We haven’t even kissed and you came (Patreon)

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“We can’t do this.”

Jimin says, as though it wasn’t him coming over to Jeongguk’s place in the middle of the night. As if he didn’t willingly strip his clothes off and then lay down in his bed.

It’s been a year since Jimin married, a year since Jeongguk painfully confessed his feelings, and a year of not seeing Jimin, no contact at all.

And now Jimin is in his bed, in just underwear, telling him they can’t do this?

Jeongguk isn’t even touching him. They’re on opposite ends of the bed, and all he’s done is look at Jimin. Yet, Jimin looks at him like he’s already crossed the line, even though none of it is his fault.

“We’re not.. we’re not even doing anything. We’re just in the same bed.”

“But I can feel how bad you want me.”

Jimin says, pulling the covers up.

“You knew that before you took your clothes off and joined me in my bed.”

Jeongguk argues, a little pissed that it’s somehow his fault. Jimin is the married one, Jimin decided to come, and Jimin is half-naked in his bed.

“Why are you even here?”

He asks

Jimin just stares at him, doesn’t grant him an answer, and Jeongguk is so done pretending. If Jimin wants him to play the part, he’ll do it.

He pulls Jimin close by his waist, the first touch already making his skin burn up. Jimin gasps and pretends he is so shocked Jeongguk would do something like this, yet he doesn’t push him away.

Jimin bares his neck instead, and Jeongguk just takes whatever he can, kisses over the expanse of it, breathes him in deeply.

“We- we can’t- you can’t just-“

Jimin stammers, but it’s all just a facade, he wants to be able to look himself in the eye afterwards and say that he tried to stop it. Jeongguk plays along, crawls on top of him and pushes his leg between Jimin’s, feeling how hard Jimin already is, from barely anything.

“This is- this is wrong.”

Jeongguk hums in agreement, licks over Jimin’s skin, biting gently in his collarbone, earning a moan from those pretty lips. It’s nothing much, but Jimin is bucking his hips up, rutting against his thigh, panting next to his ear.

It’s clear he hasn’t had much sex, or pleasurable sex, the past few months. He seems touch-starved, everywhere Jeongguk lets his hands caress, Jimin leans into the touch eagerly, gasping and moaning softly each time.

It’s almost virginal, how Jimin is writhing underneath him, and Jeongguk takes it all in, a dark feeling tugging at his heartstrings when he pushes his thigh a little harder against Jimin’s cock.

“F-fuck- fuck I’m gonna come.”

Jimin pants, hands curling around Jeongguk’s waist and desperately humping against his leg. It’s been like.. 20 seconds max? Jeongguk can’t believe how horny Jimin must be. Has he been living in celibacy, or what?

Jeongguk watches, kind of endeared by how desperate Jimin is holding onto him, and he presses a few more kisses on his neck, until Jimin’s breath hitches and his hips jerk up hard, broken moan falling from his lips.

He knows it’s a little mean, but he can’t help the chuckle.

“We haven’t even kissed and you came.”

“S-shut up.”

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