Jimin rolled over in bed, his front coming to rest on Jungkook's right side. He wound his arm around Jungkook's neck, Jimin tangling his fingers in his messy hair that brushed his nape. Jimin's forehead rested against Jungkook's cheek, the gentle rise and fall of their chests in tandem together. Slowly, Jungkook brushed his lips over Jimin's forehead and pressed them, pursed, to the soft skin.
"Good morning," he whispered.
"Morning," Jimin grunted.
Jungkook wound his arm around Jimin's shoulders and pulled him in tighter. Jimin's hand spread across Jungkook's stomach, coming to rest in the dip of his waist. As he did so, he felt his sleeve catch on something. He looked beneath the duvet and saw that Jungkook was still wearing his jeans from the night before. Jimin noticed a defined bulge in the front of Jungkook's trousers, a tell-tale sign that morning had come.
"You slept in your clothes?" Jimin asked, flopping down onto Jungkook's chest again.
"I didn't want to get changed," he explained. "I was up late in the studio."
Jimin sat up on his elbow and peeked under the duvet again, his free hand gripping just above Jungkook's kneecap. "They look nice on you," he replied, laying down again. His hand lingered on Jungkook's thigh, travelling upwards slowly. "Your thighs look so hot," he smiled against Jungkook's skin.
Jungkook breathed out a shallow chuckle. "You love my thighs, Jiminie," he cooed, cupping the elder's face, and kissing him.
Jimin positioned his crotch over the curve of Jungkook's thigh, the younger reaching down to grab Jimin's ass cheek and squeezing it firmly through his jogging bottoms. Jimin moaned into Jungkook's mouth, who slipped his tongue against Jimin's, the pad of Jungkook's thumb tracing lightly against Jimin's jaw.
"Jungkook-ah," Jimin whispered, as he began to rock his hips back and forth over Jungkook's thigh, letting the muscle roll against his cock. Jungkook's hand on Jimin's ass pulled him in even tighter against him, assisting as Jimin rolled his hips, growing quicker and quicker, causing friction between them.
"You gonna fuck yourself on my thigh, Jimin-ssi?" asked Jungkook, his voice hot and heavy.
Jimin groaned and thrust harder, his dick painfully restricted by his jogging bottoms and the pressure of his body against Jungkook's thigh.
"Wanna fuck you," Jimin told him through kisses as he continued to hump. "Will you let me?"
Jungkook rested his forehead against Jimin's. "You wanna top?" he asked.
Jimin's chest was heaving. "Yes – can I fuck you, Jungkookie?" he half-whined. "Let hyung fuck you hard."
Jungkook shivered, then grabbed at his own t-shirt and pulled it off, letting it fall onto the floor. Then he snatched off Jimin's t-shirt and did the same. Jungkook rolled Jimin over to that he was on top, grinding down the hard fabric of his jeans into Jimin's crotch and earning a delighted moan in response. Jungkook sat back on his heels and undid his jeans, unzipping them and pushing them from around his hips. Jimin whipped off his jogging bottoms, letting his hard cock spring free, already wet, and ready.
Jungkook kicked off his jeans as Jimin grabbed the lube from the bedside table, letting it fall into the folds of the duvet as Jungkook pounced on him, their crotches rubbing together, cocks nestled next to each other. Jimin drew Jungkook in, winding his arms around the younger, embracing how they could lay skin to skin together.
Jimin's fingers traced their way down Jungkook's back to his coccyx, then between the cleft of his ass cheeks, gently circulating his tight hole. Jungkook panted into Jimin's mouth as he opened up for his elder. Jimin slipped a finger in, feeling Jungkook's wet heat.
"So tight, Kookie," he purred. "Can I use my tongue?"
Jungkook whimpered. "Yes, Jimin-ah," he breathed.
Jimin slipped out from underneath Jungkook and positioned himself behind him. Jungkook was bent over in front of him, on his knees, as Jimin spread his ass cheeks and lent forward. At Jungkook's puckered entrance, Jimin delved his tongue inside him, earning another whimper from Jungkook.
Jimin swirled his tongue around, poking the tip inside, flexing the ridges around, making Jungkook twist his fists into the bedsheets, almost crying at the pleasure.
"Please – hyung!" Jungkook cried.
Jimin stopped and smiled, reaching around to pump Jungkook's painfully hard cock. Jungkook groaned loudly feeling Jimin's grip on his shaft. "Who's your best hyung?" Jimin teased, then went back to Jungkook's ass, dragging the pad of his tongue over his hole.
Jungkook cried out, then panted. "You," he said, almost shaking.
"Does hyung take good care of his baby?" Jimin asked, almost whispering against Jungkook's ass, the vibrations running through him.
"Yes, hyung," he replied. "Please hyung, fuck me," he gasped, tipping his head back.
"You want hyung to fuck you?" asked Jimin, licking his tongue right up through the cleft of Jungkook's cheeks.
"Yes!" hissed Jungkook, almost rocking his cock against Jimin's grip, aching for release.
Jimin stopped and searched for the bottle of lube, grabbing it, flicking the lid open and squirting a generous amount onto his hand. He worked it over his fingers and then over his cock, fingering Jungkook again, first with one finger, then with two, scissoring him open. He dug his fingers in deeper inside Jungkook, pressing on his prostate, making Jungkook cry out once more.
"Take my fingers like a good boy," Jimin whispered to Jungkook, bending over Jungkook's arched back to reach his ear.
"Yes, Jimin-ssi," Jungkook huffed.
Jimin took his fingers out and readied his cock at Jungkook's entrance, pausing for a second before affectionately rubbing Jungkook's back. "Let me know if it hurts, Kook," he said, softly.
"Please, Jimin," Jungkook whimpered, edging backwards towards the head of Jimin's cock.
Jimin smiled and began to ease himself in. Jungkook hissed slightly at Jimin's girth but adjusted, pushing back, taking Jimin inch by inch.
"Such a good boy taking hyung's cock deep like that," moaned Jimin, pulling Jungkook down to his hilt by his shoulders, leaning back to make sure all of his cock was buried deep inside the younger.
"Please! Fuck me, hyung!" cried Jungkook.
Jimin did as he was told, inching backwards and forwards, small thrusts at first, until Jungkook's panting was in time with the sound of their skin slapping. Jimin's hands gripped Jungkook's hips, then his thighs, grabbing at the tense muscles for better leverage, leaving small bruises with his grip.
Jungkook moved his hips, working up a quick pace with Jimin, pushing back against the elder so that his cock could be buried deeper inside him, hitting his prostate every time. Jungkook's hand flew to his own dick, pumping in time with Jimin's thrusts, moans escaping his throat as he closed his eyes, revelling in the ecstasy.
Jimin tangled his hands in Jungkook's long hair, sensual at first, then his grip turned hard as he pulled Jungkook by the hair up to full height, so that Jungkook's back was against Jimin's chest. Jimin still thrust inside him, gritting his teeth, their passions mounting.
"Such a good boy for hyung," Jimin told him, as Jungkook's head fell back against Jimin's shoulder. "Good boy getting fucked by hyung," he said, thoroughly enjoying the switch of roles. "Does hyung please you?"
"Yes, hyung," breathed Jungkook. "Loved getting fucked by you," he replied through shallow breaths.
Jimin pushed Jungkook back down onto the bed, gripping Jungkook's hips again. "Are you going to come for your hyung?" Jimin asked.
"Yes, Jiminie," panted Jungkook, his voice strangled and high.
"Come for me," Jimin commanded. "Come for hyung."
Jungkook's hand pumped his cock faster as his whole body began to shake with his impending orgasm. Jimin felt Jungkook clench around him, tensing and then releasing as his come spilt out onto the duvet below them, Jungkook groaning deeply. Jimin's hands pushed down on Jungkook's shoulders, pushing him further down his cock, sending Jimin over the edge as he ground down on Jungkook's ass, his face screwed up in delight.
Jimin stopped thrusting when he finally felt empty, his sights and sounds coming back into focus as he heard Jungkook whimpering beneath him. Jimin pressed lazy kisses to Jungkook's spine as he eased out of him, cum dribbling out of Jungkook's ass. Jimin gave Jungkook's ass cheek a firm slap, the both of them breaking out into chuckles as they collapsed next to each other on their sides.
Jungkook reached across and began drawing circles on Jimin's palm, as their fingers entwined together.
"We should get in the shower," Jungkook whispered. "We have rehearsals in an hour."
"You should put those blue jeans back on," Jimin replied, a sly smile playing on his face.
"Not a chance, Jimin-ah," Jungkook replied, getting up from the bed and sashaying towards the shower.
"Why?" asked Jimin, lifting his head from the bed.
Jungkook looked over his shoulder at Jimin and smirked. "Because you won't be able to keep your hands off me," he teased, leaning over to turn the shower on.