The next morning Jimin wakes up earlier than he usually does. Presumably due to sharing a bed. He hasn't shared a bed in years.
He stretches lightly as to not wake Jungkook and reaches for his water bottle on his nightstand. He knows his breath is bad, he can taste it, but the idea of getting up out from under these blankets to brush his teeth is nearly laughable. Instead, he rolls back over so he's facing Jungkook and watches the way his chest rises and falls.
Back in high school, Jimin and Jungkook used to have sleepovers together all the time, sometimes with Tyler and sometimes without him. They'd sleep in Jungkook's tiny bedroom, squishing into bed together, or in Jimin's basement, where they could sprawl out on the old, dingy couches his family had acquired over the years. Waking up next to Jungkook then was never like this, though. It was always platonic, never anything beyond friends having a casual sleepover. But this is something completely different. Jimin's body is already riddled with the need to touch Jungkook again, to taste him again.
When they were younger, Jimin would wake up thinking I'm hungry or I need to pee or Jungkook, get the fuck up. Now, the only thing streaming through his mind is I had sex with Jungkook, I had sex with Jungkook, I had sex with Jungkook on repeat.
And Christ, sex with Jungkook is so good.
He moves in closer to Jungkook and puts his hands over his chest. His heart is beating steadily against his palm. Jimin kisses Jungkook's shoulder, his neck, his jaw, tracing his finger up and down his bare chest. Jungkook begins to stir.
Jimin kisses his shoulder again and Jungkook cracks an eye open. " Hi," Jimin whispers. He puts his palm back down on his chest. His heart isn't beating so calmly anymore. It's fluttering Wildly.
" Hi." he whispers back. Then he rolls over to meet Jimin in a kiss that's way to deep for a normal morning greeting, and Jimin accepts it instantly, and breath and all.
It's not frantic like it was last night, but it's just as serious, just as passionate. Jungkook's hands cars through Jimin's bed hair, scratching his nails along his scalp, and Jimin arches into it, loving the way it feels. Jungkook kisses him deeply, tongue running across his bottom lip, biting occasionally m, making Jimin whimper under the heat of it.
When he feels Jungkook's hand start to trail down his body, he parts his legs, wondering how he got so hard so quickly. Jungkook pushes down his boxers and gets a firm hold around Jimin's cock, thumbing at the tip, jerking him slowly. Jimin's breath stutters, too vulnerable in the morning to have Jungkook's gaze on him like this, so fucking Intense.
They don't speak like they did last night; it's not like Jimin can't find the words to say, but rather, he feels like he's choking on it all, frozen under the heat of Jungkook's touch and own erratic breathing.
Jimin closes his eyes, squeezing them shut, when Jungkook starts mouthing at the mark he left the night before on his neck, hand still pumping his cock. He bucks his hips up into the feeling, unable to stop himself.
"Min," Jungkook murmurs against his neck.
Jimin swallows. " Kook." His voice comes out more uneven than he'd intended on.
Jungkook takes his hand of Jimin's cock and reaches down underneath him, his finger slipping in between Jimin's cheeks. He leaves it there, unmoving. " Are you sore?"
He's painfully sore, but he finds himself pushing into Jungkook's touch, anyway. " Yes."
Jungkook lifts his head up. " Do you not want..."
" No, I want it."
Jungkook nods and kisses him in the lips again, slightly groaning. He pulls back and reaches for the lube on the nightstand where he left it last night and slicks ip his finger. He slides in easily and Jimin holds back his sounds of discomfort. Jungkook must be able to tell, regardless, because he moves slowly, never taking his eyes off of Jimin's face, and he doesn't put in a second finger until Jimin tells him to.
He takes him time, fingering open Jimin again, much more careful and patient than he was last night. Jimin can't keep his eyes open - can't really concentrate when Jungkook is staring at him like that again, anyway - and his whole body nearly spasms when Jungkook rubs along that spot inside of him. He clenches his jaw, digs his fingers into the mattress.
" Okay, Kook, okay," he whispers.
Jungkook pulls his fingers out moves to roll a condom down over his own cock, adding additional lube. He hovers over Jimin, face-to-face this time, his eyes unblinking. Jimin likes that he can see his every thought cross through Jungkook's mind when they're so close like this, but that mean Jungkook can read Jimin's own thoughts, as well. He feels exposed, especially when Jungkook begins to push in. But it's okay. For the first time in a long time, it's all okay.
Jungkook never gains momentum, never goes quickly. His thrusts are deep and even, but slow and unhurried. Jimin has to close his eyes again, the feeling of it too much, too fucking good, but when he forces them back open, he sees Jungkook's gaze has never once left his face.
He leans down to kiss him, lips still moving, and he whines against Jimin's lips. " You're so hot, so fucking beautiful," he murmurs. He drops his forehead to Jimin's. " It's the best thing I've ever felt, fucking you, I swear to God. I can't even believe it."
Jimin drags his hands down Jungkook's back, digging his nails in hard enough to leave marks but not to break the skin. " Feelings mutual," he whispers back, like, it's a secret.
" Feels amazing being fucked by you."
Jungkook groans and pushes in deeper, angling his hips up, and Jimin jolts, making a noise even he didn't know he was capable of making.
" Right there?" he asks.
" Like you can't tell." he whimpers.
" Keep going."
He leans down again to mouth hotly at Jimin's neck, licking a stripe up to his ear. " Okay, as long as you keep sounding like that."
Jimin means to tell him to shut up, he really does, but then he hits that spot dead on again, and it takes every ounce of willpower to not cum right there. He lifts his hips up to meet Jungkook's thrusts, sliding his hands up his back and into his hair m, holding on tightly. " It's unfair," he whimpers. " Unfair that you fuck me almost to death last night and then you do it again this morning." He gasps at another perfectly angled thrust and digs his nails into Jungkook's hair.
" Don't even talk to me about unfair," Jungkook mumbles out, driving his hips in impossibly deeper. " I've been wanting to fuck you for months, and I had no idea you'd sound like this, look like this, taste like this. Makes me jealous of anyone else who's ever had you like this. Unfair I didn't get to you first."
" Oh my God," he moans. He clings onto Jungkook, pulling him in close, wishing he would just stop fucking talking, because the more secrets he lets out, the closer Jimin is falling off the edge. But then he gets his hand around Jimin's cock, jerking him in time to his thrusts, and when he bites down on Jimin's shoulder, Jimin can't help but let go, cuming all over Jungkook's hand with a weak shout.
Jimin looks up at Jungkook who has his own eyes closed now, hips moving sloppily, his breath quick, hand still on Jimin's cock. He's really sore now. He drags one hand along Jungkook's jaw; Jungkook's eyes snap open.
" Come on, baby," he whispers. " I wanna see your face when you cum. I didn't get to last night. I bet you're so hot when you finally cum, just do it, Kook..." He pauses, gripping Jungkook's hair in his hand. " No ones ever had me like this," he whispers, completely truthful.
That's all the encouragement Jungkook needs, furrowing his brows, biting on his bottom lip, whining as he releases into the condom, still inside of Jimin, and damn it if he actually does look hot.
He pulls out slowly, and lays back down next to Jimin, his hair at his neck matted from sweat. He grabs Jimin's hand and kisses the back of it.
" Good morning," he says with a smile. " Don't think i said that yet."
Jimin yanks his hand away, but his smile isn't going anywhere.