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The studio was bustling with staff members dashing in and out, cameras flashing incessantly, and bright lights so blinding that it was giving Jimin a headache. An array of brushes and blenders dusted his face as he sat patiently in the makeup chair.
It had been a long day, his agency insisting that he needed to fit multiple photoshoots into one day as he would be going AWOL in just over a month to complete his military service. His schedule for the next couple of weeks was particularly hectic, and usually, he didn’t mind keeping busy.
But today was his and Jeongguk’s anniversary.
Not only was Jimin spending it being dressed up and down like a barbie doll, but for the first time ever, he would be apart from Jeongguk. For the same reason, their agency had also packed Jeongguk’s schedule full to the brim, making the most of him before he went alongside Jimin into the military. He was in New York - 14 hours behind, almost 7000 miles between.
Whenever he got the chance, he kept anxiously checking his phone to work out what time it was in New York, hoping Jeongguk would wake up soon.
Because they knew they wouldn’t be able to spend the day together, Jimin had decided to give him his anniversary present early. The day before Jeongguk flew out, Jimin had cooked him a very burnt breakfast - which was eaten with utmost enthusiasm, complete with appreciative hums and lip-smacking - before riding on the back of his motorcycle, eyes clenched shut in fear and arms clinging around his waist for dear life. Jimin had always found it utterly nerve-racking, but his boyfriend was always eager to take him along with him. They had gone to dinner, drunk almost an entire bottle of Jeongguk’s favourite whisky, and then stumbled into bed. The night got a bit blurry for both of them after that, but Jimin remembers giving him a fairly drunk blowjob, followed by riding him cowgirl style. He seemed to remember it involved a lot of giggling from both them every time Jeongguk smacked his ass and yelled: “Giddy up!”
The next morning Jimin had woken up with a dry throat and pounding head, and Jeongguk had smothered him in kisses while reminding him that they would be going on one last trip together before they enlisted.
“Think of it like the whole month is an extended celebration of our anniversary, not just the one day,” Jeongguk had assured him.
But as Jimin sat in the makeup chair refreshing his phone, he couldn’t help but feel glum. He knew that it was just a random date, and not being able to spend it together didn’t mean they loved each other any less, but they had always marked the occasion in some way up until now.
It was getting late now, the day almost over, and Jeongguk would still be asleep. He sighed, placing his phone on the table, and tried to shake himself out of it as the director of photography came over to him and began to brief him on the last concept they would be shooting in this session.
Suddenly, his phone buzzed.
Unable to stop his eyes from instinctively darting over, he saw it light up with a message.
“Does that sound alright?” asked the director, buzzing with such a high-level of enthusiasm despite such a long and trying day that Jimin wanted to ask what pills she was on and if he could have some.
Shit.
Due to the excitement of receiving a notification, Jimin had completely forgotten to listen to what was being asked of him. Hoping he could just bluff it, Jimin nodded.
“Sounds great!” Jimin nodded, trying his best to sound engaged. After all, it wasn’t her fault that Jeongguk was half way across the globe.
Satisfied, she flounced off, talking now to the lighting team. Jimin knew that if it was indeed a message from Jeongguk, he should probably wait until after they wrapped up to respond. On the one hand, he probably had less than a minute before they wanted him back in front of the cameras, and Jimin wanted a whole lot longer than that to talk to him, even if it was just via text.
On the other hand, if he didn’t at least catch a glimpse of the message, he would torture himself for the next half hour wondering what it was about.
Either way, Jimin rationalised that he would be distracted, so he might as well choose the option more appealing to him.
Trying his best to look nonchalant, he tilted his phone towards him.
As he had suspected, it was from Jeongguk. The message simply read:
Happy Anniversary x
with one image attached.
Smiling, he felt his mood lift almost instantly, a warmth spreading across his chest. Excited, he clicked to download the image, watching impatiently as it loaded slowly due to the poor internet connection.
Then, his smile dropped.
Taking up the whole screen - full brightness and all - was a picture of Jeongguk’s cock, standing eagerly to attention, with Jeongguk’s tattooed hand wrapped around it.
Jimin dropped his phone in shock. It clattered along the slippery studio floor. Out of the corner of his eye, he registered one of the runners walking towards it, who began to bend over to help pick it up.
“No!” Jimin practically screeched, scrambling out of his chair to get there first.
He swiped his phone off the floor, shoved it in his pocket before looking around to see who was a possible witness to this incident. Other than the runner - a young boy who looked mildly terrified, probably on his first job - no one else seemed to be watching.
Feeling guilty, Jimin cleared his throat, and gave the runner a reassuring pat on the arm.
“Ah, sorry, I mean- thank you!” he said unconvincingly.
The runner nodded and scurried off, leaving him standing alone awkwardly. Jimin tried to put the image to the back of his mind, tried not to notice how his lower half had involuntarily taken an interest in the photo, and definitely tried not to think about the fact his boyfriend was in some hotel room, hard and horny and naked, waiting just for him.
Sighing deeply, he tried to loosen the button at the top of his throat. Was the styling team trying to strangle him, or something? And why did they have to choose clothes that were so thick, so suffocating on his skin?
“Do you need a glass of water?” asked one of the stylists, furrowing her brows in genuine concern. “I hope you don’t mind me saying, but you don’t look so well, you look a bit flushed,”
Jimin thanked her and shook his head, assuring her that he was okay.
The final half hour of the shoot went by at an agonising pace. Each minute felt like it stretched into an hour. Jimin’s eyes kept flickering up to the clock, counting down the seconds until he could break out of this so-called suit that felt more like a straitjacket, run back to his hotel room, dive under the covers and truly get to appreciate Jeongguk’s photo in its full glory.
Each flashing light in his face made him grow more irritated, and by the time he was finally hopping into the taxi, Jimin was seriously on the verge of bashing his head against the car door if anyone else tried to delay him from his solo date. The temptation to pull up the photo again while he was in the backseat gnawed at him, dark shadows and the gentle vibrations of the car trying to lure him into a little bit of pregaming. As he opened the chat once again, he noticed there was now a voice note.
Surreptitiously, Jimin popped in one earphone, looking around in the empty backseat as if someone else might be watching over his shoulder. His heart pounded in his chest.
After taking a deep breath, he played the voice note. Immediately, the slick, lewd noises of a hand rhythmically flicking up and down a cock filled his ears, in perfect harmonisation with the sound of his name in a throaty moan.
Jimin’s ears went bright red. He ripped out the earphone, stuffing his phone deep inside his pocket. This time, he had been unable to stop himself getting hard - man, did Jeongguk know exactly what his weak spots were - so he shifted in the backseat, trying to find an inconspicuous position and occupy his hands with anything else.
As he raced through the hotel lobby at breakneck speed, Jimin fumbled through his bag for his room key, almost snapping it in two with the force of which he used to slam it into the lock. Was it bad he was so horny that even the sight of the room key sliding into the metal slot made his mind wander? Jeongguk would have a field day with that once he told him later - after he had jerked off, obviously.
Priorities.
Kicking his shoes to the side, he flopped down on the bed, one hand already instinctively hovering near his crotch as the other reached for his phone.
And there it was again, Jeongguk’s cock - his beautiful, thick, dripping cock - positioned in front of his chiselled, sun-kissed abs. Wisps of black curls starting just below his bellybutton, trailing down to a thicker patch below.
He clumsily texted Jeongguk back:
Are you trying to kill me?
before palming at his own length over his grey sweatpants. Replaying the voice note, he turned the volume up, now able to enjoy it without having to worry about anyone hearing. As he slipped his hand beneath his waistband, just running a thumb over the head teasingly, he imagined Jeongguk doing the same, hand frantically sliding up and down with his head thrown back as he recorded himself in ecstasy. He looked at the photo with glassy eyes, wishing he could run his tongue up the flushed, veiny shaft, lick off the beads of arousal one by one. He visualised his boyfriend squirming from the touch, face contorted in an expression that was only reserved for him.
Suddenly, Jimin’s phone began to buzz with an incoming call. The photo of Jeongguk’s cock had now been replaced by a much cuter, more wholesome picture of the man himself - his contact photo. He had been grinning ear to ear, bunny teeth on display as Jimin had snapped the image while he was cooking them breakfast one morning. Jeongguk looked so innocent, in fact, that Jimin felt a wave of guilt crash over him for picturing that adorable little face totally fucked out and breathless just moments ago.
“Did you like it?” Jeongguk asked as soon as Jimin answered the call.
He was trying to sound cool, but Jimin sensed a giddy smile present in his tone.
“Umm…yeah,” was all Jimin managed to get out, his brain trying to comprehend conflicting feelings of desperate horniness from the photo, a sudden attack of cuteness aggression from seeing Jeongguk’s smile, and a pang of sadness from hearing his voice while knowing he was so far away.
“You sound out of breath,” Jeongguk mused, pretending he was oblivious. “Were you doing sit ups or something?”
Jimin rolled onto his front, propping himself up on his elbows. Somehow, Jeongguk managed to be so annoying, yet so endearing all at once. “Shut up,”
“Wait, let me guess, a type of arm workout,” Jimin could just picture the devilish grin on his boyfriend’s face. “Focusing particularly on your hands - strengthening your fingers, right?”
“Mhm, the same one you were doing earlier,” Jimin quipped back.
“Actually, I’m still doing it,” Jeongguk replied, his tone switching from sarcastic and joking to a register more low and sultry. “Where are you?”
Jimin bit his lip, images of Jeongguk touching himself while they were talking flooding his mind again. “The hotel,”
Jeongguk hung up.
Before Jimin could react, he got another call - a video call.
Jeongguk flashed up on his screen once again, this time in motion. Deep, dark brown doe eyes stared back at him, eyelashes fluttering. His hair was messy, and from the fact he had no shirt on, it was clear he had not yet got out of bed. The duvet was still pulled up, only revealing one arm on which he was using to prop himself up sideways. He subtly flexed his muscles in a way that Jimin knew he was doing just for show. It was cute that even after all these years, Jeongguk still wanted to impress him.
“For a minute there, I thought I had stumbled onto one of your lives,” Jimin teased him.
Jeongguk frowned. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Just that you’re pretty comfortable with the fans,” he observed haughtily.
Jeongguk had always had a pretty laissez-faire attitude when it came to boundaries with fans. Their company frequently scolded him for behaving unprofessionally on livestreams, such as getting drunk, showing himself in bed, or even folding his laundry (underwear included). Against all advice, he treated it like a one-sided facetime with a close friend.
The frown was replaced by a smirk. “Do I detect a hint of jealousy?”
“I’m not jealous,” Jimin insisted. “Just that, you know, I’m about to have cybersex with my boyfriend and he’s in the exact same position he talks to millions of fans in,”
“Is that why you let them know you’re the only one who can handle me looking like this?”
Jimin buried his face in his arms at the memory. During one of those livestreams, he could not help the flare of possessiveness that ran through his body after seeing his boyfriend shirtless and tucked up in bed while interacting with fans. Using the comment feature, they shamelessly flirted back and forth for several minutes, as Jeongguk begged him to come over.
It was like Jeongguk had manufactured the perfect trap to reel Jimin in. Tapping into his jealous streak - and, let’s face it, exhibitionist streak, too. Flaunting his muscles, exposing a tantalising sliver of his chest, just enough to get Jimin thinking about what was beneath the cover. Pleading with him in his bedroom voice to join him, because he knew that Jimin liked to see him beg.
As established, Jeongguk knew all of his weak spots. He could play him like a fiddle.
And Jimin would have been over in an instant, if he thought he had the self-restraint to be in the same room as Jeongguk while he looked like that and not stake his claim in front of everyone who was watching. So instead, when Jeongguk had teasingly told his fans he didn’t think they could handle it if he removed the blanket that was protecting his modesty, Jimin had commented:
In my case, I can handle it
Jeongguk realised he had clearly met his match in the flirting game with this one. He had folded like a lawn chair, blushing as he dissolved into giggles before reaffirming to his fanbase that Jimin could definitely handle it.
“They needed a reminder,” Jimin peeked up at Jeongguk on his screen, still slightly embarrassed.
“Jimin-ah,” he chuckled. “You’re so cute when you’re jealous,”
From the outside, most people had labelled Jeongguk as the jealous one. Possessive, often hovering around Jimin and expressing dissatisfaction if he felt like someone was getting too close.
And he did get jealous sometimes, that was true.
But so did Jimin.
Jimin was just a lot better at hiding it, especially around others.
The mask rarely slipped (although, Jimin would admit, there have been a few times he didn’t entirely hold it together).
It wasn’t so much that they were worried the other was going to leave them, skipping off with someone else into the sunset.
It was the fact that neither could express their relationship publicly. To have to pretend to be single, that anyone flirting with them was fair game. To see millions of people online spreading rumours and speculating that one of them was dating a random woman they had spared a passing glance at in the street, and to not be able to say a thing about it.
It was hard to stomach at times.
Other times, it was like a game to them. The pent up jealousy became a turn on, a sort of foreplay where they both enjoyed seeing the other get riled up and wanting to claim what was theirs.
“I’m not jealous,” Jimin repeated. “And I wasn’t so cute when you had to hide your boner for the rest of that live,”
Jeongguk smirked, running his tongue over his teeth. “Because of you I’ve been hiding boners from fans for almost a decade now, I’m rather good at it,”
“I would tell you to put that on your resume,” said Jimin mockingly. “But you might end up on some kind of list,”
Jeongguk audibly sighed at this. Suddenly both hands were in the frame, clasping at his face in exasperation, and Jimin realised he had probably been touching himself this whole time.
“Why, when I’m trying to flirt with you, do you always have to bring up the sex offender register?!” he asked, incredulous.
“Hey, wait, you make it sound like it I talk about it all the time,” Jimin protested, trying not to laugh. “I’m sorry, can we go back to your big, fat crush on me, I like hearing about that,”
Jeongguk relaxed again, shifting his position. “Where was I?”
“Something about all the boners you’ve had to hide because of me,” Jimin cupped his face, hoping he looked the picture of innocence.
“Before we got together, there was this one time - okay, maybe a few times,” Jeongguk corrected himself earnestly. “Where you were in the shower,”
Jeongguk paused, spinning the tale as if he was a professional storyteller. Jimin hummed, nodding at him to go on.
“I heard these noises from outside the door,” Jeongguk’s hand slipped under the cover again. “It was hard to hear through the sound of the shower, of course, that’s why you chose that location,”
Jimin knew where the story was headed. He had heard it many times before, in different variations. Perhaps he was a bit vain, but it turned him on to hear Jeongguk recounting stories of his early crush on Jimin, when he was figuring out his sexuality, and unsure of whether or not it was reciprocated. The desire that burned with the intensity of a first love. Complicated feelings of love and hate and shame and want.
“I pressed my ear to the door, and realised you could only be pleasuring yourself,” Jeongguk began to move his arm slowly now, up and down and up and down.
In turn, Jimin lightly rolled his hips against the mattress, relieving some of the pressure in his swollen cock. The sight of Jeongguk's muscular, tattooed arm flexing and straining as he pleasured himself made Jimin feel light-headed.
“You were moaning, so high and so pretty, and cursing, saying the dirtiest things,” Jeongguk closed his eyes, sucking in his bottom lip. “I couldn’t believe my virgin ears, Jimin, I started blushing, and then, my mind began to go places…”
Jimin rocked back and forth, trying to keep the friction light. He needed to pace himself.
“What did you think about?” Jimin asked, voice cracking as he tried to keep it level.
“You: hot water running down your back, wet, orange hair dangling in your eyes, strong thighs shaking as you wrapped a tiny hand around your cock,” a moan slipped out from Jeongguk’s throat. “Lips parted by the sounds I could hear from the other side of the door,”
Jimin lifted his hips just enough so he could slip one hand to palm over his crotch again. “And then what happened?”
“I wondered what you were thinking about, I hoped it was me,” Jeongguk slowed down his pace suddenly, probably experiencing the same realisation as Jimin that if he kept this up, it would be a very short video call. “Of course, I was rock hard at that point,”
“It didn’t take much to get you like that,” Jimin still managed to tease Jeongguk, even when he was desperately horny. “Still doesn’t,”
Jeongguk’s eyes suddenly flew open, and he looked embarrassed, as if he was reliving the memory.
“Namjoon walked by,” he continued, suddenly remembering the relevance of the story. “He saw that I was awkwardly standing there, ear pressed against the door, Jeongguk Jr standing to attention, and asked me what the hell I was doing,”
“To be fair, you were kind of being a weird perv,” Jimin flashed a devious smile at him.
“I prefer the term ‘young, dumb and in love’,” he objected. “But you’re not wrong…After that, he would give me these looks whenever you were around me, touching me or whatever, as if to gauge my reaction,” Jeongguk stopped stroking himself for a minute, deep in thought. “God, it’s really lucky that we ended up together, otherwise he would have thought I was a weird perv for the rest of my life,”
Jimin giggled. “Is that the only reason it’s lucky?”
“Pretty much,” Jeongguk was wearing a shit-eating grin. “Your turn,”
“My turn?” Jimin quirked an eyebrow.
“Yeah, a mildly embarrassing memory from our past that showcases your vulnerability, but still sexy enough that I can jerk off to it,” Jeongguk explained. “Preferably something that makes you look like a weird perv, too,”
Jimin thought to himself for a minute. There had been many awkward and embarrassing moments in those early days, the time when Jimin had also started to realise his feelings for Jeongguk, but couldn’t figure out if he returned the feeling. It had been an agonising few months. There were so many moments where he could have sworn he caught Jeongguk giving him longing stares, the same lust that he recognised in his own eyes. But they were usually so fleeting that he spent hours after trying to convince himself it was just a figment of his imagination.
In fact, he could have told Jeongguk the other perspective of his story, that yes, he probably had been touching himself in the exact way Jeongguk was picturing and yes, he probably was thinking about Jeongguk while doing it.
“We were lying in bed-“ Jimin began.
“I like where this is going,” Jeongguk smugly butted in.
“Hey, let me finish,” Jimin tutted. He started again. “We were lying in bed, you were the big spoon, you arm was around my waist, and you were snoring softly - okay, maybe not that softly - into the back of my neck,”
“You always complain about my snoring, but when I’m not there, you say you can’t sleep properly without it,” the younger said defensively. “Sorry, I’ll shut up now,”
Jimin smiled fondly. If Jeongguk was here, he would have kissed him a thousand times by now. Sex was never just sex. It wasn’t just a dick inside a warm hole, an exchange of bodily fluids. The concept of a quickie wasn’t really in the lexicon of their relationship.
“Every time your hand brushed against my bare skin, it gave me butterflies,” blushing at the memory, Jimin gave another shallow thrust against the spongy mattress. “I pressed up against you, and felt something poking against me,”
Jeongguk didn’t respond this time, his breath hitching as he waited for the story to continue. His doe eyes were wide with anticipation, watching Jimin intently.
“Obviously, I had seen your dick before a few times, but not in that context, and never hard, so I had never realised how huge it was,” Jimin explained, voice quivering as he continued to grind away.
“Fuck, Jimin,” his boyfriend growled at the compliment.
“I couldn’t- can’t stop thinking about it, even now,” Jimin recalled breathlessly. He could feel himself becoming sticky with precum. “Let me see, baby,”
The screen briefly flashed to the ceiling as Jeongguk obligingly rearranged the setup so that more of him could be seen. Pyjama pants pooled around his thighs, cock red and weeping as Jeongguk stroked it slowly. Jimin’s eyes danced over Jeongguk’s body, taking in every inch with an uncontrollable hunger.
“Once I started thinking about it, I got curious about what it would feel like inside me, you know,” Jimin ran his tongue over his bottom lip. Jeongguk groaned.
Sure, there was a part of him that always found men attractive, but he had never really thought about having sex with one. Not in detail, not enough to consider the logistics of whether he wanted to fuck or be fucked.
Not until Jeongguk.
“You couldn’t stop thinking about my cock filling you up?” he asked, squeezing his shaft from base to tip. The lurid sound made Jimin’s face feel hot.
“I would jerk off thinking about it, but that wasn’t enough,” Jimin replied. “I wanted to have an idea of what it would feel like-”
Tired of teasing himself, he arched his back and buried his face in the mattress, slipping his hand down his sweatpants and finally providing some real relief. His underwear was pretty damp now, and he hissed as wrapped a hand around his cock.
“-so I tried it: face down, ass up, kind of like this, except I tried putting my fingers…” he trailed off, struggling to tell a cohesive story as pleasure began to take over.
“You fucked your pretty little ass with your fingers and wished it was me, right?” Jeongguk offered, as if he also hadn’t heard variants of this story dozens of times. “Show me,”
Jimin slowly sat up. He tugged off his blue sweatshirt, shivering at the sudden feeling of the cold air on his bare chest. Jeongguk’s eyes flickered down to his hardened nipples, his tongue darting over his bottom lip involuntarily. Jimin leaned over the edge of the bed, reaching into his suitcase on the floor to rummage around for some lube. Jeongguk sat patiently, enjoying the eyeful of Jimin’s round ass that took up most of the screen from this angle.
Successful, he perched back on his knees, running his fingers along his waistband tantalisingly as Jeongguk gawked at him. He pulled the fabric down, erection slapping against his stomach once free from restraints. The younger’s gaze darkened as he stared at Jimin’s flushed member. Jimin turned sideways to give him the best view, carefully arranging himself in the position he had just described.
One hand skating over his chest to stimulate his nipples, he used the other to tease open his rim, circling a lubed up middle finger around it. He pushed the finger inside, face scrunching at the jolt of pain he felt from the intrusion.
“Relax, baby,” Jeongguk cooed. “Don’t go too fast,”
Jimin breathed through it, letting his hole adjust to the feeling. A flush spread down his neck, creeping across his chest.
When his boyfriend prepped him, he would always make sure Jimin was as relaxed as possible before any kind of penetration. As Jeongguk slipped the first finger in, he would kiss his neck, massage his shoulder, even nip at his ass cheek - something, anything that distracted him from the initial discomfort.
Once the sting subsided, he began to move his finger in and out gently past the ring of muscle.
“I kept wishing you would walk in and find me like that, so desperate and needy but not quite able to satisfy myself,” Jimin looked up through messy blond strands. “Wishing that you would come and help me out, show me how it’s really done,”
“I bet you wish I could do that right now,”
Jimin nodded as he worked himself up to take a second finger.
“Well, I can…kind of,” a mischievous smirk flickered on Jeongguk’s lips.
Jimin blinked at him dumbly. “Huh?”
“You were so distracted by my little photo earlier that you didn’t even notice the gift I sent you,” Jeongguk tutted.
Retracting his hand from his ass, Jimin readjusted his position so he could look around the room. In the corner, packaged neatly on the desk, was a bottle of champagne next to a gift box. Jimin looked back at the screen, where Jeongguk was beaming back at him, looking rather proud of himself.
He haphazardly pulled his pants back up - it seemed weird to open a gift with your dick out, even if the gift was exactly what he was thinking it was - and rushed over to the desk. The box was so elegantly packaged you could have mistaken it for designer jewellery. Pristine white wrapping paper tied together with a black velvet bow; one would never have guessed that inside it was a purple suction cup dildo.
“Do you like it?” called Jeongguk, trying to hide the excitement in his voice.
Jimin was lost for words. Dildo in hand, he sat back down on the bed. “What- I mean- how did you even…?”
“I know a few people,” Jeongguk said mysteriously, as if he was some secret mafia boss in charge of several drug empires. “Now, let’s get back to it,”
Wasting no time, Jimin kicked off his remaining clothing. Fingers still slicked, he inserted them back inside his hole, fucking himself open feverishly as Jeongguk watched.
“Fuck, you always look so pretty like this,” Jeongguk marvelled, voice strained as he pumped his cock languidly.
“Wish you were here,” Jimin whined.
He added a third digit comfortably now. His fingers were always too short, and from this angle, it was hard to get any real satisfaction. Jeongguk’s fingers were so much better, able to hit his prostate with ease and make Jimin cum just from that alone.
“Me too,” Jeongguk replied, cheeks pink with arousal. “I would ruin you,”
Jimin shivered at the thought. He reached for the lube again, this time drizzling it all over the dildo. “What would you do if you were here?”
Jeongguk began to speed up his strokes, as if he had been waiting the whole time to be asked. “I’d start by kissing those pretty pink lips of yours, feel you moan against the kiss,”
Instinctively, Jimin’s hand flew up to his mouth, tracing the pad of his thumb over the moist bottom lip. A phantom kiss.
“And then?” Jimin asked as he stuck the dildo to the headboard. It attached itself perfectly to the metal structure.
“Suck and bite all over your body,” Jeongguk’s murmured.
“You’d mark me?”
“Right next to each moon tattoo on your back. Your thighs, too. And your neck,”
Jimin hummed as he tossed aside the pillows, making room for himself. On all fours, Jimin lined his entrance with the toy. He looked over at Jeongguk to make sure the angle was getting everything in shot, and pressed it against his rim. The coolness of the lube on the silicone made him flinch.
He cried out at the initial resistance. The burn spread through his body as he tried to force the head of the toy through the tight ring of muscle.
“My neck?” Jimin tried to focus again on Jeongguk’s words to distract him through the pain. “Even though I have more photoshoots this week?”
His eyes fluttered shut as he pictured Jeongguk here with him. Large, strong hands tangled in his hair as he would suck a dark bruise right below his jawline.
“I would want people to talk about who did that to you,” said Jeongguk. “Speculate and gossip about who Jimin’s secret lover is,”
“Bullshit,” Jimin laughed, his tone teasing but without any bite. “You’d want them to know it was you,”
“Like you’re one to talk,”
Years ago, Jeongguk had walked into rehearsal with what could only be described as a giant hickey from the night before. Jimin had been unable to stop himself from loudly and proudly claiming ownership of it. Practically giddy, he had come up with some ludicrous explanation about how it had occurred while Jeongguk was spinning him round and Jimin had bitten him on the neck to stop him. He had known it was a weak story, but it was enough to bypass censorship from the editors who, by some miracle, decided to leave the segment in.
“Shut up,” Jimin mumbled. “I was trying to save you from any dating scandals,”
“I know you, Park Jimin,” Jeongguk scoffed. “You just couldn’t bear the thought that people would think some woman was behind it, or even worse…Taehyung,”
Guilty.
“You got me there,” Jimin admitted as he slowly backed up against the headboard.
One inch at a time, he allowed the toy to be swallowed up inside him. There was an embarrassingly loud squelch as his hole sucked it in. He spread his legs wider to accommodate the girth. Heat spread through him from head to toe, an overwhelming sensation of being split open.
“Fuck, Jeongguk, fuck, it’s a lot,” he cursed, head buried into the duvet.
“It’s okay, honey, breathe…you always take mine so well, so perfectly,” the younger soothed him, then added cheekily: “Anyway, the toy is smaller,”
“How do you know?” Jimin’s cheeks flushed as he finally made it to the base.
“I checked before I ordered it,” Jeongguk said matter-of-factly.
Jimin burst out laughing, face still firmly planted into the mattress. “Something about you with a tape measure around your girth while you shop online for a dildo as an anniversary gift…”
“Ungrateful brat!” Jeongguk was struggling to keep up with their banter now, voice wavering as he was getting close to an orgasm. “I just wanted you to feel good,”
“I do,” Jimin choked out in pleasure as he experimentally arched his back, feeling comfortable enough to start moving. “Now, get back to describing how you would fuck me,”
“After marking you, I’d work my way down to your pretty, pink cock, take it in my mouth,”
Jimin imagined Jeongguk’s lips stretched around the head, tongue flicking over the slit. The warm heat of his mouth, contrasting with the cool metal of his lip ring. He let out a breathy gasp at the thought, rocking his hips back and forth.
“Then I’d spend some time at your ass…and you know…I can spend hours there,” Jeongguk grunted.
“You love my ass,” Jimin gave it a weak slap to illustrate his point, the soft flesh bouncing with his touch.
“Wanna fuck…your tight…little hole…with my tongue,” his sentences were becoming less and less coherent. “Fuck, wait, Jimin, I’m sorry, I’m…”
“You gonna cum?”
“I’ve been…like this…two hours, fuck, I can’t wait,”
“It’s okay, baby, cum for me, show me, I wanna see,”
Jimin reached to the nightstand and pulled his phone closer, not wanting to miss the money shot. He licked his lips as he saw Jeongguk’s muscular chest heaving in pleasure, face scrunched up as he came with his boyfriend’s name on his lips. He held the phone to his ear, wishing he could drown himself in the sound of those guttural moans interspersed with the occasional whimper. His hips stuttered, involuntarily bucking into his fist and Jimin wanted nothing more than to be sitting atop him as this happened.
The video call may have started off looking like one of Jeongguk’s livestreams, but it certainly did not end in a way that any fan would be allowed to see.
(Or so he hoped…Jimin loved his fans, but he was willing to fight a few of them if it came down to it.)
Chiselled abs were painted with ropes of white, shooting out in short bursts each time Jeongguk milked himself dry. His thighs trembled, and Jimin wanted nothing more to sink his teeth into them, to trace the ridge of each muscle with his tongue. He wanted to lick the fluid off his stomach, feel the saltiness on his tongue.
As he imagined it, he began to fuck himself more impatiently on the dildo. He was desperate to touch his cock, but decided to wait until Jeongguk had recovered enough to continue talking him through it.
“Are you okay, Ggukie?” the question was punctuated with honeyed moans. “Do you feel good?”
Jeongguk answered him with a satisfied groan.
After a beat, Jeongguk wiped his abs with a towel, then gingerly pulled his pyjama bottoms back up, looking sore from the overstimulation of edging himself for so long. He lay back under the duvet, breathing hard as he looked at Jimin through the phone. His fringe was slightly matted from sweat, and although he should look utterly debauched, there was just something about his big brown eyes that always made him look cute.
Not that Jimin would tell him that out loud.
Jeongguk hated being called cute at the best of times, and he would certainly not appreciate being called it while he was recovering from an orgasm.
“Jimin, you’re so fucking hot,” he groaned, resting his head on his forearm.
The headboard banged against the wall rhythmically in time with Jimin moving his hips. The heady scent of arousal hung thick in the atmosphere. He gripped the sheets now, knuckles turning white.
“What would you…right now?” Jimin whimpered, the toy hitting his sweet spot over and over.
“I’d take you in my arms, feeling every inch of you as I fill you up,” Jeongguk’s voice was so low and raspy now that Jimin wondered how he was going to sing that night. “I’d run my hands over your body, play with your nipples-“
Jimin mirrored his words, rubbing the buds in circular motions as he listened. The touch sent signals straight to his groin, pressure building further.
“-and my other hand would slide down to your cock, feel how wet and hard you are for me,”
Finally, Jimin touched his aching, neglected cock. It was weeping steadily with precum now, and he knew he was close to the edge as heat pooled in his lower half. He tugged at it helplessly.
“Ah, shit, Ggukie,” Jimin whined. The rhythm with which he bounced himself on the toy was becoming erratic. “I need you so fucking bad,”
He dared to look over at the screen. Staring back at him was Jeongguk’s heavy-lidded gaze, intense as always. His lips looked red and raw, probably from biting back moans. The older felt his knees weaken. He felt so vulnerable, so exposed in this position, knowing that Jeongguk was able to see everything. He would be paying extra close attention now that his own pleasure was taken care of.
“You’d cum so hard, shaking in my arms,” the younger whispered. “You’d collapse on top of me as I fucked you through it,”
As if he was following instructions, Jimin came. The sensation of pleasure was too much to bear. His seed coated the sheets beneath him, creating a small puddle on the bed.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, Jeongguk,” he mewled.
Eyes tightly squeezed shut, he tossed his head back, blond strands sticking to his sweaty forehead.
The air was thick and heavy, permeated only by the erotic sound of Jimin’s breathing. His cock twitched in overstimulation as he gently pulled himself off the toy, a sudden soreness running through him as the arousal dissipated.
Feebly, he tussled with the suction cup on the dildo. It eventually unstuck with a loud pop, and he placed it on the nightstand, making a mental note to wash it later.
By the time he looked back at the screen, Jeongguk had disappeared.
“Baby?”
There was no verbal reply. The faint sounds of glass clinking could be made out somewhere in the background.
Jimin furrowed his eyebrows, confused at what was happening.
“Cheers!” Jeongguk’s face popped back into view, a boyish grin plastered across it.
His boyfriend was holding a small bottle of prosecco. Jimin laughed at the mildly absurd sight.
“Isn’t it a bit early over there?”
“Never too early to make a toast for our anniversary,”
A sudden fullness in his heart, Jimin leapt out of bed, racing over to the champagne he had been gifted. He brought it back to the bed, his hands trembling as he fiddled with the seal.
Jeongguk watched patiently, waiting before having a sip of his own drink. Jimin grew frustrated as he battled with the foil wrapper. It was slippery, condensation from the ice bucket dripping down the sides. Exasperated, he brought it up to his teeth, tearing it open in a manner most uncouth.
“Damn, Jimin,” Jeongguk exclaimed. “Is it bad I found that hot?”
“Let’s not start that again,” he giggled, now wrestling with the cork. “I need to recover,”
Jeongguk ran a hand through his hair.
“Tell me about it, trying not to get hard again while hearing you moan must be what sailors felt like when they heard the siren song,”
“I’m sure being lured to their death is just as traumatic as trying not to pop a boner,”
There were no glasses in the hotel room, so Jimin settled for a teacup. Jimin tilted the it as he poured, careful so the fizzy liquid would not overflow. Not the most classy set up, but there was something undeniably romantic about the effort Jeongguk had put into trying to make it feel like he was there in person.
He nodded at Jeongguk, clinking his cup against the camera. His boyfriend did the same, bringing the bottle to his screen in a virtual toast.
In unison, they took a sip. It tingled as it slipped down Jimin’s throat, dry and herbaceous and undoubtedly very expensive. He hummed appreciatively.
“Why didn’t they invent phone sex but for cuddling?” Jeongguk mused, wrinkling his nose at the taste of whatever prosecco he had found in the mini fridge of his hotel room.
“I beg your pardon?” Jimin chuckled. “Are you drunk already?”
“No, but think about it...like: I’d wrap my arms around you, pull you close to me under the duvet,”
“You’d bury your face into my neck,”
Jeongguk looked positively thrilled that Jimin was indulging him in this.
“I’d kiss you on the cheek and stroke your hair,” the younger continued.
“Would you like to be the big spoon or little spoon right now?”
“The little,”
“Okay,”
They stayed quiet for a minute, a cozy familiarity between them. The whir of the hotel air conditioner rang in Jimin’s ears. Somehow, just looking into each other’s eyes in comfortable silence was more intimate than anything they had just done.
Then, Jimin remembered something. “Wait,”
Jeongguk looked at him quizzically.
Once again, Jimin disappeared offscreen to fetch something in his suitcase. He tossed the clothes out carelessly, looking for one item in particular.
It was almost a ritual at that point for Jimin to change into one of Jeongguk’s humongous t-shirts after sex. He also frequently used them as pyjama tops, knowing that Jeongguk particularly enjoyed to see him wearing one of them with nothing underneath.
He re-emerged onscreen, swamped in a faded dark grey t-shirt with some niche movie that neither of them had ever watched printed on the front.
“I wondered where that had gone,” Jeongguk commented, raising his eyebrows.
A million comebacks sprung to mind, but Jimin just softly smiled, looking down. He ran the hem of the shirt between his fingertips, the material ticklish against his skin. Feeling more at peace, a sudden wave of exhaustion crashed over him.
“Jeongguk,”
“Yeah?”
“Can you stay for a bit…just until I fall asleep?”
Jeongguk smiled fondly. Jimin missed him terribly.
In that moment, Jimin craved nothing more than to feel the heat of his boyfriend’s body against his, to snuggle up to him and inhale his scent, which was probably a bit sweaty and musky in just the way he liked it.
“Of course,” he replied, tone soft and soothing before adding: “I love you,”
Rearranging the pillows into a more comfortable position, Jimin propped the phone near his face. His eyes fluttered shut. “Love you more,”
“Not possible,” Jeongguk argued, wagging his finger.
“Is too,” Jimin smirked as they childishly bickered back and forth about who loved each other more.
“Always need to be right, don’t you?” he said with a mock exasperation.
“I am always right,” Jimin’s cheeks were hurting from how hard he was smiling. The day didn’t pan out exactly as he would have wanted, but under the circumstances, it wasn’t half bad. “Happy Anniversary,”
“Happy Anniversary.”