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Jungkook comes home from the Hublot event, he's exhausted but excited: in that way that makes your limbs a bit loose and head a bit harder to contain. He parks his car in the garage and with calculated patience gets out of the car and walks towards the elevator that will take him to the floor he will spend the time of his life in a few minutes. He doesn't bother with his suite like he usually does when he comes back home in a hurry to get out of the tight clothes and in his comfy and oversized ones. Tonight he's been strongly advised to come back in his suite intact. That's why he also had to coax the staff with his charms to let him keep the suite instead of handing it in so that it's taken back to the company. He didn't pay for it so that was only fair but he bargained with kindness to be allowed to keep the suite.
In the elevator he feels giddy about tonight so he keeps shifting his weight from one foot to another in impatience to finally get to the large living room where the show will begin. Meanwhile his phone goes off in the pocket of his dress pants and it makes his heart skip a beat as he fishes it out of his pocket to check what the text he received says.
JM❤️🔥
just a headsup: ETA 10 mins
Me
🙄🙄🙄
just get your ass here hyung
ASAP
JM❤️🔥
impatient, are we?
brat
remind me to teach you how to speak to your hyung properly
Me
for someone who's not even here yet you surely talk a lot
JM❤️🔥
oh you better be prepared
cuz i just pressed my foot on the gas pedal all the way down
be there in 5
Me
hurry
Jungkook grins and just at the right moment the elevator stops at the third floor —where his room and the exclusive lounging area is. He only brings people who he's the closest with to this floor. That includes his boyfriend and all the other Bangtan hyungs. There's a bar at a corner of the spacious room, a set of very comfy chairs, two sofas and a chaise lounge loveseat that faces the large roof to floor window, displaying Seoul and the stunning night sky in all its glory. Jimin and him have spent so many nights stargazing in the military that when Jungkook wanted to build a new house he made sure that it has a good view of the night sky and stars. After their trip to Switzerland, he was deadset on the fact they would both love this little feature about his new house. It feels more like a home this way —to have a piece of the memories with Jimin that they both hold dear as a part of where he lives. Makes those moments eternal and real.
He goes straight to the bar area and picks up his favorite bottle of whiskey and a tumbler to pour himself some. It'll take the edge off a little and sooth his nerves until Jimin arrives. He takes a sip of the neat whiskey as he takes a seat on the loveseat, his legs crossed and arm around the back rest. He closes his eyes and waits as he drinks.
Right on cue, he hears a different notification than a text from his phone. He doesn't have to check it to know it's the security system alerting him someone who has been given clearance just entered the garage. The next indication is that shortly after that alert, the elevator goes down meaning Jimin will arrive in about a minute. Jungkook doesn't move from his spot just shifts around a little, trying to not let the excitement of this all get to him.
Eventually the door of the elevator slides open and that's the only time Jungkook's attention is peaked so he turns his head his head only to lock eyes with Jimin still in the elevator. The moment they see each other, Jungkook feels his mouth filling up with saliva. Jimin looks ravishing — he's only wearing a white shirt with the top two buttons open to reveal a silver of skin that drives Jungkook's restraint almost out of the window.
Jimin walks out of the elevator, his shoes clicking on the marble floor as he walks straight towards Jungkook. But he stops and takes a seat on the single seat leather sofa that's beside the loveseat behind Jungkook and a few feet away from him that can be considered a safe space between them. Only if you couldn't feel the tension so thick you could cut it with a knife.
"Not as excited as I thought you'd be." Jungkook is the first to break the silence, he's always been the impatient one even if the statement sounds flippant and nonchalant. He thrives on getting a reaction out of Jimin. And He has his own ways for riling up Jimin—confidence will get you everywhere.
Jimin puts a thoughtful hand under his chin as he mirrors Jungkook in crossing his long and thick legs. "We'll get there. First, I want to appreciate the view." Jimin calmly retorts. His words bear double meaning to what the view could be implying—Jungkook seating all sprawled out on the seat or the landscape outside the window, or both.
Jungkook feels his pants getting tighter already and a buzz of excitement and desire shoots up his spine. He takes one last sip of his drink and bends down to put the glass by the foot of the seat. When he comes up, he seats side ways and instead of crossing his legs on top of each other he lets his legs fall curl under himself and he shifts around to rest his chin on the top of the headrest of the seat to face Jimin as much as he can, sending an open invitation to Jimin to be devoured.
As if he knows, Jimin doesn't allow Jungkook to have the upper hand so he leaves his coat on the sofa and gets up to get himself a drink too. Jungkook knows it's another way to drag this out and push both of them slowly to the edge. Jimin's back faces him as he pours himself a drink and Jungkook's eyes doesn't leave his frame. He stares at Jimin's figure in earnest— his shoulders filling up his shirt so well which is what he's noticed before too. After the military, Jimin gained himself some prominent muscles and yet he still remains graceful and gorgeously slim. Jungkook's eyes slide down his back and slows down around Jimin's waist and eventually his pert ass stretching his dress pants so well. He finds himself salivating more and the pressure around his groin growing.
"How about a task?" Jimin suggests as he turns away from the small island in the bar area and leans back against it to take a sip of his own whiskey, neat as well. That makes Jungkook sit up and gather his legs towards his core, letting his body face Jimin even if the back rest partially hides his body from Jimin.
"Strip." That's the only word he utters and the next moment Jungkook is on his feet and sliding out of his maroon coat. He folds it neatly and places it on the armrest. His hands go towards the button of his silk shirt but Jimin hums and the younger stops. They are so attuned to each other and the body language of the other that other than clear orders and obviously safe words they don't have to use words more than it's necessary.
"On second thought," Jimin says and he places his drink on top of the counter, "Turn around for me."
Jungkook gulps and does as he's told., facing the window He only hears the click of Jimin's boots to notice he comes closer and he bites his lip, hoping the older would finally touch him. He feels like all of his nerve endings are on fire and that's when Jimin hasn't even laid a finger on him. That's how much power he holds over Jungkook and he feels safe enough with Jimin to let himself be at Jimin's mercy.
The next time Jimin talks it's so close that goosebumps rise all over his neck and arms. Jungkook feels Jimin's breath against the shell of his ear, "Take off your shirt." Jimin whispers and his lips touch Jungkook's ear. "And tell me about your day."
Jungkook starts unbuttoning his shirt and he is so clumsy that Jimin notices. His hand comes on top of Jungkook's from under his arms to help but it's a trap because Jungkook feels Jimin's lips on his neck. It makes Jungkook's legs weak and concentration slipping away for such a simple task so his arms drop beside him powerless. He can't even pretend to rack his brain on what happened during the day, it's hard to think with Jimin so close and touching him like this.
"I asked you something, Jungkook-ah." Jimin whispers against his ear and works his lips on Jungkook's neck in kisses so light it feels like the touch of a butterfly's wings but with the hyperawareness of Jungkook's senses it's like a an attack to his to his nervous system. It's working to flood it but Jungkook knows Jimin will stop at the brink of overflow so he tries his best to revel in it as long as he can.
Jungkook swallow and attempts to respond to Jimin's demand, while he knows it's a trick from Jimin to keep him present in the moment he also knows at the heart of it Jimin is serious about wanting to know about his day. "I- it was overwhelming a bit. I spent the whole day being fret over for that watch event." He pants when Jimin's fingers slip past the few first buttons he's undone to run over his pecks.
He tries to make himself useful again and his hands come up in an attempt to slow down Jimin but he's met with a slap on the back of his knuckles and it makes him snap his eyes open with a small flinch of his body, he didn't even realize he closed his eyes.
"Be good, Jungkook. Don't you want your reward?" Jimin chides and Jungkook lets out a tiny whine and tries to lean his face in towards Jimin to seek more closeness.
"Yes," He knows better than to leave Jimin without a verbal response.
"Go on then. What else happened." The blond man continues opening more buttons and running his fingers on Jungkook's exposed skin—paying special attention to his defined abs, letting a few fingers attempt to get under his waistband but no more than just a teasing fleeting touch.
"The event was nice." Jungkook takes a deep breath and he feels himself becoming grounded for the first time tonight, relaxed and not on alert for the cameras. Jimin feels it, how his shoulders drop and his breath is no longer ragged. Mission accomplished, they're both relaxed and present.
"Do you still have the silk?" Jimin asks and Jungkook's eyes go wide at the indication because he remembers a conversation they had before about trying bondage.
"Yes, my room. In the walk-in closet last drawer under the shoes." Jungkook instructs and feels Jimin nod against his neck.
Jimin holds Jungkook by the shoulder and presses down and Jungkook gets the message to go down on his knees. When he does he feels the hardness of the floor dig in his knees and it's kind of grounding so he sighs and waits for the next thing.
"Make yourself useful and strip faster this time. I don't want to see a single piece covering you." Jimin huffs against his ear again and a shiver runs down Jungkook's back.
He hears Jimin turn around and walk away but then stops mid track, "Oh and if it's not clear, stay on your knees."
Jungkook gets to work and gets rid of all of his clothes down to nothing, just like Jimin instructed. He leaves everything neatly folded on the couch and sits back on his hunches, with his hands politely intertwined in his lap. He tries to regulate his breathing while Jimin is gone—he is already half hard and he has no idea how long will he last but he's willing to test his limits like always. He knows Jimin will take care of him. Even if it's very tempting to forgo that and touch himself to relieve the pressure just a bit. But he doesn't want that he wants Jimin to touch him and let him know he's entirely at his mercy because that is much more rewarding.
Midst Jungkook's process of calming himself down and getting ready mentally, the click of Jimin's shoes comes back from the hallway to his room. Jungkook perks up in anticipation, straightening his spine. When Jimin's figure appears again, Jungkook's mouth falls open at the state he's in, glasses still on but the shirt he's wearing is unbuttoned all the way down, showing off more of that silver of skin Jungkook finds himself wanting to lick. The worst of it is that as he gets closer, he can also spot the happy trail that goes down under Jimin's pants. His cock jumps in his lap.
Of course Jimin, ever the sharp one, notices. Because of course he does when he was also eagerly checking Jungkook out—either to see if Jungkook obeyed him or for the sake of checking him out, he doesn't exactly know but Jungkook always fishing for compliments and praise, would welcome either. But Jimin doesn't indulge like he expects him to. He only walks closer and gives a mere flick of the chin to Jungkook and simply walks around and pauses behind him. Jungkook noticed the black silk tie too when he walked in.
Jimin kneels down on one knee behind Jungkook and instructs, "Hands behind your back, Jungkook-ie." Again Jungkook feel his breath on his shoulder and with great effort and the thought of not being able to touch for the remainder of this session slowing him down, he still obeys.
Jimin takes his time, starts brushing the tips of his fingers down the muscles flexing on Jungkook's back as he tries to keep his hands back. The sensation of Jimin's blunt nails running down his skin is such a sensory overload to that he closes his eyes once again and lets out a long sigh.
"Beautiful and all mine." Jimin marvels and when his hands reach down to Jungkook's, he wraps a hand around his wrist and brings the silk tie around both of his wrists in a neat knot that's comfortable enough but also restrains any movement Jungkook would want to attempt with his hands.
"Is it okay?" Jimin asks in a serious but not any less soft tone to make sure Jungkook is comfortable enough for continuing. Jungkook nods and as much as his voice allows him he responds verbally too, "Yeah. Thank you hyung."
Jimin chuckles in endearment and ruffles Jungkook's hair, "Good boy." He says and gets up from behind Jungkook. Jungkook has to try very hard not to let the simple praise get to him—to his cock specifically. He knows he has a long way to go from how Jimin is taking his time and how he emphasizes on it as he sits down on the love seat in front of Jungkook, crossing his legs and sipping on his whiskey. He's in the mood to play slow tonight.
They look at each other. Jimin's eyes run down Jungkook's frame, from his collarbones to his pecks and abs on complete display for Jimin's admiration. Jungkook has to gulp down a bit from the weight of the blond's gaze on him—it's overwhelming in the best way but it still makes him squirm against the hard and smooth surface of the marble floor. It's digging into his knees but Jungkook doesn't mind it. Especially if it means enduring a bit of discomfort to receive the grand reward Jimin promised.
Jungkook looks too, at Jimin's face with the glasses still on and bow they make his features sharpen and pop out. Especially his eyes, those feline and low lids that are house to the dark orbs examining Jungkook carefully with so much desire and want. He doesn't know what he did in his past lives to have the favor of those magnificent eyes pour down on him in such intensity but he will make sure to prove that he is worthy of it.
Jimin doesn't sit unoccupied. Just to tease and spite Jungkook, to remind him he's at a disadvantage against Jimin, He runs a hand against his clothed crotch as he takes a sip of his whiskey. He makes sure Jungkook's eyes are on him and they are, because he blatantly has his mouth open as he stares at the hand that's lazily running up and down Jimin's very obvious tent over his pants. At the thought of what he can do with Jimin's cock in his mouth but being deprived of it in this position, Jungkook's brows furrow in desperation as he's almost jumping up from his spot to get to Jimin.
Jimin notices this and smiles triumphantly and places the glass on the small side table. "Wanna come closer, baby?"
"Please." Jungkook begs, almost moaning at the offer. So, he's gonna have to work for the attention, easy work for Jungkook being so hungry for it.
"Then come here," Jimin sends the invitation while he opens his legs for Jungkook as an indication to get between them at the foot of the loveseat.
Jungkook has a bit of a hard time to get up on his two feet to walk to Jimin the few steps of distance with his hands tied. So he crawls on his knees, a bit wobbly but he manages because he's a dancer with great core strength after all and it shows in the way he can handle himself. The older man's eyes don't leave him the entire way and when he takes a seat on his haunches between his legs. On instinct Jungkook wants to use his hands to unzip Jimin's pants but the binds around his wrists and the leg Jimin curls around his torso reminds him he can't, that he should be patient.
"Tsk, I thought I told you to be good." Jimin says, a mock slightly disappointed tone lacing his words. But somehow there's affection in it too. Affection that makes Jungkook's muscles go limp and he rests his head against Jimin's knee hoisted up beside him, holding him down from getting up or making any other movement.
Jimin continues stroking himself lazily over his pants, the bulge is taunting Jungkook as Jimin's hand goes up and down over it. He thinks he sees it twitch for a second but he doubts it with the dark fabric and the tightness of Jimin's pants. Either way it makes his own neglected cock actually twitch against his stomach, now fully hard and starting to drip on the tip.
The older finally takes mercy on him and moves to unzip and then lift his hips up to pull down his pants and boxers, ridding himself of them all at once as he throws them on the other side of the chair carelessly. Jungkook doesn't blink at it, he has eyes for one thing only in this room and it's Jimin's cock. And oh what a glorious sight it is. Jimin is fully hard too, tip red and angry as it glistens with his precum. Jungkook licks his lips at the sight, he's sure his eyes flash in excitement when he sees the man
Jimin is watching him and just to get a reaction out of him, he gives his hardness a long pump from base to tip and lets himself have his head fall back and hips buck up a bit. "Imagine how good it would be to have this inside you Jungkook-ie." Jimin says with a grunt and Jungkook doesn't realize his face is now inches away from Jimin's balls, he just nods frantically waiting for a single word to give him the go so he can put his mouth on that gorgeous dick of Jimin's. Not very long but deliciously thick in a way it would fill Jungkook's mouth perfectly.
Jimin continues stroking himself and thinking out loud on how he could fill Jungkook up and the younger can't help but get a little taste. So he sneakily leans in and sucks on Jimin's balls as he's lost in his own pleasure to realize what Jungkook is doing. Or he's giving Jungkook a bit of leeway for being so good this whole time. Either way Jungkook takes his time, licks and gently sucks the tight skin of the glands into his mouth, imagining what the real thing would feel like. He can't help his little desperate moans because he's awfully hard too and needs to be touched.
Eventually, Jimin stops his hands on himself and with a rough grip on Jungkook's hair, he detaches the younger from himself. It makes Jungkook cry in pain he takes in stride but Jimin still checks in on him. "Color?"
"Green." Jungkook pants a bit, he doesn't realize he's been holding his breath all this time between Jimin's legs and his testicles in his mouth but he wouldn't have it any other way.
Jimin stares at Jungkook's glossy eyes, already a bit fucked out with sweat glistening at his hairline from the effort of having his hands tied and the awkward angle he had his neck in while sucking Jimin. "You're being so good for me sweetheart. Open up for me." Jimin's voice is low and a bit desperate but what makes Jungkook's cock jump is the indication of having his mouth open for Jimin implies. So, he immediately opens up and instead Jimin shoves two fingers in his mouth, almost all the way down to the last knuckle that manages to pull a jump of Jungkook's throat out of him.
The younger gurgles a bit but still manages to accommodate Jimin's two thick fingers in his mouth as the older starts fucking his fingers into Jungkook's mouth with the unrelenting grip on his hair but now at the base of his neck, to hold him in place and make him take it. Jimin stares mesmerized at Jungkook's expression, the way it seems like no effort for him to take only his fingers. Jungkook doesn't fail to put on a show Jimin either, he makes sure to keep the eye contact with Jimin as his fingers turn to three in his mouth, filling around it like that's where they belong.
Jimin lets go of Jungkook's hair and removes his fingers when he deems the younger's mouth violated enough and uses the now wet fingers to slick himself up, stroking up and down his length until it starts slightly glistening in Jungkook's spit. Then with a single finger he gestures for Jungkook to get to work, and Jungkook practically pounces on Jimin.
He leans in eagerly like it's going to be his last meal and takes Jimin's length in his mouth half way down, enveloping Jimin in the heat of his mouth. They both moan at the feeling—Jungkook at the length filling up his mouth so well, Jimin at the wet confinement of Jungkook's mouth. Then Jimin's hand goes to Jungkook's shoulder, holding it there to ground himself and make Jungkook pace himself because they both know how on the edge their releases are but want to savor the moment all the same.
Jungkook remains there for a while, with his mouth full of Jimin's cock and letting himself get used to the feeling before he can move. He knows Jimin loves some good cock warming so it's no loss for any of them. Meanwhile, Jimin can't take his eyes off Jungkook—lids almost falling shot and eyes slightly rolling back, sweat glistening on his shoulders and back from the excretion of having to hold himself up without his hands. His only support is Jimin's leg that he's slightly leaning against, like a pathetic little pup all at Jimin's mercy.
Jimin runs a hand in Jungkook's hair, a bit stiff from the gel the stylists put in his hair for the event and now it's a bit sticky and damp from Jungkook's sweat. He manages to brush back the bangs falling over his beautiful eyes gleaming from the ambiance of the lighting in the room.
"You're so good for me, Jungkook. What have I done to be this lucky, hmm?" Jimin asks, not particularly looking for an answer, just trying to fuel Jungkook's not so subtle appetency for praise. But Jungkook takes a deep breath through his nose, closes his eyes and braces himself for moving his mouth as if those very words where enough to reward him.
Jungkook sets a steady pace, to avoid choking himself and making Jimin come too fast, all forgetting about his own hardness between his legs as it's leaking and laying neglected. Jimin can't help the way his head tolls back against the headrest of the couch as Jungkook continues sucking his member all the way down to the base of it, enveloping him in the heat that sends trembles up his back and legs. Jimin almost loses it when Jungkook swallows around him, eager to please.
"Fuck Jungkook, I thought we were edging you but I don't think I can last much longer." Jimin groans i n warning, oblivious to Jungkook and the little happy high five he does internally. Yes he's always worked hard for his prize when it comes to Jimin, but it doesn't mean he stops being less smart about it. So Jungkook pulls away and seats back on his hunches again politely, but still learning the side of his head against Jimin's knee—making eyes at him.
Jimin redirects his attention back to Jungkook, recognizing that smug little quirk of his lips despite his already fucked out expression and he hums in amusement. "You were planning for this all along, weren't you."
"Work smarter not harder, right?" Jungkook grins, mouth still swollen from the excretion of deep-throating Jimin just moments ago and yet he still looks like a force to be reckoned with. Jimin's salvation and demise all at once. Those dimples forming dents on his cheeks and his hair falling over his eyes so beautifully despite how Jimin ran his fingers in them, gipped them and stroked them.
It's hard to resist any longer so, Jimin leans forward with his face inches close to Jungkook, eyes sparkling like he knows he's already earned his prize. Which he has, even without lifting a finger and Jimin would still give him the entire world when it comes down to it. "Now I have no choice but to reward you." Jimin's words sounds like a threat but they both know they just love the thrill of it and none of them can keep their hands to each other long enough.
"Don't threaten me with a good time, hyung. I've been waiting for this all evening and I've gotten so close, haven't I?" Jungkook dares like he isn't bound by his hands, like he's not kneeling on the ground to be tamed like the brat he is.
Jimin's nostrils flare for a millisecond and a smirk stretches itself over his mouth, emphasizing it with a head to toe look at Jungkook. He leans back, giving Jungkook a the smallest skip of the heart thinking Jimin changed his mind about rewarding him. But the older man lets his back rest on the couch comfortably and gestures Jungkook on his feet with a mere wave of his fingers. The younger obeys and gets up on his knees and then feet, Jimin taps his own thigh for Jungkook to get there.
It's not much of a thought when Jungkook straddles Jimin, thick sculpted thighs framing the older's. This way they are closer, be it body heat or skin, it's all too intense with Jungkook having to lean his forehead against Jimin's to hold himself from falling over Jimin, and on top of it not being able to touch. When for Jimin it's all the opposite, he has all the freedom he likes to touch Jungkook and explore him all he wants. And Jimin does.
His hands roam Jungkook's back and his bare ass and all the way up to the nape of his neck. Jungkook's heart beats a bit faster because if Jimin kisses him, it'll be the first one all throughout the night. Jimin holds him by the nape and starts kissing from the corner of his mouth, open mouthed and wet, making sure to leave marks when he reaches under his jaw. The blonde pays close attention to the spot Jungkook's pulse is rattling against his skin like a bird in a cage trying to flee.
It doesn't take long for him to reach down to Jungkook's chest and turning him to a moaning, begging mess—the brat from moments ago no longer there. "Please, hyung. You're driving me crazy." He whines, now really trying to wiggle his hands around against the silk tie, he's so desperate to touch—himself, Jimin, anything that relieves the tight knot that's threatening to burst him to pieces.
"Now you understand what you do to me when you're being irresistible, don't you." Jimin taunts, not as question though. His hands cling onto the round globes of Jungkook's ass, subtly grinding against Jimin's very stiff cock slotted between the younger man's legs.
"I do, Jimin. Please fuck- Ah!" Jungkook monas mid-sentence, because Jimin decided it's a good moment to let the tip of a finger dig into his hole, not enough to breach in but enough to startle Jungkook's very hyper aware senses.
"Shhh. Easy baby, I'm gonna untie you. Promise you'll be good." Jimin hesitates for Jungkook's response as his hand hovers over the knot of the silk tie and his other hand occupied with circling around Jungkook's rim, slightly stretching it and letting go.
"I promise, I'll be good. But can we please go to the bed." Jungkook whines, leaning down to leave a peck on Jimin's lips to entice him and the older indulges, kissing back briefly.
Jimin obliges and unties Jungkook, then supports him on his shaky legs with an arm around him as they go towards the bedroom at the end of the hall on the right corner across from the entrance. When they make it to Jungkook's room, Jimin sits the younger down on the bed and plants a kiss to his hair.
"I'll be right back. Get comfortable for me, okay?" Jimin taps Jungkook's shoulder when the younger nods in response and leaves for the en-suit bathroom.
Jungkook seats on the edge of the bed for a few seconds, gathering his bearings and taking deep breaths to calm the erratic rattling of his heart against his chest. His room is swallowed in darkness except the warm glow of LED lights on the roof that Jimin turned on when they came in plus the large windows of his room, facing the city lights of Seoul looking like a sea of stars illuminating the night sky. He is still very much aroused, but he finds himself in thought as he stares more at the view. Calling this new place home after the military and with all the 7 of them coming back together, has been much easier than the solo era. He feels like he actually has a place to feel like he belongs—being by the other members' side and here in this room with Jimin, at his own home.
Jimin breaks his train of thoughts as he pops a head from the door of the bathroom, "You can open yourself up for me if you're bored," Jimin instructs with a grin on his face and then disappears again, "No coming though!" He yells again from inside the bathroom, his voice reverberating against the tiles and it makes Jungkook snort. How is that person still the same guy from just a few moments ago. He is excited and Jungkook knows it but he also knows that his boyfriend knows that when he's in a certain headspace, Jungkook tends to get a bit spaced out if left unattended. His musing just moments ago is proof of it, while he knows it's not a bad thing, it's much more enjoyable for both of them to stay grounded in the moment—not to let the outside world break the moment. They both love the intensity of letting themselves enjoy every seconds of every moment they share together, be it intimate or just a simple dinner.
Jungkook just moves back against the mattress to lay back comfortably on the pillows. He knows he has lube somewhere around the sheets and he's right when he shoves a hand under his pillow and retrieves the tube. To make himself relaxed, he places a pillow under his hips and pours some lube on his tattooed fingers and watches the clear viscose substance stretch and cover his fingers as he warms it up in his hand. The scene is so lewd that he goes a bit cross eyed for a second but before he gets distracted, he lowers his hand between his legs as he bends a knee in his stomach. Starting slow comes with circling his rim and then letting the first knuckle thrust in and then after a short pause he lets it get swallowed inside him all to the way to the last knuckle.
He pants when he turns one to two, then three because it's been a while and it takes some getting used to it. Jimin being thick doesn't really help either, but it's just part of the fun. He fingers himself and trying hard to avoid his chubbed up cock until Jimin comes back naked and only with a towel around his waist. The moment their gazes meet, Jimin's go dark and a smirk curls the corner of his lips. Jungkook moans at the same time when he hits a spot and the blond walking towards him like a hunter to his pray—his slicked back wet hair making his features look so sharp, the younger wants to be devoured by that. Jimin slowly walks towards the bed and lets his eyes run on Jungkook's figure, sprawled on the bed and wrecked already from his own fingers.
"Hyung fuck- Please, I can't reach it." Jungkook whines, the muscles on his abs twitching violently as he tries to shove his fingers further up his ass, Jimin assumes by it Jungkook means his prostate and it deepens the grin on his face.
"Tsk, let hyung help." Jimin feigns concern with a frown as he kneels beside Jungkook and brushes off his hand back. "On your belly, baby." His orders are to the point but Jungkook doesn't have to be told twice as he rolls on his stomach, with the pillow still under his hips and his ass propped up, rim glistening in the remnants of the lube he used. He can feel Jimin move behind him and straddle his thighs and the next second the towel lands on the floor with a thump, Jungkook knows he is close to bliss any moment now an despite the knowledge, his heart starts beating out of his chest wanting to jump out and be free.
Jimin feels Jungkook's ass in his palms and he finally lets his cock come to contact with Jungkook's hole, just the tip against his rim. "Breath," That is Jimin's only warning and Jimin gulps a breath but before he can exhale it, Jimin has thrust his length in all the way to the base. Jungkook's exhale turns into a a broken cry as Jimin settles inside him, letting him get used to it and teasing a bit too by rolling his hips slowly without making any in and out motions to create friction. Just to make Jungkook taste the tip of the real pleasure that is about to come.
Don't get Jimin wrong it takes a lot of Jimin's resolve not to start fucking Jungkook into the mattress and senseless right on the bat, but he loves edging and he know Jungkook does too. So he leans in and lets his upper body blanket Jungkook's broad back, and whispers sweet northings in Jungkook ear and breathing in his scent infused with sweat and his cologne. He is a starved man and Jungkook is an extravagant meal catered only to Jimin's most desperate desires.
"You're doing so well, baby. Do you like this? Me being so deep inside you, us connected like this?" Jimin's words are lewd and so full of his unadulterated passion that Jungkook feels the vibration of his words pressed against his neck raise goosebumps on his skin, but it's more than welcome so he lets the feelings that are bubbling inside his chest consume him and bring him closer to the edge.
"It's so good, hyung. You're so good to me. I love this, I love you." Jungkook doesn't know any other way to put his jumbled and pleasure addled senses into words that go beyond that, so he babbles. He hopes and prays Jimin knows how much he consumes him and how me much he doesn't want him to stop.
Jimin starts moving and the room becomes an obscene orchestra of skin slapping against skin and moans and grunts the two men make tangled in each other in the intensity of the moment that belongs to them and them only. A safe cocoon where the two of them only exists, a moment etched into the deepest layers of their bond.
Eventually Jimin gets restless to see Jungkook's face so he pulls out and demands Jungkook on top of him as they roll around with Jimin on his back and the younger on top. Jungkook sets a brutal pace and they both get choked on their breaths as Jimin's nails dig into Jungkook's thighs, wanting to ground himself but it's certain he will leave marks in shape of crescent moons that Jungkook will take pride in wearing.
"Hyung, please I'm so fucking close." Jungkook pants, frustration from being so close to the edge all night making him fist his own hair, anything to tip him over.
"Touch yourself Jungkook-ah. Come for me, baby." Jimin is no better when he allows, head rolling back against the pillows, blond mop of hair a disheveled mess on the sheets.
Jungkook doesn't hesitate to pump himself in unison with every roll of his hips, making Jimin's tip hit the bundle of nerves that shoot electricity up his spine every time.
Eventually Jimin comes inside with a last thrust up inside Jungkook despite holding back for so long and Jungkook can feel it inside, his walls clenching around Jimin from the warmth of Jimin's cum nestled inside. Jungkook also comes with a last pump of his hand and Jimin's cupping his balls and squeezing just tight enough that ends up with the other nestled in the crook of Jimin's neck, both panting and delirious from the orgasm.
"That was fucking insane." Jungkook deadpans, his voice muffled by Jimin's neck.
The older man's chest vibrates with the force of his laughter, tired but happy and light nevertheless. "And I can't believe you barely kissed me all night." The younger continues, as he brings up his head to face Jimin with an offended frown and a pout on his face. Jimin smiles fondly, "It's never too late, is it?"
Jungkook lets his eyes linger down on Jimin's lips, he must've bitten it a lot but nevertheless they always look so kissable. So, he leans down to take his claim. Jimin kisses back and it's sweet at first but turns a bit hungry when Jungkook cups Jimin's chin to explore his mouth. Jimin hums in satisfaction and lets Jungkook's tongue explore, letting him meet his own as he holds him there with a hand on his nape, digging into his damp strands and then sliding down Jungkook's back. The older is still inside so when he reaches down enough to feel Jungkook's ass, he finds the spot where they are still attached and just to tease he grabs a cheek and spreads the skin around his own length apart. That makes Jungkook's cock stir against Jimin's stomach, still sticky with his own cum.
"You're insatiable, Jungkook. How are you even hard again?" Jimin whispers against Jungkook's lips.
"Well, lucky you." Jungkook grins, letting a thumb trace Jimin's kiss-flushed mouth as he stares at it, how his lower lip immediately falls open so pliantly.
"No mercy for your hyung, is there huh? Just cock and balls in that head of yours." Jimin teases, clicking his tongue in mock reprimand.
"Well it got me here, right where I want to be." Jungkook retorts.
They kiss again and Jimin becomes hard in time. This time Jungkook ties Jimin's hands to the head of the bed and rides him until they are both exhausted for anything else—in each others arms and in the mess they made.