It’s not like we’re gay or anything right? (Patreon)

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“Oh, I can take it.” He breathes out, moves a little closer, squeezes in Jeongguk’s thighs. “Want me to prove it to you?”

Jeongguk’s eyelids sink a little, like he’s fighting to keep them open, his hand stops moving around his cock, though it twitches a few times as if he’s close to his orgasm.

“Fuck— not— not now.”

Not now, huh?

Classy. 

Jimin hides his disappointment by just nuzzling his cheek against the inside of Jeongguk’s thigh, knees a little sore from kneeling on the floor like this.

“I mean— I— we can’t fuck.”

Jeongguk pants, as if this is not cheating in the slightest. 

Jimin can’t help but raise a brow.

“Then what’s this, hm?” He nods at Jeongguk, half-naked on his couch, dick out, hand wrapped around himself. “You wanted to come here, because you want this.”

“This is just— blowing off steam.” Jeongguk argues, looks into his eyes like he needs him to believe it. “Our girlfriends are cockblocking us so we’re just— fooling around.”

No one on earth would agree. 

He’s pretty sure not even Jeongguk agrees— but for the sake of his sanity, whatever.

He’s too horny to argue, finally has Jeongguk touching himself right in front of him, if he starts another discussion he might never get to see that cumshot.

So he just licks his lips, gives a slow nod.

“I mean, it’s not like we’re gay or anything right?”

Damn. 

His eyes find Jeongguk’s shortly, just like that time in his hallway, when he said something similar, about not being secretly in love with each other, there is a desperation to his tone, a glint in his eyes like he’s wishing it isn’t that. 

As if it’s incomprehensible that after all those years together they could have developed feelings. 

After all the effort Namjoon went through on educating them on sexuality and self-acceptance— Jeongguk seems terrified of that truth existing. 

“Mmh.” He just hums. “We’re just touch-deprived.”

Playing along might be worse on the long run, but he’s in it for the short run only. Arousal doesn’t make for the best decisions. A big dick in front of his face is worse than eve’s apple, really.

“Yeah— yeah, exactly.” Jeongguk grasps onto any straw. “And since you like— since you watch stuff—“

“Gay porn.”

“That.” Jeongguk doesn’t even dare touch the word with his lips. “That’s just a sexual thing, right?”

“Right.”He nods, gives Jeongguk every answer he wants. “I watch straight porn too.”

“Yeah.” Jeongguk nods, although his chest still heaves— like he knows this is all a stupid front they’re putting on to justify whatever happens between them. “It’s— it’s not weird. To watch different things, try different things.”

Jimin hums along, if that’s what Jeongguk wants, and if that’s how he gets that big cock right in front of him, it’s all fine with him.

“Like— you can be straight and—“

“Keep stroking yourself.”

He cuts Jeongguk off, maybe a little too soon, but god, he can’t listen to him rambling on and on. 

“Right.” Jeongguk nods, tightens his grip around his length, slowly moves his wrist. “You— you still want that facial?”

Oh— right, as if this guy isn’t absolutely gagging for it. Just the word facial has Jeongguk’s balls tightening a little, a blush appearing on his nose and cheeks.

Such a bad actor. 

Jimin bites back the comment, just gives him a look, his best siren eyes, short nod.

“Fuck—“ Jeongguk curses, holds his gaze as he picks up the pace a little, long strokes around his big cock, the head getting more and more flushed, so pretty. “No one— no one’s come on your face before, right?”

It’s phrased like a question but the tone is— how to describe it, sort of possessive.

Jimin licks his lips, breaks eye contact to look at Jeongguk’s tattooed hand working his dick, can tell he jerks off a lot just by the pace and ease of his strokes.

“Yeah, this is my first..”

And hopefully not last.

“You— you watch it a lot?” Jeongguk pants, one of his hands disappearing under his shirt, moving up to his chest, likely playing with his nipple under it— Jimin can’t tell. “Facials?”

“Yeah.” 

His mouth waters a little, and it might be manipulative but he leans in closer, until Jeongguk’s dick is right in front of his face. 

A pitchy moan fills the living room, and Jeongguk angles his cock down a little more, until the head aligns with his lips, only an inch or two between them.

“Ahh— fuck.”  Jeongguk shifts closer to the edge of the couch, his eyes keep slipping down to his mouth. “And—fuck— blowjobs?”

Wow— this guy is practically see-through, huh?

Or maybe they’ve lived together for too long.

Jimin looks up at him, waits until Jeongguk finally has the decency to make eye contact.

“Did you— did you say you want to give me one?”

It sounds like a plea from Jeongguk’s lips, really. He probably knows that he never even said that. 

But the proximity— the flushed head of Jeongguk’s cock so closed to his lips makes saliva pool in his mouth, his hand dipping down between his own thighs to rub over his neglected cock.

“Fuck— did you— cause I can—“ Jeongguk pants, moving even closer, his hand slipping out from under his shirt, now reaching for him, tangling in his hair. “Ahh— fuck— hyung.”

He just lets it happen, it’s probably terrible— that he doesn’t even speak up, doesn’t have any pride, doesn’t argue when Jeongguk pulls on his hair, his gaze fixated on his mouth. 

“You— you want it— you want this—“ 

Jeongguk pants, like he’s convincing himself almost, when he presses the head of his cock against his lips.

It’s sticky, warm. His eyelids sink, and his lips part right away to take it. Inch by inch, it slides in like it belongs there, the length heavy on his tongue, the girth making his jaw ache.

“Oh— fuck.” Jeongguk moans, tightens his grip on his hair. “Oh fuck yes.”

Jimin moans around it, eyes falling closed, slips his own hand into his pants to give himself some relief too. 

“Mmh— fuck Jimin— your mouth feels so fucking good.”

“Mmh.”

The praise has him eager to show more— although he’s never been with a guy he’s sucked his own dildo’s off many times, just for the feeling of it.

So he slowly wraps his hand around the base of Jeongguk’s cock, and starts bobbing his head. The slightly salty taste and the feeling of it twitching on his tongue has him keening— picking up the pace of his own hand.

“Ah— ah fuck— hyung— so good, taking it all the way.”Jeongguk pants, guiding him along the motion by his hair, making him swallow around his dick. “I need this— I need this all the time.”

Jimin moans, pops his lips off just to look at how slick and wet the length has gotten, loves how it glints in the light of the tv, how the head flushes even more red.

He keeps jerking Jeongguk off, twists his wrist, rubs his thumb along the underside, angles it towards his face, eyes zeroed on the slit.

“Fuck— ahh— fuck— you want it on your face that bad?”

Jeongguk squirms on the couch, thighs flexing, hips bucking up into his hand. 

It’s amazing how the younger always twists it so that it isn’t really him who wants this— as if that helps his guilty conscience.

Jimin leans down, but looks up, finds Jeongguk’s big brown eyes as he slowly dips his tongue into the slit.

Jeongguk’s jaw drops, and his eyes shake.

“Oh— fuck—“

Jimin pulls back just in time, Jeongguk’s cock twitches in his hand, and cum spurts from the head onto his face— warm and sticky, over his nose, over his cheek, against his lips.

He shudders, keeps stroking Jeongguk’s length, moans with each rope of cum that shoots over his face, opens his mouth to catch some on his tongue— a little salty, a little wrong.

“Fuck— oh fuck, hyung— so pretty.” Jeongguk pants, hand wandering through his hair aimlessly. “Fuck— my cum looks so fucking good on you.”

“Mmh..” 

He blinks up at Jeongguk, hopes he can’t forget this sight at all. Whatever he looks like right now, he hopes it’s burned on his retina, and he hopes that whenever he’s with his girlfriend, this image pops up in his mind.