“Is it true?” Seon Woo asked.
Jungkook lay with his phone pressed against his ear in Jimin's guest bedroom. It was a bright morning, but it was hard for him to enjoy the weather when the burden of what he needed to do pressed on his shoulders.
“Yes,” Jungkook said. “Jimin wouldn't lie about something like that.”
Seon Woo's sigh came over the phone. “Well...I wish the best for him. Even though I can't lust after him anymore.”
“You can still lust after him,” Jungkook said. “It's not like you had a real chance with him whether he was gay or straight anyway, so what you fantasize about doesn't matter.”
“Yah!” Seon Woo shouted. “How can you say that to your girlfriend?” she scolded.
Jungkook chuckled.
“Not only do you not care if I fantasize about somebody else, but you're saying I'm not good enough for him.” He could hear her pout over the phone.
“That's not what I'm saying at all,” Jungkook said. “I'm just saying...he would never really notice you.”
“Yah!”
Jungkook felt good to be able to joke with Seon Woo again. He hoped she would want to stay friends after...
He cleared his throat. “...Seon Woo?”
“Yeah. What is it?”
“So...” His throat fought to form words but nothing came out. His Adam's apple only managed to make a few nervous bouncing movements beneath his skin before it settled in a pathetic bout of stillness. Jungkook couldn't do this. What was he thinking? Seon Woo had been his girlfriend for four years. And it had been pleasant. Why ruin a good thing?
“Hmm?” Seon Woo's voice came over the line again, prompting him to say what he wanted to say. She always knew when he needed time to gather his thoughts, never pushy or demanding that he speak. Tears came to Jungkook's eyes.
“Never mind,” he said. “I just miss you, that's all.”
“I miss you too.” He could hear the smile in her voice.
“How's your dad?” Jungkook asked. “You said he was doing better?”
“Yeah. They just gave him an injection, and he was fine.”
They finished having their conversation without Jungkook broaching the subject of a breakup. He wasn't sure he wanted to do it anymore.
How was he supposed to know what the right thing to do was? He wished someone would just tell him exactly what to do.
* * *
“Let's just go ahead and enlist in the military,” Jungkook said that evening as he sat at the kitchen island in Jimin's kitchen, watching Jimin try to bake a cake. Or something. He didn't know. He hadn't paid attention when Jimin was telling him what he was doing.
“What?” Jimin asked, sending Jungkook a bemused look over his shoulder.
“I mean...since our careers are up in the air. We might as well take this time to take a break, right?”
'And it would be refreshing to give over my life to someone else for almost two years,' Jungkook thought. Someone telling him when to eat, when to sleep, when to take a piss...it sounded ideal right about now. If his life went to shit, it wouldn't be his fault because he wouldn't be the one making the decisions.
“Is this about Seon Woo?” Jimin asked, leaning against the counter, facing Jungkook.
Jungkook pouted, hating that he was so easy to read. “I thought you didn't wanna talk about her.”
Jimin sighed. “That's only because I don't know if I can be completely impartial since I think you're hot,” he said playfully, trying to raise Jungkook's spirits – if only a little.
Jungkook smiled politely, thanking him for the attempt, but it didn't reach his eyes.
“But you can talk about her,” Jimin said seriously. “If nothing else, I can always listen.”
Jungkook shook his head. The truth was he didn't know if there was anything to say. It's not like he didn't know what his problems were. He was attracted to Jimin; he had a girlfriend; he felt like he was just now opening his eyes to the person he was supposed to be and not the person he was back in Busan just following everyone else's lead because he didn't know any other thing to do or way to be.
Yeah, he knew his problems. He just didn't know how to fix them. And he wasn't sure talking would help.
“Thanks,” he said. “But no thanks. I'll figure it out.”
* * *
But thirty minutes later, when the cake was baked and decorated, Jimin stepped out of the kitchen to find Jungkook with his head in his hands. His hair was unkempt as if he had run his hands through it a thousand times – most likely in frustration.
It looked like figuring things out was easier said than done.
Jimin stepped fully into the room and gently placed the cake down on the coffee table. He wasn't sure what he should do. He didn't know if she should try to comfort Jungkook or let him be.
He tried for comfort.
“Umm...” he said. “You know, Jungkook...” He walked forward and sat next to the other man, placing his hand gently on his shoulder. “You don't have to get everything figured out in one day. There's no rush.”
Jungkook shrugged away from his touch and, without looking up, he knew that he hurt Jimin's feelings. “I'm sorry,” he said, his face still buried in his hands. “I'm just so confused right now.”
“That's okay,” Jimin said, careful to comfort him with his words instead of his touch. “I was confused for years before I finally just accepted who I am.”
“But that's just it,” Jungkook agonized, sitting up to stare at Jimin. “I don't know who I am. I don't know if I'm gay or bi or...if I'm just curious. What if I'm messing everything up when all I want is...some kind of variety in bed or something...I don't know.”
He stared at Jimin's concerned eyes. The way his plump lips were pushed out into a pout. He was so pretty. “Or maybe it's just you,” Jungkook whispered, his voice a low gravel.
Jimin felt a jolt of arousal spark in his lower abdomen, but he hurriedly quashed it, knowing what Jungkook was going through wasn't easy. And he couldn't let his libido dictate how he handled this situation. His tongue flicked out to lick his lips.
“Umm...Maybe it doesn't have to be an official breakup...” Jimin suggested. “You could talk to Seon Woo; tell her you just need a break. To figure some things out.”
Jungkook scoffed. “A break is the same as a breakup.”
Jimin smirked. “Okay, Ross.”
They both sat in silence for a moment. “Well, you can either do that,” Jimin finally said. “Or keep sitting here and not getting anything done.”
“I prefer that option. The second one.”
“You're the worst,” Jimin said, his reluctant smile being antithesis to his words. He stood up and hovered over Jungkook for a moment before brushing his hand gently across his hair. “Well, whatever you do, I support you. Okay?”
It was then that Jungkook's mind became clear. He knew what he was going to do. He smiled gently up at Jimin, touched. He also suspected that he felt something inside of him move, but he didn't want to worry about any potential health problems so he didn't linger on that particular feeling. “Thanks, hyung.”
Jimin gave one more gentle pinch to Jungkook's chin before turning away and picking up the cake he had baked. “We'll save this for later. I was gonna claim it as your coming out cake, but...we're not there yet.”
Jungkook chuckled as Jimin made his way back to the kitchen with the cake in his hands.
He then went to his room and made another call to Seon Woo.
* * *
“I hope Jungkook goes solo.”
“I hate the thought of someone as perverted as Jimin being near someone as innocent as Jungkook. What if he corrupts him?”
“We should start a petition to get Jimin kicked out.”
Jimin couldn't help but to sneak online and read comments even though he had told himself not to. Anger and sadness boiled the blood beneath his skin. He wondered how many of these people he had considered fans before? Had he loved and thanked and performed for these people that were now turning around to stab him in his front and his back?
He needed a drink.
“She cried.”
Jimin looked up, startled, to see Jungkook standing in his bedroom doorway. He quickly closed the laptop in his lap and sat it aside. “She cried?” he repeated. When his mind caught up to the present and stopped lingering on the comments he had just read, he realized what Jungkook must be referring to. He had broken up with his girlfriend. Jimin immediately shifted, immediately wanting to go to the other man to comfort him but unsure if that's what Jungkook would want. “Are you okay?”
Jungkook shrugged. But from the redness of his eyes, Jimin could tell Jungkook had cried too. After knowing him for the time he had known him, Jimin surmised long ago that Jungkook was more sensitive than he liked to let on.
“I'm going to go get us some drinks,” Jimin said, making up his mind.
“It's two in the afternoon,” Jungkook protested lightly.
“Even better,” Jimin said. “We have the whole day to drink away.”
* * *
“Do you think she'll ever talk to you again?” Jimin asked.
They were sitting on the floor of Jimin's bedroom with two bottles of wine and half full wine glasses between them. A random Netflix show was playing on Jimin's laptop screen.
“I don't know,” Jungkook said. “I hope so...”
His glass was mostly untouched. Jimin's was going on empty.
“Don't drink too much,” Jungkook said, gently bringing the glass down from Jimin's lips and setting it away from him.
“Why not?” Jimin was barely buzzed. He wanted to forget the comments he just read.
“What's wrong? You seem almost as upset as I am and you didn't even break up with anybody today.”
“I did.”
“Who?”
“Our fans.”
Jungkook was silent for a moment. “What happened?”
“I read comments.”
“Oh, Jimin...” Jungkook said.
“I know!” Jimin whined with a frown. “I know I shouldn't have. I couldn't help it.”
“Jiminie! Why'd you do that?” Jungkook exaggerated his cry and left honorifics by the wayside in order to lighten the mood.
It worked. Jimin slapped his shoulder and laughed. “I couldn't help it,” he said again. “I couldn't resist.”
“What'd they say?”
Jimin frowned. “They all want me to leave so I can't corrupt you.”
Jungkook scoffed. “What if I want to be corrupted?”
His gaze caught Jimin's and a secretive smile pulled at his lips. Jimin tried to fight back his own but it didn't work. Blushing, he slapped Jungkook's shoulder again.
“You can finally show me what it's all about,” Jungkook said, trying to be seductive but failing since he couldn't maintain eye contact. He turned his gaze away and a small blush creeped up his neck.
Jimin's smile turned gentle. “Are you sure you're ready? We don't have to rush anything.”
“I'm ready,” Jungkook said, sitting up and locking eyes with Jimin once again. “I want to know what it's like.”
Jimin contemplated for a second. He really didn't know if it was the right thing to have sex with a bi-curious man who had just broken up with a long-time girlfriend. Not unless they both knew what they were getting into.
“Okay,” he said. “But just to be clear...I'm not expecting anything after this, you know? You don't have to label yourself as anything you don't completely feel. And we don't have to label our relationship as anything other than what we've been to each other, hyung and dongsaeng. Okay?”
Jungkook smiled. He felt a little lighter after Jimin's words, releasing a weight that he hadn't even been aware he had been holding. “Okay,” he said. “Thank you.”
Jimin chuckled. “Don't thank me after something like that. It's weird.”
Jungkook chuckled as well, his nose scrunching. “Okay,” he said. “So...you wanna...?” He pointed towards the bed.
“Yeah,” Jimin replied. “Get up there.”
* * *
Jungkook's body thrummed with excitement and nerves as he waited for Jimin to come out of the bathroom.
'Should I go ahead and take my clothes off?' he wondered. 'Or would that be weird? Shirt. I'll take my shirt off at least.'
He pulled his shirt off over his head and took a quick glance at his abs to make sure they were still prominent and defined. They were. Good. He turned over onto his side and propped his head up onto his hand, facing the door to Jimin's room and waiting for the other man to come back in. But that felt too staged so he flipped onto his back to stare at the ceiling. That was weird. He took his previous position. He didn't have time to fret anymore when the door opened and Jimin came back inside, his hair slightly wet as if he had pushed his hands through it.
“Just had to sober up a little,” he muttered as he came back inside. “What are you doing?” He held back a smile. Jungkook looked frozen. He appreciated the display of abs though. The smile he tried to hide broke out as his lips quirked upward. “You getting ready for me?” He couldn't keep the husky tone of his voice from slipping through as it truly settled on him that he was finally going to indulge in something he had only previously fantasized about.
The blush that began to creep across Jungkook's face only made Jimin's smile widen. 'Cute,' he thought.
Jimin's stare felt like a physical touch moving across Jungkook's body. He had the fleeting urge to cover himself up and fidget, but he fought it. “Ahem,” Jungkook cleared his throat. “Just...come over here,” he said, trying to sound confident but the demand came out as more of a timid request. “Let's make out first,” he continued. “I think I need to warm up.”
“Don't worry,” Jimin said with a soft smile, wanting to wrap Jungkook up in a swarm of blankets and keep him forever. “I'll be gentle.”
* * *
Their first sober and consent-given kiss was tentative.
Jimin caged Jungkook within the protective frame of his arms as he leaned down to place a soft kiss against the younger man's tremulous lips. He felt Jungkook's hand come up to lay against his side, his touch awkward and unsure as if he didn't know where to touch. Jimin lifted his lips slightly only to press down once again with another gentle touch of his lips against the other man's. He ran a finger down Jungkook's jawline and pulled away to look into his eyes.
“Okay?” he asked. “Do you want to keep going?”
Jungkook blinked as if he was coming out of a fog and nodded.
Jungkook's heart was pounding in his chest. This was actually happening. He was kissing a man.
Jimin.
He was kissing Jimin.
He clenched the shirt at Jimin's side as the older man began to deepen the kiss. The pressure of lips and then the pulsing of a tongue against his own. Jungkook opened to allow it all. It felt nice. More than nice. And his heart continued to pound except it seemed to be pounding in his ears now. Unknowing to himself, a lusty sigh passed his lips and was swallowed by Jimin's own.
“You like that?” Jimin asked, pleased to have heard an auditory response from Jungkook.
Jungkook felt an aroused pinch in his stomach at the question, but it was apparently rhetorical because Jimin didn't give him time to respond before he was kissing him again.
Jungkook lifted Jimin's shirt and gently trailed his fingers along Jimin's waist, feeling the hard muscles there. He was so masculine. Different than the softness he was used to feeling with Seon Woo.
He was surprised to feel his manhood harden at the sensory change, though. There was a rush of adrenaline and a sense of power at the reality of having another man in his bed, responding to the touch of his hands. And this wasn't just any man. This was Park Jimin. A man he had come to view as more than a friend but someone he looked up to as well. Jungkook pulled Jimin to fully straddle him and moved to grasp each of the older man's round hips.
“Mmm,” Jimin moaned, slowly grinding his hardness against Jungkook's own. “I like that baby,” he whispered, his lips moving against Jungkook's. Their breath mingling. “Keep touching me.”
Jimin was always vocal with what he liked in bed, but he made sure to do more of it in this instance, remembering that this was all new to Jungkook. He was about to take his same sex virginity.
Jungkook startled a little at Jimin's use of a pet name, but he heeded Jimin's words and squeezed Jimin's firm ass causing the older man to grind against him once again. A furrow appeared in Jungkook's brow as he became overwhelmed by the pleasurable friction of their bodies.
Jimin sat up and pulled his shirt over his head. Keeping him steady with his hands on his hips, Jungkook admired the view. Jimin's skin stretched over the tight muscles of a hardened chest. Jungkook chuckled.
“It's weird,” he muttered.
Jimin threw his shirt aside and asked, “What?”
“To not see boobs.”
Jimin almost laughed. Almost. Instead, he placed a light slap against Jungkook's cheek. “Get your mind off boobs.”
Jungkook felt that pinch of arousal low in his stomach again. He shifted his hips against Jimin to let him know non-verbally that his mind was where it needed to be in the moment.
Jimin fell back over Jungkook and pressed a hot kiss to his mouth. “After what I'm going to do to you, you'll never think about boobs again,” Jimin whispered in a gravelly tone.
After sending a roller coaster looping inside Jungkook's stomach with his words, Jimin began to trail kisses from Jungkook's jaw down to his neck, making sure to keep things relatively slow since he remembered Jungkook's words of needing to warm up. Jimin was determined to rile him up until he was begging.
He kissed his way down Jungkook's chest, lightly dragging his tongue around each nipple, causing Jungkook to shudder with pleasure. He then continued his way down, appreciating Jungkook's skin with his lips. Worshiping it. He made it to his stomach and placed wet kisses against every taut muscle there. He felt Jungkook's stomach contract with each short breath he took.
When he made it to the hem of Jungkook's pants, he pulled gently on them, prompting Jungkook to lift his hips so he could slide them off.
After stripping Jungkook of his pants, Jimin made his way back up the smooth expanse of Jungkook's muscled thigh – trailing kisses until his head was nestled between his legs right next to his crotch.
Jungkook watched him with hooded eyes and the sight alone made his dick twitch in his elastic boxers. “Oh my God,” he murmured, slightly overwhelmed by everything that was happening. “Oh my God.”
Jimin laid a kiss against the bulge beneath Jungkook's boxers, causing the younger man to contract with pleasure. When Jimin released him from his boxers and sank down onto his hardened member with the warmth of his mouth, Jungkook groaned.
The suction of Jimin's mouth threw his mind into turmoil. He threw his head back with pleasure, pressing an imprint into the pillow beneath him. His hand fumbled for something to hold onto, landing on the back of Jimin's head. As he felt the bobbing of Jimin's head going up and down, an involuntary moan left his throat.
“Hyung,” he moaned. He didn't recognize his voice. “It feels so- so good.”
Unbidden words came to his mind in the voice of his mother.
“Just thinking about two men together...It's disgusting.”
In the voice of the preacher of the church he and his mom used to visit.
“The Western trend of homosexuality is spreading. It's a sin!”
Jungkook's fingers curled into Jimin's hair as his body continued to be wracked with pleasure. Everything that Jungkook had heard about homosexuality was bombarding his mind and filling him with the feeling that what he was doing was wrong, but he couldn't stop. Instead of those thoughts repelling him, they only aroused him further. He felt that he was doing something forbidden...and he liked it.
He bit into the flesh of his lip as confused feeling swirled within him. But he only focused on one.
Jimin grasped the base of his penis firmly and Jungkook saw stars. “J-Jimin,” Jungkook choked out. He bucked his hips up into Jimin's open mouth. An embarrassing whimper escaped his lips when Jimin pulled away.
“Be still for me, cutie,” Jimin requested.
Jungkook moved his hands from Jimin's head and clenched his fists into the bedsheets willing himself to be still for his hyung. When his hips were completely unmoving, save for the shudders that Jungkook's restraint was causing to wrack through his body, Jimin sank down onto Jungkook's member again. And he went all the way, taking all of Jungkook's length.
Jungkook's eyes rolled closed as he was completely engulfed in the heat of Jimin's mouth. His body shook with strain as he tried to keep himself from pumping up into Jimin's throat. He could feel the workings of Jimin's throat against the tip of his member. It felt amazing.
It wasn't that the feeling of receiving a blowjob was foreign to him. Seon Woo had been generous in their relationship, but there was something about being held firmly against the mattress at the waist by Jimin's firm grip as he swallowed him down that made Jungkook feel overtaken, powerless, and...fucking close.
“Hyung,” he moaned. “I'm gonna come. I'm gonna come.” His feet slid against the sheets as he fought the urge, unsure if Jimin wanted him to orgasm in that moment.
Jimin pulled off of him and Jungkook had the answer to that question. Jimin wanted to prolong this as much as Jungkook did.
Jungkook's eyes drifted open and his loins swirled with desire when he was met with Jimin's smug smirk looking down at him. He knew he must look wrecked, splayed out beneath the older man with a flushed face, barely able to breathe steadily or hold out for more than two minutes. He suddenly felt a swell of masculine pride and wanted to take some power back. So he did the only thing he could think to do in the moment. “Fuck you,” he cursed Jimin's handsome face weakly. Maybe it would have been more intimidating if his breath wasn't still stuttering or if his face didn't land into a pout afterwards.
Jimin chuckled. “Cute,” he muttered.
He leaned over the younger male and laid gentle kisses against his chest and neck until Jungkook's breath had evened out. Then he moved back down between Jungkook's legs and licked delicately at his perineum and balls while gently stroking his dick.
Short, broken moans escaped Jungkook's lips and his hips jerked involuntarily with every pulse of pleasure Jimin sent through his body.
“I like hearing your noises,” Jimin said, his voice heavy with desire. His breath fanning over Jungkook's most sensitive areas. “So pretty. Just like you.” Jimin continued to lave wet kisses over Jungkook's most intimate areas of pleasure.
Meanwhile, Jungkook blushed at Jimin's words. He had never been called pretty before.
When Jungkook's hips began to thrust up into the air again, Jimin sat onto his knees. His eyes were dark and filled with desire as he rid himself of his clothing until he was as naked as Jungkook.
Jungkook's eyes immediately fell to Jimin's dick.
It was pretty. And erect. And not intimidating.
Jungkook was glad to see that Jimin had been telling the truth. He wasn't very big. And Jungkook was happy about that. It prompted him to want to try what he had been most curious about.
“Do you want to top?” Jimin asked. He didn't even voice the other option because he thought he knew what Jungkook's answer would be, but Jungkook surprised him by shaking his head.
Jungkook wanted to bottom.
He had to know how it felt.
Surprise fell over Jimin's face for a second before his gut churned with pleasure at the thought of what this meant. “Okay,” he said. “We have to prep you then.”
While Jungkook was being “prepped”, he felt shy, vulnerable, and exposed. He turned his head to the side, avoiding looking at Jimin, while the older man kissed his chest and gently spread lube...everywhere. He flinched when Jimin's hand found his hole and began to move against his rim. He had never been touched there before. His face flushed.
He couldn't help the sound of uncertainty that escaped his lips.
Jimin looked up at him and placed a kiss against the corner of his lips. “Don't think too much,” he whispered. “Just feel.”
Jungkook closed his eyes and did just that, coaxed by Jimin's gentle lips and even gentler whispers.
He focused on Jimin's fingers. Just a ghost of a touch at first, but then he felt Jimin press against him a little more firmly. Jungkook gasped.
He felt Jimin pull away for a moment to apply more lube to his hands and then he was back again. His fingers stroking his entrance as if to get the younger man used to his touch. Small jolts of pleasure passed through Jungkook as Jimin's slicked fingers ran across his perineum. He gasped when Jimin took ahold of the base of his penis again and began to stroke gently. The pleasure of the friction distracted Jungkook from Jimin's ministrations at his hole until Jimin slowly began to press inside.
Jungkook tensed.
“Shhh,” Jimin whispered softly. “Relax, baby.” He applied more pressure to his grip on Jungkook's member but kept his stroking slow.
Jungkook's muscles began to soften underneath Jimin's firm strokes and gentle whispers. Soon, he was loosened up enough for Jimin's finger to slip inside. A gasp fell from Jungkook's lips. Jimin studied his face carefully as he slowly began to move his finger in and out. When small whimpers began to escape Jungkook's throat, Jimin rained soft kisses on every part of his face. “Feel free to tell me to stop if it gets too much,” Jimin whispered.
Jungkook nodded, his eyes shut tight. He wasn't sure if he could vocally respond. He was experiencing too many feelings – both physical and emotional. He felt vulnerable and exposed and...Jimin's finger inside of him didn't feel so bad. It didn't feel bad at all. He gasped when he felt Jimin slowly push another finger into him. He forced himself to stay relaxed when he felt himself about to tense up again.
“You're doing so good,” Jimin whispered. “I'm going to make you feel so good.”
Jimin's own hard-on was fully erect and standing at attention. He could practically feel his member throbbing with desire. Jungkook was giving himself over to him fully, trusting him completely, and it had him buzzing with anticipation and arousal. He had to hold himself back from speeding up his preparation due to his impatience to get inside of the younger man.
Jungkook's breathing grew heavier and he lifted his hips. The feeling of being penetrated was surprisingly invigorating. There was a level of intimacy that he had never quite felt before when having sex. “Ah!” he gasped out.
Jimin pushed his fingers all the way inside and moved them in search of Jungkook's sweet spot. He knew when he hit it. Jungkook's eyes shot open and he released another vocal exclamation. His hips jerked upward. “Jimin!” he gasped.
Jimin watched him hungrily. “Jungkook,” he gasped, barely able to hold back anymore. “I'm about to get inside of you, okay?”
Jungkook nodded, again not speaking.
“Tell me,” Jimin said, his fingers still moving inside of Jungkook. “Tell me you want me inside of you.”
Jungkook opened his mouth. “I want...”
Through his anticipation, he felt a bit self-conscious.
“A man being with another man is unnatural.”
He pushed his anxiety away.
“I want you inside of me, Jimin.”
Jimin dove forward and pressed his lips against Jungkook's before breaking away, putting on a condom, and spreading more lube over his dick. He had forgotten to keep hiding how eager he was.
Jungkook watched Jimin stroke his hand over his hardened member and then line it up at his entrance. He licked his lips, his heart pounding with anticipation and nerves and his stomach twirling.
Jimin began to push in and Jungkook closed his eyes, ready to jump into the deep end and take all that Park Jimin was going to give.
* * *
Jimin soon found that he didn't need to be as gentle as he initially thought he would have to be.
Jungkook was animated beneath him and met each of Jimin's thrusts with an upward push of his hips. His rhythm ran ahead of Jimin, causing Jimin to speed up to meet his pace. So Jimin gave up on trying to hold back. He pushed fully into Jungkook with each thrust, his breathing heavy and fast, making sure to hit Jungkook's prostate whenever the other man's eager gyrating didn't disrupt his plans.
Jungkook released a high-pitched moan when Jimin successfully hit that spot again. He indulged in the sounds coming out of his own mouth, intrigued by Jimin's lack of judgment and his own growing confidence in making those noises without feeling embarrassed. “Jimin,” he moaned, gripping the other man's shoulders. “Jimin, Jimin, Jimin.”
The name fell from his lips like a chant.
He had nothing to say except Jimin.
He hadn't expected it to feel this good. He didn't know it was possible. The overwhelming pain he had expected wasn't there. All he felt was wave after wave of pleasure.
Jimin bent his body over Jungkook's, causing the other man to curl slightly under him and continued to snap his hips quickly against the younger man's own muscled buttocks. The tightness and warmth of Jungkook's walls kept the pleasure building inside of him.
He was glad that they were in their promotional period because he wasn't sure if he would have the stamina to maintain the pace Jungkook had set for as long as he had if he weren't being active onstage everyday.
His heart pounded in his chest and sweat began to build up at his temples, but he was too enraptured by Jungkook's whines and expressions of pleasure to even think about slowing down.
“You like that, Kookie?” His voice came out sounding broken. “You like getting fucked?”
Jungkook moaned loudly. Jimin took that as a yes.
He buried his face into the crook of Jungkook's neck, buckling over from the exhaustion and pleasure coursing through his body. He caught the sweet scent of Jungkook's cologne and breathed it in. “You feel so good, Kookie,” he moaned. “You're taking it so well.”
He felt Jungkook's grip on his shoulders tighten, pleased by the words.
“Jimin.”
Jimin felt Jungkook's breath ghosting his ear as he spoke.
“I'm gonna- I'm gonna come. I'm gonna come.”
Jimin pushed himself onto his hands so that he could look down at Jungkook's face as he began to fall apart. “Come for me, baby.”
He reached down and began to stroke Jungkook's dick at the same pace as he thrust into him.
Jungkook could just imagine how he looked beneath Jimin. How Jimin looked moving hectically inside of him. The muscles of his stomach clenched and he felt his release building, building until it spilled out over Jimin's hand and across his stomach.
Jimin watched him the whole time and his orgasm face pulled Jimin's own orgasm from him. He thrusted and held himself inside of Jungkook's warmth as his seed spilled into the condom he wore. He thrust again involuntarily as he came down from the shocks of his orgasm. And then he thrust again just for good measure, just to prolong a second more of the high of his climax.
Once he was spent, he gently pulled out of Jungkook – who was breathing heavily – and rolled off to the side. He pulled the soiled condom off and dropped it over the side of the bed, deciding he'd pick it up after he caught his breath.
He rolled over onto his side and watched Jungkook, who was lying on the bed, panting, with his eyes closed. He wanted to reach out and touch him, but he also felt as if he needed a moment to himself. So he waited.
Eventually, Jungkook's eyes opened.
When Jungkook glanced over at him and then just as quickly looked away, Jimin smiled. “Why?” he asked. “Why are you acting shy after what we just did?”
Jungkook was quiet. He wasn't sure what to say. He was still reeling from everything he felt.
“Was it okay?” Jimin asked, growing a little concerned with Jungkook's silence. “Did you like it?”
Jungkook nodded, still quiet.
“Wait here,” Jimin said, getting up from the bed. He figured cleaning Jungkook up and giving him some pampering afterwards might loosen him up. He climbed off the bed, threw the used condom away and then made his way to the bathroom. He wasn't aware that he was rushing, a little afraid that Jungkook would be gone before he got back. But his fears were unwarranted. When he got back with a warm, wet towel, Jungkook was still there – sitting up against the headboard with the covers hiding his bottom half.
“Here,” Jimin said, climbing up onto the bed and handing him the towel. “Wipe yourself off with that.”
Jungkook did as instructed and wiped the semen off of his chest.
When he was done, he tossed the towel in a hamper in the corner of the room.
Jimin shot up again and trotted to the guest room, which could now be considered Jungkook's room at this point, and found the younger man's stash of underwear. Jungkook had started to bring fresh clothing items over to change into since he stayed over at Jimin's house so much. When he had a pair in his hands, Jimin rushed back.
“Here,” he said, going to the side of the bed and handing them off to Jungkook who slid them on. Jimin went to his closet and pulled on his own pair of clean underwear before joining Jungkook in bed again.
He tugged gently on Jungkook's wrist to get him to lie completely on his back again before sidling over and wrapping himself against his side. “Do you want something to eat?” he asked. “Or something to drink?” He knew how tiring sex could be.
He had never been so anxious about someone else's comfort after sex before, but Jimin wanted to make sure that everything was as comfortable as it could be for the younger man lying next to him.
He rested his chin on Jungkook's chest in order to see his face and read his expression.
“I'm fine,” Jungkook said, his eyes once again flitting to Jimin's face before quickly bouncing away.
“You're not saying anything,” Jimin said. “It's scaring me a little bit.”
“It's just...” Jungkook searched for the words he wanted to say. “It- I liked it more than I expected to, hyung. That kind of freaks me out a little bit.”
Jimin laid his cheek against Jungkook's chest to hide his smile from the other man. “Oh.”
He was glad it wasn't because Jungkook was suddenly regretting his actions.
“I was sure it would hurt more,” Jungkook continued.
Jimin chuckled. “Well...You'll probably feel a little sore when you try to move,” he said. “But it won't be bad.”
Another silence fell on the room and Jimin turned to face Jungkook again who looked like he was contemplating his entire existence. “Stop thinking,” Jimin chided. “You're going to wear a hole in your brain.” He lifted himself up onto his elbow so that he could get a better view of Jungkook's face. “Like I said, you don't have to label yourself after this or worry too much about who you are. Just take things as they come.”
Jungkook met eyes with Jimin and finally didn't look away.
Honestly, he still felt a little weird about cuddling with another man after having sex and he didn't quite know what that feeling meant. Was this just a sex thing? Like a kink? Or a fetish? Or was he genuinely into having romantic relationships with men? With a man named Park Jimin, specifically?
He cleared his brow at the same moment that he cleared the thoughts from his head.
Jimin was right. Now wasn't the time to worry.
For now, he would just enjoy the warmth of the body next to him and the come down from the exhilaration he had just experienced.
To be Continued...
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