Jungkook doesn't question it. He just grabs Jimin's hand and follows his lead, slamming the back door shut behind him.
Jimin tries to calm his racing heart, but knows it's a lost cause because the second the bedroom door is shut, Jungkook's hands and lips are back on him, every movement hot. Jungkook is relentless, his hands already tugging at the hem of Jimin's shirt, desperation written in his every move, his breathing erratic.
He raises his arms and let's Jungkook undress him, yanking his t-shirt off, falling to the floor. Jungkook groans and attacks Jimin's neck, hands exploring, smoothing over his skin, sliding down to palm at his ass through his jeans.
Jimin swallows hard. " Kook, Kook...Relax."
Jungkook's hands drop from Jimin's body, hanging limply by his sides, snapping out of the desperation that seemed to be consuming him. He looks startled and a bit embarrassed.
" Sorry," he breathes out quietly.
" No, babe, you don't have to be sorry..." He trails off, searching Jungkook's face for a sign of hesitation. He doesn't see any. " I love that you want me," he murmurs, unable to look Jungkook in the eye.
Jungkook takes a step closer, his thumb drawing circles against Jimin's hip. " I do want you. I want you so fucking bad, all the fucking time."
Jimin nods. " It's...the same for me."
Jungkook squeezes his eyes shut, and Jimin looks down to see Jungkook's hands trembling. " Thank God."
" Kook, I'm not going anywhere."
He opens his eyes again, focus hazy.
" Are you sure?"
Jimin frowns. " Is that a genuine concern for you?"
Jungkook doesn't answer. He just shrugs, movements still shaky. " I don't know."
" I'm not going anywhere," he repeats, voice soft, unwavering. " You don't have to...Hang on to me like you think I'm trying to get away." He matches Jungkook's gaze with his own. " I'm not going anywhere," he whispers one more time. " I'm just...I'm here."
" Okay." Jungkook whispers back,
" But I..." He stops talking and instead, dives back in to kiss Jimin, even more fervently than before, leaving Jimin to wonder what it was he wanted to say. Jungkook walks Jimin backwards until the back of Jimin's knees hit the edge of the bed. He tumbles backward, pulling Jungkook down on top of him.
Jimin can't remember ever wanting someone so badly. He tells his body to shut up, to quit it with the tremors, but the second he feels Jungkook's hands on the buttons of his jeans, any and all self consciousness is gone. He slides his own hands down to the hem of Jungkook's shirt and yanks on it, Jungkook ducking down to help, and lifts his own hips to allow Jungkook to pull off his jeans.
He wants to take a moment to appreciate the body of the man hovering above him, even though he isn't all that unfamiliar with it. They've spent summers at Jungkook's parents lake house on Lake Erie, diving into the water, shirtless and bronzed from the sun. They've changed in front of each other countless times, borrowing each other's clothes, Jimin slapping Jungkook across the bare chest at any opportunity he got. And then there was that one time about a month after Tyler died that Jimin got so drunk, he threw up all over himself and Jungkook found him like that, covered in his own vomit. Jungkook undressed him completely and helped him take a shower - something they never talk about. Jimin made him promise, even though he barely remembers the incident at all.
But Christ, this time is extremely different from every single one of those times. He isn't simply walking by in a towel; rather, he's hard and panting, all for Jimin.
Jungkook is tinned everywhere, his time at the gym clearly paying off, and his newest tattoo is Brightly outlined across his chest. His arms are bulging from the force of holding himself up and his abs clench with every movement. Jimin reaches out to run his hands down Jungkook's sides and that's when Jungkook decides to grind down with exact precision. Jimin chokes out a moan, matching Jungkook's movements with his own hips.
Jungkook stills, then, and then wraps his arms around Jimin's back, looping his arms around his shoulders, holding him. Jimin opens his mouth to question what he's doing, but suddenly, he flies backwards onto the bed, Jungkook still holding onto him like a vice.
" What the hell was that for?"
Jungkook mouths idly at Jimin's neck.
" Needed more room," he says, breathing into Jimin's collarbones.
Jimin pulls his head to the side and Jungkook starts sucking a bruise into the skin. " Room for what?" he breathes out.
" I wanna suck you off. I didn't want you hanging off the edge of the bed.
Jimin swallows. " You wanna suck me off?"
Jungkook nods against his shoulder, hands still moving across his body, teasing at the waistband of Jimin's boxers. " I wanna do a lot of things."
Deep breaths. " What else?"
His hand cups Jimin through his boxers and Jimin arches into it. He keeps teasing when he says,
" Everything. I wanna make you fall apart from my mouth, I want to jerk you off, I want to fuck you more than anything, shit." He continues to squeeze and rub Jimin, still without direct contact. Jimin feels like he could beg for it. " I want to feel your hands on me, too. And your mouth. I love your mouth."
Jimin starts grinding his hips upward into Jungkook's again, he needs to feel is Jungkook is embarrassingly hard as he is.
He is.
He feels like his entire body is throbbing, thrumming with anticipation. " You love my mouth?" He isn't proud of how high pitched his voice comes out.
" God, I love your mouth. I love how you taste." He pauses and licks eyes with Jimin, smiling, still squeezing Jimin's cock. " I love how fresh you are."
He rolls his eyes, grinding his hips up, chasing the feeling. " I Save most of my freshness for you."
Jungkook nods knowingly. " I'm so fucking lucky." He doesn't sound like he's being sarcastic.
Jimin whines, unable to stop himself.
" Jungkook, please..."
" Please, what?" But he knows. He sits back on his knees and pulls down Jimin's boxers, his cock fully hard.
Jimin flushes under Jungkook's intense gaze. He's barely blinking, eyes wide and travelling across his body. " You still have jeans on and I'm fully naked. On what planet is this allowed?"
Jungkook doesn't seem to catch the teasing, slightly desperate tone to Jimin's voice, and he ignores Jimin's question entirely. " Like, so fucking gorgeous. Every bit of you." He drops his hands to Jimin's hips and leaves them there, holding on to them tightly. " I just can't believe you have any me back, you know?"
He doesn't know. What a ridiculous statement. " Are you serious?"
Jungkook reaches down to take Jimin in his hand and starts jerking him off slowly, just the way Jimin likes it when he wants to draw it out. " Min, I'm crazy about you." His voice is soft but sure.
The look on Jungkook's face is it for Jimin. He bats Jungkook's hand away - as much as it pains him to do so, and knocks Jungkook down flat on his back. He sits on Jungkook's thighs and begins to unbutton and unzip his jeans. " Your crazy about, a lot of things if you think I don't want you." He yanks down the jeans, raising himself up on his knees to do so. Even in the darkness of Jimin's bedroom, he can see how hard Jungkook is, body trembling, and he's undeniably sexy, So filthy gorgeous. " I can't keep my hands off you, like 80% of the time. And the rest of the time, I'm thinking about what I want my hands to do to you once they're on you." He bends down and licks a stripe down Jungkook's cock, and he groans, his hands immediately clutching at Jimin's shoulders. " Don't know what took us so long to get here," Jimin murmurs against Jungkook's hip, and then he takes him down all the way, no preamble, no working up to it.
Jungkook's breathing goes from choppy to downright out of control. Jimin can tell he's trying not to shove his hips up into Jimin's mouth, which he appreciates, but he loves that Jungkook's losing it, that he's having trouble keeping it together.
Jimin can hardly take it, how turned in he is, just from getting Jungkook off. He needs to make him squirm, make him feel like Jimin does, like he's burning from the inside out. And it's stupid, honestly, that he has to even question whether or not Jungkook is feeling the same way he does; it's painfully obvious, with his rapid breathing and shaking thighs. Jimin has been so in tuned to Jungkook's movements and expressions for over a decade. He knows how close to the edge Jungkook is, even if he hasn't fully voiced it yet. But that's what he wants. He wants him to tell Jimin that he's barely holding it together, just like Jimin.
He pulls off Jungkook all the way, and he knows how unsexy he looks with a string of spit connecting his lips to the head of Jungkook's cock, but it seems to work for him. He pumps up his hips, seemingly subconsciously, and moans. " Your mouth," he whimpers, like it's a complete thought.
Jimin licks down the base and says into Jungkook's thigh, " I'm gonna let you fuck me." It comes out like it's a secret, and Jimin thinks it's the worst kept secret he's ever had. Jungkook on the other hand, finally breaks the way Jimin wanted him to.
" Do you understand," he almost growls, " what you do to me?" He looks up at the ceiling, blinking, hands clenching and unclenching in the sheets. " Jimin. Min..." He trails off, swallowing. " Say it again."
Jimin can see the desperation written all over Jungkook's face, and he put it there. He's suddenly reminded of how hard he is when he bends down and breathes hotly over Jungkook's cock, looking up to make direct eye contact with Jungkook, murmuring.
" You're gonna fuck me."
He continues to work his mouth over Jungkook before he can get another word in, the heat and slickness if his tongue getting Jungkook off slowly and surely, his movements sure and practiced. Jungkook slips his hand down to feel where his cock is sliding in and out of Jimin's mouth, stomach clenching every time he sits up to get a visual, murmuring how gorgeous Jimin is, taking it, loving it. Jimin loses track of time, lost in the way Jungkook is so affected by him, but can tell he's been going at it for a while based on the way his jaw is starting to ache, his back beginning to tense up. He tongues at the head of Jungkook's cock and looks up. Jungkook is staring back at him, cheeks pink and he moans.