Streamers Down Bad • Chapter 1 • 6.1K (Patreon)

Jeongguk has never shown his face or talked while streaming. He’s got a cheap bunny mask on whenever he games, likes his privacy. It never meant to blow up, but for a month now he’s been top of the charts, his follower number grown to millions. 

Even though he’s always muted, never says a thing, he gets millions of views, thousands of comments. And he won’t lie, it feels good to be at the top. He takes pride in being the best. 

It’s just that lately, this one guy has been getting on his nerves. Second best player Park Jimin. He’s the complete opposite of him. Always dressed up, hair perfectly styled, ridiculously handsome. And so loud. Always mouthy about everything, never knows when to shut the fuck up. 

Jimin’s been gaining followers rapidly, and now threatens to take his spot. And that too, he can’t ever seem to shut up about. 

Jeongguk has been frustrated before, has been annoyed at players, has considered unmuting and saying what he thinks, but he’s always been able to compose himself. But Jimin presses all of his buttons. 

The thing is though, Jimin has got a really, really nice voice. It’s unique. It’s tender, light like a feather. When Jimin gets really into it, he can be so condescending to other players and there’s something sinister yet incredibly hot about it.

So yeah, he’s got a love hate relationship with Jimin. Not that Jimin knows, nor any of his followers. 

In contrast, Jimin usually lets it slip that he thinks Jeongguk is a coward for not showing his face, yet at the same time he likes to contradict that by saying Jeongguk is a show-off and a wannabe. It’s quite interesting, apparently he can’t stand it that he doesn’t know who he’s up against.

It’s cute honestly, how Jimin always gets so frustrated with him on his own live streams, but when they play against each other, he acts so superior. 

Jimin hasn’t won from him yet though. Jeongguk thinks it’s because Jimin’s too busy entertaining his chat, too busy checking himself out in the camera. And that’s completely understandable, he’s really handsome. 

Well, pretty? 

Jimin has got something quite graceful, despite the strong jawline and neck. Jeongguk has spend quite some time admiring Jimin’s full lips, seductive monolid eyes, and round cheeks. He’s got a doll face, fits perfectly with his tender voice. And his hair, which he likes to dye in all sorts of colours, is now a bright pink. 

Jeongguk thinks he likes pink on him the most. He can tell he likes it the most because he’s played the worst this week, a little distracted by it. 

So, yeah, he admits that Jimin annoys him, and that he doesn’t like that he’s such a good player. But at the same time he has to face the fact that he’s attracted to him. Which would be less of a problem if not everyone with eyes would be feeling the same thing. 

Especially because Jimin loves to read those type of comments out loud to himself. He has a little bit of a praise kink or something, always gets such rosy cheeks when literally 99% of his chat is calling him handsome and pretty. 

It bothers Jeongguk a little because he has major jealousy issues and even though he has never spoken to Jimin, he wants him to be his. 

Sort of. 

In a way. 

The only thing he’s got going for him is being the number 1 player. He doesn’t want to lose that spot because Jimin always talks about him, and he doesn’t want that to change. 

One day, he breaks one of his own rules. 

Jimin and he are playing against each other, live on stream together with some other high profile streamers. But there’s something about Jimin’s voice today which Jeongguk just can’t seem to ignore.

It’s raspier than normal, and every time Jimin chuckles at someone’s futile attempt at headshotting him, it sends shivers down Jeongguk’s spine. 

“Ah, poor thing, did you really think you could take me like that?”

Jimin grins, looks somewhat evil when he does, and Jeongguk swallows at the tone of voice. For some reason it always makes heat spread through his body whenever Jimin starts talking like that. 

He shakes his head, refocuses on the game. But the longer they play, the more Jimin’s comments start to make him feel some type of way. He knows that’s what Jimin’s followers really like about him, it’s basically dirty talk, but never crossing the line. 

“That’s right, you can’t take it, I told you so.”

Jeongguk feels goosebumps appear on his arms and neck. 

“But you always keep coming back for more, hm? such a good boy.”

That’s it, that’s his breaking point.

He opens the chat of Jimin’s stream for the very first time, types something and hits send without thinking.

It takes a few seconds, but then the chat blows up, and Jimin asks what’s going on. 

“Hm? Wait, bunnymask commented?”

Ah, fuck, he shouldn’t have done that on a whim. He’s never commented on anything. 

“your voice sounds good today jimin-hyung”

Jimin reads the comment aloud, and Jeongguk cringes at himself for sending something like that. He should have just stopped streaming and gotten off instead of putting all his horny energy into this. 

Then again, it’s worth seeing Jimin triple checking if he actually commented, big eyes rereading the line. 

“I’m- I’m older than you? Didn’t know that.”

Jimin says at first, a little distracted from playing. 

Jeongguk looks at his comment section going absolutely crazy, feels his cheeks burn, adrenaline rushing through his body. Even though he knows nothing is really revealed like this, he still feels exposed.

“I drank a bit too much yesterday so my voice is quite raspy right now. You like that?”

Jimin asks, trying to act as though he doesn’t find it exhilarating that he finally made the bunnymask comment something. Jeongguk can see how Jimin keeps checking the chat, keeps rereading it to make sure.

He considers not answering, but since he’s done it now anyway, why not indulge?

Jimin reads his comment out loud again.

“yeah, can you do some asmr for me?”

The chat goes even crazier, and Jimin looks positively stunned. 

“ASMR? Like if I’d whisper? Like this?”

Jimin whispers the last two words and it hits exactly the right spot. It sounds sensual, a hint of that raspy edge still in his mellow voice. Like a lover whispering against his ear, sounding all fucked out. Jeongguk turns his volume all the way up, feels his cock twitch in his pants. 

“yeah, just like that”

God, he’s not sure if he can keep playing like this. He bites on his bottom lip as he tries to refocus, but his chat is going crazy, making his computer lag a little. There’s a bunch of “ayo” and blush face emoji’s on there. 

Maybe it sounds a little too suggestive.

When Jimin reads it out loud, Jeongguk can see his eyebrow quirk up once, grin spreading on those pretty lips. 

“Ah I see.. is it relaxing to listen to?”

Jimin whispers, though he probably knows it isn’t relaxing at all. He must know, because Jeongguk has watched his streams before, knows that Jimin knows he sounds sexy.

“no..”

“No?” Jimin chuckles softly. “What do you think then?”

Oh he’s so doing it on purpose. That slight vocal cry at the beginning of his sentences makes Jeongguk’s hands sweat. He can’t fix his composure, and some of his followers have picked up on it by now. He can see comments rapidly appearing on his screen.

 wtf bunnymask is flustered

ive never seen bm act like this

ayoooooo?

are they flirting????

lmao bunnymask fruity af

yo am I on onlyfans rn 

Fuck, he really shouldn’t have commented anything. This is so embarrassing. He’s always been this badass enigma, now he’s gonna be known for thirsting over Park Jimin. 

“very erotic”

Oh he’s done it now, really. 

Though he can’t say he regrets it that much because Jimin gets flustered the moment he reads it. He only reads the first word out loud, and then he just stares. 

Jeongguk watches him closely, sees a pink blush cover Jimin’s cheeks, matching his hair. 

“You- you can’t just say that on stream.”

Jimin stutters, but there’s a small content grin that shimmers through, like he can’t help but enjoy this type of attention. 

Jeongguk doesn’t know what else to say, so he tries to just focus on the game, not on the thousands of comments asking what the fuck just happened. 

“Want me to keep talking like this then?”

Jimin asks after a minute or two. His voice sounds so close, Jeongguk can almost imagine him right next to him. 

God, he wishes Jimin was right next to him. 

“no, can’t concentrate anymore”

Jimin chuckles softly when he reads it out loud, and even that sounds extremely sexy. It sends tingles all over Jeongguk’s body. He really should have gotten off first.

“No? That means I might win if I keep whispering like this, hm?”

Jimin looks directly into the camera with a cheeky smile, and for a second Jeongguk feels like he’s not wearing his mask. Feels like Jimin is looking directly at him. He gasps, though no one can hear it, has to take a few deep breaths to calm down. 

“not a chance”

He types back. Even though he isn’t so sure, he needs to ooze confidence like he always does. After all, Jimin has never won from him before, he shouldn’t worry too much. 

“Wanna bet on it?” 

Jimin asks boldly, cocking his head with a sly smile. 

Jeongguk has never lost a bet. And he’s never refused one, so he’s instantly triggered.

“sure”

More comments flood in.

oh my god am I really witnessing this?

fuck this is so cool

holy shit a showdown???

this is insane!!! 

bunnymask will def win

ayoooo the tension thick af

“If I win, you’ll have to let us hear your voice.”

Jesus Christ. 

Park Jimin doesn’t play around. 

Not only did Jeongguk break his first rule of never commenting, if he loses, he’s gonna break his second rule of never letting anyone hear his voice. That’s risky. His privacy will be on the line if anyone would recognise his voice in real life. 

Jimin waits, quirks an eyebrow as he stares into the camera. Cheeky bastard. 

Jeongguk huffs, taps his fingers on his desk as he thinks about it. What could he make Jimin do that’s of the same value? What does he want from him? 

“if i win you have to give a private asmr show just for me”

Jimin reads his condition, but doesn’t dare to say it out loud. He just looks at the screen a little flustered, probably wonders why Jeongguk would want that. Probably knows why Jeongguk would want that. Jimin hesitates, but eventually nods.

“Deal.”

Jeongguk smirks behind his mask, he’s all fired up now. He’s been wanting to have Jimin all for himself for a while, and he’s not passing the opportunity. However, the chat doesn’t seem to be on his side. 

omg I want jimin to win now

jimin I’d never thought I’d root for u but pls win

did bunnymask just ask that fr?

private. asmr. show.

bunnymask voice letsgooooo jimin

bm is so horny for jm and honestly same

Jeongguk cracks his neck, stretches his arms above his head and mentally prepares himself.  Just another game, this is just another game. He watches Jimin get ready as well, sees him adjust his mic so it’s closer to his mouth.

“Are you ready darling?”

Jimin whispers, sending an electric shock down Jeongguk’s spine. His cock twitches again, now half-hard, tenting in his sweatpants. He blushes, quickly checks if his webcam isn’t catching that, adjusts it a little so only his head and shoulders are in frame. 

“let’s go”

And then it’s on. 

It’s the most intense five round game he’s had in his gaming career. Granted, there’s a lot on the line so he’s sweating a little bit as he plays. The first two rounds he wins easily, but the third round Jimin wins by sheer luck. 

Then again, luck is also a skill. 

The fourth round makes him cautious, too cautious. Jimin sneaks up from behind and takes him out and Jeongguk almost slams his keyboard in frustration. 

“Are you sweating love?”

Jimin whispers against his ear. 

Jeongguk’s mouth waters instantly, and he checks to see if there’s stains visible in his sweater, but there’s nothing there. Jimin is just playing with him. The satisfied smirk on his full lips is driving him insane. 

“It’s quite exciting isn’t it? Are you getting riled up?”

“no.”

He lies, even though he’s nervously tapping his leg, biting his lip behind his mask. 

Jimin chuckles when he reads his reply, doesn’t believe him either way. 

“No, it takes more to get you going hm?”

Fuck.

Jeongguk clenches his thighs together tightly, feels heat flare up at his face. 

Concentrate. Win the game.

“We’ve been at it for four rounds now, but you still can’t get enough of me.”

Jimin whispers, putting a little extra on it. His voice is dripping with lust, and Jeongguk feels his cock stand up straight against his stomach just thinking about fucking Jimin into oblivion. 

His fingers twitch, right hand aching to relief some tension between his legs, but he keeps them strictly on the keyboard. 

Jimin looks into the camera, licks his pretty lips. 

“Gonna take me for one more?”

There’s a twinkle in those eyes, and Jeongguk wishes he could just shut Jimin up by kissing him absolutely senseless. He pants softly as he stares at him on his screen, unable to type a coherent reply.

So Jimin decides to keep whispering.

“You know.. I like it rough and intense.”

Lewd.

Jeongguk moans softly, triple checks if he’s muted. He needs to touch himself just for a second. The last round can wait. He leans back in his chair, cups himself through his pants. Jesus, he’s so fucking hard, his cock twitches at the mere touch. 

“Or would you like me to take you this time around? Bet I’d look pretty good on top.”

Jeongguk lets his eyes fall closed at the lewd remarks, caresses himself through his sweats. Jimin is right, he would look pretty on top. Would look pretty riding him, or fucking him, it doesn’t matter. 

“Why don’t you lower your camera a little? Wouldn’t want anyone to think you’re cheating, you haven’t won yet.”

Fuck. 

He quickly readjusts, blushes profusely as he sees Jimin smirk like that. Like he knows exactly what he’s doing. Jeongguk quickly lowers his camera to proof that he’s got his hands above the desk. 

“Are you ready darling?”

Jimin asks, like he doesn’t know he sends Jeongguk into orbit with those nicknames. 

“Type yes jimin if you’re ready.”

Oh, he’s really something else. All hairs on Jeongguk’s body stand up straight as he opens the chat, types it faster than lightning.

“yes jimin-hyung”

He can see Jimin’s eyes light up when he reads it, corner of his mouth quirking upwards. 

“Good. Let’s see who comes out on top this round.”

Jeongguk is struggling. He’s got his hard cock pressing against stomach, and Jimin’s menacing little comments are annoying him and turning him on at the same time. 

Twice now, he’s made extremely stupid mistakes, and he’s really not sure he’s gonna win. But instead of feeling frustrated, he’s thrilled. The game has never been this intense or exciting before, he’s never had so much on the line.

They’re tied til the very end, the last seconds turning red on the screen, the countdown has begun. 

10 seconds.

He needs one more kill.

5 seconds.

He can’t find Jimin.

2 seconds.

Jimin delivers the final blow. 

And then it’s over. 

Jeongguk’s jaw drops, stares at the screen which shows the big letters: YOU LOSE

He can’t believe it. Jimin has actually defeated him. For the very first time. 

Jimin’s victory scream hurts his ears, so he turns the volume down, looks at the screen where Jimin has left his chair in excitement. 

Even though he’s lost, Jeongguk can’t help but chuckle. He knows Jimin has been trying his hardest to win, and to be honest, he deserves it. Beside from being a little too obsessed with his looks, he is a good player. And even though Jimin is a sore loser and likes to run his mouth, Jeongguk has a soft spot for him.

Well, this is it then. He’s gonna have to say something.

Adrenaline rushes through his body as he unmutes himself. As Jimin still hasn’t taken a seat, Jeongguk decides to give him a slow applause. As soon as Jimin hears it, he looks at his screen and quickly sits down, all attention on him. 

Jeongguk grins behind his mask, likes to see the comment section going crazy. It goes too fast to even read, but he knows everyone is excited to hear his voice. 

“Congratulations Jimin-hyung.”

Jimin smiles so brightly it’s blinding. His eyes disappear into little crescents and it’s so charming, Jeongguk can’t help but marvel at him. 

“You played really well.”

He adds. His voice sounds a little gruff, because he hasn’t actually talked yet today, and because he’s still quite affected from all Jimin’s commentary.

“Thank you. I guess you weren’t bad either.”

Jimin says, looking at his nails.

Such a diva. 

Jeongguk snorts, rolls his eyes behind his mask. He doesn’t have anything else to say really, and also.. his cock is still hard. 

“I’m going now, I have important business to take care of.”

He mutes himself right after, breathes a sigh of relief.

“Mm, I bet you do.”

Jimin smirks, twisting from side to side in his desk chair. He knows exactly what Jeongguk will be doing. And that’s fine. He’s already admitted he thinks Jimin’s voice is erotic, already let all of his followers know he’s down bad. 

Jeongguk smiles, goes to take off his mask, stops the stream right before they can see his face. 

It’s always fun to do that.

He takes a deep breath, grabs some tissues from his drawer and leans back in his chair. Jimin’s got him all worked up. His whispers linger in his mind when he pushes his sweatpants down to let his cock slap against his stomach.

Right when he’s about to start getting off he gets a call. 

It’s a private call. 

Park Jimin.

His eyes widen and he stumbles to get boxers and mask back on before he accepts the call. 

Jimin appears, this time way bigger than just in the corner of his screen. He waves at him with a knowing smile, tilts his head to the side prettily. It’s his best angle, and he knows.

“Hello again love.”

Jimin whispers right into his speakerphones. 

Fuck. 

“hello”

He types back, quickly scanning if the tissues are out of frame. 

“you can unmute you know? I already heard your voice.”

Jimin taps his fingers on his desk as he stares into the camera with that sly smirk. 

Jeongguk contemplates if he should do it, if Jimin is secretly recording. Then again, everyone has heard his voice now, even if Jimin would be recording, it’s not that risky. So he unmutes. 

“Do you need me?”

He asks, a little nervous nonetheless. 

“Well, I’m feeling generous.”

Jimin starts, leaning back in his chair, lazily turning from left to right. He looks so effortlessly pretty. He’s just wearing a plain black shirt, yet Jeongguk can’t keep himself from checking him out. 

“Because, I didn’t think you’d actually do it. Talk, I mean. I expected you to be a sore loser.”

Ouch.

“You played fair, and you played well. So..”

He shrugs, adjusting in his chair. His cock is still hard, waiting for him to just get off already. 

“Mm. So, because you’re taking it so well, I thought I’d give you that private asmr show now.”

Oh. 

He blinks once, twice. Jimin is looking into the camera when he raises a brow, corner of his mouth quirking up a little. Because he must know what it does to him, Jeongguk is pretty sure Jimin knows. He’s already said his voice sounds erotic, already said that he can’t concentrate. And that comment about adjusting his camera.. Jimin has to know he wants to touch himself. 

“Ah..”

He doesn’t know what to say. Doesn’t think he can do anything with his camera and mic on. It  would be quite scandalous if Jimin was recording it. He could be blackmailed. 

“Oh? Are you having second thoughts now? You were so confident on stream.”

Jimin’s tone drops significantly, raspy edge now tickling Jeongguk’s brain in just the right way. He swallows, forgets that he’s got his mic on and Jimin can hear it. A little ashamed, he turns the volume all the way up to hear Jimin better. 

“Is it all a facade? Acting tough for your followers, but secretly you love being told what to do hm?”

Jeongguk feels goosebumps spread from his neck down over his arms. His breathing picks up a little, and he considers clicking the mute button, but Jimin is staring at him so intensely through the screen that he can’t move a muscle. 

“If you want, I can tell you what to do for me.”

Jimin cocks his head playfully, a glint in his eyes that speaks a thousand words. Then he licks his pretty lips, lights Jeongguk’s body on fire. He wants to know what they taste like.

“Say: yes Jimin-hyung.”

Jimin demands.

Fuck, that’s hot.

“Yes Jimin-hyung.”

He says, already quite breathless, feeling his cheeks warm up in shame afterwards.

Jimin looks quite affected by it as well, like he gets excited to be obeyed. Or maybe he just likes being called hyung. Might be both. 

“Good. What should I call you then? Bunny? Bun?”

Oh god, why does it sound so good when Jimin whispers it? He bets his own name would sound even hotter, but he can’t risk his identity being discovered. 

“Mm.”

He nods, kind of glad he’s wearing a mask because he’s sure his cheeks are a dark shade of red by now.

“You think my voice is erotic, right?”

Jimin asks, doing that thing again, making it sound breathy and raspy. Jeongguk’s cock twitches, and he really, really wants to touch himself but can’t do it. So he only nods, keeps his sweaty hands on the desk.

“Does it turn you on?”

His breath hitches for a second, wants to look away but Jimin’s eyes are locking him in. Should he really answer this? Doesn’t that give Jimin way too much blackmail material? Ah, fuck, he’s too horny to make rational decisions.

A little ashamed, he nods again. Jimin seems pleased, seems like he’s turned on as well, cheeks tainted a little more like the shade of his hair. 

“Why don’t you show me how much it turns you on.”

God fuck.

Show him? 

Is Jimin really asking him to-

Does Jimin want to see his cock? Does he want him to touch himself on camera? 

He shouldn’t. Absolutely should not go that far. But he can’t bring himself to say anything, feels only red hot desire running through his veins, wonders if Jimin would like it. If he’d praise him, tell him he’d love to suck him off.

A soft moan falls from his lips just thinking about it, but then he remembers he’s unmuted, tries to mask it with a cough. 

Jimin chuckles breathily. 

“It’s alright, I like it when you make sounds bun.”

“Mmh.”

He taps his foot up and down nervously, doesn’t know if he should stop this video call, because it’s way too risky to go on. He’s so worked up, and if Jimin keeps whispering in his ear like this he might just throw all logic out the window and touch himself on camera. 

“Oh, you’re so cute, even stamping like a little bunny when you’re nervous.”

Jimin says, sounding endeared by it. Jeongguk only finds it embarrassingly hot, taps his foot even faster. 

“Come on, show me, I want to see how much it turns you on.”

So Jimin really wants to see.. he wants to see it. Jeongguk blushes profusely when he looks down at his hard cock, then at the camera. What if he’s wrong though? What if he’s just reading into it wrong?

“You-“ He licks his dry lips. “You want to see.. uh..”

Jimin stares at him, raises a brow when he can’t bring the words past his lips. And when he can’t seem to go on, Jimin spells it out for him.

“I want to see how hard you are for me.”

“Oh.”

Yes so that’s- that’s exactly what he thought. Jimin seems a little smug, likes that he rendered him speechless. 

Jeongguk bites his lip, seriously shouldn’t even be contemplating this, could risk his entire career, his entire life. But he’s been wanting Jimin all for himself for a while now, and it’s hard to resist such a fine man asking so directly for it.

“don’t you want to show me how big you are, bun?”

Fuck. 

Fuck.

He does. He wants to. But he can’t do it, he really can’t do it. His palms are sweating, but he keeps them strictly on top of the desk even though he desperately wants to touch himself. 

Jimin just stares at him, sly grin on his lips that makes it even harder to say no. He wonders what his mouth can do. How far Jimin will go when he doesn’t have to restrict himself, which dirty things he’ll say for an audience of one. 

“What’s the matter?”

Jimin asks then, tilting his head prettily, blinking curiously though he probably knows exactly what the matter is. Jeongguk isn’t fooled by that hidden smirk.

“I can’t show you.”

Jeongguk says, trying to sound like he’s fully supportive of that sentence. 

Jimin smiles slyly, not at all bothered. 

“So that means you are hard, hm?”

Oh fuck. Jeongguk feels heat flare up his neck, caught like a deer in the headlights. 

“Have you been getting off on me secretly?”

Jimin asks, like it’s the most normal thing in the world. And Jeongguk doesn’t have ground to stand on. He’s come multiple times with Jimin on his mind, sometimes even watched him live on stream while getting off. 

He doesn’t dare to say anything, but the silence is apparently enough of an answer as Jimin chuckles breathily, running a hand through his hair. 

God, he’s insanely pretty. 

And he’s touching his lips. On purpose. While looking directly into the camera. 

Jeongguk’s breath hitches as he watches Jimin trace his full lips with his fingers for way too long to be natural, clearly doing it to tease him.

He needs to leave, he needs to fuck his hand right now. 

“You know, I could just sit here and look pretty for you if you want.”

Jimin whispers, quirking an eyebrow once. 

It’s terrible that Jeongguk is considering it. 

“I could pretend I don’t know what you’re doing.”

Jimin adds. 

Jeongguk bites his lip, looks away for a second because god he really can’t keep eye contact or he’ll spontaneously combust. 

“I- I can’t-“

“Why not?”

“You could blackmail me.”

He turns back just in time to see Jimin laugh, like he’s said something ridiculous, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Why would I do that? You could blackmail me just as easily. I just told you I want you to get off while looking at me.”

He.. he did just say that didn’t he?

Jeongguk blushes profusely as he looks at Jimin on his screen, seeming so calm and collected. He wonders if Jimin is hard as well, but then remembers he’s wearing a bunny mask, which might not really do the trick. 

“So if that’s your only concern, I won’t blackmail you.”

Jimin says, giving him a scout’s honour pose before leaning back in his chair and manspreading. 

Jeongguk eyes over his body greedily, cock twitching as he looks directly at Jimin’s crotch. He’d feel a little bad about it if it wasn’t absolutely intentional. He can’t quite see it because of the angle and brightness, but he feels his mouth water as he imagines Jimin getting off for him.

“So, bun, lower your camera and show me how bad you want me.”

Jeongguk nods without thinking, feels common sense slip right through his fingers. He’s been wanting this for months now. He doesn’t hesitate any longer, lowers the camera. 

His heartbeat is in his throat, knows he could be recorded right this moment, could risk his career, could risk everything. 

“Not even wearing pants, that desperate for me?”

Jimin asks, though it doesn’t sound like he’s bothered at all. 

“I was- I just- I just took them off.”

He clarifies, a little embarrassed. He doesn’t want Jimin to think he’s a pervert who never wears pants on stream. Jimin only smirks, doesn’t reply, he just leans closer to the screen, eyes scanning over his length through the fabric of his boxers. 

It’s maddening, the longer the silence stretches the more Jeongguk feels like he should have ended the call. 

But then Jimin licks his lips, makes a gesture with his hands that says enough, but just to drive Jeongguk even more insane he whispers it into the microphone as a command.

“Spread your legs for me.” 

He listens instantly, face glowing hot as he looks at himself on screen, outline of his hard cock visible, legs spread like a whore.

“Mmh.. show me, take your boxers off.”

Jimin demands, like he’s impatient for it, can’t drag out this moment any longer. It sends shivers down Jeongguk’s spine, eyelids sinking a little. Instead of listening right away, he slowly caresses over his length through the fabric, making Jimin wait for it. 

It’s worth it. A soft moan comes right through his headphones, and makes him gasp. As if his voice wasn’t erotic enough, Jimin sounds absolutely sinful when he moans.

“Take them off- take them off for me bun.”

Jimin tries again, more impatiently.

Jeongguk plays with his clothed cock instead, rubbing over the head to make it twitch, squeezing it so Jimin can nicely see the girth. He pretends he’s going to show him, only sliding a finger along the waistband of his boxers.

Jimin is watching so intently, getting so affected it’s addicting to watch. Just the way he’s licking his lips, biting his lower lip in frustration, eyes glazed over a little, shifting in his chair. 

“Show me. I want to see your cock so bad, show me.”

A shiver of satisfaction runs down Jeongguk’s spine, loves how Jimin can’t seem to function anymore. So he slowly takes his boxers off. His cock slaps against his stomach, curved up prettily, head tainted a dark shade of pink.

“Fuck. That’s- fuck.”

Jeongguk revels in Jimin’s swears, loves the way they sound. Loves that just showing him his cock is affecting him this much. In fact, he can hear Jimin suck his drool back into his mouth. 

“Mmh.. fuck. you’re so big.. so hard for me. Fuck. Such a pretty cock.”

“A-ah.”

The moan leaves his lips accidentally, can’t help it when Jimin whispers things like that, turning him on beyond measure. 

“Fuck. You sound so good, bun. Wanna hear that again.”

“Mmh.”

Jimin looks kind of bewildered, like the light control he had slipped through his fingers, like he needs him. One way or another.

“You’re- you’re making me so hard.”

Jimin adjusts his camera too, shows Jeongguk how hard he’s made him. Unsteady small hands run feverishly over the fabric of his tight jeans, rubbing over his length. It looks amateurish and needy, and Jeongguk gasps as he watches. Didn’t think Jimin would have the guts to do this. Thought he would be the only one taking the risk. 

“I- I want to suck your cock.”

Jimin admits, like he couldn’t shut up if he wanted to, just running his mouth. 

“Oh.”

“Want- want to see you touch yourself for me.”

“Fuck.”

Jeongguk spits in his hand, throws his head back, curls his hand around his cock as he imagines Jimin beneath his desk, between his knees, sucking him into his pretty mouth.

He starts flicking his wrist, doesn’t care that it’s fast and sloppy, doesn’t have time to tease Jimin anymore. He has a hard time tilting his head back up, sees Jimin also opening his zipper in a hurry. His mouth waters as he watches Jimin take his cock out quite gracelessly, jerking it fast before Jeongguk even has the time to take it in. 

“Fuck- wish I was on top of you right now bun. Want to feel you sink into me with that big cock.”

“Jimin-hyung.”

Jeongguk’s ears burn up as he thinks about it, thinks about fucking Jimin, right here on his chair. He rolls his hips up like he would if Jimin were on top of him, imagines it vividly as he listens to Jimin getting off so fast and messily.

“Oh god- oh bun keep doing that. Move your hips just like that.”

Jimin pants, making all the hairs on Jeongguk’s body stand up straight. He really shows off for him, dares to lift his sweater a little so Jimin gets a glimpse of his body. 

“You’re fucking ripped too?”

Jimin sounds almost offended if he didn’t moan half the words in that sentence. 

“Take it off. Don’t tease me this time.”

Jeongguk mindlessly listens to him, can’t bring himself to use any logic. He just wants to come, wants to see Jimin come. Wishes he was there right now. 

Jimin slows down the pace just to take a good look at him. His jaw has dropped slightly, eyes wide as he studies him. Jeongguk feels pride swell in his chest, he’s worked so hard for this body. 

“You- you have a sleeve.”

“Mm.”

He nods, looking at Jimin who’s still fully dressed, just has his cock out. Jeongguk almost doesn’t have the guts to ask, but he’s horny and needy.

“Can you.. can you dress out too?”

Jimin looks at himself, then at the camera. 

“I’m not sure I’ll meet your standards.”

He says, as if Jeongguk cares if Jimin is ripped or not. He just wants to see skin, wants to see Jimin’s pretty body so he can come over his screen and pretend to mark him with it. 

“Please hyung?”

Jeongguk adds, knowing it does something for Jimin when he calls him that. Sure enough, Jimin’s cock twitches when he says it. The head is pretty and pink. Jeongguk wants to suck it really bad. 

Jimin dresses out for him then, proves just how effective it is. Jeongguk’s hungry eyes devour everything, Jimin’s lithe but toned frame, his dark nipples, the tattoo on his ribcage, his abs, his deep v-line, his happy trail. 

“Mmh- fuck. I want to fuck you.”

It slips out of his mouth so easily, but then he feels his cheeks glow in shame for saying something like that to someone older than him. 

Jimin seems to like it though, if the soft moan is anything to go by. 

“I want you to fuck me too bun.”

Precum leaks from the head of Jeongguk’s cock as he watches Jimin sit back completely naked in his chair. He imagines bending Jimin over his desk, spreading his cheeks. Imagines how pretty his hole must look. Just as pink as his hair. 

“Want- want to eat you out hyung.”

He pants, thumbing over the head of his cock, spreading the precum over his shaft. 

Jimin moans quite loudly, throwing his head back on his chair, touching himself faster. 

“A-ah fuck- where do you live? I don’t care if you keep the mask on, I just want you to fuck me into oblivion.”

Jeongguk feels his heartbeat fasten just thinking about really fucking Jimin. He feels his orgasm nearing already.

“I’m- I’m in Busan.”

He pants, watching Jimin on the screen, who looks like he’s not far behind either. His whole face is flushed, ends of his hair sweaty.

“Me too.” 

Jeongguk’s eyes widen, and Jimin smirks at him. 

“In Yeonje-gu. And you?”

That’s close. Jeongguk licks his lips, looks at the time. Thinks he could just hop in the car and drive over there. 

“Dongnae-gu.”

Jimin hums, nods, slows down the pace of his hand. 

They’re just staring at each other through the screen, edging themselves, waiting for the other to make a decision. 

Because he shouldn’t, Jeongguk shouldn’t want to meet him, risking his identity like that, but then again, the idea of being inside of Jimin is driving him insane. 

“I- I could come over.”

 He’s actually insane. 

“Yeah.” Jimin nods. “Yeah I’ll send you my address. Hurry up.”

“Mmh.”