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there’s this thing.
It started only a week ago, but it’s the third time it happens.
Jungkook is next to Jimin in a small secluded room in the company building. Everyone else is asleep in the dorm next door. Probably.
They’ve hacked Namjoon’s laptop, eagerly typing the url of the site they’ve used the last time as well.
When Jimin hits the enter button, multiple videos pop up on the screen, all of them of women without much clothes on. Or none at all. There’s some men, but not as much. Some of them move, show a little teaser of what’s to come, some of them only mildly suggest.
He always lets Jimin choose the video.
Maybe because he walked in accidentally the first time, and Jimin had shooed him out of there.
And then he had asked with his big puppy eyes if he could watch as well.
As if he hadn’t asked Namjoon and Hoseok already.
They always keep the laptop hidden away from him, or change the password. As if he doesn’t look it up on his phone when the internet doesn’t suck.
He’s old enough to watch porn. They’re just overly protective because he hasn’t had a girlfriend, and think he shouldn’t learn about sex this way.
It’s frustrating. He knows women aren’t like this, he knows sex isn’t like this. He’s learned it all. They still won’t let him use the laptop.
So with two failed attempts, he tried with Taehyung first. But taehyung said he didn’t really want to watch anyway.
Jimin was his next target. Then he finally begged long enough to get a ‘fine’ out of him.
At first he really thought Jimin would just let him use the laptop, but since the others would find out he was in there alone that way, they have to watch together.
It’s no secret what all of them do in this tiny secluded room. They even have a schedule of who first and who last. Namjoon’s idea, since they kept walking in on each other.
So yes, it was really awkward the first time he and Jimin watched porn together.
Jimin had looked at him with glowing cheeks, asked him if he would just keep his eyes on the screen and don’t make any noise. Don’t ask any questions, just get off and that’s it.
So that’s what happened the first time, them silently jerking off to some lesbian porn. Jungkook doesn’t really like lesbian porn that much, he’s more into the straight thing.
There was just this thing the other time they watched straight porn.
He had noticed Jimin moaning softly when the woman was sucking the guy’s cock.
They had a strict no sound rule, but Jimin broke it. It made Jungkook a little flustered,
It got hard to focus afterwards.
Because Jimin sounded.. good?
He thought it would have made him awkward or uncomfortable, but instead he just felt curious as to what Jimin looked like getting off.
He had sneaked just the tiniest glance.
It ruined him.
The sight of Jimin’s head thrown back, skin glistening with sweat, eyes closed, eyebrows furrowed in concentration, pretty lips open to let out soft pants, his hair all messy, the grip of his small hand around his cock, the way he rolled his hips up into his hand.
The ‘tiniest’ glance took probably about a minute.
And then he turned back to watch the video, only to find out that it did not do anything for him anymore.
All he could think was how Jimin’s cock looked better than the guy’s on the screen, that Jimin’s face looked so much hotter than that of the woman on the screen, that he sounded so much better than either of them.
The rest of the video he had his eyes closed and Jimin on his mind when he came all over his hand.
And now is the third time they’re in there together.
Jimin clicks almost immediately on a POV video where a woman is sucking dick.
The first seconds are always awkward. They’re both still clothed, hands still on their thighs, not really touching anything yet.
Only when the woman really starts going down, Jungkook sees Jimin’s hand move from the corner of his eye.
Right.
right
Watch the screen.
Jungkook watches the woman’s lips spread around some guy’s cock.
It’s alright, but it’s not nearly the sight he saw last time. It’s not nearly that hot.
His cock only gets half hard, and when he whips it out of his pants he plays with it lazily.
It’s only when he hears Jimin take sharp breaths that he feels his cock twitch. Since they’re not supposed to make any sound, it’s somehow even more hot when he can hear Jimin get worked up.
He hears Jimin moan softly once. It’s sweet, low. Something so erotic about listening to Jimin that Jungkook doesn’t even have to watch the stupid video.
He just touches himself silently, and listens to Jimin’s soft exhale of breath, his very soft moans, the way he picks up the pace of his hand and fills the tiny room with wet sounds.
“Mmh- ah.. sorry.”
Jimin apologises softly after he moans so prettily.
“I- I don’t care.”
Jungkook says back immediately. It’s the first time they interact in the middle of a video.
Jimin doesn’t say anything afterwards. But he also doesn’t stop the soft little moans and pants from coming out.
Jungkook can’t take it any longer at some point. He really wants to watch Jimin, have that tiny glimpse of him again.
So he does. He glimpses.
Jimin’s eyes are open, and they make eye contact for a second before Jungkook quickly looks back at the screen.
Panic rises in his chest, but Jimin doesn’t say anything about it. The sound of his hand moving stays the same, there’s nothing to indicate he cares about the incident.
“Sorry.”
“S’fine.”
Jimin replies, sounding like he’s watching the screen, doesn’t even care.
Jungkook swallows, watches the woman on the screen lick all the way up to the head of the guy’s cock.
He wonders what it tastes like.. what it’s like to do that. What Jimin would sound like when he gets a blowjob.
Shouldn’t he be wondering what it feels like for himself?
“Mmh.. fuck..”
Jimin moans. it’s louder than the other times. Jungkook’s feels his cheeks burning up.
Why is it so hot? Why is it so hot to hear Jimin like this?
“Don’t you- mmh.. don’t you like it?”
Fuck.
Jungkook bites his lip, turns his head to look at Jimin.
Oh god.
Don’t look down.
“Don’t you like the video?”
Jimin asks again, his eyes are unfocused but so so pretty.
He’s not moving his hand, and then Jungkook notices he’s not moving his own either. He must have gotten lost listening to Jimin and forgotten to touch himself at all.
“I like it.”
He says quickly, trying to brush it off.
Jimin looks so pretty, so needy to get off. He cannot deny him that pleasure.
“If it’s too awkward-“
“It’s not.”
Jungkook assures him. Because if anything, he should find this awkward. Not hot.
He reasons it’s only because Jimin forbade him to look that he wants to look.
Yeah
That must be the reason.
“Alright.”
Jimin replies. That’s that.
The video continues. So do the sounds of Jimin getting off right next to him. Jungkook can basically feel Jimin’s arm moving against his own, that’s how small and secluded this room is. Their legs barely touch underneath the old desk.
He’s so curious. So curious.
He can sneak a glance when Jimin starts to lose rhythm, right? Because then he’ll be throwing his head back again, then his eyes will close and he won’t notice.
Jungkook waits a little longer, until he hears Jimin’s breath hitch and sees how he tilts his head back from the corner of his eye.
Then he looks.
The sight is even more beautiful than last time. Jimin’s cheeks are red, and he’s biting his plush lower lip, his biceps are bulging as he flicks his wrist faster, the head of his cock looks prettily flushed and then-
“Ah!”
Jimin comes.
Jungkook watches with his mouth slightly agape as cum splutters in white ropes over Jimin’s T-shirt, his hips moving so prettily while his body jolts. Watches how the crease between Jimin’s eyebrows evens out, replaced by an expression of bliss.
Jungkook feels his own cock twitch until it’s completely hard against his stomach. He cannot tear his eyes away.
Not even when Jimin opens his eyes and finds him looking again. Jungkook is in a state of shock, completely under a spell by how pretty Jimin looks.
“Don’t look- that’s weird.”
Jimin pants softly, his cheeks burning up as he turns his head away.
Jungkook presses his lips together as he turns his head back to the screen. He can’t focus on the video at all. While he moves his hand, Jimin is on his mind for the second time. When he comes, he almost moans his name.
“Tonight?”
It’s been two weeks since he watched together with Jimin.
He’s been brushed off a few times, Jimin complained he wanted to do it alone sometimes too.
Jungkook knows he’s awkward about last time though. It’s obvious.
Jimin eyes him now, trying to find an excuse to go alone again.
“Please.. They always keep me away from it. With you is the only time I can watch.”
“You can watch on your phone.”
Jimin mumbles, averting his gaze.
“The internet sucks in the dorm, you know that.”
Jungkook pushes softly, trying to sound as sad as possible. Jimin is soft for that tone of voice.
A sigh falls from Jimin’s lips, and he runs his hand through his hair before granting him a look.
“Alright. But you- you can’t look at me.”
Ah, finally. There’s the real reason.
Jungkook nods once.
“Why- why did you look?”
Jimin asks right after, trying to be assertive, but he gets all flustered. Which is cute.
Jungkook knew this question was bound to come, but he hasn’t really been able to come up with a good excuse.
“You said I couldn’t.. so I was curious.”
It’s lame, he knows. Better than ‘you sound really hot and you’re very pretty’. He’s pretty sure Jimin wouldn’t let him come along if he told him that.
Jimin doesn’t say anything, just looks at him with his cheeks a pretty shade of red.
“Sorry.”
He adds. It’s half-assed. Because he isn’t sorry. Jimin probably knows that too, because he stares at him with his eyes slightly widening.
“You- do you like to watch me?”
Jimin asks, now getting very antsy, fumbling with his phone in his hand, one leg starting to tap nervously.
“No, I just.. I was curious. I won’t do it again.”
Jungkook says, now more serious because he doesn’t want to lose the opportunity to watch porn right next to Jimin. And listen to him.
“If you do, we can’t watch together anymore okay?”
Jimin says as an ultimatum.
Jungkook nods solemnly.
He’s become very, very sneaky.
When Jimin trusts him enough to choose videos, he always chooses one that’s dark enough to see Jimin’s reflection through the screen.
He finds a POV one, he knows Jimin likes those, especially anything that involves sucking dick. He’s always unable to hold back his moans with that type of content.
And he loses his guard a little more like that.
So he watches Jimin through the screen, watches how he curls his hand around his cock immediately when the woman on the screen wraps her lips around the guy’s cock.
It’s pretty. Jimin’s cock is pretty. A bit smaller than his own, but he’s got nice girth, the head is a pretty light pink shade. Jungkook always wonders what it tastes like. Especially after it’s rubbed red and wet with precum.
And then a little later, he loves watching sweat build up on Jimin’s face, loves the sharp intakes of breath, the way his chest heaves, how he changes the pace of his hand.
Even later, he loves to watch how Jimin pants and bites his lower lip, licks them in concentration as the crease between his eyebrow appears.
Then, the way his eyes threaten to fall closed, but he wants to watch so badly, tries to keep them focused but he can’t.
Then the way he moans. He cannot hold them back, he moans pretty loudly, mewls sometimes even. It’s lewd, and it sets Jungkook’s soul on fire.
He wants it all for himself.
When Jimin comes, Jungkook can’t hold back a moan of his own, feels how his body trembles, legs spreading wider.
The slight touch of their thighs makes him throw his head back as well, and he comes with the thought of Jimin’s cock in his mouth.
“You know.. you always.. always come right after I do.”
Jimin says, right after they walk out of the room.
It makes Jungkook halt just for a second, before he casually walks further, shrugging once. Acting like he doesn’t care usually makes Jimin less suspicious.
Not now though.
“You don’t.. you don’t listen to me, do you?”
Jimin lowers his voice a little as they walk past some work rooms of their staff.
“No.. I just watch the screen. you are quite loud though.”
He says, not lowering his voice at all.
Jimin swats his arm once, hides his face in embarrassment for some seconds before looking back at him. It all seems fine now.
Jimin chuckles, a bit flustered.
“It’s.. the POV ones, you know?”
Jungkook knows. That’s exactly why he chooses them. He just hums and nods, looks once at Jimin’s flushed cheeks.
Cute.
“Sorry if I’m loud.. it’s just.. It probably feels so good to have someone blow you.”
Jimin excuses himself.
Oh.
Jungkook feels heat suddenly flare up at his face, his breath hitching, making him cough a few times.
“Oh, sorry, too much?”
Jimin asks, though he doesn’t sound that apologetic. He seems rather amused with the reaction.
Jungkook shakes his head. It’s just that he’s gonna have to touch himself again if Jimin says explicit things like that.
“I just wonder what it’s like.”
Jimin shrugs.
Jungkook bites his tongue to prevent himself from volunteering.
Something happens.
There’s some shift.
Jimin sometimes talks. During.. during their late night porn watching phenomenons.
It makes Jungkook extremely horny. Makes him come way too fast.
“Fuck.. fuck.. so good.. probably feels so so good.”
Jimin moans, watching one of the million POV blowjob videos on the internet. Jungkook is sweating, listening to Jimin with his eyes falling closed.
“Fuck.. want it so bad.. so fucking bad.”
Jimin whimpers, picking up the pace of his hand, panting so prettily while he does. Jungkook can’t hold back his own moans, wants to help Jimin feel good but he can’t.
He just watches Jimin squirming in his seat through the reflection of the screen, feels how his thigh touches his own sometimes, sets him on fire.
“God. F-Fuck.. I want it.”
Jimin can barely make the words come past his lips. He’s mewling, jerking off so fast and hard that the sound echoes against the walls.
Jungkook is gonna come.
“Want a mouth around my cock so so bad.”
That’s the last straw. Jungkook’s mouth falls open, his stomach clenches, and he comes.
“Jimin.”
“I wanted to tell you to keep it down.”
Jungkook argues.
Jimin looks at him in disbelief.
“It kind of sounded like you were moaning my name.”
“Well I was. Just not in the way you think I was.”
Jungkook deflects, trying to make Jimin stop suspecting him for something that he absolutely did.
“You were talking so loudly that I could barely concentrate on the video, I wanted you to shush.”
Jimin bites on his lip, contemplates what he’s saying, gets a little flustered because Jungkook does have a point. He is loud.
It’s probably the former allegations that make Jimin suspicious. The time he watched him, that he always comes right after Jimin, and now this. He gets that the odds aren’t in his favour.
But Jimin gives him the benefit of the doubt, decides to believe him.
At least, Jungkook thinks he does.
Until the next night, when Jimin clicks on a video that is absolutely not what they usually watch.
It’s two guys.
Definitely not something Jimin likes. At least, the past month he’s never showed any interest in it.
Jungkook watches Jimin, tries to read the expression on his face, but it’s passive.
“Do you like this?”
Jimin asks without looking at him.
It makes Jungkook’s heartbeat quicken, makes him feel like a deer in the headlights. He doesn’t know what to say. Doesn’t know what Jimin is trying to do.
So he just stares dumbly at Jimin who sits back and watches the screen.
Jungkook swallows, looks back at the screen and finds two guys kissing in a bed, feeling each other up. It makes his cock twitch. Makes him think about how he could touch and kiss Jimin like that.
“D-do you, hyung?”
Jungkook redirects the question, because he feels like Jimin is testing him.
Especially because Jimin isn’t touching himself. He’s staring at the screen, but not touching himself at all. So Jungkook also puts his hands on the desk instead, pretends to not get affected by it.
“Mhm.”
It’s just a hum. Non affirmative, but also not a ‘no’. It doesn’t give away anything.
Jungkook bites on his tongue as he watches the guys in the bed, finds that the blonde kind of resembles Jimin, and the raven haired kind of looks like him.
It makes his cheeks burn up, deep red spreading across his cheekbones.
He watches how their cocks grind against each other. It makes his mouth water, hands itching to touch himself, but he keeps them on the desk. As long as Jimin doesn’t touch himself, he won’t either.
“They look like us.”
Jimin comments.
Jungkook chuckles, way too nervously, way too loudly.
He watches the raven crawl down, kissing over the blonde’s chest, down to his abs, watches how he licks over the blonde’s v-line.
Jungkook presses his thighs together tightly, but he can’t help his cock from getting hard at the sight. He can’t tear his eyes away from the screen.
The raven sucks one of the blonde’s balls into his mouth, and Jungkook’s breath hitches, one of his hands twitching and leaving the desk to rest on his thigh.
Fuck.
Jimin’s eyes are on him, he can feel them. He should not touch himself.
“Don’t you think so? The blonde looks a little like me.”
Jimin comments again, softer this time.
Jungkook swallows and nods just once, biting his lower lip as he watches the video.
When the raven licks the blonde’s cock, Jungkook’s hand moves to his inner thigh. He knows he shouldn’t touch, especially since Jimin isn’t moving an inch, but the video makes his heart beat so so fast.
“The black haired looks like you.”
Jimin says.
It’s all loose comments, and Jungkook can only nod numbly, because he doesn’t know what Jimin is trying to imply.
It’s better to keep his mouth shut.
The raven on the screen takes the blonde’s cock in his mouth, slowly, only the head.
Jungkook breathes out shakily, watches the screen with wide eyes, his hand now moving to his crotch. He’s incredibly hard.
“Taking my cock in your mouth.”
Jimin whispers softly.
Jungkook whips his head towards Jimin, who just nods at the screen.
“Looks like it, right?”
He says nonchalantly, as if it’s amusing to see. As if it’s somehow funny.
Jungkook doesn’t know what to reply, so he just nods again. He tries to see if Jimin is affected at all, but Jimin’s legs are crossed, and his hands are folded in his lap.
Fuck, he has no clue what Jimin is up to.
It feels like he’s being examined.
He turns his head back to the screen, sucks his lower lip into his mouth as he watches with big eyes how the raven slowly takes the blonde’s cock in his mouth deeper, his hand wrapping around the blonde’s balls. The blonde moans, tilts his head back and fists his hand in the raven’s hair.
“Fuck.”
Jungkook curses softly, rubbing over his crotch now. He wonders if Jimin likes it too, if Jimin imagines it to be them. There’s no sound, no movement from his side where Jimin is sitting. It’s weird.
He has the feeling he shouldn’t be watching.
But when the blonde starts to fuck the raven’s mouth, Jungkook can’t tear his eyes away. He opens his pants to free his cock, wraps his hand around himself and slowly starts to jerk off.
His eyelids drop as he thinks about Jimin’s cock in his mouth. Thinks about how pretty Jimin moans, how he can’t hold back his words when he watches those videos.
“Sucking my cock so well.”
Jimin whispers, his tone so seductive.
Jungkook’s breath hitches, ears turning red as he imagines Jimin fucking his mouth. He thumbs over the head of his cock, looks strictly at the screen, never at Jimin.
“Wouldn’t you like that?”
The question makes Jungkook shudder. He can’t answer it. Jimin has shown how uncomfortable he is with him watching or listening to him. There’s no way in hell he’s okay with this.
He just watches the guys on the screen, cheeks turning redder by the second. He watches how the blonde fucks the raven’s mouth rough, hard, making him gag.
“Oh fuck.”
Jungkook throws his head back, feels himself already getting close.
He notices Jimin move from the corner of his eye now, hears him unzipping his pants too.
“If you want to.”
Jimin whispers then.
Jungkook breaks. He nods frantically.
“yeah- fuck. Yeah.”
He doesn’t know how fast he gets down between Jimin’s knees, but he knows he almost knocks the desk over when he does. He couldn’t care less. He sees red with desire, hands pushing Jimin’s thighs apart, tugging down his jeans in one go.
His mouth waters like a hungry pup as he approaches Jimin’s half-hard cock.
“Oh.. you gave in so fast..”
Jimin says, his voice an octave higher than normal.
Jungkook is practically deaf. He just kisses Jimin’s balls, licks over them a few times with a hunger he can’t control. It tastes good. It smells good. He sucks one of Jimin’s balls into his mouth.
“Oh- Jungkook no- I- I was just- I just wanted to know-“
Jimin tries to push him away, but Jungkook holds Jimin’s thighs tightly, licks from the base up to the head of Jimin’s cock, feels it twitch against his tongue.
“Oh.”
Jimin’s hands fist into his hair now, keeps him right there. and so Jungkook does it again, and again. Coats Jimin’s cock in his spit, licks his cock until it’s completely hard.
“Mmh.. Jungkook s-stop- I-I was just trying to find out if you liked men- ah-“
Jungkook honestly couldn’t care less what Jimin was trying to do. All he wants is to suck his cock and make him moan so prettily, like he always does when he watches those POV videos.
He wraps his lips around the head of Jimin’s cock, sucks on it, smacks his lips together afterwards to taste Jimin.
“Fuck- Jungkook- this is weird- this is- fuck.”
Jimin curses prettily, his hands in Jungkook’s hair are pushing him closer to his cock, completely in contrast with his words.
Jungkook is eager, he takes Jimin’s cock completely in his mouth, loves how it feels. It’s heavy and warm, and it twitches in his mouth, exactly what he imagined it to feel like. His nose presses all the way against Jimin’s pubic hair, and he moans around his cock like it’s the best thing he’s ever had in his mouth.
It probably is.
“Oh fuck- oh fuck-“
Jimin moans, hips jolting forward once, making Jungkook gag on it.
“Mmh.”
So good. Jungkook shudders in pleasure, his hands squeezing the insides of Jimin’s thighs. He moves then, bobs his head, lets his saliva run down over Jimin’s shaft, rubs his tongue over the underside of Jimin’s cock.
It’s so good.
He sucks then, hollows his cheeks as he does, makes sure to set a good pace. Everytime it slips out a little he rubs his lips over the head of Jimin’s cock.
The temperature in the room rises, wet sounds echo against the walls. Jungkook can see the shadow that the light of the screen is casting on the wall. Can see Jimin throwing his head back.
“Oh god- oh fuck you’re so good.”
Jimin praises him, maybe unintentionally, but Jungkook feels pride swell in his chest. He tries even more, sucks a little harder, dares to pop his lips off and grab the base of Jimin’s cock to slap the head against his tongue.
“Ah! Mmh- fuck- can I- I wanna-“
“Yeah.”
Jungkook pants, he doesn’t even know what Jimin means but he wants it all.
“Fuck.”
Jimin curses again, and grabs Jungkook’s hair tightly afterwards. He forces him closer, and Jungkook lets him, because he’s wanted this for over a month.
“Can- can I really?”
Jimin’s voice comes out breathy and needy, like he’s been wanting this for quite some time too. Which- he has- probably- just not with him.
Jungkook nods.
“Please.”
That’s all it takes before Jimin presses his cock past his lips. He holds Jungkook’s head close by his hair, and starts thrusting into his mouth.
Fuck.
“Mmh”
Jungkook moans in pleasure, opening his mouth further for Jimin. He loves the grip on his hair, loves the slight pain, loves how Jimin is moaning even louder than he normally does.
This is what he’s been dreaming of. Finally tasting Jimin on his tongue. Finally having Jimin use his mouth for his own pleasure.
“Oh fuck- so good- Mmh- your mouth feels so fucking good.”
Jimin rambles, thrusting particularly hard, making Jungkook gag once more. It’s perfect. Jungkook feels his own cock throbbing, begging to be touched, so he wraps his hand around himself while Jimin fucks his mouth.
“Fuck- fuck.”
Jimin groans, his hand running from Jungkook’s hair down to his cheek, moving some of his hair out of his face. It’s thoughtful, and sort of sweet, makes Jungkook’s cheeks glow a little more pink.
“Wait-“
Jimin pants softly, then pulls his cock out of Jungkook’s mouth, much to Jungkook’s dismay.
“Please don’t stop-“
“I won’t. Sit”
Jimin orders breathlessly.
Jungkook pulls a face, moping as he gets back onto his wobbly feet to sit back down in the desk chair.
He expects Jimin to lecture him, really. But Jimin stands up instead, and lifts his leg to stand on the armrest of Jungkook’s chair. His hard cock approaches again, and Jungkook opens his mouth eagerly.
He looks up once, makes eye contact with Jimin who looks absolutely wrecked. His eyes are so unfocused, his lips are bitten red, he looks like a touch-starved man. Hungry, eyes full of lust.
Jungkook wants to give him everything. Anything Jimin desires.
“Show- show me how good your mouth is.”
Jimin orders softly, making Jungkook shudder again. This is all he’s been thinking about the last month. Having Jimin’s cock in his mouth, hearing him moan prettily, following all his commands.
He nods, barely conscious as he wraps his lips around Jimin’s cock again. He lets Jimin bottom out completely in his mouth, and then sucks harder, takes him as deep as possible, swallows around his cock, savours the taste on his tongue.
He listens to Jimin’s moans, his sharp intakes of breath and the way he curses under his breath. It makes him eager to do better.
“So fucking good- can’t believe you’re so fucking good at this.”
Jimin praises, his hand grabbing Jungkook’s hair again.
Jungkook doesn’t ever want to stop.
He wants to remain in this small room with Jimin, until they’re all spent, until they’ve discovered every inch of each other thoroughly.
He runs one hand up Jimin’s thigh, feels him up all the way to his ass cheek, feels the soft and supple skin there, squeezes it as he forces Jimin’s cock deeper into his mouth.
“Fuck.”
Jimin moans, so high and pretty that it makes Jungkook’s cock twitch and it’s painful.
“T-touch yourself.”
Jimin orders.
Jungkook hears that loud and clear. He wraps his hand around himself and oh god-
This will take only 3 seconds.
He tugs once, twice, and then has to stop before he comes all over his shirt.
“Don’t stop- want to see you touch yourself.”
Jimin pants.
Jungkook whines around Jimin’s cock. That’s got to be the hottest thing he’s ever heard Jimin say. it makes him burn up, hand slowly wrapping around his cock again, knowing Jimin is watching him.
“Fuck.”
Jimin curses. It sounds high and pretty, and he can tell that Jimin is getting close. Just by the way how he fucks his mouth harder, faster, without rhythm. Jungkook’s jaw goes slack, letting Jimin use every inch of him because his mind is completely blank.
“I’m- fuck- I’m gonna-“
Jungkook doesn’t hear the rest of the sentence because with just another flick of his wrist he feels the muscles in his gut clenching tightly, his eyes roll back as he comes all over himself.
He hears Jimin come as well, but it’s far away. He’s still in the high of his own orgasm when he feels hot liquid trickle down his throat. Jungkook swallows all of it without even thinking, keeps Jimin in place until he feels him patting the top of his head.
“Stop- sensitive.”
Jungkook hums, lets Jimin’s cock slip out of his mouth and closes his eyes to relive that entire moment.
“Shit.”
Jimin curses softly.
“I can’t believe I just- and you- We cannot do this again.”
Jungkook hums again, doesn’t really process the words because that was the hottest thing he ever experienced.
He still tastes Jimin on his tongue the day after.
“No. We’re not watching together.”
Jimin says strictly, for the 10th time. Jungkook counted the days. It’s been two whole weeks without porn. Without Jimin, really.
He’s come to terms with his feelings lately, finds that it is not just because Jimin forbade him that he likes to watch. He’s properly sexually attracted to Jimin, and it extends to outside that tiny room too.
Like when they’re just talking, he notices how good Jimin’s lips look. When they’re just walking somewhere, he notices how pretty and long Jimin’s legs are. When they’re having dance practice, he notices how smooth Jimin moves.
A proper attraction, purely physical, nothing he can’t get over.
He’s not in love or anything.
He just really, really wants to touch Jimin.
“Last time was just.. the heat of the moment, like you said. What are you afraid of?”
Jungkook asks this time. It’s the first time he’s dared to say anything about it, since Jimin avoided the topic for a while.
“I’m not afraid. I just don’t think it’s a good idea.”
He doesn’t give a reason.
“Because?”
“Because I say so.”
Jimin deflects, turning his head away and trying to find something to distract himself.
“I think you’re just afraid because you liked it.”
Jungkook comments, voice a little lower. Jimin snaps his head towards him in absolute shock. His cheeks turn red and he turns into a mess in mere seconds.
“I didn’t- it wasn’t- it wasn’t like that. I don’t like- I only- it was the-“
“Heat of the moment.”
Jungkook finishes for him. He’s heard it all before.
“So then what are you afraid of? The other 30 times we watched together it was fine.”
He argues.
Jimin blushes, he’s blushing so much it turns his entire face red.
“I just- I just think you’re- you liked it too much.”
Aha. Jungkook was prepared for this.
“I liked it, yeah.”
He admits. It makes Jimin even more flustered, as he hadn’t expected the answer.
“But you said it can’t happen again and I’m fine with that. I didn’t initiate it in the first place.”
That makes Jimin gasp. Jungkook can see him visibly getting embarrassed because he knows he started it.
Honestly, the boldness pays off sometimes.
“I really just want to watch, please.”
He begs softly, hoping Jimin will fall for his puppy eyes.
Jimin takes a deep breath and then sighs, shaking his head.
“Fine.”
Jungkook is watching the screen slightly bored. Expecting the same women to pop up of that one site that they always use. But as Jimin presses enter, another site pops up.
Big letters appear upon the screen.
Recommended because you watched: needy twink gets face-fucked by his roommate
Jungkook’s eyebrows shoot up as he sees the thumbnail of the video. Some guys that look similar to the last set, a blonde and a raven, the raven’s face completely covered in cum.
It dawns on him then that this is not the site they’re usually on.
It’s only guys.
When he lowers his eyes he sees another big pop-up.
Recommended because you watched: POV: my bi-curious classmate blows me during maths
With the thumbnail of a black-haired guy sucking cock underneath a school desk.
“Oh-“
Jimin gasps, quickly changing the url to the usual site and pressing enter.
Oh.
Jungkook’s cheeks burn a pretty colour pink as he sneaks a glance at Jimin, who is losing his mind.
He’s laughing awkwardly, rubbing his neck, then coughing as he scrolls through the page at a fast speed, not even looking at the videos.
Holy shit.
Jungkook doesn’t dare to open his mouth, but he’s pretty sure he wasn’t supposed to see that.
Jimin watches gay porn. Without him.
The past two weeks without him, he probably watched gay porn. He typed in the url so quickly, mindlessly, like he’s used it for some time.
Jungkook doesn’t dare move an inch. Though he wants to. He wants to see what type of face Jimin is making, wants to know how caught he feels right now.
There is just silence. Just the sound of them breathing, in and out, in the tiny tiny room.
“What-“
Jimin clears his throat.
“What do you wanna watch?”
He asks. It’s high pitched, breathy, nervous.
Jungkook has to swallow because the tension is pressing on him now.
Jimin’s never asked him what he wants to watch. It’s probably only to mask whatever just happened, but that just makes it even more obvious.
Jimin.. watching gay porn..
Watching videos with men that look like him.
They look like him, don’t they? So specific, with the black hair and the muscles and the dick-sucking part. Like Jimin is trying to relive what happened.
“I-I’m just- I’ll just pick one.”
Jimin announces when Jungkook doesn’t move an inch or say a word.
He clicks on a random video, a very vanilla video of a man and woman in missionary. It’s quite honestly boring, and Jungkook can’t get properly hard.
He’s still stuck with Jimin watching gay porn. Jimin watching gay porn. Jimin saying it was the heat of the moment, that he doesn’t like it. But he likes it, and he watches those videos, and he’s trying to hide the fact he watches those videos. Those videos with guys that look like him.
Jimin isn’t watching the video either. When Jungkook looks at him through the reflection of the screen, he finds Jimin looking right back at him.
It startles Jimin just a little, eyes widening a tiny bit when he notices he’s caught red-handed. He turns his head away, presses his lips together in embarrassment.
Jungkook feels his ears burning up a little because- fuck- it’s so so tense.
The couple on the screen are doing nothing for either of them. When Jungkook looks down he sees Jimin’s hands are still on his thighs, zipper not even open.
“Wanna- wanna watch something else?”
Jimin asks, voice even more vulnerable. He doesn’t even wait for an answer, already scrolling through new videos whilst nervously tapping his foot.
Jungkook clears his throat.
“What- what about that other site?”
He asks, making Jimin halt his movements. He stops scrolling, his jaw clenches and he holds his breath for a few seconds.
Jungkook waits.
“Which site?”
Jimin asks, though it’s clear in his tone that he knows.
“One- one with uhh- the one namjoon uses? Wait-“
The lie stretches even further and Jimin is now frantically typing in some random url, the way he presses the keys is too harsh and disrupts the tense silence only to make it more awkward.
So Jungkook lifts his hand and places it on top of Jimin’s, on top of the cursor. Then moves it slowly to the top left of the screen, to the arrow that takes them back to the previous site.
Jimin is dead silent, apart from his quick breathing that makes Jungkook feel tense as well.
He presses Jimin’s finger down, makes him click the arrow, and watches how the previous site pops up again.
Recommended because you watched: needy twink gets face-fucked by his roommate
Jungkook licks his lips when he sees the thumbnail, feels his cock twitch already.
The recommended video is called: curious college boys touch each other under the school desk
It looks good.
Jungkook moves the cursor again, and Jimin doesn’t stop him.
So Jungkook clicks on the recommended video, bites on his lower lip as he slowly retracts his hand and shifts back in his chair.
Jimin doesn’t move his hand from the cursor, but he also doesn’t really do much else, like he’s stuck. Can’t make the decision to watch this with him or not.
Jungkook anticipates the video, already opening his button and zipper, because he knows this will get him going.
When the video starts, it’s just two guys sitting in the school chairs. The camera goes from POV to shots from the front, and it makes Jungkook’s toes curl a little.
Just seeing how they’re both obviously hard through their jeans, and look down at each other’s cocks, curious and flustered, keeping their hands to themselves first.
He makes the tiny mistake of looking at Jimin through the screen again, sees how he’s moved his hand from the cursor, on top of his crotch.
Much like the guys on the screen, they’re sitting next to each other, thigh against thigh, touching themselves shyly.
Jungkook swallows the tension he feels in his throat, watches how the guys on the screen are touching themselves, opening their zippers to free their cocks. Watches how they look at each other, curious, wondering if they can touch.
God. He wants to touch Jimin so bad.
Jungkook lets out a soft whine, closes his eyes for a second and wraps his hand around his own cock, imagining Jimin’s smaller hand.
He can hear Jimin take some sharp breaths next to him, hears him open his zipper too. It’s enough to indicate he does like it.
He likes this.
Jungkook feels a lot better knowing he isn’t the only one who likes gay porn.
When he looks through his lashes at the screen he can see how one of them is now cupping the other’s balls, and the other is scratching over the inner thigh of the other.
It makes him spread his legs wider, feeling how Jimin’s thigh is pressing back a little against his own.
It’s hot. So hot in the tiny room, but they’re still touching thighs. They’re still pushing against each other.
He dares to watch Jimin through the screen again, but catches himself staring right into Jimin’s eyes for the second time this evening.
Oh god.
He can’t look away. His hand halts a little in the midst of getting off, but he can’t a bbreak eye contact. Even when his face heats up and his body heats up even more, he can’t tear his eyes from Jimin’s. And he can’t stop moving his hand either.
Jimin looks back at him in shame, biting his lower lip as he touches himself.
Fuck.
Fuck.
Jungkook feels breathless and horny and hot all over. They’re at this point now. They’re at this point and he wants more. He wants so much more.
Just sucking Jimin’s dick isn’t enough, he wants to have him in every single way just right this moment. Right in this tiny tiny room on the old desk.
And he knows Jimin is not going to take the first step.
Jimin just flicks his wrists so deliciously fast, moans so softly, so softly, but he’s still loud. It still echoes. He still sounds so needy. Always so needy.
Jungkook’s mouth waters as he watches Jimin now through the screen, watches him intensely because he wants more. The boys on the screen in the porn video are touching each other. And why can’t they? Why can’t they?
Jungkook turns his head away from the screen, looks right at Jimin. Just to hear him gasp, pretending that they weren’t watching each other already. Pretending that he doesn’t like it.
“Jungkook- don’t watch me.”
Jimin chokes out, but he keeps touching himself, keeps stroking his cock in his hand. And Jungkook keeps watching. Hungry eyes going down over Jimin’s body, down, down until he sees his pretty cock in his hand, already rubbed red and sensitive.
Fuck.
He grabs Jimin’s thigh in his hand, squeezes it, bites on his lower lip as he moves up, wants to touch Jimin’s cock but his hand gets pushed back.
“Don’t.”
Jimin panics, but he keeps holding his hand. He holds it right there, lets Jungkook grab onto his pretty thigh. So he does, he caresses impatiently over the skin, mouth watering as he watches him touch himself.
Jimin is never experimental, always tugs his cock the same way, doesn’t change the pace, doesn’t play with his balls, doesn’t try any new techniques. He knows because he’s watched him for some time now.
“Twist.. twist your hand a bit hyung.”
It slips out of his mouth, he can’t help it. Jimin turns his head away, blush prominent on his cheeks as he starts twisting his hand a bit more while he gets off. It makes him twitch more, makes little moans fall from his mouth that Jungkook loves to hear.
“Thumb- use your thumb over the head-“
“Jungkook-“
“Please.”
Jimin groans, throws his head back as he rubs his thumb over the head of his cock. It’s wet. Jungkook sees the stickiness as Jimin rubs over it, he recalls the taste of his come in his mouth.
Fuck.
He caresses his hand up again, cups Jimin’s balls in his hand. Jimin lets him this time, moans when he does.
“Go faster..”
He whispers, leaning closer to Jimin’s side. Jimin picks up the pace, listens to his every command. He would have never guessed Jimin likes following orders, yet he’s as docile as can be.
“So.. so pretty hyung.”
He tugs gently on Jimin’s balls, massages them in his hand just to hear him moan. God, Jimin’s skin looks pretty, all smooth and soft, can’t he just- He presses his lips against Jimin’s neck, just to see for himself. Soft, soft skin. He noses along the vein of his neck, breathes him in, kisses him just underneath his jawline.
“A-ah.. N-no kissing- don’t-“
“I can touch your balls but I can’t kiss you?”
He asks.
Jimin doesn’t have an answer for it, how shocking. He just shakes his head, eyes falling closed as he touches himself. Jungkook huffs, then leans back, lets go of Jimin entirely. He doesn’t like to be allowed one thing and denied the other. Last time Jimin had fucked his mouth and now he can’t even kiss him.
He focuses on the video then, watches how those two have no problem kissing each other absolutely senseless while they touch each other’s cocks. Fuck. He bites his lip as he strokes himself, watches how the guys on the screen start frotting. God, he loves to see it.
“Mmh..”
He plays with himself, touches his nipple, teases his balls, taps them lightly, then spits in his hand to lube his cock more as he touches it.
Out of the corner of his eye he sees Jimin slow down his movements, hears his moans drown into just soft pants, until he’s just breathing in and out deeply.
He’s watching him.
He can see it through the screen. Jimin’s curious eyes traveling over him, lower lip tucked into his mouth as he lingers on his cock.
So he makes a show out of it, spreads his legs wide, moves his hand slowly up and down his length to make him take in his size. He spits in his hand once more, makes it look as slick as possible, makes it sound nice and wet.
Yeah, Jimin is looking positively hypnotised, expression all hazy, eyelids hanging low, jaw slightly dropped.
He’s not gonna be able to defend himself. The look on his face is telling.
It’s just a second or two later that Jimin ‘accidentally’ brushes his hand against his thigh. He pretends not to notice for Jimin’s sake, pretends to not be aware how he’s looking at him. Jimin moves his hand up, moves it hesitantly towards his cock.
He licks his lips, victorious small smile on his lips as Jimin’s hand curls around his own around his cock. He stops flicking his wrists so Jimin can explore, slowly retracts his hand so it’s just Jimin’s hand around his cock.
Jimin gasps softly, doesn’t dare to move. He turns his head to face him now, finds Jimin’s eyes for a second. He’s embarrassed, no, ashamed. It’s clear in his gaze, he feels ashamed for doing this.
“I’m sorry.”
Jimin mouths, feeling up his cock slowly, discovering how it feels in his hand.
“For- for what?”
He breathes out, swallowing a moan.
“Touching you- I.. I should be the responsible one. I’m your hyung.”
Ah. That’s why. That’s why it’s all these mixed signals. Touching, not touching, looking, not looking, allowing him to watch porn and then denying him again. Jimin wants to be a responsible hyung for him, but he wants this just as bad.
“I want you.”
He whispers back, slowly leaning into Jimin, hand back on Jimin’s thigh.
“Want you really bad.”
He slides his hand up, and this time Jimin doesn’t swat his hand away as he curls it around his cock as well.
Jimin bites his lower lip in shame as he moves his hand hesitantly. Fuck. It feels so good finally not fucking his own hand. Jimin’s hand is small and makes his cock look bigger than it is, and they’re warm, silver rings around them feel so foreign against his skin.
“F-fuck.”
He curses, moving his hand around Jimin’s cock as well.
“Mmh..”
It’s soft pants and moans filling the room, sounds of shifting closer to each other on the old chairs, wet noises from the pace they touch each other. Jimin keeps picking up the pace, makes him suck in sharp breaths as he mirrors him.
It’s not enough.
Jungkook’s eyes are fixated on Jimin’s lips. He watches them with half-lidded eyes, watches them as he inches closer, presses his forehead against Jimin’s.
He tries to be sneaky with it, tries to nudge Jimin’s nose with his own, inch closer to him. He sneaks in a few kisses on his cheek, slowly, slowly making his way to Jimin’s lips.
“Jungkook-“
“Please.”
He whispers against his lips. He needs it. He needs it really bad. Jimin caves, closes the distance first.
Fuck.
Jimin’s lips feel soft, hot, and desperate. It’s like he’s held back from this for far too long and now finally gets what he wants. Jungkook lets him take everything, lets him devour his mouth, lets him slip his tongue in, discover what he tastes like.
“Mmh.”
It’s as if Jimin has wanted this even more than him, held it back longer than him. Maybe he did. Maybe he’s been a dirty little secret, maybe Jimin’s doting had always been layered with this desire.
He sure kisses him like that, like he could never get enough, like he wants to kiss him for every second he’s wanted him.
God, fuck.
He keeps up, kisses Jimin back with the same passion, though it’s only his third kiss. He’s not sure if he’s doing it right, but Jimin moans and pants into his mouth and makes him feel like it doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter if he moves his lips or not, doesn’t matter if he kisses badly, Jimin is too far gone in pleasure to notice.
It only makes him crave more. Now that Jimin’s showed his desire he just wants more.
He doesn’t know how it works, sex with a man, not really, but he wants it. He wants to feel Jimin inside of him, or to be inside of Jimin, it doesn’t matter. He imagines Jimin taking him against the wall, or bending him over the old desk.
With a desperate moan he bucks his hips up harder into Jimin’s hand. He breaks the kiss, pants against Jimin’s lips.
“Can- can we fuck? I want to fuck.”
It sounds vulgar from his mouth, Jimin’s eyes widen slightly. He probably still thinks he’s the same innocent shy boy he was when he came to the group. He gets that, he’s good at keeping up an act. Not when he’s horny though.
“We- we can’t-“
“Can’t? Or won’t?”
“Can’t.”
“So you want to.”
He says, making Jimin hold his breath. He does want to. He can see it in his eyes, his pupils are blown wide, dark dark desire swallowing the color of his irises. God, how long has Jimin wanted to fuck him?
“Doesn’t- doesn’t matter. We can’t.”
“We can do this but we can’t fuck?”
He asks, looking down at where they’re still touching each other, flicking his wrist faster just to see Jimin’s eyes lose focus, to hear him hold back a moan. He then stands up, lowers his pants and underwear and straddles Jimin, sits right on his lap.
“Jungkook- you don’t even- you don’t even know how it works.”
Jimin argues.
He is past caring about it, too far gone in the fantasy. He lifts himself a little, lowers himself so Jimin’s cock slides between his cheeks.
“It’s.. something like this right?”
He whispers, feeling Jimin tense up underneath him. Jimin grabs his hips in his hand, soft gasp leaving his lips as he looks down, looks at where his cock is sliding between his ass cheeks.
“You’re- we- you’re not prepped- can’t just-“
“Fuck me.”
He whispers.
Jimin’s breath catches in his throat, silence stretches, and Jungkook moves his hips once for good measure.
“Please fuck me.”
“Fuck.”
Jimin curses, shaking his head no, then resting his forehead on his shoulder in frustration. He feels Jimin move his hips, feels him try to bury his cock deeper, trying to find his rim. He wants it bad, just as bad. Even as he’s saying no his body won’t listen at all. Greedy small hands grab him by his hips and pull him down, rolling his hips up at the same time.
“We can’t fuck.”
“Okay.”
Jungkook whispers back, spreading his ass cheeks and sinking down so the head of Jimin’s cock presses against his rim. Jimin moans against his shoulder, so prettily. He bucks his hips up a few times, bumping the head of his cock against his rim repeatedly.
“Jungkook- we- we can’t fuck.”
“Okay.”
He whispers again, pushing down more, feeling the head of Jimin’s cock push past his rim and it hurts. He wants it so bad but it hurts.
Jimin pants and moans against his shoulder, completely losing it. His hips buck up hard to try and fuck his cock inside of him, no self-control.
“Jungkook- Jungkook-“
“It hurts- fuck.”
He sucks in a sharp breath, too horny to function properly. Jimin is out of his mind now, pulling his hips down, forcing his cock past his rim, bucking his hips up hard.
“Ow- ow fuck- stop.”
“S-sorry- sorry.”
Jimin pulls out. He then spits in his hand, coats his fingers in it and slips one finger inside of him.
“Oh fuck.”
He curses, holds onto Jimin’s shoulders tightly as Jimin fingers him open with desperate little moans. Needy. Jimin wants to fuck him bad.
Good.
“Hurry- fuck- another.”
“We- we shouldn’t-“
He kisses Jimin to shut him up. Can’t listen anymore to his can’ts and won’ts because he needs him now.
Jimin moans into his mouth, fingering him faster, sloppily, slipping another finger in. Jungkook feels a shiver over his back when he feels those rings inside of him.
“F-fuck.”
He bucks his hips, rides Jimin’s fingers just to feel his rings sink inside of him over and over again. Everything is sweaty and wet in the tiny room, the chair is creaking and he’s leaking precum all over his stomach.
And then Jimin curls his fingers and he feels something, something inside of him that sends a shot of electricity through his body.
“Ah!”
Jimin quickly covers his mouth with his other hand, and Jungkook blushes in embarrassment of letting out such a loud sound.
He keeps riding Jimin’s fingers, trying to find that spot again, rotating his hips, trying different angles. Jimin presses in a third finger and his eyes roll back in pleasure.
“Fuck.. Jungkook.”
“Ah hyung- fuck me.”
“Almost.”
Almost.
He rides Jimin’s fingers faster, tries to speed up the process, tries to ignore the slight sting of the stretch. He needs Jimin to fuck him now.
“Please fuck me.”
“I will- fuck. I will. Be patient.”
“I want your cock.”
He breathes out, desperate.
“You’re- you’re so fucking vulgar.”
Jimin curses, fingers him harder, sometimes hitting that spot that makes him moan so loudly.
“Grab the lube.”
“Don’t need it-“
“Jungkook.”
He pants as he looks over his shoulder at the desk, finds the stupid lube bottle and hands it to Jimin.
Jimin’s fingers slip out of him and he almost objects. But then Jimin opens the lube, coats his cock in it, looks even more desperate than himself. All sweaty and flushed over his chest and face, unfocused eyes looking up at him, pupils blown wide.
god, Jimin wants to fuck him bad.
“Bend over. Over the desk.”
Fuck.
His breath hitches as he struggles off of the chair. He stumbles, catches himself on the desk, and then bends over it, pushing the laptop aside so he has more space.
“Fuck- fuck. I don’t have a condom.”
“Don’t need it. Just fuck me.”
“Okay- okay. Fuck.”
He hears how desperate Jimin sounds, how impatiently he opens the lube bottle again to coat his fingers in it, how he presses his fingers inside of him quickly just to make sure it won’t hurt.
“Hurry.”
They don’t have much time left. They can only use this space for so long before someone else comes here.
Jimin sucks in a sharp breath behind him. Two hands spread his cheeks apart, and then he finally feels the head of Jimin’s cock against his rim.
“Fuck.. you’re so..”
Whatever Jimin wants to say gets swallowed, and instead Jungkook feels his cock pushing past his rim.
“Ah.”
He feels Jimin’s cock stretch him open, it’s a mix of pleasure and pain, but it’s so fucking good. He pants against the desk, feels it get sticky because of his sweat.
“Ah- ah fuck Jungkook-ah.. how does it feel? I-“
“Good. Fuck. Really good.”
He pants, clenching around Jimin’s cock accidentally, feeling the girth. A pathetic whimper leaves his lips, but it’s covered by Jimin’s broken moan.
“I’m- I can’t-“
Jimin doesn’t finish his sentence, but it’s clear what he means when he starts to thrust into him. Jungkook gasps against the desk, holds onto the edge of it as he feels Jimin fill him up to the brim.
Sweat prickles over his back as he just lies there, his jaw slack, eyes wide open as Jimin thrusts into him slowly, experimenting how deep he can push it in.
“Fuck- fuck. You’re taking it so well, you’re so fucking wet.”
Jimin pants, making Jungkook’s ears burn. The lube and the saliva make his hole so slippery that the sound it makes when Jimin thrusts into him is just obscene. He moans against the desk, cock throbbing against his stomach as he tries to relax.
“Fuck- ugh. Can’t believe I’m fucking you. I’m- I’m a terrible hyung.”
Jimin says that, but then thrusts into him harder, and Jungkook moans high in his throat, moving his ass back against Jimin to make him thrust in deeper.
“I- I should be responsible-“
Jimin continues, cupping Jungkook’s ass cheeks and spreading them wider, probably watching his cock slide into him. Sure enough, Jimin moans, picks up the pace of his thrusts.
“Fuck- it’s so pink- so pretty-“
Jungkook is lost for a bit until he gets that Jimin is talking about his rim, and then he feels his face burn up in shame, a little embarrassed to be watched so closely like this. Yet, at the same time he feels desire pull tight in his gut.
“Hyung- stop-“
He whimpers.
“Sorry- you’re just so- fuck- so tight-“
Jimin thrusts into him hard, making Jungkook’s body rock forward on the desk.
“so tight and- it’s so bad but-“
Jimin slaps his ass cheek then, and Jungkook gasps, jaw dropping at the sound echoing against the walls, the sting of it only registering later.
“just knowing that you’re a virgin turns me on.”
Fuck.
Jungkook is trembling on his feet, eyes a little teary as Jimin starts fucking him harder. When he feels Jimin’s hand in his hair he moans, letting him pull it back, enjoying the slight pain.
“But you- you want this, right? I’m not doing anything wrong.”
Jimin pants, sounding like he’s having a mental breakdown. Jungkook nods frantically, feeling his orgasm building up.
“Yes- yes hyung- I want this- I want it all the time-“
He admits, looking over his shoulder, seeing Jimin’s eyes widen when they make eye contact. His cock throbs inside of him, and his hips stutter, hands squeezing his hips so tightly it will definitely bruise.
“Fuck- oh my god- fuck- jungkook-ah- you look- you’re so fucking hot-”
Jimin has to bite his lip but still can’t help a soft whimper as he tries not to come on the spot. But Jungkook wants it, he wants Jimin to come inside of him, needs it so bad that he just fucks himself on Jimin’s cock, trying to find that spot inside of him, angling his hips.
“S-stop- Jungkookie- I will come if you-“
“Ah! fuck-“
Jungkook moans, leaning his head back on the desk as he feels Jimin’s cock hit that bundle of nerves inside of him, making his body tingle, his cock leaking between his body and the desk.
“Again- right there, please hyung- right there-“
“Jungkook-ah-“
“Please”
He pants, desperately trying to find it again, no rhythm at all, just bouncing on Jimin’s cock to try and find it. But then Jimin holds his hips tightly, and thrusts into him hard, instantly finding the spot.
Jungkook’s eyes roll back, white flashing before his eyes as his body tingles all over, heat pooling in the pit of his stomach. Jimin rams his cock against it relentlessly, setting every nerve inside of Jungkook on fire, making him cry when he finally comes.
“Hyung! Fuck- oh god fuck -“
He sees stars, all pleasure bursting as he shoots his come over the desk, hole clenching around Jimin’s cock so tightly, as if it’s trying to keep it pressing against that spot. Tears stream over his cheeks as he tries to make the feeling last longer by riding Jimin’s cock, the intensity making him sob.
“Oh- oh god I’m gonna come- fuck-“
Jimin tries to pull out but Jungkook whines in protest and shakes his head.
“N-no- I want it-“
“Jungkook-ah I- I can’t-“
“hyung please- want your come inside of me”
Jimin curses under his breath, but he thrusts into him a few more times, hitting his prostate dead-on, making Jungkook so oversensitive that his entire body shakes as Jimin finally comes.
“Ngh fuuuuck- Jungkook-ah-“
Jungkook feels Jimin come, feels it inside of him when Jimin’s cock throbs and spurts out even more, filling him up. It’s an addictive feeling, makes him drool all over the desk, wanting every last drop of it inside of him.
Jimin’s arms wrap around him then, and Jungkook feels him collapse on top of him, panting against his shoulder, completely spent.
They lie there for a while, catching their breath. And then Jimin peppers his back with kisses, up to his neck, caressing his hand through his hair.
“A-are you okay?”
Jungkook nods.
“yeah hyung, fucking amazing..”
He says, and he means it.
Jimin pulls out of him then, and pulls Jungkook to sit on top of him on the chair, which is a bit more comfortable than lying on the desk.
It’s difficult to find any words to say right after that. So Jungkook just goes in for a kiss, and Jimin lets him. It’s warm and familiar, the way Jimin caresses through his hair and moves his soft lips against his own. Jungkook sighs into it, wrapping his arms around Jimin’s neck and pulling him close.
He doesn’t know how long they kiss, but neither of them stop until there’s a knock on the door.