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Jeongguk doesn’t remember the last time he was properly fucked. It’s been far too long and whenever he thinks about it, he just wants to go out and find someone to take home. He’s never been one to have one night stands. He doesn’t just let anyone fuck him and, anyway, it seems like nobody knows how to satisfy him enough.
Sure, he’s had good sex but...nothing like what he used to have with Jimin. Ah, Jimin. Always so sweet and gentle until he grasped a bit of Jeongguk’s hair and tugged his head back to give him the fucking of his life. You see, Jimin’s hips and his dick are something out of this world. But it’s been more than a year since they stopped having casual sex and Jeongguk has been hesitating to ask, because they’re pretty much best friends now and he didn’t want to risk ruining that.
He can’t hold back any longer. It’s not that he’s horny half the time, he just needs to be fucked so badly and sex with Jimin has always been ten out of ten, nothing to protest about. So, eventually, he caves.
It happens on a day when they’re cuddling at the beach house all seven of them had rented for the summer. Everybody is out on the beach, but he and Jimin decided to stay back because they wanted to rest a bit after lunch. Yet now that Jeongguk has his cheek on Jimin’s chest, settled comfortably over his body and in between the space his legs have given him, he can’t stop thinking about just saying what he desperately wants.
“Why are you squirming so much?” Jimin’s voice startles him. “I can’t sleep because of you,” he adds, his voice whiny.
Jeongguk can tell he must have a pout on his lower lip and it makes him lift his gaze towards him.
“Can you fuck me?” He blurts out, before he can stop himself.
Jimin’s eyes meet his and he blinks back at him for a whole minute before it seems to dawn on him what Jeongguk is asking for. He frowns and then opens his mouth but doesn’t say anything for another few seconds.
“Jeongguk, what the fuck?” He finally asks. “That’s so out of nowhere, are you fine?” He continues on, chuckling and shaking his head.
He thinks it’s a joke. Jeongguk groans and hides his face in Jimin’s neck, rubbing his nose over his skin.
“Hyung, please,” he mumbles. “I’m not joking,” he grumbles. “I really need to be fucked and you do it best, pretty please?”
Jimin is silent once more, but he starts laughing again soon enough and he pats Jeongguk’s back.
“Are you trying to prank me again or something?” He demands to know. “Be careful before I say yes and you regret it.”
“Say yes,” Jeongguk blurts out, quickly lifting himself up on his hands, caging Jimin’s head between them. Jimin blinks up at him in surprise, mouth open and ready to give his reply but Jeongguk continues before he can say anything. “It’s not a prank, I’m being serious, hyung. I want you to fuck me like you used to. Remember? It’s been far too long and I can’t take it anymore.”
Jimin’s gaze shifts from surprised to confused and finally turns intimidating, his face lowering the slightest bit to look at Jeongguk the way used to when they were about to fuck. His expression is decided and his lips are curling into a smirk and Jeongguk’s heart starts beating faster because this feeling, this is what he wanted. Jimin always makes him want to bend over and take everything he has to give. He missed that, he missed giving himself away to someone who knows how to work his body the perfect way.
“Do you miss my cock that much?” Jimin asks, his hands reaching up to cup Jeongguk’s cheeks. “Did I fuck you so well you haven’t been able to forget it? Have I ruined everything else for you, Jeonggukie?”
Jeongguk’s body fills with warmth, his arms giving in as he drops down back onto Jimin’s body, only holding himself up with his forearms.
“Yeah,” he mumbles. “Fuck, you ruined everyone else for me, you did. Nobody has ever done it like you. I only want you,” he whispers, leaning down to press a kiss to Jimin’s jaw, marveling in his soft skin.
Jimin’s fingers slide in between his hair strands, nails scratching gently at his scalp and distracting him effectively before his fingers tighten and tug his head backwards, making his lips hover close to Jimin’s. Their eyes meet but Jeongguk can barely keep them open because whenever Jimin is like this, rough and decided, it fucks with his mind and it turns him into a mess.
“I missed fucking you too, Gguk.” Jimin whispers, his breath brushing over Jeongguk’s lips. “Missed having you bend over at my will and take my cock without complaint. Do you really want that? Are you sure you want me to have my way with you again?”
“Please, please,” Jeongguk begs, his eyes flutter shut and his body relaxes in Jimin’s hold. He’s already half hard as it is just by Jimin’s words and he already knows that Jimin will give him what he wants, because he’s already gotten into that mindspace, he’s already speaking the way he does whenever he’s about to fuck Jeongguk into tomorrow. It brings excitement to his chest, his belly filling with warmth. “Fuck me, hyung. Just please―” his voice breaks off when Jimin’s other hand falls to his ass cheek, distracting him from what he was about to say.
Jimin’s hand rubs gently over his swim trunks, his fingers barely squeezing at his ass cheek but already making his skin burn with desire.
“What is it that you want, Jeonggukie?” He asks, his lips moving to settle close to his ear. “Why are you suddenly so desperate to be fucked?”
Jeongguk swallows down the lump in his throat and wills himself to relax as Jimin’s fingers stop tugging harshly on his hair, instead sliding down his nape and slipping past the collar of his shirt.
“You know I don’t just trust anyone,” Jeongguk whispers, tentatively leaning forward to place his lips over Jimin’s skin once more. This time, Jimin’s hand presses in between his shoulder blades to bring him close and Jeongguk smiles in content, kissing his skin freely. “And I want it to be so good I never want to get out of bed. Only you have ever fucked me like that,” he explains. “I just want to forget about everything, I want to feel you everywhere, only you, please?”
Jimin’s lips close around the skin under Jeongguk’s earlobe, making him shudder and slump down completely over him, body going lax upon his gentle ministrations.
“Oh, so you want me to rail you?” He asks against the tender skin. Jeongguk’s heart jumps in his chest with the words and his lower billy fills with arousal. “Want me to eat you out, baby? Bring you slowly to the edge and then stop so I can give you the proper fucking this ass deserves?” He inquires, his fingers closing harder around his ass cheek, making Jeongguk sigh.
“Yes, yes,” he mutters. “Yes to everything, please hyung?”
Jimin hums, suddenly rolling them over and settling on Jeongguk’s belly. He sits up and stops touching him altogether, just looking down at him with a lustful gaze. Jimin reaches behind him without even turning to watch and presses his hand against Jeongguk’s cock.
“Look at you, you’re so desperate for it,” he teases, his other hand settling under Jeongguk’s shirt and touching the warm skin of his toned belly. “You’re already hard and I haven’t even gotten you naked, what are we gonna do with you, hm?”
Jeongguk’s hands fall to Jimin’s thighs, sliding up and under his swim trunks. He touches the all so familiar sensitive skin and watches Jimin’s eyes struggle to keep open, giving in to the touch. But today it’s about Jeongguk giving himself to Jimin, so when the older one closes his fingers around his clothed cock, he lets his hands fall to his sides and thrusts his hips into the touch.
“Yeah, I am desperate,” Jeongguk easily replies. “So desperate to have you inside of me. I want you so badly, hyung,” he mumbles out, fully aware that he sounds half drunk.
He’s drunk with Jimin and everything that’s to come now that it’s clear he’ll get the fucking he so much wanted.
“I’ll fuck you,” Jimin whispers, his weight leaving Jeongguk’s body and making his eyes flutter open to search for him. “Are you sure, though? Are you sure you want me to take care of you?”
Jeongguk takes a deep breath, following Jimin with his gaze. Even though he’s not touching him anymore, his eyes burn there where they trail over Jeongguk’s body, making him feel desired, wanted. He and Jimin have always had chemistry in every single aspect of the word, no matter the situation. Right now, the tension between them is palpable, it’s making Jeongguk’s heart race but he loves it. The anticipation, the desperation and the need, all of them feel great as they trace over his body.
“I’m sure,” he replies, getting onto his elbows to look at Jimin properly. “I’ve been thinking about it for such a long time,” he confesses. “I want you to fuck me like you used to, hyung. Ruin me, use my body, make me come untouched. Do anything you want with me.”
His cheeks burn with the requests but Jimin’s expression makes it worth it.
“Fuck, when you talk like that,” he mumbles, shaking his head. “I’ve thought about it before, too. After we stopped,” he confesses, then. He cards his fingers through his hair and takes a deep breath. “We used to be so good together, huh?”
“So good,” Jeongguk agrees, nodding eagerly.
Jimin smiles.
“I guess we’re lucky I came prepared,” Jimin states, reaching for his traveling bag and searching inside for a few seconds. When his hand comes out, he’s holding a bottle of lube and after a few more seconds of searching, he takes out a condom.
Jeongguk hadn’t even been thinking about that. He’d been so desperate and needy that he’d completely forgotten about the possibility of neither of them having lube and condoms.
“You came prepared…” Jeongguk trails off, dropping down onto his back.
It suddenly feels so real and he can’t wait for Jimin to actually have his way with him.
“You never know,” Jimin replies, placing everything at the end of the bed. “Get naked for me?” He requests.
Jeongguk is eager to comply. As he tugs his shirt over his head, Jimin does the same, discarding his clothes at the same pace as Jeongguk. And there he stands, hovering and watching Jeongguk’s body now that he’s laying in bed naked, so hard against his abdomen that he really wants to reach out and touch himself. But nothing is better than Jimin’s hands on him, so he stops himself and fists the sheets tightly.
Instead, he traces Jimin’s body with his eyes. All of it is so familiar. He’s had that body on top of his, under his, next to his and in every position he could imagine. He knows Jimin’s skin like a map he’s completely explored. Every inch he’s covered with kisses and with gentle fingertips. He knows him like the back of his hand. His cheeks are flushed and his toned stomach makes Jeongguk’s mouth water. Jimin is also hard, licking his lips to show Jeongguk that he’s ready to ravish his body and god, he’s so ready.
“What shall I do with you…” Jimin trails off, setting his knee on the bed and sliding his hands over Jeongguk’s ankles, thumbs digging into the skin a bit harder, making Jeongguk’s back arch slightly, a sigh leaving his lips. Jimin is teasing like this, always building up the excitement until Jeongguk bursts and begs for more, for everything.
Jeongguk gasps when his legs are suddenly spread, but Jimin only settles in between them, far away, still at the end of the bed. He rubs gentle circles into his skin, making Jeongguk’s impatience grow. His thighs close when he realizes Jimin has a pretty good view of him, but Jimin tsks and shakes his head.
“On your belly, baby,” he murmurs, but he makes it sound like he’s going to punish Jeongguk and it’s enough to have his body heating up.
He obeys, eagerly turning onto his belly, his legs ending up spread either way because Jimin is kneeling in the way. The older one’s hands fall to his thighs, startling him but his legs are pushed further away from each other and he feels even more exposed. He hides his face in between his folded arms, biting down on his lower lip to prevent himself from begging for Jimin to touch him more.
Jimin gives him that without him having to ask, either way. Jeongguk’s hips lift off the bed when he feels Jimin’s lips pressing to the bottom of his spine, so close to his ass. He doesn’t stay there. Instead, his lips move to settle in between his shoulder blades, tracing a path down Jeongguk’s spine, shivers accompany the gentle touch of his plump lips and make Jeongguk relax into the mattress, delighted by Jimin’s ministrations.
When he reaches the bottom of his spine again, Jeongguk holds his breath, hips lifting the second Jimin’s hands fall to his ass cheeks and spread them apart. He hums, making Jeongguk’s cheeks burn.
“So beautiful, Jeongguk-ah,” he breathes out. “Want me to eat you out like I said?” He asks, his breath brushing over Jeongguk’s sensitive skin, making his hips stutter once more. “You seem to like that, how long has it been since the last time, hm? Have you been neglected for too long, baby?”
“Yeah,” Jeongguk mumbles. “Please, hyung. I want to feel you,” he pleads, desperate to get Jimin’s tongue on him like he’s promising.
Jimin has always been so good with his mouth and Jeongguk has only ever been eaten out by him. So, yes. It’s been far too long and he wants that feeling taking over his body once again.
“Hmm,” Jimin murmurs. “You’re so pretty when you beg, Jeonggukie. Your skin turns so pink, are you embarrassed about wanting my tongue so much?” He asks softly, his lips pressing to Jeongguk’s ass cheek and making him gasp, fingers clenching around the sheets there where they reach. “You’ve always been so weak for that, right? You always said it was frustrating, but you came so fast. You think you can hold off this time? Or do you want me to make you come twice, huh?”
“Yes, yes,” Jeongguk pleads, squirming because Jimin’s touch isn’t enough, despite the fact that it feels just good.
“Why are you so greedy?” Jimin asks, his hands disappearing and making Jeongguk whine, but then one of them comes back down and slaps his ass cheek, pain and pleasure tingling up his spine, a moan leaving his lips before he can stop it.
“Fuck,” he drawls out. His fingers hurt with how hard he’s clenching the sheets but he keeps on doing that to ground himself because he wants to be perfectly conscious about everything Jimin is doing.
Jimin seems to like his reaction because his hands knead at his ass cheeks once more, spreading them apart. “No matter what I do, your reactions are always so good. You like getting spanked, you like being tied up, you liked me edging you. Aren’t you a kinky one?”
Jeongguk’s cheeks flare with embarrassment but Jimin’s hand comes down to slap his skin once more and he moans inevitably, hips stuttering forward and making pleasure trail up his body. He’s so hard and his cock is brushing against the sheets. It’s barely anything, but he still gives in to it because Jimin’s hands are teasing him but still not giving him what he needs.
“Speak up, Jeongguk-ah,” Jimin says and before Jeongguk can even lift his head, he’s already tangling his fingers with his hair, tugging his head back and forcing him to hold himself up on his forearms. “I want to hear you, so don’t hold back or I’ll stop, yeah?”
Jeongguk takes a deep breath.
“Yes, hyung,” he whispers.
His back is arched and Jimin’s fingers let go of his hair after ordering him to stay like that, sliding down his spine and tracing his skin.
“You’re so pretty,” Jimin states, finally reaching his ass cheeks again and spreading them open. “Spread your legs a bit more for me, Jeonggukie.”
Jeongguk does as he’s told, lifting his hips a bit for Jimin to have better access and bites down on his lower lip when he feels his breath brushing in between his ass cheeks, making his eyes fall shut. Finally, finally, Jimin’s thumb teases at his hole, rubbing gently over it, coaxing the muscle to relax. But Jeongguk figures that will take him a while because it’s been pretty long since the last time someone touched him back there. And playing with himself has never been satisfying enough so he hasn’t done it. It’s really been so long.
The muscles of his abdomen pull when Jimin’s tongue suddenly laps over his hole, making his body shudder. It’s still a teasing touch, but Jeongguk’s body starts burning up immediately, clenching around nothing because he just can’t help it. Jimin’s tongue repeats the movement, slow and gentle, circling his rim and making Jeongguk arch his back more, lifting his hips in an attempt to feel more.
Jimin leans back, spreading kisses all over Jeongguk’s ass cheeks, purposefully avoiding his rim because he loves teasing him, he loves making Jeongguk beg. He tries to hold back and focus on the feeling, but when Jimin’s tongue licks a long and firm stripe across his hole, Jeongguk’s whimpers, his head falling back to the mattress, fingers curling in fists around the sheets.
“Hyung,” he whines. “More, please. It feels so good,” he mumbles out, unsure if he’s even making sense because he feels like a mess already.
“Yeah?” Jimin asks. It feels like there’s a grin behind his tone, his lips pressing a gentle kiss to his rim but pausing on his ministrations briefly. “You love it so much,” he whispers.
“I do,” Jeongguk desperately replies. “I do, please just―” he tries but he cuts himself off when the tip of his tongue slips past his rim as he licks across his hole once more.
He clenches around him, but Jimin continues on immediately, flattening out his tongue to lap over Jeongguk’s hole over and over again. Once, twice, Jeongguk’s hips move in circles to ride out the movement because there’s suddenly so much pleasure coursing through his body, making sweat trickle down his back and settle on the low of his back. Jimin goes on. For a long while, there’s just the intense feeling of Jimin’s tongue expertly lapping over his hole and making his body heat up with pleasure. For a long while, Jeongguk’s mind completely blanks out and he’s prey to the feeling, hips lifted off the bed, muscles tense as he holds himself up.
“You’re a mess,” Jimin mumbles, moving away just when Jeongguk was starting to get used to the waves of pleasure.
“No, no. Please, hyung,” he mutters, reaching down to try to coax him into going on. Jimin’s fingers circle his wrist and pin his hand down against the low of his back. “Hyung, I―”
“Stay still,” Jimin interrupts. “Hyung will let you come,” he promises, his free hand falling to Jeongguk’s ass cheek with a loud slap that makes his body jerk and burn. It feels great, Jeongguk is so turned on and he has no doubt that he’ll end up coming soon if Jimin continues on just like this, alternating between scolding him and eating him out.
Jeongguk sighs the second Jimin rubs gently over the ass cheek he’d spanked, his thumb dipping in between and pulling it to the side. He gives Jeongguk no time to prepare himself for his tongue once more, soon enough he’s licking another firm stripe that makes the tip slip past his rim again.
His hips move in slow circles to follow the constant movement of Jimin’s tongue over his hole. And Jimin is relentless in his pace, tongue slipping deeper and deeper inside of him as the muscle relaxes under his coaxing tongue. Jeongguk feels caged. His arm is still pressed to his back and his other arm is stretched in front of him, fingers clenching the sheets. He can’t move much, just lay there while Jimin takes control of his pleasure and gives him what he wants.
“I like having you like this, baby,” Jimin whispers, pausing briefly but licking again when Jeongguk whimpers and wiggles his ass for more. “Like you being so desperate under me,” he goes on, again only pausing briefly before he’s flattening out his tongue over Jeongguk’s hole and licking long, drawn out stripes over the sensitive skin around his rim.
Jeongguk’s head is spinning, but he does his best to reply properly, hoping he doesn’t sound crazy.
“Like giving myself to you,” he blurts out, body burning as his orgasm finally starts to build.
Jeongguk gasps at the feeling. He’s not sure of how long it’s been, he has no idea if it’s been minutes or if it’s been much longer, but he hopes Jimin will keep his promise of making him come twice because he wants to come so badly, pleasure is tingling up his spine so perfectly as Jimin relaxes his tongue and swirls around his rim slowly, almost painfully slow.
“I like you giving yourself to me,” Jimin whispers. “I love it.”
Jeongguk has no chance to respond to that. He doesn’t really think he would have been able to, anyway. He’s lost all sense of control in his body and all he can do is lay there, thighs trembling as Jimin’s tongue slips past his rim once, twice, flattens out to make the drag harsher, stronger, until Jeongguk groans, face digging into the mattress, body shaking.
“Gonna come,” he blurts out, laying there, unable to move because the pleasure is so intense that his heart is racing and he’s breathless. “Please, hyung. I’m so close, please.”
“Can you go again?” Jimin asks, pausing as he waits for Jeongguk’s response. It makes him whimper, squirming to get Jimin’s attention as he mutters over and over again for him to not stop. “Answer me, bun. Can you?” Jimin asks, calmly.
“Yes, yes,” he murmurs. “I can, hyung. Please, make me come.”
“You can come,” Jimin murmurs, his tongue licking across his hole once more. Jeongguk’s muscles pull, his eyes close tight and in a last attempt to reach his ograsm, he moves his hips to ride Jimin’s tongue.
It’s what pushes him over the edge and as his orgasm washes over him abruptly, Jimin’s fingers slip away from his wrist, instead tangling with his own to pin his hand down against the mattress and he holds him through it as he shakes, his tongue still licking gently over his sensitive hole while the pleasure slowly turns overwhelming, breathtaking. Jeongguk slumps down, his body jerking with the overstimulation, but he doesn’t complain, too lost in the perfect feeling to care about it being borderline painful.
Jimin slows down, circles his rim with his tongue a couple of times and finally pulls away. Jeongguk immediately releases a shaky sigh, feeling incredibly exhausted all so suddenly, he figures because it’s been a long time since he last came this hard. He didn’t even have to touch himself once. Jimin has always been that good, it’s not surprising that he managed to make Jeongguk come just with his tongue and while laying down, completely at his mercy.
He knows he’s made a mess under himself and they should clean that up before going on, but when Jimin’s lips press to the bottom of his spine once more, trailing upwards this time, until his body is pressed firmly over Jeongguk’s, he finds himself sighing, closing his eyes and folding his arms under his head. Jimin feels so warm as he lays over him, lips brushing over the skin of his neck, pressing butterfly kisses that have Jeongguk’s heart beating so fast.
It feels as if he can’t come down from his orgasm, his body is still trembling as Jimin’s hands slide from his biceps to his forearms and tangle with his fingers, pinning them to the bed. Jeongguk can feel how hard Jimin is, his cock brushing in between his ass cheeks as he grinds down on him with a groan.
“Did you feel good, baby?” Jimin’s voice sends chills down Jeongguk’s back, making goosebumps arise over his skin. “Is that what you wanted? What you missed?”
“Yeah,” he breathes out, chest heaving as Jimin’s hips move faster, pushing against his ass eagerly. “Wanna make you feel good, too,” he blurts out.
Jimin hums, licking at the skin of his neck, sucking gently until Jeongguk whines because it’s so obvious that he’s marking him up. He doesn’t mind it. He likes it. He always liked how Jimin painted his skin with purple moons whenever they had sex a year ago. It’s no different now, despite all the time that has gone by.
“I’ll feel good once I’m inside of you,” Jimin whispers, finally letting go of the sensitive skin and pressing a gentle skin over it. “Gonna prep you,” he adds, leaning away. Jeongguk wishes he hadn’t, almost immediately, missing the closeness and warmth of his body. But Jimin’s hands fall to his hips a second later and pat gently to get him to move. “Get on your knees, baby.”
Jeongguk feels like his body has turned into jello and it proves to be hard to do as he’s told, but he pushes through and shakily gets on his knees, back arched and hips lifted in the air. He settles his forearms on the mattress to hold himself up and lets his head drop in between his shoulders. He feels sleepy already and he knows that it’s because he’s already come once, but he really wanted to have Jimin inside of him, so he sure as hell can go a second time.
It’s startling to feel Jimin’s lubed up fingers brushing in between his ass cheeks. He’d been so lost in thought that he hadn’t realized Jimin was getting ready to prep him. He relaxes and closes his eyes as he waits for Jimin to finally slip a finger inside of him. Yet, being the tease he is, he first circles his rim slowly, drawing it out while Jeongguk’s pulse quickens with expectation.
“Hyung,” he whines, pushing his ass back in an attempt to get Jimin to finally give in.
“Always so desperate,” Jimin murmurs, but he doesn’t sound like he’s scolding him and before Jeongguk can respond, his finger slips past his rim, easily reaching deep inside of him. “Like that?” He asks, his other hand placed on Jeongguk’s hip to hold him up.
“Yeah,” Jeongguk breathes out, but he can’t say more because Jimin starts moving, his finger slipping in and out at him at a steady pace.
“I’m so hard, I just need to be inside of you, baby,” Jimin murmurs, his pace relentless, a second finger joining just a few seconds later.
Jeongguk grimaces with the stretch, but he takes it without protest, his body adapting to the intrusion after a few moments.
“I just need you to fuck me as hard as you can,” Jeongguk drawls out. “Make sure I never forget,” he pleads.
Jimin hums, suddenly stopping the thrust of his fingers and curling them inside of Jeongguk. He misses his prostate on purpose, stretching Jeongguk open and padding along his walls. Until he seems satisfied enough and then he does press against the sensitive part inside of him, making his body jolt with pleasure. His cock starts filling up as Jimin slips in a third finger, making a soft sound of approval.
“You’re tight,” he whispers. “Have you really not been fucked since the last time we were together?” He asks softly, so softly.
“Yes,” Jeongguk confesses without a doubt. “I just didn’t...I didn’t want―ah,” he moans out, when Jimin brushes over his prostate again.
He doesn’t try to continue because he doesn’t even know how to explain it. He just hasn’t wanted to be fucked by anyone else. Jimin is the only one who’s ever fucked him, after all.
“I’ll make it worth the wait,” Jimin states and pulls his fingers out.
Jeongguk wants to protest but he stops himself from doing so because he knows that Jimin is lubing himself up to finally fuck him. He hears the foil wrapper of the condom being ripped open. He can hear the squelching sound his hand makes as he strokes himself with the lube.
He holds his breath when Jimin’s hands fall to his hips to steady him and he feels the head of his cock press against his rim. He closes his eyes and leans forward a bit more, hiding his face in the crook of his elbow, bracing himself for it.
“You said you wanted me to fuck you hard, right?” Jimin asks. He’s teasing again as he lets go of Jeongguk’s hip and moves his cock over his rim, rubbing the head against him but never pushing in. “I won’t even let you breathe, I’ll fuck you so hard the boys will be able to hear you screaming all the way from the beach,” he murmurs.
Jeongguk’s skin burns with embarrassment, his cheeks heating up and his body trembling at the promise. Jimin has always been able to turn him on just with words and soft touches, teasing him. This all feels so natural, so familiar. Jeongguk can’t get over it. He feels beyond happy that they’re doing this again, even if it’s something he knows neither of them were expecting during this trip.
“Yes, hyung. Please, fuck me. Make me―” he’s in the middle of saying, when Jimin’s hips suddenly push forward and his cock slips past his rim, quickly sinking to the hilt inside of him.
Jeongguk’s breath catches in his throat as his body is pushed forward, face pressing harder against his skin and hole clenching around Jimin because of the sudden intrusion that feels so...Jeonguk feels so full and it’s been so long. He arches his back more, as much as he can and pushes his ass back against Jimin’s hips, marveling in the soft groan that the older one lets out.
“God, I’d forgotten how good you feel,” he whispers, both hands settling over Jeongguk’s ass cheeks, spreading them open and making him feel even more exposed. “Always taking me so well. You’re so tight around me, I could stay here all day,” he mumbles, breathless.
He sounds so fucking breathless. His hands are shaking, Jeongguk notes but his brain is taken away from that when Jimin suddenly spanks one of his ass cheeks, making him gasp and jerk, the movement causing Jimin’s cock to press deeper inside of him and both of them moan, Jimin’s hands closing tighter around his hips.
“So good, hyung,” Jeongguk whispers. “You always fuck me so good, I missed it. I missed you so much.”
Jimin is silent for a moment, he’s not moving properly yet and it’s making Jeongguk feel frustrated, but he stays as still as possible because he’s already so hard he’s worried he won’t last too much if Jimin decides to spank him even more.
“I missed you too, Jeongguk-ah,” Jimin finally whispers. “I missed how your body felt under my fingers,” he goes on, slowly leaning back, letting Jeongguk feel the drag of his cock against his walls, goosebumps arising over the skin of his arms. “I missed how you can barely hold yourself up when I’m fucking you so good,” he adds, suddenly snapping his hips forward and making Jeongguk moan loudly. “Like that, see? You like it so much, do you love my cock that much, huh? Do you love being fucked senseless?” Jeongguk nods mindlessly, knees sliding to the sides as Jimin slowly starts to pick up a pace and fucks him the way he desperately wanted. His focus is brought back when sharp pain tugs at his scalp, Jimin’s fingers having tangled with his hair and tugging his head back. “I can’t hear you.”
This. This is what Jeongguk needed. He needed to be roughed up, ordered around. He wanted to be told what to do and when to do it. He wanted Jimin to have complete control over him. His eyes sting with overwhelmed tears but he keeps them in and closes his eyes, nodding again and giving himself a second to get a grip and reply.
“Yeah, I love it,” he says, voice hoarse and fucked out. “I love it so much, hyung. Harder. Fuck me harder, please.”
“Fuck,” Jimin breathes out when Jeongguk clenches around him after a particularily strong thrust.
He does what Jeongguk is asking. He fucks him harder, snapping his hips forward incessantly, purposefully avoiding Jeongguk’s prostate because he must know that the second he thrusts into it, Jeongguk’s orgasm will build faster. He’s far too sensitive from having come already once, it’s only a matter of time before he starts nearing the edge once more.
Jimin’s hips are merciless, his fingers are tight in Jeongguk’s hair, still and Jeongguk is arched in a position that doesn’t let him move much, but he takes it with tears in his eyes, his body tensing up when Jimin pauses, hips tight against his ass and moving in circling motions.
“Oh my god,” he breathes out. “D-don’t―I’ll come,” he blurts out, shaking his head. “Hyung, I’m―”
“Coming already?” Jimin asks, leaning completely over Jeongguk’s body, his chest pressing to his back and his hand relaxing around his hair. Jimin’s hand slides down his neck and circles the front as Jeongguk’s chin falls to the mattress. “Is that your prostate, baby? Does it feel good?” He asks, grinding down against Jeongguk’s ass and making his toes curl with pleasure.
“Fuck, yeah,” he mutters. “If you keep doing that, hyung, I’m gonna come.” But his voice sounds like he’s begging him to go on, to push him over the edge.
“Then come, baby,” Jimin whispers, sucking on the skin of Jeongguk’s neck, his fingers pressing under his jaw, making him feel even more breathless than he already did. “I’m already close,” he mumbles, hiding his face where he was sucking just a moment before.
Jeongguk can tell. His hips sutter, his cock is pulsing inside of him and his movements have turned messy, uncoordinated, desperate. He’s grunting against Jeongguk’s skin, his other hand reaching for Jeongguk’s and his fingers tangling with his own. He’s caged again, his back arched, his body bent over for Jimin to take and he has nothing to hold on to. He’s close, so close that he knows it’ll only take a few more thrusts for him to end up coming and making a mess of himself again.
Fuck, he hasn’t even cleaned up the mess he made when he came for the first time, but it’s too late to think about that, anyway. He clenches around Jimin’s cock, smiling to himself when Jimin whines, hips stuttering and suddenly freezing.
“I’m gonna come,” he whispers against Jeongguk’s ear.
“Do it, hyung,” Jeongguk pleads. “Fuck me until you come.”
Jimin releases a shaky breath and then suddenly snaps his hips forward once, twice, thrice. Over and over again until he stops again, trembling against Jeongguk’s body, coming. Jeongguk recognizes the gasp that leaves his lips and the way in which he holds him tighter, muscles tense as he shakes through it. He doesn’t even realize that he hasn’t come yet until Jimin makes an overwhelmed sound and suddenly starts moving again, whining through the overstimulation and thrusting into Jeongguk’s prostate just a couple of times.
It’s enough to make him come, moaning loud and trembling under Jimin’s body, his legs giving in until he’s flat out lying on the mattress. Jimin has stopped moving, he’s pressed deeply to his body and he’s nuzzling into his neck, making these soft pleased sounds as he completely relaxes.
Jimin rolls off of his body and Jeongguk grimaces at the feeling of him slipping out of him. He lets his face turn, cheek pressing to the mattress and his eyes falling over Jimin’s blissed out expression. He’s so beautiful. His cheeks are flushed and his hair is falling over his forehead and he looks so pretty. Jeongguk’s hand moves on it’s own and his fingertips brush over Jimin’s cheekbone, sliding towards his jaw. Their eyes meet.
“Well, that was…” Jimin trails off, turning onto his side to face Jeongguk completely. “Jeongguk-ah,” he murmurs, reaching up to circle Jeongguk’s wrist with his fingers. “I think―” he starts to say but Jeongguk’s lips stop him from continuing.
Jeongguk doesn’t even realize what he’s doing until Jimin’s eyes widen and he feels his plump lips against his own. He freezes, completely taken aback by what he just did. Jimin himself doesn’t move, just stares wide-eyed at him.
They’ve never kissed before. Sex was always something casual, they never crossed the line between sex and friendship. But Jimin had looked so beautiful just laying there and Jeongguk had suddenly been filled with the urge of kissing him. He hadn’t been able to hold himself back. Now, as he leans back, he’s suddenly so scared of what that means, of having actually ruined everything.
“I’m sorry,” Jeongguk blurts out, rolling to the side and quickly sitting up despite the fact that his sore body protests. His legs hang off the edge of the bed but Jimin’s arms are suddenly wrapped around him, holding him tight. “I don’t know why I did that,” he blurts out, nervous and scared. “I didn’t mean to―”
“Don’t run away from me, bun,” Jimin whispers, his hand falling to Jeongguk’s and tugging. “Look at me, yeah?”
Jeongguk hesitates, but Jimin doesn’t sound angry, he doesn’t sound bothered. Jeongguk turns around, his eyes meeting Jimin’s and his cheeks heat up. He’s pretty sure he looks like a mess right now. He’s probably all flushed and dirty with cum and he still feels a bit hazy with the two orgasms he had, but Jimin’s expression is gentle as his hand falls to Jeongguk’s cheek. He doesn’t seem bothered at all.
“Why did you kiss me, Jeongguk-ah?”He asks softly. “Tell hyung, hm?”
Jeongguk nibbles on his lower lip, unsure. He doesn’t have a particular reason, he only knows he really wanted to do it at that moment.
“I just really wanted to kiss you,” he confesses. “You just looked so pretty and you fucked me so well and I um, I don’t know, I just really wanted to do it,” he further explains.
Jimin smiles, his fingers sliding back and into Jeongguk’s hair.
“I’ve also wanted to kiss you a lot of times, you know?” He asks softly. “I didn’t think you felt the same way.”
Jeongguk’s heart jumps in his chest, a new type of excitement making him feel somewhat giddy.
“I like you, hyung,” he whispers, reaching up to cup Jimin’s cheeks. “I think I always have, I just didn’t think twice about it, I didn’t think it was important. I like having you as my best friend, I didn’t think I needed more, but now…” he trails off. “Now that there’s a chance, I kind of want to have this, have all of you, always. I want you to have me, too,” he mumbles. “I want you to always hold me and make me smile, like you do. But I also want you to fuck me like that and let me fuck you too. I want to take you out.”
He pauses when he realizes that he just completely word vomited, but Jimin is smiling and he’s crawling onto his lap, really not seeming to care that they’re both a mess of sweat and Jeongguk has cum all over his belly. He’s taken off the condom, although Jeongguk is not sure of when he did that. He places his hands on Jimin’s hips, pulling him closer and marveling in the nice feeling of his warm body.
“That feels a little like what we already do,” Jimin whispers, his nose brushing against Jeongguk’s. “Only with the fucking and with the going out on dates. Maybe that’s why we didn’t realize.” he murmurs, placing a kiss on the corner of Jeongguk’s mouth. “Maybe this is what it was meant to be all along. I missed you a lot after we stopped having sex. I thought I just missed the sex because I was always with you, anyway. I had no reason to miss you if you were around me. But maybe I missed you because I wanted you to hold me and tell me you liked me. Do you like me, Jeongguk-ah?” He asks hesitantly.
Jeongguk doesn’t hesitate. It suddenly feels as clear as day.
“I do,” he states. “I like you so much, hyung.”
Jimin smiles.
“I like you too, so much,” he replies.
When his lips find Jeongguk’s for the second time since they met, it’s different, it’s better. So much better. They kiss somewhat desperately, lips moving insistently against the other’s, teeth biting down and tugging, tongues swirling around each other. Jeongguk shifts and pushes Jimin onto his back, settling in between his legs and sighing against his mouth at the feeling of his warm bodies.
This isn’t what he expected to happen when he started telling Jimin to please fuck him again, but he’s not complaining. He likes it. He likes the feeling of Jimin’s lips against his own and he likes the idea of being able to kiss him every other time he wants, of being kissed back. Dates. Everything.
Jeongguk’s mind is a mess, but at the end of it all, the thought of having Jimin as more than just his best friend makes his heart beat faster and his body thrum with excitement. He’s happy about how things turned out.