Present - Jungkook
I enjoy the power I have over him. His hands grip his fork, and he tries to continue to appear normal as I caress his hardened member over the fabric of his pants. I caress gently at first and then firmly. I can see his muscles clench in his jaw as he tries to maintain control. 'Not if I can help it,' I think, never one to be able to back down from a challenge. Determination rises in my chest, and I focus on the task of getting him to lose control.
I shift the menu next to my plate with my left hand just so I can seem casual and normal above table level while my right hand goes to work massaging Jimin's most sensitive area with more fervor. I push my fingers down past the shape of his testicles to the area just above his hole, and I press. He almost imperceptibly shifts his hips forward, giving me better access. I smirk. Because without looking at him, I know his mind. He's annoyed, but the pleasures I'm creating for his body is making his physical being betray his inner.
I cup the outline of his hardness in the palm of my hand and stop moving, refusing to give him the satisfaction of the pleasurable friction I had previously been creating. I glance around at everyone else at the table to make sure they're not paying attention - they're not; they're all involved once again in their individual conversations - then I turn my glance to Jimin. As expected, I'm met with a glare. He slightly lifts his hips, his message clear. 'Finish what you started, you asshole.' I smirk, but I don't give him what he wants. I just continue to let my hand rest against his heat. His engorged hard-on is a furnace, burning the palm of my hand through his tight trousers.
As I had seconds before, Jimin glances around to make sure no one is paying attention, adjusts his seat so that he's hidden further under the table, and then he surprises me. He places his own hand underneath the table, on top of mine, and he holds me there against him. He then leans back against his seat and gently begins to rock against my hand, creating the friction I refused to give him by holding me hostage. I'm stronger than him. I could break free of his grip, but I don't. I allow him to continue. Because I think it's hot. My own hard-on is growing in my pants.
Jimin's whole carefree attitude, the way he lets go, whenever he engages in sexual acts never fails to turn me on. I envy him for it.
I glance over at him again and the sight that greets me makes my member jerk in my pants. Jimin's eyes are half-lidded and his face is flushed. He looks like he's just drank three bottles of wine, but I know he's completely sober.
I'm not aware that my mouth is hanging open until I notice Taehyung look over at me. I quickly close my mouth and take my hand back from Jimin who blinks as if waking up from a good sleep. My hand is still burning from Jimin's heat, but I don't acknowledge Jimin when he turns to look at me questioningly, wondering why my hand is no longer between his legs, I'm sure. I hear him sigh, but I continue to ignore him. I only hope that Taehyung didn't see anything. The last thing I need is for the members to know about the strange things Jimin and I do.
The waiter arrives and everyone at the table orders their dinner. Jimin orders chicken carbonera, but he still looks annoyed. My suspicions about him being annoyed are confirmed when he announces that he needs to go to the bathroom after ordering and he nudges my shoulder as he gets up. When I look at him, he glares at me and I know he expects me to follow. I wait a few minutes so as not to seem suspicious, and then I do just that.
When I reach the bathroom, I see Jimin leaning against the row of sinks with his arms crossed, waiting for me. He doesn't say anything when I come in. He just takes my wrist, leads me to a stall, closes and locks it, and then then pushes me against the wall landing kisses on my lips. I return them, loving how heavy his breath sounds in my ears. Loving the way his hardness presses against my own. I love the way he wants me. He leads a trail of kisses from my lips to my neck. My head lulls back against the stall as I enjoy the feeling of his tongue against my skin. My eyes close. "Jungkook," he whispers against my cheek, his breath fanning my chin.
"Mm," I respond.
He nips my chin with his teeth before requesting, "Go down on me."
My eyes open. Eighty percent of the time when we're pleasuring each other, Jimin is the one giving oral pleasure. He likes it, he revels in it, and he's good at it. I'm not as confident. But I can't exactly refuse him when he asks so gently or when he kisses me like that. His lips continue their soft trail against my chin and neck. I change our positions, pushing him against the wall of the stall. I then untuck his stylish white shirt and begin to unbutton and unzip his pants. I plant two more kisses on his lips before sliding to my knees.
He unbuttons his shirt to get it out of the way while I lower his pants and then his boxer briefs, exposing his rock hard member. It points up to the sky against his belly, and I grasp it in my hand. It's the perfect size. Not too big and not too small. Only the head is in view with my hand wrapped around it. I look up at him and that same lust-filled expression is back on his face as he looks down at me. I press him against the wall of the stall with my left hand, enjoying the feeling of his abs rippling under my hand and I push my tongue out to gently lick around the tip of his hardness.
He releases a soft moan, letting me know he likes what I'm doing.
We never talk much in these instances. We usually just issue a request or demand here and there...as Jimin had just done, requesting that I take him into my mouth. It's almost as if we know if we talk, we would have to talk about many things. About why we keep doing this. About what it means. And we both suspect that it doesn't mean much, so we don't want to talk about it.
I swivel my tongue around the head of his pleasure appendage once again, and his hands come to rest on my head. His fingers bury themselves in my hair. I release his member from my grip and place my hand on his thigh. I then sink fully onto him. My throat spasms as it attempts to get used to the new object suddenly pushing at its entrance. Jimin must enjoy the feeling because his hand momentarily forms into a fist in my hair. I hurriedly pull back before I gag. I don't want him to know I still have trouble taking him inside my mouth. He doesn't seem to notice.
I take my lips off of him and hold his proof of pleasure up to lick the underside. My tongue goes from the base to the tip.
"Yes," he whispers. "Jungkook."
Encouraged by his whispers, I dip underneath and suck his testicles into my mouth. First one and then the other. I feel his thighs clench beneath my hands. He's enjoying it. I quickly cover his dick with my lips again, sucking him into my mouth. I bob my head back and forth, becoming more turned on the more he loses control. I can feel himself forcefully holding himself still as I grow more fervent in my sucking. He knows I don't like it when he humps into my mouth, so he always struggles to stay still during the times that I go down on him. An involuntary spasm causes his hips to jolt forward, so I use my muscles to pin his waist against the stall as I suck.
"Fuck," he curses.
I can imagine the way he's thrown his head back so that it rests against the stall wall. I can imagine his plump, red lips hanging open in an 'o' of heightened pleasure. I can imagine his glazed over eyes open but seeing nothing as the pleasure from my lips and tongue overtake him. My hard cock jolts in my pants.
I can tell he's about to come. And he can too. "Jungkook," he groans out, warning me.
I reach over and quickly unroll some toilet paper. I feel his cock jerk, and I quickly stand, covering the head of his penis with the toilet paper as he comes. I never let him cum into my mouth. I don't like the texture or the taste. That's another way Jimin beats me in the oral service department. He always takes it all in and swallows like a champ; I can't bring myself to do it. I tried once, but I ended up spitting it out because it had honestly grossed me out. I had been embarrassed and angry with myself for the rest of the day that day and had been afraid that I had hurt Jimin's feelings. He didn't indicate that I had, but that didn't help the disappointment I felt in myself. So I hadn't tried swallowing again since then.
He grips my shirt at the shoulders as he unloads. When he's finished and his muscles go lax, his head sags against my chest. I allow him to rest for a couple of minutes before I turn him around. He lets my hands control his body, knowing what I want. His arms go up to rest against the stall wall as he pushes his naked ass back against my bulge as I hold his waist in my hands. It's my turn to get off.
"Hurry up," he says. "Before someone comes in."
I lean my weight against him and put my hand on top of his against the stall wall, lacing our fingers together. I enjoy the feeling of my clothed cock pressed in between his naked ass cheeks for a moment before I begin to move.
I know it's strange. I know I'm perverted. But I can't stop. I can't stop doing these things with him and to him. He's always so eager. And doesn't make me feel ashamed for not wanting to go any further than clothes-on activities.
The thing is...I don't consider myself gay. I just consider myself...a horny young man. Many people would be surprised at the things I do because I have such an innocent image - even some of my group mates. But this secret side of myself that I only show to Jimin is part of what makes these activities so hard to resist I believe. It's forbidden. And illicit. And wrong. I know I shouldn't enjoy pushing my hard dick against another man's hips, but I do. And the fact that I shouldn't enjoy it makes it even better.
I slip my hand around to Jimin's front, and I smile when I feel that he's hard again. As expected. I can always count on Jiminie-hyung to be insatiable. I grip him in my hand, and he sucks air between his teeth. Pushes his round hips back against me. I lean back so that I can get a better view of Jimin's perfectly shaped ass grinding against my cock. I release an involuntary moan at the sight. I release his hardness for a second to trail my hand up his back, lifting his shirt as I go. Jimin glances over his shoulder to see what I'm doing and smiles that devilish smile of his when he sees that I'm checking him out. He grinds against me harder, putting on more of a show. I bite my lip and grip his waist, holding him still. 'You want to tease me?' I think challengingly. I push my pelvis against him hard; a wanton moan escapes his lips.
I fold myself over him, completely lost at the sound Jimin just made. I tear more tissue paper off in preparation for more cum and I grip Jimin's hardness once again. I then begin to ride against Jimin with abandon, my teeth clenched. There's no more teasing or taking it slow; I'm going to grind against him until I come. And he recognizes that. He meets each of my thrusts with a grinding of his hips, and his breathing turns into pants as I pump his member in tandem with my hip movements. "Yes," he whispers. His face is turned halfway over his shoulder so that I can see the way his long eyelashes fan against his pale cheeks. His plump lips are open in pleasure. I place a clumsy kiss against them as I continue to press my body against him wildly.
I groan, uncaring of how out of control I look and sound. The friction of my jeans and Jimin's body against my hardness doesn't allow me to care. The only thing currently on my mind is chasing that peak of pleasure that's twisting in my gut.
My grip must have become clumsy on his penis because he takes his own pleasure into his own hands, gripping his hardness in his hands and pumping quickly as I rut against him. I move my once occupied hand to his waist, holding him as I pump against him. My ragged breaths fan against his cheek. "Jungkook," he moans. Before his moans just become an unintelligible jumble of sounds that he makes every time I pump against his hips in rapid succession. His hand works furiously, stroking his member quickly and his eyes squeeze tightly shut. "Fuuuck~" he moans again. And that's it for me. I thrust against him one last time, and then I feel my pleasure spilling out of me. I hold his hips against me as I cum, not wanting his heat to go away. I feel his muscles clenching and unclenching as well and I know he's also reached his climax.
For a second, I wonder what it would feel like if I was inside of him. To feel his muscles engulfing me in warmth, clenching and unclenching as he came. That thought pushes the last of my seed out of me and then all of my energy is drained. I sag against Jimin and it takes a moment for me to collect myself and step away. We're both breathing heavily.
'Great,' I think, as I look down at the front of my pants. I can feel the mess inside. I can wipe myself off with a wet towel, but I'm still going to have to deal with this for the rest of the dinner. I sigh and glance over at Jimin. He's pulled his underwear and pants up and is re-tucking and buttoning his shirt.
We both exit the stall without saying anything. He fixes his hair in the mirror, and I wet a towel at the sink.
He wipes his lips to get rid of any stains of makeup around his lips, and then when he sees that he looks presentable, he glances in my direction. "All right," he says. "I'll see you out there."
"See you out there," I reply with a nod.
He exits the bathroom and I head back to the stall to do minor cleanup. There's no mention of what just happened, no promises of love exchanged, no acting like what just happened was out of the ordinary. Because it wasn't. Not for us. Not since long ago. An abrupt end to an abrupt burst of lust.
I finish wiping myself clean, straighten my clothes, and then I exit the stall. I mirror Jimin's actions and check myself in the mirror before leaving the bathroom. Everything's normal. As usual. And the tension I felt from earlier seems to be completely gone. That is until I sit down and notice that Jimin's phone is in his hands again, and that stupid goofy smile is on his face. The one he gets when he talks to Taemin. And then it all comes crashing back. The tension and the anger and the frustration.
I scoff.
'After everything...' I think.
And what we just did in the bathroom becomes meaningless. Because after it all, I'm still not the one that put a smile like that on his face. I'm still not the one that's anything real. Merely a distraction. Or just a fun time.
I don't stop to think about why it bothers me or the fact that I shouldn't care either way. Since I'm not gay. All I feel in the moment is that it hurts.
I push my fork into my chicken carbonera, which has been delivered, and I bring it to my mouth tasting nothing. I try to ignore the person laughing softly beside me at yet another text on his phone. If I just ignore the bitter feelings, they'll go away. That's how everything works here. In this strange relationship between Jimin hyung and me.
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