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“Let’s lie down.” 

He proposes, pats on the bed. 

Jimin gives him that same suspicious look, but he lies down anyway, folds his hands together on his chest like he’s in a coffin.

Jeongguk hides his chuckle with a cough, and lies down next to him, hands behind his head.

“What’s the prettiest thing about her?”

He asks, just for starters.

Jimin hums softly.

“She’s smart.”

Jeongguk blinks, turns to look at Jimin, gives him a nudge.

Jimin looks at him as well, blonde hair falling over his forehead, that cute stunned look in his eyes.

“What?”

“Physically.”

“Oh— sorry, right.” Jimin turns his head back quickly, as if he can’t look him in the eyes longer than a second. “I.. guess her hair?”

Jeongguk rolls his eyes. This is gonna take ages. 

“You want to kiss her, right?”

“Well.. I mean, yes, if she wants to—“

“Ever looked at her lips?”

Jimin is silent for a bit, shifts like he feels embarrassed for even thinking about it.

“Yeah.. I.. yes.”

“Do they look soft?”

He asks, lowers his tone a bit just to get Jimin a little more in the mood. 

“They.. she— wears lip balm, or gloss, so they look sort of.. shiny.”

“Mm..” he nods slowly. “What do you think it tastes like?”

It takes a little longer for Jimin to reply, but then his eyes flutter shut, as if he’s immersing himself in the fantasy.

“Cherries.. maybe..”

Good, this is getting somewhere. 

“Do you like the taste of cherries?”

“Yeah..” 

Jimin nods, a subtle blush dusting over his cheeks.

It’s adorable. 

“You don’t want to only peck her lips, though, right?”

“No..” 

See, he can act innocent all he wants, but in the end he’s a guy after all. Jeongguk smirks a little, leans up on his underarm to look at Jimin’s face a bit closer. 

“What else do you want?” 

He asks, almost whispers, to give Jimin that sense of secrecy. 

It seems to work because Jimin takes a deep breath, cheeks turning a darker shade of pink.

“I.. want to make out.”

Oh..

It shouldn’t send a shiver down his spine, it’s not even about him, but the sight of Jimin getting flustered talking about just kissing is sort of doing it for him.

“And how would you go from a peck to a kiss?”

Jimin swallows, slight frown between his brows, like he can barely bring it past his lips. He even turns his head a little.

“I.. I’d open her lips with mine..”

Jeongguk licks his lips, voice comes out a little raspier with his next line.

“Good.. and then?”

“Then.. I— I would slip my tongue inside..”

Fuck..

Yeah. This is going so well.

“What does she taste like?”

He asks softly, sees Jimin bite his lower lip at the question.

“I think— the same— the same as her—“

“Cherries?”

“Yeah..” Jimin nods, swallows. “Like that.”

“Mm..” Jeongguk hums softly. “Want to feel her tongue slide against yours?”

Jimin’s breath hitches, and instead of an answer there’s only a nod, quick and embarrassed, as if he isn’t supposed to say it.

God, it’s really hot. 

“You think she’d bite your lower lip, playfully?”

“N—no..” Jimin licks his lips as if he’s trying to imagine it. “She’s.. gentle.”

“Yeah? She’d kiss you slow?”

Jimin nods again, chest heaving slightly with each breath he takes.

Jeongguk doesn’t want to admit he’s turned on by the sight, knows it’s not for him but he can pretend. He can take all of this for himself.

“Slow, and wet.. tastes like cherries each time you sweep your tongue over her lips.”He whispers, trying to trigger Jimin’s primal thoughts, his need, his desperation. “The inside of her mouth so hot, her tongue soft and gentle..”

Jimin’s cheeks turn darker pink, and he shifts a little on the bed, breathing a little uneven.

“What else, Jimin?” He asks softly, almost reaches out to brush some hair out of his face. “Where would you hold her?”

“Waist.”

Jimin pants, almost immediately. Like he’s completely immersed in the vision.

Jeongguk smirks a little.

“Yeah? Tiny waist?”

“Mmh.” Jimin nods. “Really hot.”

Oh, hot?

Jeongguk’s eyebrows raise, and it seems Jimin notices his word choice too, because he gasps, shakes his head.

“I— I meant pretty—“

“you meant hot.” Jeongguk says, tries to keep him on that track. “don’t hold back, you’re doing good, tell me where you want her hands on your body.”

Like this Jimin doesn’t have the time to argue, the question sends him right back to his imagination.

“My— my chest.”

“Mmh.. think she’d just let her hands linger there? Or would she touch your pecs?”

Jimin opens his mouth, closes it, then opens it again.

“I— I want her to..”

Oh..

Jeongguk quirks a brow, even though Jimin still has his eyes closed, that pretty frown in between like he’s embarrassed.

“You want her to touch you.” He finishes for Jimin. “Right?”

A beat passes before Jimin gives a slow nod, and then he swings an arm over his face like he’s too ashamed to even be seen.

Jeongguk knows he shouldn’t push— but.. god, it’s hot. 

“You want her hands caressing over your chest, cupping your pec..”

Jimin nods under his arm with a deep inhale, bites his lower lip.

Jeongguk is well aware they’re not talking about kissing anymore, but the need to see Jimin fall apart is so strong..

“Want them.. lower?”

He breathes out.

It takes a second, but then Jimin moans. 

It’s soft, it’s pretty and so fucking real—

Heat flares up his face, and he greedily takes in the state of Jimin’s body, squirming on his mattress, pants getting a little tight around his crotch.

Oh god yes.

His dick twitches at the sight, and he can barely hold back.

“Want them to slide down over your abs.. tease your hipbone..”

“Mmh—“ Jimin moans again, nods, still hiding as if that makes it less true. “Yeah— yes, please.”

“Slipping into your pants..”

“Yes— fuck, yeah—“ 

Jimin pants, one of his hands running down his own body, cupping himself through his jeans. 

Jeongguk’s throat runs dry, he moves a little closer.

“Want her hands there?” 

“Yeah.” Jimin almost whimpers. “I— I want her to—“

He doesn’t say it, bites his lip as if to hold back, but Jeongguk needs to hear it. He grabs Jimin’s wrist, moves his arm away so he can look at his flushed face, sweat shimmering on his nose and cheeks, blonde hair sticking to his forehead.

“Want her to what?”

Jimin blinks his eyes open, looks at him with a beautiful lust-glaze, completely gone. 

“Want her to jerk me off.”

God, yes.

Jimin’s gaze flickers down to his lips then— pupils dilating.

“I want— I’m ready for that lesson now.”

Yeah, that’s what he thought. 

Jeongguk doesn’t even have to give instructions, Jimin grabs the back of his neck and kisses him. Desperate, greedy, and hot. 

He should feel bad for working Jimin up all for this, for making him hot and bothered because he knew it’d come to this, but he doesn’t.

Not a smidge of guilt when Jimin’s lips slot between his own over and over with a heat that isn’t meant for him. He just makes it even worse, puts his hand on Jimin’s chest just to take that experience away from her.

He will be the first to do it. 

He will be the first to do him. 

Jimin moans into his mouth, slips his tongue past his lips to taste him. So wet, so needy, so hot. 

Jeongguk groans, lives for the way those thick lips press against his own, all for him, the slightly sweet taste of the inside of Jimin’s mouth, that hot tongue sliding against his own— fuck, he needs more.

He gently bites Jimin’s lower lip, travels his hand lower, palm flat on Jimin’s stomach, fingers itching to feel it— feel that bulge.

Jimin breaks the kiss before he can, grabs his wrist quickly.

“What— what are you doing?”

Shit.

He looks at Jimin, a little caught.

“Just.. just for practice.” 

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