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“I don’t mind fucking you slow.” Jimin whispers. “But I really want to make a mess of you.”

Oh.

In the midst of a bed full of used sex toys, amongst them a teacup covered in cum, he didn’t really think it could get much messier. 

Jimin gives him a look then, waits for his consent with a small quirk of his brow. 

Jeongguk nods, not sure what exactly he’s saying yes to here, his heart is beating so fast he can’t distinguish between fear and excitement, maybe it’s a mix of both.

But he finds out quickly when Jimin leans back on to sit on his knees between his legs, slips out of him gently, and grabs that teacup from the sheets.

All he can do is stare wide-eyed how Jimin coats his fingers in it, uses his cum to lube up his length. 

“Fuck.. can’t believe you were fucking this thing.” Jimin breathes out, small smirk on his lips as he puts the cup back on the sheets. “Didn’t think you were that desperate.”

Heat rushes to his cheeks.

“You’ve been edging me left and right, always sharing toys but never giving me your mouth.” He looks at Jimin’s lips. “Of course I was desperate.”

“Mmh.” Jimin doesn’t seem particularly sorry, way too focused on how his dick looks covered in cum, licking his lips and all before he looks up at him. “Wanna try doggy?”

He asks it with that wicked look in his eyes, the one that sends a shiver down Jeongguk’s spine, but at the same time has him mouthwatering.

He’s about to get on his knees, but then casts a glance at Jimin’s cock, takes in just how big it is..

“Does it hurt?”

God, is he a pussy for asking that?

Jimin’s wicked grin fades into a soft smile, gaze instantly much warmer.

“It feels about the same as just now, but I can thrust deeper, and take you a little harder like that, but we don’t have to.”

Even deeper? 

He swallows, though the idea of it.. 

Can he even take that? 

“Hey.” Jimin cups his cheek, palm warm. “We don’t have to.”

He blinks a few times, chest rising and falling, a warmth spreads slowly through his body. 

“No, I want to try.” 

He says, gaze flickering down to Jimin’s cock once more, all coated in his own cum, glistening in the golden light. God fuck. Jimin really likes it dirty.

“I’ll be really careful, if you don’t like it we’ll stop.”

“Mmh.” 

He nods, slowly hitches himself up, positions himself on his hands and knees. 

It’s a little more nerve-wracking than lying on his back. He can’t see Jimin, can’t anticipate what he’s going to do, where he’s going to touch him. 

“Good..” Jimin breathes out, voice sounding a tad affected. “You look pretty like this.”

“Can’t even see my face.” 

“Your ass looks pretty.” Jimin’s warm hands slide over his hips, pull him back a little bit. “.. and your back muscles, plus your rim is all slick.”

Fuck..

He’s not really used to gay dirty talk, never thought having a guy call his ass pretty would do it for him, but his face is burning nonetheless, a mix of embarrassment and arousal. 

It’s got nothing on the sudden warmth pressing against his rim.

“O-oh—“

“Relax, it’s just my cock.” 

Jimin’s voice is a little more raspy now, sounds so fucking hot.

But that statement doesn’t help him relax at all. Not being able to see it happen somehow intensifies the feeling even more; the soft, wet cockhead rubbing against his rim, the wet sound it makes so obscene.

“Mm.. looks so hot with your cum.”

“Mmh.” 

A moan escapes him, and his eyelids slowly sink until they shut. 

“How does it feel?” Jimin prompts, rubbing up and down his rim with the head of his cock, slapping it against it. “You can tell me if it’s too much.”

“No— it’s good.” He pants, spreads his legs a little wider. “Feels.. warm.”

“Yeah?” Pressure slowly increases on his rim, and the flat of Jimin’s hand slides over his lower back. “Can I slip inside?”

“Ngh.” He nods, can’t even pretend his dick doesn’t twitch solely at the question. “Yeah.”

And much like Jimin asked, as soon as he pushes a little harder, his cock just slips past his rim without much strain, and fills him up all the way, until Jimin’s hips rest snugly against his ass.

A drawn-out moan escapes his mouth. Jimin was right, he reaches even deeper. When Jeongguk clenches around him he feels so incredibly full he gets dizzy with it. 

“How’s that?” Jimin checks in again, rubs over his lower back, then slides his hand to his ass, gives it a squeeze. “Still good?”

“Yeah— fuck.” He pants, holds the sheets a little tighter. “You’re big.”

There’s a soft chuckle, sounds more breathy than anything. 

“You don’t have to flatter me.” 

“Not flattery.” He shakes his head. “You’re stretching me open— like— like the fleshlight.”

Each time he used a fleshlight right after Jimin he could feel it, the impression of his cock, the girth. 

“Mmh..” Jimin’s moan sounds a little pleased, despite not needing the flattery. “You’re my personal fleshlight.”

O—

Oh

His jaw drops, arousal licks down his body, and all that comes out is a pitchy moan.

The heat is so pressing that he just starts moving back against Jimin’s cock— it can’t wait a second longer. He needs it. 

“Oh?” Jimin breathes out. “You like that?”

Fuck, how dare he sound so surprised after saying something so vulgar.

Jeongguk bites his lower lip, moves back until he’s filled to the brim, then moves forward to let it slide out a little, repeats that motion.

“Want me to use you like one?” Jimin’s voice dips lower. “Fuck you full of cum until you’re dripping?”

“Nngh.” 

He strangles a moan, grabs the sheets even tighter, can’t even manage a response to that.

“Mm?” Jimin thrusts into him once, shallow and swift. “Eat you out right after I fill you up?”

“A—ahh fuck.” He sucks in a sharp breath, nods then. “Yeah..”

Jimin’s hands clamp around his hips, and finally he moves, pulls almost all the way out, then thrusts back in, slow and deep.

“Nngh— fuck.” 

He groans, brings a hand down between his legs, wraps it around his sensitive cock. 

“Good?” 

Jimin asks softly, rolls his hips like a fucking god.

“Oh fuck—“ 

He gasps, his dick twitches in his hand.

Jimin has the audacity to stop moving.

“Too much?”

“No— fuck—“ He moves back a little desperately, couldn’t care less how depraved it looks. “Don’t stop.”

“Oh.” Jimin chuckles softly. “Sorry.”

Thank god Jimin resumes— squeezes his hips in his hands and thrusts into him with the ease of someone who fucks all the time.

He pictures what it looks like— the way Jimin rolled his hips when he fucked the fleshlight, he can feel it inside now, Jimin’s cock slides in so deep, curves up right against his sweet spot, drags back like it’s deriving pleasure out of him.

“Haa— fuck.” 

He pants, cheeks burning hot, a bit of drool spilling from his lower lip onto his chin. He’s not sure how long he’s able to handle this— he might have to tap out.

“Fuck..” Jimin groans. “So fucking hot.”

“Mmh.”

He tries to stroke himself, but Jimin picks up the pace slowly, until he can’t balance on one hand, has to hold onto the sheets. With each thrust, Jimin’s hips snap against his ass, and his body rocks forward a little.

“Ahh—“

Jimin wasn’t lying, his cock reaches deeper inside, and the pace gradually picks up until the room fills with the sound of skin slapping against skin— a wet squelch reminiscent of that fleshlight, and their moans and pants.

“Can I spit on your rim?”

“Yeah—“ He pants, cock leaking between his legs. “You can— you can use me.”

Jimin sucks in a sharp breath as if he loves hearing that, his cock throbs inside of him once, before it slips out entirely.

Jeongguk dares to look over his shoulder, just in time to see Jimin spit with a certain confidence that turns him on beyond measure.

A gasp leaves his lips, and when Jimin’s eyes find his own a thrill runs down his spine. 

Jimin’s eyes are all glazed over, face so flushed, nose and cheekbones shimmering with sweat, his dark hair messy and wet from the shower, pushed back. Nothing but that silver necklace resting between his pecs, dark brown nipples perked, abs so defined. 

A god is fucking him.

Jimin manages to give him the most fucked-out smirk, right before he aligns his cock back against his rim, and pushes inside. 

He moans, can’t keep his head up, just hangs it in complete defeat. That is, until Jimin’s hand cups his jaw, and his index and middle finger push against the seam of his lips, enter his mouth without hesitation.

“You don’t mind, mm?” Jimin thrusts in all the way, gyrates his hips. “If I keep your mouth occupied.”

“Nngh—“ 

He sucks around Jimin’s fingers, a little embarrassed that he indeed doesn’t mind at all, not an ounce of fight in his body.

“You’re my personal fleshlight, right?” Jimin picks up the pace, rubs his fingers down on his tongue. “My fuckdoll.”

“Mmh—“ He nods, drools around Jimin’s fingers, a bead of precum dribbling from the head of his cock onto the sheets. 

When Jimin slips them out he chases them, completely dazed, but they disappear from his sight, and god, his mouth feels so empty now.

“Here.” Jimin hands him the double ended sleeve that’s still dripping from earlier. “Clean it up for me.”

Oh—

He takes it, stares wide-eyed at the clear toy, Jimin’s cum dripping from one end. 

His vision goes blurry however, when two fingers tease his rim, and push inside alongside Jimin’s cock, stretching him even further.

“Aaah—“

“Mmh, fuck, you can take it.” Jimin pants, caresses over his lower back. “You can take it love.”

He melts at the nickname, relaxes his body until the stretch feels good, feels natural. Then he brings the double ended sleeve to his face, licks the remnants of Jimin’s cum from the entrance, pushes his tongue inside of it.

A guttural moan rumbles through his chest, the taste has his eyes rolling back instantly.

“Ah fuck—“ Jimin picks up the pace. “Almost forgot you’re a cumslut.”

Now that— 

His entire body lights up, burns at the accusation, but he can’t argue like this— tongue deep into the double ended sleeve, sucking and swallowing every bit of Jimin’s cum out of it as if it’s the sweetest nectar.

So instead of arguing he just moans, proves Jimin right by thrusting his tongue into the toy deeper, desperate for everything he can get out of it. 

Meanwhile Jimin rocks his hips forward harder, sounds breathless behind him, spits on his rim again.

It’s so overwhelming he can barely even breathe. His cock is bouncing with every thrust, slapping against his stomach, overly sensitive from all his previous orgasms, and yet pleasure surges through his veins once again, accumulates in his gut.

He’s so out of it he doesn’t notice Jimin moving around, only feels something brush against the head of his cock, familiar silicone lips—

“Jimin—“

“Fuck it for me.” Jimin sounds so on edge, like he’s going to come any second now. “Don’t want to waste your cum.”

Jesus—

He can’t do a single thing, Jimin fits the  fleshlight around his cock, and slides it down his length, the silicone lips hugging around him, sucking him inside, still wet and used. 

His entire system crashes. Jimin’s cock is so deep inside of him he sees stars, he’s tongue-deep into the used double-ended sleeve, the taste of cum burning on his palate, and Jimin is moving that fleshlight around his sensitive cock so good— how much pleasure can he take without fainting?

His moans don’t even sound normal to his own ears anymore— it borders whimpering, his eyes sting with tears just by how insanely overwhelming it all is. 

“Love it when you fuck my toys.” Jimin pants. “When you make them so dirty I can’t even recognise them.”

“F—fuck— Jimin—“ He groans, moves his hips, fucks into the fleshlight even though his cock can barely take it, came way too many times already. “Fuck I can’t—“

“You can.” Jimin moves the toy around him fast and messy, until the wet squelching is the only sound in the room. “One more.”

His vision blurs, he’s pretty sure he’s going cross-eyed, completely dumb on Jimin’s cock, driven by lust, arms trembling to keep himself upright but they give at some point, he just falls face down into the pillow.

“God fuck—“ 

Jimin groans behind him, fucks him even harder, drives him into the mattress with every snap of his hips, cock reaching so deep. 

It’s when Jimin spanks his ass once that his entire body goes taut, all his muscles pull tight and a drawn-out moan escapes his mouth as his orgasm rips through his body with absolutely no mercy. 

“A—ahh fuck— oh fuckkk—“

He squeezes his eyes tightly shut, a tear spilling from the corner against the pillow, mouth wide open as he comes deep into the fleshlight. 

Jimin fucks him like a ragdoll, every thrust fuelled with the sheer need to come— until his hips snap forward particularly hard, and he stays right there, buried inside of him to the brim, broken moan echoing against the walls.

He can’t feel it, not physically, but the knowledge that Jimin is coming inside of him— filling him up, that alone has him grasping the sheets until his knuckles turn white, cock twitching once again even though it’s spent, slipping out of the fleshlight.

“Mmh— fuck, Jeongguk.” 

Jimin moans, rolls his hips in that sensual way, fucks his cum even deeper inside. 

“S-stop— I can’t.” He shakes his head against the pillow. “Can’t take it.”

“Mmh, I’ll slip out now.” Jimin caresses over hiss lower back, slowly slips out of him. “Better?”

Jeongguk can finally breathe just a little bit, nods against the pillow, manages a soft “yeah”

It would probably be manlier to just lie down immediately, but he stays like that, face down, ass up, catching his breath. He’s sweaty all over, it prickles over his back, his hair sticks against his forehead and temples. 

Nothing could have prepare him for the heat dragging right over his rim. A pathetic moan falls from his mouth, his legs quiver.

“What—what are you—“

Jimin’s warm hands clamp around the back of his thighs, warm breath fans against his skin, and then once more, a hot, wet sensation licks around his rim. 

Oh.

Oh fuck, Jimin did say he was going to eat him out right after filling him up— but— Jesus it’s so intimate.

He gasps, cheeks burning hot as the tip of Jimin’s tongue dips into his hole.

“Fuuuck.” He moans, holds onto the pillow tightly, can do nothing but take it. “Jimin..”

At no point in his life did he ever think he’d end up like this. Face down ass up for his roommate, letting him eat him out right after letting him come inside, but fuck he’s glad he’s experiencing this. Never thought he could feel so much pleasure that he’d go numb.

And this is only their first time too, he’s afraid what else Jimin’s got up his sleeve.

Luckily, for as hard Jimin was taking him, he’s eating him out slow; languid licks over his rim, tongue slipping past the ring of muscle with ease, unhurried. 

Jeongguk breathes out a pleased moan, relaxes entirely, lets Jimin pleasure him.

“So good..” He drools against the pillow, eyelids sinking until they’re shut. “You’re so fucking good.”

“Nngh..” Jimin slips his tongue out, presses a few kisses on his ass cheek. “You’re so pretty, all wet for me.”

“Mmh.” 

After a few more minutes, Jimin presses a final kiss on the back of his thigh, then crawls up next to him.

Jeongguk lets himself fall onto his side with a soft moan, completely out of it. He’s not sure he’s fully conscious when Jimin pulls him into an embrace, only comes to when every limb of them is intertwined, and his lips are covered by those pretty ones.

He’s used to the taste of Jimin’s cum on his tongue by now, can’t get enough of it, licks deep into Jimin’s mouth just to chase the remnants. 

No one has ever gotten him this wired on lust before in his life, no one has made him so incredibly needy, so messy, except Jimin. Something about Jimin makes him insatiable, makes him do things he can barely believe he’d ever do, enjoy things he never thought he could enjoy. 

In the midst of their makeout, Jimin slowly rolls on top, breaks the kiss and nudges his nose with his own.

“Want to fuck me?”

Those siren eyes peer into his own, hold him hostage.

Jeongguk blinks a few times, thought the danger passed but he’s still fighting for his life.

“What— now? I just came.”

“Not now, after I fuck myself open for your cock.”

..

Oh.

Heat rushes to his cheeks. 

Jimin can be so vulgar when he wants to be. Somehow it still surprises him.

He peeks between their bodies, can’t see his cock but he’s sure it’s not worth looking at right now, completely spent.

When he looks up, Jimin quirks his brow, that wicked glint in his eyes that’s so contagious. 

“Uh— yeah, I just— I’m not sure if I can get it up again.”

“Mm, no pressure.” Jimin slides off of him, looks around the bed, grabs that big dildo, then winks at him. “I’ll use this one first.”

“Oh.. right..” 

He nods, follows Jimin’s every move, how he lubes it up, brings it between his legs so easily, pulls out the small buttplug first, then presses the head of the dildo right against his rim. 

“Isn’t that.. too big?”

He breathes out, barely able to tear his eyes off the sight. 

Jimin whips his hair out of his face, looks at him, corner of his mouth puling up.

“I like the stretch.”

Jeongguk can’t muster a reply to that, watches with barely withheld jealousy how Jimin lifts one of his thighs up by the back, and pushes the dildo past his rim. 

Fuck.

He sits up a little more just so he can get a better view; the stretch of Jimin’s pretty rim around the silicone, the slick shimmering in the golden moodlight, every inch of that dildo pushing in little by little. 

“Mmh— fuck.” 

Jimin throws his head back into the pillow, pretty neck on display, all flushed. 

Jeongguk swallows, but his throat is a little dry. Licking sweat off Jimin’s skin isn’t a great way to quench it, but he can’t let a bare neck like that taunt him forever. 

He presses kisses all over Jimin’s jugular, licks a stripe over his adam’s apple, bites him gently right under the hinge of his jaw.

Finally all access, no more no touching rule, he can kiss and touch Jimin however much he likes, he’s even so bold as to suck a little mark close to his collarbone, he’s sure no one working in an adult toy lab would look up if Jimin shows up with a few marks. 

He’s so lost in the softness of Jimin’s skin that the slick, succulent sounds only register after a minute or so. 

He lifts his head, finds Jimin with that fleshlight in his hand, tongue buried inside, lapping up his come, sucking on the silicone lips, absolutely shameless. 

“Fuck— so good.” 

Jimin pants, drags the tip of his tongue over the entrance a few more times, almost as if it’s a real pussy, probing to get a reaction, teasing it relentlessly.

Yeah.. whoever fumbled this guy.. Jeongguk feels for them.

His dick twitches to life from just watching Jimin lose himself in that fleshlight. He’s not even being touched, he’s just a witness to how Jimin is fucking himself and just that seems to trigger his arousal.

How is he ever going to get out of this room?

Jimin might as well take a sick leave so they can stay locked up here for a while, until they’ve had every inch of each other.

He licks his lips, runs his eyes down Jimin’s body again, follows the way he arches on the mattress, moves the dildo in and out. 

Siyeon never let him try anal with her. He’d asked somewhere along the relationship, never really cared that she said no, but the interest had stayed. He’d always look it up when watching porn.

It’s just so pretty; Jimin’s rim stretched around the girth of the dildo, all slick with lube, a little flushed. It has his mouth watering, dick twitching against his stomach, rising slowly. 

As if Jimin can sense it, he opens his eyes, darts them down, smirk curling on his lips.

“Thought you couldn’t get it up again.”

“Usually after the fifth it gets difficult” He looks down as well, curls his hand around his cock, hisses at the contact. “It’s really sensitive though.”

“Mm..” Jimin does not seem to mind that, bites his plush lower lip like he can barely wait. “How do you want me?”

Just the question sends a shiver down his spine. He runs his eyes up and down Jimin’s body multiple times, then slowly gets up on his knees, manoeuvres himself between Jimin’s legs, pushes the back of his thighs up.

“Like this..” 

He says.

Jimin just grins up at him, looks like a menace even though he’s on his back for him. Nevertheless he slips the dildo out, throws it on the sheets, all slick with lube. 

“Good.” Jimin puts his hands behind his head on the pillow, face flushed, smirk dirty. “All yours.”

For some reason, his heartbeat picks up considerably. It sort of feels like a first time, he’s got a bit of performance fright. Though, how different can it be? He knows how to fuck. 

He takes the lube, squirts some on his hand and really carefully curls it around his cock, shivers at the touch. 

“That sensitive?”

“Mmh.” He nods, coats his cock in it. “But I kind of like it.”

“Yeah, I bet.” Jimin chuckles softly. “You use the automatic masturbator on your dick when it’s soft.”

“Mm..” The tips of his ears burn as he aligns the head of his cock with Jimin’s rim. “At some point when it’s that sensitive it just starts feeling good, even if it hurts.”

He looks at Jimin then, finds his monolid, dark brown eyes catching the golden moodlight, luring him in. 

God fuck..

He leans in until the heat of Jimin’s rim catches on the head of his cock, shudders at how soft and wet it feels, before pushing past the ring of muscle.

“Ahh— fuck.” He throws his head back, squeezes the back of Jimin’s thigh. “Fuck that’s— you’re so—“

“Tight?”

“Yeah..”

Tight, hot, and so fucking wet. It’s like sliding right into heaven, Jimin’s hole just sucks him in like his cock belongs there. 

Once he’s buried inside to the brim, he just catches his breath, stares down at Jimin who’s doing the same thing, chest heaving, small smirk still on his lips.

It’s contagious really, whenever Jimin casts him that grin he finds himself mirroring it, a little tingle in his chest. 

He moves his hips once, twice, experimentally.

“Ngh—“ Jimin’s eyes flutter shut instantly. “Keep going.”

“Okay.” 

He breathes out, wouldn’t dare oppose any of Jimin’s demands, even though his cock is tingling a little. 

It’s only the first few experimental thrusts that his cock feels a little too sensitive, and he has to keep his sharp intakes of breath to himself, but after that, the familiar pleasure builds up slowly, and he can finally snaps his hips forward a little harder.

And— fuck.

The sight of Jimin on his back, legs spread, taking his cock has got to be the most insane sight.

He gasps, ears ringing as he follows every inch of his cock sliding deep inside, Jimin’s body rocking back against the mattress. The slick sound it makes each time he pulls out a little and plunges back in.

A moan that borders a whine slips past his lips, is eyelids sink and his body just takes over.

“Fuck—“ Jimin moans, hands grabbing onto the pillow. “Just— just like that.”

“Mmh.” 

He nods, drives his hips forward, buries his cock inside over and over until that familiar sound of skin slapping against skin fills his ears. 

Yeah.. this is it.

This is the best feeling in the world.

Maybe even better than Jimin fucking him;  undecided. 

He presses kisses along the inside of Jimin’s knee, but at some point he can’t handle himself; lets go of Jimin’s legs just so he can lean down, catch that pretty mouth with his own.

Jimin wraps his legs around his lower back instead, snakes his arms around his neck and opens his lips eagerly for him. 

He’s not sure if Jimin is really big on kissing but he sure is, can barely even look at those pink pillowy lips without closing the distance. 

Maybe it’s gay— or, well— yeah, it’s gay in the sense that he’s having gay sex, but it’s also gay in the sense that he loves making out while fucking. 

What can he say? He loves the taste of Jimin’s mouth, loves the remnants of his own cum on his tongue, goes insane for the way Jimin spits in his mouth in the midst of the kiss. 

He bucks his hips a little harder, moans into Jimin’s mouth, buries himself so deep and gyrates his hips just to find Jimin’s sweet spot, then tries to thrust against that exact spot— doesn’t stop until Jimin can’t kiss back anymore, until he’s just moaning underneath him, moving back on his cock. 

“Right there?” He breathes against Jimin’s mouth. “Feel good?”

“Yeah— fuck.” Jimin nods, eyebrows knitted together. “So fucking good.”

He keeps going for a little longer, but then can’t help himself, slides an arm under Jimin’s back and repositions them.

“Woah— what are you—“

“Want to try it like this.” 

He breathes out, once he’s sitting on the mattress, Jimin sitting on top, his cock still buried inside. 

Jimin’s face is flushed, hair sticking to his forehead, lips spit-slick and swollen— if there’s any sanity left it’s not visible, his eyes are glazed over, eyelids hanging.

So hot..

He grabs Jimin’s waist with both his hands, lifts him up slowly, and lets him sink back down on his cock.

“O—oh.” Jimin gasps, eyes rolling back. “Fuck yes.”

That’s enough confirmation for him to keep going. He tucks his bottom lip under his teeth, takes in the sight of Jimin’s cock bouncing up and down each time he lifts him and pulls him back on his cock. It’s drooling from the flushed tip, precum dribbling down the length.

“Fuck..” He pants, bucks his hips up a little harder, impatient. “Look so good on my cock.”

“Ah fuck—“

Jimin uses his thick thighs to lift himself up a little more, holds onto his shoulders so hard it might leave marks— but god Jeongguk is into that.

He’s never gotten ridden to the point that he can say someone is bouncing on his cock, but Jimin is bouncing on it, their skin slapping together with each thrust, that slick, wet squelch each time his cock sinks back inside.

Jimin’s eyelids sink a little deeper each time, he can barely keep his head upright, filthy moans slipping past his lips, moving back on his cock without any rhythm, and though this is their first time, Jeongguk can tell that he’s close. 

His eyes drag down to Jimin’s cock, how flushed it is, how it twitches, on the brink. 

He can’t let it go to waste. 

When he thrusts in particularly hard, Jimin’s eyes roll back, a moan that borders a whimper fills the room, and cum shoots from the head of his cock in pretty white streaks.

“Aahh—“

Jeongguk catches whatever he can in the palm of his hand, brings it up to Jimin’s mouth, doesn’t ask when he smears cum over his plush lips.

Just like Jimin grabs the back of his neck and crashes their lips together without any warning, it’s completely mindless, they’re functioning on pure lust, nothing else matters.

“Ngh—“

It’s slick and dirty, and perfect, Jimin’s cum warm on his tongue, Jimin’s lips slotting between his own. 

He groans into Jimin’s mouth, wraps his arms around his lower back tightly as he rocks his hips up, rhythmless, hard, until his vision blurs, everything goes completely silent for a second but for that high ringing in his ears when his orgasm strikes through his body.

“A—Ahhh fuck—“

It’s so intense it’s borderline painful, but for some reason that only turns him on. Even when Jimin clenches around his sensitive cock and milks him through it, he doesn’t want it to stop. 

In the midst of it he finds Jimin’s lips again, needs every part of their bodies to touch, needs to be deep inside of him everywhere, fill him up to the brink, lick into his mouth in the hopes his taste lingers on Jimin’s tongue. 

They’re a slick, wet mess when they fall back onto the mattress on their sides, limbs still intertwined, lips still connected. 

It’s not the most comfortable he’s ever been with a buttplug pressing against his hip, a fleshlight under his arm, a teacup somewhere near his knee, but he can’t find the will to clean up.

HIs entire body relaxes in Jimin’s embrace, the languid drag of those plush lips against his own brings him to heaven. 

Yeah, all that his brain can manage is a static buzz, nothing else really goes on up there.

It’s god knows how much later when Jimin breaks the kiss. Time got lost on him the second Jimin asked for dessert.

He flutters his eyes open, disoriented, met by an equally dazed Jimin.

A soft, gentle smile pulls on those pretty ruined lips. How did he resist them for this long? It’s a miracle he didn’t find out he liked guys sooner.

“There’s a dildo poking my side.” 

Jimin whispers then. 

Jeongguk snorts.

“I’ve got a teacup somewhere under my leg.”

A soft chuckle falls from Jimin’s lips.

“What a mess, hm?”

“Mmh.” He nods, brings his hand up to Jimin’s face and wipes away some cum with his fingers. “Sorry.”

Jimin catches his wrist swiftly, drags his tongue along his index finger, wraps his lips around his middle finger and sucks it into his mouth, cleans them up.

“Fuck..” he breathes out, a little tingle running down his spine. “you’re insane..”

Jimin slips his mouth off with a wet pop, gives him the prettiest, lazy grin.

“Just greedy.”

His siren eyes glisten in the moodlight, and Jeongguk isn’t entirely sure Jimin is human. He must be some mythical creature, something only fairytales describe. Would explain why he’s outerwordly beautiful. 

“Let me clean you up.” Jimin says then, while caressing a hand through his hair. “Not with my tongue this time.”

The wink that follows has Jeongguk’s cheeks burning up, but he can’t do anything but accept.

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It’s so worth it.

Taking a bath right after sex is one of the best things ever. They rinsed off under the shower, and now he’s enjoying one of the most intimate things he’s ever experienced. Well, next to having Jimin’s tongue up his ass. 

He’s sitting between Jimin’s legs, his back pressed against Jimin’s chest, soft lips kissing all over his neck as a sponge gently drags over his body; circular patterns down his chest, stomach, between his legs.

A pleased sigh escapes him, and he just leans his head back against Jimin’s shoulder. 

“I could get used to this.” He murmurs.

“Mmh.” 

Jimin’s low hum vibrates right against his ear, right before teeth enclose around the lobe, the sting of a gentle bite sending tingles down his spine.

Though he’s only really had one long relationship, he can’t say he’s ever felt this loved or cared for. It’s so sweet, being thoroughly cleaned, having Jimin’s hands in his hair, gently massaging the shampoo and conditioner, being littered in kisses.

He’s even more dazed after that than after the sex, but that doesn’t stop him from reversing the roles. 

He pulls Jimin close to his chest in the tub, nuzzles his face into his neck as he takes  the sponge and wipes every inch of him down, returns all the love he received.

“Mmh..” Jimin reaches behind, small hand tangles into Jeongguk’s hair, caresses over his scalp. “Let’s have sex in the tub next time.”

Jeongguk stops in his tracks, didn’t think it was possible but his dick twitches once, it’s quite painful. He sucks in a sharp breath. 

Jimin chuckles, looks at him over his shoulder, that smirk on his lips.

“Sorry.”

“All good.” He breathes out, presses a chaste kiss on Jimin’s cheek. “Think my dick needs a break.”

“Yeah? Did I tire you out?”

“No.” He’s a little too proud to admit it. “Just not used to dessert before dinner.” 

A beat passes, then Jimin laughs softly.

“Sure.” 

Involuntarily, the corners of his mouth curl up as well, and he just gives into it, hugs Jimin a little tighter, kisses him right under his ear.

It’s nice and warm, the water surrounding them, the bubbles hugging around their bodies. For a good while he just leans back against the edge of the tub, Jimin lying against his chest, soaking up everything.

Jimin draws patterns on the surface, the only sound in the room their simultaneous breaths and the rippling of the water.

It feels so right. 

His heart thumps steadily against his ribcage, and when Jimin leans his head back against his shoulder and breathes out slowly, it sends a warmth through his entire body.

“We are together now, right?” 

The question slips past his lips a little out of nowhere. 

It’s apparently funny, Jimin chuckles softly, looks over his shoulder. 

“Yeah, I hope so?”

“Yeah no— yeah, good.” He nods, cheeks burning up. “I was just checking.”

Jimin’s smile spreads even wider and god— he looks so pretty like this; afterglow on his face, dark hair all wet, pushed back to reveal his sharp brows, monolid eyes, plush lips.

He lingers there for a while, heartbeat picking up steadily.

“So.. should we plan an actual date then?” He darts his eyes up. “Like— something that is not fucking fleshlights in each other’s vicinity?”

Jimin laughs a little, then nods.

“Yeah, I could take you somewhere, I know a really good place.” 

“What is it?”

“I’ll take you tomorrow, you’ll find out, okay?”

Jeongguk blinks a few times, but just the sweet gaze he gets melts him, so he nods a few times.

“Good.” Jimin cups his jaw, leans in close, lips brushing against his. “Can we make out before dinner?”

“Definitely.”

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Waking up next to Jimin is probably the best thing that’s ever happened to him.

He’s so giddy when he gets pulled in for a morning hug, the sweetest, softest kisses right as the sun shines through the curtains.

Showering together is also one of his new favourite things. Not just seeing Jimin naked first thing, but also how Jimin washes his hair for him, pulls him close, lets his hands slide down his body when he rinses him.

And while he makes breakfast, Jimin makes tea right next to him, casts him those sweet glances. Each time he needs to be somewhere where Jimin is, he sneaks his arms around his lithe frame, cages him against the counter and kisses his neck. And each time Jimin needs to be somewhere where he is, he gets that familiar squeeze in the nape of his neck, a pat on his butt.

Never did he think morning routines would have him this happy. His entire body burns when they sit across of each other in their respective chairs, drinking tea from the same cups as always. (yes they did rinse Jimin’s thoroughly, even though Jimin said he wouldn’t mind.that freak.) 

Even the way Jimin hooks his foot around his ankle has him suppressing a giggle. A giggle of all things. Never has a grown man made him giggle, and yet here he is, biting his lower lip, avoiding eye contact solely cause he can’t take it.

God, he’s gay.

“Still not saying where you’ll be taking me?” He asks then, looks up from his cup. “No hints?”

Jimin casts him a mysterious little smile over the rim of his cup.

“Well, for one, I’ll definitely take you to dinner, it’s a really good place near the lake.” 

“Mm.” He bites back a smile. “And before that?”

“You’ll see.” 

Jimin winks, then sips his tea.

Jeongguk pretends curiosity doesn’t eat him alive, but the way he downs his tea and practically drags Jimin out of the house is a little telling.

——————

He should have known..

The building is multiple stories high, very colourful, so unassuming from the outside, it doesn’t even have a name he would really give a store like this, what the hell even is pop life department?

Every story is filled with different types of adult toys— things he’s never even seen before, things he didn’t know existed. His jaw hasn’t shut since they’ve stepped inside.

Jimin squeezes his hand, intertwines their fingers, leads him to a particular section in the back.

It’s all from this one brand that he’s seen before Toys4Boys written across the packages. His cheeks burn up considerably as he looks at each and every one of the toys.

When he checks his side, Jimin has that playful glint in his eyes, that spark he can’t resist.

“Before I take you to the restaurant..” Jimin leans a little closer, until his plush lips brush up against his ear. “Pick one for me?”