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Jimin is warm, so warm; he can feel the stark contrast between the temperatures around him. The warm furnace beneath his head breathes a steady rhythm, and there’s an arm is draped lazily over his hip, hand lightly caressing a pattern on the exposed small of his back. The other hand rests above his head where it lightly scratches at his scalp. His body enveloped, surrounded by the warmth of the thick, heavy down comforter. Jimin can feel the harsh, chilled temperature of the room around him every time he breaths in, cold air traveling in to leave his nose even colder than it was the last breath, but Jimin doesn't mind; he loves this kind of weather, this time of year. It's always been his favorite, even more so over the past few years.
He is somewhere on the plane that exists between snug sleep and consciousness, aware of what's going on around him, but much too comfortable to even attempt an interaction. He can feel soft vibrations, low rumbles, travel from the body below his, and the words nestle themselves somewhere inside his heart. While Jimin can't fully comprehend what is being spoken to him, he can feel the warmth radiating from words seep deeper and deeper into his soul as they filter their way through the haze.
His mind begins drifting away from the present, to think back to quite a few winters ago; when he first entered his dance academy, Jimin had been, keeping quietly to himself. He did as he was told, and practiced until he couldn't push himself any further. Eventually, over time, he found himself in a small group of friends who helped push him just a little bit further with his dancing. Although he’s not as close to those friends as he used to be, he's still thankful for all that they did for him; they pushed him to compete in all those class dance offs, cheered him on, convinced him that he was good enough to enter regionals and to pursue his talent in dance. Even if that had meant moving to Seoul and losing touch, he's still so, so thankful to them.
When Jimin received his acceptance to a university in Seoul with an prodigious performing arts program, he didn't think his life could get any better, only it did; and Jimin knows just how lucky he has been in life and he makes sure to remind himself of that sometimes. He found six people that he wouldn't trade for anything, one of them being, as cliche as it sounds, the love of his life.
Before Jimin’s mind can travel any further, the hand on the small of his back makes its way up his spine, across his shoulder, only to stop. A palm rests on his exposed cheek, and a thumb makes small strokes across his bottom lip.
“Jimin…”
“Jiminie…”
He feels the hand in his hair drag back through his blond strands, applying more pressure, seemingly in hopes to drag him back into a coherent state. Jimin lets out a small, involuntary noise that sounds like a cross between a groan and a squeaky whine; but he still can't find it in himself to open his eyes yet. The body beneath him begins to canter up and down, slightly jarring him from his comfortable position while airy chuckles fill the blissful silence that possess the room. “Jiminie~” the singsongy voice mingles with the chuckles that are still escaping.
His eyes flutter, trying to adjust to the morning light that filters in through the window’s open curtains, bathing the champagne walls in a soft, light blue tone. The light reflects off the pale, gossamer fabric draped over the towering bed posts, which sit at each corner of the bed. His eyes begin to travel the expanse of chest that is laid out before him, up to the soft expression that adorns Hoseok’s face, and it affects him more than he thinks should be possible.
Jimin gives a small smile and takes a deep breath through his nose, which feels like a cube of ice sitting on his face. Moving his head from it's still somewhat comfortable position, he turns, and buries it in the juncture between smooth, warm neck and sharp, welcoming collarbone. He rests his forehead against his boyfriend's juncture, and he can't help but let out a giggle at the shocked squeak that leaves Hoseok’s throat from the cold pressure. His eyes crinkle into little crescents as he burrows his frozen nose further into the warm neck, planning to doze off again.
“Come on, love. Let me see that gorgeous smile of yours.” Hoseok’s hand has found its way to Jimin’s chin, and is now running soothing lines across the younger’s jaw. Jimin thinks for a second, before lifting his head to meet Hoseok’s eyes, unable to contain his smile. Hoseok smiles right back, his light pink, heart-shaped lips forming a suggestive smirk that sets Jimin’s own heart racing. Hoseok knows it only takes one small, provocative gesture, comment, or look to get his heart to kick into overdrive. He once told Jimin that he teases him so much because he loves the flushed expression that briefly flashes across Jimin’s features before he becomes all eye smiles, blushing face and giggles, though Hoseok has said he loves that part, too.
Jimin, still propped up on Hoseok’s chest, finds himself taking in all of the features his face has to offer; from his bright, welcoming eyes with a hint of heat tinged around the edges, to the smooth slope of his nose. The same nose that Jimin often finds himself slowing tracing with the tip of his own when Hoseok is holding himself above him, breathlessly panting out a mixture of Jimin’s name and praises that make his heart soar. The upward pull of Hoseok’s cheeks seem to be a permanent smile, just for Jimin, and the small, light freckle that rests on the edge of his warm, inviting lips; is often a target for Jimin’s sleepy, drunk, or playful kisses.
Jimin meets Hoseok’s eyes once more, and notices his gaze is beginning to visibly darken; it sends rushing heat to pool in his lower abdomen. His eyes fall to focus on inviting lips, not noticing his own breath hitching in his throat or the tip of his tongue running across his bottom lip (a habit he wasn’t aware he had until one day, Hoseok backed him into a wall and thoroughly educated him on his bad habit ) Jimin does, however, feel the scorching trail that Hoseok’s eyes leave behind as they make their way to his lips, then back up to take in his own distracted gaze.
He doesn't even notice himself close the distance between them until his lips are pressed against slightly warmer ones. Parting his lips, his breath still caught in his throat, he brings his head further forward to deepen the kiss. Two hands find themselves resting against either side of Jimin’s face,thumbs stroking across the top globes of his cheeks. The elder pulls Jimin slightly more into him, slanting his nose further around Jimin’s, intensifying the movement of lips. Just as Jimin’s tongue darts out to meet the other’s mouth, Hoseok pulls away, enticing a whine from the almost panting Jimin.
“Jimin,” Hoseok’s forehead rests against his, and his voice has gone to that deep, breathless octave that always seems to trigger something in the pit of Jimin’s stomach, causing all the butterflies to rush out in one quick whoosh.
Jimin meets Hoseok’s gaze, he never tires of seeing that deep seated affection that is always present when Jimin is in his sights. Their friends often tease Jimin about how oblivious he had been back when they first fell into the same friends circle; but to be completely honest, Jimin had always been too busy trying to keep his own stares (that were totally not directed at Hoseok) from being discovered, to even notice another set of eyes on him.
When ones best friends happen to be, at most, exuberant on a good day, this sense of self preservation develops and that becomes somewhat of a habit. While Jimin is sure he could have lived through Taehyung and Jungkook’s constant taunting of his love stricken heart, (doesn't mean they still didn't find something to tease him about on a daily basis) it sure made his life a whole hell of a lot easier at the time to keep it a secret. Jimin was happy to wallow in his own inner turmoil for a while until the pair finally broke him down with the promise of secrecy (Jimin didn't fall for this one) and a lot of kimchi jjigae, sent directly from Taehyung’s grandmother (who makes the best kimchi dishes Jimin has ever tasted.)
“Love, look out the window,” Jimin’s face pulls a slight pout at the now almost normal pitch of Hoseok’s voice. Reluctantly, he pulls his gaze from Hoseok’s face as the elders hands drop to rest on Jimin’s bare back. His eyes land on the window, blinking a few times to bring the bleary brightness into focus. Jimin’s eyes widen and a smile stretches its way across his face. He immediately scrambles his way up and off Hoseok’s chest, climbing over him to get closer to the window. Jimin hears a faint ‘ oof ’ escape the elders mouth, probably because Jimin’s knee landed between two ribs. However, he can't find it in himself to be the least bit apologetic because of what's he sees before him.
“Hobi-hyung, it's snowing!!” He turns his now wide awake self towards Hoseok to let out the most voluminous smile he can muster, then settles himself on the edge of the bed to watch the snow fall. After a moment, he feels the bed dip and he knows Hoseok is making his way to this side of the ridiculously large bed. Hoseok places himself against Jimin’s back, arms, surrounded by blanket, wrap around his waist as he slides Jimin further back to lock them into place. Together, they are two perfectly fitting puzzle pieces.
“Yeah, the first snow,” Hoseok answers, as he places a light peck on Jimin’s temple; his arms tighten around his waist as Jimin rests his hands on top of the protective arms. Hoseok’s head finds its way onto Jimin’s shoulder, soft lips barely brush against his neck as Hoseok speaks his next thoughts.
“I know how important it is to you and how you always want to watch it,” his lips stop moving but stay pressed against Jimin’s neck. He feels Hoseok’s head dip to the side as if he's trying to think of something. Suddenly, a chuckle is vibrating its way across Jimin’s skin, creating goosebumps; they make their way down his spine to converge with the warmth that's found a home in his abdomen. “...though, I don't recall you ever telling me why, only that ‘I'll tell you one day, hyung.’ Jiminie~,” Jimin can practically feel the pout of Hoseok’s face making a slotted indent on his neck.
Jimin giggles and lets his head fall further back to rest against Hoseok’s strong shoulder. His eyes leave the window for a brief moment to look up at Hoseok’s. Jimin is sure the crookedness of his front tooth can be seen from this angle, but over the years he's learned that it doesn't bother him anymore. Deflecting his eyes back to the window, with his head still resting against Hoseok, he scrunches up his face. “Hmm... I don't know, hyung. I don't think you’ve earned it yet…” Jimin tries his very best to hold in the smile that starts to break across his face.
Hoseok cranes his neck to better face Jimin while he makes an appalled ‘YAH!’ straight into Jimin’s ear. At this, he can't help but glance at Hoseok. His nose is scrunched up, raising his top lip to show off the row of straight, bright teeth that is hidden underneath; his eyebrows are pulled together, but raised in a shocked expression. His eyes, while having a playful gleam in them, are narrowed at him in disbelief.
Jimin can't help but lose the loose hold he had on his smile as he erupts into his signature full body laughter. His hands flail around in front of himself trying to find something to latch onto; one hand comes up to rest at his face, attempting to block the airy squeaks that are expelling from his lungs. The arms around his waist tighten their hold as Jimin rocks back and forth from the sheer force of his laughter, and honestly he’s thankful for this. Without Hoseok’s hold on him he'd most definitely be sprawled out, face first, on the heated, mahogany floor right now. Hey, but at least he would still be warm.
Jimin begins to get a hold on his laughter he and feels Hoseok’s face push into the back of his neck, lips ghosting over the freckle that rests at the top of his spine. “So…” The elder’s voice has taken on that deep, promising tone again; it sends a shiver of electric heat down Jimin’s spine, rekindling the flames in his abdomen that have almost been extinguished. “...what do I have to do to earn it?” He finishes, lips brush Jimin’s skin on every word, making heat bloom it's way further down his spine. Jimin feels cool fingertips trace up and down on either side of his exposed ribs, sending shallow waves of heat across his whole body, causing his breathing to pick up.
If Jimin wasn't so aroused, he'd be in tears, trying to get Hoseok to hear his pleas over, obnoxious screams, to stop tickling him. However, Hoseok knows just how to turn the most playful of occurrences into exceedingly obscene gestures. “Hm?” Hoseok inquires into his spine; his fingers trail lower to graze teasingly over the the waistband of Jimin’s black, silk pajama bottoms. Jimin melts further into the warm chest, Hoseok barely hooks a finger under the band to skim against the elastic of his underwear.
Jimin should have known what he was getting himself into, really, he practically walked into a brick wall with that comment. If Jung Hoseok was anything, he was an opportunist, especially where Jimin was involved. He was also the living incarnation of the word ‘ tease .’ Hoseok’s hands use this opportunity (see opportunist) to slide both hands across Jimin’s hips, still under the waistband of the silk pajamas. His thumb nails scratch along the dips of his hipbones on the way to rendezvous over Jimin’s slowly hardening cock.
Hoseok cups him with one hand, the other glides further down, into his pants leg to rest on his inner thigh. Fingers dig into Jimin’s flesh as he gives it an unmerciful squeeze, Hoseok’s mouth makes a trail across the back of Jimin’s neck. He lets out a shaky gasp; the pressure on the back of his neck increases as Hoseok’s mouth drinks him in, harshly, then uses his tongue to lave over the now cherry red skin.
Jimin’s hands have the surrounding blanket fisted between his fingers, trying to ground himself, but he’s failing, miserably. All air seems to leave him as Hoseok’s thumb starts running up and down the length of Jimin’s still clothed, awakening member; the hand on his thigh gives constant, reassuring squeezes. The younger’s head lulls back, thumping against Hoseok’s clavicle as he tries to fill his lungs back up with oxygen. Hoseok nips at his collarbone, teeth lightly dragging down the skin every few mouthfuls.
Jimin can feel Hoseok’s lips pulled back into a smirk, as he works his teeth against the skin, and he is about to ask the elder just what he finds so funny about this situation, but all thoughts exit stage right. The hand that traces his length, stops, and migrates up his chest; Hoseok accidentally brushes over his nipple, up to the hollow of his throat. He hooks his hand around Jimin’s neck and turns his face to meet him in a heated kiss. Now, Jimin understands just what that smirk was trying to warn him of.
A suppressed moan leaves Jimin’s lips, beckoned out by the way Hoseok’s tongue dances across them. Hoseok pulls away, hand still holding Jimin’s jaw; which prevents him from chasing after the warm lips that just left his. Jimin opens his eyes just as Hoseok’s hold on his inner thigh tightens, causing his eyes to flutter back shut. “Hyung,” Jimin whispers. A soft ‘ ah ’ slips its way into the room as Hoseok’s hand slides further up toned thigh, fingertips skimming the length of the leg band of his boxer briefs.
“Hmm, so what about it Jimin?” Hoseok rumbles into Jimin’s ear as his nose caresses the side of his face.
“Hoseok,” Jimin has a hard time thinking straight, because of the distracting hand rubbing against his sensitive skin. “I was about to tell you, but someone...” Jimin takes in a surprised gulp of air, Hoseok’s index finger grazes the base of his bare member underneath his briefs. He takes a second to put his thoughts back together, “...but someone, decided to get handsy.” Jimin should really stop spending so much time around Hoseok; his bad puns are starting to come just a little too easily for Jimin.
Hoseok ‘tsks’ at him, matching Jimin’s half-lidded stare with a mischievous smirk. “Jiminie~” he coos. Jimin will never be able to wrap his head around how Hoseok can still be his normal, lovable, playful self while dripping this sensual aura of deep, promising passion. “That doesn’t sound very convincing to me.” Jimin lets out a high pitched moan, his head tries to fall back but there is still a hold on his jaw, the arrent volume of the moan makes his blush rush further to the surface. Hoseok’s hand surrounds his now pulsing cock, lightly tightening his grip on it then loosing his hold, only to repeat the same action. His thumb strokes the head to spread pre-cum down the length, causing another, louder vibration to leave his lungs.
“Hoseok...next door,” Jimin breaths out, trying to think clearly through the densening fog. Hoseok’s mouth is at his ear again, his hand holding his face but his thumb traces light patterns against soft skin. From the proximity of Hoseok’s mouth, Jimin can feel the labored puffs of air dancing out to brush across his neck; each breath seems to send a new wave of warmth running though him. One of Hoseok’s hands begins to slowly stroke Jimin’s shaft; the other hand’s index and middle finger run back and forth across Jimin’s bottom lip. He can’t stop his tongue from darting out between parted lips every few strokes to greet his finger tips.
“All those moans last night weren’t from a ghost haunting our suite, Jiminie~” Hoseok replies sweetly. The hand wrapped around Jimin’s length increases its movements while the hand holding his jaw smooths its way back down his chest to tweak Jimin’s nipples. A moan catches in his throat, his head feels too heavy with pleasure to hold up any longer; it's falls back to rest against Hoseok’s shoulder. Jimin is too lost in bliss, in large, smooth hands working him over to process what’s being said. It's not until, Hoseok stops stroking him, that he is forced to function again. Jimin breathes out a displeased whine, begging him to start moving again, or something.
“What moans? I don't remember any moans, Hoseok-hyung.” Jimin answers out. Come to think of it, he doesn’t really remember anything past the few hours after meeting up with the others in the hotel bar.
They had all arrived to the hotel within a few hours of each other, all agreeing to meet at 10 p.m., (the ones who invited them all in the first place, would be the last ones to arrive. Sucks to be functioning adults in society.) They all gathered to celebrate their friends 3rd anniversary together (who were kind enough to invite the whole group out to a newly opened 5 star resort for free , how could any of them say no?) Jimin thinks hard and the last thing that is relatively clear to him is leaning on Hoseok, his arm around Jimin’s neck, as they listen to the same story trying to be told by Taehyung and Jin, at the same time, and some friendly banter going on between the two as Yoongi ordered another round of shots for the table.
“I actually don’t remember too much of last night, but from what I can recall, I think I was pretty inebriated hyung.” His eyes meet Hoseok’s as he flashes a coy smile across his features. That smile is quickly wiped off his face when he sees the look in Hoseok’s dangerously narrowed eyes. What startles him most, is the sinful smile that is set across his lips, it makes Jimin’s heart thump against his chest.
“How convenient for you that you don't remember last night,” Hoseok teases as his hands begin their menstruations again. They fall into a slow, tormenting rhythm; he emphases each sentence with a harsh jerk of Jimin’s length or a nip to his shoulder. “How you were a tease all night? How you couldn’t get comfortable in the booth so you sat in my lap, just to start swaying to the music using only your hips? Or how about the things you said you wanted me to do to you? Or worse, the things you wanted to do to me? All those promises and begging from last night, I told you I’d make you own up to them once you were sober.” Hoseok finishes with a soft kiss to his ear and Jimin is sure he is an actual ball of flames right now. He’s blushing from head to toe, even after four years of being with Hoseok, he still set him ablaze. Each thing Hoseok says, Jimin remembers.
He remembers purposely crawling into Hoseok’s lap at the table, moving his hips to the steady beat of the music, thinking of how Hoseok’s cock would hit at just the right angle in this position. How he turned around to wrap his arms around Hoseok’s shoulders. Still sitting in his lap, he told him that he wanted him to do to him: restrain him, edge him until he was actually in tears. Then Jimin said he would enjoy it the other way around, if Hoseok wanted. He remembers telling him how he wouldn't love anything more than to have Hoseok on his knees in front of him, begging Jimin to fuck him; it didn’t matter how, just as long as he did.
Sober Jimin is burning with embarrassment; he is eternally grateful to Namjoon, who had gotten a VIP booth in the bar, this way his little show, might have not been so public . Sober Jimin is also thankful to Drunk Jimin for waiting till they were alone in the booth to start his antics, and if Sober Jimin was being honest with himself, he enjoys everything Drunk Jimin does, especially when he reaps the benefits. Jimin remembers that Taehyung and Seokjin had left to woo a girl, some bet, competition or sexual tension they have between the two of them, Jimin’s not too sure, exactly, what goes on between them at this point. Namjoon, Yoongi and Jungkook had excused themselves for the night a little earlier as well, they had an early morning and a late night, Before they left, Yoongi told them to order and enjoy whatever, that everything was on the house.
“Ah,” Hoseok kisses under his ear as he slows his strokes, Jimin lets out a soft keen, he was so close ; he still needs more. Jimin’s hands let go of the wrinkled blanket and reach around him, burying both hands in Hoseok’s hair, soft, dark strands trapped between clenched fists. “Now you remember what a tease you were being...but I wonder if you remember the best part…” Hoseok’s voice is, deep, husky and barely above a whisper. “Do you remember what you said when we got into the room?”
“I think you’ll have to remind me.” Jimin says before he thinks, his face burning with even more embarrassment than he thought possible.
Hoseok coos at him again, “Awh, baby. Are you embarrassed?” A dark chuckle spills past his lips, “You have good reason to be.” Jimin’s hands automatically tighten their grip in Hoseok’s hair to prepare himself for what's next. The hand around his aching member, teases his head in random strokes, Hoseok’s nose brushes up and down the column of his neck as he speaks.
“When we made it back to the room, our friends next door seemed to already be having their fun. I thought they were torturing poor Jungkookie, the sounds he made, but you had other things to say. We didn’t even take off our shoes before you had me backed against the adjoining wall, grinding against me, panting in my ear about how close you were, how good my thigh felt.” The hand around him has a steady rhythm now, Jimin’s back arches and he turns his head toward Hoseok,his eyes barely open; he gives weak kisses to whatever skin he can get his lips on.
“Pay attention...” Hoseok demands softly, moving just out of the range of Jimin’s lips; his hands still tug at his dark locks. Hoseok cups Jimin’s jaw again, making their eyes meet. “...this is the best part.”
“Hoseokie, do you hear Jungkook, how pitiful he sounds?”
“Lets show them what it should sound like.”
“Let them know how well I beg, how thoroughly you fuck me.”
“I can, I have, been much louder.”
“Take me right here hyung, up against this wall.”
“Poor Jungkook, he needs both Namjoon and Yoongi hyung’s dicks to be satisfied. Me, I only need yours.”
Jimin closes his eyes, saying those words to Hoseok is one thing, but having Hoseok say them back to him, in that octave, is torture. His head is reeling with the memories now, how he backed Hoseok into the wall. Him, taking Hoseok’s hand and placing it over the bulge in his pants; he ground himself against the hard thigh as best as he could in his drunk state. Sober Jimin really tries to find it in himself to hate how shameless Drunk Jimin is, but he can’t.
“Hoseok, what happened next?” Jimin’s eyes open after he breaths out the question. Hoseok is smiling sweetly at him, teeth framed by a warm, pink heart. The smile has Jimin's heart constricting in his chest. Hoseok removes his hand from around Jimin, waistband popping back into place, Jimin mwels in protest; his hands pull at Hoseok’s hair. Jimin hears him wipe his hand on the sheets, then the back of his hand starts caressing his ribcage. Hoseok’s brushes Jimin’s as he moves closer to his plush lips, almost kissing him as he whispers to him.
“I pushed you onto the bed, undressed you, kissed every bit of exposed skin I could reach,” Jimin goes still as he anticipates the next words; his breath is stuck in his throat, heat coiling in his belly. Hoseok is so close that he goes cross eyed trying to look at his mouth as the next words form on his sculpted lips. “You were splayed out, so welcomingly on the bed for me begging me to fuck you. So, I laid myself above you...then I kissed you goodnight and jerked off in the shower.”
Jimin is momentarily frozen as he tries to process what Hoseok said. Hoseok pulls back from him, hand still holding his jaw, but he is giving Jimin a beaming smile.
“Hyung!” Jimin exclaims as his hands leave Hoseok’s hair and he twists from his grasp to rest on his knees, face to face with Hoseok. “I can’t believe you!” His hands push against Hoseok’s chest, then he is (lightly) hitting him on the bicep. Jimin tries his hardest to be mad at him for ruining the atmosphere like that, but it’s really hard with that damn bright ass smile on his face.
Hoseok is full on laughing now, clapping his hands as he looks at Jimin, still with that endearing gleam in his eyes, which sends a small wave of want through his body. Jimin can't help but pull a pout and chuff out an angry breath as his arms cross over his chest, turning his head away from Hoseok.
“Jiminie~” Hoseok sings out, stretching his arms out to grab at Jimin, but he dodges out of the way, crawling around the elder towards the middle of the bed. He flashes Hoseok a playful smile over his shoulder as he scrambles away, but he doesn’t get too far. Hoseok’s arms wind around him as his screeching laughter fills the room. He pulls him back towards him but moves out of the way for Jimin to fall onto the bed. Before Jimin’s back even hits the mattress, Hoseok is throwing a leg over Jimin’s hips and sitting on his thighs, hands resting on his hips.
“Love, don’t be mad.” Hoseok smiles out as his hands drag up Jimin’s toned stomach,muscles twitching in their wake, to rest on his chest. Hoseok leans in to nuzzle at his neck.
“I’m not.” Jimin still has a pout on his lips but his hands are smoothing down Hoseok’s warm back, over his hips, to squeeze on the side of his thighs. Hoseok makes a ‘ hm ’ sound against his throat, he turns his head to give Hoseok more skin to touch. Hoseok grinds his hips against Jimin’s, slowly working them both to full hardness again. Jimin’s lips part with a gasp as Hoseok lips cover the dip above his collarbone and begins to mark him; he turns the surrounding skin a deep burgundy.
“Let me make it up to you, yeah?” He continues to grind his hips. He lets out a groan into Jimin’s skin each time Jimin’s hips jump up to meet his. Jimin’s hands slip under the cool, teal silk of Hoseok’s pajama bottoms; he reaches to grope his cheeks and he shouldn’t be surprised to find that Hoseok isn’t wearing any underwear, typical. Hoseok moves to cover Jimin’s mouth with his own as Jimin massages his ass. Jimin is distracted with their dancing tongues, he doesn’t notice Hoseok shifting until he feels a thigh grinding against his crotch. He’s moans into Hoseok’s mouth, thrusting up to meet his boyfriend’s movements; his hands glide down to the back of Hoseok’s thighs, dragging his bottoms with them. One hand pushes the dance toned thigh against his thrusts to gain more friction.
“Hoseok. Please.” Jimin’s back arches and nails scrape across Hoseok’s bare thighs as he pushes his thigh harder to meet Jimin’s thrusts. Hoseok kisses his way down Jimin’s chest, leaving the space between the younger's thighs. Jimin is left to try and pull Hoseok back into some form of contact with him. The elders smooth hands follow his trail of kisses, he hooks his thumbs around the waistband of Jimin’s pajamas and briefs. He teases him by alternating between small kisses or warm puffs of air against blushing skin, he brings down the smooth fabric only to release it to pop back into place. Jimin squirms underneath him, hands trying to get a grip on his hair so he can guide him to where he wants Hoseok most right now.
“Love, what do you want?” Hoseok has his grin buried into Jimin’s sharp hipbone as he begins to suck at the crevice between bone and hard thigh. Hoseok is finally focused on one spot, so Jimin is able to settle his hands into his soft strands. His grip tightens and he pulls Hoseok off of his hip, the cool air around them rushes to sooth the smoldering skin on his hip.
“Hyung,” he whispers, holding eye contact with him through half lidded eyes, that bad habit of Jimin’s coming out again as his tongue darts out in anticipation. “Please, get me off. Please.” Hoseok’s face lights up at the words, moving to place a small peck on his lips, Jimin’s hands slip down to rest on strong shoulder blades. A smile is on Hoseok’s face as he finally strips Jimin of his clothes in one harsh pull, throwing them somewhere over to his side.
“All you had to do was ask, love.” Jimin gasps as the cool air surrounds his heated erection, then an intense moan surrounds them as Hoseok’s slightly chilled fingertips begin to stroke him from base to tip. The fabric of Hoseok’s pajamas are rubbing against Jimin’s leg. Not fair, he wants to touch Hoseok too. His legs spread wider as Hoseok’s unoccupied hand travels up and down his chest, stopping at each harden nipple to tease it a little more.
Jimin’s hands wrap around Hoseok’s neck, bringing him down to melt their lips together. His mouth parts in an invitation; Hoseok explores in soft, languid motions that create a world of their own, separate from the almost frantic movement of hips and thighs. Jimin brings his knees further up to his chest, he uses his toes to hook around the band of Hoseok’s pants and drag them down his legs as far as he can. Hoseok helps him by wiggling his legs, one by one, with Jimin still gripping them until he is freed.
Hoseok pulls away, a bit breathless, as he arches an eyebrow at Jimin. Jimin, just as breathless, returns Hoseok’s unasked question with a beaming grin. That endearing expression washes over Hoseok’s face and Jimin finds himself smothered in kisses: from his forehead, to his eyelashes, his cheeks, chin, nose until lips are finally hovering above his. Hoseok’s eyes bore into his and Jimin instinctively tightens his arms that are around his neck. “Damn, I love you.” Hoseok seals the words with an affectionate kiss, hand slowly pumping Jimin in time with the movements of their tongues. “How do you want it, love?”
Jimin hooks his ankles together behind Hoseok’s smooth thighs. “Both of us...you...together,” he pants. He can’t get his words to come out right because Hoseok is teasing his head and running the pad of his thumb down the underside of Jimin’s cock. Jimin hopes he understands what he wants. Hoseok pulls away and a small smile graces his lips, Jimin’s eyes close in relief because he understands, Hoseok alway knows what he wants or needs. The bed dips and Jimin is left feeling light and lonely without the press of Hoseok against him; his eyes blink open to watch Hoseok grab a bottle from their travel bag. He’s back on the bed, hips aligned with his, before Jimin can really feel cold.
As the lube is being warmed up between Hoseok’s palms, Jimin bucks his hips upwards to try and begin some sort of friction. Hoseok squeezes his thighs around Jimin’s to still him. “Hyung, hurry.” Jimin knows he sounds desperate, because he is. He just wants to feel Hoseok against him, cum together and maybe be able to get some more morning cuddles in before they have to meet with everyone.
Hoseok shushes him with a kiss as his hands glide over Jimin’s cock to spread lube, all the way down to the base. Jimin tangles his fingers back into Hoseok’s hair to deepen the kiss. His mouth opens with a gasp, Hoseok dips his hips to meet Jimin’s, hard lengths brushing against each other. Hoseok’s tongue slips past his lips, and Jimin noticed after the first time they really shared a kiss, that Hoseok rolls his tongue like he rolls his hips: controlled, teasing and always leaves him asking for more. Jimin manages to let out a whine around Hoseok’s tongue when he feels a hand wrap around both of their cocks, rubbing them together, stroking in time with the grind of Hoseok’s hips. Jimin’s hips begin to meet Hoseok’s on every upstroke. Needing air, he breaks away from the kiss as he breaths open mouth kisses along Hoseok’s jaw and down his neck, fingers lightly tugging on hair.
“Faster, Hoseok, please.” Jimin sighs into his ear, a low moan sounds out as he feels Hoseok obey him, for once . He can tell by the quickening pace of Hoseok’s hand around them that the elder is as close, if not closer, to the edge as he is. “Babe...want to come together.” In a few more strokes, Jimin is teetering on the edge; he can feel the warmth in his abdomen about to boil over. Hoseok’s thrusts are no longer in time with the movement of his wrist, the other hand that was supporting him runs up Jimin’s chest to rub over his nipples.
Jimin knows he’s about to be gone, his eyes meet Hoseok’s, and Jimin can see that he already knows, too. He’s leaning over Jimin to cover his mouth with his own, but before their lips connect, he whispers onto Jimin’s lips. “Cum for me love, you said you wanted to cum together, so cum.” With a particularly hard pinch to a nipple and a well timed stroke of his cock, Jimin cums, his moan swallowed by Hoseok. He feels, more than hears, Hoseok’s own moan of pleasure wracking through him. Jimin isn't sure how Hoseok does it, but he always manages to stroke them both though their orgasms. If it were him he wouldn’t be able to think, yet alone move, as the first wave hits him.
Hoseok’s chest is heaving above his as the elder gives the last, final strokes to both of their sensitive cocks. A smile breaks across his face as he rests his forehead against Jimin’s, removing his hand from them. Jimin loosens his grip on Hoseok’s hair, only to run his fingers through it, smiling back at him. “Hey,” he whispers.
“Hey.” Hoseok places a soft kiss against his lips once more, then he is pulling away from Jimin completely. He leans over the side of the bed, top half of him disappearing as he reaches for something on the floor. His ass is in the air and Jimin can’t control himself. He bites his lip to stifle the laugh that is trying to escape and he moves as quickly, but as softly, as he can so he doesn’t alert Hoseok. Just as Hoseok makes a “ Ah ha!” and is about to bring himself back on top of the bed, Jimin’s hand comes down with a resounding ‘smack’ against Hoseok’s ass. He bursts with laughter as Hoseok lets out a scream; he barely manages to keep himself from falling off the bed from Jimin’s scare. He is fully back on the bed in 10 seconds flat, towel in hand as he aims it at Jimin.
“PARK JIMIN!”
Jimin giggles and folds in on himself. His arms come up to protect him from the onslaught of light thumps against him caused by the towel that has now become a deadly weapon. Hoseok is above him, screaming dramatically, as he brings the towel back down, one hand on Jimin’s bicep to keep him from rolling away. “Gross, Hoseokie, the towel is covered in cum!” Jimin lets out in a puff of air as Hoseok’s full body weight collapses on top of him, flattening him further into the plush mattress underneath him.
“Was that Jimin?” He can feel Hoseok moving on top of him, his whole body wiggling as if he’s frantically looking around him. Jimin’s drawn out ‘hyung’ is muffled by the hard chest that is pressing against his face. Hoseok lifts himself up, his lips pulled into a ‘o’, eyebrows arched up as far as they can go, as he feigns surprise in finding Jimin beneath him.
“Jiminie!” He calls out, bringing both of his hands,( cum towel still in one hand) to cup his face between them. He pushes Jimin’s cheeks together to make his lips squish, then jud out like a fish. Hoseok places the best, wettest, sloppiest kisses he can muster against each of Jimin’s puffy cheeks, then lips, before Jimin’s hands are on his face. He pushes the affectionate elder back from him, squeaky laughter falls past his squished lips.
“Stop being so gross, hyung. You’re getting cum on my face, too!” Hoseok’s whole body shakes, his head thrown back in laughter; he he lets go of his cheeks, the towel falls to the bed beside Jimin’s head.
“It’s not like you haven’t had my cum on your face before, and I don’t remember you complaining about it then.” Jimin’s face and chest bloom red, he starts clawing his way out from underneath Hoseok.
“Why do I even like you?” He questions as he finally frees his lower half from Hoseok’s pinning hips. He makes his way to the head of the bed before strong arms wrap around his waist, and drags him back down onto the mattress. Hoseok rests his head against Jimin’s stomach; his arms still hold him tightly as he closes his eyes to bask in warmth radiating from Jimin’s body.
Jimin runs his hand through the dark head of hair on his stomach as his other scratches Hoseok’s back. A few minutes pass in silence, Jimin knows Hoseok is almost lulled to sleep by his soothing caresses, but he chooses to break the comfortable silence. “The reason the first snow is so important to me,” he pauses as Hoseok turns his head to lay the other side of his face, showing him that he listening. That's just another thing that always makes Jimin’s heart flutter. Anytime he has anything to say, Hoseok gives him his undivided attention, eyes solely focused on him. He always seems like he absorbs every word Jimin says and he always pins him with that comforting smile.
Which is exactly what Hoseok is doing now, that loving look in his eye and the smile that encourages him. God, Jimin hopes he looks at Hoseok the same way he looks at Jimin, he deserves it and so much more. “It's important to me because it was the first time I saw you, on the day we met, it started snowing.” Jimin continues to run his hands through the dark strands, and Jimin is nervous to say the least.
He’s never told anyone this, (okay well Sober Jimin hasn’t told anyone this. There were those few times when he went out with Jungkook and Taehyung, just to pass out in the dorm after having a major feels session with them. Jimin doesn’t know how Taehyung handled both an emotionally distraught Jimin and Jungkook at the same time . Granted it was only for about a year and a half of them running to Taehyung, who did often recruit Jin’s help when he was in town.)
While Hoseok and Jimin met during his first year of college, they didn’t officially get together until halfway through his second year. Mentioning to Hoseok about when they first met shows how Jimin had been in love with him from day one, five years ago,( even if he didn’t know it yet.)
Hoseok is brightly smiling at Jimin, his arms leave from around his waist so he can crawl up to place a soft kiss on his jaw, then rest his chin on folded hands on top of Jimin’s chest. Jimin winds his arms around Hoseok, loosely hanging them around his upper back. He is back to beaming at Jimin, “That’s adorable~” he coos out but then his smile is transforming into a pout. “I can’t believe that was the first day you saw me, Jiminie.” Jimin’s brows knit together as he pulls his mouth into a frown, trying to understand what Hoseok was saying.
“That may be the first day you saw me Park Jimin, but it wasn’t the first day I saw you. I may not be as romantic as you, I don’t remember the exact first time I saw you, but before I knew it, I was noticing you everywhere. Rushing from the arts building, to the humanities building, running out the library door or up the staircase, in too much of a hurry to wait for the elevator. You always seemed to be in a hurry. But then there were those times when I noticed you weren't in a hurry, like during your dance practice down the hall from mine, or when you would meet up with Taehyung and Jungkook for lunch at the campus cafeteria. Or just those times I’d randomly see you sitting at an empty table on campus, scrolling on your phone or studying. Before I even knew you, you became a constant figure in my life.”
Jimin’s eyes brim with tears, how did he end up with someone so sincere ? He doesn’t even catch the words that come out as whisper, “Hoseok, that's romantic as fuck .” Hoseok laughs again, his hands cup the sides of his Jimin’s face, his thumbs stroke over the warm trail of tears that are fall down his face.
“Love, don’t cry.” He rubs the tip of his nose against Jimin’s, still chuckling, but Jimin can't help that more tears fall. He brings his hands to rest identically against Hoseok’s checks and pulls him into an impulsive kiss; nothing but warm, soft, comforting lips move against his. Jimin continues to cry, never parting except for a quick gulp of air, but neither does Hoseok, not even when the kiss is becoming salty from Jimin’s tears.
The blissful moment is broken by the piercing sound of a Coldplay song filling the room. Hoseok, reluctantly, breaks away from Jimin as he wipes away at the remaining tears. He begins doing a poor, horizontal imitation of a concert perforce of the song, accompanied by ridiculous facial expressions that send Jimin into a fit of giggles. “Hyung turn your alarm off, we have to get ready to meet the others,” but before Hoseok can fully break away from him, Jimin is grabbing his hand and intertwining their fingers.
“Hey.” Jimin catches his bottom lip between his teeth, and stares at him.
Hoseok leans in, placing a kiss to Jimin’s forehead. “I love you too, Jimin.” Hoseok pulls away and Jimin thinks his heart actually misses a few beats, because yeah, Jimin does look at Hoseok the same way Hoseok looks at him, with love . Hoseok reaches for his phone, and Jimin slides off the bed to go shower. Not only is the bed ridiculously large , it's also ridiculously tall , and he’s not just saying that because of his height. Even Hoseok has to basically fall off the side of the bed to get down safely.
The room is engulfed in silence once more as Jimin makes it to the bathroom door, “Hey Jiminie.” Hoseok calls out to him before he opens it and looks over his shoulder at him. “We should shower together, you know, to conserve water and all.” Jimin gives a pointed look in return. He enters the bathroom and heads straight for the shower, bypassing the large jacuzzi tub. They will definitely use that tonight, He turns the shower on to warm up, Jimin peaks his head out of the bathroom door; he finds Hoseok sitting on the edge of the bed, typing on his phone.
“Hurry up hyung, before the water gets cold.” Jimin catches the smile that breaks out on the elder's face and he is quickly tossing his phone somewhere on the vast bed. He is already half way across the room before Jimin can even turn around. “If we’re late to lunch with everyone, I’m blaming you.”
“I’ll take all the blame, love.” he chuckles out.
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Jimin and Hoseok, in fact, are running 12 minutes late for lunch, but that's just because they couldn’t find their room key.
As they enter the hotel restaurant, they find Yoongi, Namjoon and Jungkook sitting in the VIP area, sharing a plate of fruit between the 3 of them. Each occasionally take the liberty to feed one of the others as they approach the booth. Hoseok’s head turns to Jimin with his lip pulled up in mocking disgust. “Look at them, you would think that they are celebrating their anniversary or something.” Jimin just giggles as he slides into the opposite side of the booth.
Namjoon looks away from Yoongi and Jungkook, who are having an animated conversation about bath soaps and greets them, “Oh, hey. Good morning.” He smiles, as bright as the morning sun, exposing his dimples. Jimin and Hoseok reply with a harmonious ‘Morning guys.’ as Yoongi cuts in. “About time you made it. I thought Namjoonie and Jungkookie were going to starve before you two showed up, so I had to order an appetizer before breakfast. What kind of people order a breakfast appetizer ?” Yoongi’s hands flail out around him trying understand if a breakfast appetizer is a real thing.
Jungkook and Namjoon laugh with each other, “But hyung,” Jungkook looks fondly at Yoongi with a half lipped smile. “You were the one complaining the most about how hungry you were and how you were about to march up there and pull them from the room, clothed or not.” Yoongi’s half-hearted ‘brat’ is overshadowed by Namjoon hitting the table in laughter as Jungkook falls against his shoulder to muffle his.
Hoseok just wiggles his eyebrows, “Wouldn’t be the first time, and I’m sure it won't be the last, either.” Jimin’s head drops down to hid his face in his chest, that was a mortifying memory he didn't want to remember. “Besides,” Hoseok continues, “surprisingly that actually wasn't why we were late. We couldn’t find our room key, which we actually found it in Jimin’s shoe, under the bed. I have no idea how it got there, because unlike some people, we didn’t have a wild night.” Yoongi schoffs and Hoseok raises an eyebrow to Yoongi. He raises his own in reply and suddenly Yoongi and Hoseok are having a silent conversation between the two of them that only they can decipher, both of their faces break out in a simple.
“What in the hell were you two doing this morning anyways?” Namjoon asks with a smile on his face as he puts a slice of orange in his mouth.
“All we heard were some strange ass shrieking and laughter from your room, thought I was going to have to call hotel security to save Jiminie from your manic ass.” Yoongi finishes as Jungkook nods his head in agreement.
“Well, hyung, just because you can't have fun durring sex doesn’t mean Jimin and I can’t. Besides, it’s not like you have any room to talk, hyung. I really, really don’t need to know what kind of kinks Jungkook is harboring behind that bunny smile of his. I especially don't need to know that he can take both of you at the same time .” Namjoon and Jungkook are silent now, Jungkook’s face deepens in color. Namjoon stares and worries is bottom lip while Hoseok and Yoongi stare at each other. Jimin hides a smile behind his hand. Hoseok is saved from a retort when Seokjin and Taehyung appear at the table. Hoseok and Jimin scoot future into the rounded booth to make room for them.
Yoongi is now focusing narrowed eyes on them, “And just why in the hell are you two late? Have I failed as a mentor, as a boss? You would think that as long as some of you have been working for me, I would have increased your punctuality skills.
“Well a good morning to you too, Yoongi. This is a gathering, get out of work mode for a little while.” Seokjin replied as he is waving the waiter over, then turns to look at Namjoon and Jungkook. “Did he not get laid last night? He’s extra crabby this morning, you two shouldn't be so stingy with him, he could use the stress relief.” Seokjin has a small smile decorating his almost sleep free face. “ He deals with enough at work, be a little nicer to him will you? It’s your anniversary, give it to him for once instead of taking.” He turns to look at Yoongi and winks at him; Yoongi breaks out in laughter.
“This is why I lived with you for all those years, thanks for looking after my sex life, hyung.”
Everyone starts talking at once, rude, playful snide comments thrown back between each other. “Hey, hey,” Yoongi calls out to get everyone's attention.
“Have you forgotten that I invited you on our anniversary trip, and it's my company's benefits that got you here and without a position in said company none of you would be here ?” Everyone knows that Yoongi doesn’t mean a word of it, the corner of his mouth keeps twitching into a smile and he has to force it back down. Yoongi always tells them that while it may have been Namjoon’s father’s company, it's now his; Namjoon and him may have shaped it but it takes all seven of them, together, to polish it into what he knows it can be.
Everyone is trying to stifle back their laughter when Taehyung speaks up. “Hyung, you know it wouldn't be yours if you weren't banging the boss's son!” this just makes everyone laugh harder. Jungkook’s ‘ Tae!’ filters it way through the laughter, but it's all in good fun. Everyone knows that the company and Namjoon had been completely separate in the beginning, but it still makes for the best jokes.
The waitress comes to their table and Seokjin takes over ordering an array of breakfast dishes, more than they probably need. The waitress gathers all of the menus; Taehyung and Seokjin reach to hand her the last one at the same time, but their hands brush each others and they are immediately drawing both hands back and placing them in their laps. Jimin sees the blush dusting across Taehyung's face and Seokjin is blinking, and it's not his hungry blink, it's his nervous blink, (there’s a difference.)
Jimin watches the waitress walk away and she passes by a familiar looking hall running from the VIP area. Jimin remembers through hazy details, last night while he was waiting for Hoseok to even out the tab before they left, a woman brushed past their table.She knocked some things over while trying to wipe tears from her eyes. Looking where the woman came from were two people making out, who, suspiciously, looked a lot like Taehyung and Seokjin. He wouldn't have thought anything of it if they didn't sense him looking and make eye contact with him. Everything made sense now.
“Oh my god.” The table hushes as they all look at Jimin, except Taehyung and Seokjin who seem frozen. “They totally got together last night.”
“Who?” asks a confused Namjoon.
“Tae and Jin-hyung!” Everyone turns to look at them and it's Seokjin that makes the first move.
He turns to Taehyung and whispers, (well he thinks he is,) “I told you he saw !”
“Hyung! I never said he didn't see , I said he probably wouldn't remember !” Seokjin scoffs. “Besides! He looked a little preoccupied sitting at the booth in Hoseok’s lap with his hand shoved down the front of Hoseok’s pants!” Taehyung claims as all heads turn to them.
“Hey! Don’t make this about us!”
“You know, as important as I may be. I’m not above getting reprimanded by the management for public indecency .” Yoongi states.
“You left us with whisky, unmoderated might I add, so don’t act so scandalized. And don't act so innocent yourself Mr. Closet Exhibitionest, but this isn’t about us right now, it’s about them.” Hoseok looks at Taehyung and Seokjin who aren’t meeting anyone's eye. “I can’t honestly say I’m shocked.” everyone except those two and Namjoon hum in agreement.
Small ‘Yeah’s.’ or ‘Been waiting for it.’ float across the table.
Taehyung and Seokjin’s heads jolt up and they look at each other in surprise, “What? How?”
“Hoseok, pay up.” Yoongi looks at Hoseok with his hand open expantly, accompanied by a gleaming eyes and a toothy grin.
“What? No way hyung, I won! I said they would be together before the end of the year!”
“And I said they would be together by the end of this trip . So, pay up.” Hoseok curses as he digs out his wallet, questions and comments are flying around.
“Wait, how did you know?” Namjoon’s brow is creased in confusion.
“You bet on us?” Taehyung meets Seokjin’s eye again as he asks him, “Why do we keep such shitty company, Taehyung?”
“Why didn’t you let me in on the bet!?” Jungkook is pouting against Yoongi’s shoulder, not liking that he didn't get to be apart of it.
“It’s been like three and a half years coming for you two.” Yoongi replied as he counts the money Hoseok handed to him. “Seok-Seok, you shorted me $20.”
“Damn it.” Hoseok pulls out out the rest of the money.
Seokjin asks in slightly higher pitch voice, “Three and a half years? You’ve known for that long?”
“Hey, I’m a part of this bet and since I made the first move, I’m responsible for your winnings. So you should share with me.”
“Taehyung!” Seokjin calls out to him and Taehyung just shrugs at him, “Well, it’s the truth baby cakes.” Seokjin turns red at the pet name.
Jungkook is still saying how it's not fair that he was left out, Namjoon is running back through the past years in his head. “Oh my god you are right,” he calls out as he puts everything together.
Jimin finds himself smiling through it all, this is why he loves the first snow, it brought him this family. Hoseok slings his arm around Jimin’s shoulders and hides his face in in dip between his shoulder and neck, grumbling about how Yoongi cheated, like always.
“It's okay, baby.” Jimin coos at him as he brushes the hair away from Hoseok’s forehead. “You're still a winner in my book.”
Hoseok gives him a small smile, “That's the only book that matters to me, love.”
“Hey,” Hoseok replies with a ‘hmm.’ “What do you say about trying out that fancy jacuzzi tub back in our suite later?” Jimin runs his hand through Hoseok’s hair to rest at the nape of his neck as he pulls back a little to look at Jimin’s face.
“I wouldn't say no,” he teases.
Jimin leans in a places a small kiss to the tip of Hoseok’s nose then smiles at him. “Well here comes breakfast, better eat enough because you’ll need the energy later.”
“Hmm,” he leans in to kiss Jimin’s cheek. “Whatever you say, love.”