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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.”