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Jeongguk remembers the first time it happened.

After a concert, his body and mind buzzing from the sensation, heart pounding in overdrive, sweat dripping down his face, and an overwhelming amount of adrenaline running through his veins.

He needed something.

He felt as though he was going insane, looking around the changing rooms like a depraved predator for something to- someone to-

And then there was Jimin. Standing there in a similar state, panting, eyes meeting his own.

It had to be Jimin. There was always that magnetic pull between the two of them on stage, there was always that click.

That’s when it happened for the first time. Jeongguk had taken two big steps and practically crashed his lips against Jimin’s. some sort of hungry, desperate, chaotic kiss where both of them kept needing to catch their breath in between. But at least it felt like Jimin understood him, kissed him just as hard, never even questioned it. Well, until he pulled back at least.

He’d been so rash to kiss Jimin that he hadn’t even looked around who else was in the room. Which turned out to be all of the members and some of the staff. So then it all kind of got awkward.

“Sorry, I.. sorry. I needed to blow off some steam.”

Jeongguk had said, apologising awkwardly towards everyone, not really looking at Jimin. But he does remember the look upon Jimin’s face, which is probably the whole reason this became a thing.

Pure bliss, on Jimin’s pretty features. Just from that short kiss that should barely even be described as a kiss. Jeongguk can’t ever forget about that expression, as if Jimin just had a good fuck. That satisfied small smile, dazed eyes, pink cheeks. He looked a little proud even, as if he’d been actively trying to get Jeongguk to kiss him and finally got what he wanted.

When Jeongguk apologised to Jimin about it later, he’d only gotten a shake of Jimin’s head.

“Don’t be.. I know what it’s like. The aftermath of a concert is.. a thing.”

Maybe that’s also a reason it happened again. Jimin understood where he was coming from, didn’t make it weird between them, didn’t make it this big taboo thing that happened. Just a kiss after a concert, between close friends, to blow off steam.

The next time it happened, Jeongguk was actively trying to hold it in. Just standing there in the changing rooms, getting dressed out by the staff. His whole body on edge, every slight touch making him burn up even more.

That time, his gaze locked on Jimin, and he just stood there, frozen. Because one time is excusable, but two times makes for the possibility of a third time. At least, that’s his math.

Jimin, though, had seen him looking, and returned that gaze, something like firework sparkling between them. Jimin had made his way over to him, and the staff had backed away as though they knew it was coming.

Jimin initiated this time, grabbed him by the back of his neck and crashed their lips together. Jeongguk hadn’t objected in the slightest. His hands had just found a way around Jimin’s small waist and he’d taken what he needed. Jimin had slipped his tongue in his mouth that time, and Jeongguk remembers it sending a thrill down his body.

They both apologised to the staff and members after that, kind of half-heartedly because it happened before.

And then it kept happening.

First it was after every concert, then it changed to in between sets, then to in between songs. Any other excuse to have his lips on Jimin’s.

At first he kept downplaying it as just pent up frustration, but then it could have been anyone, he could have kissed any of them. But it had to be Jimin. His soft lips, delicate features, his scent, it’s all just right.

It became so normal that none of the members even commented on it. And that’s when it became worse.

Because now, even when they’re hanging out in the hotel well after the concert has passed, Jeongguk is thinking about it. When they’re lounging, 4 of them in the same room, and Jimin is just lazily scrolling through his phone on the bed, he looks tempting. Jeongguk keeps crawling a little closer, until he’s pressed up against Jimin’s side.

Maybe it’s because it’s a habit, but Jimin looks at him and instantly understands that he wants a kiss. Even though they’re in the same room as Namjoon and Hoseok. Well, not that that ever stopped them before, but this is a hotel room, not some changing room underneath a stage.

This is not the normal circumstance under which they kiss. Jimin gives him a look too, that basically confirms Jeongguk’s entire inner monologue. They probably shouldn’t kiss here, now. Still, it’s not an outright no, he just hesitates.

Jeongguk sneaks a glance at Hoseok, who’s watching a series on the hotel tv on the other bed, and then Namjoon, who’s reading in a chair. If they’re a little discreet, they can get away with it. Besides, it isn’t like Namjoon and Hoseok haven’t seen it before.

Jimin seems to agree that the other two are distracted enough. He puts his phone down and turns towards Jeongguk, curls his hand around the back of his neck and brings him in for a kiss.

This one isn’t like the other kisses. They have to be silent, careful. Jeongguk sighs into it, knows Jimin’s lips like the back of his hand, but didn’t know it could feel like this, too. Soft and sweet, warm lips against his own, hot tongue sliding into his mouth. He shudders, finds Jimin’s waist under his fingers and pulls him a little closer.

If those kisses after concerts are meant to blow off steam, this one is to feel some sort of intimacy. Busy lifestyles call for bad relationships, and Jeongguk is at that age where he would love to hold someone close every night.

Jimin fits perfectly against his own body, legs intertwining with his, chest against chest. And the way Jimin’s hand slides through his hair and caresses his scalp has him all warm and fuzzy.

“Are you guys just.. making out?”

Jeongguk pulls back immediately, cheeks blossoming pink as he turns to look at Namjoon who’s just standing there, a bit shocked. Well, it’s hard to say, his expression is very difficult to read.

“It’s just- just the concert aftermath.”

That’s the terrible excuse he’s been saying for weeks now, but at least that was while they were actually still at the concert building.

Namjoon seems to think that too, as he looks at them tangled up in the bed.

“Uh.. can you at least keep it for after concerts? It’s kind of awkward trying to read with kissing sounds in the back.”

“Sorry hyung.”

Jimin apologises, then untangles himself from Jeongguk, and grabs his phone again. Jeongguk mumbles a half-hearted sorry as he dejectedly walks back to his own bed.

Way to ruin a nice kiss. It’s not like they can choose their own hotel rooms, they’re stuck always sharing together, Jeongguk can never really get Jimin alone like this.

He pouts and holds a pity party for himself as he stares at the ceiling. Then when the room falls quiet after a few hours, he sneaks over to Jimin’s bed again. Lucky for him, Jimin is always awake until the dead of the night, so he doesn’t need to wake him.

And he doesn’t need to say anything either, Jimin lets him in, pulls him close, and kisses him again.

And that’s how that starts. Late night make-out sessions hidden underneath the blankets. It wasn’t really his plan to make it a thing, but Jimin seems to crave it just as bad, so it works out that way.

They talk about it sometimes, almost never. They’re basically confirming what they already know. It’s not love, it’s just nice to have someone to hold, to kiss, to cuddle up to. Both of them feel less agitated because of it, a little comfort on harsh days of touring.

But all that kind of comes crashing down on Jeongguk one day. Because usually, this doesn’t happen. This meaning, his dick getting hard.

Of all times he’s kissed Jimin, it’s never with any kind of intention for it to turn into more. He doesn’t do it to get laid, kissing is a nice comfortable activity that they do, kind of like a hobby.

So, one night, when literally all the members are sleeping in the same room, and he’s kissing Jimin secretly on one of the bunk beds farthest in the back, he feels his cock hardening in his slacks.

He tries to think of what exactly is different from any other times they’ve kissed that his cock suddenly is like: this is the time to get hard. Maybe Jimin is kissing him a little rougher than normal? Is it because it’s thrilling that everyone is here? Is it just because it’s been some time since he’s jerked off? He can’t quite put his finger on it.

In any case, he tries to hide it but fails to do so when Jimin tangles their legs together and his thigh directly brushes against his fairly obvious boner.

It’s apparently significant enough for Jimin to break the kiss. Jeongguk feels his cheeks burn in embarrassment.

“Sorry hyung, I’ll take a shower.”

He says, but before he can make his awkward getaway, Jimin shakes his head.

“It’s fine. Happens sometimes.”

Jeongguk almost snorts at the comment, but he’s too embarrassed to say anything, and Jimin doesn’t care because he just kisses him again. Maybe that’s it? Jimin kisses him a little more eagerly than normal.. it’s less comfortable make-out, more.. sexual.

Jimin is licking into his mouth, sucking on his tongue, touching his pecs, kneading them, rubbing over his abs. Usually he doesn’t really notice Jimin touching him during the kiss, but now he feels it, or is it just because he’s hyperaware now?

Ah, he can’t tell.

All he knows is that it feels good. Really good. And when Jimin accidentally rubs his thigh against his cock, that feels very good. So when it happens a few times, he doesn’t object in the slightest. And when it keeps happening, he has to ask himself if Jimin is doing this on purpose. But his mind is fuzzy, and it feels so good that he doesn’t want it to stop.

So he doesn’t ask, and Jimin doesn’t stop, and then he gives into it. He lets it happen at first, but after a minute he can’t help but move his hips a little, rutting against Jimin’s thigh unapologetically.

He knows it goes way beyond making out, he hadn’t planned on this happening, but god it feels good. Soft moans slip past his lips, Jimin has to squeeze the back of his neck to remind him they’re not alone in this room.

Jeongguk doesn’t think he can do this soundlessly. He breaks the kiss, a little dazed.

“I need to shower.”

He says again.

Jimin shakes his head.

“Just- just keep going. Use my leg.”

A hot rush spreads over Jeongguk’s body, hearing Jimin say something like that wasn’t something he thought would ever happen.

“I can’t do it quietly.”

He whispers, eyes naturally dragging down to Jimin’s lips. After kissing they always look so red.. spit-slick and abused and pretty. For some reason now, it makes his cock twitch against Jimin’s thigh.

“Not gonna blow you, if you’re thinking about that.”

Jimin whispers.

Fuck.

“I wasn’t.”

He is now though.

Holy shit. Jimin, blowing him. Oh wow.. that’s so hot, he can barely keep his hips from moving. He can’t remember the last time he’s gotten a blowjob. And Jimin- wow. He can’t believe the thought never crossed his mind before. Jimin’s lips would look positively obscene around his cock.

Going to the shower and leaving Jimin here gets less and less attractive, especially because Jimin just invited him to get off with his thigh, and all he can think about is getting sucked off by that pretty mouth. So he bites on his lower lip to prevent himself from moaning as he gets back into it, finding a steady rhythm to get off.

Jimin finds his lips again, and kisses him dirtily, tongue delving into his mouth, teeth sinking into his lower lip. Jeongguk does a great job at staying quiet until he doesn’t. His mind gets consumed by pretty images of Jimin on his knees, lips around him, sucking his cock as vigorously as he’s kissing him.

“Ah fuck..”

Jeongguk curses, pulling Jimin closer with his sweaty palms, mind overtaken by lust, hips bucking up harshly to stimulate his cock, soft groans escaping his mouth.

“Sssh.”

Jimin shushes him, but doesn’t help one bit when he fists a hand in Jeongguk’s hair and pulls on it, which just sends a shock of pleasure down his spine.

“Mmh- not helping.”

He whispers, which makes Jimin chuckle breathily, despite the chance of one of the members waking up.

“Thought you’d come faster.”

Jimin whispers against his mouth, before kissing him again. And what? It’s been only a few minutes. Coming that fast is a little embarrassing, even for him. But what’s even worse is Jimin saying it, such a taboo thing. Crossing that line they never crossed in such a careless way.

“Maybe if you keep talking about how you’re not gonna blow me.”

He whispers, which just makes Jimin grin against his lips. And then he hitches his thigh up, presses it harder against Jeongguk’s cock just to make Jeongguk gasp.

“Jimin-“

“Yeah? Does that turn you on? Thinking about your hyung sucking you off?”

Jeongguk clutches Jimin’s shoulders in his hands and buries his face in Jimin’s neck, just moans softly at the question, nods because there’s no point in lying. He feels heat coil in his gut as he rubs his cock against Jimin’s thigh, and it’s quite embarrassing how he was just offended a second ago and now almost proving the point.

“Mm, I thought we agreed this was just for fun, that this had nothing to do with you or me.”

Jimin whispers.

“It doesn’t.”

Jeongguk pants, mainly because he doesn’t want this to be the reason they stop. He doesn’t want to miss his late night make-out sessions just because he was weak one time. Besides, Jimin started it. He’s the one who’s rubbing his thigh all over his cock.

“No? You’re getting off thinking about my lips around your cock. You’re thinking about me swallowing your come.”

Fuck.

Fuck.

Jeongguk moans at the thought, starts fucking Jimin’s thigh harder, thinking about coming inside of Jimin’s mouth. He’d have never let himself go there, Jimin is putting the images in his head, it’s not his fault.

“God you’re loud.”

Jimin whispers, though he doesn’t sound too upset about it. Jeongguk is pretty sure Jimin is smiling, he can hear it just from the tone of his voice. It’s hot. He hooks a leg around Jimin’s hip and pulls him closer, grinding against his thigh without rhythm, his sensitive cock all wet with precum. He’s close.

“Don’t think I’d ever do it for you. I’ll allow you to think about it now, but you’ll never get it.”

That does something to him. He knows it shouldn’t spur him on, but his competitive nature gets the best of him and he just sees it as a challenge instead of a warning. Because with a sane mind he would have nodded and agreed, but now he tangles his hand in Jimin’s hair and aligns his lips with Jimin’s ear.

“I want it, hyung.”

That usually works with Jimin. He can ask him anything and Jimin gives in without second thoughts. He’s always been way too kind. Jimin has always been weak for him.

“Want your mouth on me.”

“Bet you do.”

Jimin says back, tone a little different than before. Jeongguk can tell, he’s known him for years. Jimin sounds just as turned on as he is, breathing shallowly against his mouth before he kisses him again.

Jeongguk feels his orgasm building up, the muscles in his stomach contracting, heat spreading over his body, accumulating in his gut. His mind is full of Jimin’s mouth around his cock, fucking Jimin’s mouth, making him choke on his cock, shooting his come down his throat, marking his lips with it.

He groans in frustration, fucking Jimin’s thigh even harder, making the bed creak, but he’s past caring. He needs it so bad, doesn’t care if anyone wakes up. And he pulls Jimin close, grips his ass with one hand and squeezes it, even though he knows that’s too far.

“Fuck-“ Jimin pants. “Want you to come so bad.”

That does it. Jimin sounding all worked up, not even because of his own pleasure, but because of his.

“Fuck- mmh-“

Just a few more hard thrusts and Jeongguk is coming in his pants. The euphoric feeling thunders through his body, makes him convulse against Jimin while he grips him tight. He has to bite down on Jimin’s neck to prevent himself from moaning too loudly as he rides Jimin’s thigh.

He feels his underwear filling with come, and he wishes there was no fabric between them so he could cover Jimin’s legs in it. He’d love to fuck his own come between Jimin’s thighs, to make them all dirty.

“Mmh fuck.”

He sighs, all blissed out from that, a pleasant buzz now in his ears. He naturally finds Jimin’s lips for a kiss, lazy and a little lust-drunk. Consequences? He can’t even think of them right now. His brain is complete mush.

Well, that is until Jimin starts poking his hip with his boner.

Right, he should have expected that to go both ways, but for some reason an alarm goes off in his mind. Jimin is hard, Jimin is hard.

Turns out, he’s hard and touching himself. Jeongguk hadn’t noticed at all while he was humping Jimin like an animal in heat, but Jimin’s hand is moving under the covers.

The pleasant buzz is replaced by a rush of an unknown feeling, and Jeongguk is blushing as he looks at Jimin’s flushed face, listens to him panting as he touches himself.

He should help. That’s the least he could do.

“Want.. want to ride my thigh?”

He asks, but Jimin shakes his head.

“Can’t come like that.”

He pants softly, eyes falling closed as he strokes himself. The sound is so.. obscene. Jeongguk doesn’t know how to deal with that wet squelch, nor with the way Jimin whimpers softly as he bites on his thick lower lip. He’s sexy, Jeongguk doesn’t want to admit it to himself but the word just pops up in his head when he sees Jimin like this.

He doesn’t want to think, goes in for another kiss, finds that Jimin’s mouth is hotter than before. Jeongguk hesitantly touches over Jimin’s chest, wants to give him some sort of pleasure, a return for offering his thigh like that. He rubs gently over Jimin’s nipple, tries not to get hard again when Jimin pants so prettily between kisses.

Curiosity takes the better of him, as he dips his hand lower, caressing over Jimin’s defined stomach, towards his deep v-line. If Jimin notices at all, he doesn’t say anything about it, just keeps jerking himself at the same pace, trying to kiss him back.

Should he touch?

He’s never touched Jimin’s cock. Let alone anyone’s cock besides his own. But, it would be a.. a nice gesture? Between friends..?

Fuck, he should have just gone to the shower, he’s pretty sure this is gonna ruin late night make-out session time between them. This whole thing is probably going to make it awkward and-

“jeongguk-ah.”

Jimin moans softly, which sends a wave of pleasure down Jeongguk’s spine. His face heats up and his cock twitches despite being completely spent. His hand naturally slips down, and he’s touching Jimin’s cock, his palm flat against the head.

It makes both of them gasp softly.

“Sorry-“

“Fuck- can you- you can touch if-“

“Yeah?”

“Yeah- please.”

Jimin begs, his voice so soft and raspy, Jeongguk has heard it before but it has never occurred to him that it sounds so hot. Things like that only come to mind in these situations. Like how he’s seen Jimin’s cock so many times, but never occurred to him that he’d feel so thick in his hand.

Jeongguk swallows as he jerks Jimin off to his own usual fast-paced rhythm, and sees him fall apart in his hands. It’s a sight to behold, Jimin’s eyes closed in pleasure like this, mouth open to breathe shallowly and whimper softly as he gets closer to his orgasm.

Fuck.

“You’re pretty, hyung.”

Jeongguk whispers, noticing how close he is to Jimin’s mouth. Drawn to him like a moth to a flame. Jimin’s eyes open slightly, and they just stare back at him, lust-glazed and dark.

“So pretty.”

Jeongguk repeats, before he kisses Jimin again, because he can’t get enough. Jimin can barely move his mouth, so close to his climax that he’s just moans and pants at this point. Jeongguk doesn’t let that stop him though, he just licks into Jimin’s mouth, sucks on his lower lip, takes whatever he wants.

“Close?”

“Mm fuck- so close.”

Jimin bucks his hips up, and Jeongguk gasps as he feels Jimin’s cock fuck into his hand like that, which for some reason feels way more obscene than just getting someone off. He can feel the way Jimin grinds his hips, rolls his body, can imagine what it feels like to be fucked by him.

Woah,

Those thoughts are not-

“Fuck- Jeongguk- I’m gonna come.”

Jimin whimpers, gripping Jeongguk’s shoulders tightly as he picks up the pace. And Jeongguk just lets him fuck his hand, cheeks burning hot as he watches Jimin’s face. It’s only a few more thrusts and then he sees how that frustrated frown is replaced by an expression of pure ecstasy.

“Oh yes- fuck.”

Warm come covers Jeongguk’s hand under the covers, making the slide of Jimin’s cock through his hand sound nice and wet. Jimin moans against his neck, kisses over the skin as he slowly rides out his orgasm.

Jeongguk is half-hard by the time Jimin is completely spent. It’s insane really. He hasn’t had that in years.

There’s no time to think about it anyway, because Jimin pulls him in for a slow kiss, so he just rubs his dirty hand over the covers and kisses Jimin back.

He doesn’t know how long they make out for, but as it is the middle of the night they fall asleep. When he wakes up he’s still dirty from the night before, and Jimin is still holding him tightly.