Jimin threads his fingers through Jungkook's hair, getting them caught in his messy hair.
"I don't think I'll ever get over how much I love waking up next to you," Jungkook murmurs in between kisses and bites.
Jimin arches into it. "Get used to it. I'm not going anywhere."
He looks up. "Music to my ears." He kisses the spot right above the waistband of his boxers and mumbles, "Im so fucking in love with you. Drives me crazy sometimes."
Jimin clenches his stomach muscles and grips Jungkook's hair harder. "Come up here." Jungkook obeys, sitting up and wrapping an arm around Jimin's waist. The look on his face is solid and focused, like he couldn't look away if he tried, and Jimin has seen this look on Jungkook's face thousands of times, and not just during the most recent months. "I love you, too," he sighs, kissing Jungkook again. This time, it's deep, dipping his tongue into his mouth.
He grinds his hips against Jungkook's for a few minutes, feeling him growing harder against his thigh, his breathing pick up.
"Ah, Min," he hisses when Jimin grinds up particularly hard.
Jimin shimmies out of Jungkook's grip and slides down on top of him, sitting across his thighs, and pulls down his briefs all the way.
He's almost fully hard, waiting for Jimin's mouth. Jimin meets Jungkook's gaze and he already looks desperate, lips parted and eyes unblinking. He bends down before Jungkook can get another word in and takes him in his mouth, working his tongue eagerly, and he's is unable to hold back a groan.
Christ, he loves sex with Jungkook. It's like Jungkook's priority is getting Jimin off, and it seems to get him off in the process. He's usually in control of his actions, desperate to see Jimin tip over the edge, and only then does he allow himself to let go. It's hot, quite honestly, that Jungkook finds so much pleasure in pleasuring Jimin.
Jimin loves it. He's never had sex this intense, this focused before. But what he loves even more than all of that is when Jungkook is unable to keep himself together, like right now.
His hips are stuttering into Jimin's mouth, his whine is high pitched, and he keeps pushing Jimin's hair out of his eyes, so he can watch the way Jimin is taking him down. It's unbearably sexy, Jimin thinks, that Jungkook is just seconds away from fucking himself deep into Jimin's mouth, but is trying to keep some control in the process.
He's pulling on Jimin's hair, moving erratically, and Jimin can tell he's close without Jungkook so much as breathing a word about it. He loves that he's lost control, all because of Jimin's mouth, all because of the look in Jimin's eyes.
He pulls up and gets a good look at Jungkook. His eyes are glassy, his cheeks are pink, the knuckles in his left hand white from gripping at the sheets. "You almost there?"
Jungkook groans. "What do you think?"
Jimin smirks. "Can I ride you?"
"Fuck." He looks almost pained when he grits out,
"No."
"Wait, why the fuck not?" Jimin asks, palming at himself when he knows Jungkook is staring. He knows it'll get to him. It does.
His cheeks grow more red and he sounds conflicted. "Quit that. Min, I can't fuck you when Link is..."
"When Link is what?"
"You know... Distraught from the storm. And staring at us."
Jimin hadn't even realized Link was still there, to be honest, too caught up in getting Jungkook off.
But now that he's paying attention, he can see Link is still totally shaken up, jolting when another clap of thunder sounds from outside. "Kook," he murmurs.
"He's a dog. The storm will die down and he has no idea what he's looking at, anyway. And don't be a hypocrite, I just sucked you off for the past 20 minutes and now you've decided you don't want to 'traumatize' my dog."
Jungkook sits up on his elbows. "Yeah, but I don't wanna scare him. You might freak him out with your..." He gestures around wildly. "Noises."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Just because I like the sounds you make doesn't mean your dog will."
"You think my sex noises are gonna scare my dog."
"Min, he loves you. If he's scared something's wrong with you, he might think I'm hurting you and he'll attack me."
Jimin bursts out laughing. "Do you hear how crazy you sound?!" He grabs Jungkook's hand and puts it on his ass, forcing him to squeeze. "Do you not want this?"
Jungkook falls back down onto the mattress, still holding onto Jimin. "Ugh, I do."
"Then enough of your weird animal guilt and fuck me ."
"Okay, fine," he says, as if it's a chore. "But if Link looks scared , we're stopping."
Jimin isn't about to point out that Link already looks scared. "Okay, whatever, get lube."
Jungkook rolls onto his side, sticking his hand into the bedside table drawer without looking, having done this enough times that he's memorized the contents of Jimin's drawer. He pins Jimin down underneath him, pulling off his boxers, and by the time he works himself up to three fingers, Jimin can't stop squirming, clenching down on him.
"Get off of me, I'm gonna ride you," he grunts, pushing Jungkook off. "Gimme the condom."
"Gonna do the honors yourself?"
Jimin snorts. "Thinking fairly highly of yourself if you think that putting a condom on you is considered an honor." He rolls it down, Jungkook bucking up into his fist.
He situates himself over Jungkook's hips, sinking down slowly, gritting his teeth through it. It doesn't take long for him to angle it perfectly, though, and he can't help the ragged moan he lets out at the feeling. Jungkook puts his right hand on Jimin's ass, squeezing and gripping him tightly, helping him rotate his hips.
Jimin starts to build up a steady rhythm, grinding down with precision, and it's getting so good when Jungkook barks out a laugh. Jimin looks down, halting his movements immediately, and Jungkook has a hand over his mouth, trying to stifle his laughter. His eyes are crinkled, his body is shaking.
"What the fuck are you laughing at?" He clenches down around Jungkook, unable to help himself.
"Baby, I'm sorry, you feel amazing." Jungkook runs his hands up and down Jimin's thighs, touching him like he's fragile. "So perfect."
"Then seriously, what the hell?"
Jungkook swallows, trying not to laugh again. "Link won't stop staring at us."
Jimin rolls his eyes. "He's a dog! It doesn't matter!"
"No, I know it doesn't matter, but look at him."
"I don't want to! You're literally inside of me. I don't want to focus on Link."
Link hears his name and perks up, apparently misinterpreting Jimin's complaint as a command. He trots over to them and puts his head on the edge of the bed, shaking less now that the rain has died down. His drool, on the other hand, is still out of control.
Jungkook starts laughing again, deep from his belly, head thrown back into the pillow. "Jimin I can't fuck you when your dog is essentially on the bed with us. I..." He starts up his laughter once more, and Jimin slaps him across the chest, but now he's laughing, too.
"This is your fault! I wouldn't have even noticed and we'd already be done by now!" He isn't mad - actually thinks it's almost as funny as Jungkook does - and rocks back and forth on Jungkook's cock, just a little bit, to make sure Jungkook is still interested.
He is.
Jungkook grips Jimin's hips and lifts him up, letting him slam back down, and they both groan together. "Seriously, Min, he's right here."
"Okay, then, move over a little bit, and he won't be breathing in your face anymore."
Jimin is moving through the air before he realizes what's happening, landing flat on his back, Jungkook hovering above him. "Hi," he whispers, bending down to kiss up his jaw.
"Hi. Fuck me."
Jungkook smirks. "Okay. I can do that."
Turns out, he can't do it well, still laughing with each thrust every time Link pants. "Feels so good, oh my God, Link shut up."
Jimin buries his head into Jungkook's neck, trying to stifle his own laughs, body confused as to what sensation to give into. "'m close, Kook, keep going."
Jungkook thrusts harder, dropping down to his elbows, and when Jimin starts to whimper, Link actually starts fucking barking and Jimin nearly snorts he's laughing so hard, coming all over his hand simultaneously.
Jungkook pulls out and rips off the condom, pumping his fist over himself, adding to the already there mess on Jimin's belly, own breathing choppy from laughter, tears in his eyes.
He pulls out, rolling onto his back next to Jimin, and grabs his hand, kissing the back of it. "I'm sorry."
"You don't sound sorry."
"I'm not, really."
Jimin smiles, pulling his hand away. "I hate you. I hate my dog."
"You love both of us so much."