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Jimin keeps coming over. Whenever he isn’t at home with his wife, he’s hanging out at Jeongguk’s place.

And Jeongguk isn’t complaining, but it’s kind of difficult because he’s still in love with Jimin, and that hasn’t changed for years.

Jimin pretends he’s not here for anything but friendship, but he stays late, drinks a lot, reminisces old times with him, talks about all his marriage problems.

Jimin is a pro at pretending. Jeongguk is almost in awe at the performance he puts up every other night. He almost believes it, that it’s all platonic, that Jimin isn’t here for anything else.

But as the night progresses it gets more and more obvious. Jimin gets loose-lipped, talking about how sex with his wife doesn’t satisfy him, doesn’t make him feel whatever he’s supposed to feel.

Jeongguk only nods and hums, eyes running over Jimin’s body like a predator, mouth watering at every sliver of exposed skin.

The way Jimin unbuttons his blouse because it’s warm, it’s just so hot in Jeongguk’s living room, not at all because he knows Jeongguk can’t resist.

He’s so obviously orchestrating this mess, and Jeongguk always lets him, because it means he can have Jimin for himself. He always plays along with this stupid game.

Jimin; innocent husband who’s had a little too much to drink, touch-starved because his wife can’t give him what he wants.

Jeongguk; best friend who takes advantage of the poor, half-naked, drunk husband on his couch.

If that’s what Jimin wants, Jeongguk will give it to him over and over.

Because that’s how he ends up on top of Jimin, settled between his legs, mouthing along his exposed neck while Jimin gasps as if this wasn’t exactly what he wanted to happen.

Jeongguk slips his hand under Jimin’s white blouse, touching over his bare skin, breathing him in, addicted to that scent.

“Jeongguk- we can’t-“

“I know baby.”

He whispers, but he doesn’t stop, because Jimin would never push him away. Not when he kisses down his neck over his exposed collarbone, to his chest, along his abs, towards his pants. Not when he opens the button and zipper and tugs on the waistband.

Jimin even helps him get rid of his underwear for him, and then hides his face behind his arms in shame that he’s letting it happen. Amazing performance, as always.

Jeongguk takes Jimin’s hard cock in his hand, kisses over the length, moans softly at the feeling. Years and years has he been dreaming of doing exactly this. Having Jimin on his back for him, completely at mercy, while he works his mouth on him.

Jimin’s hand tangles in his hair, pulls on it lightly as a weak objection.

“Y-you can’t- can’t do this.”

Jeongguk almost rolls his eyes, if it wasn’t for the way Jimin practically forces his cock in his face right after. So pathetically horny, so needy.

“I’m not doing anything, you’re bucking your hips up against my face.”

He breathes out softly, looking up at Jimin from under his lashes.

He usually doesn’t break the act, but it’s worth seeing Jimin’s cheeks turn pink, and his composure breaking a little.

“I’m- I’m not- you’ve undressed me. You’re trying to suck me off.”

Jimin accuses, chest heaving a little.

Jeongguk can’t believe he’s never done this before. Seeing Jimin all flustered is one of his favourite things.

“And you’re doing everything you can to stop me, hm?”

He raises a brow, then kisses over Jimin’s shaft, slowly to the head of his cock, feels it twitch against his lips.

Jimin pants prettily, eyes darting down to his mouth, pupils dilating. He doesn’t do anything, and he won’t. Jeongguk knows him like the back of his hand. Jimin won’t be able to resist at all, not when he’s this close to getting what he wants.

When Jimin’s eyes meet his own Jeongguk can see the mental gymnastics he’s going through to justify why he isn’t stopping this from happening, to find another excuse.

Until then, Jeongguk waits, pressing open-mouthed kisses on the head of Jimin’s cock, licking it a few times, spitting on it and dipping his thumb in the slit, rubbing his saliva over it. He does everything but take him into his mouth, and Jimin is slowly going insane.

Because he can’t beg Jeongguk to do it, that would be cheating. As long as he doesn’t directly ask for anything it’s all Jeongguk’s doing, and not his own.

Usually, Jeongguk would be too horny to play this game, but Jimin has been way too comfortable coming back here for sex.

So he plays with Jimin’s cock relentlessly, kissing it, flicking his wrist, licking it, but doesn’t take him into his mouth. Until Jimin is whimpering, pulling on his hair, trying to force his cock past his lips.

Jeongguk grins.

“Want me to blow you?”

“Mmh-“

Jimin nods, eyes a little teary.

“I will if you tell me how much better I make you feel than her.”

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