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“One gin and tonic and one banana daiquiri, I gotcha!”
Jimin watches in a daze as the bartender turns around to grab the different bottles of booze they’ll need to make the drinks, all fast and skilled movements that are much too complicated for Jimin’s brain to process at the moment. He’s been stuck in this hot, overcrowded club for what feels like forever and wishes he could return to the bathroom where the air is a tad cooler. Sweat clings to his back and face uncomfortably and he’s feeling both buzzed and horny, a very bad combination if your name is Park Jimin.
Jimin raises the bottom of his mesh shirt to dab at his forehead, suddenly feeling a little self-conscious. He leans forward onto the bar with folded arms, savouring the sensation of cool wood on his blazing skin. His head hangs low and he shakes his head a bit, grimacing as he notices sweat droplets fling from his dark hair onto the bar’s surface.
Moments later, two glasses are placed down in front of him, which Jimin grabs with a polite smile directed at the bartender. He tells them to add to his tab and turns so he’s leaning back on the bar, surveying the club patrons carefully. Not that there’s a point in trying — everyone is moving to the beat of the song currently blaring through the stereos, meaning Jimin is only catching glimpses of faces or side profiles.
A body collides with his and he looks to his left to see large doe eyes crinkled in the corners and pink, pretty, kiss-swollen lips curled up into a smile.
“Hey, hyung! Oh, is that for me? Thank you!” Jeongguk reaches over to take the daiquiri from Jimin’s hand and sticks the straw in his mouth, sipping on the drink enthusiastically.
Jimin flicks his gaze up and down Jeongguk’s body, practically salivating at the sight of him. He always looks good, and he had looked particularly delectable the moment they left the house, but it seems like he’s just becoming more and more irresistible the longer they stay in this club. Although that might have to do with the glow seemingly emanating from him that makes it impossible for Jimin to look away.
His long, wavy hair is unruly and wet, indicating he must’ve combed through it while he was washing his hands in the bathroom. Eyeshadow is smudged around his eyes from how much he’s been sweating. His jeans ride low on his hips, allowing everyone to see the band of his Calvin Klein underwear peeking above it, and he’s wearing a matching denim jacket and loosely fitted tie. Jimin’s favourite piece of the carefully planned outfit, however, is the black crop top that conspicuously exposes his flat, toned stomach.
Jeongguk looks like walking sex. It’s making Jimin’s life very difficult at the moment.
“Mm, this is really good,” Jeongguk says with a pleased hum. He holds out his drink as an offering. “Wanna try it?”
“I’m good, baby. I’ve got my own,” Jimin refuses with a smile, lifting his gin and tonic for emphasis. “Besides, I already tasted it on you earlier.”
“Doesn’t mean you can’t have more,” Jeongguk grins, putting the straw back in his mouth and gently biting on it.
Jimin sucks his bottom lip into his mouth and looks away briefly, fighting every urge in his body screaming at him to bend Jeongguk over the bar and devour him whole.
To distract himself, he raises his glass and sips on his G and T. The tangy liquid burns as it goes down his throat and temporarily quenches his insatiable thirst.
“Hyung, can we dance?” Jeongguk asks then, looking over at Jimin with eager eyes.
“We can once we finish these drinks,” Jimin replies.
“Why not dance with the drinks?”
“I don’t wanna have to worry about spilling mine. My clothes are sticky enough as is.”
Jeongguk doesn’t seem to have any counterarguments. “Okay, drink faster then.”
Heeding his own demands, Jeongguk starts trying to chug his drink. Jimin raises an inquisitive eyebrow with a fond smile, watching him slurp his alcoholic slushie for an entertaining minute before taking the glass from Jeongguk’s hands.
“Slow down or you’ll give yourself a brain freeze,” Jimin warns.
“Too late,” Jeongguk winces, pressing his fingers to the top of his neck. “Only it’s not so much a brain freeze as it is a throat freeze.”
“This is why you need to be careful.”
Jeongguk lets out a pitiful whine and wraps his hand around his neck, his eyebrows pinched together and his expression twisted in pain. “Ah-h-h, it hurts.”
Jimin shakes his head and takes another swig of his drink, waiting for Jeongguk’s suffering to subside before returning his beverage to him. This time, he’s not fervently downing it all in one gulp, opting to take small, more reasonable sips.
When they do eventually finish, Jeongguk takes Jimin’s glass from him and sets it on the bar along with his own. A single glance is all that’s needed to have Jimin walking alongside Jeongguk over to the dance floor. There isn’t much space for them, but they’ll make do with what they have.
Jeongguk tries placing his hands on Jimin’s waist only for Jimin to immediately bat them away with a disapproving frown.
“Absolutely not.” He grabs onto Jeongguk’s hands and guides them to his shoulders, instead.
“Is it that big of a deal?” Jeongguk snorts, interlacing his fingers behind Jimin’s neck, arching an eyebrow.
“You don’t get to come here with your pretty little body on display and deny me from touching it,” Jimin says accusingly, greedily grabbing onto his waist, desperate to feel his burning hot skin beneath his palms.
Jeongguk gasps and flinches, trying to angle his body away from Jimin’s right hand. “Your hand is fucking cold.”
Courtesy of the glass he had been holding moments prior.
Jimin’s lips curl into a small grin and he teasingly trails his fingertips across Jeongguk’s stomach, watching it flutter with Jeongguk’s sharp inhales. His fingers crawl around to Jeongguk’s lower back, splaying out as Jimin presses his palm flush to Jeongguk’s skin. Jeongguk buries his face into Jimin’s neck and hugs him close, humming along to the song playing.
They sway together for a bit, warming up to the idea of dancing less civilly. It’s all relaxing and calm until Jimin decides to suddenly slip his hand up the back of Jeongguk’s shirt, making Jeongguk arch his back with a whiny noise of complaint.
“Don’t be a loser,” Jeongguk grumbles, scowling in a way that’s supposed to be intimidating but only serves to make Jimin coo internally. “No remorse? Fine, let’s see how you like it.”
Only the difference is Jeongguk’s ice-cold fingers pressing against the overheated skin of Jimin’s nape feel heavenly, eliciting an exaggerated moan from him.
“Mm, that’s it. Give me more, baby,” Jimin drawls while excessively fluttering his eyelashes.
Jeongguk half-heartedly smacks his shoulder with a roll of his eyes. “Please seek help.”
Another song starts playing that Jimin and Jeongguk are much more familiar with. They start to move on their feet more, hips circling and hands shamelessly exploring each other’s bodies, slipping beneath clothes and through damp strands of hair.
Generally, Jimin is much more confident with himself and his sexuality than Jeongguk is, unafraid of being as shameless as possible. But there are times when Jeongguk is able to settle comfortably in his skin, not as desperate to hide his true self from the rest of the world. Completely feeling himself and getting lost in the sense of just being. Of just existing as him.
Tonight is one of those times, Jimin can tell, feeling a rush of heat spreading throughout him from his center as Jeongguk turns around so they’re dancing back to chest. Grinding back on him, Jeongguk tips his head back onto Jimin’s shoulder, eyes closed and his bottom lip caught beneath his teeth as his lips form a teasing smile.
Absolutely sinful, that’s what he is.
Jimin groans as he noses Jeongguk’s ear, tightening his grip around his waist. Wrapped around him, Jimin rocks his hips forward, right into the curve of Jeongguk’s ass. He glances around at the surrounding dancers, taking note of how some of them are looking at Jeongguk. Like they want a taste of him, want to run their hands all over his body to feel the heat of it and the smoothness of his skin. Maybe they’re imagining what it’d be like to kiss him, to whisper dirty promises into his ears that have him gasping and squirming in their arms impatiently.
Such thoughts have Jimin sliding his hands over Jeongguk’s bare stomach, pinching the taut skin to make it bloom pink even though the dark club lights make it impossible for anyone to see it.
These men ogling Jeongguk think they can handle him, but they can’t. Only Jimin can. They don’t know what Jeongguk likes. They don’t know what to do to make him needy and pliant, to make him whine and squeal.
“You’re garnering attention,” Jimin whispers into Jeongguk’s ear.
In any other scenario, that would make Jeongguk blush and cower in embarrassment, trying to appear as small as possible. Tonight, he bites the tip of his tongue with a coy smile and turns his head to look at Jimin. “Does it bother you?”
“No.” Jimin kisses Jeongguk’s lobe and then flicks his tongue over his hoop earrings. “I can’t blame them for looking. You look delicious.”
“And I’m all yours, fortunately for me.”
“Mm, they wouldn’t know what to do with you. Wouldn’t know how to please you the way I do,” Jimin whispers, grazing his lips along the shell of Jeongguk’s ear before dropping a kiss right below it. One hand creeps up underneath Jeongguk’s top to roam over his chest while the other stays on his stomach, drawing patterns aimlessly over soft skin.
Jeongguk leans his weight back onto Jimin, sighing quietly. He grabs onto Jimin’s bicep with one hand and his hip with another, keeping their bodies as close together as possible. Lips trailing down his neck coax Jeongguk to incline his head, exposing more of himself for Jimin. His skin is salty with sweat and smells distinctly of Jeongguk, of the light and sweet perfume he always uses.
Jimin looks up to find that many of the men are still leering, some appearing even more interested than earlier. It ignites a flame of competitiveness in Jimin, makes him want to prove to these strangers that while they think they could take Jimin’s place and satisfy Jeongguk, that isn’t the case. Pleasing and taking care of Jeongguk is like an art, one that Jimin has mastered the skill of.
Jimin spins Jeongguk around and hikes one of his legs up over his hip, keeping a hand on Jeongguk’s thigh in a tight grip. His other hand slides to Jeongguk’s lower back and presses him close as Jimin surges forward to kiss him.
Jeongguk moans against Jimin’s mouth and rakes his hands through his hair, scraping his nails across Jimin’s scalp. Their bodies mould around each other perfectly, fitting together like pieces of a puzzle, no space between them. Jimin’s tongue slips past Jeongguk’s lips, letting Jimin taste the sweet remnants of Jeongguk’s banana daiquiri.
“You taste so damn good,” Jimin mumbles into Jeongguk’s mouth, practically feeding him the words.
“You know what else tastes good?”
Jimin groans and slides his hand up Jeongguk’s leg and around the curve of his ass, squeezing it roughly. “This.”
“I was thinking more like your cock, but- fuck.” Jeongguk moans, tugging on Jimin’s hair.
Jimin dives in for another kiss, sucking on Jeongguk’s lips noisily. His hands smooth up Jeongguk’s back, groping at his hips, waist and ribs along the way.
“I wanna fuck you,” Jimin says with a hint of desperation, bumping their foreheads together.
Jeongguk inhales shakily and nods frantically, eyes screwed shut. “Sounds like a great idea. I’m down for that.”
Jimin snorts in amusement and initiates another fierce kiss. “Let’s sneak off to somewhere a little more private, hm?”
Jeongguk takes hold of Jimin’s hand and starts dragging him over to the bathrooms with long, confident strides. Like a peacock unfurling its feathers, Jimin walks with his chest puffed in pride, sensing several pairs of eyes on them and feeling immensely smug about it.
They step into the bathroom and are on each other immediately. Jimin backs up into a nearby wall and snatches Jeongguk by his tie, yanking him forward to crash their lips together. Jeongguk’s hands clutch at Jimin’s hips to bring their crotches together, denim grinding on leather. They moan in unison, becoming more frantic with their kisses, lips slick with saliva and sliding together messily.
“Stall,” Jimin orders in a hushed voice.
He barely waits for Jeongguk’s nod of agreement before pulling him along, using the tie like a leash. There’s an empty stall furthest from the entrance and Jimin shoves Jeongguk inside, locking the door behind them.
“God, this is so nasty,” Jimin grouses, side-eyeing the toilet.
“We’ve done this before, it’s no big deal,” Jeongguk says, leaning back on one of the stall walls, hands creeping underneath Jimin’s shirt to rub up and down his sides.
Jimin leans in to nose along Jeongguk’s jaw, following the sharp angle with his lips. “Someone as pretty as you deserves to be taken apart slowly and carefully on a soft, plush bed.” He kisses down to his neck, leaving wet, open-mouthed kisses. “You deserve to be treated like the princess you are.”
“Fucking hell, hyung,” Jeongguk gasps, rutting up against Jimin.
Jimin laps at his skin a few times before sucking on it, just enough to give it a pink hue. He grazes his lips over Jeongguk’s Adam’s apple, feeling it move as Jeongguk swallows audibly, and moves to the other side of his neck. Licks, kisses and nibbles are littered all over Jeongguk, leaving him a flushed, panting mess.
Jimin follows an imaginary trail down to the base of Jeongguk's throat, pausing once he gets to the collar of his shirt. Normally he likes to give Jeongguk’s chest some special attention. Those dark, perky, sensitive nipples are too much fun to play with. Today, Jimin bypasses them — as painful as it is to do so — and drops down to his knees to come face to face with Jeongguk’s stomach.
It’s soft and warm under the hand Jimin smoothes over it, golden skin that would look so much prettier with Jimin’s marks. He traces the faint dips outlining Jeongguk’s abs, revelling in the shiver his touch elicits and the consequential flutter of Jeongguk’s stomach. Jimin grabs onto his hips and holds them to the wall, forcing him to be still as he places kisses all over his tummy.
A quiet moan escapes Jeongguk and his hands weave into Jimin’s hair, mussing it up with gentle sweeping motions. Those gentle actions gradually turn into nails raking along Jimin’s scalp and fingers tangling in his hair as Jimin’s kisses transition to nips and sucks.
“Hyung, we’re wasting time,” Jeongguk reminds him through gasping breaths.
Jimin continues skimming his lips, tongue and teeth across Jeongguk’s stomach as his fingers fiddle with loosening his belt. He grabs onto the waistband of Jeongguk’s jeans and pulls them down to his ankles.
“Fuck,” Jimin curses in awe.
Jeongguk’s hard cock is clearly visible through his tight underwear, a darkened wet patch near where his tip lies. Jimin runs his hands up Jeongguk’s legs to his hips and then forcefully flips Jeongguk around, now kneeling at eye level with his butt. His eyes follow the thin, cotton string of the panties that’s completely enveloped by Jeongguk’s cheeks.
“Seeing you in a thong never gets old,” Jimin mumbles, smoothing his palms over Jeongguk’s ass appreciatively, squeezing just a bit.
“I look even better with it off,” Jeongguk says teasingly, arching his back and wiggling his hips.
Jimin groans and slaps Jeongguk’s ass. Not hard enough to hurt, but enough to have the sound of impact echoing off the bathroom walls. He uses a hooked finger to pull the string of the panties aside and brings his other hand to Jeongguk’s hole, rubbing his fingers over the puffy rim. The slightest amount of pressure has his fingertips easily slipping inside Jeongguk.
“Still loose from earlier,” Jimin remarks, watching three fingers disappear inside Jeongguk.
Jeongguk moans and rests his forehead against the stall wall, sticking his butt out more. “I’m always ready for you.”
Jimin curls his fingers and strokes along Jeongguk’s hot, soft walls, pressing a little more when he feels his prostate. Jeongguk’s breath catches in his throat and his knees knock together, hands that were initially lying flat on the wall now curling up into fists.
“So if I just start fucking you now, you’ll be able to take it?”
Jeongguk tightens around his fingers and moans quietly, pushing his weight back towards Jimin and trying to make his fingers slip in deeper. He’s so loose Jimin could probably fit a fourth finger inside him, maybe even his thumb. That would definitely be a sight.
Jimin rises to his feet and takes his fingers out of Jeongguk, ignoring the pitiful whine of protest he receives. He manages to undo his belt without any interruptions, but then he’s limited to using one hand to shimmy out of his pants, the other becoming occupied with pinning Jeongguk’s shoulder to the wall after he tried to turn around.
Jeongguk exhales sharply through his nose in the form of a quiet laugh and glances at Jimin from over his shoulder. “Mm, hyung is getting rough.”
“Last I checked, that was never a problem for you.”
Jimin lets his pants and underwear slip down to his thighs after grabbing the small tube of lube from his back pocket, squirting some onto his fingers and then temporarily holding onto the tube with his teeth. He smears the lube onto his cock and starts stroking himself, hissing through his teeth in pleasure.
“Wanna touch you, hyung,” Jeongguk says pleadingly.
Jimin denies him with a grunt and presses the tip of his cock to Jeongguk’s rim, giving a few testing pushes before sliding in properly with one fluid thrust. They moan together — although Jeongguk is much louder and practically drowns Jimin out — and Jimin presses his face to Jeongguk’s nape as he takes a moment to revel in Jeongguk’s heat, his tightness.
The brief calmness is disturbed by Jeongguk’s noise of indignation after Jimin wipes some of the excess lube on his hand onto Jeongguk’s ass.
“It’s gonna dry and feel weird, you dick,” Jeongguk complains with a dramatic huff.
“You’ve been covered in cum and barely even batted an eye, but lube is where you draw the line?” Jimin snickers after stuffing the tube back into his pocket.
“Because I want your cum. I didn’t ask to be your rag—”
Jeongguk’s voice dies down in an instant as the bathroom door opens and two distinct voices fill the enclosed space. Feeling a rush of thrill, Jimin grins and grabs onto Jeongguk’s hips, slowly grinding into him. Jeongguk presses a fist to his mouth and exhales shakily, tightening up around Jimin.
“You gonna stay quiet, baby, or are you gonna let them know how good you feel stuffed full of cock?” Jimin whispers, right into Jeongguk’s ear that’s gradually turning red.
“Fuck, hyung,” Jeongguk curses, barely audible. He squeezes his eyes shut and tries to quiet his laboured breaths.
Jimin circles his hips and leans forward to press his torso to Jeongguk’s arched back, nuzzling into the spot right behind Jeongguk’s ear. “Too bad they can’t see you, right? You’d just love for them to see you like this, pinned to the wall with your useless, little cock tucked safely in your panties, your pretty ass pounded into—”
Jeongguk chokes on a strangled moan, smacking his hands on the stall wall a bit too loudly. The mindless chatter in the restroom pauses and after a few silent, still seconds, there are shuffling footsteps heading towards the door and then Jimin and Jeongguk are the only ones in the room once again.
“You almost got us caught,” Jeongguk gasps out.
“First of all, I wasn’t the one making sounds. Second of all, don’t act like you aren’t three seconds away from creaming yourself at the mere notion of them knowing what we’re doing in here.” Jimin starts steadily thrusting into Jeongguk, grabbing onto his hips tightly to keep them angled just the way he likes.
“Oh my God, hyung, shut up,” Jeongguk implores, stifling a whimper as Jimin rubs up against his prostate.
Jimin chuckles and leans in to playfully nip at Jeongguk’s earlobe. “I don’t think you really want that. You love hearing me talk about you while I’m fucking you. Love when I tell you how fucking pretty your whines and moans sound, how adorable you sound when you’re gasping and writhing around. Love it when I grab onto this itty-bitty waist and tell you how sexy you look, whether I’m looking at you from behind or when I get to see your gorgeous face and look into those big, beautiful eyes of yours, filled with tears. Because my cock just feels too good, doesn’t it? So good and so overwhelming my poor baby can’t handle it.”
“Hyung, fuck- ah! Fucking- God!” Jeongguk reaches an arm up over his shoulder to grab onto the back of Jimin’s head, holding it in place.
Jimin grabs onto Jeongguk’s thigh and lifts it, supporting it with his arm as he continues fucking into him hard. His other hand finds Jeongguk’s and curls around his wrist, holding it against the wall firmly.
The pitch of Jeongguk’s moans and whines increases by an octave, more closely resembling a baby kitten’s mewls. Not only that, he becomes louder, so much so that Jimin suspects anyone right outside the bathroom door would be able to hear him clearly.
Jimin moves his hips faster, moaning at the feeling of Jeongguk clenching around him. The hand on his head tugs him closer and he jerks forward to kiss Jeongguk, hungrily slipping his tongue into his mouth. It’s wet and messy and uncoordinated and if Jimin wasn’t unbearably turned on at the moment, he’d probably feel a little uncomfortable with the amount of drool Jeongguk is smearing all over his chin. It’s pooling out of Jeongguk’s mouth and it doesn’t help that he’s licking at Jimin’s lips more than he is actually kissing them.
“Mmph, fuh-feels so good, hyung. Hah, I can’t- can’t get enough,” Jeongguk whispers, panting heavily against Jimin’s mouth, giving it some more lazy licks. His fingers thread into Jimin’s hair and pull on the longer strands near the crown of his head.
Jimin sucks at his bottom lip, pulling off with a loud, wet smack. “You feel incredible, Gguk-ah. Squeezing around me so tightly. Gonna keep fucking you ‘til you’re nice and loose. Until your hole is gaping for me, yeah? Then I can just slip in whenever I want and fuck you dumb ‘til you’re a babbling mess.”
Jeongguk hiccups and lets out a soft cry, staring at Jimin with teary eyes full of carnal desire. He mashes their lips together, biting Jimin’s bottom lip a tad recklessly, leaving a sharp stinging sensation behind. Realizing his enthusiasm might’ve gotten out of hand when Jimin winces, he licks over Jimin’s lip apologetically and kisses the corner of his mouth.
“Faster, hyung. Please,” Jeongguk pleads in a hushed voice.
Jimin kicks his hips forward, leaning more of his weight onto Jeongguk and flattening him against the wall, pressing his fingertips harder into his thigh with the hopes of leaving permanent fingerprints in Jeongguk’s skin. He wants to leave his mark behind. Everyone needs to know that there’s only one person who can fuck Jeongguk the way he deserves, only one person that gets to trace every curve and edge on his body, only one person that can draw the most exquisite and depraved sounds from him.
Moans, gasps and whimpers spew past Jeongguk’s lips as he’s pounded into. He rests his temple against Jimin’s forehead, his lips parted around every sound that escapes him, his breaths fanning over Jimin’s cheek. “Ah, yes. Kuh-Keep- ngh, please don’t stop.”
“I don’t plan on stopping. Not until you’re making a mess of your panties. Want to see your cum soaking through them,” Jimin says in a husky voice, his eyebrows pinching together in pleasure as Jeongguk squeezes around him.
Jeongguk whines, loud and pitiful. His hips start rocking back as best as they can given his current position, meeting Jimin’s harsh thrusts. Slaps of skin echo around the washroom walls, sounding like the claps of an imaginary audience.
Jimin moans and grasps Jeongguk’s hand tightly. Sweat beads on the back of his neck underneath his hair, dampening the strands and making them stick to his skin. He’s getting close, his arousal burning hot within him, stifling the burning of his muscles. Pleasure vibrates throughout his entire body, buzzing incessantly and becoming more and more powerful.
“Shit, I’m gonna come,” Jimin hisses, pounding into Jeongguk mercilessly as said man chokes on his own cries.
“Wuh-Want it. Want hyung’s come i-in me. Mark me. Claim me,” Jeongguk babbles.
Jimin lets out a gravelly groan and thrusts once, twice, thrice—
He comes with a violent bodily shudder, exhaling shakily. His hips stutter for a moment before picking up pace again, maintaining it for just a few seconds longer until Jeongguk comes with a wail.
Their bodies slump against each other and Jimin loses his grip on Jeongguk’s thigh, letting it fall like an anchor. Jeongguk knocks his head against the stall while Jimin buries his face in his nape, breathing loud and heavy. His arms snake around Jeongguk’s waist as he embraces him weakly, focusing on the way Jeongguk’s body moves with each breath he takes.
“That was great and I thoroughly enjoyed every second of that, but I can hardly feel my one leg and I’m worried I’ll topple over,” Jeongguk says in a breathless voice.
Jimin chuckles tiredly and kisses the back of Jeongguk’s damp neck lovingly. “I won’t let you.”
“Also, let me remind you for the hundredth time that your cum is not staying inside me, whether I want it to or not. My thong says no. So why, tell me, did you come inside me again?”
“And for the hundredth time, I’ll clean it up. Don’t worry about it.”
Giving Jeongguk no chance to protest and complain further, Jimin pulls up his leather pants before dropping to his knees unceremoniously to kneel behind Jeongguk again. He places his hands on Jeongguk’s reddened cheeks and pushes them up and apart, spreading them to let him have a perfect view of Jeongguk’s abused, swollen rim.
Jimin lunges forward and attaches his lips to Jeongguk’s entrance, sucking on it noisily and slipping his tongue inside. Jeongguk’s voice cracks on a moan, though Jimin can hardly appreciate the sound properly when he’s too focused on sloppily scooping his own cum out of Jeongguk.
“Hyung, I—”
Jeongguk bangs his forehead against the stall, slapping his hands onto its surface as he keens and presses his ass back into Jimin’s face. Jimin accepts it greedily, licking into his hole diligently and squeezing his cheeks.
In any other scenario, Jimin isn’t particularly fond of the taste of his own cum. When it comes to Jeongguk though, Jimin makes an exception. Because everything tastes better when Jeongguk is involved — especially if Jimin is tasting it off or from within him.
So Jimin makes sure to clean Jeongguk up amply, ensuring no trace of himself is left behind. By the time he’s done slurping up his cum, Jeongguk’s legs are trembling and all he can do is let out broken little moans, muffled by his face being hidden in his arms.
“You okay, baby?” Jimin asks with a grin, rubbing his hands over Jeongguk’s cheeks soothingly.
“No, I’m half-hard. How am I supposed to deal with this?”
“Remind yourself that we’re in a filthy bathroom. Do you know how many drunk dumbasses probably pissed all over the floor? Or how many puked their guts out into this toilet?”
Jeongguk groans in disgust and turns around to lean back against the stall, staring down at Jimin with his face scrunched up in revulsion. “I’m never letting you fuck me in a bathroom ever again.”
“I have a hard time believing that. I guarantee we’ll do this again.” Jimin gives Jeongguk’s thigh a kiss, the other one, and then his stomach before rising to his feet. “Besides, you’re an attention-whore. You love fucking in places where people can hear and potentially catch you.”
Jeongguk slaps Jimin’s chest in offence but is easily swept up into a kiss when Jimin yanks on the tie around his neck. Their lips move slowly against each other, none of the savage hunger from earlier present in this kiss. Just a mix of sweetness, fondness and sensuality.
“I could really use a drink now,” Jeongguk whispers, his lips brushing against Jimin’s as they move around each spoken word.
“Now that you mention it, I could, too,” Jimin says with a growing smile.
Jimin pecks his lips one more time and then pulls away to let Jeongguk put his pants on, griping about how they’ve been touching the dirty floor and probably need to be bleached and burned.
“How about your thong?” Jimin asks with a smirk as he opens the stall door and approaches the sink, washing his hands thoroughly.
“Ugh, don’t get me started.” Jeongguk comes out of the stall with his hand shoved down the front of his pants, retrieving it with globs of cum all over his fingers. “Why do I always let you fuck me in my panties?”
Jimin dries his hands with a chuckle and then walks up behind Jeongguk to hug him, resting his chin on his shoulder and watching Jeongguk’s reflection in the mirror as he cleans up. His hair is even more dishevelled than earlier if possible and his eye makeup is more smudged. Although Jimin doesn’t look much better, strands of hair sticking up in disarray and a hint of lust still lingering in his gaze. Taking a single look at them, it’s pretty obvious what they’ve been up to and any of the other clubbers who see them will probably arrive at the same conclusion.
“Do you want me to get us drinks while you finish up in here? Your regular?” Jimin asks.
“Oh, yes, please. I think I’ll need to touch up my makeup a bit, but I’ll catch up to you soon,” Jeongguk replies, looking up at Jimin through the mirror with a grateful smile.
Jimin hums and kisses the side of Jeongguk’s head before walking away, letting his hand skim along Jeongguk’s lower back, reluctant to let go of him.
As he steps out of the bathroom, he’s bombarded by the deafening music blasting on the speakers and the occasional flashing lights. He runs his hands through his hair to try to smooth it down as best as he can as he navigates through the crowd, slipping around swaying bodies with quiet apologies. With so many people compacted together, Jimin could feel his body temperature rising by the second.
After what feels like an entire journey and a half, he makes it to the bar and claims one of the only empty spots near it, waiting to catch the bartender’s attention and beckoning them over.
“What can I get for you?” the bartender asks.
“A gin and tonic and a banana daiquiri,” Jimin tells them.