Jungkook and Jimin lay on the sofa watching TV together. Jungkook had his phone in his hand, squashed between the sofa and Jimin's back, scrolling mindlessly through social media and texting people back.
"Are you watching, Kookie?" Jimin asked, eyes on the TV, as he grabbed another handful of snacks from the bag on the floor below.
"Yup," Jungkook lied, his eyes still on his phone.
"You want snacks?" Jimin asked, grabbing another handful.
"Mhm," said Jungkook, letting his phone fall and poking his head over Jimin's shoulder.
Jimin inched his claw of snacks towards Jungkook's mouth, who ate them from his hyung's hand. The pad of his tongue lapped at Jimin's palm, stirring a desire deep within Jungkook's crotch. As Jimin removed his hand, Jungkook wound his arm around Jimin's thin waist and held him tighter, feeling a heat rush between his legs.
Jungkook began to fidget, trying to ignore how his cock swelled in his jogging bottoms, his eyes on the TV, trying to pick up the context of what they were supposed to be watching.
"What's the matter?" Jimin asked over his shoulder, turning slightly to Jungkook, noticing how he moved.
"I'm horny," Jungkook confessed, his eyes still on the TV.
"Your problem," smirked Jimin, who inched towards the screen again.
Jungkook smiled and buried his face into Jimin's neck, gripping his bony hip. "Help me, Jiminie," he teased, whispering against Jimin's neck.
Jimin couldn't help but smile. "What do you want?" he asked.
Jungkook laced his arm through the crook of Jimin's neck and pulled him in tighter. "Can I do this?" he asked, rutting his crotch against the curve of Jimin's ass.
"Sure," Jimin replied, nonchalantly, biting down on his lip to stop smiling.
"You love it," Jungkook replied, knowing the truth.
Jungkook worked and flexed his hips, bucking his cock over Jimin's ass, slowly at first, feeling his dick turn harder and harder with every thrust. He bit down on his lip, humping his hyung, letting small moans escape his mouth into Jimin's ear. He kissed the elder's neck, sloppy, wet, passionate kisses to Jimin's nape, biting down on his earlobe as he thrust faster and faster, now keeping a steady beat.
"You going to come in your pants?" teased Jimin, feeling himself harden.
Jungkook couldn't help but let out a guttural moan at his hyung's words. "Can I touch you?" he asked.
Jimin took Jungkook's hand from his hip and guided it down to where his own cock was pushing through the fabric of his jogging bottoms.
"Jimin-ssi," hissed Jungkook, feeling how hard he was, biting down on his ear again.
Jimin let Jungkook's hand palm him through his trousers and crossed his arm behind him to give Jungkook's ass a firm squeeze, pushing him further into Jimin with every thrust.
"Fuck, Jungkook," Jimin muttered under his breath, rolling his head back so that Jungkook had a better angle to kiss and lick at his neck.
They worked in tandem for a few thrusts, Jimin's hand now gripping Jungkook's thigh for better leverage so he could arch his back, giving Jungkook more of his ass. Jungkook's hand rubbed Jimin enthusiastically through his trousers as he pounded against his hyung's ass. He rested his head against Jimin's temple, closing his eyes, totally lost in the fervour of the moment. The intimacy of the moment wasn't lost on Jimin whose eyelids fluttered closed in pleasure.
After a moment, Jimin couldn't take it anymore. "Sit up, Kookie," he told Jungkook.
"What?" he asked.
Jimin sat up, Jungkook's hands still on the elder's hips. Jungkook followed him and watched as Jimin climbed on top and straddled him.
"Jungkook-ah," said Jimin, smiling down at Jungkook who was in shock that his hyung was taking control. Jimin began grinding down on Jungkook, watching as the younger's head rolled back at the friction they were creating. Jungkook's eyes were almost in the back of his head as Jimin worked his hips, their crotches sliding together, hot, and heavy.
Jimin clasped Jungkook's face lovingly and planted a kiss on his lips. It was so tender that it filled Jungkook with a sensuality he hadn't experienced before. It muddled his thoughts, as Jimin still ground down on Jungkook's dick, even whilst kissing Jungkook so delicately.
He sat back, admiring Jungkook, whose ears had flushed pink. "You like that?" Jimin asked.
Jungkook bit his lip. "Yeah," he breathed.
Jimin worked faster, and Jungkook's hands gripped Jimin's hips tighter.
"You gonna come for me, Jungkookie?" Jimin asked. "You gonna come for Jimin-ssi?"
Jungkook could only grunt in response, feeling his orgasm rising. His hand delved into Jimin's boxers and began rubbing his hyung's shaft in time with Jimin, who was humping Jungkook even faster now.
"Come for me," Jimin commanded.
Jungkook did as he was told and painted reams of come into his jogging bottoms. He cried out in delight as his hips juddered, as he jerked his crotch against Jimin's, grinding up into him. Seeing Jungkook come as hard and fast as he did pushed Jimin over the edge, as he spilled his seed onto Jungkook's fist. The younger milked him dry, his hands still around Jimin's cock, even as he began to soften in his grip.
Jimin rested his forehead against Jungkook's, both of them catching their breaths, chests heaving heavily.
"Do you feel better now?" asked Jimin softly, a smile playing on his lips.
"Much better," agreed Jungkook, who pulled away and looked up at Jimin through his thick eyelashes. He cupped Jimin's face with his clean hand and kissed him sweetly. "Thank you, Jiminie," he whispered. Jimin leaned forward and pressed a full and ardent kiss to the younger's forehead.
"We should get cleaned up," said Jimin, dismounting from Jungkook.
"Race you to the shower," Jungkook said, getting up and darting for the door.
"Hey!" Jimin called after him, racing out of the room, the TV show they were watching still playing in the background, now quite forgotten indeed.