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The evening sun has long since set, golden-orange rays fading into black where they’d illuminated stacks of takeout boxes and blanket nests. It’d been a lazy weekend -  a new drama binged together on the couch, late mornings spent wrapped up in soft sheets and each other’s limbs. Both Jimin and Jeongguk reluctant to leave the warmth of their lover’s skin. 

It feels like they’re suspended in time for those few days. No rush in their touches, able to indulge in the other’s presence without any nagging responsibilities to pull them apart. So when Sunday night approaches, separating to clean up and prepare for the new week feels more like slow torture than a chore.

Jeongguk is easily distracted watching Jimin do the laundry and clear the trash that had accumulated over the past few days. He gawks - completely shameless - at the ample curve of Jimin’s ass every time the older bends over. Jeongguk doesn’t miss the chance to land flirty, possessive smacks whenever he’s near. 

Jimin makes sure to return the favor, lovingly stroking over hard muscles every time he passes Jeongguk. His gentle hands linger in their caress, occasionally drifting to the younger’s chest and biceps to lightly squeeze. It’s cute how Jeongguk makes sure to flex under his touch, but Jimin doesn’t comment on it. 

He can feel Jeongguk’s gaze following him around their shared apartment. Albeit distracting, the knowledge that Jeongguk can’t keep his eyes or his hands off him has Jimin consciously playing up every movement. 

But the extra attention does nothing to soothe the itch under Jimin’s skin. One that’s been building gradually each day and keeping him on edge, agitated by the constant, anxious thrum. He’s only ever able to find relief when he’s given the space to fully let go, to stop thinking and let his body and mind turn numb in someone else’s care. 

Jimin hates asking for that. He still struggles to not feel embarrassed and needy, especially since he prefers to be forced into it - overwhelmingly rough and a little nasty. It’s much easier to pretend he doesn’t seek it out than face that vulnerable part of himself. 

Jeongguk reads him well enough to pick up on it most of the time. But Jimin made active efforts to not act like a brat this weekend when he was being spoiled to so much of his boyfriend already. To not be a burden. 

All Jimin has to do is give enough to draw Jeongguk in, but hold back to the point he becomes frustrated, over and over, finally breaking to fuck Jimin mercilessly. To make him take it - exactly how Jimin has been craving for what feels like weeks now.

He’ll get what he wants if he has enough willpower to not give in at the first touch like it’s so easy to. 

His boyfriend had spent the last 72 hours making love to him, but right now Jimin sort of just needs to be destroyed. 

Fuck it. 

It feels selfish initiating anything this late when they both need to get up early the next morning. Still, Jimin seeks out Jeongguk where he’s cleaning in the kitchen. Jeongguk’s entire demeanor brightens at the excuse to redirect his attention to his favorite subject. 

Soon Jimin is perched on top of the kitchen island, accepting hand-fed bites of the snack Jeongguk had made - ripe strawberries washed and cut, sprinkled with sugar, and topped with sweet whipped cream. 

It’s not long before Jeongguk abandons the rest of the kitchen in favor of feeding Jimin, who makes for a wonderful distraction. He lingers there, standing between parted thighs while small, socked feet swing leisurely on either side of him. 

Jeongguk lets his fingertips graze over Jimin’s plump lips every time he presents the next bite, Jimin’s tongue poking out occasionally to clean any stray whipped cream on his mouth. He stares, eyes tracing the movement. 

Jimin knows it must be a lovely sight. He almost feels bad about his intentions.

His boyfriend is just so easily affected by this. He’s obsessed with Jimin’s mouth - for how pretty it is but especially how good it can make him feel. 

Jeongguk holds another piece of fruit out to Jimin, this one topped with a larger dollop of whipped cream. It hovers midway between them and Jimin takes his time leaning in. 

Pink tongue darting out to lick at the fluffy swirl of white, Jimin makes a show of it. He looks up at Jeongguk, his eyes sparkling. 

“It’s so sweet.” He maintains eye contact, kitten licks slowly working away at the whipped cream.

“Sweet…just like you.” 

Jimin smiles at that, the corners of his mouth turning up just slightly with feigned innocence. “Me?” he asks. Soft and breathy, the tone made shy. 

“Yes, you.” Jeongguk traces the edge of the strawberry on Jimin’s bottom lip. “Open up...” 

Happy to comply, Jimin opens his mouth to let Jeongguk push inside. He doesn’t close it until Jeongguk’s fingers retreat from where the fruit is placed on his waiting tongue. 

Chewing leisurely, he watches Jeongguk watch him. 

It’s fun being a tease. Seeing the obvious look of want in the other’s eyes as he drinks Jimin in, now sidetracked from the task of dutifully feeding his boyfriend. 

When Jimin swallows and there’s not another bite already held out to him, he breaks eye contact and looks pointedly down at the bowl on the counter, then back up to Jeongguk. He even pouts for emphasis. 

Jeongguk smirks in amusement, his affection evident. 

“Okay, princess. Here.” 

The next piece of fruit in Jeongguk’s hand is longer, slathered all around in that sweet, white cream. Jimin almost giggles at the idea now crossing his mind. 

He leans in and carefully licks a stripe up the length of the strawberry with the tip of his tongue. Moving back down, Jimin opens his mouth to take it inside, lips wrapping loosely around the fruit as he looks up and bats his lashes. 

Then, he sucks. 

Gently, but it’s enough to make Jeongguk’s jaw clench in response. 

Seeing the tension in those muscles is as good as praise, and the excitement Jimin feels knowing he’s riling Jeongguk up has him doubling down his efforts. 

Jimin sighs out a dramatic moan of satisfaction at the taste, letting his eyes flutter closed as he continues to suckle on the fruit Jeongguk holds.

After a few moments, Jimin feels it pushing into his mouth. He’s pliant under Jeongguk’s touch - opening wide enough to let long fingers follow after the strawberry farther than necessary. They’re both still for a breath’s time, Jeongguk’s fingers dipped inside and wetted by Jimin’s tongue. 

It’s so quiet that he can hear Jeongguk swallow. The sound is thick, and followed by a poorly concealed gasp of an exhale. 

“Such a pretty little mouth…”

It’s exactly the reaction Jimin is looking for. 

Jeongguk’s fingers start withdrawing. Jimin makes sure to graze his teeth over the other’s skin as he slowly takes the strawberry, tongue swiping along the pads of his fingers.

Hearing Jeongguk’s breath hitch, even just slightly, is a high all on its own. 

He can sense Jeongguk’s eyes on him, can feel the hand that lingers for a thumb to caress the swell of his lips. Jimin doesn’t open his eyes again until he’s finished chewing. 

When he eventually does, he’s pleased with what he sees before him.

Jeongguk looks like he’s ready to pounce on Jimin any second. And if Jimin didn’t have an agenda in mind, he’d give him permission to in a heartbeat. 

Instead, he asks, “Can I have more of the whipped cream?” 

“Yeah…of course. Um….” Jeongguk’s hand hovers unmoving where he’s reaching towards the bowl, realizing he doesn’t have a spoon within arm’s reach. 

“Please?”

Jimin cries internal cheers of victory when Jeongguk decides to just dip his own finger into the bowl. Ulterior motives aside, he’s always had a thing for Jeongguk’s hands. 

He swipes up a generous amount that he holds out to Jimin. Jeongguk’s stare is a shade darker and Jimin has to school himself into keeping up his demure act. 

Jimin feels guilty drawing this out, and yet, he’s dangling himself in front of Jeongguk almost like bait. Playing coy so he can stubbornly insist he didn’t start this and still have the satisfaction of making Jeongguk crack first. 

“Is that all you want?”

It catches Jimin off-guard, and his eyes briefly flit down to Jeongguk’s crotch before meeting his intense gaze again. 

No. 

Jimin wets his lips. 

“For now.” 

He opens his mouth, tongue extending to rest on his bottom lip. Then he blinks up expectantly, just inches away, and waits. 

A pretty, tempting lure. Jeongguk takes the bait and brings his index finger to Jimin’s tongue. 

Jimin doesn’t waste the opportunity.  

He’s fueled not only by desire, but by pure need to gain relief from the feeling that’s left him restless in his own body for far too long this time. 

He wants Jeongguk to be mean, to punish him for being such a tease.

Jimin flattens his tongue against the pad of Jeongguk’s finger, smearing the whiteness of the fluffy, airy cream in his mouth. 

The satisfaction of knowing he made Jeongguk lose his composure will be the cherry on top.

But the quiet groan Jeongguk chokes on as Jimin’s mouth closes around his finger and sucks is truly a treat in itself. 

Jimin isn’t as careful this time. He lets it get a little sloppy, the whipped cream spreading to his lips as he slowly moves up and down the length of Jeongguk’s finger. His tongue massages the underside the same as it would a cock. 

“Fuck, Jimin-”

Jeongguk looks like he’s in a trance. His muttering fills the silence, no filter between his dick and his mouth. 

“Making such a mess, baby,” he whispers. “Am I gonna have to clean you up? Hmm?”

Jimin whines around Jeongguk’s finger. 

He loves being watched. The gratification of feeling so desired when he sees his boyfriend’s reactions, letting that heat simmering at his core guide him. 

“You just needed to suck on something, huh? Is that it? Look all pretty for me with your mouth stuffed?” There’s a slight edge in Jeongguk’s tone, and his condescending praise sends a tingle down Jimin’s spine. 

It’d be so easy to accept the offer and say yes. To sink down to his knees and open wide, and sink into a comfortably fuzzy headspace. 

But it’s not enough. Not tonight. 

With white smudged around his mouth provocatively, Jimin takes Jeongguk’s long finger all the way down to the tattooed knuckle. He sucks harshly while staring into Jeongguk’s eyes, and his own crinkle sweetly with the hint of a smile. 

Jeongguk’s nostrils flare. 

He worries his mouth as he watches, eyes leaving Jimin’s to leer down at the way those lips wrap around his finger so perfectly. Full and pillowy, cushioning the bone of his knuckle where it digs in.

“God…wanna fucking stuff you full, make a mess of you-”

Jimin pulls off, fighting to stay somewhat controlled in his actions. Jeongguk watches him clean his mouth, licking around the perimeter to catch any streaks of whipped cream and leave his lips wet and shining. It’s thorough and unhurried and entirely exaggerated. 

There’s a voice in the back of Jimin’s mind that wishes it was Jeongguk’s cum he was cleaning up instead.

He finishes with a wet smack of his lips, innocent expression in place. Each syllable is perfectly saccharine when he speaks. 

“Are there more strawberries?”

Jeongguk clears his throat and picks up another, eyeing Jimin’s waiting mouth. 

Jimin accepts it without delay. His lips only brush Jeongguk’s fingers briefly when he plucks the bite of fruit away with his teeth. 

It’s over in a second but Jeongguk is momentarily stunned while Jimin chews slowly, a teasing, smug look in his half-mooned eyes. 

Jeongguk gapes at him in disbelief. 

If anything it’s warranted - Jimin rarely teases this much. He’s usually given up the act by now, both of them too horny to pretend they have any intention of holding out. One would expect him to be a whiny mess at this point considering how much he loves taking Jeongguk in his mouth - especially after that lewd finger-fellatio display. 

Jimin is testing. Push and pull, meant for Jeongguk to chase after the control Jimin hands over to him before inevitably drawing back. A little more each time until Jeongguk just takes it for himself by force. 

So he leans back, hands planted on the counter behind him and legs spreading wider. The intention is painfully obvious in the way he eyes Jeongguk up and down. 

Touch me. 

Please.

Invitation made clear amidst the abrupt 180, Jeongguk only hesitates for a moment - finally catching up to the game Jimin is playing.

Jeongguk steps closer to run his hands over the firm muscle of Jimin’s thighs, squeezing in admiration, taking his time as he matches the audacious appraisal. It earns a pleased sigh from Jimin.

“Good?” Jeongguk cocks an eyebrow and waits for Jimin to finish chewing, Adam’s apple bobbing when he swallows. Jimin’s eyes wander to the now empty bowl. 

“Hmm…yeah.” Jimin tries to be nonchalant when he says it. “You spoil me, you know? Don’t even have to lift a finger when you’re around.” 

“What kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn’t spoil you?” 

Jeongguk moves closer, fingertips meeting the counter on either side of Jimin and leaning in. Jimin can smell Jeongguk’s body wash - the one that he pretends he doesn’t steal from the younger. The scent is fittingly a sweet strawberry cream that fills the few inches of space that are left separating them. 

Comforting, and so Jeongguk.  

“Fed me every bite and I didn’t even realize until it was gone...” Jimin pouts. “...You didn’t get to have any.”

Jeongguk shrugs with a grunt, eyes locked on Jimin’s lips. He doesn’t bother looking up when he replies, “It’s fine. I know something that tastes even better.” 

A beat, and then Jimin is laughing, his whole body thrown into the action. His head tips back and Jeongguk takes the opportunity to press kisses to his exposed throat, unable to fight a grin as he continues to mouth over Jimin’s soft skin. 

Jimin sighs, fingers massaging Jeongguk’s scalp and gently combing through his hair. It’s pretty like this. Long with the ends falling past his collar. Jimin has always loved Jeongguk’s hair a little overgrown.

He finally mumbles, “...you’re so fucking corny.” 

“You love corny.” 

Jimin’s answering grunt is noncommittal. He relaxes into the feeling of Jeongguk’s lips exploring his neck, letting himself soften under the touch as he continues to play with ebony locks. 

“So,” Jeongguk nips at Jimin’s jaw and kisses his way towards his ear. “Will you let me?” He sucks on the lobe and Jimin’s fingers tighten at his roots. 

After a pause, Jimin questions distractedly, “Let you what?” 

Jeongguk releases Jimin’s earlobe with a pop and lightly bites the sensitive skin of his neck right below. Jimin whines, the sound lowering into a moan when he feels Jeongguk’s tongue massaging over the sore spot. Strong arms encircle his torso to pull him closer to the edge of the counter, and it’s muscle memory that has him arching into the embrace. 

Soft lips kiss over the bite, then Jeongguk nuzzles into Jimin’s neck, squeezing him in his arms a little tighter.

“...Taste you.” Jimin’s breath hitches at Jeongguk’s voice, deep and husky. “Wanna taste you so bad.” 

After an entire weekend more or less glued to each other, it feels wrong to have instigated anything in the first place. He’d just spent days being cuddled, kissed, fucked. Spoiled with not only sweet gestures and late night snacks by Jeongguk, but gentle touch and praise and an abundance of orgasms. 

Jeongguk is even reverent now in the way his hands caress Jimin’s back, petting over him as if he’s touching for the first time.

It seems unfair now to push for something so much rougher, though that’s exactly what Jimin needs.

“Hmm?” he prods. It’s questioning, hopeful.

He sighs into Jimin’s neck, placing loving kisses and suckling on the skin. It could stay like this - soft and sensual, quiet moans hushed by lazy kisses as they get off together. Ending the weekend the same way they spent it.

But there’s still that itch that gnaws away at Jimin. His efforts to provoke Jeongguk enough to fuck him into submission just made the growing need even worse and now Jeongguk is being even sweeter than before. 

When Jimin doesn’t answer, Jeongguk abandons his neck and presses a chaste kiss to his lips. Then a second, soft and lingering, before he reluctantly pulls away. Eyes closed and foreheads touching, they breathe in each other’s exhales. 

“Wanna make you feel good.”

Jimin skims his hands down Jeongguk’s neck and over his shoulders, and revels in the feeling of hard, capable muscles shifting underneath worn cotton. Memories of Jeongguk holding him down and fucking him so hard he screams and cries fill his mind instantly, and it goes straight to his cock.  

He doesn’t answer. Instead, he leans forward to offer another kiss. 

Jeongguk smiles into it at first, soft lips moving slowly with Jimin’s. His hands come up to either side of Jimin’s neck, palms gently cupping when he deepens the kiss. It’s indulgent in nature. Savoring each small sigh and gasp from each other. 

He brushes fingers through Jimin’s hair, insistent touch urging him for a response. Jeongguk leans his weight into the older, his presence easily engulfing him. 

It’s torture to hold back. 

Before long, Jeongguk’s tongue is teasing at the seam of Jimin’s lips. He giggles when Jeongguk nips at him playfully, the sound soon smothered by their open-mouthed kisses. More urgent now, becoming wet with a hint of tongue on each audible smack together. 

“What d’you need?” Jeongguk turns impatient. “Tell me, let me give it to you.” 

Jeongguk always wants the satisfaction of hearing Jimin actually say it. But his own desire is clear in the firmness of his touch, the tone of his voice. His body tenses and he groans every time Jimin remembers to pull back from Jeongguk’s attempts to fully push his tongue past thick, barely parted lips to lick inside. 

Just a little more…

Jimin smiles into it and instead bites Jeongguk’s bottom lip, pulling it back from his mouth slightly before he releases and swiping the tip of his wet tongue over the same spot. 

Smug satisfaction blooms hearing Jeongguk’s annoyed huff, his attempt at chasing after Jimin’s lips unsuccessful when he pulls away. 

“Stop teasing…” he grumbles. 

It takes everything in Jimin to not just give himself over to Jeongguk right there. The rush of being so wanted is getting to him, head growing lighter the longer he’s held in such a possessive embrace. 

With more space between them it’s easy to see the flush that’s beginning to color his boyfriend’s pretty, golden skin. Big eyes flit down to gaze longingly at Jimin’s mouth, as if he’s a starved man being denied sustenance. 

The combination of frustration and desire is a good look on Jeongguk. So close to snapping and just ravishing Jimin the way he wants him to after so much back and forth. The way Jimin needs Jeongguk to before he fully loses control himself. 

“Please, hyung?” 

It’s the nail in the coffin, this breathy voice of Jeongguk’s. Desperation laid bare when he asks so nicely, purposely tacking on the unnecessary honorific when they stopped insisting on those ages ago. He’s playing dirty, knows Jimin loves when he takes on the good boy role, so eager to please. 

And god damn it - Jimin is so weak for it. 

The unexpected tenderness catches Jimin off guard and it tugs at every last defense he’d built up.

Any satisfaction of winning the game that he only created in his head pales in comparison to the prospect before him - Jeongguk, hurried and covetous in his touches, who moans so beautifully when he has Jimin wrapped in his arms. His chiseled face, big muscles, and pretty cock presented on a golden platter. 

Fuck, he really hopes Jeongguk has picked up on everything by now.

Surging forward, Jimin captures Jeongguk’s pout. His last bit of resistance breaks when Jeongguk rewards him with the same passion, mouth molding to his in fervor and tongue licking inside, claiming him at the first chance. 

Jimin doesn’t hesitate. He’s feeling Jeongguk up greedily, squeezing and groping over his defined muscles. Clawing at his oversized t-shirt in search of warm skin underneath. 

Jeongguk gets the message and pulls away just enough to take it off. He tosses it to the side without a glance and rushes to discard Jimin’s top as well. 

They’re both breathing heavy, eyes lidded and dark as they take each other in. A second passes before Jeongguk is snaking an arm around Jimin’s torso, yanking him forward into another messy excuse of a kiss that’s more teeth and tongue than anything else. 

It’s wet and sloppy and hot and so, so good. Jeongguk’s hands are everywhere - squeezing at his waist and thighs, pulling his hair, feeling up every inch of skin available. Jimin can’t help but melt into the touch, whimpering from how roughly Jeongguk paws at him. 

Then Jeongguk is mouthing over Jimin’s jaw and down his neck, his lips and tongue soothing where he nips possessively. He leaves a wet trail in his pursuit, guiding Jimin to lean back as he presses forward over the older’s smaller frame. 

“O-oh!” 

Jimin gasps when Jeongguk’s thumbs brush over his nipples, the darkened flesh hard and sensitive in the cool air. Jeongguk takes the chance to push Jimin to fully lie back on the expanse of the counter. He hisses when his skin meets the cold granite. 

Jeongguk is working his way down to Jimin’s chest now, and Jimin knows he’ll regret this in the morning when he’s greeted to dark splotches of red and purple in his reflection. 

“Nghh…Jeongguk…fuck-” 

A wet tongue flicks at his nipple while Jeongguk’s fingers rub firmly over the other. Jimin arches into the stimulation with a breathy whine when Jeongguk’s mouth closes around the nub, his tongue teasing and flicking. 

Jeongguk turns rough when he bites, combining that with wet circles of his tongue and harsh sucks to the tender skin. He pinches and twists at Jimin’s other nipple, almost crude. 

Chest heaving, Jimin writhes under Jeongguk. He switches back and forth, mouth and hands alternating to grant a constant but balanced spoil of pain and pleasure. 

Jimin frantically grasps anywhere he can reach, fingers tangling in Jeongguk’s hair and scratching at his arms and shoulders. Jeongguk doesn’t seem to mind, in fact it encourages him to be that much rougher. He only grunts in annoyance when Jimin’s hands get too close to where he’s decided to lay claim and they’re deftly swatted away. 

“This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” 

God, yes.

Jimin nods, whines at being called out. The sound descends into a pitiful whimper at a particularly harsh bite when Jeongguk switches sides again to latch onto his other nipple, fingers now digging unforgivingly into the puffy, spit-slick one he just abandoned.

“You’re pushing yourself into my mouth like a whore, hyung. You fucking love the pain.” 

Jimin shudders hearing the honorific dripping with so much condescension, at being called a whore all of things. A pathetic little gasp of a cry escapes as his hips search for friction.

He pants where he’s splayed out, a flushed and decadent buffet offered so beautifully for Jeongguk’s taking. Jimin lets himself be consumed, proving Jeongguk right when he can’t help but chase each cruel touch. His boyfriend’s bigger, stronger body easily cages him in on the counter.

Jeongguk chuckles and Jimin shivers, the hot breath tickling over his sensitive skin. “...I can feel you getting hard.” 

He bites the surrounding skin of his pec this time. Still rough, but at least giving Jimin’s abused nipples some relief. He scratches a hand down Jimin’s torso on the opposite side, making him hiss. 

“Hyung. Look at me,” he commands.

It takes more effort than it should for Jimin to lift his head, eyes half-lidded when he meets Jeongguk's dark gaze boring into him, a hint of something a little lacking in mercy buried there.

“Do you think you could come from this?” 

He emphasizes his question by slapping Jimin’s sore chest. Jimin curls forward with a pained squeak, embarrassed to feel his cock twitch against Jeongguk. The younger apparently feels it too, raising his brows with a mocking look, tongue trapped between his teeth as a knowing grin takes over his face.

What a little shit.  

Jimin’s first instinct is to be annoyed, even though he’s the one that brought out this arrogant side of Jeongguk. An irritatingly confident predator taking the time to play with his food.

But the reality of what Jeongguk is suggesting sinks in a moment later and Jimin is quick to protest. 

“No! ‘Gguk please- please no not like this, ‘s not enough.” 

Jimin doesn’t care if he sounds desperate. There’s no doubt in his mind that Jeongguk could make him come from this. Pathetically mewling as his chest is marked up and abused, rutting his hips up to grind against the hard planes of Jeongguk’s abs, large body pinning him down. 

He has no doubt that Jeongguk is fully aware of this too. 

But god, Jimin needs more. So, so much more.

He needs to be full, coming hard on Jeongguk’s thick cock. Needs to be fucked so well tonight that he can’t even speak, can’t think. 

“I- I need…” Jimin stutters feeling Jeongguk’s touch return, fingers and mouth now gentler as they slowly massage the sensitive brown nubs. Jeongguk raises a brow, taunting, but encourages Jimin to continue. 

“Please,” Jimin almost begs, whiny as he releases a shaky breath. “Please Jeongguk, I need more . I can’t…I don’t want to come like this.” He flinches when the tip of Jeongguk’s tongue delivers a particularly hard flick. 

“...Need you.” 

Frustrated tears threaten to form in the corner of his eyes, and fuck, Jimin is not going to let himself cry begging for cock this early on. Jeongguk would never let him live that down. 

He steels himself, taking a deep breath to gain some composure so he can beg properly, sans tears. 

“Please, I need you, ‘Gguk. Need you…inside.” 

Jeongguk hums in thought. He releases Jimin’s nipple from his mouth and purses his lips. 

“You need me?” Jimin nods. “But what exactly do you need inside you so bad, hyung?” 

The fucking nerve. He’s really going to make Jimin say it. 

“Your…your cock,” he whispers. “Need you to fuck me.” Jeongguk just waits. Sweetly, Jimin adds, “Please?”

Dating Jeongguk should come with a warning for whiplash. 

He pulls Jimin up abruptly, leaving him blinking away the momentary dizziness as a strong arm steadies him.

Jeongguk cups Jimin’s cheek in his palm, brushing a thumb over his lip lovingly. 

“My cock, hmm? Why didn’t you just say so?”

When Jimin’s brain catches up and the world rights itself again, he rolls his eyes. 

“Fuck you.”

“Mmm, you’d like that wouldn’t you?” 

He laughs when Jimin pushes against his chest, little fists hitting his hard pecs. Big hands soon close around Jimin’s wrists to pull them away and then Jeongguk’s mouth is slotting against his own. 

And fuck, Jimin can’t help the giggle that escapes him. He doesn’t resist, instead letting Jeongguk pull him flush to his bare torso and sighing into the warmth. 

“You know, I would like to try that some time.” Jeongguk peppers his face with kisses. “Sounded so pretty. It’d be hot seeing you come just from getting your nipples played with.” 

Jimin groans. Jeongguk is right - it is kind of hot.

“Raincheck.” he decides. 

Jeongguk hums in satisfied acquiescence and returns to Jimin’s mouth to kiss him properly. Deep and passionate and reassuring, there’s no careful finesse in the way they messily lap at each other now. 

Jimin is suddenly lifted up in Jeongguk’s arms. His surprised yelp is quickly swallowed by insistent lips, any protest dying on his tongue as it tangles with Jeongguk’s. Jimin tightens his thighs around Jeongguk’s torso on instinct. He moans feeling a hand dipping below the waistband of his sweatpants to grope at his bare ass.

“No underwear?” Jeongguk teases when he pulls away slightly to chuckle, continuing to squeeze and massage the fat in his hand. 

“You watched me get dressed.” Jimin kisses Jeongguk again, a firm and quick smack of swollen and spit-slick lips. “Fuck, even begged me not to.” 

Jeongguk fakes a pout. “It’s a shame to have to cover any of this up.” He pauses, assessing Jimin’s hold clinging to him, then shifts to bring his other hand down inside the back of his sweats and give Jimin’s ass a satisfied squeeze. 

“Perv.” Jimin rolls his eyes. “Don’t complain. You get to see me naked an ungodly amount.” His voice is softer when he muses, “Maybe I’m the one that’s spoiling you, hmm?"

Bunny teeth dig into Jeongguk’s lip. “Maybe,” he offers. It’s cocky, lowered tone combining with the playful glint in his eyes. 

He grips a handful of Jimin’s ass in each hand, spreading his cheeks. He doesn’t break their locked gaze as his fingers brush closer to Jimin’s puckered rim. 

Jimin stares back, siren eyes lidded and bottom lip caught between his teeth, arching into the touch and inviting Jeongguk in.  

Anticipation hangs in the air, thick and oppressive. Jeongguk plays with Jimin’s ass, caressing and squeezing, laying claim everywhere except his hole. Drawing this out even more when they don’t need to - they shouldn’t. But doing so just because he can.  

Jimin knows he’s the one that started this, looking up at Jeongguk with faux-innocent eyes as he made a show of licking up whipped cream and sucking on a damn strawberry like it was a cock. So smug through it all, stirring up the desire that’s always bubbling just below the surface for both of them and waiting for Jeongguk to give in.

But Jeongguk turns the tables on him. It’s frustrating losing that satisfaction when he takes Jimin’s earlier playfulness and molds it into something humiliatingly needy and hot. Giving Jimin a taste of his own teasing, causing lust to coil in restless knots at his core as he’s denied.

Those few minutes stretch on as Jimin tries to anticipate when Jeongguk’s lazy touch will turn to more. There’s no obvious pattern. Just large, tattooed hands brazenly feeling up every inch of his ass apart from where he craves it most. 

The arousal leveling Jimin’s resolve is obvious. He’s subtly grinding his clothed cock forward where it’s pressed flush to Jeongguk’s abs. Biting and wetting his lips, his once daring expression softens to puppy eyes and furrowed brows. 

Jeongguk, on the other hand, looks very pleased with himself. As if Jimin can’t feel how hard he is when his hips drag lower on the other’s pelvis.

Jimin throws his pride aside. He gives Jeongguk what he wants and whines in frustration, sighs out a discontented huff. So needy and impatient, his cock is probably leaking already. 

He’s already begging with his body, he may as well put his mouth to work too.

Jimin lets his head fall forward onto Jeongguk’s shoulder. He mumbles into his neck, whiny as he complains. 

“Stop teasing me…I know you want it just as bad.” Jimin pinches Jeongguk in protest just to feel him flinch. “Even asked me for it all sweet and polite. Used ‘hyung’.”

Jeongguk coos at his displeasure. “Asked to taste you, and I did. Your lips are like candy...mmm…your pretty little nipples are too, hyung.” Jimin doesn’t need to lift his head to know Jeongguk is grinning. 

Smart-ass.

“Besides, that was before you started begging for my cock. Maybe I want to hear that again.”

Jimin whines, annoyed.

“Jeonggukkiiieee-" 

Jeongguk’s body shakes in a breathy laugh and he turns to kiss Jimin’s head. A sweeter, more content moan catches in Jimin’s throat when he feels fingers stroking down between his cheeks and grazing over his hole. 

He clings to Jeongguk, arms closing tighter around broad shoulders and ankles linked where they meet at his back. Jimin’s hole clenches in reflex under the light touch. Slow circles draw around the entrance, eliciting little shudders and moans as Jimin tries to push back against the pressure. 

“Please,” he whispers into Jeongguk’s neck. “More…please, ‘Gguk? Need you.” 

His voice is dripping sugar-sweet, cute and soft in that specific way he knows Jeongguk is utterly whipped for but will never admit how much he loves. It’s different from the lewd whines he always prompts Jimin to elicit, that make his cock throb and arousal heighten with every moan he hears from the older.

It works in Jimin’s favor that Jeongguk is just as affected right now as he is. 

Tonight, begging is rewarded, finally. 

Jeongguk dips slightly to lean Jimin against the counter.

Jimin holds his breath in anticipation as Jeongguk quickly wets his fingers before slipping his hand under his waistband once more. Jeongguk presses firmly right over Jimin’s hole, long finger lubed with saliva, and pushes inside without much resistance. 

“Nnggghh…’Gguk…” Jimin’s resulting moan is more of a throaty whine, and he can only guess how strong the thrill of pride that pulses through Jeongguk is. 

Days spent practically cock warming Jeongguk has left Jimin more or less prepped, as he’s still somewhat loose from their lazy Sunday morning romp that stretched a few rounds into early afternoon. Jeongguk pulls out briefly to press another finger in. 

Jimin stutters quiet moans into Jeongguk’s neck, his breath hot and damp on the skin. His hips meet the gentle rhythm of Jeongguk’s fingers as best he can at the awkward angle. 

It only lasts a few minutes before Jimin is struggling to cling on, and Jeongguk must be favoring another position as well. He carefully slips his fingers out of Jimin’s hole. 

“Need to put you down, baby.” 

Jimin softens as he lets his legs relax and slide to the floor, supported by Jeongguk’s strong arm around his waist. They share a quick kiss and then Jimin is quickly being spun around to face the kitchen island. His hands fly out to the counter to catch himself on reflex. 

“Fuck, Jimin...” Jeongguk presses flush to him, erection rubbing over his ass, breath hot and heavy on the back of Jimin’s neck. Lips brush skin when he speaks, “Sweetheart…” 

His hands travel greedily over Jimin’s body, free to touch now since he’s no longer occupied with the task of holding him up. 

“Wanna make you scream.” 

Jimin shivers against Jeongguk at the admission, at how badly he needs Jeongguk to do just that. “God, please…” he moans.

Jeongguk’s arousal is evident - thick where he’s grinding forward, groaning as he pinches Jimin’s sore, sensitive nipples and scratching nails down the line of his abs. He palms the length of Jimin’s cock over his sweatpants and bites a claim on the juncture of his shoulder. 

No one else has ever been able to make Jimin feel this way - so fucked out with only teasing foreplay. Hands and body and mouth working in unison to pull whimpers of pure, debauched pleasure. 

Jeongguk murmurs, breath ghosting over Jimin’s ear, “You never answered me.” 

Distracted by the path of Jeongguk’s hands and with desire clouding his mind, Jimin only responds with a confused, questioning noise. 

Which apparently doesn’t suffice.

The warmth at his back disappears and Jeongguk is stepping away to roughly shove Jimin’s sweatpants down to his thighs. He gasps at the unexpected exposure.

Flesh meets flesh in an audible slap that rings through the otherwise silent room, more for show than punishment. 

Either way, Jimin finds himself pushing back into the feeling, always a slut for both the pain and what the action represents. Jeongguk’s firm grip digs into the red target his palm makes, then leaves to spoil tender skin to another spank. 

Jimin takes it well. He whimpers as he white-knuckles the counter, teeth worrying at his lip in feverish excitement. 

One hand kneads possessively over the newly earned redness, while the other snakes into Jimin’s hair to fasten at the root. Jimin yelps when he’s pulled back harshly - flexible spine arched and his head tipped up to meet Jeongguk’s dark, lust-filled gaze. 

“Said I wanted a taste. Can’t do that if my pretty baby doesn’t let me, now can I?”

Jimin shakes his head no in the uncomfortable hold, quick to appease Jeongguk even if he’s barely focused on anything other than the sweet pain radiating from his scalp. 

Fingers trace along his mouth, then swiftly shove past his lips and hit the back of his throat. It instantly makes Jimin’s eyes water as he coughs around the sudden intrusion, and he has to concentrate in order to hold back a gag. Jimin breathes through his nose carefully while Jeongguk thrusts his fingers in and out. He seems to enjoy the vulgar sound of it if his guttural moan is any indication. 

It’s fucking obscene, wet noises coming from Jimin’s throat and tears slipping down his face. The humiliating spectacle of it all makes Jimin’s cock twitch, exposed now for Jeongguk to witness just how much he enjoys possessive, domineering touch like this.

Jimin coughs once Jeongguk’s fingers leave his mouth empty. Remnants of thick saliva that pooled in his throat lingers in their place, a stringy trail of it pulled past his lips on the exit.

Jeongguk doesn’t give Jimin time to think, and he gasps a squeak when two drool-coated fingers plunge into his hole again. They don’t thrust, don’t move - just plug his rim almost like a hook, Jeongguk’s large hand on his ass an anchor to keep him in place.

It feels so fucking good to be manhandled like this, his body made into a plaything Jeongguk can tug around and penetrate as he pleases. Poised pretty on display by a brace at each end and secure in the other’s passionate hold. 

Dark eyelashes fluttering and full lips parted to let out shaky exhales, Jimin’s lithe little body tenses and quivers in Jeongguk’s iron-clad grasp. His hole clenches around those long fingers greedily, aching for more.

Looking at Jimin hungrily, Jeongguk hums. The sound comes from deep in his throat and borders nearly on a growl. He leans in to slowly lick up the side of Jimin’s neck, savoring the moan Jimin gasps at the wet trail it leaves.

“So what is it? Do I get to taste?” he asks again, the tone harsher this time.

Oh.

Jimin barely remembers the original question at this point, but he’s nodding before Jeongguk even finishes. He finds himself stumbling over his words in desperation, uncaring of how pathetic he probably sounds - does sound. 

“Yes! Yes, please I…I need it s-so bad…need you…”

The teasing push and pull of earlier is long gone. He just knows he needs more, whatever that might be. Whatever Jeongguk is willing to give.

“Please, Gguk…you can t-taste…fuck, want your mouth, your co-” 

Jimin is cut off when the hand in his hair shoves him forward to bend over the kitchen island while the hand hooked in his ass pulls him into a pleasing arch. Jeongguk kicks his feet apart wide. 

“Spread yourself for me. Use your hands, baby.”

Jimin does as he’s told, pulling at the fat of his ass while his chest braces on the hard counter.

“Like this?” he asks.

Jeongguk works two of his fingers in shallow thrusts before pulling out to admire how Jimin is holding his rim stretched open. 

“Fuck, exactly like that.” 

He thrusts his fingers in again, this time at a new angle. He curls them down and massages over Jimin’s prostate in tight circles, making him tense and cry out in pleasure. 

Jimin squirms as Jeongguk continues to direct stimulation to that one sensitive spot, only kept in place by the rough hand now holding his slim hips still. 

His own clammy hands are starting to slip, and his thighs begin to shake the longer he endures such pinpointed stimulation. 

Jimin knows he looks and sounds downright pornographic right now, but any shame is pushed aside so he can concentrate on staving off the fast-approaching orgasm Jeongguk is sending him hurtling towards. 

He’s determined to last long enough to come with Jeongguk’s cock buried deep in his ass, but the fingers prodding inside so mercilessly are easily chipping away at his quickly weakening sense of control.

“No…Jeongguk, please…no, no, no-”

Jimin starts to twist and thrash away from Jeongguk’s deathgrip on his hip, and his hands let go to frantically push at Jeongguk’s wrist. He feels like he’s going to snap any second, and then the fingers disappear. He clenches in shock around the empty space. 

Jeongguk reaches around quickly to clamp around the base of Jimin’s cock, effectively stopping the orgasm threatening to spill over - still so close to the surface. 

Jimin lets out a long, loud moan, mourning the lost pleasure of his ruined near-orgasm. He’s conflicted in his hazy mind as he babbles. 

“Th-thank you, o-oh my god, fuck- thank you, ‘Gguk. Thank you-” 

“You’re thanking me for that?” Jeongguk chuckles as he releases Jimin’s shaft in favor of stroking softly over his trembling body. His condescending tone has no effect on the other. Jimin just nods emphatically where his head hangs over the counter, having pushed himself up to his elbows in his struggle. 

“Yes, wanna come on your big cock…please…wanna be full.”

Jeongguk pauses, large hands at Jimin’s waist squeezing tight for a few seconds before they relax and continue their caress. His voice is strained when he responds.

“You say that like I’ve never made you come twice, even three times in one night.” 

Jimin has the wherewithal to sluggishly stomp his little foot in annoyance. 

“Gguuuukk-”

“Shhhh. Okay, okay.” Jimin feels descending kisses placed along his spine and hands stroking up and down his sides in a soothing touch. He relaxes a bit, softening to rest his upper body down on the surface of the counter again. He hears the rustle of clothing as Jeongguk kneels behind him.

When Jeongguk’s lips reach Jimin’s Venus dimples, he lingers, kneading the soft flesh. 

“Gonna stretch you out, get you nice and wet for it, baby.” He kisses a little lower, mouth at Jimin’s tailbone. “I still want a taste before I spoil you with my cock. Let me taste how sweet you are…then I’m all yours.” 

Jimin answers with a soft whine. “Okay. Just…just a taste. Then you’ll fuck me?”

“Until you’re begging me to stop.” 

With that, Jeongguk carefully pulls each round cheek apart. Jimin’s pretty hole is smooth and glistening slightly with drying spit, the newly exposed rim winking on reflex when Jeongguk blows on it. 

Jeongguk leans in and licks a fat stripe from the seam of Jimin’s balls all the way up to his tailbone. Jimin cries out in a broken moan, the sound garbling when Jeongguk spits directly onto his entrance.

He laps at the puckered rim, tongue teasing around the edge and almost dipping inside where he holds Jimin spread open. It’s sloppy and wet, the way Jeongguk dives in - lips and tongue working expertly in tandem. 

“Fuck,’Gguk…”

Jeongguk gets greedy with it, his fingers digging into the plush fat of Jimin’s ass as he buries his face between his cheeks. He moans low and needy, eating Jimin out like this is his last meal. The sound of it all has Jimin’s toes curling. Wet slurping noises combine with his own quiet, breathy whines. 

Jimin can feel bruises forming under Jeongguk’s hands. The grip on him is almost painful. He whimpers at the thought of it - pretty splotches of red and purple painted over his body, perfect outlines of Jeongguk’s fingers laid claim on him.

“F-feel so good…please…”

The groan Jeongguk responds with is almost feral, and Jimin shudders from the vibration of it. Jeongguk doubles down, fitting the seal of his mouth over Jimin’s entrance to suck, tongue massaging the rim with quick, harsh strokes. 

At first Jimin’s reflex is to pull away. He flinches from the rapid, intense stimulation. Then he’s gasping and pushing his hips backward into Jeongguk’s hold, body buzzing with pleasure and begging for more. 

He reaches a small hand back to blindly grasp at Jeongguk’s hair, desperate to keep him locked in place. Too overwhelmed to realize just how rough his grip is. 

Jeongguk’s answering moan borders on a whine when Jimin pulls painfully at his scalp.

The point of his tongue prods at Jimin’s rim and pushes inside, breach made easy from the earlier teasing. Jeongguk keeps his lips suctioned while he begins to thrust his tongue in and out of Jimin’s hole. 

Jimin’s breath catches on a sob. The pleasure he feels from the firm muscle burrowing deeper into his ass has his eyes rolling back in his head, panting slutty moans as the arch in his back deepens.

“O-oh…fuck, fuck J-Jeongguk…fuck…please…” Jimin’s words slur around throaty moans, face buried in the crook of his arm. He feels himself clenching around Jeongguk’s tongue.

Jeongguk releases one of his hands to bring it down on the generous swell of Jimin’s asscheek. It stings, the pain sharp and toe-curling the way it combines with the current pleasure he’s being given. 

He abandons his rough grip in Jeongguk’s hair to instead claw unsuccessfully at the counter.

“A-again? Harder…” Jimin manages, barely above a whisper. 

But Jeongguk hears him all the same and is quick to deliver. He pulls away for a moment to catch his breath, the hot exhales ghosting over Jimin’s spit-sloppy hole making him flinch. 

He brings both hands down at the same time to meet the apex of Jimin’s ass, the loud smack of palm meeting soft skin echoing in the space around them. Jimin squeaks at the impact. 

Another spank, this time administered on the upstroke. A quick pattern follows - Jeongguk’s flattened palms striking the meat of Jimin’s backside, both hands swatting down then back up. Every few hits he pauses to squeeze and pull at the flesh. Teeth bite into fresh handprints and indulgently wet swipes of tongue tease over his hole. 

It’s obvious that Jeongguk is enjoying this. He curses watching Jimin’s ass jiggle each time it’s hit, a reddened bloom appearing across the skin. It makes Jimin feel so fucking wanted, his body toyed with like this. Knowing that his boyfriend is getting off to how much he loves the rough treatment, carnal desire set alight from his touch. 

The next dual strike has Jimin flinching away as a few tears he didn’t know were forming spill from his eyes. The burn sears through his skin and the thudding impact is deep, reverberating into taut muscle. 

Jeongguk laughs and pulls his hips back into place. 

“Changed your mind, sweetheart? Thought I heard ‘harder'.” He massages over the tender skin, fingers trailing after his path of open-mouthed kisses and love bites. 

Jimin grumbles at Jeongguk’s mocking tone. 

Jeongguk reaches forward to wrap his hand around Jimin’s throbbing cock, so heavy and leaking. He gives it a few languid strokes as he leans in to lovingly kiss the dusky skin of his hole. The gentle action makes Jimin’s head spin.

He uses his hands to spread Jimin’s ass again and spits, then circles the tip of his fingers around the entrance. Pressing two in slowly, he takes his time to sink all the way down to the knuckle. 

Jimin’s answering moan is pleased. Sweet and high as he sighs, pushing his hips back to meet Jeongguk’s hand as he thrusts in and out. 

“That what you wanted, hyung? To fuck yourself on my fingers?” He presses a kiss to the expanse of marked skin in front of him, smiles into it hearing Jimin’s answering moan. “Your pretty little hole takes it so well.

Jeongguk holds Jimin open with one hand so he can lick around the rim, the steady pace fucking inside making Jimin’s eyes flutter. 

He feels tremendous relief to finally have this after what seems like endless teasing, but it’s still not enough. Jeongguk is being sweet, kissing the sensitive skin between licks and barely even scissoring his fingers apart to stretch him. 

The constant switch back and forth between soft and rough is jarring, and it only renders Jimin that much more desperate as he feels himself breaking down. So weak, a malleable ball of desire in Jeongguk’s hand. 

Jeongguk seems keen on making him beg tonight, ask for exactly what he needs just to have the satisfaction of hearing him say it. So he can relish in Jimin’s breathy tone and desperate insistence, feel his petite body fight between shying away from and chasing the pleasure. 

Jimin whines. If he had it his way, he’d already be split open on Jeongguk’s cock right now. 

“Jeongguuukkk…more.” 

“More, baby? What, this isn’t enough?” Jimin can hear how he tries to hide how fucking happy he is with himself. 

“You know it’s not.” 

“Mmm….greedy little thing.” He bites Jimin’s asscheek and Jimin just rolls his eyes, pretends the comment doesn’t send a hot rush of desire pulsing right through him.

But it seems to satisfy Jeongguk. Another finger is added, and soon there’s three working him open. 

The stretch feels amazing. Jeongguk’s tattooed digits thrusting inside, twisting and spreading, slide aided by the constant lapping around his hole. Jimin can feel saliva dripping down to his balls from Jeongguk’s near-feral mouthing. It even sounds messy, wet smacks and slurps echoing in the kitchen. 

When the hand on his ass disappears, Jimin lifts his head from his arms to look down between his parted thighs. His own cock is leaking, a sticky stream slowly dripping to form a small puddle on the kitchen floor. 

Beyond that he sees Jeongguk palming at himself through his sweatpants. There’s a damp spot on the front, precum darkening the gray fabric. 

Jimin can’t help the smug feeling he gets seeing his pretty boyfriend on his knees, big cock hard and wet from obsessing over his ass. He bites his lip. Next time he’s going to make Jeongguk be the one to beg for this. 

“Taste good?” Jimin asks. 

Jeongguk groans deeply before pulling away to answer. 

“God, Jimin…so good. You taste so fucking good.” He sucks another mark on Jimin’s asscheek. “Can’t wait to feel you around my cock.” 

“What are you waiting for then?” Jimin giggles when he says it. High and breathy, the sound almost musical. 

This time Jeongguk whines, and Jimin can see the slow strokes he’s making over the tent in his pants halt so he can squeeze at the base. 

“…Still so tight…don’t want to hurt you.” 

“You’ve had me hanging off your cock almost the entire weekend, I’ll be fine.” Jimin feels almost delirious with want at this point, his pitch of his voice trailing up in a pathetic whine. “Just fuck me already.” 

The resulting second of stillness feels like it lasts hours. Then Jeongguk is standing up and crowding Jimin against the counter, lips wet on his nape where he kisses and his hands rough as they grope.

”Eager?” It comes out with less confidence than Jimin intends. 

Jeongguk bites at Jimin’s shoulder. “D’you need lube?”

”Fuck-“ Jimin winces at the feeling of teeth, harsh on his skin. “N-no, it’s fine. Spit’s fine, babe. Just want you…now.”

“Mmm, get it wet for me then? So fucking hard for you already.” 

Jimin rolls his eyes. Of course Jeongguk wants his mouth on it. He’s almost as obsessed with that sight and feeling as he is with Jimin’s ass.

“Who’s the greedy one now?” Jimin asks. He’s already salivating.

Jeongguk groans, annoyed. 

“Please, hyung? Just for a second, just need you to get it wet so I can fuck your tight little hole properly.” 

It’s not like Jimin really needed to be convinced, but hearing Jeongguk whine for it has him pushing back against the body behind him with newfound strength to turn and sink to his knees. 

Jeongguk catches on quickly. 

His hands join Jimin’s in pushing the waistband of his sweatpants down to mid thigh. Jeongguk’s cock springs out, flushed red with want. When Jimin wraps his hand around it he can feel how hard and throbbing it is. He might go insane, finally being able to touch now. 

“No underwear?” 

“Shut up.” 

“Make me.” 

Jimin sucks around the head briefly before sinking down on the length, bobbing up and down a few times to wet the shaft. He uses his hands to stroke what doesn’t fit in his mouth. 

“Fuck…” Jeongguk looks at Jimin as if he hung the moon. His wide eyes glazed over, a furrow in his brows, he gazes down at his boyfriend and pets a hand over his hair. 

Jimin pulls off to take a deep breath, and then he’s wrapping his lips around Jeongguk’s cock again and taking his length down his throat slowly. Jeongguk now grips Jimin’s hair at the roots, rough to hold him in place. His jaw clenches as he tries not to buck his hips forward. 

It’s not easy, and Jimin’s had to work up the skill for this, but he finally reaches the base and holds there, small nose scrunched to Jeongguk’s pelvis and looking up the best he can with watery eyes at this angle. He blinks away the tears that roll down his cheeks steadily.  

When his stare meets Jeongguk’s, the younger’s eyes roll back in his head. His other hand joins to painfully fist at Jimin’s roots, making him moan as he tries not to gag. 

“God…fuck…Jimin…what the fuck…” 

Jeongguk’s body shivers from the vibrations in Jimin’s throat. He looks back down, biting his lip, and moves Jimin’s face side to side as he grinds his cock into his mouth. As if there’s anything still left for Jimin to take. 

“You look so fucking cute choking on cock, hyung.” 

Jimin whimpers at the admiration. Jeongguk’s cock is a comforting weight on his tongue - heavy and thick, the bulge in Jimin’s throat visible when he takes it this deep.

His hands squeeze at Jeongguk’s thighs. He’s struggling to breathe around such a large intrusion for so long and starting to shake in his effort to keep the muscles in his throat relaxed. He can barely even see with the amount of tears clouding his vision.

It’s heaven, on his knees and being used like this. 

Jimin sputters around Jeongguk’s cock. Spit bubbles around the corners of his mouth and wets his chin. He can feel it filling his mouth, knowing soon it’ll be dripping down onto his chest and the floor below. The thought of that alone almost has him moaning again.

Just when Jimin thinks he’ll have to tap out, the hands fisted in his hair pull him off roughly. He gasps, coughing and trying to catch his breath. 

A string of thick saliva hangs from Jimin’s lip and connects to the tip of Jeongguk’s cock. Jeongguk swipes across Jimin’s mouth to gather it in his hand and slather his length with it. 

Jeongguk eyes Jimin’s state, taking in the tear tracks and shiny, spit-wet chin. His heaving chest and each occasional huff of a cough. 

He smirks. 

“So messy, hyung…”

Jimin just looks up at him in disbelief with unfocused eyes. He can’t hide the desperation in his voice when he whines. What he means to come off as sarcastic instead sounds like nothing more than a miserable plea. 

“Wet enough for you now? Are you finally going to fuck me?” 

“It’ll do.” 

Jimin is losing track of how many times he’s rolled his eyes tonight. Soon they might be permanently stuck glaring back into his skull. 

Jeongguk leans down to kiss an indignant Jimin square on his slick mouth before hooking hands under his arms and hoisting him up. He turns him back around and guides Jimin’s knee onto the counter, grumbling cutely when he has to take the time to pull Jimin’s leg from his pants to do so.

Jimin braces his hands on the countertop, catching his breath while Jeongguk spits into his hand to rub over Jimin’s hole again. With his leg lifted into this position he’s spread open on display, and Jeongguk takes the opportunity to place a quick, self-indulgent slap to his exposed hole. Jimin flinches.

”Why do you have to be so crude?” 

“Hmm? Why do you feel the need to pretend you don’t love it when I am?” 

Jeongguk teases the tip of his cock against Jimin’s entrance, slow circles increasing in pressure. Hot breath tickles at his ear.

“I thought you were begging me to fuck you, baby. Kept whining about coming on my ‘big cock’. That still what you want?” 

He slowly pushes forward, while Jimin angles his hips backward, eager to finally have Jeongguk inside.

Once he’s just past the tight ring of muscle, Jeongguk starts fucking Jimin with just the tip. Controlled and torturous in how it stretches his rim but still holding back from granting the fullness he’s been craving.

“Yes-“ he gasps out. “Yes, please. Want you, ‘Gguk. Wanna come with you inside me…please-” 

“You want me?” Jeongguk murmurs, then he’s pushing in further with each thrust, slowly fucking Jimin open little by little.

Jimin whimpers and nods. It takes him a moment to put thoughts to words. 

“Please…need it. Need you to fuck me so hard I can’t walk…” 

Jeongguk continues carving into him, gradually burying himself to the hilt, until the fat of Jimin’s ass is squishing softly where it meets his pelvis on every thrust.

“I’ll fuck you so hard you feel me for days, sweetheart.” 

Jimin moans brokenly. The promise has him feeling butterflies. 

Body trembling, the stretch renders him incapable of much more than pathetic whines as he tries to adjust. He feels his leg slipping but Jeongguk catches it to keep his knee secure on the counter. His large hand tightly grips the muscle of Jimin’s thigh.

His other hand reaches around to find Jimin’s and their fingers quickly intertwine. Jeongguk starts to pick up the pace of his hips. 

Jimin could swear he’s being impaled, Jeongguk’s cock fucking into him so far he swears he can feel it in his guts. He thinks if he looks down he’ll even see the outline of it, so big that the intrusion is visible from the outside. 

Overwhelming. Paralyzing. But so full, and so, so fucking good. 

“Jimin?” Jeongguk slows down a little. “Jimin, are you okay?” 

Jimin nods quickly, voice whiny in his reassurance. 

“Yes, fuck, yes I’m- ahh-“ Jeongguk squeezes his hand when he gasps. “Please ‘Gguk. I’m fine…fuck me harder…p-please, I can take it…need it-”

He feels Jeongguk smiling into the wet kisses he places along his nape. 

“Only because you asked so nicely.” His flattened palm striking Jimin’s outer thigh makes him yelp, an embarrassing, high-pitched squeak leaving his lips.

Then Jeongguk is fucking into him hard and controlled, each thrust punching the breath out of Jimin’s lungs.

“Th-thank you…fuck…oh m-my god…”  

His mewls of pleasure just encourage Jeongguk. He picks up the pace, groping at every inch of Jimin’s body he can reach. Jimin cries out when he pinches roughly at his sore chest and digs his fingers deep into the flesh of his ass and thighs.

Jeongguk’s touch is greedy. Almost desperate in the way he feels Jimin up so brazenly, how he grunts into the skin of his neck. 

After finally, finally getting what he wanted, it’s not long before Jimin collapses forward onto the counter, eyes screwed shut and teeth worrying at his kiss-swollen lips. Any pain from the stretch is morphing into pure pleasure at this point, body used to accommodating the wide girth of his boyfriend’s cock.

The position has his knee slipping from the edge and Jeongguk lets it fall. Instead, his rough hands form a vice grip over Jimin’s hips and hold him down to the unforgiving surface. Trapped and made to take every snap of hips, his small, socked feet sliding on the smooth tile of the floor below.

“So fucking tight…how are you still so tight?…God-“

Every few thrusts Jeongguk pauses to smack at Jimin’s ass and watch the impact travel over tender, marked skin. Jimin whines - the sting is made worse when it meets each bite and bruise Jeongguk has already painted.

Rougher now, another harsh, precise thrust pushes Jimin further up the counter, his hands scrambling and failing to find purchase around him. The choked gasp that escapes him causes the rough grip of Jeongguk’s large hands to tighten in place on his hips.

Jimin’s feet can barely reach the kitchen floor as it is in this position, and as he stands precariously on his toes each smack of hips against his bare ass has him struggling to keep his balance. 

He pushes up on shaky arms to gain some leverage, putting more weight back into the balls of his feet and arching his back to adjust the angle. 

“Fuck…”

The steady rhythm pounding into Jimin falters at the new position. Jeongguk is always weak for this view - the sinfully sharp curve of Jimin’s spine meeting a plump ass, full and round, the fat jiggling with every kiss of Jeongguk’s pelvis. 

Jeongguk smooths a hand up and down the center of Jimin’s back, caressing as he fucks with slow, intentional strokes. He traces over the tattoos Jimin has there - a neat line of five moon phases ending mid back, waxing and waning permanently etched for his lover to admire.

“Can’t believe you’re real…so fucking gorgeous…” Jeongguk’s voice is surprisingly soft, almost whispering to himself. 

His hand moves to wrap around Jimin’s jaw, turning his face just enough for the soft pants leaving his parted lips to be greeted by the firm press of Jeongguk’s mouth on his own. 

Eyelids fluttering closed, Jimin moans into the kiss as it grows harsher. A muscular arm wraps around his torso, pulling him tight and flush to Jeongguk’s chest. Skin to skin, hot to the touch and sticky with perspiration - he can feel the chiseled man behind him molded into his back, smaller body enveloped and held in place as his wonderfully thick cock splits him open and carves a space inside. 

Jimin reaches up and behind his head to tangle his hand in soft locks of hair, while his other finds Jeongguk’s hand on his torso, small fingers soon curled with tattooed ones. 

Their kiss breaks. Jimin’s bottom lip is caught in a nip of Jeongguk’s teeth. He pulls back teasingly and eyes the way it bounces back into place. 

“...Gorgeous, and all for me, hmm?” 

After waiting a beat, Jeongguk squeezes Jimin’s hand, prompting a breathy and labored whine of “Yes, yours…’Gguk. A-all for you. I’m all yours.”

Jimin's head swims. It feels fucking divine to declare that, to have Jeongguk make him say it. 

Jeongguk hums at his answer, lips curled in a satisfied smile meeting Jimin’s cheek once more. The younger noses along the skin, hot breath tickling over his neck and ear. 

Hand still tight around Jimin’s jaw, Jeongguk reaffirms, “Mine.” It’s said with determined assurance - almost a promise - his deep tone possessive and proud in a way that makes Jimin’s stomach flip.

Then Jeongguk adjusts the angle of his hips, and a particularly deep stroke has Jimin choking on his breath as his body tenses in the other’s strong hold. Another stroke, equally as spine-tingling, follows, his grip in Jeongguk’s hair tightening in reflex. 

“A-ah! Fuck…Jeongguk, don’t stop-”

Jeongguk’s thick cock is shoving impossibly deep and dragging over his prostate deliciously on every thrust. Jimin can’t help the way he involuntarily clenches around it, whines bubbling up from his throat.

He feels the deep moan rumbling in Jeongguk’s chest where they’re connected, and it’s so hot that Jimin doesn’t have time to conceal the pathetic whimper that breaks past the kiss-bitten swell of his lips. 

“Right there, baby?” 

Jeongguk’s inquiry makes him shiver, hot breath dampening the shell of his ear and wet tongue licking a teasing stripe. Jimin only moans in response, voice slightly strangled. He’s barely able to nod where he’s still held in Jeongguk’s grip. 

Eyes rolled back into his head, Jimin feels the wet smack of lips on his again, passionate and rushed. Then the hold on his jaw is replaced with a large hand wrapping around his throat. 

He’s lost in the sensation of it immediately. That specific hand placement alone is sometimes enough to leave him pliant and whimpering in the other’s hold. 

Jimin lets his head fall back, guided against Jeongguk’s shoulder, the fingers digging into the sides of his neck tightening ever so slightly. His hand abandons its clutch in Jeongguk’s hair to grasp at his own throbbing cock. 

Jeongguk’s quiet grunts in his ear combine with the floaty feeling starting to take over from the pressure around his neck. Jimin’s soft yet strangled moans grow louder and more desperate as he begins to wheeze slightly with each inhale. 

“C-close, I’m close…” He just manages to get the syllables out, his orgasm approaching so quickly that speech is an afterthought. 

Jeongguk swats Jimin’s hand away from where he’s stroking himself. 

“You said you wanted to come on my cock, so you will. From just my cock.” His voice is demanding, and Jimin gives into it so easily.

But the pressure mounting inside of him is overwhelming and he can’t help his frantic movements in the other’s arms. He claws at Jeongguk, trying to push away as his ascent towards climax nears the breaking point, always so much more intense when it’s reached untouched. 

Every time Jimin squirms, the hand on his throat tightens in unison with the hold locking his body to Jeongguk’s. 

Cock grazing his prostate with each stroke, Jeongguk’s strong arms keep Jimin in place no matter how much he struggles. 

“Fucking take it like you said you could. Like you begged for.”

Heaving a wet gasp of a whimper, Jimin’s shaking hands find Jeongguk’s arms again to hold on tight. His fingers dig in harshly as he starts to feel the first subtle waves of his orgasm approaching. 

Jimin’s breath quickens, exhales choked out from the pressure squeezing around both sides of his neck. Jeongguk bites at his ear. 

“That’s it, hyung. Come for me,” he encourages. “You always sound so pretty when you do. Wanna feel that slutty little hole of yours come on my cock. ”

A few more harsh thrusts aimed directly at Jimin’s prostate, and he’s clenching rhythmically around Jeongguk’s length. 

Jimin screams and gasps out Jeongguk’s name as he’s fucked through the mind numbing pleasure. White-hot and scorching as it burns a path from his core, flames lick outwards through his extremities. 

Every muscle of his body locks, only held upright by Jeongguk’s secure grip on him as he’s consumed by the blaze.

Jimin spills onto the counter, and Jeongguk’s pace fucking into him doesn’t relent. He continues to brush against his prostate with every glide of his cock, milking every bit of his orgasm possible. Nipping and sucking on Jimin’s earlobe, Jeongguk whispers sweet praises to him. 

“There you go, baby…just like that. You’re doing so well…sound so pretty, sweetheart...fucking beautiful like this…”

Jeongguk doesn’t slow down, even as Jimin starts to whine and jolt from the aftershocks traveling through him.

Instead, Jeongguk pushes Jimin over the counter again - right into his warm, sticky mess - held down by a hand at the back of his neck while the other latches onto the collection of bruises already forming on his hip. 

Jimin gasps in much needed breaths. He’s barely able to keep up through the delirium of his orgasm intensified by Jeongguk’s hand squeezing around his neck, and now the sweet pleasure of feeling Jeongguk holding his weak body in place to use for his own satisfaction.

He mewls pathetically at the sharp pressure of his sensitive and softening cock rubbing against the counter. Tears gather in the corners of Jimin’s eyes and soon spill over, wetting the deep, post-orgasm flush of his cheeks and puddling on the hard surface below. 

“Jeongguk please, I- I can’t…fuck-” Jimin’s cut off by his own moan, trailing off in a pained whine. 

“Come on, one more for me,” Jeongguk urges between heavy breaths. “You can do that right?” 

Jimin hiccups, choking on a watery sob. He manages a small nod. The mess of salty tears and probably a bit of drool smears where Jeongguk’s grip on the back of his neck holds his face smushed to the counter.

“Isn’t this what you whined and begged for, hyung? Hmm? Isn’t this what you wanted?” Jeongguk grunts through gritted teeth. He doesn’t wait for Jimin to answer. “Gonna give you exactly what you asked for, pretty.”

Jeongguk is relentless driving into him, each stroke expertly aimed for his sore prostate. Jimin’s mouth hangs open, tongue almost lolling out and body helpless from the onslaught. His mind is growing numb as every sensation works to send him closer to tipping over the edge into subspace.

It’s incredible and devastating and torturous, and exactly what Jimin had endured so much teasing to finally have. 

If Jimin was able to formulate so much as a coherent thought, he’d thank Jeongguk for everything he’s giving him right now.

He doesn’t have a chance to come down from his euphoric high. Jeongguk’s assault on his ass keeps him suspended in a headspace that’s as pleasurable as it is terrible, the mounting tension that ignited in orgasm unable to dissipate through the intense overstimulation. Almost unbearable before it reaches the point of ecstasy.

All he can do is take it. Jimin cries out and babbles against the counter, Jeongguk’s strong hands locking him in place. 

“You’re fucking crying on my cock hyung…’s that good?” 

Jimin can hear the smirk in his voice, a smug lilt hanging on each self-assured syllable. He’s too fucked out to even try and sputter any sort of retort.

Instead, he lets out a shocked sob at the harsh impact of Jeongguk’s palm crashing down on his ass. It feels a thousand times stronger than anything else tonight, so hard it resonates deep into the bone. It lingers in a rough, possessive grip over the splotchy-red flesh. 

Jeongguk drives his point home with a quick succession of spanks just as brutal. An athlete’s perfect aim hitting over and over in the same spot. 

Feet slipping out from under him when his knees buckle, Jimin’s sobs morph into a wet near-scream at the painful heat radiating from the bright red palm print decorating his ass cheek. 

Jeongguk is quick to catch him and arrange his trembling body over the counter again. Only Jimin’s legs hang off now, dangling weakly and toes barely brushing the floor. 

There’s nowhere for Jimin to go without the support of his legs giving him leverage. He’s essentially trapped, laid out on the smooth counter of their kitchen island made slick with his own sweat and cum. It mixes with his tears and drool in a pitiful mess. 

Jeongguk evens out the punishing spanks on Jimin’s other cheek. Twin palm prints mirror on each side of his plump peach of an ass. 

He spits on his cock and spreads it over himself quickly, then leans over Jimin to press into him again. Jimin barely squeaks out a moan, limp where he lays. 

The combination of pain and overstimulation is finally enough to force Jimin into a softer headspace, morphing agony into all-consuming, blissful pleasure. He’s able to bask in the sweet and floaty feeling of it. With lazy flutters of his eyelashes and shallow breaths, he takes each careful thrust of Jeongguk’s cock without protest.

Jeongguk kisses over his back sweetly, lips and hands caressing everywhere they reach. He can feel Jeongguk’s hot breath and warm touch - comforting and loving. 

Jimin sighs out contentedly when Jeongguk brushes his messy hair away from his face to place a peck on his cheek. 

Big hands run down Jimin’s arms carefully to meet his own. Their fingers interlock and he feels Jeongguk’s thumbs stroke reassuringly over the skin.  

“Take everything so well. Ahh…you feel so- so good, baby. Fucking perfect.” Jeongguk almost whispers the praise, lips tickling over Jimin’s skin translating through the haze into a pleasant tingle. 

Jeongguk leans up to kiss his cheek again, then lays his head on Jimin’s back as he fucks him, slow and sensual in the movement now. 

“You okay? Wanna make you come again. Can you do that?” 

Everything Jeongguk does now has Jimin feeling sublime - his soft touches, his sweet voice filtering through the cotton in Jimin’s ears. 

Sure, he can do that. He can do whatever Jeongguk wants. Jeongguk always makes him feel so good, so safe.

Jeongguk squeezes Jimin’s hands in his question, looking for a sign to continue when the other is too lost in his head to speak. Jimin weakly squeezes back, giving a soft little grunt. 

The warmth over him disappears and the world tilts, then Jimin is on his back. He lets out a soft huff of surprise, and with great effort, slowly blinks his eyes open.

Jimin’s unfocused gaze finds Jeongguk, so gorgeous before him and sparkling with perspiration, dark hair curled where it’s wet and matted to his skin. He stands like a Greek god between Jimin’s spread thighs. All sculpted, lean muscle. All for Jimin. 

He kisses the inside of Jimin’s knee, then his lips roam delicately over the surrounding skin. Jeongguk’s hands hold his weak legs up, strong in their grasp on him. 

Jimin’s breath catches. 

“There you are,” he says softly with a smile. Jimin just stares, eyes lidded, thinking about how fucking pretty his boyfriend is. “I missed seeing your face.” 

Jeongguk pulls Jimin closer to him, until his butt slides just off the edge of the counter. Then there’s blunt pressure at his hole and Jeongguk is pushing into him. 

Jimin lets out a soft moan from the feeling of being full again at the new angle. 

The thrusts are measured now, lacking in the ferocity Jeongguk fucked him with before. Instead, his cock drags along Jimin’s walls at a delicious pace - slow as he draws back and snapping a bit quicker inside, controlled and purposeful. Jimin watches Jeongguk’s abdominal muscles contract with the movement, a little dizzy from the sight the younger makes in front of him.   

Jimin's entire body is tingling. It feels like a low voltage of electricity is coursing through him, a soft, pleasant hum just under the skin. 

Hands stroke up and down his thighs, warm and secure. Then one is moving lower to palm at Jimin’s half-hard cock. It’s red and weeping, the precum that leaks out mixing on his front with the mess he was fucked into earlier. 

Even though Jeongguk’s touch is gentle, the stimulation is so good it’s almost too much. It has Jimin whining quietly in reaction to the feeling of Jeongguk’s large hand wrapping around his length and stroking him to full hardness. 

“Shhh, it’s okay. Just a little longer, alright? You can do it, baby. Come one more time for me.” 

The electric buzz is intensifying, most rapidly at his core. Jimin can’t seem to take in a deep enough breath and he’s gasping with each inhale. Eyes screwed shut and little toes curling where they hang over each of Jeongguk’s shoulders, he searches blindly with trembling fingers for something to hold onto. 

Only meeting the smooth surface of the counter, Jimin’s breath grows frantic and wetness flows from the corners of his eyes and down his temples. 

He feels his thighs pressing forward into his body and a warm presence moving to fit into the space in between. 

“Hey, hey it’s okay. Jimin, you’re okay. I’m right here.” 

Jimin whimpers. 

“Baby, look at me. Please.”

Jimin’s eyes flutter open and Jeongguk is there. So beautiful and glowing and just within reach. Jimin grabs on weakly to his shoulders. 

“Almost there, sweetheart. You’re doing so well. Just a little more, okay?” 

Jimin nods as a sob wracks through him.

Jeongguk moves from stroking Jimin’s length to wrapping his hand around the head. His palm twists over the most sensitive part, quickly bringing Jimin right to the edge. His thighs shake and his hole spasms around Jeongguk’s cock, clenching as he’s brought to the brink of another orgasm.
All Jimin can do is whimper and cry, wet eyes looking up at Jeongguk. His little hands grasp onto muscled shoulders, his nails leaving marks where they dig in. 

“Fuck…baby…” Jeongguk’s jaw clenches and he thrusts into Jimin faster now, that being the final push he needed to come a second time that night. 

Jimin wails. It’s wet and broken, echoing alongside the lewd smack of skin on skin before his head tips back, mouth caught open in a silent moan. He falls apart in Jeongguk’s hands, cock spurting over the tensing muscles of his own torso while he’s stroked through it.

The fire that coursed through him earlier is different from the electric current that flows now. He’s almost vibrating with pleasure, the lick of hot flame replaced by the sear of lightning sparking throughout, no part of him left untouched. 

It fizzles out slowly, leaving Jimin truly boneless. He basks in the afterglow of it, static buzzing in his mind and body. He barely registers when Jeongguk pulls out to release over his hole, white hot cum painting the small gape there. 

Jeongguk briefly presses the tip inside, the last of his orgasm slowly dripping from Jimin’s rim when he pulls his cock out again, now soft and spent. 

Jimin feels like he’s floating - lighter than air, completely euphoric and mind far, far away from his body. 

Jeongguk lets him enjoy the high, staying close to maintain the physical touch Jimin needs when he’s in this fragile state. 

He breathes heavily, leaned over the older for a few minutes, hands slowly tracing along the dips and curves in Jimin’s skin before him. He smears their cum around a little,  gently pushing it into Jimin’s clenching hole to watch it drip out again. 

Still fuzzy with remnants of pleasure, Jimin senses Jeongguk carefully pulling him up to sit on the edge of the counter. He stands between his thighs so Jimin can lean forward and relax into him, head laying down onto the thick meat of his shoulder. 

Jimin comes down from the intense high like that - pressed close to Jeongguk, warm hands stroking over him reassuringly, sometimes petting his hair. Light brushes of lips kiss whatever’s in reach between whispered praises he can’t bring himself to decipher.

His mind clears slowly, and when it does, Jimin reaches his hands up to wrap around Jeongguk as well. 

“Hi,” he mutters groggily, squeezing slightly as he hugs.

“Hey, you back?” Jeongguk kisses the side of his head when he nods. “You okay? That was a lot.” 

Jimin hums happily in response. “Never better.” 

That makes Jeongguk laugh. “Are you sure? I wasn’t too rough?” He strokes tentatively over the marks on Jimin’s neck. 

“No, I’m okay.” Jimin shifts where he’s sitting and winces. “Mmm, might be a little sore tomorrow though.”

“Can’t blame me for that, babe. You begged me to take away your ability to walk.” 

“Shit…I did, didn’t I?” Jimin huffs out a quiet laugh and Jeongguk joins in. 

He cuddles into Jeongguk and sighs, bringing his legs in to koala around his body as well. He looks down and snorts at what he sees. 

“What?” 

“All that and you didn’t even take your pants off?”

Jeongguk grumbles, defensive, “I had more pressing matters to attend to.”  

“Oh, really? Because you really took your sweet time before finally fucking me.” 

Jeongguk pulls away to look Jimin in the eye. 

“You’re the one who was so hellbent on teasing me, moaning like you’re in heat while practically making love to the food I prepared for you out of the goodness of my heart.”

Jimin narrows his eyes. “You can’t tell me you had purely innocent intentions either. Strawberries and whipped cream…really Jeongguk? That’s sex food and you know it.” 

For once that evening, Jeongguk seems at a loss for words. 

Jimin feels vindicated by the silence. “...Besides, you love my teasing.” 

“Mmm. How did it feel to get a taste of it this time, then?”

Jeongguk keeps his eyes locked with Jimin’s, defiant, his tongue poking at his cheek. Jimin mirrors his expression. They both try to fight the smiles pulling at the corners of their mouths. 

Only a few seconds later, and they fail, falling into a fit of giggles together. 

“God you’re still on that? So corny with the whole ‘taste’ thing.”

“Come on, that was good.” 

“Sure…” 

Jimin’s voice is quiet when he continues, hands coming up to palm the sides of Jeongguk’s face. 

“It was nice…made everything so intense at the end.” He pauses, eyes flitting back and forth between Jeongguk’s. “I haven’t slipped that far in a while…I needed that.” 

Jeongguk hums. “We’ve gotten softer lately, haven’t we?”

“A little. I’m not complaining, but…” he chews at the corner of his lip. “Maybe you could edge me more often?” 

“Are you going to whine about it the whole time?”

Jimin smirks. “Probably. But you love it when I whine.” 

“That I do.” Jeongguk looks smug, then his expression softens. His next words are slow and careful. “You can ask for it, you know? To slip? I’ll always give you that.”

“Was I that obvious?” 

“You’re usually pretty insatiable, babe. You only play coy when you want something out of it.” 

Considering the recent events that just unfolded, Jimin feels shy hearing Jeongguk lay it out in the open like that and quickly averts his eyes. 

“...Calling me ‘insatiable’...you’re one to talk.” It’s not the best response Jimin could mutter, but Jeongguk doesn’t push.

He’s pulled into a deep kiss, Jeongguk’s hands cradling Jimin’s body to his own. When they break he fits himself back into the comfortable crook of Jeongguk’s neck.

“Just know you can always tell me…” Jeongguk kisses Jimin’s hair, and something about it makes Jimin sniffle. He buries his face into Jeongguk, feeling more vulnerable now than he has the entire night.

They stay like that for a bit - Jeongguk gently swaying them, his fingers dancing along Jimin’s spine, humming softly.

Until Jimin grows increasingly uncomfortable with how sticky he is, both of them a mess of smeared and drying bodily fluids. 

“‘Gguk?” Jeongguk grunts out softly in acknowledgement. “Shower?” 

“I’d love to.” 

With that, Jeongguk finally kicks his stained sweatpants off the rest of the way and lifts Jimin off the counter. He doesn't make it two steps before Jimin is protesting. 

“Let me down, I really can walk.” 

“Doubt that.” 

“I’m serious!”

“So am I. Now let me take care of you, damn it.”

It’s useless to argue. Jimin - not so secretly - loves his princess treatment, and Jeongguk is already stepping away from the kitchen island towards the hall that leads to the bathroom. 

Jimin gets a good look at the space they just defiled. 

“...Oh my god, ‘Ggukkie…”

“Shhh, don’t look at it. I’ll clean up, I promise.”

❋ ❋ ❋  

Maybe Jeongguk had a point with the whole ‘not walking’ thing. Jimin has to lean into him for support in the shower, not entirely trusting himself to support his body’s full weight on such wobbly legs. 

Jeongguk loves this part, and Jimin is more than happy to indulge him. He lets the younger dote on him, his hands gentle as they guide Jimin under the spray of the shower and scrub shampoo through his hair. 

He stands behind Jimin to rub a soapy washcloth over his aching muscles. Jimin is so relaxed that the familiar strawberry scent takes a few seconds longer to register. 

“Hey, that’s yours you don’t have to-”

“Please.” Jeongguk snorts. “You use it all the time.” 

“No I don’t!” 

“Jimin, it wafts out of the bathroom like a pink cloud whenever you come back from a shower.” 

Jimin sputters. Jeongguk just chuckles.

“Your body wash has been sitting there for months untouched. Hell, it’s almost full.” 

“It is not-”

Jeongguk turns Jimin around to face him, strong hands holding him steady. He leans in to press a sweet kiss to Jimin’s forehead. 

“I’ll get the big bottle next time, hmm?” 

Jimin just grumbles, and tries - unsuccessfully - to hide his smile. 

❋ ❋ ❋

There’s a calmness in Jimin’s mind as he wakes the next morning, the anxious itch he’d felt before now replaced with a serene stillness. 

Then he dares to move and the previous night comes rushing back. 

Physically, Jimin feels like he got hit by a bus. When he manages to stumble to the bathroom he groans at his naked reflection. 

Jeongguk owes him for the amount of concealer he’s about to slather on. 

The marks do manage to send a little jolt of proud satisfaction through him though. His boyfriend did that. His tall, very hot, gym rat, baby-faced, demon-in-bed boyfriend.

But then Jimin wraps a robe around himself and pads to the kitchen. 

He shrieks at what he sees. 

“Jeon Jeongguk!” 

A groan answers him and he hears the bed creaking. Moments later Jeongguk shuffles out in all his glory - naked as the day he was born, hair mussed and rubbing sleepily at his eyes. 

“...What, what is it? Everything okay?” 

“You said you’d take care of this!” Jimin gestures towards the kitchen island. It’s even worse than he remembered. There’s some stains that dark granite and black cabinets just don’t hide well. 

“Oh, fuck.” Jeongguk looks over at Jimin and gulps. “Sorry, but you wouldn’t let me go last night.”

“That’s not an excuse.” 

“Yes, it is. How was I supposed to come out here and clean everything when you whined about me even wanting to get up and grab us some water?”

Jimin finds he has a hard time arguing with that. He was a little clingy last night as they were heading to bed. But that’s not his fault! Jeongguk’s the one that fucked him so thoroughly he saw god. 

“I wouldn’t have been like that if you didn’t turn into such an animal out here last night. Really, you should learn to control yourself.” 

“Please. You started it. You’re to blame too.” 

Jimin purses his lips and crosses his arms over his sore chest. 

Jeongguk just blinks across the few feet separating them, and then he’s striding over and pulling Jimin’s face to his. 

“Jeon-” he cuts Jimin off, lips pressing firmly to his full ones. Jimin can only keep it up for a second before he melts into the touch and kisses Jeongguk back. 

Maybe it’s the passionate display of anger, maybe it’s because Jimin is still sore from last night, or maybe it’s because Jeongguk is completely bare and pressed warm against him. But the kiss quickly deepens and loses any sort of finesse as Jimin clings to Jeongguk just as desperately.

Once Jimin lets out a soft moan, Jeongguk slowly pulls away, hands holding Jimin close. 

“...We could go for round two? I promise it’ll be quick.” There’s a hopeful sparkle in his eyes. 

Jimin wants to say no, he really does. It’s the responsible thing to do since they both need to start getting ready for work soon. 

But Jeongguk bites his pretty pink lip between those bunny teeth as his eyes trace hungrily over the spattering of hickeys on the older’s neck, and suddenly Jimin’s mind is made up. 

“Yeah, sure.” he agrees, voice breathy already. “But it has to be quick, okay?”

“Of course.”

It isn’t.