Shibari with your Roommate for Beginners • Chapter 2 • 5K (Patreon)

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“Should I elaborate on how I’d make you feel good?”

Jeongguk all but shudders, head falling back just a little bit, shaky exhale; such a telltale sign of arousal.

Jimin takes the silent consent, shifts closer, presses his chest against Jeongguk’s back, legs on either side of Jeongguk’s hips. He runs his hands over Jeongguk’s bound arms, over the patterns, up to his shoulders, hooking his fingers around the rope there.

“I’d start like that, tracing over the rope..” He says, voice a little raspy with desire. “Slowly make my way over to your chest.”

He doesn’t act it out, just checks the way Jeongguk shifts, puffing up his chest like he wants Jimin to touch, ears turning red. There’s a slow nod then.

“And then?”

Jeongguk isn’t even hiding it, Jimin can hear it in his breathy, fucked out voice. And if it wasn’t that, it’s the way he leans back against him, turns his head just so Jimin’s face is closer to his neck. Heat radiates off of him, and Jimin simmers in it, leans close to caress right behind Jeongguk’s ear with his nose.

He smells like fresh linen, his hair tickles.

“Think I’d play with your nipples.”

“Mmh..”

Jeongguk moans softly, tries to move, pulls on his restraints. Jimin’s mouth waters, and he breathes out against Jeongguk’s neck, moves his hands along the rope to Jeongguk’s chest.

Jeongguk’s whole body goes taut, breath hitching.

Fuck, he isn’t even touching him yet and Jeongguk is already so worked up.

“But.. you’re more of a visual learner, aren’t you?”

He asks, brushing his lips against Jeongguk’s earlobe.

Another shaky breath, and Jeongguk nods frantically.

God, he’s cute.

“Look down.”

He instructs, waits for Jeongguk to tilt his head, then slowly moves his hands down to envelop Jeongguk’s big pecs, and rubs small circles around his nipples.

“Mmh- fuck.. oh fuck.”

Jeongguk moans, and it’s loud. He pulls on his restraints, squirms between Jimin’s legs.

“Good?”

“A-ah fuck, yeah.”

Jimin bites his lip to hold back a moan, he fucking loves it. He’s sweating from head to toe, burning with desire, cock twitching against his stomach. Jeongguk’s nipples slowly stiffen under his fingertips, as he rubs them between his thumb and index finger through the fabric of his shirt.

“Ngh- ah, fuck, Jimin..”

Jeongguk pants, hips starting to buck up a little.

Jimin revels in the way his name falls of Jeongguk’s lips so easily, loves how Jeongguk can’t even sit still. He’s writhing, leaning into every touch, hips canting up every now and then.

He can’t see it but he bets Jeongguk is hard. It makes him shudder a little, the sheer amount of control he has over Jeongguk is making him drunk.

He nuzzles his face against Jeongguk’s neck, partially to make it seem like he’s harmless, mostly because he wants to drive Jeongguk insane.

“Mmh, fuck, sensitive-“

Jeongguk pants.

“Your neck?” He whispers, right against Jeongguk’s earlobe. “Or your nipples?”

He rubs over them a little slower, dragging it out.

Seems that only turns Jeongguk on, as a pretty, broken moan falls from his lips, and he puffs his chest up more, leaning into his touch. His head falls back against Jimin’s shoulder, eyes closed in bliss.

“Too sensitive? Want me to stop?”

He asks, brushing his lips over the vein of Jeongguk’s neck.

He gets a frantic shake of the head.

“Don’t stop.”

God, Jeongguk is so fucking hot without even realising.

Jimin feels his cock throb behind the fabric of his jeans, face getting a little hot as he plays with Jeongguk’s nipples relentlessly. He feathers his lips over that pretty neck, never really kisses him, just to see Jeongguk get restless.

The way his hips buck up sometimes makes Jimin well aware how hard Jeongguk must be, but there’s something delicious about not addressing it. He loves seeing that crease between Jeongguk’s brows appear the longer he plays with his nipples and doesn’t grant him anything else.

He loves how Jeongguk leans completely against him, so dependent on his touch. He loves how he can’t talk properly, only pants and moans leaving his lips. He loves how wired Jeongguk’s body is, completely taut as he touches him, so on edge.

It’s hard not to give in. He’s completely on edge himself as well, having Jeongguk so pliant in his arms, having him tied up and unable to stop him if he were to put him in any type of position.

Fuck.

His cock twitches, hips canting up once, arousal licking at his face.

“A-ah fuck- Jimin-“

Jeongguk moans, hips starting to buck up more frequently, fucking into nothing. He’s trying to get him to notice, Jimin is sure. So he ignores it.

And the longer he does, the more desperate Jeongguk becomes. He moans a little louder, bares his neck and leans against his lips, pulls on his restraints.

Jimin sees attractive beads of sweat appear on Jeongguk’s neck, and he rubs his lips over it tantalisingly slow, licks over them just to taste the saltiness.

“Jimin- fuck- I’m- I’m hard..”

“I know.”

He rasps, thrill of satisfaction running down his spine.

“I’m so hard- please.”

Jeongguk pants, shuddering on every exhale.

Jimin can feel his body temperature even through the fabric of his shirt, can tell Jeongguk is all damp with sweat. He bites back a moan, presses a soft, quick kiss under Jeongguk’s ear.

“What do you want me to do about it, hm?”

“Touch me- fuck- touch me.”

“I am touching you.”

He teases, pinching one of Jeongguk’s nipples just to hear a guttural moan fall from those pretty lips.

“Touch- touch my dick, please, fuck-“

Jeongguk turns his head a little to look at him, his dark sparkling eyes glazed over, cheeks and nose all flushed. And his lips look so pink, like he’s been biting them, lip ring glinting in the light.

Jimin accidentally forgets to ask for consent when he closes the distance. Pure, selfish need consumes him when he captures Jeongguk’s lips between his own. His eyelids flutter shut when he tastes desire on his tongue, something about the inside of Jeongguk’s mouth reminds him of good sex. All wet, hot, needy.

He groans softly, travels his hand up to curl around the front of Jeongguk’s neck, while he flattens the palm of his other hand on his chest and lets it slide down slowly over his stomach. Jeongguk moans into his mouth, muscles contracting under Jimin’s fingertips, hips bucking up in desperate attempts to get his hand down there faster.

He breaks the kiss, pants against Jeongguk’s mouth.

“Sorry- I just- I should have- ngh.”

Jeongguk closes the distance this time, mouths at his lips hastily, no sense of coordination. Jimin slips his tongue inside just to hear Jeongguk whimper.

When his hand reaches the waistband of Jeongguk’s pants, Jeongguk breaks the kiss.

“Please- fuck- touch me, fuck me, anything-“

“On it, love.”

The nickname slips past his lips, but he can’t pay it any mind. Because as soon as he cups Jeongguk through his pants all his thoughts dissipate.

“F-fuck you’re big.”

Jeongguk just moans as an answer, ruts against his hand like he can’t wait any longer.

“Take- take my pants off- please just-“

“Sssh.”

He grabs Jeongguk’s jaw, kisses from his cheek down his neck. He palms over Jeongguk’s length, gasps because it’s so big, and it twitches through the fabric.

Jeongguk pulls on his restraints, groans when he takes too long. So Jimin takes his sweet time running his other hand down, undoing the button of Jeongguk’s pants, then the zipper. He slips his hand into his pants, curls it around his cock through the fabric of his boxers.

Thick.

Fucking hell, it’s nice and thick and throbbing in his hand. It’s all damp near the head, little wet spot right there.

“Fuck.”

Jimin’s mouth waters, and he bites Jeongguk’s neck gently just to out the sheer amount of lust surging through him.

“Ngh- fuck- want you to jerk me off.” Jeongguk begs, bucking his hips up to fuck his hand shallowly. “Please-”

Jimin can barely think, so he just listens, grabbing the waistband of Jeongguk’s pants and underwear and pulling them down a bit.

“Work with me.”

He commands softly, making Jeongguk change positions so he can take it all off easier.

Jeongguk sits back down then, in front of him, tied up, bare ass on Jimin’s bed, face red, black hair a little sweaty at the ends, chest heaving with every breath, those ropes accentuating those nice pecs just perfectly. His nipples are stiff through his t-shirt.

Jimin eyes over him, takes in that big cock standing up straight against Jeongguk’s stomach. It’s all flushed too, the head a pretty dark pink, glistening a little. He’s nicely shaved but for that happy trail that Jimin just wants to kiss.

God, he’s so pretty.

“You’re hard too.”

Jeongguk says on an exhale, nodding his head down. Jimin follows his line of vision, kind of embarrassed how incredibly visible the outline of his cock is through his pants.

“Thought you said it didn’t turn you on?” Jeongguk asks then, with a quirk of his brow. “That it was different, just practice.”

A blush creeps up his neck as he looks up.

“Guess I lied.”

He tries to play it cool, crawls closer, touches Jeongguk’s thighs, lets his hands slide up, squeezes the skin there. Would look so good all bound in his red rope..

“Guess you did.” Jeongguk says, looking at him through half-lidded eyes. “How unprofessional.”

“Very.”

Jimin agrees, runs his eyes up and down Jeongguk’s body, endless possibilities running through his head. Should he bend him over, face down, ass up?

Ah, but that pretty, fat cock that he’s looking at right now.. would be such a shame to not sit on it.

Fuck, he wishes he had prepped beforehand, but it’s not everyday your roommate who you barely talk to lets you tie him up and then begs you to touch him.

“You’re so big, what the fuck.”

It slips past his lips, he can barely keep his eyes off.

“Mm..” Jeongguk hums, spreads his legs a little more. “All yours.”

If he keeps saying that Jimin might actually just put a ring on it.

He curses under his breath, hooks a finger around the chest harness, pulls on the rope to bring him closer, just to hear Jeongguk gasp.

“Stay put, okay?”

He whispers.

Jeongguk looks up to him, blinks innocently, makes Jimin’s dick twitch.

He then undoes his pants, aware of those eyes watching him as he strips himself.

“Aren’t you supposed to ask for the uke’s consent for this?”

Jeongguk asks, having way too much fun with those newly learned terms. Jimin can see it, that twinkle in his eye. Even all tied up, he can make him feel flustered.

“Or is this part of the whole thing? Can the- was it again? the rope-sensei-“

“Nawashi.”

“-can they just do whatever once the uke is tied up?”

Jimin blushes profusely once he’s stripped bare, looks at Jeongguk who’s really not fooling him. He might have a smart mouth but he’s still flushed, face all red, dick standing up straight against his stomach.

To check, he runs his finger over the rope that accentuates Jeongguk’s pec, and he can practically see the way his brain shuts off. His eyelids flutter, body leaning into his touch, shaky exhale falling from his lips.

Fuck, he’s hot.

“Usually, they agree upon it beforehand.” Jimin explains, eyes dragging down to those perked up nipples, showing through that tight black shirt. God, they just want to be touched. He draws a little circle around one of them, makes Jeongguk gasp. “Must have slipped my mind..”

“Mmh.”

Jeongguk can’t form proper words, especially not when Jimin rubs right over his nipple. His back arches, and his head falls back in bliss.

What a sight.

“I’ll ask you from now on.” He whispers, leaning in closer. “Would you like that?”

Jeongguk nods a few times, pants for him so prettily.

“Then, would you mind if I’d prep myself?”

Jeongguk lifts his head back up, eyes wide when he looks at him.

“Prep?”

Jimin nods, loves to see Jeongguk’s brain trying to catch up, and the realisation once he gets it.

“Yeah- yeah, fuck, you can prep.”

“Good.”

He takes his hand off of Jeongguk’s chest, notices that hint of disappointment before he

goes to grab his lube out of his nightstand drawer, opens the cap and squirts some on his fingers.

“Fuck.. Jimin- are you really gonna..”

Jeongguk sounds all fucked out and raspy.

Jimin tucks his lower lip under his teeth as he gives Jeongguk a nice view of his ass as he bends over right in front of him.

“Oh- oh my god- fuck.”

Jimin grins to himself at the reaction, arches his back prettily as he brings his lubed up fingers between his cheeks. Can’t really take it slow, even though he wants to edge the fuck out of Jeongguk. He’s just as impatient, so he slips a finger inside without much foreplay.

“Oh fuck.. please-“

The covers rustle behind him, and Jimin looks over his shoulder to see Jeongguk’s hips canting up, toes curling.

“Still like being tied up?”

Jimin asks, a little breathless as he fingers himself, tries to hurry because Jeongguk looks like he can come by just having air blown against the head of his cock.

“Mmh.”

Jeongguk nods, eyes fixated on where Jimin is pushing a second finger inside, slowly. He looks so pretty, the way his jaw drops, cock twitching, a pearly bead of precum trickles from the head down his shaft.

“Nice view?”

Jimin asks, can’t help the small grin on his lips.

“Fucking hell.”

Jeongguk curses, bucking his hips up a few times, that big cock just pathetically fucking into nothing.

It’s so fucking pretty, Jimin loses his composure a bit, eyelids fluttering shut as he curls his fingers inside, rubs over his prostate. It gets tiring to keep his balance on one hand, so he just faceplants into his sheets, groans as he pushes in a third finger.

“Oh my god, fuck.” Jeongguk seems to have a slight mental breakdown behind him, a whimper falling from his lips as if he can barely hold it. “Fuck- aren’t you supposed to make me feel good?”

“Mmh, I’m working on it, if you couldn’t tell.”

He pants, trying to adjust to the stretch of his fingers. All the while he can hear Jeongguk move restlessly behind him, tied up, unable to do a single thing.

Maybe that’s why he drags it out, finger’s himself thoroughly, moans and pants and grabs the sheets just to hear Jeongguk curse and groan and whimper behind him.

“Jimin- fuck- Jimin-“

“Mmh?”

“I want- fuck- I want your attention.”

Oh..

Fuck, that’s cute.

It sends a tingle through his body, and he slips his fingers out, turns to look at his pretty, tied up roommate.

Is it just because he’s prepped or does Jeongguk look even hotter than before? His black hair falls over his forehead all messily, and his eyes look almost black, but for that small sparkle that never seems to fade. He’s breathing shallowly, like he’s barely holding on, lips bitten red, cheeks so flushed.

Never in his life has he had such a pretty guy in his bed. If he had known Jeongguk was about guys he would have asked him way sooner.

Jimin crawls closer, cups Jeongguk’s jaw in his hand, and sees how his eyes close instantly, and how he leans into the touch, nuzzling his palm.

God.

“Sorry, did I neglect you?”

“Yes.”

Even Jeongguk’s breath feels hot against his hand. And then the way he licks his palm, so completely and utterly devoted, makes Jimin shudder from head to toe.

There’s nothing but pure lust in Jeongguk’s system, he can’t even look at him normally, everything about him is exuding sex, and Jimin is quite proud for getting him in that state.

Something about the way Jeongguk kisses his hand, then his fingers, licking them, sucking them into his mouth, all the while just looking at him with those hazy eyes, it’s insanely attractive.

“I’ll make you feel good now, okay?”

“Mmh.”

Jeongguk only nods, lets his fingers slip out of his mouth.

Fuck, he’s gonna have to take it pretty slow, because he’s sure Jeongguk will come probably the second he sits himself down on that cock.

“I told you before right, what I like about being in control?”

He asks softly, as he guides Jeongguk to sit against his headboard, and slowly goes to straddle him.

Jeongguk’s eyes widen, and he looks down, jaw dropping slightly at the sight, not listening at all.

So Jimin gently lifts his head by his chin, leans in a little closer.

“I get to decide when you come.”

He says, dropping his tone just a bit. The effect of it is clear in Jeongguk’s eyes, and if not that, it’s the way he nods so eagerly, like he just wants to do a good job.

Arousal licks down his body; he can’t believe he’s got such a strong, pretty guy all needy for him. Didn’t even think Jeongguk was gay. Thank god he asked him to help him out when he was tipsy.

He curls his hand around Jeongguk’s cock, feels how hot and heavy it is in his palm, guides it between his cheeks.

Jeongguk’s breathing picks up, and once the head of his cock touches Jimin’s rim, he holds his breath. Jimin can tell he’s pulling on his restraints, trying to hold back and not come prematurely.

Why does that turn him on so bad?

Jimin can’t help the filthy moan that slips from his lips as he slowly sinks down. God, it’s been a while since he felt this; a nice, fat cockhead pushing past his rim, that slow stretch, the pulsing that just vibrates through his entire body. He holds onto the rope around Jeongguk’s chest, bites his lip as he feels it slide inside inch by inch.

Jeongguk moans, throws his head back against the headboard. Jimin can see his pulse on the vein of his neck, the sweat shimmering on his Adam’s apple.

“All good?”

“Nghh-“

Jeongguk nods, bites on his pretty lower lip.

Jimin smiles a little fondly, focuses on bottoming out completely. It hurts just right. Maybe it’s the sheer lust in his system numbing most of it. Maybe it’s his size kink, but he kind of wants to just move already.

But the second he gyrates his hips, Jeongguk sucks in a sharp breath and shakes his head. Jimin can feel that big cock throbbing inside of him, on the verge of bursting.

He can’t help the soft chuckle falling from his mouth.

“Not yet?”

“Mm.”

Jeongguk nods, eyes closed in concentration.

So cute.

Jimin bites his lip as he caresses over Jeongguk’s chest, cupping one pec in his hand, flicking his thumb over his nipple just to see Jeongguk’s eyes fly open, broken moan falling from his lips.

“Don’t- don’t.”

Ah..

Jimin hides his smile, snakes his arms around Jeongguk’s neck instead, nudges his nose with his own.

“Is kissing okay?”

“Mmh.”

Jeongguk nods, tilts his head in anticipation. Jimin tries not to pay attention to the way his heartbeat picks up when he closes the distance. This is just sex after all, just coincidental, circumstantial sex.

Yet, Jeongguk’s lips feel so soft and warm, and those soft moans sound like heaven, and the way he moans and shakes his head whenever Jimin moves just slightly is making him melt.

He caresses through Jeongguk’s hair, listens to those soft, pleased sighs whenever he licks over his tongue.

And then finally, Jeongguk rolls his hips up, very slowly, just to test it out. Jimin gasps softly, breaks the kiss to look Jeongguk in the eyes.

Something about that, the eye contact, while Jeongguk fucks him slow, has Jimin completely hypnotised. He pants, feels the slow drag of that big cock inside of him, can’t believe how well Jeongguk can move his hips still, even when tied up.

“Fuck, so soft..”

Jeongguk whispers, eyes closing in concentration as he gyrates his hips a little. It feels so smooth, Jimin can tell Jeongguk knows what he’s doing, because he can’t even hold back his sounds.

“That’s it..” He pants, lifting his hips a little, just to sink back down, belly tingling because it reaches so deep inside. “Feel good?”

“So fucking good.”

Jeongguk groans, leaning his forehead against Jimin’s shoulder, digs his heels into the mattress to pick up the pace.

Jimin licks his lips, fists a hand in Jeongguk’s hair as he grinds down, pleased little sounds escaping his mouth.

This has got to be the best idea he’s ever had. Asking his roommate to be his practice partner; he needs to remember that one for next time.

Jeongguk is all putty in his hands, moaning underneath him, bucking his hips up, looking at him through his lashes like he can barely hold it.

How pretty.

Jimin licks the corner of his mouth as he clenches around that big cock.

“Nngh- fuck-“ Jeongguk pulls on his restraints, eyes running up and down Jimin’s body. “Wanna hold you down.”

“Yeah?” Jimin grins, riding Jeongguk just a little harder. “But you’re all tied up.”

“Mmh-“

Jeongguk moans, trying to keep up with the pace, canting his hips, thrusting into him hard. Jimin’s eyes roll back just a little, head starting to feel all fuzzy.

He hooks one of his fingers around rope around Jeongguk’s chest, pulls on it slightly, to make Jeongguk gasp.

“A-ah, Jimin- fuck-“

“Like being played with?”

“Ngh- yes, fuck.”

Jimin gently lets the rope snap back against Jeongguk’s chest, to test the waters. It pays off; Jeongguk throws his head back with a moan, puffs up his chest for him.

“Can I do that a little harder?”

“Yes.”

So docile..

Jimin groans, a little raspy as he pulls on the rope, lets it snap back a little harder. The sound of it; almost like a whip, makes Jimin shudder, but it’s Jeongguk’s stretched out moan that really makes heat pool in his gut.

“You know, there’s another name for being tied up.” He whispers against Jeongguk’s ear, pressing a kiss right under it. “Rope-bunny.”

“Mmh.”

Jeongguk is not more but hums and moans at this point, and Jimin revels in it. Knows that he’s made him completely dumb on lust at this point.

“Why don’t you fuck me like one?”

Jeongguk stops in his tracks, but then groans and starts thrusting into him faster. It’s so uncoordinated, hasty, kind of adorable. Jimin is basically bouncing on it, he can barely even meet Jeongguk’s thrusts. It’s all sloppy, hard, intense, and Jimin is in heaven.

He searches for Jeongguk’s lips, kisses them in the midst of it, holds him tightly by the rope on his back.

That big cock is thrusting into him relentlessly, to the point where he can’t even breathe properly. But Jeongguk won’t let him catch it, licks into his mouth in a just as desperate sense as the way he’s bucking his hips up. Until he finally hits the right spot, sends a shot of lightning through Jimin’s body, white flashing before his eyes.

“Oh- oh my god right there.” He pulls on the rope just a little harder, makes Jeongguk gasp underneath him. “Right there, don’t stop-“

“Ngh- fuck.”

Jeongguk thrusts into him erratically, hitting that spot dead on, sending tingles through Jimin’s body, heat accumulating in his gut, and then all his muscles pull tight-

“Oh fuck I’m gonna come.”

He pants, clenching around Jeongguk’s big cock as he bursts, eyes rolling back into his head.

“Jimin- fuck, Jimin- you’re coming all over me.”

Jeongguk pants.

Jimin groans, pleasure spreading through his body, no regard for wherever he’s coming, just riding himself through it. He can feel Jeongguk’s cock throb inside of him, and he opens his eyes just a bit to see Jeongguk all still beneath him; trembling.

Oh, fuck, he’s right. White streaks of come paint Jeongguk’s black shirt white, all over that chest harness, even reaching his neck.

“Sorry- fuck.”

He wipes some of it off, but Jeongguk shakes his head. He just looks up at him with pleading eyes, and Jimin is not sure what’s up until he feels that big cock twitch inside of him again.

“O-oh, you’re- you’re waiting for-“

Jeongguk nods, bucking his hips up ever so slowly.

Jimin is about to go insane. Can’t believe Jeongguk is still waiting for his consent to come. His cock twitches once, despite already having come, and he just nods.

“Of course, you can come, made me feel so good.”

Jeongguk moans softly, picks up the pace, keeps his gaze fixed on him.

So pretty, so fucked out, so cute.

Jimin’s eyes travel down, finds some of his cum right on Jeongguk’s chest, scoops it up with his thumb, brushes over his nipple.

“A-ah- fuck.”

“So sensitive here..”

Jimin muses, playing with the rope with his other hand, feeling Jeongguk quickly lose rhythm.

“Mmh- fuck, nngh-“

Jeongguk closes his eyes in concentration, pretty crease between his brows as he fucks up into him as hard as he can in this position.

Jimin knows he should ask, but he doesn’t, smears his cum right over Jeongguk’s pretty lips.

Jeongguk darts his tongue out automatically, and then his eyes fly open when he tastes it, looks right into Jimin’s when he comes.

“F-fuck- you fucking pervert-“

Jimin can’t help the grin as he watches Jeongguk throw his head back in pure pleasure. Feels his entire body shudder when he comes, loves how his thighs tremble with every thrust, how he buries his cock deep inside of him.

Jimin leans in, kisses along Jeongguk’s neck, clenches around him to help him through his orgasm.

“Sorry, couldn’t help myself.”

“Mmh- bet you couldn’t.”

Jeongguk pants, leaning his head back down once his body finally stills. Jimin goes in to steal a few kisses, tastes himself on his tongue. Jeongguk breaks apart after a minute, panting softly.

“Can you untie me?”

“Mmh? Oh, yes, sorry.”

Jimin lets him slip out of him, then manoeuvres himself behind Jeongguk. He’s glad this takes a lot less long than the tying up part.

“No pain anywhere?”

He asks, as he starts to undo the knots.

Jeongguk shakes his head, pleased sigh falling from his lips.

“It was good, really.”

Jimin nods, still a little dazed from his orgasm. Usually with one night stands he doesn’t really do any aftercare, he doesn’t like cuddling, or kissing, or anything after sex.

But there really isn’t a guidebook on how to go about aftercare with your roommate who you didn’t think was gay.

“I didn’t think you were into men.”

Jeongguk says then, voicing Jimin’s thoughts.

He can’t help but snort.

“Really? The guy with the bleached hair who asked you to help with his shibari practice? Didn’t raise any alarms?”

“I just thought you were edgy.”

“Now that’s just offensive.”

Jeongguk chuckles softly, looks over his shoulder. And wow, afterglow is really a thing. Jimin marvels at how pretty Jeongguk’s skin looks, leans in a little closer.

“I thought you were straight too, actually.”

He confesses, reaching around Jeongguk’s body to grab the rope from the other end, as he slowly untangles him.

“Yeah? Well, this is my first time with a guy, so you’re not far off.”

Jimin stops in his tracks.

“What?”

“I’ve never had sex with a guy before this.” Jeongguk says again, looking at him with a small smile. “Have thought about it a whole lot though.”

Jimin blinks, shakes his head.

“You can’t be serious.”

“I’m serious, rope-sensei.”

A grin now spreads on those pretty lips, and Jimin swats his shoulder, cheeks burning up.

“Stop saying that. Why didn’t you tell me this was your first time?”

“With a guy.”

Jeongguk stresses, wriggling out of the rope because Jimin is too shocked to even move.

“Still, isn’t this a bit.. intense for a first time?”

“No, I liked it a lot.” Jeongguk says, still smiling a little. “Think you could tell.”

Jimin feels heat rush up his neck, and he just focuses on untying Jeongguk.

“I mean, yes, but, you should have told me.”

“Why?” Jeongguk asks, leaning back until his back hits Jimin’s chest, turning his head to look at him. “Would you have spared me from tasting your cum?”

Fuck.

Jimin bites on the inside of his cheek, a little embarrassed now that he knows he made a gay virgin just lick up his cum without any prior notice.

“Sorry about that.”

Jeongguk chuckles softly, shakes his head.

“All good. Kind of liked it.”

Jimin unties the last bit of rope, blush prominent on his cheeks as he puts it away.

“Finally.”

Jeongguk says, doesn’t give Jimin a second to register what’s happening. His back hits the mattress, two arms wrapped around him, mouth covering his own.

“Mmh-“

Jeongguk kisses him eagerly, and Jimin should have known by the puppy-like enthusiasm how new he is at all of this. Most guys he brings back to his room don’t show half the energy this guy has.

He feels a little giddy when he kisses back, wraps his arms around Jeongguk’s neck to keep him close, tangles his hand in his hair, caresses through it.

“You did really well for a first time.”

He whispers between kisses.

“Mmh.. you did too, you know, as a rope-sensei.”

Jimin can taste that grin before he even opens his eyes.

“It’s Nawashi.”

“Bless you.”

Jimin groans, just pulls Jeongguk back in for a kiss, can tell Jeongguk is laughing by the way his shoulders shake a little.

Brat.

He moves his hand towards Jeongguk’s chest, rubs his thumb over his nipple. The reaction is instant, low moan falling from his lips, cock twitching against Jimin’s hipbone.

“Watch out, might tie you up again if you misbehave.”

Jeongguk’s eyes glint playfully.

“Yeah?” He leans in, bites Jimin’s lower lip softly. “Is that right, rope-sensei?”