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Watching isn’t touching.
That might possibly be the worst thing he’s ever said.
Jimin undresses right in front of him, throws his clothes on the floor piece by piece. He’s seen Jimin shirtless a few times before around the house, loves his pretty, dark brown nipples and his lithe but toned frame, but, this is the first time he finds himself looking at him completely naked.
He holds onto the doorframe, the decency to look away nowhere to be found; Jimin’s deep v-line carves into his hips and leads to that soft cock, shaven, pretty, resting against his balls.
That dick was just inside the fleshlight he fucked all day..
Jimin doesn’t seem ashamed in the slightest, walks around the room, grabs his toothbrush, leisurely puts toothpaste on it.
Jeongguk gasps as soon as he gets a back view. Though he’s made a mental note of it before, that Jimin has a great ass for a guy— seeing them now..
They’re so round, so bouncy when he walks around, soft looking, and the arch from his back to his cheeks is even more insane without oversized shirts hiding it.
How could he have been hiding all that for so long?
His mouth waters by the time Jimin steps into the shower. If he didn’t just come on Jimin’s door he might have gotten hard at the sight of water running down Jimin’s frame.
God, what a pretty guy.
What a beautiful, irresistible guy.
His black hair slick back like that looks so different, so hot, as if an entire different alter ego has taken over his body. Especially when those siren eyes catch him staring, his wet eyelashes, everything about him looks like pure seduction.
The small smirk that curls on his lips is even worse— how could he even begin to resist?
“Did you rub yourself all over my bed?”
Jimin asks then, grabs one of the bottles, squirts some liquid in his hand and just washes his body, pretty soap bubbles sliding down his frame.
Jeongguk swallows. Heat rushes up to his face once the question makes sense. He can’t possibly answer that, just looks down at the floor.
“I could see a lot of wet spots..”Jimin doesn’t have any shame whatsoever, talks about cumstains as if it’s the news. “If you want, we can sleep in each other’s bed, see whoever can make the other’s dirtier.”
God.. fuck.
He bites his lip, looks up just a bit, watches those small hands rub over that pretty cock, cleaning everything thoroughly.
“Or do you want to pick toys for each other tonight?”
Jimin continues, turns around, the curve of his ass looks even better with soap bubbles sliding down, so inviting.
If only he didn’t set a no touching rule.
“Mm..” he hums softly. “Toys.”
Caveman makes a comeback.
He clears his throat, lifts his chin up and looks at Jimin, his back and arm muscles so defined as he washes his hair.
“Yeah? Have one in mind for me?”
So fucking many. But that ass looks so good he can only think about all the assplay things Jimin’s got in his drawer.
“Just— the— the vibrator.”
“Mmh, that’s a good one.” Jimin nods, turns around when he’s done with his hair. “Anything else?”
His front is so pretty, just a picture perfect Greek statue, the son of Aphrodite in the flesh. How is Jimin this beautiful?
“I don’t know.. what does a cockring do?”
He’s seen them in there, but he’s not really all too sure what they’re for. All he knows is that it’d look pretty around Jimin’s dick.
Jimin chuckles softly, brushes his wet hair back with one hand, eyes so intense.
“they make you stay hard for longer, delays orgasms as well, feels good when they vibrate.”
Oh..
So.. if Jimin uses a vibrator and a cockring at the same time.. he’d be trying desperately to come on that vibrator, while the cockring makes it more difficult..
His mouth waters. And usually he’s more of a pleasure overload type of guy but.. seeing Jimin struggle would be kind of hot.
“Yeah.” He breathes out, nods. “Yeah, use those two.”
“Mmh.” Jimin smirks, turns off the water. “I take it you want me to leave the door open.”
He doesn’t say a thing, bewitched by how Jimin step out of the cabin with those elegant legs, the droplets of water caressing the curve of his calve. He’s never been jealous of water.
Never been jealous of towels either, but the way it hugs Jimin’s ass when he wraps it around his hips is just..
“Come.”
Jimin beckons him with his index and middle finger, walks right out of the bathroom. The scent of honey shampoo follows him, and Jeongguk shamelessly breathes it in as he trails along.
A familiar sight greets him, Jimin’s toy drawer opening like a treasure chest. The new addition is right there in the middle. That see-through, double-ended sleeve that he fucked not even a few hours ago.
Oh to be able to fuck that with Jimin.
“Mm.. for you..” Jimin runs his fingers over his toys, stops at the automatic masturbator. “this one..”
“Mmh.”
Jeongguk hums, sucks his lower lip into his mouth, can barely keep his eyes off that sleeve.
“And this one.”
Jimin holds up a small, black, silicone.. buttplug.
that’s definitely a buttplug.
“That’s..” He follows the way Jimin’s fingers rub over the silicone, tracing the outline of it, so graceful. “I’ve never uh.. done.. ass stuff.”
It takes a lot to tear his eyes off, but Jimin’s gaze isn’t a hair safer, half-lidded and up to no good.
“This one is small.” Jimin holds it up between his index and thumb. “It’s to get used to the feeling.”
“The.. feeling?”
“Of your rim stretching, something pushing inside.”
Ah..
He blinks a few times, eyes the buttplug up and down. Jimin plants it into his hand.
The silicone is so soft, and it is small enough to fit in his palm, doesn’t look as intimidating as the vibrator Jimin picks from the drawer for himself.
However..
He looks up.
“Why would I.. need to get used to the feeling?”
Jimin blinks back at him, and a small, almost undetectable smile pulls on his lips before he turns back to the drawer, grabs one of his cockrings.
“Just use it tonight, let me know how it feels tomorrow.”
Jimin walks to his bed, puts the toys on his pillow, as if they’re plushies, tucking them in for later.
Something is wrong with that guy.
He casts his gaze upon Jimin’s drawer once more, goes to grab the masturbator Jimin chose for him, but that double-ended sleeve..
The squishy, soft silicone, the ridges on them, see-through.
Jimin’s presence creeps up behind him, sends a pleasant shiver through his body.
“What are you looking at?”
So breathy, it fans against his neck, hot and dangerous.
He swallows, holds onto the edge of the drawer just in case.
“Nothing— nothing.. just in awe with your collection, as always.”
“Mmh..” Jimin moves next to him, slides his finger over that double-ended sleeve. “Been wanting this one.”
Shit.
“Yeah?”
His voice shakes just a little. Jimin is standing a hair too close, Jeongguk can see the water dripping from the ends of his hair, rolling down his face, over that sharp jawline.
“Mmh, can’t wait to use it.”
God.. fuck.
Those slanted eyes dart to him, and electricity courses through his body. He almost says: me either but swallows it the last second.
If he’d just broken up this morning, they could have tested it out together now; just to see if their dicks would meet in the middle, if the heads would kiss..
“The opening is very tight too.” Jimin muses, pushing his index and middle finger into one end. “but you already know, hm?”
Heat rushes up to his cheeks, can’t believe he fucked it on the couch earlier, what the fuck was he on?
Though, now that he looks at it, at Jimin’s fingers through the clear material, his mind clouds all over again. Something about the way Jimin moves, it’s just like the way he speaks, just like the way he eyes him up and down, a tad unhinged. Almost undetectable but if you stare long enough you get goosebumps.
He clutches the masturbator and buttplug tightly in his hand, tears his eyes off Jimin’s fingers. From his peripheral something moves. The towel wrapped around Jimin’s hips, it’s slowly moving until a clear tent is showing—
Oh fuck.
Jimin is just—
He’s just getting hard right next to him. Playing with that sleeve.
He’s never been with a guy, never really thought about it before, how visible arousal is on them. With girls he always just hopes he’s doing the right thing but with Jimin— he can see him get hard.
Jimin tips his head down, brushes his hand over himself through the towel, a soft, satisfied sigh escapes his lips.
Oh— he’s just.. gonna touch himself, then
He should get the fuck out.
“I’ll— I’ll try the.. buttplug.” He says, can’t take his eyes off Jimin’s palm rubbing against the towel along the length of his cock. “Let you know tomorrow.. what it felt like.”
“Mmh.”
Jimin nods, head still hanging, but his eyes move to him slowly, slowly drag down to his lips.
He needs to get out of there. Now.
“Yeah— okay.”
His voice barely comes out as he walks backwards towards the door, and quickly makes his way to his own room.
Once in there he curses under his breath, leans his head back against the wall, heart in his throat.
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Knowing your roommate is getting off in the room next to you sure doesn’t help staying level-headed.
His thesis is not coming along at all, the steady creaking of Jimin’s bed doesn’t allow him to think.
he did say: watching isn’t touching. In theory, he could just go over, open Jimin’s door and watch him ride that vibrator he picked. But the thing is, he might end up breaking that rule.
And he has somewhat of a conscience. Siyeon sending him an apology for being snappy this morning with little hearts does make it harder to just ignore.
But.. god. The sounds from the other end of the wall; pleased, soft moans mixed with the occasional needy cursing, like he’s getting close but not reaching his high.
Tingles run through his body, and fuck his thesis, it can wait.
He strips fast, gets comfortable on his bed with the toys Jimin picked for him, grabs the lube out of his nightstand.
No matter how many times he’s done this now, there’s no better feeling than slipping his cock inside that soft silicone. Just the right amount of lube, that warming function makes it feel so real, so perfect.
he’s a little spoiled though, cause it doesn’t feel as good as a toy Jimin has already used and fucked right before him. The feeling of Jimin’s cum inside the toys is what really gets to him— fucking it in deeper, listening to the squelching.
He doesn’t have any of that right now, just the sounds from the other room, and the automatic sucking sensation around his cock.
The buttplug lies there, right next to his pillow, staring at him. Even though it’s small, his throat clenches as he eyes over it.
The automatic masturbator is made to derive pleasure out of him, but that buttplug.. is just to stretch his rim. It doesn’t seem pleasurable. However, just the idea of Jimin asking him what it was like tomorrow, with that hazy look in his eyes, makes it worth to give it a try.
Honestly, the thing fits in his palm, it is quite small. Jimin is riding a vibrator more than 4 times this size, he can’t look him in the eyes if he doesn’t even try.
So he coats the small plug in enough lube to drown it, until it dribbles down his fingers onto the bed.
Here goes nothing.
He presses the button on the masturbator to slow down the pace— a nice, languid up and down. Then he rolls onto his side, brings his arm back around, and brings the plug between his cheeks.
The cold lube makes him shiver. He bites his lip as he pushes it deeper, until the blunt tip meets his rim.
“Mm—“
It’s weird.
A little cold, slippery, while on the other side his dick is pressed snugly into that nice, warm masturbator.
Somehow, that contrast sends a hot shiver down his spine. Or maybe it’s the thrill of trying out something new. The small, mysterious smile on Jimin’s lips when he asked why he should try it out, as if somehow he knew he would like it.
He sucks in a sharp breath, puts pressure on the plug, fully expects it to hurt. There’s a bit of a stretch, but then it pops past the ring of muscle in less than a second.
“Ah— fuck.”
It’s.. in?
It’s in already.
He blinks a few times, stares at the wall. It’s not uncomfortable, it doesn’t hurt either, it just feels.. full.
Huh..
It’s not bad actually, though it’s not really all that pleasurable either. For how many ass play toys there are, he kind of thought it would feel better. Maybe it’s just not for him. He’s more of a top anyway.
Just in case, he leaves it in, it can’t hurt anyway.
He tips his head down, looks at the masturbator working its magic, whirring steadily as it sucks around his cock. Now that is an invention.
He turns up the pace, enables the vibrate function as well, fucking loves how overwhelming it is. Even better with the knowledge that Jimin fucked it a few days ago, got his cum everywhere.
“Mmh..” he nuzzles into his still dirty pillow, breathes in that musky scent Jimin left on it when he came on it. “Fuck.”
He clenches around the plug then— sort of accidentally, and jolts.
“Oh—“
He holds onto the masturbator tightly, pants softly.
That.. was kind of..
He bites his lower lip, clenches around the plug again, the subtle pressure of it inside of him, that full feeling.. it’s definitely.. different.
Not bad.
He keeps doing it, clenches around the plug as he fucks the masturbator. A new sensation spreads slowly through his body, like a low heat, flames licking up his spine.
At some point it feels like the pressure gets less intense, so he cants his hips a little while he clenches around it, moves back against it, but it’s slippery, maybe a little too much lube..
Or maybe he didn’t push it in properly?
He lets go of the masturbator, brings his hand back around between his cheeks, only the handle of it sticking out.
Heat rushes up to his face as he pushes against it, needs to feel that pressure, that stretch just a little more.
It works for a good minute or so, but as soon as he adjusts to it, it’s not quite enough.
God, fuck, it’s embarrassing.
He buries his face into his pillow as he holds the handle and pulls the plug out slowly— that stretch, that full feeling, exactly what he needs.
He groans, tries to keep the plug right there, halfway in, but it slips out with the lube.
“Fuck.” He frowns, pushes it back in all the way, as deep as he can, then pulls it out again. “Mmh—“
He writhes on the mattress, can’t believe he’s.. fucking himself. Buttplugs aren’t really meant for this purpose, but he keeps doing it regardless, pulling it out and pushing it back in, getting high on the combination of pleasure.
But it’s not enough, it’s not.. big enough.
Fuck, he thought he was straight until just a few weeks ago, and now he’s faced with the fact he likes it up the ass too.
The things Jimin makes him open his eyes to..
He sucks in a sharp breath, carefully pushes his index finger in alongside the plug, just to feel it stretch more.
“Ah, fuck.”
It’s a sensation he can’t quite describe, filling something up while being filled at the same time, something about it is overwhelming in the best way.
He fucks into the masturbator a little faster, forces the plug and his finger in at the same time, until all that echoes through the room is that hot, wet squelch and his ragged breaths.
But the longer he fucks himself the more his body adjusts to it, and that takes away from that full feeling, so he pushes another finger in, clenches around it as he sinks them deep inside.
All the toys Jimin has.. the dildo, the vibrator, the prostate massager— so many things he can still try out..
What if Jimin made them all dirty for him first? What if he used them, sucked on them, spit on them, came all over them just like with the fleshlights..
He groans, buries his face deeper into his pillow and breathes in.
Pushing a dildo covered in Jimin’s cum up his ass—
“Fuck— fuck—“
His eyes roll back, body spasms as he comes inside the masturbator— clenching hard around the small plug and his fingers.
“Aaah—“
He keeps moving, forcing his fingers in and out as he fills up the masturbator with cum.
When he looks down, it dribbles from the opening onto his length, that beautiful, pearly white substance.
And since Jimin isn’t here right now..
He takes out the buttplug gently, and slips out of the masturbator. His cum leaks prettily from the entrance, so he grants himself a taste, licks it off the silicone.
Then he pushes the small plug into the opening, twists it around and pops it back out.
That’s it.
The plug, now covered in his own cum, glistens in the small light of his room. He licks his lips as he brings it back between his cheeks. No one is watching, no one can judge him. He rubs the plug against his rim, whimpers at the warmth of it, covers it all in cum, and then pushes it past the ring of muscle.
“Nngh.. fuck.”
It doesn’t even take long, he gets hard again within a few minutes, but this time he just keeps fucking himself, until the plug isn’t enough anymore. He pulls it out and leaves it on the sheets, presses two fingers inside instead.
No one told him it would be this addicting. To feel full— to fill himself up. He always thought it’d be uncomfortable or painful but it’s quite the opposite. The side of lube and cum makes it so good, he can just lift his hips and sink down on his fingers.
And the stretch, fuck, why does that feel so good?
He pushes another finger in, until he’s three fingers deep inside of himself.
Sweat prickles on his face, and he pants softly as he stares at the wall. The masturbator lies there, forgotten, next to the small buttplug, both staring him in the face as he moves his fingers, fucks himself slow.
Not even half a minute in, three knocks on the door interrupt him.
He quickly pulls the covers over himself, doesn’t even have the chance to say anything before the door opens.
Jimin walks in slowly, those alluring strides, closes the door behind him.
He holds his breath, fingers still buried inside, completely still.
Jimin just saunters closer to his bed, casual, in a loose tank top and sweats— as if he wasn’t making his bed creak on the other side just minutes ago, wasn’t moaning loud enough to hear through the walls.
He seems so composed, just stands next to his bed like that one time, glances down at him. But the more Jeongguk focuses, the more cracks in Jimin’s facade he spots; his cheeks are pink, glowing in the light of his room, his chest is rising and falling a little too intensely, and his eyes— god— they’re all glazed over. No spec of sanity in them.
He can’t find his voice, just stares back at Jimin while heat slowly licks up his face.
Lucky for him, Jimin doesn’t ask him what he’s doing, doesn’t take the blanket off of him, he just looks around the bed until he finds it— grabs the masturbator off the sheets.
He only came just once, but his cum still glistens on the silicone, and apparently that’s exactly what Jimin is looking for because he just face-plants right into it.
“Mmh..”
Jimin’s moan is raspy, throat a little sore perhaps from all the noise he made earlier— whatever it is, it sends a shudder through Jeongguk’s entire body.
It’s the second time he’s looking at Jimin nosing along a toy he just used, but the effect hits just the same. He gasps, bites his lower lip, eyes glued to Jimin breathing in the toy, breathing in his scent.
This is so fucking dangerous.
Jimin in his room all.. all horny and unhinged.
“Mmh— fuck.” Jimin darts his tongue out, licks over the entrance, dips into the dirty opening, laps up his cum. “Nngh.”
An accidental, needy moan slips from his lips— who can blame him? Jimin’s pink tongue coated in his pearly white cum is way too much to handle right now. All the hairs on his body stand up straight, his cock twitches against his stomach.
And Jimin just— stays right there. He doesn’t take the toy with him, he just stands right next to his bed and makes out with it.
“Fuck..”
He breathes out, can’t risk moving his fingers right now— it’s too embarrassing to let Jimin know he’s fingering himself when he was all like I’m not sure I’m into ass stuff earlier.
But just watching Jimin push his tongue into the masturbator makes his hole clench, and ah, fuck, just a little bit, he can move his fingers just a little bit, Jimin won’t notice.
It gets worse when Jimin’s sweatpants start to tent, dick growing hard right in his line of sight.
They’re way too fucking close.
He could just lean up a little and bury his face into Jimin’s crotch—
No. He can’t do that. He is in fact, still in a relationship. For however long that will last. At this rate he’s going to have to call her in the midst of this just so he can finally have Jimin.
But technically.. technically this isn’t really cheating. Right?
Watching isn’t touching. They’re not fucking, they’re only sharing sex toys. Like good roommates do.
And he’s only watching Jimin suck his cum out of that masturbator, while he slowly moves back against his fingers. And he’s only watching Jimin’s hand slide down his body to that tent in his sweats.
None of that counts.
The wet, succulent sounds of Jimin going to town on that masturbator completely numb his brain— the sight of him curling a hand around his clothed cock makes heat pool in his stomach.
It’s so needy. The way Jimin jerks himself off through the fabric of his sweats, so utterly shameless.
He pushes his fingers in deeper, soft moans spill from his mouth as he fucks himself.
It’s only then that Jimin pulls his tongue out of the toy and looks down at him, eyes scanning over his figure under the covers.
Oh shit.
He stops moving his fingers, but Jimin’s eyes blow wide, and he steps closer to the bed, until his knees hit the frame.
“The— the blanket off.” Jimin rasps, not even coherent. “Take it off.”
Jeongguk swallows. he should probably decline, tell Jimin to leave his room, but his last two braincells are making out. So he slowly lets the blanket slide off his body.
Jimin gasps, eyes zeroed on where he’s got his fingers buried into himself.
His heart hammers against his chest, and for a few seconds he’s not sure what Jimin is thinking at all. His entire face just shifts from extremely turned on to— something else. Like he’s hanging by a fucking thread.
And then Jimin just curses and closes his eyes, moves his hand around his clothed cock a little faster, like he just wants to come before he makes a stupid mistake.
At least, that’s what he’s doing. He moves his fingers again, a little harder this time around, wraps his other hand around his cock and jerks off at a pace he knows will make him come quickly.
However, Jimin seems so close, and if he comes it’s all just going to seep into his pants.
That would be such a fucking waste.
He’s not in his right mind, and he’s absolutely breaching the no-touching rule when he hitches himself up and pulls on the waistband of Jimin’s sweats, yanks them down.
“Ah fuck— Jeongguk—“
Jimin’s cock slaps against his stomach— flushed and hard and leaking, a cockring still around the base. Jeongguk’s mouth waters instantly, and he holds onto Jimin’s sweats, delirious with lust.
“Jimin—“
“Haa— fuck—“
Jimin curls his hand back around his cock, straight back to that fast pace, a wet sound each time the foreskin rubs over the head.
“Mmh—“
He moves his hips back on his fingers, cock flopping against his stomach— so hard, so understimulated. But something inside of him is driving him insane, urging him to fuck himself harder, clench around his fingers, curl them inside—
“Aah—“
His body jolts, back arching off the mattress, white electricity courses through his veins.
Whatever the fuck that was must be the prostate.
“Oh— fuck, feel good baby?” Jimin pants. “Found the spot?”
Even in the midst of his orgasm building, Jimin can make his face burn up. He just nods, sweat breaking out on his skin as he tries doing it again, hitting that spot.
“Ah— fuck I’m gonna— I’m gonna come.”
Jimin moans— and Jeongguk can absolutely not miss it.
He pulls Jimin closer by his sweats, brings his face so close to his cock— he could just wrap his lips around it right now.
As if Jimin reads his mind, he fists a hand in his hair to keep him at distance.
Doesn’t stop him from opening his mouth. He’ll take whatever he can get.
“Aaah— fuck— Jeongguk—“
Jimin throws his head back, and cum spurts from the head of his cock onto his face— warm streaks of it land on his cheek, a drop directly hits his tongue, and that just sends him over the edge.
“Nnngh—“ his entire body goes taut as he comes, clenching hard around his fingers, the taste of Jimin’s cum burning on his tongue. “Jimin—“
His vision blurs, nothing in the world feels better than this, none of his orgasms have ever come close to this.
He wants Jimin to cum only on him from now on— it’d be such a fucking waste not to feel it land on him directly like this— so hot, so dirty. He brings his fingers to his face, dips them in Jimin’s cum and sucks them into his mouth.
“God fuck.”
Jimin lets go of his hair, and for a second Jeongguk is a little disorientated. until something hot drags over his stomach.
He gasps, looks down to see Jimin bent over the bed, lapping up his cum off his abs, pink tongue dipping into his bellybutton.
Oh fuck— that’s so fucking hot.
He brings his hand down to Jimin’s dark hair, caresses over it even though he isn’t allowed to touch..
it’s so.. soft, so silky.
Jimin licks every last drop he can find, drags his hot tongue over his torso until he’s all clean. And then he pulls back, siren eyes slowly moving up to him.
They both just pant in unison, trying to catch their breaths.
Shit. that really just happened.
Jimin just gave him a facial. And he came on his own fingers.
And theoretically— minus Jimin’s tongue on his abs just now, they haven’t even touched. They haven’t even kissed yet.
Though, this was a big big cheat. There is absolutely no way around it. He doesn’t think he can look Siyeon in the eyes properly anymore.
“Thanks..” Jimin gets up, brushes a hand through his hair. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Yeah.” He nods, absolutely sure that if Jimin were to stay he’d just end up breaking the no touching rule. “Thank you— too.”
He cringes at himself, but a small smile pulls on Jimin’s lips.
Jimin doesn’t say anything else, but he hangs around a little longer, offers him a hand.
Jeongguk takes it, sort of expects Jimin to pull him up, but that doesn’t happen. Jimin just.. holds his hand, warm and gentle, plays with his fingers.
Oh.
A tingling sensation spreads through his chest.
Somehow this feels more wrong than what just happened.
He doesn’t want to let go, plays with Jimin’s hand too, intertwines their fingers, only now notices how small Jimin’s hands are.
Cute..
Jimin lets go then, but gives him a last small touch right under his chin before he heads towards the door.
It’s ridiculous how fast his heart is beating by the time Jimin is out of his room. His entire face is glowing hot, too.
He rolls onto his back, stares at the ceiling.
Not only is he physically into Jimin— he’s also crushing on him.
Man, how is he going to get out of this situation?
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His legs are jelly the next morning, dried up cum on his stomach, and his ass feels a little sore.
After Jimin left he just kept going, the memory of that facial managed to give him at least 3 more orgasms. He fell asleep around 5 maybe.
Usually he’d sleep in, but there’s some sounds in the kitchen; Jimin getting ready for work.
He throws on a shirt and shorts, rubs his eyes with the back of his hand as he walks out of his room.
The sound of the water cooking fills the living room, he’s become so familiar with it already, quiet mornings like this. Though it never made his chest feel all warm, unlike now.
Jimin stands at the counter, grabs two mugs from the cupboard without even looking over his shoulder. Even his backside is pretty, hair is still a little wet from the shower, his work clothes on; white blouse and tailored pants, fitting snugly around his ass.
Jeongguk’s legs move before he even forms a thought, coming up behind Jimin, snaking his arms around Jimin’s waist, resting his chin on his shoulder.
“You’re up early.”
Jimin says, voice so raspy and pleasant in the morning.
He doesn’t get pushed off or anything, Jimin lets him lean against him, makes the both of them tea. So he tilts his head a little more, breathes in Jimin’s perfume, a mix of musk and floral tones.
“Mmh, heard you getting ready.”
And he just couldn’t let Jimin leave without one last touch. Though maybe he’s taking it a little too far, pressing his chest against Jimin’s back like this, caging him in against the counter.
He’s still a little sleep drunk, that’s his excuse.
“Jeongguk..”
“Mm?”
“You’re touching me.”
Right. The rule. They can’t touch.
But he’s not really touching touching, what’s a little back-hug between roommates?
“Just hugging.” He mumbles against Jimin’s neck, tightening his arms around his lithe frame. “hugging is innocent.”
A soft hum leaves Jimin’s lips, he doesn’t seem to mind it particularly, just lets him hold him until he’s all done with the tea.
“Come, I’m late.”
Jimin wedges himself out of his embrace and hands him his cup.
It takes him everything not to pout. Though he supposes it’s for the best, he probably would have gotten hard if he held on any longer. So much for innocent hugging.
They sit down at the table at their usual spots.
He expects Jimin to ask him about last night, bring up the buttplug, anything along those lines. But Jimin just sips his tea, glances at him over the rim of his glass, the intensity of those monolid, siren-like eyes never fail to take his breath away.
He holds his cup a little tighter, images of last night flood back in, Jimin’s cock barely inches away from his face, the warmth of his cum on his cheeks, on his tongue.
God fuck.
A small glint appears in Jimin’s eyes, even though he’s hiding his mouth behind the cup, Jeongguk can see him smirk. Almost as if he’s reading his mind.
The reality of it sinks in again.
His cheeks burn up little by little, and he has to break eye contact or he’ll just go up in flames.
Under the table, Jimin’s ankle hooks around his own slowly. An innocent touch that somehow still manages to send a shiver down his spine.
He just brings up his cup up, anything to avoid looking at Jimin. When sips from his tea he instantly burns his tongue.
Ah..
Seconds pass, only the sound of the clock ticking fills the room. Eventually he has to look up. Jimin is silently drinking his tea, looking so effortlessly beautiful, even gives him a pretty smile.
“What time will you be back?”
He asks, just to break the tension.
“Around dinner time.”
“Mm..”
Good. Established that.
He clears his throat, looks down at the table, draws a little pattern on the wood to show that he’s so unbothered, absolutely casual when he asks “What would you like to eat?”
Cooking for your roommate is normal.
It’s innocent.
“Oh, you want to cook for me again?”
Jimin asks, caresses his ankle with his under the table.
“I mean.. since you’re back around that time.” He looks up, stands no chance against those twinkling dark brown eyes. “I’ll make something nice.”
“Mm.” A small smile pulls on Jimin’s lips, and then he finishes his drink. “I’ll look forward to it.”
Jeongguk’s heart clenches just a little. He’s really got it bad.
When Jimin gets up he naturally follows, only notices what he’s doing when Jimin whips his head towards him, gives him an up and down, a soft chuckle, before he goes to grab his jacket.
Ah— he’s so obvious.
He just grabs the cups and brings them back to the kitchen as if that was his plan all along. However, Jimin doesn’t grant him a look as he buttons up, all ready to leave.
And he can’t let him walk out just yet.
He shuffles closer on his socks, bites the inside of his cheek when he comes to a stop right next to him.
Jimin grants him a look, eyes turning playful.
“Another hug?”
He knows him so well.
He just nods, fits his arms right around Jimin’s waist, pulls him close. Jimin’s arms wrap around his neck, one hand squeezes the back of it, like he always does.
It shouldn’t feel this good to hug. He’s never really been a hugger to begin with, but Jimin’s frame fits against his own so perfectly.
“I liked it— yesterday.” He admits softly against Jimin’s neck. “In my room..”
“Mmh.. so did I love..”
Love..
His heart skips a beat, and he buries his face a little deeper into Jimin’s neck, breathes him in once more.
Jimin’s fingers move from the back of his neck up into his hair, spreads them over his scalp, caresses through his locks.
It’s so addictive, sends goosebumps all down his body, dick twitching to life.
Of course Jimin can make him hard from a hug.
“Can’t wait to play again tonight.”
Jimin’s breath hits his neck, hot and barely enough. Jeongguk leans into it, searches for Jimin’s mouth— a little kiss on the neck never killed anyone.
“Mmh..”
He nods, accidentally brushes his mouth against Jimin’s soft neck. The skin feels so warm under his lips— so kissable. He finds out he can’t hug Jimin normally at all; his hands have a mind of their own, one slides down to that magnificent curve of his ass, the other moves to the back of his head.
“Mmh.” Jimin moans softly, right underneath his ear. “Careful.”
Fuck.
This is going phenomenally wrong.
It’s too tempting, Jimin’s neck is right there and his mouth waters. One little kiss. Just one. His eyes flutter shut as he presses his lips against the skin, pecks it once, twice.
“Jeongguk—“ Jimin fists his fingers in his hair, pulls him back. “Don’t tempt me.”
“I want you.” He admits, rests his forehead on Jimin’s shoulder in defeat. His entire body is burning with it, every single fibre of him is reaching for Jimin. “I want you.”
“I’ll be back soon.” Jimin breathes out. “We can play all night, come on each other’s toys, hm?”
“Mmh.” He nods, squeezes Jimin’s ass cheek, and of course it’s softer than any ass he’s ever touched. It’s no wonder he’s hard already, shamelessly pressing against Jimin’s hipbone. “Want to come on you.”
A few seconds pass.
“Maybe I’ll let you.”
Jimin whispers.
God fuck.
He gets pushed off the very next second. Right in time too, he was about to start mounting him.
Jimin straightens his collar, runs a hand through his hair, looks picture perfect except for that lewd blush on his nose and cheeks. And maybe also his half-hard cock showing in those tight tailored pants.
What he’d do for another facial..
“Fuck, I’m really late.” Jimin feels up his pockets, finds his car keys. “I’ll try to get home early, okay?”
“Mm.” Jeongguk hums, slowly looks up, tries to gather his sanity. “I’ll.. make dinner.”
a smile pulls on Jimin’s lips, then he steps close, tilts his chin up, and presses a chaste kiss on his cheek before he makes his way to the door.
The soft imprint of his lips linger. Jeongguk rubs over his cheek, stares at the front door closing with a stupid smile on his face for an embarrassingly long time before he snaps out of it.
He needs to break up, ASAP.