Missed the way you sound (Patreon)

Jimin should absolutely not let his ex fuck him in a bathroom stall at the club. But Jeongguk has already locked them both in there after he caught him jerking off, and it’s just so.. tempting. The guy Jimin was dancing with had just left him all riled up, and he’s so needy for touch.

Jeongguk’s eyes are roaming all over him, like some sort of hungry wolf, and Jimin blushes profusely, because he’s still standing there with his hard cock in his hand, high on ecstasy.

“Mm, your dick is smaller than I remember.”

Jeongguk comments, as he leans back against the wall, opening the button and zipper of his own pants.

Jimin would have told him to fuck off if his eyes weren’t fixated on Jeongguk’s big cock appearing from his underwear.

Fuck.

Jimin remembers sucking it, remembers what Jeongguk tastes like, remembers how many times he rode that cock, how full it made him feel. No one after even compared. But he’d rather swallow his tongue than tell Jeongguk that.

Jeongguk just casually starts stroking himself, leaning against the wall opposite of him, and Jimin bites his lower lip, not able to tear his eyes away from it.

He should leave. They broke up for a reason, and he doesn’t want to be one of those easy exes. He doesn’t want to fall into this trap that is Jeon Jeongguk again.

And yet he’s nailed to the ground, watching Jeongguk jerk off in front of him, and he just leans his head back against the wall and starts to do the same.

Jeongguk is smirking at him, and Jimin wants to slap him across the face so bad, and at the same time he wants to feel him again, wants to touch him so bad.

Jeongguk is looking at him too, eyes running over his body, stuck at his cock as he licks his lips.

“Rub your thumb over the head.”

Jeongguk instructs, and Jimin just shudders and follows the command, falling back into old patterns so easily.

“You can always call me when you need to get off. I’ll talk you through it.”

Jeongguk promises, and Jimin bites his lower lip thinking about it. Calling Jeongguk late at night, asking him to give him instructions. He shouldn’t like it, but right now it makes his body heat up.

Jeongguk pushes himself off the wall, and closes Jimin in against the other, arm above his head, face close to his own.

“Faster..”

Jimin sucks in a sharp breath, picking up the pace as he looks into Jeongguk’s dark brown eyes. Fuck, he really is the hottest guy he ever dated. His pretty, long black hair, his sharp jawline, his pretty nose, Jimin wants to sit on it again.

He feels Jeongguk’s fingers graze against his own, looks down to see how close their cocks are, and god, he misses it so bad. The way Jeongguk used to wrap his big hand around the both of them, rub their cocks together, jerk them off at the same time.

Jimin bites his lip so he doesn’t start begging for it, and then closes his eyes so he doesn’t have to watch.

Jeongguk aligns his lips with his ear, and Jimin can barely brace himself.

“Twist your wrist a little more baby.”

Fuck.

He lets out a soft, pathetic moan to the nickname as he follows the command. Jeongguk curses under his breath.

“Missed the way you sound.”