Straight Until Proven Gay (kissing doesn’t count) • Chapter 24 • 6.8K (Patreon)

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“I— I’m not sure if it’s clean though— I did shower just before bed but—“

“Don’t worry— brought condoms, tissues, and a towel too.” 

Jeongguk blinks, looks at Jimin grabbing the bottle of lube, feels nerves surge through his veins at the idea. 

“You prepared for everything, huh?”

He tries to tease but really he’s just trying to distract himself. Because when Jimin squirts lube in his hand it gets a little too real. Heat rushes up to his face as he watches those fingers glisten with lube.

“Mmh.” Jimin casts him one of those lust-glazed glances. “Kind of figured we’d end up fucking, being in the same tent for a week.”

“Mm..”  

Honestly, it’s not like the thought didn’t cross his mind, he just didn’t really prepare— didn’t think about it really, with girls he usually doesn’t have to bring anything.

Jimin leans in close then, nudges his nose to ask for a kiss.

It’s so cute, he doesn’t think he can handle Jimin like this at all. Nevertheless, he can’t deny him a single thing either— so he leans in and kisses him, already familiar with those soft, full lips.

It’s another one of those languid— soft kisses. Even though it’s supposed to be relaxing, it’s like a slow burn that spreads through his body. The intimacy— how Jimin moves his lips against his, licks over his lower lip, slips his tongue in his mouth, all so overwhelming. 

His hand naturally finds it’s way to the back of Jimin’s head, where he tangles his fingers into those soft, blonde locks.

So warm, so fucking good.

He’s lost in it, until he feels Jimin’s hand slide down his body, the warmth of his palm brushing over his stomach, down his hip to his thigh, and then slowly between his legs—

Oh..

He inhales sharply.

Jimin breaks the kiss, studies his face, then takes his hand, slides his fingers between his, and gently squeezes it.

Just like with the blowjob— and with Jimin riding him— he gets the message. He can squeeze Jimin’s hand whenever he needs a break, whenever it gets too much.

“Never fingered yourself, right?”

Jimin whispers, slides his hand further between his thighs, soft fingers brushing against the sensitive skin.

He bites back a soft moan, shakes his head.

“Never— never even thought about it.”

“Mm.. but you know about the prostate..”

The prostate? 

He blinks, knows what it is, but not really what it has to do with anything.

Jimin blinks too.

“The male g-spot? you found it in like a second when I told you to curl your finger earlier.”

Oh that.

“Is that the prostate?”

Jimin looks at him for a second, then just laughs softly.

“Yeah, I thought you knew— since you were so good at it.”

The compliment warms him up a little, he gives a small shrug.

“You gave me directions— I just followed them.”

“Mm, you’re really good at that.” 

Jimin grins, pecks his lips once more, slips his hand even closer, between his cheeks. 

Fuck..

He squeezes Jimin’s hand, feels a little bad for being so nervous, but Jimin doesn’t make fun of him, he just gives him that gentle smile, that soft gaze.

“It can be a bit of a weird feeling, at first. So, you’ll have to do something for me, before I slip my fingers in.”

Jimin says, caresses softly over his hand with his thumb.

Butterflies.

“Okay.”

He nods, doesn’t dare to caress Jimin’s hand too, even though he kind of wants to.

the thought gets pushed back when Jimin kisses the inside of his knee softly, then looks at him through strands of his bleach blonde hair, looks even hotter than before.

“Touch yourself for me.”

Oh—

Just the tone of Jimin’s voice sends a hot rush down his spine, cock twitching despite the fact he already came twice. 

He looks down at it, then back up at Jimin, heart in his throat. 

“You— want me to just..”

“Yeah, want you to get yourself hard.” 

Fuck, why does that make his cheeks burn up? He’s just put his tongue in Jimin’s ass without any shame but the way Jimin looks at him now, the intensity of his siren eyes, wanting him to get off—

He turns his head away, just to breathe, to break eye contact.

“Shouldn’t fingering— like— feel so good that I get hard, automatically?”

“Maybe.” Jimin whispers. “But I want to watch you touch yourself.”

Jeongguk’s breath hitches, and he squeezes Jimin’s hand just because he can barely handle being talked to like this.

He looks down at his soft cock, feels his ears burn.

“Come on, Jeon, I’ve seen you touch yourself before.” 

“When I was hard.” He looks up at Jimin. “It’s embarrassing when it’s soft like this.”

“Is it?” 

Jimin tilts his head, acts like he doesn’t know, but Jeongguk is damn sure that’s why Jimin likes it in the first place— loves watching him in this type of state.

“You’ll just have to close your eyes, imagine some dirty fantasies..” Jimin says, that pretty voice dipping just a little lower, a little more breathy. “And tell me all about them.”

Jeongguk can’t breathe for a solid second, face so hot already, before they’ve even started.

he’s absolutely not surviving the night with this demon.

“Close your eyes.” 

Jimin commands— voice almost hypnotic.

Jeongguk doesn’t know why he listens, takes one more second to burn the sight of Jimin looking at him so intensely on his retina, and then closes his eyes.

Something about not being able to see makes Jimin’s voice sound even more crisp when he speaks.

“Wrap your hand around yourself.”

He swallows, brings his hand down slowly to wrap around his soft cock— can’t believe Jimin likes watching this. 

“What do you usually think about, when you’re alone?” 

“I— usually watch..”

He trails off, a little embarrassed. Not that there’s anything wrong really, watching porn, but talking about it is a whole different thing.

“Mmh..” Jimin’s him vibrates against his ears just right, along with those soft kisses against the inside of his thigh.. god. “What do you like to watch?”

“I.. don’t know.” He lies, turns his head away even though he can’t even see Jimin. “Just porn.”

“You’re going to have to be a little more specific, love.”

The nickname sends a shiver down his spine. He bites his lower lip, plays with his soft cock in the hopes he’ll get hard faster and won’t have to touch on any of that, but Jimin just leans in close, encloses his teeth around his earlobe and bites gently.

“Should we play a guessing game? I’ll ask and you just nod if I’m right.”

Oh god— he doesn’t know if that’s worse. 

“You like frotting, right?”

Fuck..

“Mm.” 

He nods, knows he already kind of gave this away the first time in the tent, so it’s not that bad.

What’s bad is the way Jimin whispers right next to his ear;

“You’re straight but you like watching two dicks rub together?”

Oh— fuck.

Heat flares up his face, and even though he’s looking away with his eyes closed he wants to hide even more— yet at the same time his cock twitches in his hand, and a soft moan slips from his lips.

“Like watching the slow drag of their cocks against each other? the way precum leaks from the slit, makes it wet and sticky..”

“Mmh..”

The image is so clear in his head with how Jimin paints it— so fucking pretty. His dick twitches in his hand.

“Mm, look at you, slowly getting hard.” Jimin sounds pleased. “Bet you like it when one of them comes first— all over the other guy’s cock.”

“F-fuck.” He pants, glimpses of many of those videos he watched roaming around in his mind. “Yeah..”

“Mmh.. thought so. You like it when the other guy uses cum as lube? like the sight of it dribbling down the length?”

“Yeah fuck..” 

He nods, sweat breaking out on his skin.

Jimin’s lips brush over his jawline, he bites right under the curve.

“Love it wet and messy then, hm?— guess you love creampie videos too.”

“Yes.”

There’s a soft, dark laugh right next to his ear and he shudders underneath Jimin. 

“Fuck, Jeon, what else? Cum eating instructions?”

Oh—

Fuck. How does he know?

His breath hitches, and he stops touching himself for a second, whips his head towards Jimin, who just stares at him with that pretty smirk.

“I knew it.”

Jeongguk blinks a few times, pretty sure his face is red. There’s a reason why porn is watched alone, so no one can know what you’re up to, and what you’re into. Jimin doesn’t seem to care— seems to enjoy his shame, actually. 

“Always act like you don’t like it when I make you taste yourself.” Jimin says, eyes darting down to his mouth. “but you watch those videos, love to be told what to do, even if it’s eating your own cum.”

He doesn’t even have a comeback, just holds his breath as Jimin eyes him over like he wants to ruin him. And then those slicked-up fingers slide between his cheeks, find his rim.

“Oh—“

He gasps, squeezes Jimin’s hand more because he’s shocked than because he wants it to stop. It’s just so— intimate— to be touched there, a finger brushing right over his rim. 

“Too much?”

“No.” He shakes his head. “Just— never felt this before.”

“Mm..” Jimin smiles, it’s gentle, despite that insane look in his eyes. “Never watched fingering videos, then?”

“No— I mean.. yes, but— with girls.”

A subtle grin tugs on Jimin’s lips as he caresses his finger in little circles around his rim. It’s a sensation he doesn’t really know how to describe, sends tingles through his body.

“With girls..”Jimin repeats, quirks an eyebrow. “but still anal, hm?”

A soft, embarrassed sound slips past his lips. He looks away again. It’s like Jimin went through his search history, knows all of his little secrets.

“Why— how do you..”

“You know I once thought I was straight too, right?” 

That makes him whip his head back, eyes wide because— of course. He’s always just known Jimin as openly gay, never thought about how he found out, what his journey was like.

Jimin chuckles breathily, leans a little closer to peck his lips.

“Watched straight people do anal and ass play a suspicious amount of times before I finally found out.”

“Oh..” 

He nods slowly, feels a little less ashamed now that he knows he’s not the only one. 

Except, the way Jimin studies his face while he rubs his finger right over his rim makes him burn up, his breath catches in his throat.

“Keep touching yourself..” Jimin whispers, nudges his nose with his own. “Tell me what else you watch.”

It’s a bit harder to concentrate on getting off, even though he’s semi-hard, each time Jimin’s finger brushes over his rim he feels an electric shock course through his body. 

He tries though, closes his eyes again, works his hand slowly around his cock.

“You probably watch stuff with thighs, hm? Or legs in general..”

“Mm.” 

He nods, pictures some of the videos, even though none of them come close to how good Jimin’s legs feel, how pretty they are.

“Thigh fucking?”

“Yeah..”

He licks his lips, picks up the pace of his hand a little. 

“Mm.. like watching a big cock slip between two thick thighs?”

Fuck—

“Yes.” 

He nods, opens his eyes just a little to look at Jimin, sees that pretty smirk, that glint in his eyes.

“Bet you like thigh humping too.”

This time he bites his lip, doesn’t want to get into that. Thigh fucking is still relatively normal, but once humping gets in the picture..

However, Jimin reads his face way too easily, drags his finger so very slowly over his rim, makes him gasp.

“You like humping in general, hm? Just like how shamelessly you humped my leg.”

“That— that was— you ordered me to.” 

He pants, though his dick twitches at the memory. 

“Mmh, you like that too. Being ordered around, being told to fuck something, to hump something, to eat your own cum.”

Jimin whispers, puts a little bit of pressure on his rim.

“A—ah—“ He gasps, eyes wide. That slick fingertip pushing against his rim, not breaching it but— “fuck, Jimin..”

“Bet you’d hump a pillow for me if I asked you to..”

Oh god..

His dick twitches. 

Jimin’s eyes flicker down to it once, then he looks back up, knowing glint in his eyes.

“Haven’t even given you the order but you’re hard and ready, hm?”

“Mm—“ 

He looks away, doesn’t think it can get any more embarrassing, feels his ears buzz a little.

“Jeongguk..” 

Jimin’s voice sends a shiver down his spine, whispering in his ear like that.

“Yeah?”

Jimin’s finger brushes over his rim a little harder, on the brink of just slipping inside. 

“Can I?” 

His toes curl at the feeling, the desperation, the way Jimin presses soft kisses right under his jaw, as if to ease him into it.

“Yeah— yes.”

He nods, then squeezes Jimin’s hand just for comfort— just to channel his nerves because he’s a little afraid it will feel uncomfortable.

However, when Jimin’s finger pushes past his rim, it basically slides inside without any strain, so smooth— so wet. 

He gasps, feels Jimin’s eyes on him so he dares to look. 

And god, Jimin looks so incredibly hot on top of him. Those sharp, siren eyes a little glazed over, puffy lips parted, blonde hair falling messily over his forehead.

“Good?”

He nods, almost embarrassed to admit that it feels.. right. Maybe Jimin is just really good at it.

“Thought so..” Jimin’s eyes run down his body, linger where his hand is buried between his cheeks. “feels so good, so easy to slip inside..”

Fuck.

Jimin’s eyes burn a path over his body slowly, back up to his face.

“Sure you’ve never done this before?”

The question lingers for a bit, especially when Jimin slowly curls his finger inside— makes him lose his breath.

“No— never.” He pants, squeezes Jimin’s hand. “..feels weird.”

“Bad?”

“No, just— sort of..”

It’s indescribable, but not in a bad way. Jimin doesn’t move however, just waits for him to adjust, to give him the green light. It shouldn’t be hot— he doesn’t even know why it gets to him, maybe he just didn’t expect to be treated so gently. 

The contrast between the filth that leaves Jimin’s lips and the softness in which he touches him is giving him a whiplash.

“Keep touching yourself..” Jimin whispers, leans a little closer, presses a kiss on his lips. “I won’t move until I know you can take it.”

Oh..

Heat rushes up to his cheeks. He looks down between their bodies, moves his hand slowly around his cock. 

It’s so different now, though— the feeling of a finger inside of him while he jerks off somehow is even better. He bites his lower lip to hold back a moan, can’t get over how.. full it feels, how hot it feels to be filled up while he touches himself.

It doesn’t even take a minute before sweat breaks out on his skin, that obscene, wet sound of his hand working his cock fills the tent— but more than that he can’t stop focusing on Jimin’s finger inside of him— clenches around it just to feel it, wonders what it feels like if it would thrust inside.

“That’s it, you’re doing so well..” Jimin whispers. “clenching around me like that.”

Oh— fuck.

He swallows a moan, doesn’t want to admit how fucking good it feels, but his hips betray him; he cants them just a bit, so eager to feel it move, to have a little more.

When he looks at Jimin, and finds those terrible, knowing eyes and that small smirk, he wants to sink right through the mattress.

A gentle bite in the inside of his knee, and then Jimin moves his finger slowly, gives him what he wants.

He gasps— squeezes Jimin’s hand when the digit curls, rubbing softly along the inside. It feels so good he picks up the pace of his hand, rubs his thumb over the head of his cock to match that sensation.

A low chuckle fills the tent.

“That’s it.. feels so good, hm?”

“Fuck—“ 

He feels his cheeks burn, but nods regardless, because it does, it feels different. It’s wet and hot and smooth, sensitive wherever Jimin touches, makes arousal spin around in his stomach, absolutely dizzying.

And it’s just one finger.

“You’re taking it so well— slips in so easy..” Jimin says, following the motion of his finger slowly thrusting inside. “Want you to take my cock just like this..”

He almost chokes on his inhale, lets go of Jimin’s hand to cover his face with his arm.

“Mm?”

Jimin has the audacity to sound confused as if he didn’t just say that.

He shakes his head a bit, couldn’t even talk if he wanted to— because the next time Jimin curls his finger knocks all the air out of his lungs.

His muscles clench, body goes taut for a second— a hot, tingling sensation swirls in the pit of his stomach, a pressure so good it makes his cock twitch, his toes curl. 

“A— ah fuck— what the fuck—“ 

He removes his arm, eyes wide open, Jimin looks at him with a small grin, his eyebrow quirks up once.

“Good?”

It’s not even a question, his tone indicates I know it feels good which is as embarrassing as it is hot. 

He doesn’t get the chance to reply, a broken moan falls from his lips when Jimin rubs over that spot, slow and menacing. White lightning strikes through his body, leaves him twitching with the aftershocks.

“Oh fuck.” He pants, searches for something to hold onto, curls his hand around the back of Jimin’s neck, pulls him closer. “Don’t stop—“

“Mmh, I got you.”

Jimin nudges his nose, closes the distance. His lips are so soft, the way he moves his finger so slick, so smooth, giving him pleasure as if it’s his second nature.

Jeongguk groans, threads his fingers in those bleach blonde hairs at the nape of Jimin’s neck, cants his hips up a little to chase that pleasure, needs to feel that hot tingling sensation non-stop.

“Fuck, Jeongguk..” 

Jimin pants when he breaks the kiss, looks at him with a little twinkle in his eyes, doesn’t ask anything but for the gentle brush of a second finger against his rim.

“Yeah.” He nods. “Just— careful— ah.”

The second finger slides in much like the first, but this time Jeongguk can feel the stretch, that full feeling increasing even more. He clenches around the digits, holds the back of Jimin’s neck tightly.

“Mmh, listen..” 

Jimin whispers, eyes glazed over with lust.

Jeongguk holds his breath and listens— a lewd, wet squelching sound fills the tent, each time Jimin moves his fingers inside of him, thrusts in deep, curls it against his prostate.

“A—ah fuck—“

“So wet for me..”

Jimin says it as if he has a pussy— as if he’s getting wet. 

He bites back a moan, shame runs through his veins.

“That’s— that’s just lube—“

“Mmh.” Jimin’s eyes flicker down to his rim. “You sure?”

Jesus.

“Yeah— ah— nghh.”

Dizzying heat swirls in the pit of his stomach— Jimin’s fingers rub over that spot a little harder, leaves him breathless.

“Slicking all over my fingers..” Jimin rasps. “your body is begging for more already.”

“F—fuck, not yet—“

“No?” 

Jimin draws a little circle against his prostate— makes the head of his cock tingle, precum leaks from the slit, dribbles onto his stomach.

“Oh my god— fuck.” 

He tips his head back against the pillow, cants his hips, clenches around Jimin’s fingers to chase that feeling. 

“See, even your cock is leaking..” 

Jimin whispers, slowly slips his fingers out. 

Jeongguk almost whimpers at the loss, looks down at Jimin’s hand, wide-eyed when he sees those shimmering fingers near the drops of precum on his stomach.

He tilts his head up quick, doesn’t want to see him do it, but he’s met by Jimin’s dark, intense gaze and shudders.

He braces himself when Jimin dips his fingers in the precum, and slicks up the digits even more, before they slip down between his cheeks again.

Three fingers now press against his rim, and all he gets is that quirk of Jimin’s brow, the silent question: can you take it?

He burns up even more, but nods, shifts a bit so Jimin has better access, one leg still curled over Jimin’s shoulder. 

Jimin kisses the inside of his knee, soft and sweet, then gently pushes his fingers past his rim.

“Oh fuck..” He moans, fists his hand in Jimin’s hair. “Easy—“

“Mmh..” Jimin moans softly, presses a kiss on his lips. “I’m trying, but you’re practically sucking my fingers inside.”

He doesn’t want to admit it’s true, but he feels it, his body welcomes Jimin’s fingers so easily despite the stretch— like it’s been waiting for this type of pleasure for a long time.

“Feel that? You’re made for this..” Jimin whispers, breath fanning against his lips, eyes a little hazy. “..made for my cock.”

“Ngh— fuck—“ heat rushes up to his face, another shiver runs down his spine. “yes—“

“Even better with your precum, hm? I know you like it sticky.”

Jimin rasps, relentless with his words, in contrast to the slow, tantalising caress of his fingers inside

“Ah fuck.” He turns his head away, doesn’t know how to deal with the talking. “Jimin.”

“Mm..” Jimin’s lips brush against his earlobe. “Am I too much?”

“No.” 

He shakes his head, because even though he doesn’t know how to function, he doesn’t want it to stop either— maybe that’s the embarrassing part, he craves Jimin’s comments as much as they make him burn.

“No? Like it when I talk to you like that?”

“Yeah.” He breathes out, eyes fluttering shut when Jimin thrusts particularly hard against his prostate. “Fuck—“

“Fuck, love when you get like this.. you’ll take anything I give you, hm?”

“Mmh—“ 

he nods, that heat building up in his gut, a pleasure that is so fucking good but not enough, he needs to keep chasing it to feel it tingling, needs it harder, needs it deeper, needs to be even more full.

“Look at you.. fucking yourself on my fingers.” Jimin pants. “Didn’t you tell me to go easy?”

Fuck..

He wants to hide but even while looking away he can tell Jimin is staring him down, can feel the weight of those eyes on him. And his body is a traitor anyway— because he keeps canting his hips, searching for that pleasure that Jimin is barely giving him.

“Jimin— fuck.. please..”

He doesn’t finish the sentence, but Jimin seems to understand wordlessly, corner of his mouth curling in that mean way.

“Harder?”

“Yeah—“

“Mmh.. that’s it.” Jimin thrusts his fingers in deeper, picks up the pace just right. “Let me ruin you slow before I ever fuck you, yeah?”

The last sentence lingers like a promise, makes Jeongguk gasp. It’s inevitable how his hand curls around his cock just to relieve some tension.

“Ah-ah” Jimin bats his hand away, shakes his head. “Just my fingers, until you can’t take it anymore.”

The sweet look he gets is in such contrast with those words, he can’t even come up with a comeback, just a broken moan and an obedient nod.

“Good..” Jimin leans in close, aligns their lips again. “Keep chasing my fingers, want to see you fall apart.”

“A—ah fuck—“ 

Sweat breaks out on his skin as he tries to make Jimin’s fingers hit the spot, bucking his hips, riding those fingers a little clumsy, a little sloppy. The heat in the tent is dizzying enough, but the way Jimin’s breath fans against his lips makes it even worse.

“Mmh— so pretty, fucking into nothing..”

“Fuck—“ He pants, toes curling. “It’s— I need more—“

“Mm, yeah?” Jimin rasps, lips brushing against his own. “What do you need?”

God— he can’t say it. 

But he feels it, he needs it, Jimin’s fingers are so good but not enough— when he opens his eyes and sees Jimin look right at him, an electric shock runs through his body.

“I want it—“ He pants, all heat flaring up his face. “I want you.”

Jimin’s eyes glint, and he stops in his tracks.

“You mean—“

“Yes.”

For a second he thinks Jimin wants him to beg, but then the blonde just nods quickly with a breathy “okay”, leans back to sit on his knees and slips his fingers out.

Fuck— this is happening.

Jeongguk pants, heart practically slamming against his ribs. Jimin quickly rummages through his bag, grabs a condom and opens the package with his teeth.

Never did he think it would look so hot to see a guy do that. Maybe it’s the hazy look in Jimin’s eyes, or the way he rushes to put it on. 

Reality really hits when his eyes travel down to look— Jimin’s cock, flushed and hard, standing up straight against his stomach— so fucking pretty. 

He leans up on his underarms just to get a better look, those thick thighs flexing, that sheer shirt covering barely anything really, it’s ridden up, clinging around Jimin’s small waist. That pretty ribcage tattoo, the silver buds in one of his nipples catching the light—

He swallows, travels his eyes up even more, that elegant neck, sharp jawline, puffy lips, flushed nose and cheeks and— fuck, those dark brown eyes, slanted, glazed-over, intense.

Jimin doesn’t even say anything, he grabs the collar of his shirt at the back and takes his shirt off effortlessly, throws it aside, then moves closer, crawls on top of him.

“Still sure?”

Jimin asks, uncharacteristically sweet. His face is only an inch away, eyes so gentle it makes Jeongguk melt.

“Yeah—“ He nods quickly. “You?”

A soft laugh fills the tent.

“Yeah, very.” 

The short silence that follows makes Jeongguk’s throat feel a little tight. Because, fuck, it’s really intimate, Jimin on top of him like this. 

For some reason he pegged Jimin more of a— doggystyle guy. Which, don’t get him wrong, he’s glad he’s not on all fours, but at the same time, this position is.. 

“Mm..” Jimin slides one of his hands down, palm hot, curls it around the back of his thigh and hitches it up a bit. “Wrap your legs around my hips.”

Oh— fuck.

He takes a deep breath, then curls both of his legs around Jimin, feels the heat of his body. When he looks up, that playful glint is back, that small little smile on those full lips.

“Arms around me, too.”

Now he’s just doing it on purpose.

Heat rushes up to his cheeks as he slowly wraps his arms around Jimin’s back, lies his palms flat against his body, feels Jimin’s heartbeat— it’s going kind of fast. Just the slightest hint that he’s nervous too, at least a little bit.

“Mm.. good.” Jimin nods, leans in a little closer, until their noses touch. “I’ll go slow.”

Jeongguk blinks, then feels it— the head of Jimin’s cock pressing against his rim, warm and soft. He doesn’t really know why his mouth waters, but he gathers it’s a good thing.

However, he didn’t think slow meant this; Jimin just rubs slow, menacing circles against his rim— coats the head of his cock in the slick left there. The hint of pressure makes him gasp, eyes fluttering shut.

“Mm.. open your eyes, want to look at you when I push inside.”

Jimin whispers; always so explicit.

He blinks his eyes open a little, looks in Jimin’s eyes. The pressure on his rim increases, the stretch of it so good— so intense that his breath hitches.

“God— so tight..” Jimin pants, bites his lower lip as if he’s holding back. “Still good?”

“Mmh.” He nods, tries to even his breathing, to relax, but, Jimin’s cock is quite thick, barely breaching past him— “fuck.”

It’s even worse with how intensely Jimin looks into his eyes, like he wants to see every little expression he makes, wants to read his thoughts. 

“You look pretty..” 

Jimin whispers, way too real, way too soft.

He can’t hold it, turns his head away, but Jimin grabs his chin and turns it right back.

There’s nowhere to hide, he feels like an exposed nerve when Jimin’s cock pushes past his rim.

“Mmh— fuck.” Jimin’s eyes shake a little, Jeongguk can see it way too well from so up close. “Finally..”

It’s intense but so fucking good, the feeling of Jimin sliding inside, filling him up inch by inch. He fights to keep his eyes open, because Jimin is holding his gaze, cheeks pink, lips parted.

“F-fuck, Jeongguk..”

“Mmh..”

“You’re taking me so well..” Jimin pants, nudges his nose, kisses his lips once. “so easy to slip inside you.”

Fuck.

He burns up, doesn’t really know if that’s a compliment, but Jimin seems to love it, the way he can barely keep his eyes open. Not that he isn’t in the exact same state; he can barely hold back the soft moans that slip from

his mouth when Jimin pushes in deeper, fills him up all the way.

“how does it feel?” Jimin asks, breath fanning against his lips. “does it hurt?”

“No..” He shakes his head, chest a little warm with how careful Jimin is being. “Feels good.”

He leans in for a kiss, who can blame him, Jimin’s lips are just an inch away. 

But maybe he shouldn’t have done it, because the slow, sensual way Jimin’s lips slot between his, along with how he’s practically caging Jimin’s body against his own, while Jimin is buried inside of him— it’s way too much.

It’s too hot, too warm, too close, but Jimin doesn’t stop; he cups his jaw in his hand and licks over his lower lip, brushes his thumb over his cheek as if they’re lovers. 

that, along with the first, experimental roll of Jimin’s hips have him gasping for air.

“Fuck—“

“Mmh.. sorry, too soon?” Jimin looks from one eye to the other. “Too much?”

He shakes his head, then nods, shakes his head again because fuck— it’s too much, it’s not enough, it’s so good.

Jimin reads him like an open book, that twinkle returns to his eyes.

“Oh.. good, hm?”

He bites his lower lip, wants to reply but Jimin just rolls his hips again, so smooth— so controlled.

“A—ah fuck—“

“Mmh, that’s it Jeon..” Jimin whispers, erotic blush on his cheeks. “give into it.”

That’s really all it takes, the words set him on fire, and he just relaxes his body, welcomes Jimin in.

“Oh fuck yes.” Jimin moans, pulls out a little and thrusts back in, nice and deep. “Fuck— just like that.”

“Fuck—“ 

He pants, travels his eyes over Jimin, sees how insanely good he is at rolling his hips— a reminder that he’s a dancer, perfectly in control of his moves.

It’s insane, he tears his eyes away but he can still feel it, the slow pace Jimin builds, every thrust sends tingles through his body.

“Mmh— you look so good on my cock..” Jimin moans softly, eyes him over like he wants to eat him alive. “knew you’d wrap around me like this— so tight, so wet.”

Oh god.

“Sorry— I need to— just—“ 

Jimin gives him a quick kiss, then slips out, sits back up on his knees, curls his hands around the back of his thighs and pushes them up.

“Oh—“

He braces himself, but when Jimin pushes his cock back inside it feels even more intense, even deeper, a loud moan slips from his lips.

“Fuck— Jimin.”

“God— yes.” Jimin pants, squeezes his thighs as he snaps his hips forward a little harder. “you can take it, hm?”

“Yeah.” 

He nods quickly, cheeks burning hot with the sight of Jimin looking down at him like this, his lean body on display, chest flushed while he fucks him.

It’s embarrassing— he doesn’t even notice he’s doing it until Jimin’s eyes flicker down once, and that smirk pulls on his lips.

“Touching yourself to the sight of me?”

Fuck—

He looks down, quickly moves his hand from his cock.

“It’s okay.” Jimin whispers, picks up the pace even more. “Just admit you like watching me fuck you.”

Each snap of Jimin’s hips against his own makes his body rock— his toes curl. The sound of skin slapping against skin, and that wet squelch each time Jimin thrusts inside is enough to make his eyes roll back.

But it’s the intense gaze, and that light voice of silk that really do it—

“You do, hm? Straight but you like this—“ 

Jimin nods down at where he slips his cock out, then pushes back in deliberately slow.

“A-ah fuck— Jimin—“ 

“Feel it?” Jimin pants, lays one of his hands on his lower stomach, warm palm against his skin, putting a little pressure on it. “every inch of me deep inside of you.”

“Nngh— fuck.” 

He can’t take it, his eyes almost tear up a bit when he looks at Jimin, breathless— on the verge of just— 

Jimin’s eyes widen just a bit, and then within a second he lets go of his thighs and crawls back on top, hint of concern in his voice.

“You okay?”

Oh fuck—

His face warms up at the close proximity— the instant switch up, he has to look away.

“Yeah— yes—“

“Yeah? You look like you’re gonna cry.”

“No.”

He shakes his head, but Jimin gently cups his jaw and tilts his head back, looks from one eye to the other.

So fucking sweet. Why isn’t this asshole just his regular self? How is he supposed to deal with this?

A moan slips from his lips— without Jimin even moving, solely because he just feels so good, so close, so warm. 

He wraps his arms around Jimin’s neck, pulls him close and kisses him.

“Mm—“

Jimin moans, a little surprised, but then he gives in, kisses him back slow, hot. 

Jeongguk sighs into it, wraps a leg around Jimin’s hip and gently coaxes him to move.

“Fuck..” 

Jimin breathes out, reattaches their lips and gives him everything he wants. 

The slow drag of Jimin’s cock inside of him, the warmth of his body so close, the way he plays with his tongue, licks into his mouth— his heart is beating out of his chest.

This is what it feels like— making love— this is what it’s supposed to feel like, he finally knows— can finally relate to all those stories he’s heard about it. 

He tangles his hand in those blonde locks, sucks on Jimin’s lower lip, cants his hips up slowly to meet his thrusts.

And for a while it’s just this— just this amazing feeling, the tent filling with soft pants and moans and the subtle creaking of the air mattress. 

The light reflects on Jimin’s body— sweat shimmering in his skin, hair colouring golden, eyes a warm shade of brown for the very first time.

“Jimin—“ He pants, looks at him through half-lidded eyes. “I— I love—“

Shit.

Jimin’s eyes widen a bit, and he stops in his tracks.

Fuck— oh fuck he just— he almost just said that.

His heart slams against his ribs— throat suddenly tight. 

Jimin’s brain seems to short-circuit, because he opens and closes his mouth a few times, and then he just leans down and crashes their lips together.

Jeongguk gasps— eyes fluttering shut when he feels the desperation behind it, the need in the way Jimin moves his lips, slides his tongue inside, and the way he picks up the pace, thrusting into him harder, deeper—

“Ngh— fuck— Jimin—“

“Jeongguk..”

His name sounds like a fucking prayer from Jimin’s lips.

“Yes?”

“Say it.”

Oh.

Oh fuck 

“I love you.”

It takes a second— complete static in his ears

His entire world comes crashing down.

Jimin shudders on top of him— his eyes roll back at the confession, a drawn—out moan spills from his lips, and then his body just— gives in.

Jeongguk can’t even brace himself for the way Jimin takes him— within a second his lips are covered and hips snap against his— erratic, uncontrolled like he’s chasing something he can’t name. 

The words hang between them— Jeongguk feels them everywhere, pulsing through every nerve.

The sheer desperation in Jimin’s every move feels like reciprocation— the way Jimin grabs his hair and breaks the kiss to look at him— eyes wild.

“A—again.” He pants, thrusts in deep, hard. “Please.”

Jesus.

His cheeks burn up, his dick twitches— on the verge.

“I love you.”

Jimin looks at his mouth when he says it— as if he can barely believe it’s real.

“Ngh— fuck, Jeongguk— I’m gonna—“

Jimin’s entire body shudders when he comes, and he leans his forehead against his— the gesture so intimate, so warm—

Jeongguk gasps, and within a second his orgasm hits as well, striking through him like thunder, white flashing before his eyes.

“F—fuck— oh fuck—“

He clenches around Jimin— pulls him closer by his neck, by his hip, needs to be completely covered by him— by his warmth, by the scent of waterlilies and orange blossoms.

“Mmh— fuck— let me kiss you.”

Jimin pants, closes the distance even though Jeongguk can’t even move his mouth— he’s coming on Jimin’s cock— without even touching himself, cum shooting over his stomach.

Everything melts together— he can’t even tell left from right. It’s all Jimin’s mouth on him— Jimin inside of him, on top of him, all around him. 

He loses himself in it— tastes Jimin on his tongue, feels his soft hair between his fingers, the warmth radiating off his body, that sweet scent.

Jimin slowly moves them on their sides— slips out of him in the midst of that kiss, but pulls him close, hitches his leg over his hip.

It’s only when Jeongguk notices the light outside when he breaks the kiss, completely dazed.

It’s sunlight.

It’s morning already.

What the fuck..

He blinks once, twice, then looks at Jimin, who’s only looking at him.

His face is just an inch away, cheeks and nose flushed, blonde hair a mess, lips utterly ruined— and there’s something gentle shining in his slanted eyes.

Oh.. fuck.

He just confessed.

Twice.

To this guy.

He hasn’t even told him he’s out of the closet— Jimin still thinks he’s straight while he just said all of that— while they— while they had sex.

Ah— he shouldn’t have blurted it out like that— he shouldn’t have—

Jimin stops his train of thought by pulling him even closer, pressing their bodies together, lifting his blanket and covering the both of them with it.

He doesn’t say anything but the action heavily implies that.. he wants him to stay.

To stay in bed together..

A warmth spreads through his body, wraps around him just like the blanket. He dares to pull Jimin closer by his waist, intertwine their legs.

A small smile pulls on Jimin’s lips then, as he lifts his hand and threads his fingers through his hair, brushes them out of his face.

goosebumps appear on his neck and arms as Jimin’s fingers gently slide over his scalp, playing with locks of his hair, caressing right behind his ear— it makes him purr a little— makes him move closer.

He’s not entirely sure what this is— but he needs it, badly. 

Jimin gives it willingly, holds him close and brushes through his hair, presses a soft kiss on his cheek.

“Feel good?”

Heat rushes to his face, he doesn’t think his cheek has been kissed like that since high school— and it’s sort of embarrassing how it sets his heart on fire. 

“Yeah— good— you?”

Fuck, caveman sounds are back.

Jimin chuckles softly, but nods.

“Really good.” 

Good.

That’s good, lovely.

Fuck, why can’t he stop his heart from going 16926272 miles an hour?

There a part of him that kind of hopes he imagined saying I love you, because god, the way Jimin looks at him is nervewracking— now that he knows.

And it’s not like he expects Jimin to say it back— really, he didn’t even think Jimin would, but the way Jimin isn’t addressing it just makes his ears burn.

Maybe because usually— with any type of confession, Jimin gives him that infamous smirk, gives him that “oh, you like me, huh?” attitude, but there’s none of that now.

It’s just the gentle caress of Jimin’s hand, the soft breath that fans against his lips, the nudge of his nose against his own, and the sweet, soft kisses that follow.

And though he’s supposed to sneak back to his own tent.. he doesn’t think he could ever leave the bed when he’s got Jimin in his arms— kissing him senseless.

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