“Oh— you— oh dessert?”
He breathes out, can’t even think with Jimin this close. His eyes flutter shut, head tilts automatically, anticipates those lips covering his own.
A beat passes, his heart hammers against his ribcage, but the kiss never comes.
So he blinks his eyes open, finds Jimin still staring him down, a small mean smirk on his lips.
Something about this man is just pure evil, there’s no other explanation.
As if to prove that point further, Jimin leans in until his lips ghost over his own.
“Let’s go to my room.”
With every word their lips almost touch, but as soon as he leans in, Jimin pulls back, that smirk spreading even wider.
Fuck.
How can he even brace himself against this?
Jimin grabs the teacup off the counter, then slowly walks backwards towards his room. Jeongguk follows as if pulled by strings, a little weak in the knees from all his orgasms but he still needs more.
Jimin’s room feels somewhat like a love hotel at this point, toys still scattered on the bed, the big light off, only that golden moodlight casting pretty patterns over the walls.
“Close the door.”
Jimin instructs.
He swallows, can’t believe they finally got to this point. He closes the door behind him, the click of it the last sound before everything goes silent.
Just him and Jimin, in this room that still smells like sex.
He exhales shakily, follows Jimin to the bed that kind of looks like a crime scene. Buttplugs, dildo, fleshlights, masturbator, he can’t believe he used all of these.
“Pick one for me.”
Jimin’s voice cuts through the silence.
Jeongguk blinks at him, ears a little hot as he looks at the bed.
“You— you mean from those or—“
“Yeah.” Jimin nods at the bed. “Pick one.”
Oh god.
They’re all used.
His cum is still dripping from the fleshlight, glistening in the golden light. The buttplugs are still lubed up, his spit is still all over that dildo.
God fuck.
He bites on his lower lip, points at the fleshlight.
Jimin takes it in his hand, licks his lips as he examines the opening, then looks up at him. He doesn’t say anything, just scans his face, then the bed, and grabs the dildo.
“You try this one.”
Oh.
Jeongguk takes the dildo, eyes wide. The plug he’s still got inside of him is quite big, but the dildo is a little bigger.. and a plug doesn’t have a dick shape, while this thing is.. realistic. Veins and all.
He swallows, looks up at Jimin, who’s just waiting. Staring at him with those siren eyes, eyeing him up and down.
“O-okay.”
He nods.
Now what?
Do they just.. undress and..
Jimin settles on his bed in the midst of all the toys, as if he isn’t even in the room. Then he hitches his hips up and pushes his shorts down just enough so his cock slaps against his oversized shirt.
Fuck.. he’s not even wearing underwear.
And his cock is so pretty too, just like that one night where Jimin gave him a facial; the head flushed, nice girth, tip already glistening.
He just stands there at the edge of Jimin’s bed, awestruck, breathless as Jimin teases the head against the silicone lips of the fleshlight.
“Mmh— fuck..” Jimin throws his head back, sucks in a sharp breath. “You always get it so wet..”
Oh.
Fuck.
His dick twitches, soft moan escapes his mouth. It might be the praise, it might be the idea of prepping Jimin’s toys just for him, just to make him feel good.
All he can do is stare a little stupidly, mouth agape, eyes fixed on where Jimin drags his cock over those silicone lips, collecting the remnants of his cum on the head of his pretty cock.
Jimin doesn’t even mind it, he just lets him watch, small smirk on his lips as he pushes his dick inside the entrance.
“Fuck..”
Jeongguk curses, wraps his hand around himself.
“Mmh..” Jimin sinks all the way into it, until the lips stretch around the base of his cock, a sight so lewd it should be illegal. “I’ve always liked this toy so much..”
“Yeah?”
Jeongguk pants, strokes his semi-hard cock, even though it’s already overused, so sensitive it’s borderline painful, but he needs more.
“Mmh, the sound it makes is the best.”
Jimin moves the toy around his cock, and surely, that wet, messy, slick sound fills the room and Jeongguk knows exactly what he means.
A rush of heat licks down his spine, and he only nods, almost like an encouragement, while he strokes himself a little faster.
“You should try the dildo.” Jimin nods at his other hand, where he’s still got the dildo clutched between his fingers. “If you can take it.”
Those eyes glint with challenge, and Jeongguk takes the bait, settles onto the mattress as well, right across of Jimin.
This is not exactly how he pictured their first time to go, but Jimin seems to like stretching these moments. He likes the indirect touches, playing around with each other’s toys but never actually touching, drinking each other’s cum but never actually kissing.
There’s a thrill to it, barely being able to resist, dragging it out as long as possible.
He takes his sweats and underwear off under those prying eyes, pulls on the end of the buttplug, takes it out with a sharp breath.
It’s all shiny with lube as he checks it, compares the size to the dildo. The girth is about the same so he should be able to take it, but the dildo is longer, bigger. It looks intimidating, shaped like an actual dick.
Jimin hands him the lube, eyes a little glazed over.
He takes it, cheeks aflame when he coats the dildo in it. It’s not that assplay is embarrassing.. it’s just, well, maybe it is a little. Not so much in the sense that he thought he’d be more of a top, but more so because he’s only tried it twice and fucking loves it. Maybe the combination of both.
The silicone head of the dildo feels so big when he presses it against his rim. The buttplugs start small and get bigger, but this thing is just big from the start, so the stretch is a little painful.
He bites on the inside of his cheek, closes his eyes tightly as he puts more pressure on his rim but he doesn’t dare push it past the ring of muscle.
“Fuck.”
“Too much?”
“Yeah.”
He pants, sits up on his knees instead.
Jimin stops fucking the fleshlight for a bit, sits up into the same position, looks around the bed.
“Let me help.”
“Hm?”
He stares at the fleshlight around Jimin’s cock.
Even though there is this silent rule, that he shouldn’t touch Jimin yet, he shuffles a little closer on his knees, wraps his hand around the handle, moves it slowly, experimentally.
“A-ah.” Jimin jolts, whips his head towards him, then down at his hand. “What are you—“
“Just helping.” He pants softly. “You help me, I help you.”
It’s a bad excuse, but he needs to touch Jimin one way or another. The slick sound it makes when he moves it around Jimin’s cock is hypnotising. So is the sight of Jimin’s dick completely covered in cum and lube, glistening in the light before it disappears between the lips again.
“Mmh..” Jeongguk moans softly, moves it a little faster, just to see if Jimin can keep up.
The answer is yes, easily.
Jimin rolls his hips so good, matches the pace as if he’s actually fucking someone, it looks effortless.
And hot.
He knows Jimin used to have a girlfriend, she must have been so fucking lucky. He’d cry himself to sleep every night if he were Jimin’s ex, having to miss all of this.
When he manages to look up for a bit, he immediately regrets it.
A demon stares back at him, plush lips parted, soft pants escaping him, cheeks and nose shimmering with sweat, eyes darker than usual.
He shivers, licks his lips. There’s something equally terrifying about it as it is hot. Like he’s not supposed to touch Jimin just yet, like he’s crossing the line.
That just turns him on a little more. He keeps eye contact as he moves the fleshlight up and down, twists it a little. But it gets so overwhelming that he has to avert his gaze.
Not that the sight of Jimin thrusting into the fleshlight is any less overwhelming. The wet sound is so fucking good, and fuck— they can share, can’t they?
He lets Jimin’s cock slip out of the fleshlight, gapes at it for a second or two, the string of cum and lube still attached from the head of Jimin’s cock to the silicone.
“Nngh fuck..”
A whiny moan slips from his mouth as he brings the fleshlight to his own cock, and pushes the head between those lips.
Heavenly bliss takes over when he slides in deeper, and he still feels the warmth of Jimin’s cock inside of it. The stretched out silicone, still dripping wet.
“Aah fuck.” His head falls back as he thrusts into it. “Fuck— Jimin, you stretch it open so good for me.”
“Mmh.”
Jimin’s low moan sends goosebumps all over his arms and back. When he dares to look, Jimin is staring right back at him.
Electricity fizzles between them, and he dares to be even bolder, grabs Jimin’s hand and leads it to the handle of the fleshlight.
“Hold it for me.”
Usually Jimin is the one ordering him to do things, but it’s fun to do it right back. Especially cause Jimin doesn’t seem used to it, almost a little offended, but still does it for him anyway.
That just makes it better; when he thrusts into the fleshlight while Jimin stares at him like that. Something akin to hunger, like he’s holding on by a thread.
A soft whimper slips from his mouth, he can’t hold it in. His entire body burns when he rolls his hips forward, so hungry for more, for a touch that Jimin still isn’t giving him.
He dares to move a little closer, curls his hands around Jimin’s shoulders, glances at his lips once.
All he gets is a lazy smirk, and then the warmth of that fleshlight disappears.
“Hey—“
“My turn.”
Jimin brings the fleshlight back to his own cock, spits on the head before he pushes back in.
God..
His dick twitches at the sight, and he just curls a hand around himself as Jimin fucks into that pretty silicone pussy.
Should be putting that dildo up his ass but there’s just no way he can break apart from this sight. Jimin’s pretty cock pushing into that slick, wet entrance, the lips hugging snugly around his length. Almost got him wishing he had a pussy, just to know what it feels like..
“Fuck.”
He pants, moves a little closer, angles his cock so the head brushes against the handle when he gets off, against Jimin’s fingers, everything to sneak in a little touch.
“Mmh— fuck.”
Jimin shudders, his hips stutter a little, and his fingers twitch, lose grip of the fleshlight just to caress over his length with his knuckles.
Oh god yes.
He nods, takes his own hand off just so Jimin can feel him up.
Jimin is so careful with it, so tentative, runs the back of his fingers down to the base, then slowly up to the head.
A shaky moan slips from his lips, and he slowly moves his hips, rubs against Jimin’s hand.
“Fuck..” Jimin breathes out. “What a pretty thing.”
“Mmh.” He nods, so fucking gone. “Please..”
He’s not even sure what he’s begging for. A touch, Jimin’s mouth, the fleshlight, just anything.
“Go get the double ended sleeve.”
Jimin says then, a little breathless.
The—
Oh.
He’s off the mattress, to the drawer, back to the bed at lightning speed, that clear, soft, double ended sleeve in his hand.
Fucking finally.
“Before we get to it, can you put this back in?”
Jimin holds up the buttplug for him, the one he just took out. It’s coated in.. cum.
When he finds the teacup in Jimin’s other hand he puts two and two together.
“I’ll help.”
Jimin moves closer, pushes him onto his back so swiftly, and brings one of his thighs up, eyes fixated on his rim.
“Hey—“
His cheeks burn up, but he can’t deny it looks.. hot. Especially when Jimin bites down on his plush lower lip, eyelids sunken as he brings the plug back between his cheeks, and pushes it inside.
“Ah—“
“Mmh..” Jimin licks his lips. “Slips in so easily.”
Fuck.
That’s a little embarrassing. Even though it’s true; it slips past the ring of muscle, stretches him so good, and his hole clenches around it like it belongs there.
He’s about to get up but Jimin pushes him down by his chest, holds the end of the plug and pulls it out a little.
“What are you—“
“Just making sure it’s in right.”
Jimin breathes out, as he pushes it back in a little harder.
“Ah! Hey—“
He bats Jimin’s hand away.
“Sorry.”
Jimin doesn’t sound sorry at all actually.
Jeongguk gets back up on his knees, huffs out a breath, looks around the bed and finds the smallest buttplug.
“You too.” He says, takes the teacup and dips the plug in his cum, until it’s coated in it, then looks at Jimin. “I’ll help.”
A small smirk spreads on Jimin’s lips, but he doesn’t object at all, just lies down on his back, holds up his own thighs for him, exposes his pretty rim.
God—
Fuck.
Jimin’s all smooth around his rim, maybe he just shaved in the shower, it looks so fucking pretty, so soft.
His throat runs dry as he crawls closer, dick twitches between his legs. He’s never even so much as considered he might be into guys before Jimin, but getting turned on by seeing hole definitely is a strong indicator.
He hopes to god they get to fucking tonight. He needs to know how tight Jimin is.. how warm he feels inside.
The sight of that small plug covered in his own cum rubbing against Jimin’s rim, yeah.. he’s in heaven.
There’s barely any resistance when he pushes the tip inside; Jimin takes it easily, completely relaxed, even at the part that stretches his rim the most.
“Fuck.. you can probably take way bigger.”
He breathes out.
“Mmh” Jimin agrees. “But it’s good to start easy.”
He hums, presses a chaste kiss against the back of Jimin’s thigh, then leans back up.
Jimin stays down there for a little longer, blinks once, twice, then gets up on his knees as well.
Jimin’s pretty face is all flushed, looks so lust-drunk when he takes the double ended sleeve in his hand, squirts a generous amount of lube on one of the openings, then hands him the bottle.
He does the same, hand trembling with anticipation.
Just the sound of lubing it up is obscene. Each time he pushes his fingers into it, the squelch is deafening, and the suction around his digits— fuck.
He swallows, glances at Jimin, who looks so concentrated when he aligns the head of his cock with the opening, the way he bites his lower lip, stares at the entrance as he pushes inside.
Through the clear material everything shows, so incredibly obscene; every inch of Jimin’s cock slides inside, the head so pink and flushed.
“Ah, fuck.” Jimin shudders, lifts his gaze then, eyes glazed over. “You too.”
“Yeah— yeah, I’ll—“
He breathes out shakily, holds onto the base of his cock, pushes the head into the slick entrance, the clear material stretching around him, sucking him inside.
And then finally, the head of his cock bumps against Jimin’s.
It’s warm, and soft, and so wet.
A whimper slips past his lips, his cock twitches inside the sleeve.
Jimin’s dick twitches not even a second later, a little bit of precum spills from the head, makes it even wetter, a little sticky.
“Mmh.”
He moans, rocks his hips slowly, presses his tip against Jimin’s inside the sleeve, watches how they stick together all pretty and pink, then part again with a wet smack.
God, the sound.
“I picked this toy just for us.” Jimin pants, rocks his hips forward slowly. “Tested in the lab, how wet it could get.”
“Mmh.”
The image of Jimin in that lab just playing around with this sleeve, thinking about him.. about them.
Jimin looks at him then, that pretty, lewd blush on his nose and cheeks, hair still messy and wet from the shower. And his lips.. fuck, they’re so pink, so plush, how has he still not tasted them?
Their dicks are rubbing together in that toy, Jimin is thrusting right against him, dick sliding past his own, rubbing against the side, but somehow a kiss is too much to ask.
And what’s even more unfair is how Jimin takes that used fleshlight from the mattress, brings it up to his face and licks over the silicone lips.
“Fuck— Jimin.”
“Nngh—“
Jimin pushes his tongue inside, sucks around the entrance, dares to look at him through those half-lidded eyes.
All the hairs on the back of his neck stand up straight. He just stares helplessly at Jimin’s pink tongue darting out, dragging over the lips, plunging into the entrance, coming out covered in his cum.
He doesn’t notice how close he’s leaned in until Jimin offers him the fleshlight, holds it out for him like it’s a popsicle they’re sharing.
Fuck.
He licks over the silicone lips right away, just for a taste of the inside of Jimin’s mouth, eyes fixed on those plush lips right in front of him, glistening in the golden light.
“Mmh, fuck..” Jimin pants, nods down. “Dip your tongue inside.”
“Nngh.”
He complies, eyes fluttering shut as he pushes his tongue into the entrance, tastes a mix of cum and spit and lube, sends arousal to every fibre of his body.
“Mmh— let me.”
Jimin doesn’t elaborate, but Jeongguk feels a hot tongue slide in alongside his own.
Oh—
Oh fuck.
He shudders, forgets all about the fleshlight for a second and just licks Jimin’s tongue, laps at it a few times until he can’t fucking take it anymore, bats the fleshlight away, curls his hand around the back of Jimin’s neck and crashes their lips together.
This is what they should have been doing from the start.
He can’t believe it took him so long to break-up when he could have had these plush, warm lips slot between his own. He could have had Jimin sighing like this into his mouth, could have had that faint taste of raspberries on his tongue a week ago.
Tiny golden bubbles pop in his mind, his entire body buzzes when Jimin moans so beautifully, and slips his tongue into his mouth.
It’s so warm, so soft, and just the right amount of dirty. Remnants of cum still on Jimin’s lips, he licks them off, loves that sticky texture as he reconnects their lips.
Jimin gasps, curls one hand around the back of his neck and squeezes it, bites in his lower lip gently.
“Mmh—“
His dick twitches, and that’s when he remembers they’re still inside of the sleeve.
Jimin breaks the kiss, looks down between them, bucks his hips slowly.
He sucks in a sharp breath, curls his hand tightly around the the toy, and just lets Jimin fuck against his cock. the heads slide together, slip past each other, rub against each other.
Jimin tilts his head up by his chin then, reconnects their lips.
And— fuck.
This is what he dreamed of the first time he used this toy.
He groans, grabs Jimin’s waist and pulls him closer, just rocks his hips forward into the slick, wet sleeve, as he slips his tongue into Jimin’s mouth.
“Nngh—“
Jimin’s hands fly to his hair, fist in it tightly as he kisses back, tilts his head a little more.
God, Jimin’s waist is so small, he slides one hand lower, over his hip, to the curve of his ass and squeezes it, then finds the end of the buttplug with his fingers and presses against it.
“Ah— fuck, Jeongguk— keep still—“
Jimin pants, eyes closed tightly, one hand coming down to squeeze around the toy as if he’s.. close.
Oh fuck.
He does not keep still. He fucks into it harder, rubs his dick against Jimin’s so good, and pushes against the end of that plug all just to see Jimin fall apart.
The high moans that slip past Jimin’s lips are sinful, and the way his head tilts back, revealing his elegant neck shimmering with sweat.
Jeongguk leans in, needs to have a taste; licks a stripe over Jimin’s adam’s apple, savours the salt on his tongue.
“Ah!”
Jimin’s hips snap forward hard, his body goes taut, and he squeezes the back of his neck tightly as he comes with a loud groan.
The inside of the toy fills with warm, sticky cum, and Jeongguk glances down just to catch the visual.
Jimin’s cock throbs inside of the sleeve, pearly white cum shoots from the flushed head, right onto his own cock. With every snap of Jimin’s hips the squelch gets even louder, absolutely sinful.
“Fuck, Jimin, you always come so fucking much.”
He breathes out, the inside of the sleeve difficult to see with just how much Jimin is spilling.
A little bit seeps through the holes, and Jeongguk is starving. He slides his hand around the toy, scoops up some of Jimin’s cum on his index finger and brings it to his mouth instantly.
As soon as it hits his tongue he shudders, needs all of it or he’ll die of thirst.
So even though Jimin is still barely back from his high, Jeongguk pushes him down on the mattress, slips both of them out of the sleeve and leans down between Jimin’s legs.
Utterly depraved, that’s probably what he looks like when he laps the spilled cum off Jimin’s balls, when he takes Jimin’s softening cock in his mouth just to suck it clean.
“A—ah— fuck—“
Jimin fist a hand in his hair, thrusts into his mouth even though he’s spent.
Jeongguk groans, the strong taste of cum on his tongue driving him insane as he sucks around Jimin’s cock, desperate to get everything out of it, licking over the sensitive head, dipping his tongue into the slit.
“Fuck— oh my god—“ Jimin gasps, body spasming underneath him like he wants more and wants it to stop at the same time. “Jeongguk—“
“Nngh“
He lets Jimin slip out of his mouth, licks his lips to savour the taste. Then he pushes Jimin’s shirt up, kisses over his toned stomach, licks a line over his abs. He’s got to have everything tonight, every single thing.
Jimin doesn’t protest, just catches his breath while Jeongguk rides his shirt up even more, revealing his chest, his dark brown nipples. They’re soft under his lips and fingers, as he sucks one into his mouth and rubs the other between his index and thumb.
“Mmh— fuck, stop.” Jimin pats his head gently. “Sensitive.”
“Mm.”
He pops his lips off, slowly crawls up.
Jimin’s face is all flushed, nose and cheekbones shimmering with sweat in the golden moodlight, eyes hazy.
So pretty.
He presses a soft kiss on those plush lips, enjoys how they stick together, so nice and warm.
Jimin has other plans though, curls a hand around his neck and flips them over, aligns his lips with his ear.
“Let me help you prep for the dildo.”
Oh..
He braces himself when Jimin slides his hand between his thighs, tickles a little as he draws his fingers closer, slips them between his cheeks until they reach the end of the plug.
Instead of pulling it out, Jimin pushes it in a little deeper.
“A-ah—“
“Mmh..” Jimin’s moan vibrates right against his ear. “Hold onto me, relax.”
Jeongguk doesn’t need to be told twice, tangles his arms around Jimin’s neck and holds him close, breathes him in.
The buttplug slips out a little easier than the first time, maybe Jimin is more gentle with it.
“That’s it.”
Jimin kisses him right under his ear, makes his heart flutter.
He’s prepared to feel that dildo press against his rim again, but two warm fingers rub circles around it instead.
“Fuck, so wet..” Jimin pants, leans back a little and looks at him. “Hear that?”
Yeah, he does.
It’s embarrassing.
Everything is slick, wet, sounds exactly like pussy, no different than the fleshlight they just fucked, or the double ended sleeve.
The corner of Jimin’s mouth curls up as he rubs his middle finger right against his rim.
“F—fuck—“
He throws his head back in the pillow, the warmth of it so different than the cold silicone of the buttplugs he’s been trying.
What’s worse is, his body just relaxes. Jimin’s finger slips inside like it belongs there.
“Mmh, didn’t even have to put any pressure.” Jimin breathes out. “Can you take another?”
“Yeah, probably.” He pants.
Jimin presses not one, but two extra fingers against his rim, slowly pushes them in.
Jeongguk bites his lip, but a broken moan still escapes his mouth when those fingers curl inside of him.
It shouldn’t even surprise him at this point, Jimin’s small fingers know exactly what to do, a beckoning motion that rubs right against his prostate, menacing circles right around his sweet spot, and hot kisses that trail down his neck, over his shirt, down his chest, to his stomach, and—
“O–oh—“
He gasps, one hand flies to Jimin’s hair. The golden light illuminates half of his face, half of his pretty, plush lips that hover near his cock.
He holds his breath, leans up on his underarms. Not too long ago he was fucking a teacup just to touch something Jimin’s mouth had touched. Now those lips are barely an inch away, taunting him, asking to be fucked.
The curl of Jimin’s mouth is mean, the glint in his eyes is worse. He looks like he’s got no plans of closing the distance, just hovers right there.
“Fuck.”
Jeongguk curses under his breath, curls a hand around his cock and guides the tip to Jimin’s lips.
Nothing.
Jimin just stays still, lets it happen.
So he presses the head right against that plush lower lip, exhales shakily at the contact.
And Jimin just lets him, stares right back at him as he curls his fingers, derives pleasure out of him like a second nature. Jimin is made of it, everything he exudes is lust and sin.
Then finally, Jimin presses the softest kiss right against the head of his cock, lies his tongue flat against the underside.
“A—ah fuck.” He gasps, cheeks glowing hot, dick twitching. “Jimin—“
Fingers slowly slip out of him then, but he’s too focused on Jimin’s tongue to really register what’s happening, especially when Jimin licks it, drags the tip of his tongue over the slit.
“Mmh—“
He sucks in a sharp breath, shirt sticking against his back at this point. But as soon as the blunt, cold silicone head of the dildo presses against his rim another rush of heat surges through his veins.
“Oh my god—“
Heat accumulates in the pit of his stomach, and when Jimin puts a little pressure on his rim, while he wraps his plush lips around the head of his cock he squeezes the base tightly, holds his breath to prevent his orgasm.
Little bubbles pop in his mind, and for a second he can’t see a thing, nothing but the feeling of the dildo pushing inside of him inch by inch, spreading him open like nothing ever has before.
He clenches around it, a loud moan slipping past his lips, and when he’s sure he’s not on the brink of coming, his vision slowly returns.
Jimin’s eyes are closed, lashes casting shadows over his cheekbones, a pretty pink blush on his nose, and those soft lips wrapped around the head of his cock, sucking almost lazily. And yet, it’s still the best head he’s ever gotten.
Jimin likes it wet, spits on the head, then rubs his lips against it, smears it all out, presses slick kisses down his length, then licks all the way back up.
All he can do is stare, words completely lost on him, all that leaves him are pants and moans.
Until Jimin’s eyes slowly blink open, and that gaze falls on him.
He curses under his breath, cups Jimin’s cheek, caresses his cheekbone.
“So fucking pretty.”
Jimin presses a final kiss against the head of his cock then, nuzzles into his palm.
It’s so cute he doesn’t notice the way Jimin pulls the dildo almost all the way out until it pushes back into him.
“Ahh fuck—“
He gasps, closes his eyes shut tightly.
“Good?”
Jimin’s breath fans against his hand.
“I— I’m not sure.” He pants, clenches around the dildo. “Feels.. full.”
“Too full?”
“No— just— ah!”
He arches his back when Jimin moves the dildo in a circular motion, pleasure in his gut a little more intense— more palpable. He chases it, moves back against the dildo experimentally, the stretch so good, that full feeling driving him to cant his hips.
“Fuck..” Jimin pants, slowly sits up on his knees between his legs, eyes running down his body. “That’s it. Keep going.”
It’s a little embarrassing, but the pleasure sort of levels it out, so he keeps going even under that gaze.
Though as soon as he catches Jimin’s hand curling around his cock, he slows down his movement, stares at how Jimin strokes himself until he’s hard again.
Fuck.
His throat runs dry.
They haven’t really established anything. Like, they haven’t even talked about actual fucking. About who tops and bottoms and all that stuff, but he’s on his back— oh fuck. Why does he only get it now?
Jimin is prepping him to take his dick.
His breath hitches, a half chuckle half gasp or something along those lines leaves his lips.
“Fuck— are you— you’re gonna fuck me, right?”
Jimin’s eyes run back up, and he stops touching himself for a second, blinks a few times, then a small smirk curls on his lips.
“Yeah, that’s the plan.”
“Right no— yeah, okay.” He nods, brushes his hair back. “Sorry, just new to this.”
Jimin chuckles.
“Sorry, I thought it was obvious, but if you don’t want to bottom—“
“No I do.” He reassures, glances at Jimin’s cock once. “I just, you know, I’ve never been with a guy so..”
“Mm, don’t worry.”
Jimin tilts his head, slowly pulls on the end of the dildo, then pushes it back in.
“Fuck—“
“If you like that, you’ll like this too.”
Jimin lets his cock slap against his stomach.
It’s so fucking pretty, he just gapes at it, nods a few times.
“Okay.”
When he looks up, Jimin takes off his shirt, throws it on the floor, his silver necklace the only thing on his body, pendant resting between his pecs.
“You too.”
Jimin tugs on the hem of his shirt.
Right, fuck.
He tears his eyes off Jimin’s chest and takes his shirt off, leans back on his underarms on the bed.
He’s only a little nervous when Jimin lubes himself up. It’s about 80% horny 20% nerves. Because how different can it be from the dildo? It’s probably kind of similar to the feeling now, right?
The dildo slowly slips out of him, makes him shudder against the mattress. Jimin’s eyelids sink when he pushes the back of his thighs up, but his gaze still manages to find his own.
“Good?”
“Mm.”
Jeongguk nods, though fucking hell, he’s being manhandled by his roommate. They’re gonna fuck.
As soon as a warm, wet cockhead presses against his rim he can’t breathe, fists his hand into the sheets.
“Fuck—“
So he was wrong, it feels so completely different from a dildo. The warmth is the first thing, but the way it slips inside so much more easily, and how it throbs inside of him— fuck.
“Mmh.” Jimin’s head falls back as he moans, hands clench around the back of his thighs. “Fuck— finally.”
Yeah.
This has been all he could think about for the past week, finally getting Jimin alone, playing with all those toys, just going at it all night long.
“I’ve wanted to fuck you ever since I moved in.”
Jimin breathes out then, as he fixes his gaze on him again, pupils blown.
Oh.
That’s—
“What?”
He pants, barely a breath.
But Jimin doesn’t elaborate, he just experimentally rolls his hips, thrusts into him deep.
“A–ah— what— for that— mmh— for that long?“
“Mmh.” Jimin nods, bites his lower lip as he pulls out almost all the way, then thrusts back in until their hips snap together. “Fucked my fleshlights thinking about you.”
“O—oh.” He moans, cheeks heating up slowly. The idea that Jimin was getting off in the room next to him the past year with him on his mind is somehow more hot than anything else.
He’s not even sure if it’s all the practice Jimin has had or if he’s just naturally good at this, but every single roll of his hips feels so good it’s rapidly driving him insane.
The slow drag of Jimin’s cock inside of him, the curve of the head of his cock grazing against his sweet spot, it’s so good he can’t keep his mouth shut. Jimin elicits moan after moan from his lips just by fucking him slow.
The slick sound is reminiscent of the fleshlight they just shared, that wet squelch when Jimin thrusts into him, fills him up to the brim.
“Fuck—“
He finds Jimin’s gaze, silently pleads for him to come closer.
And Jimin seems to understand, lets go of his legs, leans down until their noses bump together, that necklace hanging, silver pendant touching his chin.
Jeongguk wraps his arms around his neck, immediately slots his lips between those soft, plush ones.
If it’s too intimate, Jimin doesn’t mind it. Kisses him just as slow as he takes him, slips his tongue in his mouth just as deep.
“Nngh—“
He’s not sure how long they kiss for, but when Jimin pulls away he’s dazed, nothing but those golden lights flickering in front of his eyes, the sweet taste of the inside of Jimin’s mouth lingering on his tongue.
That same mouth lines up with his ear then, hot breath fanning against his skin.
“I don’t mind fucking you slow.” Jimin whispers. “But I really want to make a mess of you.”