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“Can you get your brother from upstairs, Jeongguk?” his mom tells him and Jeongguk sighs, irritated. Jimin had gone up ten minutes ago, after he’d spilled wine all over his pants and still wasn’t downstairs.
“Go!” his mom stresses, pushing him toward the stairs as she grabs a plate of stuffed mushrooms for the rest of their family in the living room. Jeongguk hated Christmas. He hated coming home and mingling with his relatives, the incessant questions about what he was going to do with his life always coming paired up with praise for Jimin.
“I’m going,” he huffs, rolling his eyes as he heads for the stairs. He takes them two at a time, walking past his aunt’s master bedroom and heading for the hallway bathroom. Jeongguk knocks on the door once before throwing the door open and Jimin jumps up from where he’s standing, ass naked, in front of the sink. Jeongguk’s eyes widen as Jimin’s hands drop to his groin.
“Uh,” Jeongguk starts, standing in the doorway and suddenly all Jeongguk can remind himself is that Jimin’s his step-brother.
“Close the fucking door!” Jimin screams at him and Jeongguk closes it behind him, feeling even stupider as he encloses himself with Jimin in the bathroom. “What the fuck?”
“Shit, sorry! I didn’t — I mean, why did you — ” And that’s when Jeongguk notices that Jimin isn’t really… cupping anything. His hands are just spread flat over his groin and… wow, was Jimin’s dick really that fucking small? He almost laughs.
“What the fuck Jeongguk, get out,” Jimin hisses at him. Jeongguk notices Jimin’s underwear and pants on the bathroom counter, both wet. He was washing the stains out.
He can’t help himself, never really has been able to, and for once, he has the upper hand on Jimin. “Your dick must be really small, Jimin.” He takes a step forward. “You got nothing to hold onto down there, huh?”
Jimin’s eyes widen, and Jeongguk knows he’s being an asshole but he’s spent the last two years being told repeatedly what an amazing person Jimin is, how Jeongguk should work hard like him, get his shit together like him and he can’t miss the opportunity. When he reaches down, he grabs at Jimin’s hands, pushes them inwards and there’s nothing. Jimin’s gone red in the face, eyes wider than before and he shoves at Jeongguk so hard, he trips back, lands on his ass. But he sees everything.
Jimin doesn’t…
“Fuck you!” Jimin spits at him, grabbing the towel hanging by the shower wall and running out of the bathroom, pants and underwear left behind. Jeongguk just sits on the floor, eyes unblinking, the image of what he’d just seen burning through his eyes.
Somewhere behind him he can hear his mother calling from the bottom of the stairs. His aunt’s put dinner on the table.
When Jeongguk had turned 19, his mom had told him over dinner that she’d found someone. Jeongguk had been happy for her. His dad had left when he’d been young and he’d never come back and that’d been fine. Jeongguk’s mother had been enough. What he hadn’t anticipated was that the guy his mom had found had a son.
Jimin.
Jeongguk hadn’t liked him. He was too pretty, somehow delicate and sturdy all at once. Jeongguk had spent longer than he’d like to admit staring at Jimin’s fat ass, at the way his hips widened out from his waist, his plump lips. Maybe if he didn’t have to hear his mother wax poetic about him, Jeongguk would have liked him more.
Where Jimin was sweet and polite, Jeongguk had always been abrasive growing up, getting into trouble, nearly getting expelled out of high school. He’d gotten into art school based on his portfolio alone, and he knew that, but Jimin? Straight A student, 2400 SAT score, graduated from an Ivy League. Jeongguk hated everything about him.
Still, he’d given his mother enough grief and had decided that for appearances sake, he’d get along with his “older brother”. Jimin was always nice, and that got under Jeongguk’s skin even more.
But right now, Jeongguk knows he’s fucked up and fucked up big. Jimin’s locked himself in their cousin’s room and Jeongguk is holding his pants and underwear in one hand and has the other coiled up in a fist, willing himself to knock on the door.
He’s about to knock when the door opens, the towel wrapped around Jimin’s waist. They stare at each other for a minute, Jeongguk offering Jimin his clothes with a weak hand. Jimin snatches them away, eyes narrowed and face flushed before he slams the door back in Jeongguk’s face.
He deserved that.
Clearing his throat, Jeongguk manages out a, “Dinner’s ready,” before rushing downstairs, unable to meet his mom’s questioning stare.
“Have a goodnight boys,” Jeongguk’s step-father says, closing the door behind him. Jimin hasn’t spoken one word to Jeongguk since the Incident and Jeongguk doesn’t blame him. Except now that they’re both in his room together, Jeongguk can stop thinking about Jimin’s… pussy.
The word sits heavy in his mouth, and he sneaks a glance over at Jimin. He’s got his back facing Jeongguk as he stares at the clothes he brought with him to change into. Jimin’s room is being used by his uncle’s kids, two of their cousins. Or well, Jeongguk’s step-cousins. They usually came to live with Jimin’s family over the holidays, which now translated to Jeongguk’s family as well. It’s not like Jimin spent much time in his room anyways, considering it was threadbare. He’d never come to live with them, having headed to law school right out of his undergraduate degree and had worked over the summer. Jeongguk still hasn’t graduated.
Jimin was sleeping in Jeongguk’s room until their cousins left or Jimin, whichever came first. It worked out, more or less, except now Jeongguk knows something he shouldn’t.
Swallowing around the lump in his throat, Jeongguk licks his lips and blurts out the first thing that comes to mind. “I won’t tell anyone.”
Jimin snorts, but doesn’t say anything, having grabbed the towel he’d brought with him, too.
“I’m — I’m sorry,” Jeongguk tries again, fingers fisting into his bed sheet. He stares at the sleeping bag on the floor of his room. He always made Jimin sleep on the floor, never offered him his bed. Jeongguk was a real dick.
“You’re sorry?” Jimin says quietly, venomously. “You’re sorry?” He spits it out this time, spinning around to glare at Jeongguk. It’s the meanest look Jeongguk has ever received from Jimin. “You fucking violated me and you’re sorry?”
“I didn’t — ”
“You didn’t mean to what, Jeongguk? Make fun of my small dick? Haha, guess the jokes on you, I don’t have one,” Jimin snarls out, shoulders hiked up, his body tight like a coil. Jeongguk can’t even blink.
“How was I supposed to know?” he mumbles out when Jimin looks away from him, cheeks red with fury and shame.
“You have no fucking right to do what you did to anyone,” Jimin seethes, knuckles white as he holds his clothes in his hands. “You had no fucking right but god, you just couldn’t help yourself, could you? Always so fucking jealous. And of what, Jeongguk? Not being able to live how you wanted? I fucking — ”
“I’m sorry,” Jeongguk whispers, watches every ounce of rage and anger seep out of Jimin as if he were a tea bag dropped into hot water. He looks exhausted, upset.
“Yeah, you’re sorry,” Jimin says quietly, hand pushing his hair back. Jeongguk follows the motion, eyes grazing over the defeated set of Jimin’s shoulders, taking in the dark circles under his eyes. “I’m gonna go shower and when Jiwoo and dad are asleep, I’ll move to the living room, okay?”
“What? Why?” Jeongguk asks, standing up, and it feels like something’s crawled under Jeongguk’s skin, taken up residence.
Jimin gives him an uneasy look, avoiding Jeongguk’s eyes. “I don’t need you laughing at me.”
“Why would I laugh?” Jeongguk’s spine feels suddenly rigid, hands fisting.
Jimin looks up surprised, a disbelieving laugh coming out of him. “Precedent.”
“You — you can’t sleep downstairs. Mum’ll ask why,” Jeongguk says instead, forces himself to relax. “I’m not going to do anything.”
Jimin’s mouth sets, jaw clenching. “Fine.”
He leaves after that and Jeongguk stands in his room, staring at the Iron Man poster on the back of his door, breathing in and out, in and out.
Jimin’s staying until the second week of January, Jeongguk learns from his step-dad. He wouldn’t have really cared before, having already decided to spend most of his time out of the house with Jimin around. But now, Jeongguk can’t seem to leave, feels agitated every time Jimin avoids him or brushes him off.
He deserves it, he knows that but somehow it bothers him regardless. Being ignored has never sat well with him and it doesn’t help that all Jimin does is hole up in different corners of the house and read. What was so interesting in his dumb book anyways?
Jeongguk’s only victory is that Jimin’s still sharing the room with him. He’d offered his bed a few times, but Jimin had turned him down every time.
On New Year’s eve, everyone comes over to their house and while Jeongguk had planned to go to his friend Hoseok’s party, he doesn’t go. Instead, he holes up in his room and lies in bed, eyes fixed on the glow in the dark stars he’d stuck up when they’d moved into the house.
He keeps thinking about it. Had even gone so far as to rub one off in the shower this morning, Jimin’s face, his pussy popping up in front of Jeongguk’s eyes no matter how hard he tried to think about anything else. Images of Jimin’s cheeks flushed rosy pink, pretty mouth kiss-swollen, pale skin covered in bite marks, like he belonged to Jeongguk and Jeongguk alone, his mouth hung open as he pants, begs for Jeongguk’s —
The door to his room swings open and Jeongguk startles in surprise, stares at the culprit who’s put an end to his fantasies. It’s Jimin, looking a little flushed and maybe annoyed that Jeongguk’s in his own room.
“You’re here,” Jimin intones, mouth pursing.
“It’s my room,” Jeongguk responds, careful not to sound too defensive. He was still trying to work his way into Jimin’s good graces again.
Jimin licks his lips, shrugging as he closes the door behind him. “That it is.”
He’s drunk, a certain sway to his movements that’s normally not there. Jeongguk remembers his mom telling him that Jimin had been accepted to Juilliard but he’d declined. Jimin seems contemplative as he stares at Jeongguk and then as if he making up his mind, he strides over to Jeongguk’s bed, sinking down next to him. Jeongguk freezes, Jimin’s weight pressing bodily into him.
“Move over,” Jimin lilts, ass wiggling to make space for himself on Jeongguk’s bed. He manages to shuffle over, somehow, keeps his mouth shut. “My back hurts,” Jimin adds, arching upwards and Jeongguk follows the line of his chest. Settling back down, Jimin sighs, seemingly content. His eyes are closed.
Jeongguk thinks Jimin’s gone to sleep, his breathing even and he makes to get up, leave the bed to him when Jimin cracks his eyes open. He’s staring at Jeongguk, the flush in his cheeks dimmed down. “You’re the only person who knows.”
“What?”
“I’ve never told anyone else, or well,” Jimin says, waving his hand to the side. He bites down on his lip, and Jeongguk watches it reappear slowly, wet with spit. “Who was I going to tell…”
“I dunno, your… boyfriend? Girlfriend?” Jeongguk offers, hesitant. Jimin snorts, turning to look at Jeongguk.
“And tell them what, Jeongguk?”
“Trans men… they have, you know,” Jeongguk explains, face beginning to heat up. He feels awkward.
“Have you been reading up? You know, when you weren’t busy staring at me,” Jimin smirks, a little nasty. Jeongguk looks away, stares at his ceiling again.
“I was bored.”
“I bet you were.” Jimin hums something under his breath, eyes shutting slowly. Despite himself, Jeongguk can’t help but stare. “It’s okay. No one would want me anyways.”
“Says who?”
“I do,” Jimin answers.
“T-that’s not true,” Jeongguk stutters, swallowing down the lump in his throat. Jimin’s eyes flicker open, find Jeongguk’s in the dim light of his lamp.
He smiles, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. “You wanna fuck me, Jeongguk?” He doesn’t wait for Jeongguk to reply. “But that’s it right? Fuck the freak, get rid of your curiosity, and then ditch him.”
“Don’t put words in my mouth,” Jeongguk snaps, the stiff terror of everything Jeongguk knew catching up to him. He’d spent the last seven days like a caged lion, restless and annoyed and horny.
“It doesn’t matter,” Jimin says, finally, tense next to Jeongguk. “Our parents — ”
“We’re not related,” Jeongguk cuts him off. “I don’t care if our parents are fucking.”
Jimin wrinkles his nose, “Don’t be crass.”
“I’m not the one who started this.”
“Didn’t you?”
Jeongguk’s hitched himself up, weight bearing down on his elbow as he looks down at Jimin, blond hair falling down around his head like a halo. “Then I’ll end it, too.”
He leans down, kisses Jimin harder than he intends, cock throbbing as Jimin gasps into his mouth. Jeongguk grabs the hand Jimin brings up to his chest, holds it down, swallows Jimin’s moan as easily as he swings a leg over Jimin’s hips to straddle him. Jimin kisses back, needy, mouth softer than anything Jeongguk could have imagined. He licks into Jimin’s mouth, tastes Jimin’s desperation like something palpable.
Jimin’s free hand fists into Jeongguk’s hair, and despite what Jimin said about not having a partner before, he certainly knows how to kiss, biting down on Jeongguk’s lip. He sucks the bruised flesh back into his mouth, their breathing growing heavier and Jeongguk grinds down against Jimin’s crotch, cock hardening by the second.
“Want me to fuck you, Jimin?” Jeongguk asks, breathless, hands itching to spread Jimin’s legs apart, see his wet, aroused pussy, slick dribbling out of him. Jeongguk wants to know how big of a mess Jimin can make, how swollen his cunt looks when it’s filled with Jeongguk’s cum. “Answer.”
Jimin’s wrist twists in Jeongguk’s hold, eyes already glazed and he looks torn, like he can’t decide. Jeongguk, horny and pumped full of adrenaline, slides down, thumb pushing up against where he thinks Jimin’s clit is. Jimin’s entire body seems to gasp, legs spreading and he’s so ready for Jeongguk, so desperate. He needs Jeongguk’s cock.
“Yes,” Jimin breathes out and Jeongguk doesn’t wait to hear it again, getting up and off Jimin in one quick move.
“Clothes,” Jeongguk instructs, yanking his own shirt up and off before locking his bedroom door. He turns back to look at Jimin, cheeks flushed, shirtless and pulling his jeans down. Jeongguk undoes the button on his own, zipper dragging down slowly as he watches Jimin, his briefs still on. Leaving his jeans right by the door, Jeongguk helps Jimin get his jeans off from around his ankles. He doesn’t wait for Jimin to pull his underwear down, fingers hooking under the band and dragging them down himself.
Jimin squeezes his legs together, cheeks growing darker and Jeongguk think it’s cute, might even find it cuter if he weren’t so damn horny. “I wanna see it, Jimin. Spread ‘em open.”
“I’m not a — ”
“Not a what, babe?” Jeongguk smirks, pushing Jimin down as he tugs Jimin’s legs open, eyes on the prize as he fits himself between Jimin’s legs. Jeongguk nearly groans at the sight, pussy glistening wet, ripe for the taking. His mouth waters as he lets his hands drag down Jimin’s thighs, skin smooth and supple. He looks back up at Jimin, his eyes half-lidded, bottom lip caught between his teeth. “A slut? You sure spread your legs like one.”
Jimin sucks in a sharp breath, chest caving in as Jeongguk lets one of his fingers drag over the seam. Jimin’s folds are velvet-soft, giving away easily as he lets his finger dig in a little deeper, just enough to tease. Jimin shudders, head falling upwards as he angles his hips up, chasing Jeongguk’s touch. He drags his finger up to Jimin’s hardened clit, rubs over the hood, watching Jimin’s body nearly rise right off the bed. “A-ah, Jeongguk, p-please,” he breathes, sounds so pretty, gives himself up so easily.
Jeongguk feels a little delirious, cock hard as he contemplates what he wants to do first. Jimin’s flushed pink, blush seeping down his chest and Jeongguk’s never been one to share, doesn’t think he could share Jimin, wants to see him covered in his marks. It feels primitive, like a hunger he’s always known about but only now unleashed.
He lets a finger slide into Jimin, slow and steady, until it’s buried to the knuckle, Jimin’s insides tight and hot, just as velvety as his folds. His slick gushes out around Jeongguk’s hand, already so wet and Jeongguk groans, “You’re already so wet for me, babe. I could slide right into you. Did you want my cock that bad?”
“Please Jeongguk,” Jimin exhales, dark eyes locked on Jeongguk. He looks wanton, and Jeongguk knows he’ll beg, knows just like he knows how badly he wants to stuff Jimin full. He fucks his finger in and out of him, pushes the second one in too quickly, but Jimin takes it, just like Jeongguk knew he would. Jeongguk fucks him deep, shoves his fingers in as far as they’ll go and Jimin’s cunt swallows them up, pink rim stretching around Jeongguk’s thick fingers. He ruts down against Jeongguk’s hand, slick pouring out of him and dribbling down Jeongguk’s hand.
It dawns on him that Jimin’s never had cock inside him before, never had anyone else’s fingers, and Jeongguk bites back a moan, squeezing the head of his cock. Precum wets his underwear and Jimin, flushed so pretty, barely keeping his eyes open as he moans, whines at the sight, hips jerking and stuttering. “Jeongguk, more, please, n-need more — ah — ”
Jeongguk pushes the third finger in, moan catching in the back of his throat as Jimin clenches around him and fuck fuck fuck, he wants to taste him, wants to push inside of Jimin and fuck him raw. He pinches Jimin’s clit between his fingers, Jimin clapping a hand over his mouth as he muffles a loud whine, high-pitched and frantic. “Fuck, your cunt’s so pretty baby, it’s sucking me right in.”
He lets Jimin fuck himself down on his hand, leaning forward to kiss up the length of Jimin’s torso, teeth sinking into unmarked skin and leaving dark blooming bruises behind. Jimin’s close, Jeongguk can feel it in the way his body shakes, his hand fisting in Jeongguk’s hair.
“Jeongguk, Jeon — I — ” Jimin comes silently, body arching up into Jeongguk, walls clenching tightly around Jeongguk’s fingers. He curses, allows himself to pin Jimin down, feel the shudders of his orgasm vibrates through him until his body gives. Jeongguk pulls his fingers out slowly, purposefully rubs at Jimin’s clit to watch the way he whines, tries to shy away from Jeongguk’s touch.
“I never said you could come,” Jeongguk tells him, smirking as Jimin tries to push Jeongguk’s hand away from his swollen cunt. Jeongguk shifts back, pushes two fingers back into Jimin on purpose, a punishment and Jimin’s eyes well up, mouth hung open, throat bared. “Do you know who comes without permission, Jimin? Needy little sluts. What does that make you, hmm?”
Jimin squirms, blushes a violent red and Jeongguk’s patience is thinning, two fingers curling as they thrust inside of Jimin’s still sensitive pussy. He relishes the way Jimin whines, fingers clawing at the bedsheets.
“I asked you something, Jimin,” Jeongguk reminds, thumb rubbing at Jimin’s clit purposefully.
“A n-needy little slut,” Jimin manages, voice cracking as a single tear slides down his face but he rocks down against Jeongguk’s hand and it’s enough to tell Jeongguk he’s ready.
“You can’t get pregnant, can you?” Jeongguk asks, the thought suddenly occurring to him as he palms himself through his underwear. His cock is aching, the sight of Jimin’s pretty swollen cunt has his blood running molten.
“N-no,” Jimin answers, head shaking. Jeongguk pulls his fingers out of Jimin’s pussy, watches as it clenches around nothing, rubbed raw.
“Good, cause I don’t have any condoms.” Jeongguk pulls his boxers down, cock springing free and the room already smells like sex, like Jimin’s musky scent. “Gonna come inside your pretty little virgin cunt, Jimin. You’d like that, right? You wanna be defiled, don’t you, nasty little boy?”
Jimin’s chest heaves and he nods his head, lip caught between his teeth again.
“Course you do,” Jeongguk smirks, lining the head of his cock with Jimin’s pussy, dragging the tip over Jimin’s slit. He’s so wet and it’s taking everything in Jeongguk to hold back from just pounding into Jimin but he wants to hear Jimin beg for it. “Sluts always like to be filled up.”
“Please, Jeongguk,” Jimin rasps, hips jerking down as Jeongguk pushes the head of his cock against Jimin’s entrance. So close.
“Please what, baby?”
Jimin sobs, frustrated and needy, eyes watering up as reaches for Jeongguk. “Want your cock inside me, please, Jeongguk. Please please please!”
“You just had to ask, little slut,” Jeongguk grins before thrusting into Jimin in one sharp go. Jimin arches off the bed, mouth hung open in a silent gasp and Jeongguk has to steady himself, Jimin’s tight heat sucking him in. It feels better than Jeongguk’s first time, like his cock was made for Jimin’s silky pussy.
“Fuck,” he breathes, sheathed inside of Jimin to the hilt. Jeongguk pushes Jimin’s legs up, bends Jimin right in half as he hitches Jimin’s hips up to get a better angle and when he pulls out of Jimin, watching as Jimin’s hole cling to his cock, he moans. “Fuck fuck fuck, such a pretty little cunt, baby. So good for me.”
He slams back into Jimin just to watch the way Jimin scrambles for purchase, feet nearly touching the bed and he’s got his eyes squeezed shut, mouth pink and kiss swollen. Jeongguk rocks into him, pace relentless and Jimin’s whines are so frantic, incoherent, and Jeongguk wants to own him, wants Jimin to belong to him, doesn’t want anyone else to ever know, see, Jimin like this.
“You gonna come on my cock, baby? Did you dream about it, having a real cock inside you and not your short, useless fingers? I bet you did, bet you always felt like nothing was enough,” Jeongguk rambles, pounds into Jimin so mercilessly, wants Jimin to never forget what his cock feels like, permanently branded.
“Yes yes yes, oh, please, Jeongguk — J-Jeongguk, fu-uck, f-feels so good,” Jimin gasps, hands clenched around his own calves, chest heaving spasmodically as Jeongguk fucks into him, balls slapping against Jimin’s plump ass. The obscene squelch of Jeongguk’s cock ramming into Jimin’s juicy pussy fills the room, and Jeongguk loves it, how it mixes in with Jimin’s desperate gasps.
“I’ll fuck your ass, too, Jimin. Fuck every hole, and fill it with my cum. You belong to me now,” Jeongguk growls, snapping his hips forward so hard, the bed shakes and Jimin’s shriek is only cut off because Jeongguk fucks into him just as hard on the next thrust, angling his hips upward. “That’s right, let everyone know how good I fuck you, baby. I wonder what your dad’s face would look like, seeing his little boy fucked like this.”
Jimin clenches around Jeongguk so tight it catches him completely off guard, toes curling as he squirts all over Jeongguk’s cock, hot, wet slick dripping down Jeongguk’s balls. His head lolls back, body arching off the bed and Jimin’s so hot and wet around Jeongguk he nearly comes, too.
Jeongguk tuts, gasping for a breath before he slams back into Jimin’s tight, spasming heat despite his violent shudders. “You came again without asking. What a bad boy.”
“I-I’m — ah, please — Jeongguk, I’m s-sorry, I’m sorry,” Jimin blubbers, body giving out under him. Jeongguk lets his legs fall down, wraps them around his waist as he slows down his thrusts.
“Sorry doesn’t cut it baby,” Jeongguk sneers, yanking Jimin up and he comes so willingly, body limp in Jeongguk’s hold as he wraps an arm around Jimin’s slim waist. He looks so beautiful, wrecked beyond belief and Jeongguk wants to see his face covered in Jeongguk’s cum.
Jeongguk lets Jimin bottom out on his cock, kisses Jimin open mouthed before canting his hips up into him. Jimin whimpers, hands clawing at Jeongguk’s shoulders, as his pussy throbs around Jeongguk’s cock. Jeongguk’s close, mouth finding Jimin’s throat to bite into, mark up as he fucks into him, hand coming down to rub Jimin’s clit through another orgasm. And he comes even quicker this time, body shuddering in Jeongguk’s hold, clinging to Jeongguk’s shoulders as he cries out.
Jeongguk’s own balls squeeze up, teeth sinking into Jimin harder than before as he comes, cum gushing out of him into Jimin’s pulsating heat. He lets Jimin sink down on his cock, feels it twitching inside of Jimin as he spurts out cum, hips jerking up sporadically.
“You - you came inside,” Jimin pants, face buried in Jeongguk’s shoulder.
“Said I would,” Jeongguk breathes, still inside of him as he lets both of them fall down onto the bed. “Your cunt belongs to me now.”
“Fuck, that’s hot,” Jimin groans, walls still squeezing around Jeongguk’s cock. It’s too much and he pulls out slowly, can’t help but drag his fingers through the mess of cum and slick oozing out of Jimin’s fucked out cunt. Jimin winces but doesn’t push Jeongguk’s hand away and he brings up his messy fingers, sucks them clean as Jimin watches him, eyes wide.
Jeongguk thinks he looks prettiest like this, hair matted to his forehead, sheen of sweat glimmering against his skin, cheeks rosy from exertion. He wants to see it more often.
“I’ll eat you out next time,” he offers, arm wrapping around Jimin’s waist to pull him snug up against him.
“Next time?”
“Yeah, gimme like half an hour.”
Jimin laughs, a twinkling sound and Jeongguk hides his smile in his shoulder. “You gonna eat your cum outta me?”
“If that’s what you want.”
“Mmm, yeah,” Jimin mumbles, pulling Jeongguk’s arm tighter around himself. “I’d like that.”