hear the squelching? You’re so wet, cock leaking so much it sounds like pussy (Patreon)

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god- he’s really, they’re really doing this.

the porn video plays on his phone, somewhere on the bed, in a corner.

but he’s got his hand around Jimin’s dick, and Jimin’s hand had sneaked into his underwear as well.

they should probably think with their actual brains for a few solid seconds but neither of them brings up the fact that they’re just friends and just horny and this is gonna have an impact on their bond.

instead, Jimin slowly caresses over his length, then takes it in his small hand.

“Fuck.. didn’t know you were this big.”

If he had any chance of thinking clearly, it all goes down the drain. A soft moan slips past his lips as he looks down.

Jimin explores his length behind his boxers, fingers running from his balls up to the head, then curling around the base and squeezing it.

He bites his lower lip, cheeks hot.

And then Jimin slips his hand out, and pulls on the waistband of his boxers.

“Off.”

Oh god, Jimin already sounds so fucked out, voice all breathy.

He swallows, looks down at his boxers, and then at Jimin’s.

“You too.”

They both struggle out of their underwear, and then Jeongguk finally gets the full view of Jimin’s cock. Looks so fucking pretty, hard, the head flushed pink, glistening a little.

Jimin gasps softly, moves even closer, no more space left between them, side to side.

“Fuck- can I just..?”

“Yeah.”

He doesn’t know what he’s saying yes to, but when Jimin wraps his hand back around him he thinks he’s said the right word.

“So pretty.. so big.”

Jimin whispers, almost to himself.

Jeongguk can’t help his soft moans, he likes being praised. he leans his head back against the headboard and just lets Jimin explore his cock. Lets him slap it against his stomach, caress over the underside, cup his balls in his small hand.

He hasn’t been touched quite like this ever before, feels how easily he gets wet without even being properly jerked off.

In the corner of his eye he sees Jimin’s dick twitch, and god, it’s so.. hot. He didn’t think he would find it hot- but fuck, he kind of just wants to explore Jimin’s entire body, try out every single thing before they have to get out of this hotel room.

So he takes Jimin’s cock back into his hand as well, touches him the same way, caresses over the length, squeezes the base because he’s so thick.

He looks at Jimin- kind of accidentally- finds how fucking close they are, nose to nose.

Jimin pants softly as he looks into his eyes, then moves his hand around his cock, finally.

“Tell me the right pace..”

Hot breath fans against his lips, and he almost doesn’t register the question until Jimin starts flicking his wrist a little faster.

“Nngh- good, bit slower.”

“Yeah? Wouldn’t have thought you like it slow.”

“Mmh..”

It’s so intimate to look into Jimin’s eyes while saying what he likes.

“What- what about you?”

He breathes out, starts slowly getting Jimin off as well.

“Bit faster.”

It’s pretty difficult to get someone else off, he finds out. The pace, the grip, it’s all different for Jimin than for himself. he can feel Jimin’s dick twitch in his hand, can feel how much hotter it is near the head.

God, so pretty.

Jimin pants and moans softly, bites on his lower lip to hold it in. Jeongguk is hypnotised by those beautiful, pink, plush lips. But kissing is kind of the only line that they haven’t crossed yet, so..

“Can I- try something?”

Jimin asks then.

“Yeah.”

He’s going to say yes to everything Jimin says really.

Jimin grabs his chin, and for a second he thinks maybe, finally they’re gonna kiss. But Jimin just tilts his head so he can align his lips with his ear.

“How does it feel, my hand around you?”

Jeongguk feels goosebumps appear over his arms, that soft whisper, the brush of those lips against his earlobe.

“So- so good.”

“Yeah? Better than your own hand?”

“Mmh.”

Jimin twists his wrist just a little on the upstroke and fuck- it makes him leak a little precum.

“I’ve been wanting to do this..”

Jimin whispers, now closer to his neck. Jeongguk bares it for him a bit, shivers at the confession.

“Every time I read erotica I think about doing that with you.”

Fuck.

His eyes roll back, a loud moan falling from his lips because the erotica snippets Jimin showed him were so fucking filthy.

He looks at Jimin, sees how dark those eyes have gotten, a glint in them that he has never seen before. He’s never seen Jimin in such a state of arousal. It’s so- so pretty.

His hips buck up on their own accord, a low heat in the pit of his stomach driving him to fuck Jimin’s hand. It’s embarrassing, but he’s getting so wet that precum spills from the head of his cock onto Jimin’s fingers.

Worse is when Jimin scoops some of it up, and then brings his fingers to Jeongguk’s mouth.

“wanna taste yourself?”

oh god- fuck.

“Yeah.” he admits, a little ashamed. “I want- I want everything.”

“Mmh..”

Jimin pushes his fingers past his lips, and he tastes his own precum on his tongue. It’s sort of tangy, but the idea of being force-fed his own come overrules his rational thoughts and he just wants more; sucks on Jimin’s fingers eagerly.

“Oh god.. fuck..”

Jimin pants.

Jeongguk still has his hand wrapped around Jimin’s cock, even though he isn’t even moving his hand anymore, but now he can feel it twitch.

“Looks so good on you, sucking my fingers like that.”

Jeongguk groans softly, feels his cheeks burn up because he knows that it means he’d probably look good sucking dick. And to be honest, he’d do it right now if Jimin asked, wants to try every single thing.

“Fuck, hear that?”

Jimin pants, picking up the pace of his hand.

Heat starts to accumulate in the pit of his stomach, and he shakes his head, too close to his orgasm to even focus on listening.

“Hear the squelching? You’re so wet, cock leaking so much it sounds like pussy.”

Jeongguk gasps, the words fuelling that pleasure, that need, and he rocks his hips up faster, spilling more precum over Jimin’s fingers, making it sticky and wet.

“Please- oh my god- Jimin- please make me come-“

“Mmh, fuck. If you had one, would you let me fuck it?”

Jesus Christ.

“Nngh.”

He nods, embarrassed, so close to his orgasm he feels it in his gut, pulling tight.

“Fuck- I want to..” Jimin pants. “Want to fuck you.”

Jeongguk gasps, thighs clenching, and with one more stroke that pleasure finally bursts and he comes. It’s so intense that he can’t even moan, he’s holding his breath, eyes rolling back at that feeling spreading through his body.

“Mmh fuck, look at the mess you’re making.”

Jimin whispers, forcing him to look at himself.

It’s insane, Jimin’s hand is all wet with it, and yet he keeps stroking his length, milking more out of him. He doesn’t think he’s come this much before, it keeps spurting from the head over his upper body.

“Fuck, how long can you keep going?”

It’s just a little embarrassing how his body jolts when Jimin talks to him like that, and more come dribbles from the head down his length, over Jimin’s knuckles.

“Making sure I’m covered in it, hm?”

Jimin lifts his hand to show him, all his fingers are dripping with it.

“Fuck..” He curses, cheeks glowing hot. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be. I like it wet.”

Jimin licks one of his fingers clean, and if Jeongguk hadn’t just come, he would have upon that sight.

He just lies there, looking at Jimin in awe, slowly gaining some sense back.

Usually this is the part where his head would clear up and some sort of critical thinking would take place, but instead, his mind just goes; oh my god that was amazing, oh my god Jimin is so hot, we need to do this again

He’s still half drunk on his orgasm when he crawls closer, and pulls Jimin in by the back of his neck. There’s a bit of his own come on Jimin’s lower lip, and he goes in and licks it clean.

This time around, Jimin gasps softly.

“Is- is kissing okay?”

He asks, as though he didn’t just make him come.

Jeongguk nods, maybe a little too frantically.

“Yeah it’s-“

He can’t finish his sentence, Jimin’s lips already on his own.

It’s warm, wet, and so fucking good. He should have known those plush lips would feel like this between his own, so soft. Jimin tangles his hand in the back of his hair, tilts his head just a bit more, licks over the seam of his lips.

“Ngh..”

They should have done this earlier, so much earlier. Because even though Jimin’s got a dirty mouth, he tastes so sweet it’s addictive, kisses him so good he sees stars.

He’s overwhelmed after a minute, has to pull back to catch his breath.

Jimin looks at him, eyelids sunken a little, attractive blush on his nose and cheeks. And then he leans in, nudges his nose with his own.

“I wanna go all night..”

Oh..

Jeongguk feels it tingle everywhere, nods even though he doesn’t know if he can take it.

“Okay.”