what the fuck are they doing
help?
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“You’re big, for Korean standards.”
Oh.
They’re.
Okay. They are talking about dick size.
He looks down at his cock, which does not look very big or deserving of praise right about now. “I’m soft.”
“Yeah but, even soft it’s pretty big.”
He doesn’t know what prompts Jimin to then walk up to him and push his pants and boxers down— but okay— they did have more than a few bottles of soju each.
“Look.” Jimin stands right in front of him, soft cock lying pretty on his balls. “Yours is bigger.”
“Well we both knew that already.”
He drawls. It’s not like they haven’t talked about dick sizes before in the group. And yeah he’s seen Jimin’s before in their 13 years of career. he’s not a dick virgin, so to speak.
So..
Why.
Is he staring?
There shouldn’t be anything arousing about seeing a soft dick, but his mouth waters a little as he takes in the shape, his dark pubes, that happy trail, those abs.. the nevermind tattoo, and then Jimin’s face. He’s got that soju blush, that half-lidded drunk stare, one of his eyes always goes a little extra lazy too, that long blonde hair falling prettily over his shoulders.
Just the two of them with their dicks out in the hotel bathroom. Nothing out of the ordinary.
Okay, he’s avoided most of this when he grew up in a house with six other guys, but he knows about the sword fight shenanigans and the dick measuring contests that went on at their place, they are a bunch of guys after all. He’s always removed himself from these type of nonsense situations.
However, Jimin’s got this stupid, drunk grin spreading on his lips as he inches closer, and Jeongguk is so drunk that he catches on a second too late and even though he clutches his hands around Jimin’s shoulders, their dicks brush together for a fraction of a second.
“Hyung—“
“Hah.” Jimin looks down. “The tips touched.”
Jeongguk doesn’t know what possesses him to look down too, can’t even breathe properly when he finds their dicks not even millimetres apart.
They are way too drunk.
Cause why does he chuckle? Nothing is funny about this entire thing but that same stupid grin curls on his lips as he looks back up. They really share one braincell when they’re this far gone.
Jimin curls his small, warm hands around his waist, chuckles as well when he slides them down to his hips and pulls him closer.
Some part of his mind is telling him to quit this nonsense and push Jimin off, and the other part is shutting down when their soft cocks press together.
He bites on his lower lip, looks down. The sight is almost.. cute. Like their dicks are snuggling between their bodies. And when Jimin moves his hips just slightly, from side to side, they brush past each other, feels so soft.
Does it register that he’s rubbing dicks with Jimin in the hotel room? No, not really. What does register, is that each time their cocks graze each other, it sends a little tingle up his spine.