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“Wanna find out? Which one of us is bigger?”

Jeongguk’s throat runs completely dry, and for a solid second he gains back some sense.

The bite on his neck burns, and the scent of wildfire all around him makes him feel owned. The sheer humiliation of it is kind of dulled by the arousal in his system, which probably should be even more embarrassing.

His dick is still hard, leaking, pressing right against Jimin’s through the fabric of their pants, and fuck—

“Yeah—“ he nods. “I wanna know.”

“And if I’m bigger?” Jimin asks, eyes glinting with something dangerous. “Will you let me fuck you?”

“No.”

He breathes out quickly, because even though his body is begging him to do something— being bitten and scented is already way too much, more than he can take.

“But, if you’re bigger.. you can fuck me.”

Jimin poses then, tipping his head back just a little, neck on display.

Jeongguk shudders at the mention, soft growl rumbling in his chest as he looks at that unmarked, pretty, soft skin.

Fucking Jimin— god, that sounds like heaven.

Not only would it feel good, but everyone would be able to tell, they would be able to smell him on Jimin— and that story would overshadow the mark Jimin left on his neck.

He pants softly, leans in just a little, closer to Jimin’s neck, can’t help it, his alpha is literally about to take the wheel. His mouth waters just at the thought of biting him back, giving him a taste of his own medicine.

“Of course, if you’re bigger, you can scent me too.”

Jimin says, voice so mellow.

It’s actually an offer impossible to turn down, he’s almost vibrating at the idea of fucking Jimin, and none of his rational thoughts get through the thick fog in his mind.

“Fuck.. okay,” he nods quickly. “Let’s do it.”

“Good.”

Within a second, he’s on his back, Jimin on top of him with that unhinged grin. His bed creaks under their weight— and now it makes sense why jimin would shake his bed, he planned for this all along.

“Fuck, that mark looks pretty on you.”

Jimin breathes out, dips his head into the crook of his neck and licks over the bite again.

He growls— because he thought the scenting was over, but Jimin just tuts right next to his ear.

“You know I’m still bitching you, hm? I’m not done yet.”

Fuck.

He tries to calm his alpha down, but being underneath Jimin he just feels so powerless, so humiliated. He smells like Jimin, his bed smells like Jimin, he’s got Jimin’s mark, and fuck— he just wants to do it right back, take his pride back by fucking his knot into Jimin, putting him in place.

A soft moan slips from Jimin’s lips then.

“Fuck, you smell so good.” Jimin drags his nose over his scent gland, slow, deliberate. “almost like an omega.”

Jeongguk’s breath hitches, and he bares his teeth.

Jimin doesn’t even look at him, ignores all of the threatening signs, completely lost in his neck, kissing and licking over his mark proudly, before pulling back.

“Undress for me.”

It’s not really a command, at least, with Jimin’s light tone of voice it doesn’t sound like it, but Jeongguk feels it deep inside, so he huffs out a breath.

“You first.”

It doesn’t even matter to Jimin, the corner of his mouth curls up.

“Of course love.”

It’s bad because when Jimin strips he looks absolutely delectable. Jeongguk wants to hate it, wants to feel some sort of repulsion or at least have his alpha uninterested, but sadly, Jimin is hot with and without clothes.

If not for his tattoos, it would be his soft looking skin, and if not that, it would be his toned body, and if not that— fuck, his cock is pretty too.

That’s the thing— he thought maybe it was just the circumstances that made Jimin more attractive, his ass, his lips, his hair, his smaller frame. But now that he’s looking at Jimin’s hard cock, with saliva pooling in his mouth, he kind of gives up.

His cock is curved up prettily, just the right girth and length, flushed near the head— picture fucking perfect just like the rest of him.

Jimin doesn’t even ask him to undress this time around, he just grabs the waistband of his shorts and takes them off of him along with his underwear before he can object.

His cock slaps against his stomach, and he’s not so sure, actually, which of them is bigger.

“Mm..” Jimin tilts his head, takes in his length with his eyes. “You’ve got a pretty cock, Jeon.”

Jesus.

He bites his lip, but his cock twitches as if it’s taking the compliment.

Traitor.

Jimin chuckles breathily, then lies down next to him, curls a hand around his own cock, and shamelessly jerks himself off.

Jeongguk can barely tear his eyes off.

“What— what are you—“

“We need to come around the same time to be able to tell who’s bigger.” Jimin says, then nods down. “Keep up with me.”

Oh.

Fuck, right— how else are they gonna do it?

Still, it’s so insane— when he wraps a hand around his own cock, and just strokes his length right next to Jimin on his own bed. It’s so fucking wrong. Why did he agree to this?

“Tell me when you’re close, yeah?”

Jimin’s voice is a little raspy, so close to his ear that it sends a shiver down his spine.

He turns to look at Jimin, only an inch or so between their faces; finds that blush on his nose and cheeks, the rosy colour of his full lips.

Fuck.

He bites on his lower lip as he twists his hand a little more around the head of his cock, silently wonders what it would feel like, that mouth around his length.

A grin slowly appears the longer he looks at Jimin’s lips, and he quickly looks back up, caught.

Shit, he’s not in his right mind. Openly looking at Jimin’s lips while he gets off. He clears his throat and just looks at the ceiling instead, tries to imagine an omega, some fruity scent, or something like vanilla— burnt vanilla? something a bit less sweet maybe— whiskey? that wooden, strong, almost campfire like scent— god, anything that’s got that edge, that dangerous— wildfire

Fuck.

He breathes in deeply, head turning back towards Jimin automatically, who luckily has his eyes closed.

It’s only then that he hears that wet sound. Rhythmic and wrong and.. god, it’s hot. He peeks down, sees Jimin work his own cock— the head peeking through his fist with each stroke, glistening in the light.

Fuck— the head of Jimin’s cock is so.. wet. Even when Jimin rubs over it with his thumb, there’s a little string that attaches to it when he lifts his finger off. So sticky..

“Mmh.”

An unsolicited moan slips past his lips, and he has to look away quickly.

“Close?”

Jimin breathes out.

Jeongguk shakes his head.

“Just— feels good.”

who would even say that? he cringes at himself, but luckily Jimin doesn’t seem to care, he just hums softly.

“You should move your hand a little slower.”

Heat rushes up his neck at the soft command, and he dares to look at Jimin, who’s definitely looking at his cock. It’s so blatantly obvious that he kind of feels embarrassed— wants to hide his dick behind his hands but he refrains.

“I think you’re gonna come too fast otherwise.”

“Isn’t— isn’t it the whole point to come fast? Want to show you my knot so I can fuck you.”

He pants, though he slows down the pace regardless.

Jimin licks his lips, then slowly looks up at him.

“Mmh.. but we need to come at the same time.”

Jeongguk accidentally looks down at Jimin’s cock, blushes profusely at the idea of coming simultaneously.

“I need to feel your knot, and you need to feel mine.”

Something about Jimin’s voice dips lower, and Jeongguk’s breath hitches at the idea of feeling up Jimin’s cock— feeling his knot.

Heat accumulates in the pit of his stomach, and he just looks up at Jimin, who doesn’t even seem that close yet. It’s embarrassing to say the least, he always thought he was pretty good at holding out.

“Are you.. not close?”

He asks, hopes it doesn’t really show his own state.

Jimin smirks.

“Not yet.”

Jeongguk’s eyes flick down again, at how Jimin is just stroking himself at an easy pace, really feeling up his entire length, paying extra attention to the head, even touching his balls with his other hand, playing with himself.

“Isn’t— isn’t that cheating?” He breathes out, turns on his side and nods down at Jimin’s hands. “Doing it like that.”

“How’s this cheating?” Jimin chuckles softly, turns on his side as well. “You can do it too.”

Jeongguk pauses for a second, but then looks up at the spark in those dark brown eyes, and it just lights a fire within him.

So he looks down and copies Jimin’s movements, cups his balls with one hand, slowly strokes his cock with the other.

“Mine are bigger.”

He says, just because everything is a challenge between them. And he needs to win really bad.

“Mm, don’t think so.”

“They are.”

“They aren’t.”

Jimin shakes his head.

“Just look at them.” He pants, moves a little closer to show the difference. “Mine are bigger.”

“You’re blind.”

Jimin moves closer as well,and this time it’s a bit difficult to tell, Jeongguk will give him that.

“Your hands are small, they just look big.”

He argues.

Jimin huffs, let’s go of his balls then.

“Feel for yourself.”

Feel?

Jeongguk blinks, but feels his mouth water at the idea of touching Jimin, especially there, since it’s an act of dominance.

It doesn’t take much, he lets go of his own balls and cups Jimin’s in his hand. And— fuck, they’re kind of big, and soft, and.. it feels good.

He bites his lower lip, knows he shouldn’t do anything else but— he gently squeezes, rubs his palm softly against them.

“A-ah..”

Jimin moans— pitchy, and hot.

Jeongguk looks up slowly, sees how Jimin’s eyes are half-lidded in pleasure.

God, he’s sexy.

But then he feels Jimin’s hand cup his own balls, and he can’t breathe for a second or two.

It feels good, that soft, warm hand touching him there, examining his size.

“And?” He pants softly. “Mine are bigger, right?”

“Mmh..”

Jimin shakes his head, just gently massages his balls and— fuck, it feels so good that his dick twitches.

And it’s only then that it really registers that they’re just.. touching each other. He’s not even stroking his cock anymore he’s playing with Jimin’s balls in his hand, and enjoying the way Jimin tugs and squeezes his.

His cheeks burn up slightly, and he notes that Jimin doesn’t even seem to care at all who’s bigger, he’s just moving his hips slowly, grinding against his hand, as if he wanted this in the first place.

he’s been tricked into this.

And yet, he doesn’t want it to stop, loves how Jimin’s small hand works his balls, loves the heat that radiates off his body.

He looks down, finds Jimin not touching himself either, both their cocks are just hard and flushed, and— so fucking close to each other.

His mouth waters at the idea of.. just..

Fuck.

His heartbeat increases steadily as he moves just the slightest bit closer— acts like it’s a mere accident. Just a few inches— a bit closer, and then the tips would touch.

He moans breathily, looks at Jimin who has his eyes closed in bliss. So he sneaks a little closer, feels sweat break out on his skin.

Almost— fuck, almost.

He grinds a little harder into Jimin’s hand, thrusts his hips forward until finally— their dicks touch, an accidental little nudge, the tips kissing.

“Mmh— sorry.”

He pants, as if it’s not his own doing.

“Fuck—“

Jimin moans, but doesn’t move closer, he just keeps touching his balls.

Jeongguk had kind of hoped he wouldn’t be alone instigating this, but— fuck, he needs it. So he bites his lip and moves closer, lets go of Jimin’s balls and pulls him in by his hip so their dicks finally press together.

“Ngh— fuck.”

The feeling is fucking incredible— and it seems Jimin finally understands the plan because he looks down and gasps.

“F-fuck, oh fuck, yes.”

Jimin bucks his hips up, makes his cock slide against his, and Jeongguk’s eyes flutter shut.

He pulls Jimin as close as he can and just grinds their dicks together, gets lost in the feeling. So fucking hot, so wet, so perfect. He dips his head into Jimin’s neck and breathes in that wildfire, makes his body shudder, his mouth water.

And for some reason, Jimin bares his neck for him.

His eyes snap open, and a growl rumbles up from his chest as he looks at that unmarked, pretty neck. Can’t help himself when he leans in and drags his nose along Jimin’s scent gland.

Except, Jimin tugs on his hair sharply right after, bares his teeth at him.

“You— you haven’t won—“

“Mmh.”

Why does seeing Jimin pissed off turn him on even more? He feels heat accumulates in his gut and brings his hand down between their bodies, wraps it around both their lengths.

The way Jimin’s eyes lose focus when he strokes them at the same time is a sight to behold.

“Ah— fuck.”

“Gonna show you I’m bigger.” Jeongguk pants, “gonna fuck you raw until everyone can smell me on you, can smell I’ve been inside of you.”

“Oh please—“ Jimin laughs between moans, then looks at him with that intense, dangerous glint in those dark brown eyes. “We both know I’m going to fuck you, Jeon.”

That sentence runs down his spine, straight to his cock, and he feels his orgasm hit him right after.

“Nngh fuck— I’m coming.”

“Mm, that’s what I thought.”

Jimin pants, sounds 2 seconds away from coming as well.

Jeongguk moans as he looks down, and fuck, that sight must be the best thing he’s ever seen; slick, white streaks of cum dribble from the head of his cock right onto Jimin’s— and at the same time, Jimin desperately grinds against his cock, until he comes as well, it spurts over his stomach.

“A-ah fuck, so hot.”

Jeongguk pants, has half a mind to not taste it.

“Let me feel.” Jimin pants, hand already making its way around Jeongguk’s cock. “Your knot.”

Oh— right. That’s why they were doing this.

He wraps his hand around the base of Jimin’s cock as well, feels the swell of his knot and— fuck.. it’s big.

This should be the part where he’s scared shitless to lose, but the way Jimin rubs his fingers over his knot has him so turned on he can barely think.

Maybe that’s why he finds himself jerking Jimin off, feeling up his knot, squeezing it in his hand, completely brainless, dipping his fingers in their cum and bringing it up to breathe in that intense smell of wildfire and musk.

“Taste it.”

Jimin pants.

Fuck.

He sucks his fingers into his mouth, and then sort of flatlines— body temperature rising so much he thinks.. fuck—

Jimin breathes him in deeply, presses his nose against his neck.

“Mmh— fuck, is that pre-rut? Wanna knot and breed me that bad?”

“A-ah fuck— don’t say that.” He pants, but the thought is already in his head and— god. Breeding Jimin, knotting him, giving him pups— “fuck— ah.. fuck.”

“Mmh, too bad.” Jimin licks a hot stripe over his bite mark. “My knot’s bigger than yours.”

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