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Jimin was exhausted. 

His body felt overworked, pushed past the limits it’d set for itself. It’d been a while since he felt this drained. And with a rushed recovery and quickly getting ready for a new string of shows, he felt he was over the edge. But his body should know by now that he was never one to back down from a challenge. Especially not on the stage. 

Even when his legs gave out and he hit the floor with a thud, he wouldn’t back down. 

“Jimin hyung.” Hands went underneath his arms, tugging him back onto his feet. “Not the place to fall out. Come on, we’ve got to hurry to get to the vans in time.” 

He tugged at the hands around him, trying to remove them as his breath leaving his lips in rushed huffs. “Kook-ah, I’m fine. I’m fine, let go of me.”

He was very much not fine. Eyes still seeing dots around the corners and his balance being kicked off due to the heels on his boots. He was a walking accident waiting to happen. 

The younger’s hands fought his own as they moved around and readjusted their grip on his waist. Like a belt they settled there, pulling his back closer. Their sweaty bodies collided, back to front, as they wobbled, tripping through the backstage area. 

Jimin huffed. His feet caught on each other, stumbling and knocking into Jungkook’s. The position they were in made it harder to walk, defeating Jungkook’s whole purpose in picking Jimin up in the first place. 

“I can walk, Jungkook.” One last time, he fought the hands that were on him. Succeeding in doing so, he stumbled forward, reaching for a water bottle held out to him and downing it in a few gulps. 

They were back home, in Seoul, after being gone so long. It was only fit that they put everything they had into this concert. Their first one back in years. As refreshing as it was, he was drained. His body couldn’t keep up like it used to when he was a trainee fighting to keep his spot in the group. He was much more fragile, the wear and tear of nearly ten years of this line of work was starting to take a toll on his body. 

The only thing he could think of that would help him relax after such a show was going home and taking a nice, warm bath. 

“You went too hard tonight, hyung.” The words were whispered closer to his ear than he’d registered Jungkook was. A ghost of breath blew over his ear, eliciting a trail of goosebumps to rise on his skin. “Let’s get you home so that I can help you relax.”

Staff rushed them through the threshold of the car door that was held open for them, waiting for the two members to slide in before shutting it and helping the other guys into their own. It was always a rush after shows. A rush to get them out. A rush to get them undressed. 

Many times it wasn’t the staff that rushed to get him undressed, rather his needy boyfriend that plastered himself to his side. 

Once they were settled in the car, a hand slid up his thigh, seemingly harmless as it rested there. But Jimin knew better. He’d shared a car–and an apartment– with Jungkook for too long. He was searching for something he wouldn’t be able to reach. 

Jimin took his hand, gently sliding it off his thigh. “Not tonight.” 

“It’ll help you decompress.”

“Kook-ah.” Jimin turned to the youngest, eyes drooping as he leaned his head against the seat rest. “I’m too tired. It wouldn’t be fun one-sided.”

Jungkook’s eyes lingered on him for a few seconds, probably trying to gauge the seriousness coming off of him. But when they took in the roll of his shoulders and the way he popped his neck, a routine of his when he was ready to sleep, his eyes softened. Jimin watched as he chewed on his bottom lip, eyes wracking over his body, before he was sitting back and nodding. 

“Okay, hyung. You look like you could use it though. You know it’s never one-sided with us. Your pleasure is my pleasure, baby.” 

Jimin smiled. “I know.” His hands reached up to touch his boyfriend’s cheek, his thumb brushing over his lips. “But I can’t help but want to suck you off when I get the chance.”

A groan tumbled from Jungkook’s mouth. He squeezed his eyes shut, his head dropping further into Jimin’s hands. A ghost of a smirk played on Jimin’s lips, his thumb digging further into Jungkook’s open mouth. 

“You’re a menace.”

“One of a kind.”

***

“I’ll run the bath.”

“What is up with you wanting to help me all of a sudden?” Jimin walked into their bedroom, grabbing his shirt and lifting it from his torso in one swift movement. He knew the younger was trailing behind him, could hear the heavy footsteps as they crossed over the threshold of the entryway. 

“Hyung, you collapsed on the floor as we were coming off the stage. I think you deserve a little pampering.” 

Jimin rolled his eyes. “I deserve pampering every day.”

“That you do, so just let me help.” He didn’t wait for a protest, making his way into the bathroom without another word and turning on the bath. Jimin could hear him digging through the cabinets, no doubt getting the bath salts he stored there. 

It was a sweet gesture, something the younger did for him often. But with the new schedule changes and amped up practice times, they’d had less and less time for each other after having been cooped up in the apartment together for nearly a year while on break. It was a drastic change, but one they’d been used to in prior years.

He loved this man with every bone in his body. No matter how many years they’d been together, Jungkook still treated him like it was their first date all over again. 

With his torso uncovered and his socks discarded in a nearby corner, he trailed into the bathroom to see what his boyfriend was up to. There he was, sitting on the edge of the tub, his hand reaching down to feel the water and swirl in the salts. Jimin’s heart grew two sizes bigger as he watched him, leaning against the doorway to have a better view. 

He was so lucky. 

“I think you have to be completely undressed to take a bath, sweetheart.”

While he loved him, sometimes he also wanted to smack him. 

Pushing off the doorway, Jimin wrapped his arms around Jungkook’s shoulders from behind. He nuzzled his head into the crook of his neck, placing a kiss there, working his way up to his cheek. 

“Thank you for drawing the bath.”

One of the younger’s hands reached up to run his fingers through Jimin’s hair. He massaged his scalp, fingernails scratching at the surface that elicited a moan to release from his lips. 

It felt so good. Especially after the night he’s had.

“Maybe you want to get in and actually enjoy the bath your wonderful boyfriend drew for you?”

Jimin’s hands ran down the front of Jungkook’s chest, feeling the muscles that were hidden underneath and all his for the taking. “Maybe I would enjoy my bath with my lovely boyfriend in it with me.”

“Mhm,” Jungkook threw his head back onto his shoulder, turning his head so that he could gain access to his jaw. “I thought you didn’t want anything to happen tonight.”

“It’s just a bath, Kook-ah.” He grinned cheekily, his tongue poking behind his teeth. He stood up abruptly, dragging his hands across Jungkook’s back as he stepped away. 

The younger followed him, standing up as well and reaching his hands out to grab Jimin’s waist. But he was stopped just a few inches short. 

“Ah, ah, ah. Contain yourself. I’m just here to enjoy the warm bath, nothing more.”

Being stubborn as always, Jungkook didn’t listen. He stepped forward once again, fingers grazing the waistband of Jimin’s sweatpants and slipping a finger inside. Running it along the band, he pulled it sharply, dragging Jimin towards him in the blink of an eye. His finger stayed there, pulling it back even further, eyes dipping to see what’s beneath, before watching it snap back into place. Eyes left a burning trail on his skin as they traveled down, landing on the bulge in his pants that Jimin would swear up and down wasn’t a semi. 

But how could someone blame him when his boyfriend was Jeon Jungkook?

“Let me help you undress.”

“Always so helpful…” Jimin’s words trailed out as Jungkook lowered himself to the ground. He settled on his knees so that his face was perfectly in line with Jimin’s crotch.

Immediately Jimin’s fingers reached up to run through the youngest’s hair, tugging a few strands, just the way he knew Jungkook liked it. 

He looked perfect like this- wide eyes and pretty pink mouth staring up at him while settled on his knees. It was a sight Jimin didn't get to see very often, but appreciated immensely when he did.

Jungkook peered up, a smirk on his lips and a glint in his eyes that told Jimin everything he needed to know– something was definitely happening tonight. Whether he planned it or not.

But being the menace he was, he would draw it out for as long as he could. 

Shivers ran cold through his spine as the material of his pants dragged down his skin. It was slow, torturously slow, as Jungkook pulled them down inch by inch, his lips following its trail. Alternating from one leg to the other, he left wide, open mouthed kisses that left a string of saliva every time he moved away.

Jimin couldn’t tear his eyes from the sight before him. Not as his sweats fell to his ankles and Jungkook took a hold of his thighs, roughly kneading the flesh before diving in and nuzzling his head into them. It was intoxicating to look at him, his boyfriend on the floor, ready to please him- reading to help him relax.

Jungkook paused, his eyes scanning over his body and making Jimin's fingers twitch with anticipation. He was impatient, it was a known fact to anyone in his life. But times like this, when Jungkook decided to play a teasing game, he became the most impatient. There was just one last obstacle in the way before he could feel a release, one last thin pair of boxers that covered him.

“Just take them off.”

“Is someone growing needy?”

Jimin huffed. “I explicitly remember you being the one that wanted to start something.”

Jungkook cocked his head to the side. His eyes burned into Jimin’s as a slow, tantalizing smirk worked onto his lips. “Well then… let’s not wait. Shall we?” 

And then, without warning, his boxers were tugged down in one swift motion. Jimin nearly moaned when the cool air touched his cock, but he bit his lip, a hiss leaving instead. His fingers dug into the muscles of Jungkook’s shoulders, eyes slipping closed for half a second before they were shooting open again when his boyfriend took a hold of him. 

“Jungkook,” Jimin moaned, back arching off the wall as the hand gripping him moved. It was dry, the movement bumpy, but it felt heavenly after such a teasing car ride. But he could be a tease too. “Jungkook, the bath. It’s going to get cold.”

Jungkook raised an eyebrow, the piercing nestled in his skin glimmering in the light. “You really want to stop this and take a bath?”

Jimin bit his lip. No he didn’t, but he couldn’t give up so easily. “My muscles hurt from the show so I was looking forward to soaking them in the bath.”

Without a care, Jungkook flicked his wrist. The hold on Jimin’s cock tightened as fingers squeezed around the base. Once, twice– three times Jungkook flicked his wrist, dipping his thumb into the sensitive slit. 

His head hit the wall as he threw it back, a moan tumbling from his lips. With each sinful movement of the younger’s wrist, his body jerked, leaning forward for more. His hands tried to push Jungkook away, albeit weakly and without much force. He didn’t want it to end but at the same time he wanted to whatever game Jungkook was playing.

“Kook-ah,” he was breathless as the other continued to stroke him unrelentingly. “Jungkook, stop.”

“Are you sure?” Lips brushed his hip bone, placing a kiss there and teeth nipping at the skin. 

Jimin nodded, not trusting his voice that was sure to betray him. When he opened his eyes and looked down at his boyfriend, still sitting prettily on his knees, he nearly wanted to take it back. Wanted forego the bath and head straight to the bedroom. 

But he didn’t.

“Okay,” just like that Jungkook let go. Jimin’s, now hard, cock rested on his stomach, angry and red. A painful reminder of how Jimin's brattiness could get him into trouble. 

Jungkook stood up, backing away from Jimin who was trying to catch his breath, and dipped his hand into the bath. It was infuriating how unaffected he seemed, not a bulge in sight when Jimin’s eyes went searching. 

Jimin scoffed. That was nearly enough to make him lose his own arousal. 

“It’s still warm. You should get in now so you can still relax.”

He was pissed. He'd asked for it, yet he's still surprised that Jungkook let him go that easily. The car ride over had been full of small touches, too small to be catch by a stray eye, but enough for Jimin to get the point. Jungkook was a tease.

 As he went to step over the edge, he watched Jungkook out of the corner of his eye. He saw the way his tongue poked inside his cheek as he stepped back and took a look a his naked body. He saw the small twitch of his nose and the way he licked his lips before he walked closer and offered his hand to help him step in. He was all too aware of the eyes watching his bare skin, but at the same time he thrived under the attention. When he finally stepped in, he sank into the water, eyes closing in bliss as it kissed his muscles and began to loosen them in seconds. 

The hand holding his own squeezed before letting go and his eyes flew open to see Jungkook walking away. 

“Where do you think you’re going?”

Jungkook stopped. He spun around on his heels, the smirk that had been on his lips slowly removing itself as he came face to face with his boyfriend again. His eyes widened, something he did when he was trying to play innocent. “I’m going to set out our clothes and then I’ll be back.”

Jimin squinted his eyes suspiciously as he gave a wink and walked away. The younger was always up to something. He always had something up his sleeve and he was curious as to what it was this time. 

Deciding not to worry about it, Jimin leaned his head back on the towel Jungkook lovingly rolled up and placed on the edge of tub for him. His body felt relaxed as it sank lower and lower into the water until it was reaching his chin. He was so lost in his head that he didn't hear Jungkook enter the room again, or even notice when he undressed. 

“Scoot up for me, Hyung.” 

Without opening his eyes, Jimin leaned forward. His arms circled around his knees, resting his head on them as Jungkook got in behind him. Muscular thighs slipped around him, caging him in. He was tugged back by The grip on his shoulders until he was resting again, this time on Jungkook’s chest. 

“Mhm…” Jimin made his pleasure known with the lower rumble of his voice. Strong hands trailed down his arms and made their way to his torso, lightly brushing across. 

He held his breath as fingertips barely brushed the skin. Muscles tightening on instinct and small goosebumps appearing in their wake. With his eyes closed, his senses were on overdrive, aware of every point of contact his and Jungkook’s body held. 

“Feeling relaxed?”

“Very.”

Jungkook’s hands continued to explore, making their way to his thighs where they ran up and down the skin beneath the water. 

“Mhm… you still feel tense to me.” Lips kissed the back of his shoulder. They nipped and sucked on the area, most likely turning the skin red for everyone to see at the next show. 

Jimin rolled his head to the side, giving Jungkook more access to continue his assault. “It’s going to take more than a bath to work out these knots.” 

“I have a few ideas.”

“Do you, now?” 

“My fingers are magical.” 

Jimin could feel the smirk on Jungkook’s lips as they drug across the skin. It sent a bolt of excitement down his spine, even more goosebumps rising on his porcelain skin. He couldn’t help the way his body curled in on itself, subconsciously leaning back on his boyfriend’s chest even more. 

“And where do you plan on putting said fingers?” His self control was weakening. His body was drowning in desire, a mantra of want, want, want playing in his head. He wanted to reach back, take a hold of Jungkook’s hands and place them on his cock once again. But his own hands refused to move. 

“Anywhere you want, baby.” 

Teeth took a hold of his earlobe, nipping at it and tugging until Jungkook was pulling it into his mouth. Lips parted in a silent moan. He was doing into overdrive, so stunned to every touch the younger was giving him. His hands twitched where they lay under the water, on top of Jungkook’s thighs. 

“What if I said I wanted them on my back?”

“Mhmm.” Jungkook moved his hands up his thighs, a slow tortuous drag up his skin until he was grazing over his sides, thumbs pressing into the dimples of his lower back. “Where else?”

A moan was trapped deep in Jimin’s throat as Jungkook applied just the right amount of pressure on his back. He was thumbing at one of his most sensitive spots, the spot Jungkook took a hold of when he was pounding into him from behind. 

“M-my shoulders. Could use a massage there…” His voice was a whisper of air. He didn’t hold the control anymore (not that he ever did) and it was blatantly obvious. 

With a ghost of a touch, the hands on his back moved up. Fingers drug along the dry skin of his back, leaving drops of water in their wake. Another shiver was sent through his body, and this time it was big enough for Jungkook to notice.

“Getting cold, Baby?”

Jimin shook his head. “No.”

“Mhm, you sure? We can always step out and go to bed.” 

With his head leaned back on Jungkook’s shoulder, he could see the teasing smile that sat on his lips as he looked at him. The glint in his eye was still there, though much darker now that his pupils were dilated with want. 

“No, I wanted a bath. I’m fine.” He didn’t sound too convincing. He couldn’t even convince himself. 

Why was he holding out now of all times? 

To be a brat. That’s why. 

Jungkook leaned down and captured his lips. It was sudden, causing Jimin to gasp and open his mouth. Easier access for the younger to slide his tongue in easily. It got the desired reaction, Jungkook moaning when he did, hands coming up to grip his jaw, opening it wider with pressure from his fingers. When their tongues met, they curled around each other, a dance they’d danced for so long. Jimin’s arm wrapped around Jungkook’s neck, fingers moving into his hair and pulling him down impossibly closer. 

Jungkook explored his mouth like he’d never tasted it before. Their kiss was more tongue and teeth than it was lips by how wide their mouths were open. They wanted all of each other, every inch they could reach. 

“Where else?”

Jimin whined. 

Jungkook’s hands traveled all over his body– down his arms, over his legs, up his neck, over his torso. They never landed where Jimin needed him the most. He was waiting. Waiting for Jimin to tell him what he wanted to hear. 

“Where else, Baby?”

He pulled at the hair on the nape of Jungkook’s neck. His whines grew louder when he was denied a kiss, Jungkook pulling back at the last second. 

“Where else? Tell me.”

“Jungkook, please…” Jimin was being too prideful. He didn’t want to explicitly say what he wanted, he wanted Jungkook to just do it. 

But that’s never how it worked with Jungkook. 

“Tell me.” 

His lips sucked a mark behind Jimin’s ear. Pulling the skin between his lips until he was sure blood was rushing to the surface. Yet another mark for everyone to see. 

Jimin’s resolve broke when Jungkook reached up and pinched a nipple between his fingers. “On me. On my cock, please. Please, Jungkook.” His words were rushed, leaving his lips in a string of words that he wasn’t sure made complete sense. 

But his body was on fire and he couldn’t wait any longer. He needed Jungkook. Now. 

“There it is…” The words were whispered in his ear. His tongue reached out to lick the shell of it, pulling back to plant kisses along his neck. “Like this?”

Finally Jungkook took a hold of him, reaching beneath the water and wrapping his fingers around his length. The fire his body had been surrounded by a minute before was now turning into an icy burn that captured him entirely. Hips jerked as Jungkook took his cock into his hand, unmoving. Just teasing the slit and watching Jimin unravel in his grip. 

“Remember, tell me, baby. Use your words or I won’t know how to please you.”

Jimin moaned. His hips moved uselessly upwards again, searching for the friction that Jungkook’s hand was denying him. He knew he could speed this along by doing what Jungkook said, but part of him wanted to keep up his brattiness. 

“P-please..”

“Ahhh, there are those words.” Jungkook had his head tucked in the crook of Jimin’s neck. “Why don’t you use them to tell me exactly what you want?” His grip on Jimin tightened, slowly dragging up and down. The water sloshed around from how much Jimin was moving, desperately trying to gain more friction himself. 

His body withered in Jungkook’s hold, hands grabbing the younger’s thighs tightly. Nails duh into the skin, creating crescent shaped dents, but Jungkook didn’t seem to mind. He was focused solely on making him come apart. 

“Just like that.” Authority wasn’t something Jimin shied away from in the bedroom. But on nights like these, when Jungkook had him like putty in his hand, the words felt foreign on his tongue. “Please- ngh… god. Jungkook, yes like that.”

Jungkook quickened his pace, sloshing the water in his wake as he feverishly worked Jimin up until he was thrashing around. His hand wrapped fully around his cock, grasping him so firmly that Jimin could’ve just come from that feeling alone. But mixed with his teasing thumb that dipped into his slit and the other hand that moved to cup his balls, he could feel his release just inches away. Just a little more...

“Jungkook…” His moans were drawn out and high pitched as they bounced along the walls of the bathroom. 

It was a tell-tale sign he was close. And maybe that’s why Jungkook stopped his movements and gripped him tightly at the base of his cock. 

“What the hell?”

Breaths left his lips in large huffs as he craned to find his boyfriend’s face. He was reeling from the fact that he was denied an organism, even though the man holding him had been determined all night to pull one from him. 

“Up you go.” Jungkook ignored his question, opting to push him onto his feet instead. 

“No, Jeon Jungkook. What the hell?” Standing in the tub, he turned around, hands on his hips and furry in his eyes. “You’ve been teasing me all night and then you finally start to get me off and then you cut off my orgasm? How is that supposed to help me relax? ”

Standing up as well, Jungkook placed his hands on Jimin’s waist and pulled him in for a kiss. “If you’d get out of the tub and go to the bedroom you’d find out how I’m going to help you relax."

“Oh…” 

Heat bloomed on Jimin’s face when Jungkook pulled away. He was being teased, excessively he would say, but that was the name of the game. And apparently the only game Jeon Jungkook knew how to play.

They opted to leave behind the towels, Jimin was too eager to get to the bedroom to dry off. He began pulling Jungkook towards the door, nearly slipping on the tile floor as he rushed. But the younger had other plans. 

Grabbing him by the waist, Jungkook slung him over his shoulder. The shriek that left Jimin’s mouth had Jungkook laughing as he dropped him onto the bed, bouncing when he landed. 

“Tonight is all about you, baby.” 

He watched as Jungkook got on the bed, crawling over him and caging him within his arms like he was prey. His hands went up, circling around his neck as he got to eye level and tugged lightly to get him closer. He always wanted him closer. Could never have enough. 

“It’s always about me.” A teasing smile formed on his lips and he cutely turned his head to the side. 

“Mhm,” Jungkook hummed. “I’d like to hear you joking like that when you have this vibrator up your ass.”

“What?”

The shock must have been obvious on his face by the way the younger’s smirk deepened. His eyebrow raised, that taunting piece of jewelry catching Jimin’s eye yet again before he was turning back to the matter at hand. 

Did Jungkook just say… vibrator? 

“You heard me, baby.” 

He dipped down, lips capturing the pink bud of Jimin’s nipple while he let it sink in. Because yes, Jungkook most definitely said vibrator. And he most definitely said it was going in his ass. 

“I’ve never… I mean we’ve never…”

“Time to try something new.” 

He didn’t wait for a protest, not like it would have done much, as his lips trailed down his naked torso. All Jimin could do was throw his head back, moans littering his lips as his hands stayed in his boyfriend's hair for as long as he could reach it. Lips pressed soft kisses into his hip bone, alternating sides at each peck that was placed. 

It was a nice distraction for the cold, lubed finger that prodded at his hole the next second. 

“Jungkook,” Jimin gasped. 

His gasp soon turned into a moan, though, when the finger sank deep into him and curled. Jungkook knew what he was doing, knew he was pulling him apart piece by piece as he twisted the digit inside him before pulling it out and slamming it back in. 

“Does that feel good, hyung?”

He couldn’t keep his eyes open to look at the heavenly sight of Jungkook between his legs. The pleasure building up and the lost orgasm from earlier was proving to be difficult to manage. And it only got harder when a second finger entered him. 

“Tell me.”

“Yes- god, yes! S-so good, Kook-ah.” The silk sheets bunched around his body as he arched his back, moving further down the bed to take Jungkook’s fingers deeper. “Oh…oooh– right t-there…”

Nuzzling his face into Jimin’s thigh, Jungkook nipped and sucked a bruise into the skin as he listened to the sweet moans spill from the boy below him. He moaned as a string of praises fell from Jimin’s lips, going straight to his own cock. Jimin was falling apart in his grasp–quite literally. Every flex of his fingers had the boy moaning, toes curling, and legs falling open wider. 

“I think you’re ready.” 

A whine filled the air when the fingers were removed. The cold air pierced his skin, goosebumps rising in the wake. He was so close. It wouldn’t be a surprise if he came just from Jungkook’s voice at this point. 

“Relax for me.”

“I thought that’s what all of this was for?”

A sharp pinch to his thighs had him glaring at the younger who was looking back at him with just as much fire. The teasing atmosphere of the room never left, causing smiles to break out on their faces when their eyes met. 

“Okay fine then. Have it your way…” 

He felt the cold prod of the toy at his entrance just as Jungkook took one hand and push his knee closer to his chest. He gasped, feeling it slowly slide in and stretch his walls with a delicious burn. 

“More, more, more, more…” 

His hands came up to pull his leg closer to his chest. He needed something to hold onto but he also wanted to give the younger more access. He needed to feel the stretch, even if everything had started from wanting to specifically relax his muscles. 

His body convulsed when Jungkook stopped, the toy nestled right up next to his prostate, teasing him even when it was turned off. Jungkook kept it there, applying pressure and rubbing it against his sweet spot all while Jimin dropped his jaw open in a silent moan. 

“Mhm…” Words were foreign to him right now, to blissed out to form a coherent sentence. 

He didn’t even realize how relaxed his muscles were, no longer screaming in pain like before… however screaming in a different kind of stretch. 

Without warning, the toy turned on and with it came a loud scream that Jimin was sure could be heard on the streets of Seoul. 

“Goddam- ngh!... Fuck! You, Jeon Jungkook!” Each word was interrupted by a series of moans, cutting them off into fragments in the air. 

“Mhmm, maybe tomorrow, hyung.” Infuriatingly, the smirk Jungkook gave him spread across his lips, deepening to the point that his dimple poked out. He licked his lips as his eyes took in the sight before him– Jimin clutching onto his leg for dear life, pants escaping him, and moans flowing into the air as his eyes tried desperately to stay open. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck…” Jimin let go of a litany of moans. His head dug into the soft material of his mattress before his hands were reaching out, desperately trying to grab Jungkook. He needed more, wanted more. 

“What do you want?”

“K-kiss me.”

Their lips met in a rush. Crashing together and mingling without restraint. Jimin was panting into the younger’s mouth, moans freely flowing from his lips with the way the vibrator was nestled onto his prostate. With Jungkook hovering over him, the adding pressure on his body pushed the toy deeper into him, his ass rutting down into the mattress to aid in the friction. 

He wouldn’t last like this. 

“Tell me how good it feels.”

Fingers dug into the muscles on Jungkook’s arms. “So good. So g-good, Kook-ah. Making Hyung feel s-so good!” 

“It’s not better than my fingers though, right?” As Jimin shook his head, Jungkook dipped down right by his ear. “Or my cock?”

Jimin felt that familiar coil in his stomach. Knew he could come any second now. The way the hands on him roamed his skin while his hole was abused by the constant stimulation– it was a losing game. 

And that’s what he did. He lost. 

“Oh god!” His screams reached an all time pitch as he let go, coming all over his and Jungkook’s torso. His body thrashed against the sheets, too overwhelmed with the climax that was running through his body. Tingles littered his skin as his toes curled and his cock sputtered come everywhere. 

He was spent. 

But that goddam vibrator was still going inside him. 

“Jungkook-”

“Who said you could come?”

Jimin peeled open his eyes just as the vibrator turned off. Jungkook was looking back at him, hand twisting the vibrator in his hole and then pulling it out and pushing it back inside. 

“Fuck, Jungkook. I can’t…” His head shook, eyes droopy from the intensity of the orgasm he just had. And yet Jungkook looked like he could keep going. 

“I’m not done playing, hyung.”

Despite how his body felt, a moan tore from his throat at the words and his cock twitched to life again from where it had been laying against his thigh. His body always betrayed him when it came to Jungkook. Like it listened to his commands rather than the Jimin's own. 

“I’m going to turn this back on.”

“Jungkook, I really can’t.”

The younger leaned over him. His lips pressed to his with light pecks before whispering, “you can and you will.”

The moans that left him next were littered in painful whimpers and pleasurable cries as the vibrator was turned on yet again. This time, instead of keeping it still, his boyfriend pumped it in and out, hitting his sweet spot with precision each time. 

Convulsions wracked his body each time Jungkook hit his prostate. Too sensitive to be able to take it full on again. His hands gripped Jungkook’s wrist tightly, grounding himself as the pain turned into pleasure once more. His hips began lifting from the bed, desperately trying to get away, but at the same time trying to move further down onto the toy. 

A trail of spit littered his hips as Jungkook licked from one side to the other, his hand never relenting. The vibrator was twisted, turned at an angle that it just barely missed his prostate, causing him to whine and push his hips down for more. 

But Jimin found out why Jungkook denied him that pleasure in the next second, when his lips were taking a hold of his cock and sinking down on him in one swift motion. 

“Holy shit…” Hands flew to Jungkook hair, pushing him further down to the point he knew Jungkook could handle. 

He was a mess. His hole and his cock both being used and over stimulated. 

Jungkook came up for air, rushing his words before he was taking him again. “Tell me how good I make you feel, hyung. Let me hear you.”

Jimin didn’t hold back on the praises. He knew it would fuel the younger on, a kink that he'd found in months prior. Lips spilling them out in the air, motivating Jungkook to keep going with each whispered praise. And he did just that, his tongue swirled around the head, pulling a loud moan from Jimin's lips before he was flattening it out again, bobbing his head up and down. He took him all the way to the base without choking, coming back up only to sink down again.

“You’re making hyung feel so good. Such a good boy, holy shit. You’re perfect- ngh! Fuck! I can’t last much longer.” 

At his words, Jungkook picked up the pace. His head bobbed fast and his hand pressed the vibrator right up to his prostate once more. He kept it there, adding more pressure and allowing his mouth to bring him to yet another climax. Jimin threw his head back, overwhelmed yet again to the point of screaming, but when he opened his mouth nothing came out. 

Jungkook watched him with hungry eyes. He didn’t care about the harsh grip on his hair. He cared about the way he was making the boy beneath him twist and turn with pleasure so intense that he didn’t know how to handle himself. 

“Fuck! You’re amazing.” 

Jungkook moaned at the words, the vibrations wrapping around Jimin’s cock and sending him into his second orgasm of the night. 

The scream he’d wanted to let out second prior finally pushed past the invisible barrier. It filled the room, screams echoing off the walls, making their own praise for Jungkook. His back arched off the bed, muscles pulling taut and fingers pulling the hair it gripped as he spilled into Jungkook’s waiting mouth. 

His breaths were labored, chest rising and falling and eyes fluttering as he came back to reality. The muscles that were hurting before, now lying there without the ability to move. He didn’t even notice when the vibrator turned off, too far gone in his own head. 

Jungkook moved up his body, coming into view where he was staring at the ceiling with glazed over eyes. His smile was soft, like he hadn’t just fucked the life out of him minutes before with just a vibrator and his mouth.  

“How are you feeling?”

He didn’t think he had the ability to form words, but he tried nonetheless, even if they came out slurred. “Amazing. Fuck.”

Jungkook hummed. He laid down beside Jimin, wrapping him in his arms and pulling him onto his chest. Lips kissed his nose, then his temple, finally landing on his forehead. 

“Well… are you relaxed now?”

“Fuck you.”