Straight Until Proven Gay (kissing doesn’t count) • Chapter 23 • 7.3K (Patreon)

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“You.. want to top?”

He asks, not even sure if it registers in his own mind. Jimin is rubbing his soft, smooth thigh against his dick and he’s pretty sure only 10% of his brain is actually working. 

“Mm.” Jimin nods, nudges his nose with his own, caresses through the hair at the nape of his neck. “I want to make you feel good.”

Top..

That means— Jimin wants to.. fuck him.

He waits for the panic, the unease, but it doesn’t come. That uncomfortable feeling he used to get, it just isn’t there. However, it’s not like he’s entirely sure he’d be into it either, ever since the very start he’s always wanted to fuck Jimin. 

He blinks, thinks he must look a little dumb with his mouth open like this, eyes blank. 

Jimin chuckles though, whips his blonde hair out of his face, cheeks and nose rosy. 

“Am I rubbing against your cock too hard Jeon?”

“No—“ He breathes out, although, fuck, the slow drag of Jimin’s thigh against his dick is setting him on fire. “Yeah— actually.”

Jimin grins, moves his leg down. Although it helps his critical thinking skills he misses the sensation already.

“If you top me.. does that mean I can’t top you tonight?”

Honestly, he has no idea how gay sex works, now that he thinks about it. He’s looked at some porn but it doesn’t really show the basics.

Jimin’s eyes light up, it looks like endearment? Amusement?

“There’s no general rule against that, no.” He says. “If you want to top me too, you can.”

Oh.. good.

He nods slowly, his heartbeat picks up just at the idea. 

Jimin slides his leg back up slowly, and this time Jeongguk can’t help but look. It’s difficult to see under the covers but the golden light reflects just how Jimin’s thigh brushes against his balls, over his semi-hard cock.

“Fuck..” His body breaks out in sweat, mouth pools with saliva as he looks back up. “You— wanna top first?” 

Jimin’s eyebrow quirks up, like he hadn’t expected to be asked.

“Maybe.” His sharp eyes run down over his body, stop right at his crotch. “But first, I want you to rub your cock all over my thighs.”

Oh.

The air gets knocked out of his lungs, eyes wide as that slow smirk that pulls on Jimin’s lips.

Why did he have to fall for this guy? Of all people— why this guy? This can’t be good for his health.

Jimin hitches his leg up a little more, shamelessly rubs up against his dick with that smooth, soft thigh like something out of his wet dreams.

His eyelids sink as he hesitantly slides his hand down, curls it around the back of Jimin’s thigh, squeezes into it. It’s just as soft as the first time, just as firm. 

He sucks in a sharp breath, closes his eyes to focus on the feeling, slides his fingers along the muscle, moves his hips slowly, drags his cock over that smooth thigh.

“Fuck..” 

He breathes out shakily, rolls his hips again, cock twitching against the skin.

“Mmh, come on Jeon, don’t be shy.” Jimin whispers, his lips brush against his earlobe. “You must have had lewd fantasies about this before.”

Oh god, yeah.. so fucking many.

He bites the inside of his cheek, doesn’t know why it’s so embarrassing. Maybe because he’s trying to act normal, since they’re finally going to fuck, he thought he had to behave, but it seems Jimin has other plans entirely.

That thick thigh hitches up even more, presses against his balls a bit harder, makes him lose his breath.

“Ah— Jimin—“

“Don’t hold back, I waxed them just for you.”

A shiver runs down his spine, and then he breaks the act— no more pretending he’s normal about Jimin’s legs; he ruts against Jimin’s thigh, loses himself in the feeling, grows completely hard in mere seconds.

“Fuck—“ He pants, blinks his eyes open. “Can I really?”

“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 idea 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 caresses over his nipple with his toes. “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.”

Jimin’s foot sinks even lower, over his abs, caressing over his v-line. Jeongguk knows where it’s headed, doesn’t stop Jimin at all— even though it feels slightly humiliating, when that foot runs along the length of his cock it’s all pleasure.

Maybe it’s just the way Jimin does it so mindlessly, hands behind his head, eyes lazily following the lines of his body. 

“Remember that day you got hard under the shower?”

“Mm.”  He nods, wishes he didn’t remember really. “Why?”

Jimin breathes in, tilts his head, then just pushes against his cock with his foot, rubs against.

“I tried to keep my thoughts about you in check, you know, but after that it really went downhill.” 

“Ah— what— what do you mean?”

The sensation of Jimin rubbing against his cock like this doesn’t make it easy to talk. Every now and then his eyes trail off to look at how Jimin plays with his cock, runs along the side of his length with his foot, nudges his balls with the bridge. 

“I jerked off to the thought of you so many times, couldn’t stop thinking about your cock.”

Jimin looks into his eyes, sends another thrill down his spine.

“Oh—“ He can’t help but buck his hips slowly, working with the only friction he gets, against Jimin’s foot. Maybe it’s pathetic but just the sight of Jimin sprawled out for him has his body running hot. “You liked it that much?”

“Mmh, it’s so pretty.” Jimin says, voice a little breathier as he looks at it. “Big, and thick too..”

Fuck.

Jeongguk moans softly, brings his hand down to curl around Jimin’s ankle, ruts against his foot a little harder, loves praise like that, strokes his ego just right.

“Wanted to feel it inside.”Jimin admits, doesn’t even seem ashamed. “Kept hoping you would just snap and fuck me.”

Oh.

He gasps, finds Jimin’s eyes as he stops moving.

“You— wanted me to snap?”

He doesn’t know why, but a rush of something he can’t even name runs through his veins. And it seems Jimin notices because he smirks, leans up on his underarms.

“Whenever we argued I kept hoping you’d lose it— wanted you to push me against the wall and fuck me.”

That’s fucking insane.

Heat flares at his face and he shakes his head a few times.

“You were still with Tae.”

“I know.” Jimin sits up, curls his hand around the back of his neck and pulls him close. “Why do you think we broke up?”

Jeongguk blinks, eyes wide. Wants to say it’s because of the whole open relationship and Hoseok situation but the way Jimin looks at him now, those sharp, monolid eyes fixed on him, has him reconsidering everything. 

“What?”

That’s all that comes out of his mouth.

“It’s not just because of Hoseok.” Jimin says, gaze dropping to his lips. “It’s cause I wanted to fuck my boyfriend’s best friend, all the fucking time.”

What the fuck.

He doesn’t have a single rational thought, couldn’t come up with anything even if he tried because Jimin closes the distance. That hot mouth on his own, kissing him like he can’t function without his lips— he doesn’t think he noticed it before, just how desperate Jimin can get.

He can barely move his mouth, still in shock but Jimin doesn’t care, he just slots his plush lips between his own, licks over his lower lip, bites into it, tilts his head the other way.

“Mmh—“ 

He groans, cups the back of Jimin’s head and leans in, feels how hot the inside of Jimin’s mouth is, shudders when Jimin’s tongue slips into his mouth again. So addictive, the taste of Jimin’s saliva, the hint of orange blossoms each time he breathes in, the softness of his hair.

Jimin pulls away to breathe, erotic little blush on his nose, string of spit still attached.

“You think about me, too?”

It’s cute, how Jimin asks, as if he doesn’t know.

“All the time.” He pants. “You fucking haunted me.”

Jimin laughs, eyes turning to little crescent moons.

“Good.” He nods, then tugs on his hair. “Get down, want your mouth on my thighs again.”

“Say less.”

He’s back where he was within seconds, holding the back of Jimin’s thighs, kissing them, biting the skin softly.

“Mmh— lick over the—“

He doesn’t let Jimin finish his sentence, opens his mouth and licks over the inside, sucks a mark near his crotch, sees Jimin’s cock twitch from the corner of his eye.

“Ngh— yeah, fuck.” Jimin lies back down, threads his fingers through his hair, pulls him a little closer towards his dick. “Here too.”

He licks over Jimin’s semi-hard cock, kind of likes how it twitches right against his tongue. 

“Lower.”

Jimin commands.

Jeongguk blinks, feels his face get a little hot when he looks at Jimin’s balls. But just the sharp tug on his hair has him weak, can’t deny it, he loves when Jimin gets a little mean.

So he leans in closer, licks over Jimin’s balls, didn’t think it would feel so warm, so soft. He loves the raspy moan that fills the tent.

“Fuck— so good.”

Jimin pants, then pulls on his hair a little harder, forces him lower, draws his legs up higher.

Jeongguk doesn’t really know what’s happening, just kisses and licks Jimin’s taint until he finds that pretty, smooth rim right there.

He gasps, pulls back a little. It’s been so long since he even looked at a rim, but even then he could never keep his eyes off, so fucking curious to what it would feel like to just.. touch it.. 

And Jimin is shaven, clean, so pretty, looks so tight.

“Fuck—“ He can’t help it, reaches out and touches right around Jimin’s rim, feels how soft the skin is. “Pretty.”

“Yeah?” Jimin breathes out. “Want you to lick it.”

Oh—

He stops in his tracks, looks up at Jimin.

“Lick— you want me to lick your rim?”

“Mmh.” Jimin nods, leans up on his underarms, cheeks a little red. “Saw you eat pussy before Jeon, I know you’re good with your tongue.”

He doesn’t know why that sentence makes his dick twitch, maybe it’s the way Jimin looks at his mouth at the same time.

“But you don’t have a— you don’t have a clit— how do I make you feel good?”

“Mmh.” Jimin wraps one of his legs around his head and pulls him closer. “I’ll talk you through it.”

God..

Heat rushes to his face, just an inch away from that pretty rim. Truthfully he’s always wanted to do this— but Jae never let him, said it was too gay, or too gross. It’s a bit embarrassing how fucking eager he is, mouth pooling with saliva as he leans in closer.

But Jimin holds his hair tightly, and covers his rim with his other hand.

“Not yet.”

Jimin says; hint of mirth in his tone.

Jeongguk looks up under his lashes, sees that smirk pull on those pretty lips.

“Practice first.”  

Practice?

“On— on what?”

Jimin makes a fist with his hand, a tight hole right between his index and thumb.

Oh.

He looks at Jimin, sees that glint in his eyes, he gets a kick out of this, ordering him around. Even though he knew that already, it still gets to him sometimes.

He looks at Jimin’s hand then, doesn’t think it should be that hard, right? There’s one hole, this should be pretty easy.

However, when he leans in and dips the tip of his tongue into the hole, Jimin tuts, tugs on his hair.

“When you eat a girl out, do you go straight to the clit?”

“No..”

“No.” Jimin curls one of his fingers around a lock of his hair. “You take your time, make them crave it.”

Okay, so dipping his tongue in is kind of the pleasure spot. 

He leans back in, kisses Jimin’s hand, around the ring he makes with his fingers, takes it slow, makes sure to brush his lips over the hole, lets his breath fan against it as he moves to the other side.

“Mmh.. you know I don’t have a pussy, right?”

“Mhm.” 

He nods, though the thought turns him on. 

Jimin’s voice sounds a bit breathy with his next command.

“So, you have to make me wet..”

Oh.. fuck.

He doesn’t waste any time, spits on Jimin’s hand, looks up from under his lashes just to be sure he understood it right— and if Jimin’s soft blush is anything to go by, he thinks he’s doing something right.

His eyes flutter shut as he licks Jimin’s fingers, teases around the ring, listens to those sharp inhales of breath, the soft moans that slip from Jimin’s mouth— god, he sounds hot.

“F-fuck.. Jeongguk..” 

“Mm..”

He loves it when Jimin says his name, makes him shudder against the air mattress.

When he finally dips his tongue into the hole Jimin is making with his fingers, a high-pitched moan fills the tent. 

“Fuck— yes..” Jimin pants, fists his hand a little tighter into his hair. “So good for me Jeon.”

Ah..

Heat rushes through his body as he tries a little harder, sinks his tongue inside, but Jimin seems to have other plans— he takes away his hand, pushes Jeongguk’s face close to his rim with the leg he wrapped around his head.

“Fuck— I can’t wait— I need your mouth on me.”

Jeongguk’s chest heaves a bit as he looks at that perfect rim just an inch away from his mouth, and it takes his all to hold back. 

He holds the back of Jimin’s thighs, breathes out against it, looks up to see Jimin’s eyes flutter shut, puffy lips parting as another moan slips out— and fuck, he’s loud. 

“Yes— fuck— make me wet— spit on my rim.”

“Fuck.”

He curses under his breath, follows Jimin’s command and then looks at how his saliva trickles over that pretty hole, reflecting the golden light of the room, it looks so inviting— so wet, so easy to slip into.

“Ah— fuck, lick it up.”

God— Jimin is insane.

Heat flares up his face as he licks a stripe over Jimin’s rim, feels Jimin’s body shake underneath him. He squeezes into those pretty thighs, licks around the tight ring, that soft taste of orange blossoms on his tongue.

“Did you— fucking bathe in this scent?” He pants, planting open-mouthed kisses all around it. “You taste like orange blossoms.”

“Yeah— ah— bought a body wash— perfume— shampoo, everything. Want you to eat me out so bad.”

Jimin confesses, tugs on his hair a little harder.

Fuck— just the idea that Jimin waxed, cleaned, shaved, and drowned himself in this scent all for him. All for this. His cock twitches against the mattress.

He groans softly, licks a slow circle around Jimin’s rim, then spits on it again just to see that pretty sight again. Would look even prettier with his cum.

“Fuck— Jimin, I want to.. fuck you.”

It kind of just slips out, but the way Jimin moans and arches his back just at the mention has him spiralling. 

“Want to fuck you with my tongue— with my fingers—“

“Ahh fuck— Jeongguk.” Jimin writhes against the mattress, pushes him even closer with his leg, locks his head in place. “I— I need it— push your tongue inside.”

Fuck, finally.

He slides his hands from the back to the front of Jimin’s thighs, pulls him closer, then dips his tongue into that tight hole. 

It takes him an ungodly amount of self-control to not push it in right away, just to tease Jimin back a little bit, but it pays off. Because Jimin whimpers— cants his hips in a desperate attempt to get his tongue inside, and then—

“Please Jeongguk— fuck, please, please—“

Goosebumps run all over his neck and arms, a broken moan falls from his lips and then he pushes his tongue inside. Warm, wet, and so fucking tight. 

“Oh fuck— oh my god—“

Jimin moans, and Jeongguk isn’t sure if he isn’t waking up the entire camp. But that thought sort of turns him on too, so he doesn’t waste any time, squeezes Jimin’s thighs and slowly thrusts his tongue in.

“A—ah.”

high-pitched moans fill the tent as he tries to familiarise himself with the technique. Truthfully he doesn’t know how to do it— he’s just going based of eating pussy— thrusting his tongue deep inside and sliding it out again. 

It seems to do the trick because Jimin’s body is trembling— his legs shake under his fingers, and he’s gripping his hair so tight it kind of hurts— hurts good.

“Oh— oh my god— yes.” Jimin bucks his hips against his mouth, rides his tongue like he can’t live without it, forces him deeper with his leg against the back of his head. “Finally— finally have you inside of me.”

Jeongguk groans, his eyes roll back just realising how fucking bad Jimin has wanted him inside. He slips his tongue out and spits on Jimin’s rim again, kind of gets off on the sight, makes the mistake of looking up at Jimin’s face.

He looks wrecked. His bleach blonde hair is a mess, entire face is flushed, sweat shimmering on his nose and cheeks, eyes glazed over, half-lidded, those pink lips swollen, parted to let out soft pants. When he travels his eyes lower he can see Jimin’s cock lying hard agains his stomach, leaking precum on that sheer t-shirt.

He’s never wanted to fuck someone so bad in his life. 

“Can— can I top you first?” He pants, kisses Jimin’s rim once just to feel him shudder. “Please?”

Jimin can’t even seem to find his voice, opens and closes his mouth, then just nods.

“Did you bring lube?”

“Mmh.” 

Jimin nods, already leans over to rummage through his bag.

The sight of his pretty, lean body twisting like that makes his mouth water, so pulls Jimin closer by his thighs again, and licks over his rim just to hear him moan. 

It’s hot, to see Jimin struggle to even move— he decides to make it worse, slips his tongue back inside to render him completely useless.

“Aah— fuck— I can’t— I can’t find it if you— mmh—“

The corner of his mouth curls up a bit as he thrusts his tongue in deeper, feels how Jimin clenches around his tongue— and god, that must feel like heaven around his cock.

Jimin whimpers, tries to find the lube but he’s canting his hips, meeting his thrusts, unable to do anything but take it.

Jeongguk moans softly, slips his tongue out for a second.

“Can’t find it?”

He asks, just to see Jimin look at him with those dazed eyes.

This time, Jimin holds his hair tightly when he looks for the lube— doesn’t let him close to his rim. 

It’s only when Jimin gives him the bottle that he realises.

“You.. packed this beforehand?”

There’s a short silence, a glint in Jimin’s eyes.

“When I saw the tent arrangement.. I brought some stuff just in case.”

Oh..

Jeongguk doesn’t know why exactly that turns him on, maybe the fact that Jimin was thinking about this even before they got here.. 

He sits up on his knees then, squirts some lube on his fingers, doesn’t want to waste more time, but as soon as he brings his hand down Jimin grabs his wrist.

“You’ve only done this with girls, right?”

He blinks.

Jimin breathes out a soft laugh, leans his head back against his pillow. 

“I’ll teach you, come here.”

He follows Jimin’s instructions, hovers on top of him as he brings his hand down between his legs. Jimin guides him to it, holds his wrist gently, until his slick fingers touch that tight rim.

Jimin looks up at him, the most mesmerising eyes he’s ever seen.

“One, slowly.”

“Mmh.”

He nods, presses his middle finger against Jimin’s rim, rubs over it a few times just to see Jimin’s eyes lose focus. And then the muscle just gives, and his finger just slips in to the first knuckle without any strain.

“Oh— fuck.” He pants, looks down but can’t see it from this angle. “It’s so hot..”

“Mmh—“ Jimin moans, tangles his arms around his neck. “Slip it all the way in.”

He doesn’t have to be told twice, slips his finger inside completely, feels how warm and wet it is, bites back a moan.

“Fuck— so wet,” He pants, pulls his finger out a little before thrusting it back in. “Feels so good.”

“Don’t thrust.” Jimin pants against his lips. “Curl it— up.”

Oh. 

He tries, curls his finger a little so he presses against the inside. He knows girls have a g-spot somewhere there, so he searches for something similar— finds a spot that feels a little different and presses against it.

“A—ah, fuck, right there.” Jimin moans, tangles his hand in his hair at the back of his head and keeps him close. “massage it, rub little circles against it— fuck—“

There is nothing prettier than seeing Jimin get lost in pleasure— the pure bliss on his face when he rubs against that spot is addictive. His eyes slowly travel to those parted, full lips, and he can’t help but kiss them.

Every moan drowns into the kiss, just as warm and wet as where he’s fingering Jimin. It doesn’t even take long before Jimin moves his hips, silently begs for another finger.

“Fuck..”

He pushes his ring finger in alongside his middle finger, repeats the same motion, kind of misses the sensation of that hole clenching around his tongue. 

So he presses a few more kisses on Jimin’s lips and then crawls down between his legs, pushes one of his thighs up to watch his fingers being sucked inside.

“Mmh— fuck, you’re so tight.” 

His mouth waters as he approaches, doesn’t even give Jimin a heads up when he presses his tongue inside along his fingers. 

Which is worth it, because the guttural moan that fills the tent is so hot, makes his dick twitch as a reminder that he’s almost going to fuck Jimin. 

“Fuck— should have known you’d love rimming— with how much you like sucking dick.” Jimin breathes out, hooks one leg around his head again. “You just love having me in your mouth, don’t you?”

Oh, yes.

He shudders between Jimin’s legs, loves the sound of Jimin’s voice getting a little darker. 

“Don’t even care what part it is, you’re desperate to put your tongue to work.”

“Nngh.” 

He nods, thrusts his tongue in deeper, loves the subtle taste of lube, the heat around him.

“Cum, spit, lube, you fucking love all of it hm?”

“Mmh, fuck, yes.”

He pants when he slips his tongue out, fingers Jimin a little harder, no technique, thrusts his fingers in because he loves to see how deep they get sucked in, loves the wet sound it makes.

“A-ah fuck, so fucking eager, aren’t you?”

“Yeah.”

“Can’t take it slow— just fingering me open for you cock.”

his ears buzz at the words spilling from Jimin’s mouth, an electric shock running through his body at the mention. And then he desperately pushes another finger inside.

“Yes— wanna fuck you.”

“Fuck.” Jimin hisses. “So impatient—“

Yes, he’s so fucking impatient. It’s impossible to look at Jimin like this, hear him moan, hear the wet squelch of his fingers thrusting into his pretty hole, without wanting to fuck him absolutely senseless. 

His face burns as he spits on Jimin’s rim again, makes it even wetter, licks around his hole while he tries to find that spot inside again, curls his fingers until Jimin’s hole clenches around his digits tightly.

“A— ah fuck— fuck, Jeongguk I’m—“

He looks up from under his lashes, sees Jimin throw his head back against the pillow, his cock twitching a few times before come shoots out over his stomach.

“Aah— fuck.”

So loud— so hot.

Jeongguk stares in absolute awe at how Jimin rides his fingers, clenches around him, coming untouched. Slick, pearly streaks of cum paint his stomach and chest while his body quivers against the mattress.

“Fuck.. you’re so fucking pretty.”

He pants, slips his fingers out slowly, crawls back up so he can look at Jimin’s face, loves that lust-glazed, fucked out expression, those pretty, bleach blonde hairs sticking to his forehead.

He reaches out slowly, moves some strands out of Jimin’s face, sees how the roots are a little dark again.

“I like your hair.”

It’s out of his mouth before he can really think, not that it matters that much, but the way Jimin’s eyes light up makes him feel.. something.

“Yeah?” Jimin tilts his head to look at him, corner of his mouth curling up in a small smile. “You like blondes, right?”

Ah. 

Heat rushes up his to his face, and he doesn’t know how to act, just gives the smallest nod.

“Ever fucked a blonde before?”

Jimin asks, that glint even more playful now.

He shakes his head, but sure hopes that’s gonna change soon.

“No? How come? They’re your type but you’ve never been with one?”

Jimin has that smile still on his lips, clearly loves getting under his skin. 

And he loves it too, always has to react.

“They’re my type only recently, so.” He slowly climbs on top, nestles himself between Jimin’s legs. “Wanna be my first?”

There, that fire in Jimin’s eyes, he lives for it. Can’t even hide the grin that grows on his lips. 

It gets wiped off however, when Jimin sits up, curls an arm around his back, and flips him over in one swift motion. His back hits the air mattress, and with wide eyes he watches how Jimin swings his leg over his lap, hovers over him.

“I wanna be your last.”

Jimin says, leans in close and captures his lips in a soft kiss.

He moans, eyes fluttering shut. His hands find their way to Jimin’s hips, maybe he’s a little too eager when he grabs the base of his cock and aligns it with Jimin’s slicked up rim, who can blame him?

“Careful.” Jimin whispers, bites gently in his lower lip. “You’re gonna come in like two seconds.”

“I’m not a virgin.” 

He pants, even though he feels on edge already. His cock throbs in his hand, the head is wet with precum. 

When he blinks his eyes open, Jimin just stares at him with that infamous smirk.

“You are, though.” Jimin sinks a little lower. “You’ve never had a guy, never done anal. This is your first time.”

Maybe it’s the confidence Jimin exudes, but it does have him feeling a little green. 

“I can— I’ll hold out.” 

His voice wavers a bit, makes Jimin chuckle softly.

“You can squeeze my hand again, if I need to stop moving.”

Jimin offers him his hand, and even though he wants to show that he doesn’t need it, the moment the head of his cock kisses Jimin’s rim his hand flies to Jimin’s.

“Fuck..”

It’s so wet— so warm. He closes his eyes, tries to concentrate on his breathing instead, anything but the way Jimin slowly gyrates his hips, rubs his slick rim all over the head of his cock.

“A—ah, Jimin— fuck.”

“Mmh.. tell me when you’re ready.”

Jimin’s voice is smooth as silk, it wraps around him, feels so soft. That, and the way Jimin slides his fingers between his own— fuck, it makes his heart burn.

He opens his eyes, finds Jimin looking right at him, but this time his eyes are kinder, softer. 

Oh fuck.

He swallows those three words, but his face heats up anyway, pulse quickening by the second.

“I’m— I’m ready.” 

He gets a small smile, and then finally— Jimin sinks down on his cock. He can feel that heat slowly wrap around him, the head popping past the tight ring of muscle. But it’s the sight that really undoes him; Park Jimin on top of him, with those rosy cheeks, that bleach blonde hair, those pretty lips, those slanted eyes. 

“Mmh— fuck, Jimin.”

His eyes roll back at the feeling— the sight— the sound of Jimin’s breathy moans. It does feel like his first time. It’s not his first time having sex, but it’s the first time he’s really there, the first time he’s himself. 

“Fuck.. Jeongguk.”

Oh— just the way Jimin moans his name makes him shiver. He clenches his hand around Jimin’s hip, guides him down. But as soon as he sees his cock sink into that tight, pretty hole he gasps, throws his head back and squeezes Jimin’s hand.

“Fuck— fuck, Jimin— I’m—“

“Mmh.. close?”

“Yeah— fuck.”

“Told you.” Jimin laughs breathily. “Feels different hm?”

Jeongguk nods, has to concentrate not to come already, that would be such a waste. He’s been wanting to fuck Jimin for ages. 

“Feels so— tight, so hot—“ 

He pants, can’t really talk because Jimin caresses his hand with his thumb to soothe him, and that just makes his face burn up. 

One more sweet gesture and he’s gonna burst.

“God— you’re so thick.” Jimin breathes out, slowly sinks down until he’s completely bottomed out. “Fuck.. finally.”

Finally is the right word.

He can barely believe it’s happening, but for that heat around his cock and those pretty, monolid eyes staring into his own. 

“Jimin..”

He doesn’t really know why his name slips from his mouth like that, it sounds almost like a prayer.

When Jimin brings their intertwined hands up to his lips and kisses his fingers, he thinks his heart is beating so loud Jimin could practically hear it. 

I love you is on the tip of his tongue, but it’s too big a thing to say right now, and he’s sure the way he can’t stop looking into Jimin’s eyes like he’s some kind of god is sort of a giveaway.

“Can I move?” 

Jimin asks, voice soft.

“Mmh.” He nods. “Slowly.”

Surprisingly, Jimin actually listens. He slowly lifts himself a little, then sinks back down on his cock. 

It’s an out of body experience really— he’s just lying there on his back on this wonky air mattress, sweating as he tries to hold back, while Jimin slowly rides him.

He digs his fingers into Jimin’s hip, bites on his tongue to hold back.

“Mmh— fuck, remember when.. you told me you hadn’t been ridden in a year?”

“Mmh.” He nods. “At— at the bar.”

“Yeah—“ Jimin nods, gyrates his hips slowly. “I’ve been wanting to ride you since then.”

Jeongguk curses under his breath, even though he could have seen it coming. Every single confession Jimin has made this night has been insane. 

“I’ve been wanting to teach you what pleasure is supposed to feel like for so long.”

Jimin cants his hips, lifts himself up and sinks back down, rides his dick so effortlessly, and looks so beautiful while doing it. 

The sentence only registers now, and it takes his breath away. Because that’s exactly what he feels like Jimin has been evoking in him. Desire, lust, love— all of those intense feelings he never felt that deeply for any of his girlfriends, they’re so prominent when it comes to Jimin. 

“Mmh— fuck, I— I want to pick up the pace, can you take it?” 

Jimin squeezes his hand, gives him such a pretty look, he wouldn’t dare to decline. 

So he nods, watches Jimin slowly pick up the pace, that tight heat around him sucking him in so good. He bites the inside of his cheek as he bucks his hips up once, just to test it out.

“A-ah— fuck. Jeongguk— you can’t just—“

He cuts Jimin off by doing it again, thrusting into him, deep, slow. His entire body alights, and though he loves being ridden, he can’t bear to lie still anymore— he needs this. 

He sits up, curls his arm around Jimin’s lower back, and flips them over. 

“Jeongguk— oh—“ 

Jimin pants, looks a little disorientated for a second, but then he runs his eyes over their position. 

“Sorry.” He breathes out, hooks one of Jimin’s legs over his shoulder, slips his cock back inside slowly. “I want to fuck you like this.”

“Mmh.” Jimin smirks, tilts his head prettily. “Don’t like when I control the pace?”

“It’s not that.” He shakes his head, leans in as close as he can, just so he can kiss those soft lips once, twice. “I just like the feeling— this feeling.”

He nods down at where he thrusts into Jimin, almost groans at how fucking amazing it feels. It’s so hot, so wet, sounds so good when he pulls out and thrusts back in. 

“You can ride me next time.” 

He pants, might have run his mouth because Jimin’s eyes twinkle, and those arms wrap around his back to keep him close. 

“Next time, hm?”

Shit.

He opens his mouth, doesn’t have a good comeback, so he closes it again, bites on his lower lip.

Jimin just basks in victory, gives him that pretty grin, and god, he looks so good it should not even be possible. 

“Fuck—“ 

He picks up the pace, wants to be deeper inside— loves how Jimin’s heat envelops him, how they’re melting together, becoming one. 

That’s different too— usually with sex he focuses just on trying to come. Now, he’s just looking at Jimin’s face, craving to be closer, to make him feel good. 

He leans even closer, slots their lips together for another kiss, because if he’s mistaken and this isn’t going to happen again, he needs to get everything out of this night. 

Jimin’s mouth is just as hot, just as wet as where he’s sliding his cock into him, and for some reason that turns him on to no end. Maybe it’s because he never kisses like this during sex, the sheer intimacy of it makes him shudder.

“Fuck— want you to fuck me like you fucked that floatie.”

Jimin pants into his mouth— and even though it’s embarrassing, it makes him gasp and pick up the pace. 

“So fucking shameless, no regard for anyone watching or hearing.”

Jimin looks into his eyes with that fire— it sparks something inside of him, and before he knows it he’s holding the back of Jimin’s thighs, pushing them up, thrusting into him hard.

“Fuck— Jimin.”

Sweat breaks out on his skin, his balls slap against Jimin’s ass with every thrust— he knows he shouldn’t look, but he can’t help it, lowers his gaze to see his length sink into that pretty hole, Jimin’s rim stretching around his cock so fucking obscene— glistening with lube and spit and—

“Oh— oh my god.” 

He pants, feels that heat coil in the pit of his stomach, looks up at Jimin. 

Despite looking so fucking wrecked, Jimin smirks at him.

“Looks— ngh— looks good all wet, hm?”

“Yeah— fuck.” 

He nods, cheeks burning up as his eyes sink back to that pretty rim.

“Spit on it.” 

Oh— fuck.

Jimin’s voice has that dark tint to it that he fucking loves— he can’t deny him a thing.

He spits on Jimin’s rim, follows the motion of it trickling onto his length as he slides back inside, moans a little loudly. Then he looks back up, eager for another command— and Jimin revels in it.

“Fuck, Jeongguk, you’re so fucking hot when you get like this.”

“Mmh—“ 

He moans, can’t even talk properly at this point, the squelching sound of his cock thrusting inside makes him completely numb, and the way Jimin beckons him closer with his fingers is almost enough to send him over the edge.

He leans in close, doesn’t know why he does it, but he opens his mouth.

It’s the most embarrassing thing he’s ever done— if he was sane right now he would have told himself to stop. 

Jimin gasps, but then his eyes glaze over, and he grabs his chin, spits in his mouth without question.

“That what you wanted?”

“Ngh—“ 

He nods, swallows it down, savours the taste, leans in for more— for anything. He’s so fucking close. 

“Fuck— Jeongguk— you drive me insane.” Jimin pants. “Want you to come inside of me—“

Oh— oh fuck— 

he looks at Jimin, his jaw goes slack, his body shakes on the brink of his orgasm.

“And then eat me out.”

“A—ah fuck— oh fuck, Jimin—“

He gasps, thrusts into him erratically, and when Jimin pulls him close by the back of his head to kiss him— he comes.

“Nngh—“

Pleasure bursts inside of him, Jimin’s hole clenches around his cock while he comes— and it’s the best feeling he’s ever felt in his life. Those warm, soft lips on his own, that hand caressing through his hair, the warmth of Jimin’s body against his own.

oh, this is heaven.

He can barely kiss Jimin back, but he tries— licks into his mouth as he fucks him through his orgasm— finally, fills him up with cum, needs to fuck it deep inside.

“Mmh—“ 

Jimin moans into his mouth, keeps meeting his thrusts even as they slow down, clenches around his cock like he wants to milk every last drop of cum out of him.

He’s so dazed, but he doesn’t want to stop— doesn’t want it to be over, so he keeps desperately thrusting into Jimin even though he’s slowly getting soft.

“Mmh— fuck—again.” He pants, bites Jimin’s lower lip. “Wanna fuck you again.”

“Fuck, Jeongguk..” Jimin pants, breathless. “You have to wait your turn.”

His turn? oh god— right.

He lifts his head a bit to look at Jimin, sees how his cheeks glow prettily in the golden light, that beautiful blush on his nose, his lips pink and swollen, his eyes twinkling.

Fuck, Jimin is gonna top him.

He pushes the thought back a bit, still on his orgasm high, and just goes back in for a kiss. 

It’s different this time— the kiss. The way Jimin slots his lips between his, slow and tender— the hand caressing through his hair, soft, caring, even the slow ease in which Jimin’s tongue slips into his mouth makes his pulse quicken.

God fuck— god fuck he’s down bad— he’s in way too deep.

His eyes are wide open, while Jimin’s are closed so beautifully, every little eyelash visible from this up close. 

Fuck—

He closes his eyes tightly, but his heartbeat still increases in pace, gets even worse when Jimin curls an arm around his back and slowly manoeuvres them to lie on their sides.

His face glows— his hands are sweating, he doesn’t know what to do with them, settles for Jimin’s waist. 

The soft, raspy moan that falls from Jimin’s lips lights him on fire— he can barely reciprocate the kiss, has to break apart to breathe when Jimin starts curling his finger around a lock of his hair. 

“Mm?”

Jimin blinks a few times, looks so incredibly beautiful it’s unreal.

“Nothing—“ He breathes out. “You’re just good at kissing.”

A smile slowly spreads on those pretty lips, and before he knows it, they’re back on his own— even better than before.

Jimin slowly crawls on top of him in the midst of the kiss, and he only notices he’s being manhandled into position when Jimin has already hooked one of his legs over his shoulder. 

He breaks the kiss with a soft gasp, didn’t think he even was this flexible. Jimin looks at him with a soft, but hazy type of gaze— it’s so insanely hot he doesn’t know how to act.

“Still want to do this?”Jimin asks, brushes his lips over the inside of his knee, hot breath fanning against his skin, before he kisses it softly. “We don’t have to, if you don’t want to.”

Jesus—

Even if he wanted to stop, just the sight of Jimin on top of him like this makes his face heat up. The tender, soft kisses on the inside of his knee just a taste of how good it could feel.

“I— I want it.” He pants softly, swallows his nerves. “Please.”

Jimin looks up, crawls closer to kiss him again, way too slow, way too sweet—

He’s gonna end up confessing if this keeps going.

“I’ll make you feel so good, I promise.”

Jimin whispers against his lips.

Jeongguk believes every fucking word he says.

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