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“Mm.” Jimin nods, pulls on the hair at the nape of his neck a little harder, aligns his lips with his mouth. “I’m ordering you to.”

Hot breath fans against his lips— he steals a small peck before Jimin pulls him down by his hair.

“Kiss them.”

God— this is the best fucking day of his life.

He doesn’t even have to be pulled down at all, he just crawls down under the covers until he’s lying right between Jimin’s thighs, the heat that got trapped in only adds to his arousal.

And he doesn’t waste any time, grabs the back of one of Jimin’s thighs and pushes it up a little before he plants a kiss on the inside.

The first contact is warm, soft. He ghosts his lips over the skin, eyelashes fluttering shut as he breathes him in. That hint of orange blossoms clings to Jimin’s skin everywhere— it’s like he’s made of them.

He even tastes like it a little, wherever Jeongguk kisses him, on his calve, the inside of his knee, his inner thigh, it leaves a faint hint of orange blossoms on his tongue. He thought only girls could smell this good.

He thought only girls could be this soft between their legs, but the inside of Jimin’s thigh against his cheek feels like heaven, he rubs his face against it, licks over the muscle, bites him softly.

“You always been this obsessed with legs?” Jimin pants softly, “or is it just with mine?”

“Just yours— this much, I mean.” He lifts his head, looks at Jimin from under the blanket. “I like legs but I like yours an abnormal amount.”

Jimin tips his head down, chuckles softly, then puts the sole of his foot against his shoulder, pushes against him.

“Get on your knees for me.”

It might be embarrassing but he gets on his knees immediately; the covers fall down his back, Jimin is sprawled out on the air mattress underneath him, bleach blonde hair falling gracefully over the pillow, slanted eyes having that natural authority about them when they eye him over, nothing but that sheer shirt barely covering his body.

Something about the slight arch of Jimin’s back makes his mouth water, that foot still pushed against his shoulder, now sinking to his chest.

“God, you do have a nice chest Jeon..” Jimin folds his hands behind his head, uses his foot to trace a line around one of his pecs. “Had a hard time looking away each time you got changed.”

The confession lingers for a bit, but then Jeongguk gasps softly, remembers all the times he caught Jimin staring.

“Yeah?”

“Oh yeah, especially when I was with Tae, each time you walked by freshly showered in nothing but a fucking towel. Thought you did it on purpose.”

Heat slowly licks at his face, knows he shouldn’t feel pride swell in his chest but the knowledge that Jimin was just a tiny bit affected by him too just does things to him.

“I didn’t..” He breathes out, shudders when Jimin runs his toes over his nipple. “Didn’t know you looked at me like that.”

“I told you didn’t I? That I thought you were hot, pretty sure you told me I said that later on.”

“You did but— ngh— called me an asshole in the same sentence, so..”

“Oh.” Jimin grins up at him. “Sounds like me.”