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Jimin eased a careful hand through Jungkook’s curls, the boy in his lap like Jimin was a human backrest. Settled on a pile of pillows on Jungkook’s bed, filled with triangle kimbap and already halfway through Avengers: Endgame.

It was rare to find a day off like this. Jungkook had texted him a hideous selfie captioned “bored” and Jimin was down the hall in minutes, landing on top of him like a starfish. They decided to watch Infinity War and Endgame back to back, finally making good use of the flatscreen at the foot of Jungkook’s bed. Both had seen each movie at least three times, enough that they could miss the subtitles, sometimes. 

Jungkook was currently fidgeting with a seam on Jimin’s sweatpants, heartbeat steady as they giggled at something Thor said. 

He was so comfortable like this. Jungkook’s weight like an anchor, body sated and movie familiar. Petting Jungkook’s hair in a rhythm and scratching at his scalp. 

“Feels good, hyung.”

“Good,” Jimin hummed, chest warm. Wanting him to feel good.

It was a few more minutes before he noticed Jungkook’s movements had changed, fingers roaming over his thigh. Back and forth. He wasn’t ticklish there, luckily, the feeling only soothing. Heavy and warm and ready to fall asleep, if he let himself. 

This movie wasn’t peaceful in the slightest but there was something about it. The feeling of everyone coming together to do good, knowing they would overcome it all in the end. All of their mismatched parts fitting together, complex and complicated as they were.

His best friend breathing quiet in his lap, always close to him. 

Jimin rubbed down over Jungkook’s shoulder and the boy’s rhythm changed. Fingers pressing deeper into his leg as they stroked him back and forth. Over and over. Goosebumps lifting on Jimin’s arms, the noise and music only rising on screen. 

He didn’t realize until it was too late, really. That Jungkook had been touching him so long. That his hand moving back and forth was actually affecting him. Calm and happy enough that it was making him feel good. Hand faltering on Jungkook’s neck. 

“Keep going, hyung,” Jungkook murmured after a while, and Jimin realized he’d stopped altogether. “Was nice.”

Jimin exhaled as he moved over Jungkook’s shoulder again. Down his arm, over his collarbone, back up to his hair. Tucking his curls behind his ear as Jungkook’s thumb traced over his thigh.

It was obvious, then. His own cock twitching in his sweats, just enough that he knew he couldn’t stop it. Perfect boy in his lap moving slow despite everything happening on screen. 

It had happened before. So many times he couldn’t count if he tried. Getting hard around him when it was never convenient. Too many years of being so close, laughing and cuddling and falling asleep together. But he’d always been able to hide it, before. Turning the other direction, slipping into the bathroom when it was really that bad. Maybe it was inevitable that it would happen while Jungkook was literally in his lap, full weight on his crotch.

He tried to focus on the movie instead, let the emotion distract him so it would just go away, but Jungkook wasn’t stopping. Fingernails scratching light at his skin, the feeling pulsing up his thigh. Legs spread around Jungkook between them. Too easy to stop focusing on the subtitles, to let his eyes blur. Too easy to hone in on the feeling when he should be doing anything else.

Cock getting harder and fucking absolutely needing to stop it.

“Jungkook-ah,” Jimin murmured, tapping at his shoulder and pulling his hips back. “We need to readjust a little.”

“Oh-” Jungkook breathed, pulling up and letting Jimin move his hips. “Am I too heavy?”

“No, it’s-” Jimin huffed, not even sure how to reposition without making it obvious. If they were side by side Jungkook would see it instead of feel it, and he wasn’t sure which was worse. “Legs fell asleep.”

“Oh! Sorry,” Jungkook said, squeezing at his leg. Not helping.

“Just-” Jimin huffed, settling on sitting up straighter. When he stopped moving Jungkook took it as his cue to lay back down again, still directly over his crotch. Cock even harder than it was before. Jimin would be surprised if he didn’t feel it. 

They lay still a moment, heart racing faster. The pressure and heat only making things worse, and then Jungkook started soothing over his leg again.

“Kook-” Jimin breathed, pulling his hips back and definitely just moving his dick against him. There was no way he didn’t feel it. “I’m sorry.”

“For what?” Jungkook hummed, fingers squeezing at his thigh.

“Just-” He accepted the inevitable. “I’m getting hard.”

“I don’t mind,” Jungkook said quietly. 

Like he already knew. Like it was easy. 

A chill rippled down Jimin’s spine. Voice quiet. 

“Are you sure?” 

“Yeah.” Jungkook nodded, head turned to Jimin so he could see him. “It’s okay.”

Jimin didn’t know what to say. A ‘thank you’ felt stupid. Silence would be too much. The TV just a blur of colors and sound at this point. 

They fell quiet again, Jimin trying to steady his breathing as Jungkook kept squeezing at him, kneading like a kitten. 

He knew what he was doing, Jimin realized. He knew. He could feel Jimin’s cock against his back and he was still rubbing him like that. Had already admitted he didn’t mind it. He had to know.

Jimin’s mind raced even faster. He wanted to stay calm, be normal, try not worry about it. If it wasn’t a big deal for Jungkook then it shouldn’t be a big deal for him. But it was still so much. Being this close. Feeling him. Fully aware of it. Turned on even if he didn’t want to be. Every inch of touch like electricity. 

He let his hand trail down Jungkook’s arm, over his tattoos, warm skin. Breathing as steady as he could and trying to seem natural. Only getting harder, somehow. Jungkook still rubbing his leg.

He let his hand slide from Jungkook’s arm down to his side to rub his waist. Felt his ribs through his shirt. Breathing with him. The movie nearly at its peak, his favorite part, and he could hardly pay attention. Too many feelings swirling in his chest. Too many years of loving so deeply and being so afraid to show it.

Still showing it in little ways, though. Laughing all night and into the morning, getting drunk and cuddling for hours, talking about their hopes and dreams. Playing with his hair and his hands and hugging him always. Going anywhere and everywhere just to be with him. Helping to calm him down when he was upset, reassuring him, confiding in him. Kisses to foreheads and shoulders and cheeks, but never to lips. Never wanting to risk the fall. Never wanting to lose what they had and Jungkook not liking him back.

Perfect, lovely Jungkook, laying in his lap and massaging his skin, and Jimin’s stupid cock still hard and obvious. But Jungkook didn’t mind. Soothing him in his own ways.  

Jimin wanted to scream. Wanted to escape, make it stop, but he liked this too much. Liked being close to him. Liked the comfort of knowing Jungkook didn’t mind. The idea that he might like it, too. The warmth and weight of him. 

Jimin wanted more. Wanted to kiss him. Show him how much he feels every day. Show him how much he wants him. Couldn’t stand the idea of more years passing without trying something just to see. Hoped they were close enough to make it through anything, even if Jungkook didn’t feel the same. Even if it didn’t work out. Wanting so badly just to know. Just wanting him. 

“You stopped moving again,” Jungkook murmured after a while, hand fumbling up to Jimin’s where it rested over his ribs. 

Jimin startled, not even watching the screen anymore, his hand over Jungkook’s chest and the boy’s hand over his. “Sorry,” he whispered, tempted to lean forward and nuzzle his head into his hair. “Distracted.”

He could feel Jungkook’s giggle more than hear it, the boy twisting around to see him. “By the movie?”

It felt like a test, somehow. The way Jungkook was looking at him. “Not really.”

He watched Jungkook smile, pretty lips. “By what, then?”

“You’re teasing me.” 

Heart beating fast and Jungkook pressed against him.

“Maybe.” 

Jimin pinched Jungkook’s ribs and the boy yelped, giggling, twisting even further to tickle him back. Jimin trying not to wince as he shifted on his lap, laughing as he grabbed at Jungkook’s wrist. Finally taking hold of him and breathing in deep. 

The movie was growing closer to its peak, so many familiar faces, the one scene Jimin could never miss. Instead staring at Jungkook beaming in his lap. 

“Hi,” Jimin murmured, skin tingling and not really sure why Jungkook was still looking at him. 

“Hi,” Jungkook spoke, so close, a hand over Jimin’s waist. 

“This is the best part,” Jimin whispered.

“I know,” Jungkook breathed.

Fuck.

He had to know what he was doing. He had to. Jimin could feel his own breath faltering, Jungkook leaning against him, still so fucking hard. Jungkook so close and so, so beautiful. 

He watched Jungkook’s eyes flit over his face, permed hair a mess, smiling like he was trying to hide it and looking down to Jimin’s lips. Fuck.

“Jungkook-ah-” 

“Mm-” Jungkook said, like he was distracted, too. 

“What are you looking at?” 

“You,” Jungkook breathed, sounds from the TV crashing in the background. Eyes flitting back up and smiling a little. He knew what he was doing.

They had always been so close, always, but never this close. Never pushed it for this long. Never had Jungkook made it so obvious that he might want him, too.

“Jungkook?”

“Hm?”

“Are you…” Jimin started. Afraid but trying not to be. The room holding its breath and the film fading with the ringing in his ears. “Do you want to-” He paused, Jungkook looking over him. “Could we- I mean. Would you maybe want to-”

Jungkook moved closer before Jimin even realized it, until their noses brushed. Eyes wide and sincere and a smile on his lips. 

“Hyung?”

“Yeah?”

“Can I kiss you?”

“Jungkook,” Jimin breathed like it was knocked out of him. Eyes wide and afraid and still trying to process it. “You want to?”

“Yeah,” Jungkook said, soft, a hand coming up over Jimin’s chest. “If you want to.”

“Fuck,” Jimin hissed. Heart in his ears and skin lit with goosebumps. Hands reaching for Jungkook’s waist and trying not to shake. “For how long?”

“A long time,” Jungkook spoke in a breath, smile coming small. “A really long time.”

“Yeah,” Jimin breathed out like he’d been holding it in. “Yeah.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” Jimin spoke, and then he was kissing him.

It had been so, so long. So long since he’d kissed anyone. A couple flings with friends back in Busan, afraid to let it go too far. He was so famous now, there was so much at stake. So afraid to commit to someone when it wouldn’t work out, anyway. And it had been nice, with them. Exploring and trying new things. But Jungkook had always been in the back of his mind. Perfect, lovely Jungkook. His best friend. Who he could talk to about anything. Who he missed even after hours apart. Who he loved being with, and talking to, and was completely himself around. Who he knew he’d fallen in love with.

Those moments in Busan had been nice, but they were nothing like this.

Jungkook kissed him like he’d been yearning for it, like he’d wanted this for so many years. Kissed him like every movement mattered, like he needed Jimin to know how much it meant. Holding his jaw in soft palms and cherishing him. Lips parting and overlapping like he needed to taste him, like he’d dreamed of it, like he cared for him as much as Jimin did. Jimin scrambling to hold onto his arms, his back, Jungkook slotted between his legs and holding himself over him. 

“The movie-” Jimin said after a while, lips wet as he glanced at the screen and nearly winced at how somber the scene was. Not exactly the mood.

Jungkook chuckled as he realized it too, finding the remote and switching it off.

Silence, suddenly. Just breathing together. Jungkook hovering over him with something like awe in his eyes. 

“Come here again,” Jimin whispered, and Jungkook was on him in seconds.

Lips so lovely, so warm, pulling him in and breathing in it. The smell of his skin, dark sheets always clean, this room they’d spent so many nights in before. Laughing hysterically as they played games all night, crying when things became too much. Holding him through tears and happiness, wanting nothing more than for him to be his absolute best. 

Chest swelling with how much he loved him, how much he wanted this, how desperately he needed to give him his everything.

“Fuck,” Jimin whispered when he pulled away just to breathe, lips tingling and helping Jungkook move onto his side. Rolling over just to look at him. 

Pretty. Always so pretty. He’d thought so since they were young, always guessed Jungkook would become the heartthrob of the group. Wasn’t surprised when his guess had come true, wasn’t surprised when Jungkook started giving him butterflies, too. When he’d pick him up and Jimin would get a rush from it, laughing dizzy with happiness, when he’d catch himself glancing at Jungkook during practice. When he’d take his hand without ever needing to, teasing him just to watch his smile bloom, sitting together while they got their tattoos. Holding onto him through the pain.

Beautiful Jungkook smiling back at him now, hair a mess, perfect smile, pretty eyes. Jimin leaned in to kiss him again. 

“‘M so happy,” Jungkook whispered when he pulled away, pressing in again to kiss Jimin’s cheek. Butterflies blooming all over again. Jungkook’s hand on his waist, gliding down to his ass, chest warm.

“Me too.”

“Are you still hard?”

“Take a guess,” Jimin huffed, still reeling at how much this all was. Sure that his cheeks were blushed pink. 

“Me too,” Jungkook breathed, grin coming sweet, a hand gliding over his waist. “Can I touch you?”

Jimin felt his stomach drop. Cock pulsing in his sweats. “You don’t have to.”

“I want to, hyung,” Jungkook huffed through his grin. “Really want to.”

“Okay,” Jimin heard himself say. Arms covered in goosebumps.

He’d never gone that far. All of his flings, and he’d never gone that far. Hadn’t ever really wanted to. It had never felt right. Always wanted it to be with someone he cared about. Someone who could make him feel like this. 

Every inch of himself focused on Jungkook’s hand trailing over his hip, cradling his thigh, rubbing over his tummy. Trailing down, a little lower, brushing just above his cock. Fuck. 

“Still okay?”

“Yes,” Jimin affirmed, sounding strangled, fingers coming up to hold Jungkook’s forearm without even thinking about it. Feeling his muscles flex as they moved, trailing lower, finally brushing over his cock.

He wasn’t sure what sort of sound he let out, something embarrassing, a pulse of feeling bursting from his cock down his legs. Jungkook’s eyes locked on his as he moved a little more, cupped him fully, cradled him. Held him like that, cock hard in his palm, fabric soft.

“Does it feel good?”

“Yeah,” Jimin hissed, falling forward a little, letting their foreheads touch.

“I’ve never done this before,” Jungkook whispered, eyes on his. “Never been with anyone.”

“Really?”

Jungkook nodded. “Hadn’t even kissed someone.”

“I was your first?”

Jungkook nodded, and a rush bloomed over Jimin’s skin. He’d had no idea. Wasn’t sure why it meant so much. 

He leaned in to kiss him again, the boy’s palm on his cock, stroking him a little now. So much more than he’d ever felt before. 

“I haven’t- either,” Jimin pressed out, breathing together, noses still touching as Jungkook rubbed him up and down. “Haven’t had sex, or anything.” 

“Really?”

Jimin nodded, mind spinning. Genuinely aching and feeling so in love. 

“I thought you had.”

“No,” Jimin huffed a laugh. “No. Only you.”

“Fuck,” Jungkook hissed, squeezing just a little. Enough to rocket over Jimin’s skin. “God.”

Jimin laughed, absurd as it all was. “Touch me, please. Please touch me.”

“Okay,” Jungkook spoke, seeming to remember himself, looking down as he pulled his hand away. Warmth gone for a moment, trailing along his waistband before pressing his fingers in. Tickling the hair there and gliding lower. Jimin about to jump out of his skin. 

The moment he touched him Jimin almost wanted to laugh at how intense it felt, so much, warm fingers on his cock. So hard for so long.

“Oh my god,” Jungkook whispered and Jimin made a sound, head pressed against him and clinging to his arm. 

“You can pull it out,” Jimin pressed, needing to be held, almost groaning when Jungkook tugged the fabric until his cock fell out. Hard as hell and nearly twitching. Just needing him. 

“You’re so pretty,” Jungkook murmured, and Jimin was nearly crying now. 

“Thank you,” he managed just before Jungkook took him completely.

Warm hand around him, so warm, gripping just enough to feel it ache. Enough for the pressure to lift a little, the feeling so much, needing him to move before he burst apart.

“Feels good,” he managed, and Jungkook was barely breathing as he watched his own hand. “Move, please.”

“Oh-” Jungkook spoke, just a breath, hand gliding over him. A pulse rushing over his skin. 

It was so much. So fucking much. Aching with a need he’d never felt before. Nothing even close. Feral and overwhelming and like he was already going to come. 

“Want you so much,” Jimin breathed, mouth against his cheek and wanting to touch him. Needing to kiss him and feel him more than he’d ever even hoped.

“I love you,” Jungkook whispered, like it just fell out of his mouth, and Jimin’s cock literally pulsed with it.

“Fuck,” he hissed, pulling away to look at him. Jungkook’s eyes wide and nervous like he hadn’t meant to say it. 

“I love you, too,” Jimin whispered, pressing kisses to his cheeks, to his jaw. Pulling back to kiss his mouth again, lips moving gentle and easy and giving him all he had. Jungkook tugging his cock slow and gentle, building a rhythm, growing a little faster as they kissed.

Jimin moaned without even realizing it, needing more of him. Kisses to his skin and everything so warm. 

He wanted his mouth on him, suddenly. Wanted to know what it felt like. 

“Do you want to suck my dick,” Jimin breathed after a while, warring with himself if it was too much too soon, but honestly flattered by the look on Jungkook’s face. Mouth hung slack and eyes nearly glossed over, already nodding as he pulled away.

“Yeah. Yeah,” he repeated, sitting up almost frantically, fitting himself between Jimin’s legs again. Face so close to Jimin’s bare cock and skin lit on fire. 

Jimin ran a hand through Jungkook’s hair, smoothing it down, running his hands over his temples. Wanting to be naked, suddenly, everything too hot and wanting to be as close as possible. 

He tugged his shirt over his head, almost laughing at the look on Jungkook’s face. The boy staring up at him like he was made of starlight, jaw hung slack, Jimin giggling as he took his cheeks and leaned down to kiss him. “Distracted?”

“Shut up,” Jungkook huffed and Jimin laughed harder, combing his fingers through Jungkook’s hair, messing it up before smoothing it down again. So in love with him.

“I’m- sorry if I do it wrong,” Jungkook murmured, eyeing his dick like he was almost afraid.

“I don’t think you can do it wrong,” Jimin giggled, pulling his legs toward himself to tug his pants off and settling them around him again. “Just don’t bite me, or something.”

Jungkook laughed a little, distracted, reaching up to hold him again. Electricity down his spine, so good, wanting to cry at how pretty he looked. “Just want to make you feel good.”

“You will,” Jimin murmured, thumbs smoothing over his temples. “You do.”

“Stop,” Jungkook breathed through his smile, leaning in and licking the head of his cock. 

Lightning. A beat of electricity through his body, soft and warm and so fucking wet. Jungkook seeing the expression on his face and leaning in to do it again, kitten licks, readjusting so he could take it all into his mouth. 

Jimin must have groaned, or something, because Jungkook pulled off to smile at him.

“What?” Jimin said, sure his whole chest was blushing. 

“You’re cute.”

“Stop,” Jimin huffed, thumb smoothing over Jungkook’s cheek. “Is it okay?”

“Salty,” Jungkook murmured, and Jimin was ready to apologize but Jungkook was smiling. “Wanted this for so long.”

“Yeah?”

He nodded as he licked from bottom to tip, tongue pressing flat, down and back up again. Wrapping his mouth around the head and pressing down, down, until it was all in his mouth.

“Oh my god,” Jimin gasped, whined, hands scrambling to hold Jungkook’s hair and knees folding to brace himself. “Oh my god.”

Jungkook didn’t pull off yet, moving up and back down again, over and over, until he sucked in on his way back up.

“Holy fucking shit,” Jimin burst out, shaking, not even sure what to do with himself. “What the fuck was that?”

Jungkook popped off and grinned at him, pressing small kisses to his pelvis. “I just sucked.”

“It was so good,” Jimin moaned, hoping to god no one else heard them. Almost wishing the movie was still on to drown them out. “So good.”

Jungkook looked proud, happy with the praise, leaning in to do it again. And again. Gliding down and sucking back up, cheeks hollowing out, a hand curling under him to touch his balls. Holding gently, perfect pressure, Jimin’s entire body aching. 

“It’s so fucking good,” Jimin hissed, wishing he could return the favor already, running his hands over his back and wishing his shirt was off. Just wanting him. 

Jungkook was determined, sucking him like he wanted to do good, always good, so good at everything. Something Jimin loved about him, how hard he worked, how determined he was to do his best, how many things seemed to come naturally. This was one of them, apparently. 

“I’m gonna come if you don’t slow down,” Jimin huffed after a little longer, almost frantic, wanting to hold him and touch him and make him feel good, too. Orgasm rising and rising and honestly surprised that he’d held it back this long.

“I want you to come, stupid,” Jungkook grinned as he pulled off his dick, voice a little hoarse, hand still pumping while the other rubbed over his thigh. “Want you to feel good.”

“Fuck,” Jimin whined, sure he was red all over, leaning back into the pillows and letting it overwhelm him. Wasn’t sure he could hold back any longer if he tried.

Jungkook was back on him, then, sucking harder than he had before, tongue swirling around his cock and Jimin’s eyes blurring to see stars. Legs tingling and hands shaking and the head of his cock wet with a pressure he’d never felt before, every inch of his body on fire. Nothing in his brain but him, him, him, the boy he loved, who he’d wanted for so long, had always admired more than anything. Sucking like he wanted him as much as Jimin did, like they could do this again, like this could be theirs together.

Jimin came hard with a whine, whole body bursting, exploding with something he’d never felt before. Never coming so hard, nearly blacking out with how much he felt. Hands tangling in Jungkook’s hair, legs writhing, cock pulsing over and over as the warmth hit his own stomach. Tiny kisses pressed to his thighs, hands smoothing over his skin, a “love you, hyung” in a warm breath on his leg.

“Jungkook,” Jimin gasped as soon as he could speak, eyes filled with stars, attempting to sit up a little just to see him as the boy crawled up his chest. “Oh my god.”

“Was it good?”

“Fucking yes,” Jimin huffed, limbs like jelly, not even sure if he could move but already wanting to return the favor. Needing to make Jungkook feel like that, even with the whole room spinning.

Jungkook was grinning as he leaned in to kiss him, just teeth at first, giggling as he finally managed to kiss him properly. Hands skirting over his chest to rub at his nipples, and Jimin jolted at that. Something he’d tried before, but a thousand times better now. Something they could try another time.

“I want to do you now,” Jimin huffed, still catching his breath, and Jungkook only giggled at him.

“Oh yeah?”

“Not like- I didn’t mean it like that,” Jimin snorted, a hand coming up to run over Jungkook’s arm. “Not yet. I just want to make you feel good.”

“Yeah,” Jungkook hummed, leaning down over him to kiss at his neck. Kisses trailing up to his cheek, to his lips. “Whatever you want, hyung.”

“Want to suck your dick,” Jimin rasped. “Want you to feel like that.”

“Yeah,” Jungkook said, like he was in a dream. He was probably aching, Jimin realized. Hadn’t even been touched yet, and it had been so long.

“Fuck, roll over,” Jimin huffed, feeling a little silly being naked and covered in come when Jungkook was still fully clothed.

Jungkook fell on his back beside him and Jimin tugged on his shirt, the boy helping him pull it off over his head. Exposed, suddenly. Blushed down to his chest, his sleeve of tattoos so beautiful, Jungkook’s own hand wandering over the tattoo on Jimin’s ribs.

Smiling up at him like he really was in love.

“Sorry if I can’t do-” Jimin waved his hand around, hoping to get the point across. “That.” 

Jungkook laughed. “What?”

“It was so good,” Jimin laughed, shaking his head. “Sorry if I don’t make you feel the same.”

“You will,” Jungkook murmured with a smile, eyes blown wide. “It’s not that hard.” 

“Yeah,” Jimin nodded a little. It still hadn’t really hit him yet. Not properly. Would probably hit him like a wave later on. The fact that Jungkook felt the same. That he wanted him back. That he’d spent years with butterflies whenever they touched, too, whenever they talked for hours or cuddled for a nap. That he wanted him the same way. 

“You’re covered in come,” Jungkook realized with a laugh.

“Oh, yeah,” Jimin said with a grin as he glanced down at himself. It was drying a little, probably nasty, but he didn’t really care. Jungkook twisted over to pull tissues from his nightstand, stomach muscles flexing, Jimin’s eyes trailing lower to his sweats. Cock definitely hard in his pants. Jimin let himself touch his thigh, squeezing a little, getting flashes of earlier. 

Jungkook was back on him in a moment, tissues wiping up whatever he could. Tossing them away to deal with eventually.

“Okay,” Jimin huffed when he was finished, the air on his skin bringing him back to reality. Gorgeous boy looking up at him. 

“Whatever you want, hyung,” Jungkook murmured as he lay down. Warm eyes. 

“I want everything,” Jimin snorted, hand running up and down Jungkook’s thigh. “But we’ll have time later.”

“Yeah,” Jungkook agreed, soft, beaming up at him. “Yeah.”

“Can I-” Jimin whispered, Jungkook quickly getting his point and lifting up to pull his sweats off. Underwear a dark gray, hard cock obvious and staining it with pre-cum. 

He’d seen him before, half a dozen times at least, years of sharing a room and showers and quick changes. But never hard. Never like this. Naked together. Naked for him. Warm skin, so perfect. Jimin smoothing over both of his thighs before tugging a little at his waistband, holding his breath as he pulled it down, cock laying hard and perfect. So much of him. He pulled the fabric down off his feet, rubbed back up his thighs, just looking at him. All of him. Stomach. Chest. Arms. Face smiling back at him, a little smug. 

“Shut up.”

“I didn’t say anything.”

“I know,” Jimin huffed, hands roaming over his skin. “You look nice.”

“Thank you,” Jungkook murmured, voice soft. A hand coming up to caress Jimin’s cheek, running over his shoulder and finding his hand. Squeezing just a little and scratching over his scalp. 

Jimin had pictured this so many times. Always wanted to know what it felt like to have a cock in his mouth. What Jungkook’s would feel like. Being full like that. Knowing he was making someone else feel good. Filled with lust and wanting so much.

He trailed a hand down Jungkook’s stomach, ticklish muscles, smoothing just a little over his dick and the boy gasped.

“Fuck,” Jungkook hissed, laughing a little at how much it was, and Jimin giggled back with him.

“Yeah?”

Jungkook chuckled, so happy, closing his eyes tight before looking back down at him, chest rising with deep breaths. 

Jimin trailed his fingers over his cock, skin soft, so much like himself. So pretty. Circled his hand around him before he tugged a little, up and down, focused on every little sound he made, every hitch of his breath.

He rubbed him loose and slow, tightened just a little, watched how he reacted. Let his thumb smooth below the head, rubbing there, cupping over it completely. Jungkook gasped as he ran a hand through his hair, Jimin letting his fingers dip lower, cupping his balls, wanting to feel his ass. To spread him open, to see him fully, but knowing they’d get there another time. Not wanting to do too much at once, wanting to cherish him in little steps. 

“Ready?”

“No,” Jungkook huffed with a grin, a hand lazy on his chest. “Not if it was like that.”

Jimin giggled as he pressed warm kisses to Jungkook’s thigh, hand still stroking him slow. 

“Okay,” Jungkook murmured after a while, hazy eyes watching him. “Okay. Go ahead.”

Fuck. So many years of wanting. Of wondering. Thumb smoothing under his cock as he leaned in. 

He pressed kisses along his length, skin warm, cradling him in his palm. Skin tingling with the way Jungkook reacted, soft breaths, opening his mouth to lick underneath.

“Oh,” Jungkook gasped in a breath, a shiver running through him, hand soothing wide over Jimin’s shoulder. 

“Good?” Jimin asked before leaning in again, licking longer, feeling it on his tongue, the boy scratching over his back.

“Yeah,” Jungkook said in a breath, eyes half-closed as they watched him.

Jimin readjusted himself so he could suck down on the head, and Jungkook moaned a little at that. The taste of pre-cum was odd and unfamiliar, but he didn’t mind it if it meant he could have him like this. Sucking a little and watching him, so fucking hot, running a hand up and down his length before taking in the whole thing.

Such an odd sensation, his mouth wide and full, but he loved it. Full of him, his most intimate parts, Jungkook almost frowning with how good it felt. Jimin let himself sit still like that, getting used to it, going a little deeper before deciding it was too much. Pulling off all the way and taking in a breath.

“Fuck,” Jungkook hissed, voice low. “I love it.”

“Good,” Jimin murmured, licking him again. Getting curious enough to lap at his balls, a different taste, Jungkook gasping in a breath and taking his hair. 

“‘M sensitive,” he whined, voice turning to a moan as Jimin sucked him into his mouth. Closed his eyes with how good it was, switched to the other and definitely blushed at the way Jungkook reacted. “Oh fuck.”

Jimin wanted to cry, honestly, being able to have him like this. Make him feel so good. Leaning in again to his cock, taking it slowly, pulling off just to press back down. Picking up a rhythm, Jungkook squirming beneath him, Jimin getting chills at the memory of how it felt. Finally sucking in as he pulled up, a vacuum around his cock, Jungkook swearing and grabbing at him. 

“Yeah, oh my god,” Jungkook laughed, clearly dizzy, looking delirious as he grinned at him. “Okay. Holy shit.”

“Right,” Jimin laughed, tingling, not giving him a break as he leaned in and did it again. Sucking steady, focusing on his rhythm, so full of him. Not going so far it would hurt but just enough to overwhelm him. 

His free hand wandered over Jungkook’s thigh, down his leg, muscles so strong, back up to his abs and holding him there. Jungkook’s hand finding his again, squeezing his arm, Jimin pulling off to breathe. 

“Love this,” Jungkook breathed, eyes on him, mouth parted to take in deep breaths.

“Love you,” Jimin murmured, grinning kisses to his pelvis. Kisses up his cock. Chest warm warm warm, so in love with him. “You’re hot, by the way,” he murmured as he sucked him down again, Jungkook giggling before he was caught in a moan. 

It was only a little longer before Jungkook was tugging at his hair, hands fluttering over his cheeks, breath coming faster and faster as he whined. 

“Baby, ‘m gonna come,” he breathed in a huff.

Jimin’s skin lit up at the pet name, like this was really real. Like there was an after for all of this. Still hitting him in waves.

Jimin sucked down even harder, all of his energy focused on bobbing up and down, a hand on his balls, another over his stomach, wanting to feel his muscles tense up as he came. Wanting to see what that looks like. To know he was the reason for it. 

“Fuuuck,” Jungkook whined in a moment, brow furrowed and mouth falling open, hands tangling in Jimin’s hair. Jimin pulled off just in time to watch his cock pulse, aching, come hitting his chest, his stomach, a warmth rushing through Jimin all over again. 

He stroked him through it, gentle, not wanting to push too far. Finally pulling off and tucking against his side. Kisses to his chest and neck, skin so warm, smelling of sweat and a little like shampoo. Kissing him again and again, letting him breathe, the boy finally able to cradle Jimin’s jaw in one hand and tug him into another kiss. Lips moving wild, slowing down to something molten, moving slow and passionate and filled with love.

“Thank you,” Jungkook breathed eventually, and Jimin laughed at that.

“Thank you, too, I guess.”

Jungkook giggled, a little dizzy, bright eyes scanning his face. Jimin breathed in deep as Jungkook tugged him even closer, skin pressed together, kisses to his neck and nuzzling into Jimin’s chest. 

“I love you, bun,” Jimin repeated. Needing him to know it.

Jungkook chuckled, so light, kisses to his chest. Laying naked together and so, so happy. 

“We didn’t finish the movie,” Jimin whispered after a while. A hand wrapped around his back and warm boy held close in his arms.

Jungkook snorted and pulled back to see him. Leaned in to brush their noses together, to kiss his lips. “I think I blacked out,” he giggled, lips against his cheek. “Forgot about the movie.”

Jimin laughed even harder. “That’s fine.”

“Love you,” Jungkook murmured, kisses to his jaw.

“I love you, too.”