" Jimin, Min, I can't, you, I'm..."
Jimin sits up, jerking him slowly.
" I'm sorry, what was that?"
His chest is heaving. " Please say I can fuck you now, please say i can." He whines when Jimin takes him down the entire way again, bobbing up and down with purpose.
He pulls of after another few moments of Jungkook's begging, and he tries to play it off like he isn't as affected, but he knows Jungkook knows, bested at his own game. There's no way he would be able to hide the desperation in his voice, eyes, every movement. " Yeah, Kook, fuck me, come on!"
Jungkook sits up and covers his body over Jimin's in one swift motion, kissing him deeply, and if he can taste himself on Jimin's tongue, it only seems to encourage him. Jimin's cock brushes against Jungkook's stomach and he groans.
" Lube. I need lube. And a condom. Where are they?" Jungkook asks, panting into Jimin's face.
Jimin can't even think of the last time he used either of the said items. Christ, that's humiliating. " Um, top drawer of my nightstand? I hope!"
Jungkook rolls over and flicks on the light, rummaging through the bedside table drawer. " Min, this drawer is disgusting. Who needs, like, four bottles of Visine? And is this a fucking Hershey's wrapper?!"
Jimin shrugs. " Probably. Don't get distracted. Hurry up."
He turns back to look at Jimin, expression changing instantly, and takes a deep breath. " We're keeping the lights on. You have no idea how good you look. I can't see enough of you in the dark."
Jimin rolls his eyes, trying to cover up his blush. " That's nice, Kook. Find the fucking lube."
" The 'fucking lube' is right."
" Oh my God."
Jungkook finally finds the lube and one almost expired condom after much rummaging and swearing. He leans down to kiss Jimin again briefly, and then flips open the bottles cap, eyes locked on Jimin. Jimin can't take it, can't deal with the way Jungkook's looking at him, been looking at him for hours, weeks even, so he tries to break the mood and puts one leg up on Jungkook's shoulder. He winks at Jungkook and murmurs as confidently as he can muster, " Lets do it."
He thinks Jungkook would laugh or maybe shove his leg off, but instead, he managed to look even more serious, more turned on. He holds Jimin's leg in place and says, " Okay. I got you.
The first finger doesn't hurt, doesn't feel like much of anything, but he would ask for this every single day based on Jungkook's reactions alone. He can't stop praising Jimin, can't stop encouraging him, can't stop complimenting his every move. Jimin feels hot under Jungkook's attention, and he is positively living for it.
He slides in a second finger, then third, murmuring how good Jimin feels, how long he's been waiting to get inside him, how long he's been thinking about fucking him.
Jimin is squirming under Jungkook's words and his fingers, unable to lay still. When he twitches particularly hard, Jungkook unintentionally grazes that spot inside of Jimin that make his cock splurt out precum, and he moans. " Can't even tell if I'm ready, but I don't care. Fuck me."
Jungkook twists his fingers and his wrist. Jimin thinks he's about to slide out but instead, he jerks them back in, spreading them once more. " You're not ready. I'll tell you when you're ready."
" Jungkook, what the fuck!" His body jerks against his will again when Jungkook grazes his prostate once more. " It's enough. Come on."
" Almost ready, babe. Just...You're so hot like this."
" For the love of God." His leg slips of Jungkook's shoulder and back down onto the bed.
Jungkook smirks and bites down on his bottom lip. " I love when you hate me." He reaches for the condom on the edge of the bed and rips it open with his teeth, pulling it out of its package and sliding it down on to his cock.
Jimin tries not to stare. He's unsuccessful. " I do hate you."
" I know. I'm gonna fuck you now, okay? Can you get on your hands and knees?"
He doesn't want to listen to him, to give in to any instruction whatsoever, but he thinks he might start tearing up if he doesn't feel Jungkook inside of him within the next several seconds. He gets onto his hands and knees embarrassingly quickly and feels Jungkook position himself behind him, his hands squeezing his ass cheeks. Jimin braces himself.
" Yes, you can fuck me now. That's what I've..." The rest of his words are lost on a moan as Jungkook starts to push himself in.
It doesn't take him too long to bottom out, hips touching Jungkook's skin after only a few moments. He pulls back once and punches back in, and that's all it takes for Jimin to drop down to his elbows, already weak and shaky with how beyond good it is.
Jungkook groans from behind him, his hands trailing all over Jimin's skin, mapping him out, learning how he feels. His thrusts are rough and incredible; and it's obvious Jungkook is feeling the same.
" Jimin, are you kidding? How are you so fucking tight? How do you...How can you..." He stops trying to form sentences and keeps his steady rhythm instead.
Jimin tries to push back onto Jungkook's cock, meeting him thrust for thrust, but it's impossible. Every muscle in his body feels like jelly and it's taking all the energy he has to not drop down entirely, face first into the pillow below him.
Jungkook stills after God knows how long, his cock still buried inside of Jimin, and Jimin turns around to protest. He looks over his shoulder at Jungkook and he feels like the wind was just knocked out of him. Jungkook's entire face is red and blotchy, lip bitten raw, beads of sweat rolling down his chest. Incredible.
He finds his voice. " Why...Why are you stopping?"
Jungkook closes his eyes for a moment. " I need to kiss you." When he moves forward to chase Jimin's lips, his cock slides in even deeper and Jimin thinks he only needs a couple more perfect thrusts to cum. Their lips meet and it's tantalisingly good; Jimin reluctantly drops back down to his elbows when Jungkook breaks the kiss, unable to hold himself up any longer.
He thrusts back into Jimin again and again, hands gripping his hips, his movements almost punishing and bruising. Jimin closes his eyes, moans seeping out of him, and then Jungkook's cock brushes against his already overstimulated prostate. He almost screams, whimpering Jungkook's name.
Jungkook circles his hand around Jimin's cock, jerking him off roughly in time with his thrusts. Jimin has never seen Jungkook cum before, but he knows he's close based on the noises he's making, and he knows Jungkook wants Jimin to fall off the edge with him.
" Kook, I'm close, too." he confirms, clenching around Jungkook's cock, and Jungkook's breathing picks up again.
" Come on, baby, fucking..." Jungkook's hand tightens around Jimin's cock, and that what it takes for Jimin to start cuming, thick and pulsing, abs tightening with his release.
Jungkook follows suit immediately, groaning words that Jimin can't hear or make out, but he does catch the way Jungkook candidly whispers,
" You're amazing."
He pulls out slowly while Jimin is already laying flat on his stomach, dangerously close to sleep, not caring about the mess in his bed, body still shaking from the force of his orgasm. Jungkook drops down next to him, pulling him in close, kissing his jaw, smelling of sweat and leftover aftershave from earlier. Jimin breathes in deeply. If it's his new favourite smell, he won't ever admit that to Jungkook.
He's about four seconds from a deep sleep, completely boned tired, when Jungkook whispers fuck and climbs out of bed. Jimin whines in protest.
" What're you doing?"
" I'll be right back. We forgot to let Link in. He's still outside."
Jimin opens one eye and forces himself to focus on the clock. It reads 11.21pm. Link had only been out a few hours, he estimates. He also thinks it's not late enough to be this tired, but Christ, sex with Jungkook feels like an actual workout.
He means to tell Jungkook that he's sorry he's so tired, and that he's so happy he found someone who will let his dog in when he forgets to, and will get up to do so when they're both nearly comatose. He really tries to stay awake and tell him this.
He's asleep before Jungkook even makes it back to the bedroom.