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It was Christmas eve and Jimin was freezing.
He and Jungkook came home to their tiny apartment after doing some last-minute Christmas shopping. Shaking off what they carried in from the six inches of snow on the ground outside. They soon noticed that the apartment practically felt like an ice box.
Dropping his bags in the kitchen to his right, Jimin shivered checking the thermostat. It read twenty degrees Celsius, so it should have been fairly warm in their tiny living space, but as he pushed at the arrow buttons making sure they actually worked, Jungkook disappeared into the furnace room. It was behind a tiny door in their kitchen that also housed their in-unit washer and dryer.
Jimin verified he could change the temperature with the buttons but noticed it did nothing in actually changing the temperature in the house. He turned toward Jungkook’s general direction rubbing his hands together against the chill.
“Anything Kook?!”
Jungkook came out of the furnace room shaking his head. “It looks like the blower motors are shot. We’ll have to call someone to fix it.”
Jimin nodded as Jungkook pulled out his phone probably googling numbers, and Jimin walked into the furnace room behind him trying everything to kick start the motor. When it wouldn’t work Jimin decided to try and start putting away the gifts in his room to be wrapped later.
Jungkook called all the HVAC companies in the area within a matter of minutes because everyone was closed for the holiday.
“Okay, that was the last one...” He sighed, setting his phone down on the small brown coffee table, it was a purchase they’d made from a garage sale for thirty bucks with the cotton grey couch he was already sitting on.
“Well?” Jimin murmured as he sat on the couch next to him. He was still wrapped in his thick navy blue bubble coat trying to stay warm. Jungkook was snug in a long black pea coat that looked to be very warm, his black turtle neck peeking out from underneath. Jimin looked at the list of googled numbers still up on Jungkook’s cell phone on the table, and Jungkook shook his head.
“Automated messaging system. ‘We are sorry to inform you that we will be closed all day on December twenty-fourth and twenty-fifth. If this is an emergency please dial nine-’ blah blah blah, you know how it goes.”
Jimin snickered at Jungkook poor imitation of the woman who voiced the automated messages but nodded in understanding. “It’s okay, we’ll just wait until after the holiday and spend Christmas at Namjoon and Jin Hyung’s house.”
Jungkook sighed heavily, leaning his head back on the couch. “Yeah, I know. I just...really wanted to spend Christmas home with you this year, I guess. Not watching them find every excuse to get under the mistletoe.”
Jimin laughed covering his mouth and slapping at Jungkook’s shoulder. “You’ll still get to spend Christmas with me Kook, and we have to come back home.” Jungkook smiled pushing Jimin in the arm and laughing when he just boomeranged back closer into Jungkook’s space.
“You know what I meant,” Jimin laughed dodging another push.
“Wouldn't you rather be warm?”
“We could always keep each other warm.”
The room was quiet as Jungkook’s cheeks began to redden, processing exactly what he said. Jimin felt his own cheeks burn and dropped his gaze gnawing at his bottom lip. Jungkook soon cleared his throat, hopping from the couch, and throwing a thumb over his shoulder in a general direction down the hall passed the kitchen. “I-um...I’m just gonna go shower and then we can eat, okay?”
Jimin nodded not trusting his voice, and Jungkook took off in the direction of the bathroom. Jimin waited until the door was securely shut before smothering himself with one of the couch pillows letting out a small scream. He suddenly needed a shower too.
After a while it grew dark and they settled in, shedding their heavier coats for layered hoodies and sweats. Jimin prepared dinner while Jungkook watched TV wrapped like a burrito in blankets on the couch. They ate with the oven open to grasp what little heat they could, straying back to relaxed conversation.
“So... what you get me?” Jungkook grinned slyly but Jimin shook his head smiling so bright his eyes formed crescent moons.
“I'm not telling you that, you have to wait until tomorrow.” Jungkook nodded swallowing a bite of Kimchi.
“So I shouldn’t tell you what I got you either right?” Jungkook said playfully and Jimin went wide eye and curious just like Jungkook knew he would. It was so cute Jungkook wanted to kiss him. Another bite of kimchi went down wrong after the thought and Jungkook was soon choking at the table with Jimin now patting his back with eyes full of concern.
“Are you okay Kookie?” Jungkook couldn’t answer as he gulped down his glass of water but Jimin waited patiently anyway.
“I’m okay,” He rasped. “Wrong pipe.” Jimin nodded chuckling now and stood to clear the table. He placed the dishes in the sink about to begin washing and cleaning up for the night but Jungkook ushered him out of the way. “I’ll do this. You already cooked. Go take your shower.”
“Are you saying I stink Jungkook?”
“If the boot fits Jiminie,” Jungkook laughed out loud and Jimin felt so good just seeing him smile. He loved their dynamic, and their ability to laugh and joke with one another. By the time Jimin had finished with his shower he was shivering. The water had been very hot but without the furnace system the house was still freezing. Speeding to his room in his towel left him feeling like a block of ice and he ended up rushing to get dressed.
When he finished, he poked his head out of his bedroom door looking for Jungkook. He found him back on the couch burrito’d up, barely watching the TV while scrolling through his phone. So Jimin snuck back inside to wrap up the last of his Christmas gifts.
He placed the leather pouch in an unmarked white box carefully. He had saved so long for it. Jungkook loved tiny bags and pouches. He always found different things to place inside and Jimin had wanted to give him something he would use daily, something that would remind him of Jimin. Having Jungkook’s name embossed on the lower right hand corner of the flap on the brown leather had been worth every penny extra, and the maker had even managed to lace the lettering in sunshine yellow like Jimin had asked. It was so fitting, and Jimin couldn’t wait for Jungkook to see it. After placing the lid on the box and wrapping it, Jungkook walked in with two large comforters. As if Jimin just thinking about him had pulled him into the room.
“Kook, one of these could have been yours.” Jimin teased. “What if you had saw it?”
Jungkook chuckled setting the extra blankets on Jimin’s bed. “Sorry ‘Minie, I’d forgotten you were going to be wrapping gifts in here.” Jimin eyed the blankets at the end of the bed with a soft smile and Jungkook pushed at them with a soft palm. “I was heading to bed and figured you’d need these. I have one for myself but you’ve always hated the cold more than me.”
Jimin felt a chill down his spine remembering the fridget air after getting out of the shower. “Thanks Kook.” Jungkook nodded and turned to head to his own room.
“Sure thing, Good night!” Jimin shouted the sentiment back as Jungkook shut his bedroom door behind him.
They had been living together since freshman year in college, being roomed together randomly and then having their friendship bud. They met each others friends and actually managed to form a tight knit group of seven, but Jungkook and Jimin were practically joined at the hip. After finishing their degree’s, neither were leaving Seoul for work so they decided it was better to share an apartment while paying off their debt in student loans. Jungkook had come to learn a lot about Jimin during that time, including his strong aversion to the cold, and Jimin had learned a lot about Jungkook; to include the fact that somewhere along the line--Jimin wasn’t quite sure when, but he had managed to develop a huge crush on Jungkook. Maybe it had been that way from the very beginning, Jungkook had always been so sweet, funny, and bright. The kind of light and energy that drew Jimin and made him want to bask in it. Even now, as it was freezing, Jimin felt warm just thinking about Jungkook a room away.
He sighed pushing the thoughts aside as he set the newly wrapped gift beside his bed, shut off the light, and pulled at the comforters Jungkook bought in to lay down. Jimin had always been a night owl. Laying down did very little in making him tired so he spent a few hours scrolling through his phone, but soon couldn’t see straight because he was shivering far too much to hold it.
Sighing heavily again he locked it making the screen go black, and tried to bury himself underneath the blankets to get warm. A few minutes went by and Jimin was still shivering as he stared at his ceiling, still completely unable to fall asleep. He could practically here the comical styles of a faucet dripping and pictured the annoying tick of a clock within his mind before he tried turning to his side and shutting his eyes. He pulled the blankets Jungkook had bought him, up to his chin.
“We could always keep each other warm.”
Jungkook’s words echoed in his mind and Jimin knew that Jungkook hadn't meant them that way but he couldn’t help it. He wanted Jungkook to mean it that way. Jimin shook his head trying to expel the thoughts. It had been years and Jungkook still treated him like nothing more than a friend. Never seeing him for the man he was and Jimin didn’t have the heart to put himself out there. He didn’t want to make his feelings obvious because he’d be devastated if he got rejected.
Instead he did the little things like cooking Breakfast before Jungkook went to work and Dinner when he got home. He planned movie nights together on Jungkook’s days off and helped with cleaning as much as possible. He took care of Jungkook when he was sick and bought him gifts whenever something just reminded Jimin of Him. Jimin was incorrigible, wanting Jungkook to see everything he did for him, for what it truly was, but terrified if Jungkook did.
A cold blast of wind shook at the glass on Jimin’s bedroom window, pushing him from his thoughts and causing him to shiver once again. Seoul was cold tonight making Jimin’s apartment even colder than it already was; but Jimin figured that the storm would only get worse before it got better. Which meant more shivering and probably blue toes. Before he could second guess himself Jimin grabbed just one of the comforters Jungkook had bought to him and tipped from bed in his socks. He crossed the hall pushing Jungkook’s door open carefully as not to wake him if he was already asleep.
“Kookie?” Eyes adjusting to the dark, Jimin watched Jungkook’s face for any sign of alertness and found none. Just his relaxed expression and the slow rise and fall of his chest as he slept peacefully under his own two blankets. He didn’t think Jungkook would mind, and Jimin truly was very cold. Taking the comforter, he walked around to the opposite side of Jungkook’s bed and laid it out on top, then carefully sliding underneath all the layers, he slid softly onto the sheets as not to wake him. When Jimin was relaxed on his side facing away form Jungkook, he gave a murmur and Jimin froze. He waited for him to relax again and Jimin shut his eyes trying to fall asleep.
The wind continued to blow and Jungkook’s bed was a bit warmer than Jimin’s with three comforters and Jungkook himself, but Jimin still felt a chill. He scooted back a little closer to Jungkook, trying to catch some body heat but ended up bumping him accidentally. Jungkook grumbled again and Jimin felt the bed shift behind him.
“Jimin?” Jungkook’s voice was gravelly and deep because of sleep and Jimin felt himself shiver for other reasons than the cold.
“Sorry Kook, I’m really cold.”
Jungkook relaxed back in the bed. “It’s okay, just go back to sleep.”
Jimin did bother correcting him. Telling Jungkook, he hadn't even been to sleep in the first place. He just relaxed closer, reaching behind him to pat Jungkook softly in thanks. He’d expected the touch of soft cotton from a t-shirt against his palm, but instead Jimin’s hand ended up laid against the heat of bare skin. From the slow rise and fall Jimin could only assume it was Jungkook’s stomach he was touching and quickly pulled away at Jungkook’s languid grunt. Jimin was still stiff as a board as he pulled in closer to himself the thought of Jungkook’s bare skin now tainting his mind.
“’Min? You okay?”
Jimin bit his lip nodding before realizing it was dark and Jungkook probably couldn’t see him. “Mhmm. M'fine.”
He was completely not fine. There was a knot in his stomach thinking of what lay behind him and Jimin began to fidget trying to shake away the feeling of oncoming hardness. He flopped to his back and back to his side unable to get comfortable. He flopped over onto his side facing Jungkook and if Jimin had thought he’d been unable to sleep in his own bed because of the cold, now being right next to a shirtless Jungkook, things were entirely to warm and unbearable. Jimin was noticeably tense and when Jungkook sighed loudly Jimin winced.
“Sorry Kook, I’m just— I can't get comfortable.”
Jungkook didn’t say anything, just rolled over to face Jimin, eyes still closed, unknowingly making Jimin’s heart stop. They were so close. Nose to nose now and Jungkook threw an arm over Jimin’s middle pulling him closer just to make matters worse. Jimin silently prayed to whomever, hoping Jungkook couldn’t hear his heart trying to escape his chest.
“Uhh Kook— “
“Shh Jiminie, go to sleep.”
Jimin swallowed hard but shut his eyes trying to do as he was told. He was warm now, incredibly warm with Jungkook being so close, so he still couldn’t relax, body held stiff.
Jungkook seemed to notice as well, his hold on Jimin tightening as he pulled him closer causing Jimin’s shirt to rise a little off of his hip and lower back. The pad of Jungkook’s fingers grazed the skin and Jimin’s arched responsively pushing his chest right up against Jungkook’s.
Jimin’s eye were wide open now at the intimacy if the touches but Jungkook just seemed to lazily flutter his lids looking back at him. Jimin had no idea if Jungkook was doing this consciously.
“Kook,” he whispered, although no one else was in the house Jimin felt wrong speaking at a normal volume. “Kook, a-are you awake?”
It took a moment and Jimin almost believed Jungkook was very much still asleep, but the grip on his hip tightened and the fingers that once grazed the skin on his lower back now held fast and Jimin swallowed hard.
“Yes,”
“Oh...” Jimin had no idea what else to say so he nodded causing their noses to rub together. Jungkook made a noise in the back of his throat that Jimin was positive he wanted to hear again, and tried to steady his breathing.
“Jimin...“ Jungkook whispered and that was the tipping point as Jimin thoughtlessly closed the small gap between them, pressing a soft kiss to Jungkook’s lips. There was a shocked pause between the two but Jungkook soon relented and applied pressure into the kiss, Jimin gasped, and Jungkook using Jimin’s surprise to his advantage, slipped his tongue inside, licking softly. Jimin shuttered feeling far too warm in the freezing house. Kissing Jungkook felt like standing to close to the sun, it was bright, and hot, and Jungkook tasted like warm vanilla and honey. It made Jimin scoot closer trying to close all the small spaces between them until they were flush. He placed his hands on Jungkook’s cheeks trying to keep him close and wrapped a thick thigh over his hip.
The kiss was slow and unhurried as they explored one another Jungkook’s fingers still coasting the expanse of Jimin’s skin on his back before traveling over his hip and stroking at his smooth thigh.
It was when he pulled Jimin’s bottom lip between his teeth sucking softly that Jimin whined unable to stop the instinctive rock of his hips. His half hard cock brushing tantalizingly against Jungkook’s own. Jungkook was hard. Jimin had made Jungkook hard, a new sense of pride flowed within him as they both pull away moaning breathlessly.
“Shit...”
“Kook, I need—can we— “ Jimin had no idea what he was trying to say. His head was foggy as Jungkook added more pressure, pulsing his own hips, their clothed cocks brushing together again.
“Yes…” that’s all Jungkook breathed before reattaching their lips and Jimin moaned loudly, thankful he understood; although Jimin didn’t understand himself. When did Jungkook start being attracted to him? He had no time to dwell on the thoughts as Jungkook’s hand pushed up the front of Jimin’s shirt swiping a thumb over his pebbling nipple, and Jimin went putty in his hands. He was a mess of soft whines and languid thrust against Jungkook for any kind of friction he can find. It was too hot. Jimin needed his clothes off and wanted the sweats Jungkook was wearing gone too. He moved slowly feeling at Jungkook’s chest and the ridges of his defined stomach until he got to Jungkook’s waistband. He tugged trying to quickly get the sweats off not wanting to leave Jungkook’s lips. There was one more tug and Jimin nipped at Jungkook’s bottom lip, frustrated he was unmoving and Jungkook flipped them.
Jimin’s cock throbbed at being manhandled. He was now on his back and Jungkook slipped between his thighs hovering where Jimin needed him most but not touching. Not close enough.
“Kook...” Jimin bucked his hips but Jungkook moved away, Jimin’s leaking, swollen member swiping across his thigh.
“Shhhhh.” Jungkook buried his face in Jimin’s neck leaving a trail of kisses as his hand moved from underneath Jimin’s shirt cupping his length without warning. Jimin’s back bowed and Jungkook groaned thumbing over the wet spot on Jimin’s briefs his leaking tip just underneath.
“You’re so responsive...and wet. Is that for me,‘minie? Are you wet for me?” Jungkook wrapped Jimin loosely in his fist giving him a few lazy strokes and Jimin shook under him gasping, rocking his hips for more. There’s was a line of fire in Jimin’s stomach swelling and burning fast. He felt like he was going to explode if Jungkook didn’t touch him properly.
“Jungkook--”
“I asked you a question Jiminie,”
Jimin whined at the authority in Jungkook’s voice. He had never seen this side. It had his thighs shaking and his spine tingling. Jungkook released his cock and Jimin whined.
“I--Yes. For you, It's for you...just please.” Jungkook’s tongue swiped at the base of Jimin’s neck where it met his shoulder before sucking at the skin. Jimin moaned, his head falling back trying to open himself up, inviting Jungkook in.
“You sound so pretty. I always knew you would sound so pretty.”
Jimin made a show of whines at Jungkook’s words, flourishing under his praise. Jungkook trailed soft kisses up Jimin's neck to his jaw, and cheek, grazing the corner of his mouth but pulling away when Jimin turned to capture his lips.
“So impatient baby...”
The affectionate name left Jimin’s heart fluttering madly, and he hoped beyond all things that Jungkook would still feel the same when the moment was over. Jungkook finally kissed him again and the combination of roughness was a starling contrast to how softly he began stroking Jimin’s cock again. It was subtle and teasing and when Jimin would lift his hips chasing more, needing more, Jungkook would pull away. Jimin was going insane, he pulled away from Jungkook’s lips breathless at the torture, his nails already in Jungkook’s back.
“Jungkook...Kookie, please...I-I need--”
“You're such a good boy Jiminie, I knows what you need baby, I just wanted to feel you first, just wanna touch.” Jimin preened under the compliment wanting to be good. Needing to be good for his Jungkook. The soft words had Jimin slipping so much he barely even noticed Jungkook pulling his shirt over his head until the skin of their chest met and the heat was palpable in the otherwise cold room. They were still beneath the multitude of comforters on the bed but they were less than necessary. Jungkook slipped his hand inside Jimin’s briefs this time, teasingly circling his hip bone right before lower his mouth to Jimin’s nipple and circling his tongue in time with his fingers. Jimin didn’t think he could take much more teasing and Jungkook was barely even touching him.
“Kook, I've been good.”
Jungkook chuckled and continued circling until Jimin whined lifting his hips brushing their still clothed cocks together. “Please, Kook. You said--You said I’ve been good.”
“You have baby, is this not enough?” with Jungkook’s warm mouth gone Jimin’s nipple hardened tightly in the fidget air. Jungkook tugged at Jimin’s it with his teeth and Jimin’s fingers tugged at his hair. Jimin’s briefs were so wet they were uncomfortable now. He had no idea how Jungkook was so composed. When Jungkook started pulling his briefs down Jimin shuttered, his breath coming out fast and ragged. His cock popped against his stomach with a wet smack and Jimin heard Jungkook groan.
“Beautiful, your cock is so pretty. Damn.” He kissed at the center of Jimin’s chest, slowly moving lower kissing at the same hip bone he had been tracing and then the inside of Jimin’s thighs. He was everywhere but where Jimin needed him most and Jimin tugged at Jungkook hair trying to pull him where he needed. There was a sharp sting as Jungkook nipped at his thigh before laving the sting softly with his tongue. “Behave.”
Jimin’s toes curled at the command and Jungkook finally laid a tender kiss on the tip of his cock.
“Shit. Thank you. Thank you thank you thank you.” Jimin breathed, and he could feel the heat from Jungkook’s chuckle.
“My pretty baby, you're so polite.” He licked kittenishly at Jimin then and Jimin’s thighs began to shake. “You're doing go good baby, I think you deserve a reward, hmm?”
Jimin didn’t even get the chance to respond as Jungkook swallowed him down. His mouth was hotter than hell fire and dream found himself fighting not to cum already.
“I--ah---Kookie...”
Jimin felt as Jungkook stroked at the veins on the underside of his cock with his tongue and Jimin did his best not to rock his hips choosing to pull at Jungkook’s hair again instead. Jimin wondered if this was what heaven felt like. Sweet, incomparable bliss as Jungkook relaxed his jaw and hollowed his cheeks, bobbing lower on Jimin with a strong suction until Jimin’s tip hit the back of his throat. It was messy and wet. Jungkook’s spit dribbling down his balls.
“Kookie...ahh, Im gonna--”
Jungkook released him with a slick pop and Jimin wanted to scream. “You can baby,” Jungkook was breathless still giving Jimin’s tip kisses. “You can cum...but only if you can again.” Jimin shuttered just thinking about it. No one had ever given him multiple orgasms before. Could he even do it? He'd been touched after cumming once, and being over sensitized had hurt but in a good way.
“Can you do that Jimin-ah? Do you think you can be a good boy and cum again.”
Jimin nodded. “I can—I can be good.”
Jungkook places a soft kiss on his thigh. “You’re so perfect, so good.” he swallowed Jimin again and Jimin was embarrassed it took a little less than three good sucks for him to cum so hard he was seeing stars. Jungkook wasted no time taking all Jimin could give He barely got a breath as Jungkook shed his sweatpants while reaching into the bedside table pulling out lube and a condom. Jimin watched his hard cock bob and felt his stomach tighten again already. Was this even real? Was he really naked in Jungkook’s bed seconds away from having him inside him? just the thought had Jimin impatient and wanting. Maybe, he could come again. He tugged at Jungkook’s hips trying to pull him in for kisses and it worked but Jungkook soon took his hand. He spread the lube—ice cold due to the room's temperature, on Jimin’s fingers.
“Open up for me. I want to see.” Jungkook scooted back between Jimin’s parted thighs and Jimin did his very best to put on a show. He lifted his knees back toward his chest so Jungkook had a direct line of sight to Jimin’s hole. Jimin rubbed his fingers together trying to warm the cold lube before reaching between his legs and circling his hole teasingly. Jimin watched Jungkook, as he watched him, surprisingly turned on by the voyeurism and applied a little more pressure so he just barely dipped inside. He felt his hole clench and relaxed still teasing at himself.
“You’re doing so good baby,” Jimin bit his lower lip wanting to prove he could do better he slid his finger inside up to the first knuckle. “That's it...” Jungkook coached and Jimin kept going. He wished he had more lube because he loved it wet but he continued Jungkook watching enough to set a fire in his belly and make him bold. Feeling the drag of his first finger over his sensitive walls Jimin was half hard again and added another finger.
“Look at me.” he heard the click of a cap and hadn't even realized he’d shut his eyes until Jungkook called him on it. Jimin opened his eyes and saw that Jungkook now had himself fisted as he watched Jimin, stroking slow and slick and Jimin whined deep in his throat. He was three fingers deep when Jungkook slow crawled towards him.
Jimin was still ridiculously sensitive and when he shifted a little deeper he rubbed right over his prostate making him squirm.
“I—oh—“
“Does is it feel good baby?”
“H-hurts…”
Jungkook leaned down kissing at his chest and neck. “Hurts baby?” Jimin nodded. “Hurts good though, right?” Jimin nodded again.
“H-hurts good, Kook. Hurts so good.”
Jungkook nodded and tapped at Jimin’s fingers to get him to take them out. Jimin did with a whine his empty hole clenching nothing. He didn’t wait too long as Jungkook’s tip soon rested against his slick flesh. Jungkook kisses him more as he slowly slid inside and Jimin cried out feeling as if he was being stretched too thin.
He was more sensitive than he thought, the drag of Jungkook’s cock against his walls being so much more intense. Tears welled in Jimin’s eyes as Jungkook placed his hands under Jimin’s knees Holding him open and watching as he pushed inside. Jimin grabbed at the sheets with tight fist, wanting to get away and wanting so much more at the same time.
“Kook, I can’t…it’s too much.”
“You can baby, you’re such a good boy already taking everything Hyung gives you, so good, so so good.”
We Jungkook bottoms out Jimin feels completely torn in half wanting him closer and needing a reprieve but it hurts too good. Jungkook starts with a soft shallow rhythm barely moving his hips and Jimin groans pulling him closer, once again chest to chest sharing the same breath. Jungkook kisses him softly matching his pace and Jimin melts getting all warmed up again as the intensity of another orgasm builds.
“You feel so good. I never thought we—but we are, and you feel better than I thought—ah—“
Jungkook’s hips move faster and Jimin gets delirious under the constant pang of pleasure. The sound of the their skin coming together and the wet noises the lube offers between. Jimin can’t believe it but he’s about to cum again.
“Kook—I’m going to—“ Jungkook groans burying his face in Jimin’s neck sucking at his skin. Jimin is sure there will be a deep purple bruise there tomorrow and doesn’t mind at all.
“So greedy baby, I already let you cum once, and now you want to again before I even get the chance to.”
Jungkook slams into Jimin harder, knocking the wind out of him and Jimin shakes his head.
“No?”
“No, I w—want…ah—I want you to cum. Wanna feel you.”
They both know Jungkook is wearing a condom but just the though of eventually having him empty himself within Jimin was exhilarating. Jungkook hummed noncommittally angling himself slightly so that he was now hitting Jimin’s prostate dead on with every thrust. Jimin’s back bowed and his nails dug into Jungkook’s back once again.
“There. Oh Kook, right there please.”
It take a few more thrust and Jimin is breathless as he comes harder than the last time.
“Fuck…s’tight.” Jungkook helps him ride it out but Jimin is still cumming hot and wet, cock twitching across his stomach, when Jungkook cums inside the condom with a groan.
It takes a minute for both of them to regulate their breathe Jungkook smothering Jimin with kisses, but when he moved his hips a little Jimin whined. Now he really was sensitive, and raw. Jungkook pulled out as softly, pulling off and tying the condom, before tossing it on the side of the bed as he rolled to his back beside Jimin. The sweat cooling on his body in the cold room.
Jimin moves to his side facing him not knowing if it was still okay to touch. He glanced at the alarm clock Jungkook had on his bedside.
“Merry Christmas Kookie,”
Jungkook glanced at the clock as well, it was a few minutes pass midnight. He grinned, turning and pulling Jimin closer. They were back to the position in how it all started. Nose to nose, sharing the same breath, flushed together but naked as can be. Jungkook moved first this time. His kiss tender and soft against Jimin’s lips.
“Merry Christmas Jimin,”
Jimin smiled not needing Jungkook to spell it out, they were both going to be okay.