Chrizzmas • part 17 • 5.4K🔞 (Patreon)

part 16

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He’s got to give it to Jimin, the park is beautiful. Every tree is illuminated with small lights, the scent of hot chocolate and cinnamon fills the air, a few speakers blasting Christmas songs over the chatter of the crowd.

It’s cozy, and cold. He wanted to look pretty for the date but ended up in this big sweater, leather jacket, thick black beanie to keep him warm. 

Jimin sent him his location so he’s just following the blue dot on his phone to the center of the park.

And when he looks up it’s like a force of attraction, Jimin catches his eye right away; standing under a street light, his hair glows golden, glasses with a silver frame glint in the light when he looks up from his phone, a thick scarf wrapped around his neck, classy trenchcoat.

So pretty. 

Hard to think Jimin made him fuck a masturbator on FaceTime just a day ago. 

Fuck, don’t think about that.

He comes to a stop in front of Jimin.

“What’s a pretty place like you doing in a guy like this?”

Jimin gives him a deadpan stare, nothing for a while, but then his eyes light up just a little, a faint smile pulls on his lips.

“That the best you could come up with?”

“Mm.” He nods. “Got it from Deadpool.”

“Mmh.” Jimin nods, slow, though his smile grows a bit. “Impressive.”

First win of the evening, how Jimin’s eyes become little crescents when he smiles; it’s so beautiful.

“Come on.” Jimin nods ahead to where all the food trucks are, already takes a step. “Saw a guy in a Santa suit handing out candy canes. And I heard you wanted to lick mine.”

Jeongguk blinks, follows the back of Jimin’s head as he walks while warmth creeps up his neck.

He might not survive this date.

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It’s nice and calm, walking together through the park, it feels right even though it’s technically their first date. 

“You can pick any food truck you want.” 

Jimin nods at the little stands everywhere. Hot-dog’s, burgers, soup, hot chocolate, churros, crepes, so many different ones. 

“You’ll buy the whole truck for me?” 

“Mmh, of course.” Jimin nods. “The least I could do on a first date.”

Jeongguk chuckles softly, nods to the hot chocolate stand.

“I want that one.”

“That one?” Jimin looks at it, sucks in a sharp breath. “The biggest one, huh? The most wanted too.”

“Mmh.” He hums. “That’s what I deserve for being good.”

“Is that so?” 

Jimin’s voice dips a little lower, but he doesn’t grant him a look, just walks up towards the hot chocolate truck. 

Jeongguk shudders, ears burning up a little as he follows. It’s ridiculous that such a small change of tone affects him like this. Then again, he has been not touching himself for a while.

Jimin looks so effortlessly beautiful when he orders for them, a charming smile, the softest cold blush on his nose and cheeks; no one would suspect this guy is a dom freak who makes you hump things. 

especially not when he turns around with two mugs in his hand, hot chocolate with whipped cream, and the sweetest smile. 

fuck, he must have won the lottery, this guy is beyond gorgeous.

“They said they’re not selling the truck.”

A warm mug gets pushed into his hand.

“Huh?”

“I asked for you.” Jimin nods at the truck. “They’re not selling.”

“Oh.” 

Intelligible.

Honestly. Jimin’s beauty is making him sound dumb.

Lucky for him Jimin just snorts at his lack of response and heads towards the park again, mug clutched between his small hands.

Jeongguk follows along, slow strolling through the pretty park with a pretty boy, this is all he could really wish for. the sky is turning a dark blue, stars appearing one by one.

When he checks on Jimin he finds him looking up as well.

“There’s a bench over there.” Jeongguk nods at it. “We could stargaze.”

It’s adorable how quickly Jimin looks at him, eyes sparkling behind his glasses. 

“Yeah?”

God, his heart just doubled in size.

“Yeah. Let’s go.” 

He sits down on the wooden bench next to Jimin, takes a sip of the hot chocolate.

“Look, see those 3 stars in a straight line? That’s Orion.” Jimin points at the sky. “Or well, it’s his belt really.”

Jeongguk looks at the flickering lights, finds what he thinks is supposed to be the three stars, in a line right under each other. 

“His belt?”

“Yeah, right underneath it is his sword.”Jimin draws a line. “At least, that’s what people decided when they connected the dots.”

Jeongguk chuckles softly. 

“Funny how they just connected a bunch of stars thousands of years ago and gave them a name.”

“I know right? and they could navigate with it.” 

Jimin’s voice gets a little lighter when he talks about the stars. It’s quite adorable, really.

“We’re also just stardust, aren’t we?” 

Jeongguk asks, he’s pretty sure he read it somewhere.

“Yeah, essentially. Maybe at some point we were out there too.”

Jeongguk can’t help but peek, the reflection of the streetlight on Jimin’s glasses, and behind them, dark brown eyes glistening with the stars. 

As soon as Jimin tilts his head he whips his own head back to the mug in his hands, brings it up to his mouth and takes a sip. From his peripheral he feels Jimin’s eyes on him, he doesn’t dare meeting his gaze.

“You’ve got whipped cream on your..”

Jimin trails off, immediately reaches his hand to his face then, wipes his thumb over his top lip.

Oh.

The tips of his ears burn up, and when he turns his head Jimin just licks the excess off his thumb like they’ve been together for ages— like they’re not on their first date. 

The pink of his tongue, his soft lips denting under the pressure of his fingers, something about it is just unreal.

When he looks up he’s sure Jimin knows what he’s doing to him, there’s a certain way his eyelids sink, knowing, mean; it sets him on fire.

A loud bell breaks the moment, followed by a “ho ho ho, who wants a candy cane?” 

The guy didn’t even put any effort into his Santa Costume, his beard is half-off, a beer in his hand, stumbles forward pretending he isn’t drunk.

“We would like one, please.” 

Jimin calls.

Santa turns around, hiccups and pushes a candy cane into his hand.

“You two share.” Santa says, pointing at Jimin and then presumably at him, Jeongguk thinks, he’s not sure, he’s half a meter off. “Be gay.”

Be.. gay?

Santa stumbles away, and Jeongguk just blinks. 

“Did he just say be gay?” 

“Yep. Didn’t you see his rainbow pin?”

Jimin points at the guy.

Jeongguk eyes drunk Santa over again from the back, sees him scratch his butt and then quickly looks back at Jimin.

“I saw a lot of things, involuntarily.”

Jimin chuckles, shrugs.

“It’s a bit of an unorthodox approach to Santa, but we got a candy cane.” 

Jeongguk’s eyes drop to it.

“I think after what I just witnessed we might be better off not touching it.”

“You’re telling me you don’t want butt-scratched candy cane from drunk Santa? Who’s possibly a homeless man?” 

Jimin asks, waving the candy in his face. 

Jeongguk bites back a smile.

“While that sounds absolutely irresistible, we must hold back.” He gently wraps his hand around Jimin’s around the candy cane, for some reason the blonde has an iron grip on it. “You have to let it go.”

“Sad.” Jimin says, clicks his tongue. “He derailed my plan.”

“What plan?”

“Making you lick it.” Jimin winks. “But I’ll find something else for you.”

The smallest smirk pulls on those plush lips, Jeongguk’s breath hitches. 

He’s been trying to pull this guy for weeks but now that he’s blatantly being flirted with like this he’s got no good comebacks at all. He didn’t think Jimin would be this forward really, after stonewalling him.

“Drink your hot chocolate a little faster.” Jimin says then. “There’s something else I want to show you.”

The look in his eyes doesn’t forebode anything good, but Jeongguk listens regardless; let’s go of Jimin’s hand and drinks his hot chocolate so fast it burns his tongue.

Jimin hides a laugh behind his hand.

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A photo booth. 

A way too small, confined place. 

Jimin’s smile is a tad too mean when he pushes him inside of it. 

He fears for his life. There is no place to even sit, the outside is blocked by just a small curtain, and when Jimin steps inside next to him they’re basically glued together.

“Let’s make some first date memories.”

Jimin taps on the screen, presses start, and then the countdown begins.

It’s cute, the first one, Jeongguk sticks with his go-to peace sign and Jimin does a cute flower cup pose.

The second one, however, Jimin gestures him closer with his index and middle finger, which is really nothingbut the effect is huge. Jeongguk swallows when he leans his chin over Jimin’s shoulder, goosebumps appear when Jimin’s hand threads through his hair like that.

The picture comes out looking like Jimin is a very proud boyfriend, not to mention, very in charge. 

“Last one.” Jimin looks at him over his shoulder. “On your knees for me?”

Shit.

Even if he wanted to object, there’s no time on the teller, and that sweet smile makes his knees weak to the point it makes no difference.

He kneels in the small stall, eyes on Jimin the entire time.

The smirk grows on Jimin’s lips, and right before the camera clicks, the blonde brings his hand down, lifts his chin up, rubs his thumb over his lower lip.

It tickles, Jimin’s finger on his lip, sends a rush of heat down his spine. What’s worse is how his lips part automatically, eyelids getting heavier.

“Mmh, that’s a good look on you.”

Jimin’s voice vibrates just right against his ears, low and pretty.

Fuck.

He knows this is a set-up. He really does. Jimin has been edging him for weeks now so he knows he’s not getting anything.

And yet, his dick twitches.

Which is also not that surprising given the fact he hasn’t touched himself at all. 

It’s difficult to not just suck Jimin’s thumb into his mouth, show him how much he wants it, but knowing Jimin— he’d be punished if he did anything without asking first.

So he blinks up at the blonde, shakes his head ever so slightly to rub his lip against Jimin’s thumb. 

Jimin bites his lower lip, gives a small nod of approval. 

Jeongguk takes it, kisses Jimin’s thumb softly, once, twice, licks it, sucks it into his mouth.

“Mmh..”

“Fuck.. you’re that depraved hm?” Jimin’s lower register scratches his brain just right. “Would you blow me here, if I asked you to?”

He nods immediately, eyes fluttering shut as he bobs his head around Jimin’s thumb like he’s already doing it. 

what’s worse; being so down bad he’d risk public sex, or Jimin putting him in this situation premeditated?

“You’re like a puppy.” Jimin whispers, his other hand caressing through his hair, fingers running over his scalp. “So eager, waiting for commands.”

The comment lingers, and on one hand he’s offended, but on the other— head scratches do feel good, he can’t lie.

He moans softly around Jimin’s thumb, lets it slip out of his mouth, then looks up.

Jimin smirks down at him.

“Are you hard?”

“What do you think?” 

He pants, looks down at the fabric of his jeans suffocating his boner. 

“Hm..” 

Jimin lifts his foot, and gently presses the sole of his boot right against his dick. 

Jeongguk gasps, stares at the black leather, the pressure against his cock so good— but, fuck. They’re in the stupid photo booth.

“Jimin.”

“Mmh?” 

Jimin doesn’t even have the decency to look in his eyes, just tilts his head, takes in the sight, blonde hair falling over his pretty, slutty glasses.

Fuck, why is this guy so hot? His dick twitches against Jimin’s boot.

The promise of friction is almost irresistible, he’s only holding back because he can see the outside world right past Jimin’s legs under that curtain.

“Can we..go to your place?” He asks, voice a little thick. “I don’t mind humping your boot, but preferably in private.”

It seems he said the right thing; Jimin’s eyes twinkle, and he retracts his foot not even a second later.

“Yeah, yeah we definitely can.” 

Jeongguk stands up then, tries to push his boner down. It’s a hard task.

Jimin is way too focused on it too, doesn’t even notice the people behind him looking into the booth to see if it’s occupied. 

“Come on, I think there’s a line outside.” He says, grabs the two printed versions of their photo sequence. “We better get going.”

“Mmh.” 

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Jimin’s house is comfy, warm. Not that he gets to spend much time in the living room, he gets taken straight to the bedroom. The familiar desk from the video call— the image of Jimin coming all over his shirt. 

And even better, a big bed right behind it.

Yeah, getting laid on Christmas is all he signed up for.

“Look how cute the pictures came out.” Jimin holds them up. 

They’re insane. 

The last one is, really. 

You can’t see past his shoulders but you can still see that fuck I want you look in his eyes, in contrast to that smirk on Jimin’s lips that clearly spells I know

If they become official, and he hopes to god they will, this first date picture surely is gonna be a hell of a reminder.

“Cute but we can’t show these to anyone, you mean.”

“Why not? You look nice and obedient.” 

“Tell that to my grandma when I introduce you to her.”

“I shall.”

Jimin grins, puts up the picture with a little magnet right above his desk on his whiteboard. Already showing it off proudly.

Jeongguk can’t not melt at the gesture. Especially how Jimin takes his time putting coloured magnets around it to make it look more cute.

The duality gives him whiplash.

Jimin turns around when he’s done, and all but pushes him backwards. 

“Hey—“

He stumbles, back of his knees hit the bed and he loses balance, sits down on the mattress. 

Jimin comes to stand between his legs, hand under his chin like just moments ago in the photo booth. 

God, he’s really just letting this twink push him around. He needs to show at least a little bit of his strength, can’t be a complete doormat.

He pulls Jimin on top of him, snakes his arms around his lower back and locks him in place. 

Jimin doesn’t even object, he just eyes over their position, corner of his mouth pulling up a little, hands resting on his shoulders.

“How long are you gonna hold out like this?” Jimin asks, moves his hips for good measure. “Hm?”

Oh—

He gasps, looks down at Jimin’s ass on his lap, sort of didn’t calculate that when he pulled Jimin on top. He just wanted to be assertive for once.

When he looks up Jimin quirks a brow at him, smirk growing slightly. 

“I can— it’s not like I’ll come on the spot.” 

See he says that but his dick doesn’t agree, twitches against the cleft of Jimin’s ass, that soft heaven. 

All Jimin has to do is look down once, give an unimpressed little hum.

“You’re saying you haven’t had enough?” Jimin tilts his head, slowly slides his arms around his neck while he leans in a little more. “I could make you wait longer, another week?”

“No.” 

He shakes his head quickly, pulls Jimin a little closer so their chests press together, can’t believe they finally made it to this part. 

“You sure? I could edge you all night.” One of Jimin’s hands slips in his hair, fingers caressing the nape of his neck. “Make you hump my leg until you’re aching for release..”

The sentence knocks all the air out of his lungs. For some reason he thought Jimin was only like this over text, but to hear him say it with his velvet voice has his cock hardening at record speed, mouth watering in anticipation.

Those slutty little glasses resting on Jimin’s nose, his blonde hair a little messy— god, what a pretty boy. Right on top of him.

And those plush, soft lips, just a few inches away.

He’s dying over here.

“No more edging.” He whispers, eyes zeroed on Jimin’s lips. “I’ve been good.”

It seems the words do something to Jimin; a soft hum that sounds kind of like a moan slips from his lips, and he repositions but it feels more like he rolls his hips down, just to test how it feels.

Jeongguk shudders, nods a few times just in case, just in case Jimin is silently asking for permission to move.

“You’ve edged me too, you know?” Jimin whispers, leans a little closer, until his nose bumps against his. “Half a year now, I’ve been waiting for that kiss.”

Oh..

A rush of something else flutters through his chest, the corner of his mouth curls up a little knowing that he’s not the only one who’s been down bad.

“Yeah? Sad you couldn’t get it back in the club?”

“Mmh.” Jimin nods, tilts his head a little more and nudges his nose again. “Show me what I’ve been missing..”

God.. how could he deny that?

He brings one of his hands up to Jimin’s hair, tangles his hand in those blonde locks while he holds his waist with the other. 

Jimin’s eyelids sink a little, and when they fall shut, Jeongguk takes the liberty to stare at the sight for a while, take it in. 

A week of edging is nothing compared to these seconds he lets Jimin wait for it, but satisfaction runs through his veins when those siren eyes open, an impatient glint in them.

That’s the moment he leans in, presses his lips against Jimin’s. He loves the way Jimin’s eyes flutter shut immediately, like he melts into it. 

And damn, is it worth the wait. He closes his eyes just to get more familiar with the feeling; the softness, those plump lips between his— electrifying. He takes it slow, opens his lips to catch Jimin’s, feels the warmth, the heat of the inside of his mouth.

“Mmh..”

Jimin moans softly, tugs lightly on his hair, follows his pace easily.

He doesn’t know how it happens, maybe it’s muscle memory, but his hands wrap around the back of Jimin’s thighs and he stands up, holds him up while they kiss.

“Show off.”

Jimin pants in between. 

Jeongguk looks at him through his lashes, can’t help the grin growing on his lips. 

Jimin can talk all he wants, the subtle blush on his nose and cheeks doesn’t go unnoticed. He’s got a thing for strength alright.

Maybe that’s why he keeps Jimin there for a while, when he closes the distance again, just holds Jimin’s weight, tilts his head the other way and rubs his piercings over Jimin’s lower lip, slow, deliberate.

“fuck.” 

Jimin curses under his breath, nudges his nose almost impatiently, licks over his piercings.

The heat of his tongue elicits a moan from Jeongguk’s mouth. He takes a few steps until Jimin’s back presses against the wall, and Jimin takes that as a chance to wrap his legs around his hips.

Now this— he’s usually pretty good at. He’s kissed many guys against the wall just like this. Except he’s never been this on edge during a kiss. 

It’s embarrassing how hard he is, his cock digging into the fabric of his pants, pressing against Jimin’s, aching for some action. 

He keeps it together pretty well until his tongue slips into Jimin’s mouth, and that wet heat turns his brain off. His hips move on their own accord, rutting against Jimin shallowly, the friction against his cock so good his legs quiver.

Instead of helping, Jimin just slides their tongues together, so good, so wet, so slow. 

He groans, hands sliding from the back of Jimin’s thighs to his buttocks, squeezing them in his hands as he rocks his hips forward a little harder.

It takes almost nothing, heat pools in his gut after a few seconds, his dick is so sensitive that the seam on the inside of his pants rubbing against the head is enough to make him leak. 

“Fuck—“

He breaks the kiss, finds Jimin’s gaze. He expected a mean smirk, but there’s a glaze over those siren eyes, spit slick lips parted a little, erotic blush on his nose and cheeks, glasses almost sliding off.

“Don’t stop.” Jimin pants softly, grabs the back of his neck. “Hump me until you’re so close you can barely hold it.”

Fuck.

Heat flares up his face, and though he should have some pride and stop before he comes in his pants, the look in Jimin’s eyes is so hot, he just— fuck. He just grinds against Jimin a little harder, moans when he feels Jimin’s dick twitch against his own, a nice bulge to fuck against.

Real first date stuff, dry humping against the wall. 

“Ngh— fuck..” He bites on Jimin’s lower lip, eyes almost rolling back when his cock rubs against Jimin’s, only a few layers of fabric in between. “Ah..”

“Mmh,” Jimin tugs on his hair, gently grazes his lip piercings with his teeth. “Don’t hold back, fuck me through my clothes.”

Jesus.

His brain short-circuits, and within a second he moves Jimin from the wall to his bed, lowers him on the mattress just so he has more access, more strength to thrusts against him.

Like muscle-memory he lifts one of Jimin’s legs when he crawls on top, finds his lips in the midst of it. 

An eager puppy following commands, he hears Jimin say it in that mocking tone when he snaps his hips forward, the head of his cock tingling each time it rubs along Jimin’s bulge.

He aims for it each time, rocks against Jimin’s cock, earns pretty moans from him between kisses, even a drawn-out whimper.

The sound thunders through his body, and he breaks the kiss quickly, eyes wide.

“I’m— I’m gonna—“

Jimin’s eyes glint, his glasses a little askew, and he just nods. “Yeah— fuck yes.” He sounds almost more excited than him, one hand flying down to his pants, cupping him over the fabric. 

The second it registers that Jimin wants to feel it— his body spasms, he fucks against Jimin’s hand, mouth falling open as his orgasm builds up in his gut, driving him to just mindlessly thrust until white lightning courses through his body. All his muscles pull tight and he gasps— vision blurry as he comes.

“Ah— Jimin— fuck.”

It’s like the feeling doubles itself, his body spasms, unable to channel the overload of pleasure, come spurts from his cock, fills up his pants with each twitch. 

“Oh fuck that’s— that’s good, so good for me.” Jimin moans, squeezing around his length, rubbing over the head through the fabric.

It’s so sensitive but so fucking good after a week of nothing— that he just rocks against Jimin’s hand a little harder through his orgasm, more cum filling up his underwear, making it a sticky mess.

“Fuck— feels so hot.” Jimin pants. “all wet for me.”

“Mmh..” He moans, arms shaking a little, the intensity makes it last even longer, he’s never come this much in his life. 

Jimin runs his hand over him, sucks in a sharp breath and then opens his button, slips his hand inside.

Jeongguk gasps when Jimin cups him through his boxers, looks down between their bodies. the fabric is all wet, come drips through it, yet Jimin just rubs his palm against it, seems to love the feeling.

He shudders, looks up at Jimin, finds him with his eyes closed, blush on his cheeks, playing with his softening cock like it’s his property.

The feeling almost doesn’t ebb away, feels like he could come again, but all he can do is collapse on top of Jimin, bury his face in his neck.

“Mmh— I don’t know what you did to me but it feels like I could get hard again right now.”

Jimin chuckles breathily, caresses a hand through his hair like they’ve done this before.

“Abstinence can do that.. also makes you cum more.” 

“Mmh.” He nods, presses his nose against Jimin’s neck. “I noticed that part.”

“So did I..”

For a few seconds he just relaxes, presses a soft kiss against Jimin’s jaw, right under his ear. 

Then he quickly leans back up, eyes wide.

“You didn’t come.”

Jimin blinks, small smile spreads on his lips, and he shakes his head.

“I didn’t.” 

God, he’s usually a pleaser. Always makes the other guy come first. This is terrible etiquette.

“Sorry, let me..”

He crawls down, doesn’t get even one objection when he pulls Jimin’s pants and underwear down. 

His cock slaps against his stomach— Jeongguk can only gasp at the sight. Never had the pleasure to see it before, but fuck, he’s been missing out.

Jimin’s cock is just as pretty as the rest of him, elegant and curved up, the head a pretty shade, glistening a little with precum. 

It’s almost like he’s done this time and time before, curls a hand around the base and looks up at Jimin for consent.

“Mmh.” Jimin nods, tangles his hand in his hair. “Only cause you’ve been good.”

Fuck.

He shudders, but takes Jimin in his mouth right after. The hot taste of precum on his tongue sends a rush of arousal through his body, dick twitching even though he just came. 

Jimin guides him through the motion, pushes his head down to take his length, and pulls his hair to make it slip almost all the way out.

“Fuck— I’ve been thinking of this..” Jimin admits, caressing through his hair. “Wanted to make you work for it but— ngh—“

Of all things he didn’t think Jimin was a head-pusher, maybe he should have known; when he wants to press some kisses on his stomach Jimin won’t let him up, pushes him back to his cock and forces the head past his lips.

He moans around the length, moves one of his hands up under Jimin’s shirt instead, impressed by how soft his skin feels, all the way up to his chest.

“Thought maybe I should edge you for another week before you get to touch me..” Jimin pants. “Wanted to see you drool at the thought of blowing me.”

“Mmh.” He licks from the base to the head of Jimin’s cock, looks up at him. “Didn’t work out, huh?”

“No..” Jimin bites his lower lip, leans up on his underarm and moves his hand from his hair to his lower lip, over his piercing. “Needed to know how this felt against my dick.”

Ah, so jimin is weak for muscles, tattoos and piercings. 

Good to know.

Jeongguk leans a little closer to that pretty, wet cockhead, rubs his lower lip against it slowly, from side to side. 

Jimin’s eyelids sink, a soft moan falls from his lips. He pushes his glasses up then— and god, it looks good.

Jeongguk gently drags his piercing over the slit, just to make Jimin shudder underneath him.

“Ahh, fuck yes— just like that.” Jimin’s eyes follow the motion as if hypnotised, his cock twitches against his lips. “Mmh.”

He’s never met a guy freaky enough to try anything like it, they usually all ask him to take it off before he gives head, but of all people a nerd like Jimin goes insane for it. 

A bead of precum builds up the longer he rubs his piercings against the slit, it trickles down to his lips. 

He laps it up, wraps his lips around Jimin’s cock again and sucks around the head.

“Ngh— fuck.” 

Jimin’s head falls back a little, pretty moan fills the air.

Jeongguk cups one of Jimin’s pecs, and wow. He didn’t think Jimin worked out that much but the muscle under his hand proves otherwise. He squeezes it, rubs his thumb over his nipple as he sinks his lips down around his length.

“Oh— fuck, yes.” Jimin moans, thrusts his hips up slowly, to test the waters. “You’ll let me fuck your mouth, right?”

Does that even count as a question?

He cant answer because Jimin fists his hand in his hair and does as he pleases, thrusts into his mouth, looks at him through those silver framed glasses. and he just takes it.  

Every thrust, every inch of Jimin’s cock pushing past his lips, he fucking loves it. The weight of it on his tongue, the ache in his jaw, the saliva that dribbles down his chin and especially the wet squelch— fuck, it’s everything to him.

“Oh— fuck, you’re so obedient, opening your mouth like that.” Jimin groans, sweat building up on his face, glasses slipping from his nose. “Wanna swallow?”

Jeongguk moans around his length, nods the best he can with Jimin thrusting into him like that. 

“Fuck— yeah?”

“Mmh.”

“Oh— fuck— I’m gonna—“ Jimin pants, hooks one of his legs around his head to push him all the way down, to make him take all of it. “Nghhh—“

Jeongguk’s eyes roll back when Jimin’s cock twitches on his tongue, and cum spills down his throat right after— warm and sticky. He swallows it down, every last drop, lets Jimin ride out his orgasm like that.

“Fuck, that’s good.” Jimin caresses through his hair, almost like praise. “suck me clean..”

A hint of shame rushes up to his face, his cheeks glow as he keeps sucking until Jimin stops moving, and his hand goes weak in his hair, falls back onto the mattress.

That’s when he lets Jimin’s cock slip from his mouth, and looks up at the blonde, who seems completely spent, head back in his pillow, face flushed, glasses pushed up in his hair.

“Mmh.. come up and kiss me.”

Oh.

That’s easy. 

Some guys don’t want to kiss after he gives head but Jimin basically pulls him back on top, cups the back of his neck and goes in for a kiss.

“You— you don’t mind? I just swallowed your cum.”

“Even better.” 

Jimin forces him closer, slots their lips together easily, as if they’ve been dating for years.

It’s so familiar and warm, and so fucking soft. he’s jealous of any guy who came before him, wishes he could erase their memories and keep this experience for himself alone.

Jeongguk can’t help himself, the silver of Jimin’s glasses catches his eye in the midst of the kiss so he gently grabs them, breaks the kiss to put them on himself.

Wow, Jimin’s eyesight is shit. 

He feels like he’s looking at a distorted version of Jimin, his eyes have a hard time adjusting, makes his headache. But that’s fine, he did this for a reason.

He holds up one finger.

“Did you know there’s vitamin C in cum?” 

He asks, with his best impression of Jimin’s voice.

Though he’s not entirely what type of expression Jimin makes, the silence that follows makes it clear. 

“Was that.. supposed to be me?”

“Mmh.” Jeongguk nods. “I can talk about snails too, if you like.”

Ah, there, Jimin cracks, a small smile pulls on his lips.

“What would you know about snails, huh?”

“I’ve heard somewhere that they have teeth. Many of them.”

“Oh, did you now?” 

“Mmh.” He nods, pushes the glasses up higher. “And do you know about Orion?”

“That’s enough now.”

“Well, it’s Orion’s Belt really, but—“

“Stop imitating me or you’ll never get to fuck me.”

Jeongguk chuckles, but immediately gives Jimin his glasses back, cause there’s no way he’s giving that up.

Jimin tries to hide a smile by biting his lip but Jeongguk still spots it; makes his heart leap, he hasn’t had that for a while.

Jimin puts his glasses back on, and then just gestures him closer with his index.

Jeongguk’s imaginary tail wags when he crawls closer, blinks up at Jimin on purpose, knows his eyes look bigger like that. 

It works, by the looks of it, Jimin stares at one eye, then at the other, leans in close until their noses touch.

“Could go stargazing in your eyes next time.” Jimin mumbles, presses a kiss on his lips like he didn’t just say that.

Something flutters in his stomach, and he smiles against Jimin’s mouth.

“I think I should leave the pick-up lines to you..”

He whispers, then closes the distance again.-------------epilogue