Put your lips close to mine, as long as they don’t touch (Patreon)

He knows Jimin wants to try, he’s seen him looking.

It’s kind of cute really, Jimin is so prim and proper, aside from the occasional bottle of soju he really never strayed far from god.

Jeongguk is a little different. He’s smoked his first cigarette around his 15th, tried weed in Amsterdam with Namjoon and Taehyung the first time they had a concert there.

And from time to time, he brings some back to his studio, lies down on the couch and smokes because he genuinely loves being able to not care about anything for a moment.

Jimin comes in after his workout, freshly showered.

“Jeongguk-ah do you wanna- oh.”

Jeongguk feels a little caught, breathing out some smoke, sitting up quickly.

Jimin gives him that same look like he’s given him before, wide eyes traveling to the joint between his fingers, following the pattern of smoke.

He’s curious, Jeongguk can tell.

“Uh.. wanted to ask if you wanna order some chicken.”

Jimin says, eyes lingering on the joint for a bit longer before he looks up.

“Yeah sure.”

Jeongguk nods, moving over a bit so Jimin can join him on his couch. He opens a food delivery app on his phone, and Jimin leans in close to look at his screen with him.

It’s a little dangerous, Jeongguk always gets extra sensitive when he’s high, and when Jimin leans against him like this, he kind of wants to close the distance even more.

“What are you smoking?”

Jimin asks softly.

It’s so obvious he wants to try, because he knows exactly what it is.

Jeongguk brings his hand up to Jimin, gestures him to take the joint, but Jimin shakes his head quickly.

“I- I don’t want to.”

“You do, though. Whenever I smoke weed you hang around me like this.”

Jimin leans back a little, blinking as if he’s offended, but his cheeks blossom pink as the seconds pass.

“I.. wanna know what it feels like, but I don’t want to hold the cigarette and stuff. I don’t want to do the act.”

Ah.

There’s a solution for that. Jeongguk’s eyes dart down to Jimin’s lips. Those plump, pink, lips. Then he looks back up.

“There’s a.. uh.. there’s a way to do that.”

He starts, feeling a little nervous for even bringing it up.

“You mean like space cake? edibles?”

“No uh.. I mean now.” He nods at the joint. “With this.”

Jimin is not following, and Jeongguk chuckles nervously, shakes his head.

“Forget it, let’s just order-“

“No, tell me. If there’s a way I.. I wanna try.”

Of course he does. Jeongguk takes a deep breath, rubs the back of his head, then sighs.

Fine, it’s his fault anyway, he set this up. He turns to face Jimin.

“So, it’s uhh.. called shotgunning.” Heat rushes up his neck. “Basically, I inhale, then exhale the smoke into your mouth. You just have to inhale, and then exhale again after a few seconds.”

Jimin’s eyes widen, but there’s also a glint of curiosity in them.

“How.. how does that work? Do we just..”

“Yeah it’s like, you put your lips close to mine, as long as they don’t touch..”

Jeongguk is about 99% sure Jimin’s gonna say no, but the long silence that follows keeps him on edge.

“O-okay, yeah. Let’s do it.”

Shit.

He really brought this upon himself.

Jimin shifts a little closer, hesitant. There’s an innocence about him, even though he’s older, and Jeongguk feels a little bad that he likes tainting him darker.

He takes a drag of his joint, gaze sinking to Jimin’s lips.

Fuck, this is gonna be difficult.

He curls his hand around the back of Jimin’s neck, brings his face closer, noses touching. There’s a soft hitch of breath from Jimin, sends a shiver down Jeongguk’s spine. He leans a little closer, feels the faintest brush of Jimin’s lips on his own as he slowly breathes out.

Jimin breathes in deeply, holds it for a few seconds, then exhales again.

Jeongguk has a hard time leaning back, but when he does he finds Jimin looking at him with his mouth still open, eyes half-lidded.

“How’s that?”

He asks softly, doesn’t know how heavily Jimin’s body responds to it.

“Feels good, like everything slows down.”

“Mm.” Jeongguk nods. “It’s nice right?”

“Can we do it again?”

Oh god.

Jimin looks so eager, crawling closer so there’s no space left between them on the couch, curling a hand around the back of his neck this time.

“Uh.. yeah, sure.”

Keep it together.

Jeongguk takes another drag, tries not to get hot just from the way Jimin stares at his mouth. But if not that, it would be the way Jimin practically crawls on top of him to bring their lips closer.

He exhales slowly, and Jimin’s lips brush against his as he inhales. His eyelids flutter shut, lost in that soft, warm, comfortable feeling. Jimin’s legs are on either side of his lap, ass planted on top of him, and god, he wants to touch.

He slides his hand over Jimin’s hip, pulls him a little closer, then snakes his hand under his shirt to touch the skin right above his waistband.

“Mmh, why does it feel so good?”

Jimin asks softly, brushing his nose against Jeongguk’s.

Every touch feels warm and welcome and so real. From the caress of Jimin’s fingers at the nape of his neck, to the soft squeezes in his shoulder, down to his pec.

Shit, he had a feeling this would happen.

He leans his head back on the edge of his couch, tries to regulate his breathing, but Jimin just leans in, lips pressing against his earlobe when he whispers.

“One more?”

“Mmh.”

He doesn’t know if that was a moan or a hum, but he’s getting a little lightheaded, bringing the joint back to his lips, taking another drag, feeling the world zoom out a little. Jimin’s weight feels nice and heavy on top of him, makes his cock twitch.

Jimin breathes out hot air against his neck, before nudging his nose with his own, tilting his head to align their lips.

He exhales, listens to Jimin breathe it in, sees some of the smoke rise up between their faces. And then Jimin breathes out, leans his body against him completely, and kisses him.

It’s so fucking good, Jeongguk can’t even move. Jimin’s lips slot between his own, warm, comfortable, slow. A low moan rumbles through his chest as he kisses back. Everything around him feels like a pleasant, warm buzz, and Jimin feels like eternity.

He puts his joint away, and feels up Jimin’s waist in both hands, licking over his plush lower lip, until Jimin’s tongue finds his own. Arousal travels down his spine, ears burning up as he just lets go.

Feels like they’ve both been wanting this for years, that’s how naturally it all unfolds. That’s how they tangle their bodies together on Jeongguk’s couch, how each caress feels like a wave of pleasure, how they start to slowly roll their hips against each other.

Jeongguk can feel Jimin get harder each second, and he’s in heaven, pressing his own bulge right against his.

“Mmh fuck- I.. I’m getting- fuck..”

Jimin pants, though he doesn’t put any distance between them.

Jeongguk swallows, thinks it would be more ethical to stop before it really gets out of hand, but he’s lightheaded, thinking about how well he could fuck Jimin right on this couch.

“Did you.. lock the door?”