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The rides back home had always been tiring. Every single one of them. Sitting on the train for almost three hours wasn’t exactly Jungkook's favourite thing – but usually the excitement and the longing for his parents sticking to his skin used to pay off.

However, on that day, the swing of the machine under him, the unusual hot weather that the internal ac wasn’t being capable to mask – everything was feeling specially torturing.

Jimin was sitting by his side, like always, and Jungkook had, for every single day, been unceasingly aware of his boyfriend's beauty – he was –, but the scorching sun outside was seeming to try shoving that onto his face everytime he glanced a look at Jimin's bare thighs.

It wasn’t his fault.

Schedules were being fucking crazy lately, Jungkook hadn’t had sex in three weeks and Jimin wasn’t really helping his mental state with those black tight shorts, resting just above his knees – the perfect length to get Jungkook gulping at the sight.

Jimin noticed the intense glare with a burning tingle on his right leg, allowing a smile to take shape on his lips, and then sliding a hand, hidden by their handbags, to Jungkook’s own toned thigh just to tauntingly give a slight squeeze on it.

He jumped in place with the sudden touch, adam's apple rising up and down twice as his eyes got fixed on the back of the armchairs in front of them. Jimin smiled satisfied with the reaction and leaned in closer, just enough to whisper things on his ear only they could hear.

“Enjoying the view?”

“Hyung–“ Jungkook choked when Jimin's hands moved the slightest bit up, “Are you crazy?!” he murmured exasperated, wide eyes staring back at the grinning face of his boyfriend – heart beating unbelievably fast with the adrenaline. “We're in public.” He whispered lower than before, scared someone would hear.

Jimin calmly took off his hand with a teasing smile on his face as if nothing happened at all, getting Jungkook to feel just the tiniest fraction of disappointment below his bellybutton.

“I was only joking around, baby.”

Jungkook blushed with the sudden use of baby in such a non-propitious situation.

“W-well, so don’t.” He was already feeling tiny droplets of sweat forming on the back of his neck, mind wandering through too intimate memories he wasn’t really supposed to – not in that moment.

Jimin sensed the instability of his boyfriend’s tone and decided it was a sign to keep the teasing going – he was dying to see Jungkook's cheeks painting flush red as his... breath got locked inside his lungs, making... making him heavily suck the oxygen in through his pink, soft lips and... God. Jimin swallowed the sound he knew it was about to come crawling from the back of his throat, and grabbed Jungkook’s wrist to pull him closer.

Fuck the teasing, he wanted to fuck.

“D... Don’t you want to go somewhere else before we go home?” Jimin whispered once again, voice deeper this time, lips brushing on Jungkook's ear lobe – a touch that gave him that so-well-known tingling feeling at the bottom of his stomach. “It's been weeks, Jungkook-ah...” Jimin saw Jungkook swallowing hard and shifting on his seat – which just incited even more his imagination, wondering if Jungkook was already getting hard just by the sound of his voice. “I miss you...”

He knew he was playing dirty using that tone in that proximity – he knew –, but it was just that the burning desire inside him was now growing incredibly fast – and he was not being able to suppress it; neither he wanted to.

Jungkook turned to face him and Jimin’s eyes instantly fell to the younger's lips, licking his own with anticipation.

“Hyung...” Jimin looked up, heart thundering in his chest, “Y... You know I can't...” He noticed Jungkook was breathing with difficulty too. “My parents are preparing a 'surprise' party like they do everytime I go back...” And even though, his argument was pretty convincing, Jungkook just couldn’t stop his voice from failing at the edges, “I can’t keep them waiting...”

He was serious. He was telling the truth. He really was. But he was also dying for Jimin to convince him the otherwise, show him that he was wrong – that they did have time to do whatever they wanted. He was dying for Jimin to whisper things on his ears, dying for him to moan requests against the skin of his shoulder while staring at him in that way Jungkook knew so freaking well.

But instead, Jimin gave him the sunshine smile he was so damn in love with, and leaned back on his seat, sliding his fingers to Jungkook’s hands – after looking around to be sure no one was giving a shit to them – and interlacing their fingers together for a moment. It lasted long enough for him to softly caress Jungkook’s skin with his thumb and murmur a “you're right” in that sweet tone of his, but it only felt like a heartbeat when he released it – the missing warmth tracing its way up the younger’s arms.

Jungkook hated it.

He hated the fact they couldn’t hold hands for longer than an eye blinking in public places. He hated that distance they had to keep from each other when all Jungkook wanted to do was to wrap his arms around Jimin's body and never let go. He hated to look at the couple beside them leaving the train – hugging and stealing tender kisses from each other –, because he knew he'd never get the chance to be like that with Jimin. They had to live hidden, love hidden, exist hidden. It was suffocating, most of the times. But looking at Jimin resting his head on the glass window, sun delineating his black hair so beautifully like that – it made him think that he would go through it a billion times if he needed to. He would go through it. Because it was just so much more than worthy. Jimin made everything seem simpler, easier. It didn’t really matter they couldn’t hold hands if Jimin was still smiling at him in that way only he knew how to.

Once, Jungkook thought it was embarrassing – to be so deeply in love with someone that you'd have these kind of thoughts –, but, now, all he could think was how beautiful it was to have someone that could fill his heart like that, someone that could make him happy like that.

He was lucky, he decided. He was lucky in an unlucky world, but thank god he didn’t step backwards when those feelings confronted him on the past, thank god he didn’t run away like it was expected for him to do. He should be thankful, because, yes, he was fucked up – he knew pretty well –, but he was fucked up in the best way he could ever be.

•••

When the smell of his mother's food filled his lungs, Jungkook felt all of his muscles instantly relaxing. He missed it so much. Her small figure appeared on the doorframe from the kitchen the moment the front door clicked shut behind him. His father had picked him up at the station, so he was already by his side, smiling like he rarely did.

“Oh, my baby...” she cutely ran to him and Jungkook couldn’t fight the smile on his face when he hugged her, “I missed you so much...” she pulled away to take his face in hands, “Are you eating well? Taking care of your health? What's this here?” she softly brushed a finger on a little cut on his jawline.

Jungkook was laughing. “I shaved, mom. And I missed you too.”

“Oh my god...” She placed a hand on her chest, “Did you shave? Do you have beard now? How much time did you stay away?!”

“Well, it's not actua–“

“My baby has beard.” It was like she was talking to herself for a moment, “Our baby has hair growing on his face.” She looked in disbelief to Jungkook's father who could only laugh, “When did that happen?”

“Mom, calling it a beard is an overkill, it's almost invisible.”

“Oh,” the little woman sighed in relief, “Good. Still my baby, then! Come, come, I cooked a lot of things!”

Jungkook was prepared to see his brother on the kitchen, sitting behind the dinner table with cake and all his favorites foods on it – but he was most definitely not expecting to be welcomed by probably twenty different faces, all of them staring back at him with big and unknown smiles. He did recognize some after a second or two, although most were just unfamiliar expressions he vaguely recovered from his childhood.

“Surprise!” they all screamed in unison and Jungkook had to close his eyes shut to soothe the pain inside his head – like that would possibly help, but well.

He was standing there in front of them without moving a muscle when his mother dragged him to the center, obligating him to force smiles and happy exclamations while a bunch of strangers came to hug, congratulate and all of that. He flashed his bother's face with apologetic eyes in the middle of the little crowd – he knew that wasn’t what Jungkook needed after hours in a train. But even though, Jungkook didn’t erase the smile from his lips once – he was aware that was really important to his parents and that they had put a lot of effort on it.

After he greeted all his relatives, everyone settled down on the wooden table – two times bigger than he remembered it being – to have dinner.

Jungkook sighed. It was going to be a long night.

•••

Almost one hour had passed and people were still talking non-stop. Jungkook had finished his meal a long time ago, but he thought it would be rude to leave the table, considering no one had done it yet.

In the beginning, everyone was asking him about idol life and such, but now he was left alone playing with the chopsticks on his plate as people fell on parallel conversations. His phone buzzed on his pocket and he looked around, wondering if it was okay for him to answer. After he decided no one was paying attention enough on him to notice, he unlocked the screen and hid it under the table, just in case.

Jiminie – 7:48 pm
how's the party going? many delicious foods?

You – 7:49 pm
my mom invited the entire family

Jungkook discreetly snapped a picture of the dinner table so Jimin could see.

You – 7:49 pm
[photo.jpg]

Jiminie – 7:49 pm
omg
how many people are there?

Jungkook looked up to mentally count.

You – 7:50 pm
eighteen
counting with my parents and hyung

Jiminie – 7:50 pm
lmao
from 10 to 10, how bored are u?

You – 7:50 pm
10000000
TT

Jiminie – 7:50 pm
kkkkkk
unlucky u
lucky me
no one's home here

You – 7:50 pm
what??? why??

Jiminie – 7:51 pm
my parents had to solve an emergency with the restaurant
my mom apologized to the moon and back but i was kinda grateful
i rly wanted to rest a little

You – 7:51 pm
ur brother?

Jiminie – 7:51 pm
he was dying to go out with his friends kkk
he didn’t say it but i saw on his face
so i told him he could go out if he wanted to bc i was going to sleep

You – 7:51 pm
wah so lucky
how unfair

Jungkook heard his name being called so he shoved the phone between his thighs out of instinct.

“Jungkook, honey, would you like some kkultarae?” his mother was fondly looking at him, holding a tray full of round white cakes.

“Oh, no, mom, thanks! I'm fine.” Jungkook smiled and she nodded.

In the meantime, Jimin had already sent him 4 new messages.

Jiminie – 7:51 pm
don’t u want to share my luck with me?
i'm bored now...
i don’t want to sleep anymore
come over

Jungkook's heart raced at the thought of appearing by Jimin's house when there was no one there apart from them. He gulped as he typed – imagination trying to bloom with scenarios of what they could do all alone in an empty house.

You – 7:52 pm
i can’t
u know that

It was a weak excuse and even he knew it.

Jiminie – 7:52 pm
but im so bored...
come play with me, jungkook-ah
don't you miss me?
i will let you do anything you want to...

It was like Jungkook could hear Jimin's voice whispering those things just below his ear, on the sensitive spot of his neck. He had to take a deep breath and close his eyes to settle his thoughts in order. His heart was really pounding on his throat, getting tiny drops of sweat forming in between his fingers.

You – 7:53 pm
hyung
dont
there's people all around me
pls dont do this

Jiminie – 7:53 pm
why?
you know you like it when i tease...
are you scared u might get hard thinking about all the things you could be doing with me?
and all the things i could be doing with you?

You – 7:53 pm
hyung

Jiminie – 7:53 pm
how i could be sucking you off real good?

You – 7:54 pm
god

Jungkook's dick twitched inside his pants and he panicked at the same time as he tried to remember how to properly breath through his nose, memories of Jimin's tongue teasing him growing goosebumps all over his body.

You – 7:54 pm
hyung pls stop
im really getting hard
there's people here

Jiminie – 7:54 pm
come over then so i can take care of that for u
how would u like to come?
inside me?
maybe in my mouth?

You – 7:54 pm
fucking god
im leaving

Jungkook locked his phone again and tried to calm the fuck down while staring at the black screen in front of him, because he was most definitely not getting a goddamn boner in front of eighteen people.

Fuck Park Jimin, that motherfucking tease. What was he trying to do, anyway? He knew Jungkook really couldn’t go there. It was stupid and... it really couldn’t happen it didn’t... didn’t matter how much Jungkook wanted to, because... god, he wanted to so much.

Jungkook gulped and shifted on his seat, but the friction his boxer created with his semi hard member almost got him whining in frustration. Three fucking weeks.

He closed his eyes for a moment, allowing his mind to drown in the nostalgic sensation of Jimin's thick fingers deep inside him reaching for the sensitive spot on his prostate while kissing the inner part of his thighs. That never failed to drive him crazy, like it wasn’t failing in that exact fucking moment and it wasn’t even happening, for fuck's sake.

Jungkook snapped out of his memories when the phone vibrated once again in his pocket. He felt his heart thundering in his chest, wondering what kind of dirty shit Jimin could possibly be saying, but when he looked at the bright lockscreen it only showed: Jiminie: [photo.jpg]

Fucking great. Jungkook had a hard on in between his legs and Jimin was fucking sending memes to him. He unlocked the phone questioning himself what kind of embarrassing picture of himself could it be this time, when oxygen was violently punched out of his lungs.

“Son?” his father called at the same time the picture loaded, getting Jungkook to desperately click on the side button of his phone in the speed of light while shoving it into his pocket just as fast, “Are you okay? You seem... Red...” Jungkook blushed even harder, but when he opened his mouth to give some lame excuse, his mother spoke above his weak voice.

“Oh my god, do you have a fever?!”

“N-no! I– I just need to go to the bathroom, may I?”

“Sure, sweetie, go, go!”

The boy made his way to the bathroom almost running, not fucking believing what he had just saw. He was barely breathing, but that was the minor of his problems, considering the tingling feeling around his crotch, begging for his own cock to be touched.

And that was exactly what he did the moment the bathroom door clicked locked behind him, grabbing his dick so hard, desperately chasing for the friction he so much needed.

Jungkook leaned his back against the door and, with his free hand, took the phone out of his pocket one more time, sliding his thumb through the screen just to be welcomed by the picture again. He moaned low, tightening the grip around his now so fucking hard member and rubbing it, needing to release some of the accumulated tension Park motherfucking Jimin created.

Jungkook really couldn’t believe he actually did that – but there he was, back to the mirror, profile being partially hidden by his shoulder, while one of his hands held the phone high up next to his face, taking the most torturing picture Jimin had ever sent him, because he was fucking naked. Jungkook's heart was beating so fast he could hear nothing more apart from it, vision out of focus, the only thing clear being that goddamn picture.

The only thing clear being how his toned muscles were so beautifully drawn on his tensioned back, how the sharp curve of his waist went straight down to his perfect ass.

Fucking hell, how Jungkook loved that ass.

The smooth skin, the softness of its texture, how it was so fucking full Jungkook's hands almost couldn’t entirely grab it.

And his thighs, jesus christ, his thighs. Those thick muscles – Jungkook could only think about them wrapped around his waist as Jimin furiously kissed his neck, his tongue working him on so unbelievably good.

His mind was in a kind of haze when he realized Jimin was continuously sending him new messages.

Jiminie – 8:01 pm
don't let me have fun without you...
are you still in that fucking dinner
i hope not
because im losing my mind here
how many more do you want me to send until you can come over and fuck me already
goddammit jungkook answer me im seeing you online

You – 8:03 pm
are u fucking crazy
my aunt was beside me
i had to run to the bathroom
do you want to kill me?
god
why are u like this

Jiminie – 8:03 pm
bathroom huh
does it mean you're touching urself already
bc i am
and it feels so good baby

Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. How come a fucking phrase could get Jungkook so damn wrecked like that? He fought the urge of putting his hand inside his pants to properly jerk himself off – instead rubbing his dick through the jeans harder than before. 

You – 8:04 pm
fuck
yes

Jungkook closed his eyes again, the thought of Jimin touching himself doing shit to his mind. His heavy breathing was filling the tiny space as his body slided down to sit on the cold floor, legs too weak to stand up. When he opened his half-lidded eyes – things getting blurry from the pleasure hovering his mind – he had to take some seconds to understand what Jimin sent him.

Jiminie – 8:04 pm
[audio.mp3]

What?

What? Jungkook's eyes widened incredibly fast, not believing what he was seeing on his screen for the second time in the very same night.

He already knew what to expect – he fucking knew and just the thought of it was already driving him insane –, but when his finger clicked play and Jimin's heavy breaths reached his ears, he couldn’t stop his cock from writhing under his palm, growing harder within each second.

“Fuck– Ah...” Jimin's strokes made themselves audible through the speakers and Jungkook was sure he was about to lose his mind, hand going inside his own pants so fast he didn’t even realize it until he felt the pulsating veins of his dick against his skin, relief shooting through his body as he worked himself up and down while listening, “L... Let me do it for you... Mmm... You're touching yourself, right?” his voice was deep and hoarse, getting a groan to escape through Jungkook's lips without his consent, “You know you want me to– Ah, shit–“ his loud breathing filled the silence again and Jungkook seriously thought he could come only by that, “You know... Mhmm... You know how you love the way I touch you... H... How my fingers press just the right... mhm... places– god, I really need you right now... Hah... Let me do it, Kookie... Come here and let me wrap my tongue around you so you can come inside my mouth in a heartbeat...” Jungkook squeezed his eyes shut so fast, as a repressed grunt came crawling from the back of his throat, the sound turning him on so much more than it should, precum soaking his fingers. “Mmm, fuck–“ the clip ended with Jimin moaning and Jungkook panting.

Jiminie – 8:05 pm
come on baby
i want you
don’t do this
im struggling here

You – 8:06 pm
fuck hyung
fuck

Jiminie – 8:06 pm
so are u coming?

You – 8:06 pm
yeah
you better wait for me

Jiminie – 8:06 pm
or?
are you punishing me?

You – 8:06 pm
im punishing you anyway

Jiminie – 8:06 pm
im waiting

Jungkook had to sit in there for five minutes straight before he could get out of the bathroom with the tiniest bit of dignity in him. But when he stepped on the kitchen again, apparently no one seemed to notice anything out of its usual. Jungkook crouched down beside his parents in the most discrete way he could, grateful everyone was still on parallel conversations, and murmured:

“I'm sorry, but, can I borrow the car for one hour or two? Jimin-hyung called me, he said he has an emergency, I think it's personal, but... I'm sorry, I'm really enjoying the party, but it really seemed like he needed help, so...” Jungkook could feel guilty for lying in an alternate universe in which he wasn’t so fucking horny.

“Oh no, sweetie, don’t apologize...” his mother fondly looked at him, “Poor Jiminie, probably broke up with some girl...”

Jungkook swallowed hard before answering, “Yeah, hum... So, can I go?”

“Of course!”

“Yeah, just don’t break my car.” His father smiled at him and he nodded, getting on his feet.

“Ahn... Sorry...” Jungkook successfully drawed everyone's attention to him, “I wanted to thank you all for doing this to me, I'm really grateful but... Sadly, I need to go somewhere to solve personal issues, but don’t end the party because of me! Thank you so much, and I'm really sorry for leaving so soon.” He bowed, impatient to leave, and when everyone bowed back, he grabbed the car keys from his father's hand, running to the garage so fast he doesn’t even remember how he made it there.

•••

Jungkook found himself standing in front of Jimin's door with his breath caught on his throat twenty minutes later. All the lights in the house were off apart from the ones illuminating the porch he was standing on. He closed his eyes and breathed in the oxygen around him slowly. Which was ridiculous – Jimin was his fucking boyfriend, there was no reason for him to be so damn nervous, but–

The thing was, it was them in Jimin's house and them alone. That simple detail seemed to set the butterflies in Jungkook’s stomach on fire, obstructing his lungs and hampering him from breathing.

He needed to calm down. His heart needed to calm down – it was only Jimin, for god's sake.

After cleaning his sweaty palms on the back of his pants, he picked his phone from his pocket and dialed the so familiar number – which yes, he knew by heart.

At first, everything he could hear was his heart beating on his ears along with the dialing sound at the end of the line – when Jimin suddenly picked up.

“I'm here.” He heard his own voice murmuring in the silence of the night after releasing a shaky breath.

“Thank god.” Jimin's raspy whisper was the only sound echoing in his ears before the line fell silent again.

Jungkook had barely winked when the door abruptly opened and he was instantly pulled in, the sound of the door closing coinciding with their mouths clashing. He couldn’t help but gasp, heart furiously beating in his chest along with his stomach twisting and tightening – Jimin's lips feeling so damn soft, plump and full against his own. He didn’t stop the tiny moan coming out of his mouth when Jimin's tongue met his – he also didn’t stop it when his back hit the wooden door with force, Jimin's hands clutching his shoulder and clinging on him, legs naturally enveloping around his waist with a fervor Jungkook was rarely given the chance to meet. He felt his entire skin tingling with arousal, his own stomach desperately burning inside him with all the sensations washing over at the same time. His hands were on Jimin's ass before he even realized and he took the opportunity to change positions, caging the smaller boy between him and the wall beside them. Jimin sucked on Jungkook’s bottom lip as his hands slided into his hair and Jungkook’s legs almost failed, his own hands tightening on his boyfriend's butt within every instant. He pulled away to breath, but Jimin was desperate, reaching for his neck and sucking it with a hunger Jungkook didn’t know he had.

It was when he realized Jimin was shirtless, his shoulder's muscles taking Jungkook’s entire sight, a low grunt escaping from his lips thanks to it.

He was already so hard and he had barely got in the house.

“H... Mmm... Hyung...” he managed through tiny whines, “D-don't... mhm... don’t leave ma...rks...”

Jimin bit on the muscle where Jungkook's neck met with his shoulder, just to slowly lick all the way up to his ear's lobe, and in that moment, Jungkook swore he saw stars. “I can suck your skin as much as I want, baby... we have three days to let it heal.”

Fuck. Jungkook didn’t waste a minute before his own mouth was already on Jimin's neck, sucking wet, rough bruises over it, not knowing when he would have the chance to carelessly kiss him like that again.

The salty flavor of sweat soaked his tongue and it only turned him on more, knowing Jimin was already a mess under his touch just by that.

Jimin closed his hands in fists on Jungkook’s hair and roughly pushed him back, lips meeting with his half-way in a thirsty need to taste. Jungkook hugged his boyfriend’s waist, pulling him closer just as desperately and deepening the kiss – when he felt it. Jimin's erection on his stomach. He had to break the touch once again to catch his breath, but Jimin didn’t pull away – instead, he teasingly licked Jungkook’s bottom lip with his soft tongue before murmuring, “I'm wearing nothing under these shorts.”

Jungkook felt the liquid of his precum soaking the head of his hard, sensitive member along with his boxers. He buried his face in the crook of Jimin's neck and moaned, imagination running wildly in his mind.

It was like the whole world could fall apart and Jungkook wouldn’t give a single fuck, because suddenly all he could think was Jimin Jimin Jimin. A sensation of constant clenching right below his bellybutton made his legs start moving to Jimin’s room, tripping on his own steps once, then twice – when Jimin decided to get down from his lap before both of them fell on the ground and caused serious damages.

They made it to his bedroom in a light beam, the door clicking locked as Jungkook’s tshirt flew out of his head to the ground, Jimin's palm happily spreaded over his abs, the other hand going inside his jeans to grab his butt.

“God...” he closed his eyes, throwing his head back, and Jungkook couldn’t help but to cup his neck and kiss his jawline, “I missed you so much...” he whispered while squeezing Jungkook’s ass on his hand, Jungkook's heart furiously knocking his ribcage in response.

The younger started walking forward, Jimin following his pace and stepping backwards until the back of his knees hit the bed.

Jungkook pushed him down a bit more roughly than he intended, but Jimin fell on the mattress like an angel – hair all messy sprawled around his head, the moonlight making the edges shine in the dark room. Eyes dazed as he panted looking up at him, lips red and swollen.

Jungkook could stare at him all day long and he knew he wouldn’t get tired.

He let his body fall on top of him, placing his elbows on the mattress by both sides of his boyfriend's head. He took a moment to fall into Jimin’s eyes, fingertips getting hot, eager to touch him. “You're so beautiful.” He murmured like it was some kind of secret. Jimin's eyes were shining adorably back at him and the moment those words left Jungkook's mouth, they turned into thin lines of eyelashes – Jimin's smile embellishing them like it always did. “Sometimes I can't believe you're real.” The words kept flying out of his mouth without him being entirely aware of it – but he didn’t care. It was only the truth.

He watched Jimin's cheeks turn light pink. He watched his lips form a cute little pout replacing his shy smile like he was about to answer but didn’t know what to say. He watched his eyes slowly change focus to Jungkook’s lips.

And then Jungkook kissed him.

This time it wasn’t rushed – it was slow, and sweet –, their tongues softly caressing each other as they tasted each other's mouth – saliva mixing until they tasted the same. Jungkook felt Jimin's hands on his back, sprawled over his muscles, going up and down as he increasingly deepened the kiss, nails sinking on his skin, scratching and pulling groans out of his mouth. Jimin swallowed them all as Jungkook crawled up the bed pulling him up with him, their mouths not breaking apart even for an instant. When their heads hit the headboard, Jimin didn’t waste a second to hug Jungkook’s waist with his thighs, locking his ankles at the end of his back and pushing him down, their erections clashing through the fabric of their clothes. Jungkook bit hard on Jimin's lower lip, grunting and drawing blood, hot breaths invading his boyfriend’s mouth, their bare chests rising up and down in sync.

“Why are we still wearing clothes?” Jimin whispered breathless, “Off... off.” He demanded while tugging at the remaining piece of cloth between them.

Jungkook didn’t have to hear twice to obbey. Jimin unwrapped his legs off Jungkook’s waist so the younger could pull his jeans down, just to do the same with Jimin’s shorts a second later. The cold air hit the skin of his hot member in a second of shivering and deep breathing, just so he could be surprised in the another with Jungkook's warm hand being wrapped around him, the sensation making him loudly gasp and almost whine under the touch. Jungkook slightly squeezed it and Jimin moaned – really moaned this time –, the longing pleasure clenching his stomach and tingling the head of his cock. God, he missed this so much.

“Jesus christ.” He heard Jungkook breathlessly mumble next to his ear as he buried his head in the curve of Jimin’s neck. “I missed you too fucking much, I swear to god.” He tightened the touch again and Jimin closed his eyes harder, wanting more. “I fucking missed you so bad and you kept torturing me.” Jungkook started stroking him and Jimin couldn’t control his breathing anymore, traces of hot sparkles travelling up his length to his belly. “Did you have fun without me?” He started going faster and Jimin was honestly having a hard time trying to understand what he was saying.

“N-no... I... mhmm... wanted you...”

“You wanted?” Jungkook licked his neck, getting Jimin’s toes to curl. “Don’t you want me anymore?” he stopped moving his hand and Jimin cried in frustration.

“I do... God, I want, Jungkookie, please...”

The younger boy smiled satisfied and kissed Jimin’s neck, sucking his sensitive muscle hard enough to successfully bring low whimpers out of his lips.

“Mhm... Too bad...” Jungkook took his hand off his cock and grabbed his wrists, “Too bad you've been such a fucking tease these days, right?” He felt Jimin's chest going up and down under him as he kept tracing a path of kisses down his neck. “Mercilessly torturing me... Such a tease...” he bit the skin of Jimin's pulsating vein and felt him closing his hands in fists. “Do you think it's fair if I give what you want right away?” he nosed his way up to his jawline and sucked just below his ear, on his most sensitive spot. Jimin had plenty of them, much to Jungkook’s delight.

Jimin keened. “Jungkook-ah... Please...”

“No...” Jungkook brought Jimin's hands up his head and straightened his back to properly look at him, his own eyes probably dark with lust. “I'm not going easy tonight.”, he growled before leaning down to kiss him deeply. Kiss him with all the pent up desire inside him. With all the want he had to hold back for weeks.

He licked his way inside Jimin's mouth – the warmth of his tongue making Jungkook himself whimper – and bit on his soft lips, needing to hear the mewls that came in response afterwards. Jimin was melting, already panting heavily, getting Jungkook's chest to flutter with proud from the fact he was the responsible for it and with awe from all the love he was already feeling.

When they broke apart, he felt Jimin twisting his wrists on his hands, signaling he wanted to break free from the hold – but Jungkook just smiled, pressing his hips down harder to get their dicks touching. Jimin gasped and so did he, but he was better at pretending he hadn’t. He was trying to play hard to get, and leaving apparent he was just as needy as Jimin was wasn’t the best way to succeed at it.

“What are you doing?” Jungkook couldn’t help the breathless tone of his voice though.

“Let me touch you.” Jimin tilted his head just the tiniest bit back, and it shouldn’t have had any effect on Jungkook – but the little shit angled his lips just in the perfect position. Jungkook thought they had never looked more stunning, more tempting, all shiny, swollen and red, so close to his face.

He had to bite back the urge inside him screaming to let go of Jimin’s hands, to let him do whatever he wanted with his body, touch him wherever he wanted to.

He slowly dragged Jimin's lower lip between his teeth instead. “No...” He felt the flesh slipping past his lips. “We're playing my game tonight. With my rules.”

Jimin smiled, Jungkook pretty aware he was enjoying it, the little kinky asshole. “What rules?”

“You can’t touch me. You can’t touch yourself either. You can only watch.”

Jimin raised an eyebrow, a defiant lazy smile playing on his lips. “What if I break the rules?”
Jungkook's cock twitched against Jimin's skin, the challenge in his voice arousing him more than it probably should.

“l’ll tie you up.”

“Bsdm style? Woah, savage Jeon Jungkook.”
They laughed, but Jungkook slightly blushed.

“Shut up, hyung. It's not that. Stop messing up the atmosphere.”

“Okay, master.”

“God, I hate you.” But he was smiling, and grinning. “I swear to god, you call me daddy and I put my pants right back on in a second.”

“I put my pants right back on in a second.” Jimin was laughing too, and Jungkook was love struck. What a fucking bad timing.

“I hate you.” He had to say before gluing their lips together once again.

Kissing Jimin was a sensation Jungkook could never properly describe. He had kissed him a thousand times over and more, but everytime was better than the last. He really couldn’t explain, he just loved everything about it. He loved the way his lips – so much bigger than his own – enveloped around his lower lip, catching it entirely in his mouth; how he would sometimes lightly suck at it, the softness of the warm flesh getting Jungkook's mind dizzy, making him want to kiss him forever. He loved how his smooth tongue slided past his own so delicately sometimes and so hungrily in others, a thin line of thirsty touches separating it from each other, leading the pace.

But in that moment, it wasn't Jimin's lips Jungkook was craving the most. He dragged his mouth down his chin, dripping saliva with him, and down his throat. He gripped Jimin's thigh hard and rough, just so he could feel the vibrations of his groans on his lips.

Soon, there was not a sound in the room that wasn’t heavy breathings, tiny moans and the hum of the air conditioner – which was at its maximum, yet Jungkook could still feel sweat accumulating in many parts of his body.

His mouth was now in one of Jimin's hard nipples, the elder arching his back further as he tried to stop the sounds falling out of his mouth. He was so sensitive, Jungkook thought biting back a smile and sucking harder, watching Jimin’s face crumple, his brows furrow and his nose crinkle in pleasure. He teased him for just a few more seconds before bringing his mouth down his torso, leaving a path of kisses and blooming bruises behind.

Jimin was wrecked, to Jungkook’s complete delight – he hadn’t even properly touched him yet. Jimin was trying very hard to not touch Jungkook or himself, like the younger asked, but it seemed like it was getting harder and harder for him, his hands closing around the sheets with increasingly force each second.

Jungkook traveled his hands down Jimin’s body, caressing the inner part of his thighs, squeezing the solid muscles and groaning at the back of his throat because jesus. He was enjoying the whole thing a lot more than he thought he would, seeing Jimin pant and whimper, eyes dazed looking back at Jungkook go down his body, not allowed to get any kind of relief with his own hands. It turned him on like crazy.

When he finally got his face in the place both of them were anticipating, Jimin couldn’t take his eyes off him. It was making a shiver roam his spine, the gaze piercing through him.

Once again, Jimin's lips caught Jungkook's view – the sight so beautiful and breathtaking.

Jungkook grabbed the base of his dick without previous warning and leaned down, sticking his tongue out and teasingly licking the precum in small and kittenish licks, Jimin's head falling back on the pillow, breathing loudly as he cried. He watched as his boyfriend closed his eyes hard, teeth biting his bottom lip with force, but Jungkook wanted more. He licked all the way down his length and sank his nails in the skin of Jimin's hipbone, wanting him to look at him. Jimin briefly opened his eyes, breathless and sweating, so fucking beautiful.

“Stop teasing.” He murmured, voice raspy and hoarse, satoori hanging too strong. “Suck me already.”

And how could Jungkook not? He liked to pretend he was the one leading, but deep down he knew he would get on his knees for Jimin in a heartbeat with a simple movement of fingers.

He sank his head down lower, catching Jimin's pulsating cock almost entirely in his mouth, the sharp moans of both of them mixing in the silence of the room. Jimin was hot in his mouth. Jungkook tightened his hand around the base and started working his way up and down, the bittersweet taste filling his entire mouth. He placed his tongue around the length, loosening his lips by the end and pressuring harder in the tip, sucking just the way he knew it drived Jimin beyond crazy. He was assured he was doing it right when Jimin couldn’t repress his beautiful voice anymore, loud gasps and mewls escaping his lips, shooting pleasure straight up to Jungkook’s painfully hard member, so neglected by that point. He started grinding against the mattress, searching for any kind of friction to release the tension.

When Jungkook quickened the pace, Jimin released the hold on the sheets and fisted his hair so hard it brought tears to his eyes – but he couldn’t stop going down faster, Jimin's legs locking around his shoulder, showing him he was close. When he felt Jimin's dick clenching in his mouth, he sat up straight, breathing heavily and sweating. Jimin groaned loud and almost cried, lifting his head up to look at Jungkook in disbelief.

“What the fuck?” he complained and his hands were already on their way for him to finish the job himself, but Jungkook stopped him.

“I told you. My rules.” His voice was low and hoarse, Jimin's taste still on the back of his throat. He looked around, “Where's the lube?”

Jimin's annoyed expression disappeared in a second, replaced by darker eyes and a gulp bobbing his adam's apple up and down. He reached for the drawer of the nightstand and opened, taking a little white bottle out of it. Jungkook took it from his hands without breaking eye contact.

“Get ready to scream my name.”

Jimin threw his head back and closed his eyes, bare chest rising up and down, preparing himself for whatever he thought it was to come. But he most certainly wasn’t prepared to feel Jungkook's mouth on him again.

“Wh–“ but the words got stuck inside his mouth, his cock even more sensitive and Jungkook even more rough than before making him see stars. “Guh– God, Jungkook–“ He managed to mumble under his breath because what the fuck.

When Jimin thought he couldn’t feel more absurdly good than he was already feeling, Jungkook placed one finger on his entrance and understanding suddenly washed him, thighs trembling with growing expectation. This little shit, he thought before Jungkook pushed his middle finger in, hampering him from breathing, the liquid of the lube soaking his rim. Jungkook kept sucking him harder than before and Jimin didn’t know what to focus on, especially when Jungkook started moving his finger inside him, pulling in and out slowly, just to quicken the pace some seconds later, the sensation of being finally filled clenching his stomach, but it was surprisingly not enough – he wanted more. Jimin grunted loudly, hands gripping Jungkook’s shoulder and hair, not knowing how to fucking steady himself.

Jungkook pushed another finger in and Jimin started feeling his orgasm building up. It was when Jungkook hit his prostate that he had to cover his mouth to not scream. Jungkook roughly pushed it off and Jimin looked at him, Jungkook's eyes unmistakably saying scream for me. Jimin gulped and looked away, not in control of his actions, let alone his voice. He couldn’t remember when his moans weren’t filling the room, pleasure clouding his mind.

“J...Jungkook– F-for fuck's sake...mmmm... god–“

He felt Jungkook's fingers touching his prostate, pressuring it, along with his hot tongue sliding through the slit of his dick, the heat feeling so good and so fucking absurd he didn’t even want to come. He wanted to keep feeling like that forever, Jungkook's mouth and fingers driving him over the edge. The burning feeling below his bellybutton had now transformed in a constant clenching, going back down his cock and up again.

“I'm... I'm gonna come, Jun– Jungkook, oh my god–”

Jimin couldn’t breath when his orgasm came, so fucking intense and ground-breaking, his toes curling and fingertips heating, his entire body feeling like it wasn’t his own.

Jungkook swallowed it all with a pleasant hum in the back of his throat, a proud smile creeping the corner of his lips after he released Jimin's member and sat back on his ankles to watch the sight in front of him in awe. He sighed, love filling his chest. Jimin was really the most beautiful creature he had ever seen.

It took Jimin almost a minute to settle his blurry vision, Jungkook appearing above him with wet lips and a stupid grin on his face that warmed his entire heart.

“Good, huh?” the brat said, smug written all over his skin.

Jimin couldn’t help but smile.

“Yes...” he heard his voice deeper than ever. He let the smile fade away from his lips, observing Jungkook's features. His sweaty black hair pushed back, red lips swollen, cheeks pink and eyes so fucking beautiful. Jimin was not satisfied. “But I want more.”

“What?” Jungkook's wide eyes closed shut so fast when Jimin wrapped his hand around him, feeling so fucking hard under his palm.

Jungkook whined and Jimin simply knew, the arousal growing inside him again.

“I want you, this is not enough.”

Jungkook's head fell on his shoulder as he started stroking him and it didn’t take long before Jungkook was also a moaning mess – so wrecked under his touch. Jimin sucked his shoulder just in the spot where he knew he liked, and slided his body on the mattress under him, angling himself closer to where he wanted. He lifted his head up and whispered against Jungkook’s neck. “Fuck me.”

Jungkook fisted the messy sheets around them and for a second both of them just stopped moving, hot and shaky breaths on each other's ears. Jimin was the first to move, getting the lube from where Jungkook left and putting it on his boyfriend’s hand. “I want you.”

Jimin saw Jungkook's lust grow on his face as he turned to look Jimin in the eyes.

“I want you too.”

“Then what are you waiting for?”

Jungkook closed his eyes, a lazy smile on his breathless lips.

“You'll be the fucking death of me.”

Jungkook kissed him, slow and deep, their hearts beating together almost. He kept kissing him as he put the lube both on him and Jimin, the cold liquid making him shiver in anticipation. He kept kissing him when he positioned himself on Jimin's entrance and started pushing forward, all the oxygen being violently knocked out of his lungs when Jimin's ass engulfed his head, pressuring so hard and tight. Jimin moaned, their mouths falling open as they breathed inside each other, and it was all it needed for Jungkook to completely push into him – mind going blank the instant he did. Jimin's hand was clutching his shoulder so hard he was scared he was hurting.

“Are you okay?” he found the strength to ask.

“Y...yeah, j-just... been a while...”

Jungkook nodded and waited until he adjusted, he himself needing some time to settle. A few seconds later, Jimin hugged his shoulder and slided his hand inside his hair, the touch making Jungkook close his eyes at ease. “Move.” His sweet voice murmured, and Jungkook did, once, then twice, pulling muffled groans out of both their lips.

“Ji...Jimin...” Jungkook held on his hips harder, “God, you're... so fucking tight..."

Jimin whimpered in response, nails sinking on his neck and shoulders. “Jungkookie...”

He started moving a little bit faster when the heat going up and down his spine intensified, Jimin’s soft gasps encouraging him to keep the pace. But sooner than he thought, it didn’t seem like it was enough, so he quickened his thrusts, their hips clasping together in an obscene sound and his hands going down Jimin's ass because he needed it like he needed oxygen in that moment.

He felt Jimin's mouth falling open on his neck, every second feeling better than the last, but never enough. “Harder... Harder, Jungkook-ah, harder–“

Jungkook fucked him like he had never did before, white hot pleasure shooting through his whole body warning him he was close. “Hyung– Hyung, I can’t hold it any lon...ger...”

“Just a little more, baby... wait... wait for me...”

Jungkook did his best, whimpering and squirming, unable to hold himself in place, because fuck, when had that felt so good? (Always, probably.)

He sighed relieved when he felt Jimin clenching around his length, arms tightening around his shoulders and mouth glued to Jungkook’s neck to stop his moans from sounding too loud. He allowed himself to feel the same, only needing two more thrusts for his orgasm to shoot inside Jimin, come spilling from him so slow, like he had all the time in the world, pleasure blinding him like it never did before and getting all of his muscles shuddering.

Jimin himself didn’t have any more come inside him, so he just patiently waited for Jungkook until he stopped trembling and started feeling like a human being again.

“This... this was the best sex of my life.” Jungkook mumbled, a little dizzy, and Jimin could only giggle. “I'm not joking.”

“I know... It was also for me.” He smiled and Jungkook propped himself up on his elbows to look at him, Jimin's arms sliding to his back. “From where did you pull out that shit of sucking and fucking me at the same time?! I thought I was going to explode.”

Jungkook devilishly grinned like a five year old. “I read a lot of mangas.”

“Oh man, gross.” Jimin did a yucky face, making Jungkook laugh more.

“You know you liked it.”

“Yeah, I'll try it on you next time.” Jimin raised an eyebrow and Jungkook shivered, the grin fading away from his lips and being replaced for a soft flush on his cheeks.

“Shut up...”

Jimin smiled, feeling so fond of him and so fucking in love.

“You're so cute.”

“Hyung!”

“Shut up, let me baby you.” Jimin shifted under him, switching positions, and cozying up on Jungkook’s chest.

He never felt so comfortable, not even when he found the perfect position under his blankets on cold nights.

“I love you so much it's crazy.”

He knew Jungkook was not the best one with words, but the kiss on his forehead and the arms tightening around his body expressed a lot more than Jimin needed. It was also not like he wanted Jungkook to answer, because well, he just felt like saying it, he didn’t want Jungkook to feel forced to reply. “We still need to clean this mess though. My parents might come back any moment.”

Oh, real life. So endearing.

Jungkook nodded, but he was hesitanting, tapping his fingers by the side of Jimin's hips, a tiny pout pursuing his lips.

“What is it?” the older sweetly asked, sensing his boyfriend’s insecurity.

“Nothing, just... mhm... well... you know... can I... can I sleep over?”

Jimin was silent for a brief second of shock and disbelief. “What?”

Jungkook hurried to apologize.

“Okay, nothing, it was stupid, I don’t even know why I–“

“Jungkookie!” Jimin cut him off, smiling so widely, and so fucking happy. “Of course you can, what are you talking about?” His heart was feeling all warm, picturing the scene of him and Jungkook snuggling up to each other on his actual bedroom and with only them and no one else – no others roomates on the bed above or by their side. Just them. Like a normal, real couple. The realization they also had just fucked on his bedroom for the first time ever, hit him like a wave in the shore. He was so deeply in love it was lame.
Jungkook seemed to be going through the same line of thoughts because there was just love in his shiny eyes.

Shiny?

“Baby, are you crying?!” Jungkook lowered his gaze and a lonely tear ran down his cheek. “Oh my god, what is it?! What's the problem?”

Jimin's fingers exasperatedly reached his cheeks, wiping the tear away – but suddenly Jungkook was also smiling, confusing the shit out of him.

“Nothing, I'm just... happy. I don’t know, I wish it could always be like this, you know?” Jimin stopped his hand from moving, feeling his throat close a little bit too. “I love you, hyung.”
It was when his warm little tears overflowed too.

“God...” Jimin laughed through them though, shaking his head, “Why are you like this?” he smiled, wet cheeks shining under the moonlight peeking through the windows, “When will you stop making me fall harder for you?”

Jungkook smiled rubbing his eyes. “Never, I hope.”

“So cheesy...” Jimin teased, his own smile not leaving his face. It was the cold blow of the air conditioner hitting his sweaty back and cooling it that brought him back to reality. “Go shower before we end up sleeping like this. I'll clean things up here, just in case someone shows up. Oh. And concealer is on the second drawer. For the neck.”

“Okay, sir.” Jungkook sat up and Jimin took the opportunity to wipe his own tears away from his eyes.

By the time Jungkook came back – clean, hair dripping wet and wearing Jimin’s clothes –, Jimin had already changed the sheets – hid the dirty ones so he could wash it himself later –, and put on some clothes just in case.
His parents showed up when he was about to shower, which got Jungkook nervous like Jimin had rarely seen. He made up some excuse to explain why Jungkook was there and then left them talking in the kitchen to finally shower. When he came back, dinner was already on table.

“How did you cook all this so fast?” Jimin hugged his mother's shoulders, kissing her temple. He couldn’t help but notice Jungkook smiling at them.

“Oh honey, I just heated it all on the microwave, don’t be fooled.” They all laughed, Jungkook seeming a lot more comfortable than he was when Jimin left him there some minutes earlier. “Let's eat, I'm starving!”

“Where's your brother?” his father asked.

“Oh, he wanted to go out with some friends so I let him... But he's gonna be back by ten, don't worry!”

After his father nodded understandingly, he quickly typed on his phone underneath the table: you better be back by ten if you don’t want both me and you to get killed.

They ate with easy conversation going on – his mother with sweet eyes the entire time and his father bringing up with some lame jokes occasionally, reminding him a certain hyung he loved just as much.

Jimin could almost pretend that was the night in which he introduced Jungkook to his parents as his boyfriend, not as... Well, you know. A close friend or whatever. But he shoved the thoughts away to the back of his mind, he didn’t want anything saddening him in that moment.

After everyone finished eating, he and Jungkook washed the dishes while talking about this new game Jungkook was into – his mother fondly watching them from afar. They wished everyone good night by ten after brushing their teeths, his younger brother opening the front door just in time, sharing an accomplice gaze with him.

Jimin walked to his bedroom still a little bit lightheaded, not entirely believing that was really happening.

When the door closed, he wrapped his arms around Jungkook's shoulder and kissed his neck, his boyfriend’s skin smelling like washed clothes and soap, Jimin's favorite smell ever – losing only to Jungkook's own, of course. The younger closed his arms around Jimin's waist and slightly lifted him up, burying his face on his warm neck. They were sharing the same feeling in their chests, so in sync he couldn’t think of anything ever feeling better.

“Ready to be the small spoon?” Jimin whispered on his ear just for the pleasure to tease.

“Said the embodiment of small. There's no way this is gonna happen, hyung.” Jungkook smiled. “You're always going to be my small spoon, you can’t fight it.”

Jimin lowered his eyes fighting a smile, feeling the blush spreading through his cheeks and the butterflies warming his stomach in such a cozy way. “Shut up...” he murmured against Jungkook’s shoulder and left a little gasp of surprise when he felt his body being lifted up for real this time. Bridal style. “What are you doing?!”

Jungkook just giggled while taking him to the bed, so Jimin had to pretend he was hating it.
He delicately placed Jimin in the center of the mattress, his tiny figure even smaller in those oversized white clothes and his still wet hair falling on the pillow under him. Jungkook loved Jimin's natural black hair the best.

They held eye contact until Jimin's rosy cheeks were burning red. “Stop looking at me like that...” he shifted his gaze away, lips pouting slightly.

Jungkook laid down next to him, a stupid smile never leaving his features. “I can’t help it, it's your fault.” He snuggled up beneath the blankets, and pulled Jimin closer, an arm around his waist and another under his neck. “Who allowed you to be so cute like this?”

He watched as Jimin's tiny fingers closed around his tshirt, face so red Jungkook could melt, skin smelling soap and contrasting with his black hair, lips so full and red they bloomed prettier than the prettiest flower.

Everything about Park Jimin was breathtakingly stunning. How did Jeon Jungkook from all people get to make him fall in love?

“Stop it already.” Jimin mumbled in a tiny voice, leaning closer to kiss Jungkook’s chin. “Stop making me embarrassed.”

Jungkook smiled, eyes falling closed as sleepiness started sticking to his skin clearly. “But that's how you look most beautiful.” Jungkook’s fingers slided beneath Jimin's tshirt, so he could sweetly run his thumb over his hipbone. “Bonus points if you're smiling.”

Jimin giggled, Jungkook's eyes unconsciously opening to be overwhelmed by the sight. “You're really so cheesy.”

Jungkook scooted closer – a hint of a smile hidden in the corner of his mouth – and kissed Jimin. Slowly and sweetly, fitting their lips together for a moment and then tasting the toothpaste from each other's mouth. Jimin was the one to pull apart, breaking the kiss after placing a long peck on Jungkook’s lips. He snuggled beneath the younger’s chin, breathing the scent from his neck, and he knew – there was no place in the world that could make him feel safer. Happier.

He sighed, blissful warmness on his chest.

“Jungkookie?”

“Yeah?”

“Goodnight.”

Jungkook smiled, pressing Jimin closer, their bodies comfortable under the sheets.

“Goodnight, hyung.”