" Mhmm," He goes silent again, his uneven breathing is the only noise in the room. " You stopped becoming a fantasy when you became real. And somehow, it was even better."

Jimin knows he's being honest, that he intends to be sweet, but all he can focus on is the word fantasy. He sucks a love bite onto Jungkook's neck, Jungkook groaning underneath him.

" You fantasied about me?"

Jungkook swallows. " You know that's not how I meant it, but, yes, sometimes I let my mind wonder."

" Wanna tell me?"

" I can show you instead, if you want?"

Jimin nods. " I'd like that."

Jungkook rolls on top off Jimin, straddling his hips, and grinds down lightly. Jimin bites down on his own lip. " Just so you know, I still fantasise about you, but now it's very, very real."

Jimin grinds upwards, already feeling to hot. " You're 25 Jungkook, get a grip, you don't need to jerk off to me anymore."

Jungkook laughs into Jimin's neck, breath hot, " I can't help it, now that I know what you feel like, and sound like. Sometimes I'll be sitting in traffic on the way home and I'll start to think about how good you look spread out in front of me while I'm fucking into you and I have to actively force myself not to get hard."

Jesus Christ. " You wanna fuck me right now?"

" I always wanna fuck you." Jungkook sits up, still astride Jimin's thighs, and starts to pull down his boxers. " You have to be quiet though, baby. Suri and Hwan are across the hall and these doors are super thin."

" Then don't do that thing with your mouth that drives me crazy."

Jungkook smirks. " But I love doing that thing with my mouth that makes you crazy." He yanks of Jimin's boxers the rest of the way, his cock half hard, and Jungkook immediately takes him all the way down in his mouth.

Jimin can't help his whines. " You're not going to even need to fuck me, not when your mouth feels this good, you're you gonna get me off."

Jungkook pops off and smiles, jerking him roughly, working him to full hardness. " Already too impatient and want to cum?"

" I'm not 16," he says through gritted teeth, pissed that Jungkook can always see right through him. " Do it again."

He leans back down, licking down Jimin's length, tasting him, and Jimin can't stop the groans that slip from his lips. How could he? When Jungkook knows exactly which way to manipulate him, so completely in tuned to the way Jimin's body works and what Jimin needs...

Jungkook sits up again, moving steadily over Jimin's now fully hard cock, and palming himself, when

He murmurs, " Baby, you have to be quiet, I'm not kidding." He licks his gaze with Jimin when he asks, " Can you be good for me?"

Under normal circumstances, Jimin would make a joke, or just make fun of Jungkook in general for asking such a cheesy question. But right now, the heat of Jungkook's eyes on his body and the feel of his hand on his cock is enough to have him spitting out, " I can be good, I swear."

Jungkook groans, dipping down to kiss the inside of his thighs, nipping, Jimin bucking his hips up at the feeling. He continues kissing, making his way up Jimin's chest, up his jaw, finally landing on his lips. Jimin kisses back fervently, hands carding through Jungkook's hair, yanking. When Jungkook pulls away, Jimin makes quick work of Jungkook's neck, only satisfied when he knows it's a deep purple, throbbing under Jimin's touch.

Jungkook touches the side of his neck.

" Jimin, everyone is gonna be able to see this," he hisses. " I told you to be good."

Jimin swallows, his entire body riddled with the need to get Jungkook inside him. " I'm gonna be."

He gets off the bed and walks towards his duffel bag, rummaging through it, looking for lube and a condom. When he turns back to face Jimin, he sighs,

" You have no idea how sexy you are."

It's not a question.

Jimin doesn't know how to respond, so he just shakes his head. " I need you." He doesn't usually let himself get so desperate, but right now, he can't help it. It seems to be working for Jungkook, and that means it's working for him, too.

Jungkook nearly dives back into bed, yanking of his own boxers, and immediately slides a lube-slicked finger into Jimin without any warning. He arches of the bed, moaning obscenely. And the thing is, it doesn't feel that good yet; it's just a finger. He knows Jungkook knows that too. But he wants to put on a show, to spur Jungkook on, until Jungkook actually drives him to the point of broken sobs because he knows he can do that. He has done that. And he will again.

Jungkook plays along of course, and pinches Jimin's hip with his free hand. " I told you to be quiet," he mumbles, hair falling in his face. " I told you to be good for me." He slides in two more fingers, much before Jimin is ready, but somehow, not being prepared makes it so much better.

This time, his moans aren't embellished, he can't help but arch his back off the mattress, can't help the way he repeats Jungkook's name over and over. " I'm gonna cum, I'm...I'm not kidding." He'd be embarrassed about being so close, but he can't help it when Jungkook's moving so relentlessly, silencing his pleas by pressing their lips together.

By the time Jungkook gets himself slicked up with the condom on, Jimin is nearly panting, teeth chattering together for no apparent reason, bucking his hips up to search for any type of friction. When Jungkook slides in with one fluid motion, Jimin has to bury his head into Jungkook's shoulder to keep from waking up everyone in the house.

" Shh, baby, you're being so good for me." Jungkook whispers, pulling himself out almost all the way and slamming back in." It always feels so fucking amazing. So good Min, so good."

Jimin is unsuccessful in holding back a ragged groan when Jungkook brushes against his prostate repeatedly, like he doesn't fucking know how to aim anywhere else.

" You're big," he chokes out, as if he's surprised, as if it's the first time Jungkook has ever fucked him.

Jungkook slows his movements, grabbing Jimin's hands and putting them over his head, holding him down by the wrists. His hips grind against Jimin, and it's so much, too much. He wants to push back into it, get a hand on himself, but he can't, not when Jungkook's entire body is covering his own, heavy, keeping him pressed down against the mattress with nowhere to go but squirming on Jungkook's cock.

He means to tell Jungkook to let him cum, let him do something other than whine and bite his bottom lip raw, wondering how he got to this point so quickly, but instead he begs, " Kook, fuck me harder, fuck me, now."

"I'll fuck you when I want, how I want." His movements still, and Jimin wants to punch him, but he can't, not when Jungkook is holding him so tightly. " But lucky for you," he breathes into Jimin's neck, " What I want is for you to get off. Are you close baby?"

Jimin can't manage to say anything other than whisper a weak, " Yes, Kook, I'm really close. I need to..."

Jungkook still isn't moving, making no attempt to keep going. " No, you're not going to touch yourself," he says, as if he's reading Jimin's mind.

He shudders; he thinks he says okay in response, but he can't be sure.

Jungkook moves his hips impossibly faster then, hands still gripped tightly around Jimin's wrists, mouth biting at his jaw. " Mine, mine, you're my boy, my good boy, right?" He sounds like he's losing it, movements growing sloppier by the second. He lets go of Jimin's left wrist and drags his knuckle up the length of Jimin's cock, touching him for the first time since getting inside of him, and it's the only simulation Jimin needs before he's shooting off, clenching down, with Jungkook's name on his tongue.

Jungkook follows suit less than a minute later, his own orgasm wracking his body with tremors, making him shout out far too loudly, and by the time he pulls out of Jimin and throws the condom in the bin, Jimin has managed to compose himself enough to sit up all the way, hands in his lap.

Jungkook gives him a look. " Why are you staring at me like that?"

" Okay, but what the fuck was that?! Your good boy?!"

He climbs back into bed, pulling the covets up to his chin. " You liked every second of it."

There's no denying that. Apparently bossy Jimin likes to be biased around, himself. Interesting. " That's not the point."

Jungkook smiles. " Go to bed."

" You can't tell me what to do."

He closes his eyes, smile still playing on his face. " Apparently, I can."

Jimin smacks him over the face with a pillow.