothes his stylist put him in — a cardigan thrown over a dress shirt and slacks. The exact same thing that Jeongguk is in, except Jeongguk has on a blazer instead.
“These pants aren’t even that tight,” Jimin notes dryly, but his traitorous tail gives a quick wag before he can consciously still himself.
“Your ass is fat enough.” He punctuates this with another roll of his hips, and Jimin’s gone , blood rushing downward as he barely beats back a moan. Jeongguk can’t smell his slick yet, but it’s only a matter of time.
“Well, hyung is busy right now,” Jimin says, unwavering, because that’s what he is. Busy and unwavering and definitely not about to succumb to Jeon Jeongguk and his stupidly large cock. “You can use my hands?”
Jeongguk shakes his head. Pouts again. “I want your ass.”
Jimin scoffs. “My ass is currently out of commission. You should know, considering you’re the one who broke it.”
“Sorry,” Jeongguk says, not looking very sorry at all. Jimin can feel him in virtually all his glory, thick and warm and pressed right between his ass cheeks, barriers of clothing like nothing.
“Can I at least… borrow your ass? Just for a little while. I’ll be gentle. And I won’t even put it in. Promise.”
Jimin glares.
“Really, I won’t,” Jeongguk says, seemingly sincere as he reaches forward to palm at the crotch of Jimin’s slacks. “Ah, you’re so cute, hyung.”
“You’re a menace,” Jimin grumbles, tugging his wrists away. Again, if his tail gives the tiniest wag at the praise before Jimin surreptitiously stills it, Jeongguk doesn’t seem to notice.
“Just let me hotdog your ass — please, hyung,” Jeongguk begs. Despite Jimin’s best (half-hearted) efforts to fend him off, he deftly unzips Jimin’s pants and tugs them down easily. They pool in a heap on the ground, which is better than leaving them on and risking cumstains, he supposes.
“No,” Jimin says. “I know you, Jeongguk.”
Jeongguk knows exactly what he means but chooses to sigh and feign disappointment anyway, devil that he is. “I’m hurt, hyung. Do you have no faith in me?”
“Look me in the eye and tell me that letting you get off on my ass won’t somehow lead to your dick accidentally slipping inside me.”
“Letting me get off on your ass will not — somehow lead to my dick — accidentally slipping inside you.”
Jimin scowls. “I can’t take your word for it when you’re laughing so hard you can’t even say it, Jeongguk.”
Jeongguk laughs again, but stops when Jimin’s tail whacks him in the chest. “Sorry.” He clears his throat, before his hands dip down from his waist to the fat of his ass. “You’re already wet, hyung.”
His fingers slip between Jimin’s ass cheeks, rubbing gently at his leaking rim. “All cute and puffy from last night, too.”
“You’re changing the subject,” Jimin says, but his voice comes out breathier than he means it to. His tail wraps around Jeongguk’s wrist, subconscious. “And yes. Like I said. Out of commission.”
Jeongguk lets out a puff of air as he sighs. “But I won’t put it in, I swear.” He sounds sincere, but the finger teasing at his hole says something else altogether. Not to mention the hard cock flush against his ass.
Jimin huffs, and waits.
“Though –” And there it is. “– it isn’t like we haven’t done it like this before.” Another nudge against his hole, a little more insistent than before. “You’ve been puffier. Sorer.” He pauses. “More sore?”
Jimin bristles, spluttering. “It’s more sore. A-and I was in heat, and you were in rut. It’s – it’s different.”
“How?”
“Listen –” Jimin turns to make eye contact, hand curling around Jeongguk’s arm. “How about you use my thighs instead?”
Jeongguk sulks. “It’s not the same,” he complains.
Jimin tightens his grip, fingers digging into the firm muscle of Jeongguk’s forearm. “It’s either my thighs or I watch you try to pretend that your fist is somehow comparable to my ass,” Jimin says, smiling with his teeth grit.
“You’re so mean,” Jeongguk says, but Jimin feels how he twitches against Jimin’s ass.
“C’mon, baby.” Jimin says, turning back around, but not before giving him a quick kiss. “Fuck hyung’s thighs.”
Jeongguk says nothing, but makes haste, slotting his cock between Jimin’s thighs. He’s hot and thick against his skin, and Jimin’s already drenched, slick dripping from his hole, down his taint, and wetting his inner thighs.
It makes the slide easy — almost too easy, as Jeongguk draws his hips back and thrusts har, nearly toppling Jimin from the force of it.
Scrambling for purchase on the roughed-up surface of the sofa, Jimin whips his head back to shoot him a glare, but he’s afraid it might not be as potent as it could be – not when he has Jeongguk’s big dick between his thighs.
He squeezes tighter, drawing moans from both of them.
“Gentler,” he says, voice a little wobblier than he intends it to be. Jeongguk’s hot and thick, and having him so close is driving him crazy. But no; Jimin really is still sore from the night before. It’s just that — well. Some part of Jimin wants him anyway. After all, it’s not like they haven’t fucked like that before, and Jimin’s pretty much certain that it won’t matter once Jeongguk gets his cock inside him.
But it’s the principle of the matter. Jimin is stubborn as hell, and he is making a point. As such: thighfucking.
Jeongguk just hums, pressing an apologetic kiss to the nape of Jimin’s neck. One hand slides down to grip at his thigh, the other rests on the curve of his hip, reassuring. To his credit, he does go a little gentler, uses a little less power, pace a little more forgiving.
Like this, Jeongguk’s cock rubs up against his own hard dick, giving him a taste of that delicious friction every time he thrusts between Jimin’s thighs, and Jimin feels hot all over, head going hazy from the scent of slick and sweat and Jeongguk, murmuring in his ear about how soft his thighs are, how sweet his kitty smells, how pretty his baby is all worked up for him and I’m not even in you yet, hyung.
Jimin is content to clench his thighs and moan quietly — right before he hears that last line, and he’s bristling. “Yet?”
Jeongguk laughs, but says nothing. Instead, he wraps his fist around Jimin’s cock, tight, and Jimin bucks his hips involuntarily.
“Jeongguk,” Jimin pants. “I hate you.”
“I love you too, hyung,” Jeongguk says, and Jimin’s sure he’s beaming like every bit of the bunny hybrid he is. He can hear it in his voice. “You’re dripping from both sides.”
Jimin flushes, tail wagging. “How can I not?” He complains.
“It’s cute. You’re cute,” Jeongguk says. He dips down to ravish his neck, all tongue and teeth. “My sensitive puppy.”
“Shut up,” Jimin says weakly. Jeongguk’s hand is warm, and he can’t help his hips from stuttering up into his firm grip, or his eyes from fluttering shut. “You — who allowed you to be so hot? S-seducing me with your stupid big cock. You’re too handsome for your own good. I hate you.”
Jeongguk smiles against his skin. “The cutest,” he croons.
And a knock sounds at the door.
Needless to say, it scares the shit out of Jimin. He stops moving, stops squeezing his thighs together, stops breathing. His heart is going double-time in his chest, and his ears stand at full attention.
Meanwhile, Jeongguk’s dick twitches.
Jimin’s lovely, beautiful, infuriating boyfriend exhales sharply and continues to fuck his thighs, pace increased significantly as he continues to chase his release. The interruption only spurs the horny bastard on, and yeah, okay, Jimin’s all riled up too, but jesus.
Jimin tries to reach back to smack him as someone behind the door — one of the music show PDs, probably — yells that they’re going to be on in about thirty minutes, so they’d better get ready.
“Yes, PD-nim, thank you!” Jimin shouts back, attempting some form of pre-damage control, while praying to every higher power he knows that whoever’s outside does not decide to open the door. “We’ll be out soon!” He lowers his voice. “Jeon Jeongguk, I cannot believe you were getting off on that.”
“It’s hot,” Jeongguk argues back hotly. “Could you clench? I’m nearly there, just a little more, please, hyung….”
Jimin splutters, but he squeezes his thighs together anyway. Jeongguk moans out a ‘thank you’, letting go of Jimin’s dick to grip his thighs with both hands for leverage. At this point, he’s slamming Jimin back onto his cock, just shy of using him like he’s nothing but a fleshlight, which is hot, but again, he’s in the middle of Something (which is trying to investigate this sudden streak of… exhibitionism? Is this exhibitionism? Jimin is not adequately acquainted with kink terminology.)
“The door’s not locked,” Jimin says, incredulous, “how is the possibility that literally anyone could walk in and see us fucking hot to you?”
Jeongguk groans, digging his nose into Jimin‘s neck, a little incoherent as he starts to speak. “God, it’s — it’s the thought of having someone come in and see me claiming you — and you’re just so pretty and pliant just for me —“ He breaks off into a groan. Jimin can feel his chest heave against his back.
His words aren’t the clearest, but Jimin thinks he gets it. “You like that?” Jimin breathes. “Having other people watch when we fuck, but knowing that I’m all yours?”
“All mine,” Jeongguk murmurs against his skin, breath coming out hot and damp.
Jimin clenches harder. His dick throbs. “And what if the PD really came in, hm? You think he’d stand there and stare? Watch just how well you’d fuck me? Want to touch but know that he can’t because —“
Jeongguk cuts him off with a hard kiss, and then he’s coming, cock twitching and throbbing between Jimin’s thighs as he spurts out hot, thick cum. Jimin barely manages to have enough clarity of mind to lift his hand up, palm cupped so they don’t ruin the couch and have to explain to the higher-ups why there’s a jizz stain on MCountdown property and why aforementioned jizz stain reeks of Jeongguk. (Not that they would have to explain at all, because it’s pretty fucking obvious, but that would be so embarrassing.)
Jeongguk pulls away, mouth coming off his with an audible ‘pop’, and leaving Jimin more than a little dazed.
Jimin’s hand is covered in Jeongguk’s mess.
The most primitive, instinctive part of him is telling him to lick it off.
And so is Jeongguk — or he might as well be, judging from the way he’s staring when Jimin turns, anticipatory and way too excited for someone who literally just came.
Jimin stares back. “I’m not going to lick it off, Jeongguk.”
Jeongguk pouts.
“No,” Jimin says, and his voice only wavers a little, which is a win in his book.
“Shame,” Jeongguk says, as shameless as ever. He plops his head down on Jimin’s shoulder, breathing his scent in as he extricates himself from between his thighs.
Jimin reaches over to the very conveniently-placed tissue box, grabbing a sheet to wipe his palm clean. “Satisfied?”
He can feel the vibrations against his neck when Jeongguk lets out a rumble of affirmation. “But you aren’t.” His hand reaches down to wrap around Jimin’s dick, making him shudder. “Cute little cock still so hard. All for me, right?”
There is a curious mix of wholly unimpressed and absolute fondness that only Jeongguk can bring out in him, and it’s made worse with how horny he still is. “Who else?”
“Then I should take responsibility.” Jeongguk nods, letting go and spinning Jimin around by the shoulders so they face each other, and Jimin can witness just how Jeongguk dramatically closes his eyes and poses like a grave duty has been bestowed upon him. His ears perk up all the way, standing straight atop his head like furry flagpoles. “Of course, I will bear this burden for you, Jimin-hyung.”
He’s such a loser, Jimin thinks.
Smooth, if not a bit sudden, Jeongguk sweeps Jimin’s hand up to his lips and drops a chaste kiss on the back of his hand.
Jimin flushes despite himself. His tail whips up a hurricane behind him.
My loser, he decides.
“Lie down for me, kitten,” Jeongguk says, and Jimin obeys easily, back against the couch as he stares up at his boyfriend.
Jeongguk’s ears are still upright but more relaxed now. He offers Jimin a mischievous smile, but Jimin can see how affected he is, eyes hooded and scent potent.
Jimin’s painfully hard, practically throbbing for it now, but thankfully, Jeongguk doesn’t make him wait long, or at all — mouth on his dick before Jimin can make another snarky remark; whether it’s aloud or not, because Jimin’s mind goes completely blank.
Jeongguk swallows him down so easy that if Jimin could actually form a coherent thought, he’d feel offended, because listen, it’s so unfair how Jimin ends up crying gagging choking on Jeongguk’s cock every time he tries to give him a blowjob, and of course Jeongguk enjoys it anyway, because his boyfriend loves seeing Jimin messy and teary like that, with spit and tears dribbling down his chin, precum some sort of lewd lipstick, says that his puppy is just so adorable when he can’t take him all —
Jimin digresses.
His mouth is warm and wet, and Jimin finds himself bucking up into the heat. He’s basking in the sensation, sighing happily and curling his fingers into Jeongguk’s hair when his boyfriend decides to ease a finger into his hole with no prior warning whatsoever.
Gasping, Jimin tightens his grip on Jeongguk’s curls, mouth popping open. “I told you – off limits,” he manages to choke out between whimpers, as Jeongguk wastes no time, angling right for his prostate.
“Say it without moaning,” Jeongguk pulls off just to say, before he adds another two fingers.
And the slide is just so easy, with how wet Jimin is, and it’s all he can hear; with the squelch of his fingers inside Jimin’s slick hole almost as loud as the way that Jeongguk’s licking all over his cock like he ’s the puppy hybrid.
“Cock so pretty and tiny,” Jeongguk says, voice a dark purr. His chin is shiny with spit and precum and slick. “All mine.”
Jimin squirms, breathing heavily but still finding it within himself to argue back. “Just because you’re big doesn’t mean I’m small,” he says hotly, ignoring the fact that he very much likes being small. “I’m perfectly aver– ah, right there... I’m not small. You’re just too hung.”
Jeongguk raises his eyebrows. “You know it’s both, baby.”
Mouth open and ready to respond, Jimin cuts himself off with a strangled moan when Jeongguk rolls him in half like it’s nothing, body bent and legs above his head so that he’s eye-level with Jimin’s winking, dripping hole, and fucking goes to town .
Drawing his fingers out to grip his thighs firmly with both hands, Jeongguk eats Jimin out like he’s getting paid for every little noise and whine that he manages to pull from Jimin’s lips. Ravenous is what he is, slurping up his slick and pressing his tongue into him in a way that stimulates his prostate just right, and Jimin’s falling, eyelids fluttering as the pleasure overtakes him completely.
He spills onto his chest and abdomen, and feels himself drip more slick into Jeongguk’s mouth, and it’s lapped up immediately, the look in his eyes telling Jimin that he doesn’t aim to waste a single drop.
Of course, it doesn’t stop even after Jimin’s done gushing. Jeongguk simply pulls away and makes a show of licking his fingers clean, ARMY tattoo especially glistening with Jimin’s slick in the bright lights of the dressing room, though his entire hand is damp.
“Stop,” Jimin whines, twitching as he rides out the aftershocks of his orgasm. “You’re so gross.”
“Not my fault you taste so good,” Jeongguk rebuts cheerfully.
Boneless on the sofa, Jimin tries to catch his breath while Jeongguk stands, looking like the cat who got the cream. The rabbit who got the carrot. But carrots aren’t that great for rabbits, are they? Too high in sugar, or something. Jimin saw it in one of those cute animal videos once, he thinks.
“You,” is all Jimin can muster.
“Me,” Jeongguk volleys back, shit-eating grin on full display, and Jimin hates how he’s known Jeongguk for almost half his life now, and dated him for a good quarter of that, but he’s still so weak to that smile.
Jimin mumbles something incoherent before lifting a hand to point, still a little weak in the limbs. “Wet wipes are on the table. What time is it?” He asks, when Jeongguk walks over to where their phones are on the desk.
“We have about –” Jeongguk taps one of their phones with his non-slick hand, and makes a face. “Two minutes, I think.”
“God,” Jimin mutters. “Hand me a wipe. I need to clean this up.”
Jeongguk shakes his head. “I insist,” he says dramatically, but he still looks so sincere and sweet that Jimin couldn’t deny him if he tried. And he’s also certain that Jeongguk would continue to insist, so this is really just the more efficient option.
So Jimin lets him carefully wipe him down, pressing a few extra kisses here and there which Jimin takes with fond exasperation and returning a few of his own, before the post-orgasm haze really clears entirely and the fact that they’re due live in less than a minute really starts to set in.
Jimin’s hands shake as he tries to get his pants over his ass. His heart is still going double-time in his chest; he’s certain that they’re going to be called in at any moment now.
Jeongguk comes over to help him shimmy into his slacks, and they give each other one or two quick once-overs, just to check that all of their clothes are 1. on, 2. on properly, and 3. definitely not looking like they took them off for a quickie.
They spritz on cologne generously, and Jimin does feel a little bit gross, but he supposes they’ve been through worse, and the wet wipes really did make him feel a little fresher. And – he steals a look at Jeongguk in the mirror — Jeongguk looks happy, so he really can’t complain.
JImin flashes himself a smile in the mirror. Oh, fuck, his lip tint is smeared, and yep, so is Jeongguk’s —
“Jimin-nim! Jeongguk-nim! We’re live in five!”
They’re herded to the studio very quickly after that, given their cue cards and microphones, and stood in their positions; they’re right in the middle of the screen, standing next to each other. If anyone sees Jeongguk inch a little closer, they don’t mention it.
Stylists flock around them, adjusting their hair and touching up their makeup as the camera crew does their final preparations to go live. One of the noonas side-eyes their matching lip smears, but says nothing as she corrects it, dabbing away with a tissue and reapplying the gloss.
Then the group recedes, and Jimin and Jeongguk are alone, with an entire ensemble of staff and crew staring back, alongside the cameras that are focused right on them.
“I’m hard again,” Jeongguk says, voice low and sheepish in Jimin’s ear.
Jimin holds back a sigh.
-
It’s still dark when Jimin wakes up to an insistent fullness in his stomach and a feeling of wild hypersensitivity.
Groggy, he opens his eyes, blinking as the rest of his senses fill in his surroundings. He’s in his room, lying on their shared bed. He reaches out, but Jeongguk isn’t there.
“You’re up,” Jeongguk says from above him.
Jeongguk fucking him when he’s asleep is something they’ve talked about before, but it isn’t something that he does often. He says it’s because he prefers Jimin awake, but honestly, Jimin doesn’t really mind either way.
Usually, at any rate.
Cum is splattered against his stomach and chest, his shirt rucked up and his pants nowhere to be found. He’s already come, and evidently Jeongguk has yet to let up on him.
“Gguk-ah,” Jimin groans. “How long has it been?”
“Mm… maybe fifteen minutes?” Jeongguk’s ears are relaxed, flopping around his head as he fucks into Jimin. The city lights that stream in through the window are reflected in his eyes. He’s smiling, the rascal.
“I already came,” Jimin says (whines). “Hurry up and finish.”
“You know you love it,” Jeongguk says simply. “Kitty loves overstimulation, don’t you?”
Jimin feels the blood rush to his face. “No,” he says, unconvincing even to his own ears. “Just cum so I can go back to sleeping without you bothering me.”
Matters are only made worse when Jimin involuntarily clenches around his cock. Jeongguk’s smile gets wider and significantly more smug.
“My tiny little tsundere hyung,” Jeongguk coos, condescending in a fond kind of way. It’s a condescending that Jimin honestly doesn’t mind that much, but he retorts anyway.
“Not wanting your dick in me twenty-four seven does not make me a tsundere,” Jimin grumbles. His brain is all foggy, and Jeongguk certainly isn’t helping.
“Semantics,” Jeongguk says. “My tiny kitten hyung. Hole so tight and pretty for me.” He leans down to give him a brief kiss. “And that response was very tsundere of you,” he adds after pulling away.
“Shut up and cum already,” Jimin moans. He’s getting hard again, hole dripping. He lets his eyes close. Maybe he’ll be asleep again by the time Jeongguk’s done with him.
Jeongguk grins. “What my kitten wants,” he singsongs.
Not the smartest thing to demand, in hindsight. Jeongguk takes him seriously; going silent and pistoning his hips into him at a rate that has him mewling. His thighs slap into the fat of Jimin’s ass, Jimin jostled upwards on the bed with each powerful thrust. The puppykitty hybrid’s scrabbling for purchase on the sheets, thighs trembling and eyes wide as Jeongguk hits his prostate dead on.
His cock is so big he’s quite literally knocking the wind out of him every time he fucks into him. Jimin’s been stretched out, he’s sure Jeongguk’s taken the time to open him up with his fingers, and he definitely feels stretched enough to take his cock, but he’s still big – thick and hot and pulsing inside him. Jimin feels like he’s going insane; fucked into a cock-drunk haze by Jeongguk and his fat cock.
“You act like you don’t care,” Jeongguk breathes, “but your body tells the truth, puppy.” He tugs gently at the base of Jimin’s wagging tail, sharp grin on his lips.
Jimin can barely formulate a coherent thought – he feels all fuzzy at the edges, nerves frayed and sensitive in a way that has him shuddering into an orgasm the second Jeongguk touches his tail, back arching and ears twitching like crazy atop his head.
He comes untouched for what’s at least the second time tonight, though significantly less than before; it comes in small spurts from his dick and a rush of slick around Jeongguk’s cock. A long whine is all he can bear to let out, still not entirely conscious, nor does he have the energy.
“Cum,” Jimin breathes, tone lewd and pitched in the way he only gets when he’s especially fucked out, “want Ggukie’s cum –”
Like Jeongguk had said: what Jimin wants, Jimin gets.
Jeongguk’s release is hot and thick inside him — pools into a mass of heat in his stomach that becomes almost comforting, and even more so when Jeongguk lets go of him just to comb back the hair from Jimin’s forehead, stuck to his sweaty skin. It ends with Jeongguk carding his fingers through his locks, still balls-deep inside him and breathing heavily.
Just as abruptly as he’d been awoken, Jimin falls back asleep like that — to the familiar sound of his breathing and to the feeling of Jeongguk’s hand raking pleasantly through his hair. His tail wags behind him.
He thinks he feels a ghost of a kiss against his forehead and a smiled, spent good night, hyung.