Did you just get hard? (Patreon)

previous scene------------Jeongguk can’t believe he managed to get Jimin to kiss him. For lessons of course. But still, he’s finally gonna kiss those pretty lips.

It’s kind of pathetic how much he’s wanted this. His nerd tutor with his thick-rimmed glasses, who can’t shut up about statistics and other boring school subjects. His tutor who’s hopelessly in love with a girl in his class that Jeongguk was supposed to help him with.

Look at him now, all eager on the bed, his eyes glued to Jimin’s lips.

“Have you kissed before?”

He asks, just to make sure.

“Once. But it wasn’t.. wasn’t really anything.”

Jimin says, his cheeks already dusting a little pink. Jeongguk feels kind of good about that fact. He’s gonna be Jimin’s first real kiss.

“That’s fine, I’ll teach you.”

He grabs Jimin’s glasses, and pushes them up to push his hair back. Now he’s met by that sight again. Jimin’s pretty face, his sharp eyebrows, his beautiful monolid eyes.

Right, he needs to give instructions.

“You.. uh, remember last lesson?”

“Kind of.”

Jimin nods, eyelids sinking naturally, exuding seduction. Jeongguk gasps softly at how effective it is.

“Good, that’s- yeah, that’s a good look on you.”

He says, trying to sound like he’s professional. He needs to approach this like an actual teacher, and not like he wants to eat Jimin up.

Jimin’s hand slowly envelops his thigh like last time, Jeongguk can feel the warmth, can feel the little squeeze Jimin gives him, along with that sly smile on his lips.

Fucking perfect. He remembers everything perfectly. Down to the last detail.

When Jimin leans in to align his lips with his ear, Jeongguk is expecting him to say the same thing as last time too.

“Wanna taste you.”

Oh.

Jeongguk shudders, that raspy voice vibrates against his ear just right, makes his eyelids sink. He nods again, unable to speak for a second.

He turns his head, nose brushing against Jimin’s, and god, he’s so on edge already.

“Was that good?”

Jimin asks, breath ghosting over his lips. Jeongguk hums softly, it sounds suspiciously like a moan. He’s about to close the distance, but Jimin pulls back slightly.

“Shouldn’t you- shouldn’t you explain how I should do it first?”

Jeongguk blinks his eyes open, heartbeat in his throat as he looks at Jimin.

“Kissing isn’t like statistics.”

He says. It’s a great cover up of the fact that he’s so down bad that he’s forgetting the objective.

Jimin eyes glint with uncertainty, so Jeongguk gently cups his jaw.

“You have to give into it, it will come naturally.”

“What if it doesn’t?”

“I’ll talk you through it.”

Jeongguk promises, seeing Jimin’s uncertainty dissipate.

“Okay.. just- okay. Go slow.”

“Alright.”

He isn’t really sure if he can keep that promise, but he’ll try.

Jimin closes his eyes quite tightly, and Jeongguk watches how Jimin is anticipating the kiss as if someone’s gonna punch him in the face. It looks ridiculous, makes him chuckles softly.

“You might want to relax, it’s supposed to feel good. Think of your girlfriend.”

Jimin frowns, eyes still closed.

“She’s not my-“

“Whatever. Think of her, her pretty lips, the scent of her perfume.”

Jeongguk instructs, seeing Jimin’s features smoothen a little, breathing a little steadier.

Good.

“You should hold her close. I usually go for the waist.”

He says softly.

Jimin swallows, cheeks turning a little pink as he curls his hand around Jeongguk’s waist. God, he is so adorable. It’s difficult not to just pounce on him.

Jeongguk pulls him a little closer. Jimin gasps softly, freezes up.

“Tilt your head a bit.”

Jimin listens immediately, tilts his head, a lock of his hair falling over his forehead. He looks graceful like this. Jeongguk’s eyes slowly travel down to Jimin’s lips.

Fuck.

“You have the prettiest lips I’ve ever seen.”

Jeongguk whispers, bringing his hand up just to touch. He rubs his thumb over Jimin’s plush lower lip, tries to feel if it’s really as soft as it looks. And it is. Maybe even softer than he thought.

Jimin’s lips part, his breathing picks up a little, indicating that he likes this. Even if he’s thinking of his crush, he’s enjoying the touch. Then he even kisses Jeongguk’s thumb, once, twice, and fuck

Jeongguk closes the distance. Their lips touch and Jimin moans a little surprised at the contact. He knows Jimin told him to go slow, but as soon as he feels those plump, soft lips on his own he’s addicted.

His brain turns to mush and he just opens his mouth, captures Jimin’s lips between his own, kisses him like he’s been wanting to the past weeks. His eyes roll back at the feeling, that warmth, that heat, that softness, all for him.

Jimin moans softly into his mouth, and the sound is enough to send Jeongguk spiralling. He pulls Jimin closer by the back of his neck, licks into his mouth, loves the way Jimin shudders and lets their tongues slide together.

Fuck.

Jeongguk breaks the kiss for a second to breathe, eyes meeting Jimin’s, before their lips find each other again, this kiss a little more desperate than the last.

Jimin tastes sweet, and Jeongguk can’t get enough. It’s all instinct, how he pushes Jimin down on the bed, manoeuvring himself on top of him, spreading his legs with his own. He doesn’t even notice he’s doing it until blood rushes down to his cock, and it twitches against Jimin’s crotch.

Jimin gasps into his mouth, breaks the kiss, eyes wide when he looks at him.

“Did you just get hard?”

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