Seeing your tears only spurs me on (Patreon)

Jimin loves seeing his boyfriend like this; out of breath, face flushed red, sweaty all over, cock soft, still drooling come from the 6th orgasm.

He laps it up with his split tongue, feeling reenergised already.

They’ve established 6 is the minimum to keep him fed, but Jimin feels that hunger still inside of him, that incurable lust he’s always been a prisoner to.

So, even though Jeongguk is completely spent, Jimin is insatiable. He slowly slips his finger between Jeongguk’s cheeks, slipping it back inside with ease from the last time.

Jeongguk can barely speak, he just moans weakly, looks at him completely exhausted.

“Can I have one more, please?”

He asks, turning back to his human form for a second, because he knows Jeongguk has a hard time resisting his innocent face.

“J-Jimin I- I don’t know if I can take it-“

“I’m so hungry, you taste so good- don’t know what it is but I need more.”

He gives Jeongguk his best puppy eyes, slowly curling his finger inside to press against his prostate.

Jeongguk’s body spasms, and he cries out a moan, cock twitching to life despite just having come a minute ago.

The sound makes Jimin’s mouth water, pleased that he’s making Jeongguk feel good. He thrives on that sound, turns back to his normal form as he watches his boyfriend writhe against the mattress.

“Jimin- Jimin fuck- it’s so- it’s so sensitive.”

“Mmh, please, one more- just one more.”

He presses a few kisses on Jeongguk’s cock, and it hardens slowly. A thrill of satisfaction runs down Jimin’s spine; proud that he can make his human hard a seventh time.

He takes Jeongguk’s cock in his mouth, eager to taste him again, to feed off of him. But Jeongguk gasps and grabs his hair, pulling him off and shaking his head.

“Too- too much- just your fingers.”

“Okay baby.”

He whispers, using just his fingers, slipping a second inside of Jeongguk, knowing exactly how to make him feel good. He loves being able to read Jeongguk’s feelings, knows exactly where to rub his fingers, when to thrust in a little harder, or take it slow.

Jeongguk moans and whimpers, and when he opens his eyes they’re a little teary.

Jimin feels a rush of arousal run through his veins, and he growls possessively, accidentally picking up the pace, needing to make Jeongguk come.

“F-fuck- oh my god- fuck-“

Jeongguk whines, body trembling with overstimulation, tears rolling down his cheeks.

Jimin is so fucking hard, can barely control himself, he wants to fuck Jeongguk completely stupid.

“Jimin- slow down- please- please-“

“Sorry.” Jimin pants, trying to slow down. “Seeing your tears only spurs me on.”