He dips his tongue into Jungkook's mouth, unable to help himself, and Jungkook whines, backing Jimin up into the kitchen wall, pressing the full length of his body against him. It gets sloppy from there, the kind of kiss Jimin has been imagining, only it's better because it's real and it's leaving him short of breath. Jungkook kisses Jimin so hard that Jimin can tell his brows are knit together without even looking. He almost forgot what it felt like to be kissed by Jungkook like this, and he can't believe he almost let this slip away for good.
They stand there kissing long enough for Jimin to be able to feel the hard outline of Jungkook's cock against his thigh, and when Jungkook pulls back with hooded eyelids, hands gripping Jimin's ass through his sweatpants, Jimin can barely manage to form a coherent sentence. "Jungkook, bedroom, go."
Jungkook bends down to mouth at Jimin's neck. "Pushy," he murmurs into Jimin's skin.
"Now is not the time for you to complain about my positive personality traits, let's go."
Jungkook walks backward down the hallway, blindly leading Jimin as he stops to kiss him after every other step. He shoves open his bedroom door with his hip, pulling Jimin in with him, and Jimin already feels like putty in Jungkook's hands, completely at Jungkook's mercy.
He lets Jungkook crowd him up against the door, hands squeezing at his ass, mouth back on Jimin's, hips aimlessly thrusting into Jimin's hips. He chases the feeling, his cock already fully hard, and he's desperate, desperate to have Jungkook's hands on him again, desperate to get Jungkook off.
He groans when Jungkook pulls his joggy's down, hands immediately going to Jimin cock, and he lets his head fall back against the door when Jungkook starts squeezing and stroking through his boxers. He can't stop whining, can't do anything but stand there and let Jungkook touch him.
"Baby, come here," Jungkook says after a minute, or maybe twenty, Jimin has no idea. It's too much, it's not enough, and he's still partially clothed. "Bed."
Jimin loops his arms around Jungkook's neck and lets Jungkook drag him to the bed, incapable of letting go. Jungkook tries to pull away and Jimin clings more, clutching harder. "No."
"Hey." Jungkook brushes hair out of Jimin's face. "Baby, I'm not going anywhere," he says, an echo of what Jimin said the first time they ever had sex, and his heart won't stop racing.
"Okay, just, yeah," he murmurs, making absolutely zero sense. He lays down, his head on the pillows, and Jungkook climbs over him, straddling. Jimin slides his hands up under Jungkook's shirt. He feels Jungkook's stomach muscles clench with every touch.
"I've missed you so fucking much," Jungkook whispers before he ducks down to kiss the back of Jimin's hand, up his arm, and eventually landing on his lips. He grinds his hips down, his jogging bottoms soft against Jimin's bare thighs, and all Jimin can manage to do is hang onto Jungkook's hair, letting everything else overwhelm him.
It's a peculiar feeling, a peculiar state, for Jimin to be so out of control with Jungkook in this situation. He often lets Jungkook take charge, loving how he gets when he's putting on a show, almost, but this is different. He couldn't stop whimpering if he tried.
He arches his back after a particularly hard thrust and when he looks up, Jimin can see his own desperation glaring in Jungkook's eyes. "I wanna suck you off," he whispers, watching for Jungkook's reaction.
Jungkook's eyes flutter shut and he grinds down again. "Yeah," he mumbles, climbing off of Jimin's thighs and he takes off his t-shirt, tossing it onto the ground behind him.
Jimin sits up and unties the drawstring on Jungkook's joggy's , pushing them down, loving the way Jungkook's breath hitches when his cock springs free. No underwear, as per usual.
He situates himself beside Jungkook, jerking him three times before he takes him all the way down, cock hitting the back of his throat. He gags once and Jungkook groans.
One time, when Jungkook was drunk and Jimin was sucking him off, Jungkook had let it slip that he loves when Jimin gags, like it's too much for him to take. Jimin had laughed it off at the time, telling Jungkook he was an idiot, but now, he uses it to his advantage.
He takes Jungkook's down even deeper, gagging again, and Jungkook grips the back of Jimin's head. Jimin can tell he's trying not to drive his hips further into Jimin's mouth.
He works over him slowly, twisting his hand the way he knows Jungkook likes best, and it only takes a few minutes before Jungkook is panting, "Baby, stop for a sec, I need the lube."
Jimin pulls off and thumbs over the head, making Jungkook jerk. "Can't concentrate when I'm doing this?"
"Are you kidding? I've been dreaming about your mouth for weeks. I can barely remember to breathe, never mind look for lube."
He smirks and gestures toward the nightstand. "Have at it."
Jungkook opens the drawer and comes back with a half empty bottle moments later. Jimin dives back down, licking up and down Jungkook's length. He just barely registers the sound of the bottle cap opening, and then Jungkook's hands are on him, yanking down his boxers, the elastic band snapping against his waist. He keeps bobbing his head, even as Jungkook is undressing him, and he only falters his movements when Jungkook's first finger slides inside him.
It's been what feels like ages since he's had Jungkook's fingers inside of him, making him come undone from the inside out, and he can't help the obscene moan he lets out when Jungkook slides in a second finger unprompted. He works his hips backward, trying to focus on bringing Jungkook to the edge over and over again, but his fingers feel so fucking good, and he can't be blamed for chasing the feeling, having to pull up off of Jungkook after only another minute or two.
He rests his head on Jungkook's thigh, panting. When Jungkook crooks his fingers and rubs against his prostate, as if he wasn't even trying, Jimin whines. "So good, Kook, can't fucking stand it."
Jungkook works his fingers deeper, sliding in a third finger when he trusts that Jimin's body is ready for it. "Do you know how gorgeous you are?" he asks. "It drives me crazy. You've been driving me crazy for years."
Jimin clenches down around him, sweat forming on his forehead, and he can't take this anymore.
"Kook," he warns, and Jungkook gets the idea.
He pulls his fingers out and yanks Jimin's boxers off the rest of the way, flipping him on his back. He hovers over him, lube in the palm of his hand, and he kisses him thoroughly before pulling back. "I don't have any condoms," he admits. "They're all at your house and I didn't bother to buy more."
Jimin sucks in his cheeks. "Im gonna need to buy more. I threw all yours away. I was sick of looking at them."
Jungkook huffs out a laugh, kissing up and down Jimin's neck. "Are you suggesting I drive to the pharmacy right now to buy some?"
He wraps his legs around Jungkook's waist, pulling him in closer. "No. Just. Be with me."
He nods. "I can do that. I want to do that."
Jimin grabs the lube out of his hand and covers his own hand with it. He reaches down and slides his hand over Jungkook's cock, Jungkook fucking into his fist, squeezing his eyes shut. "You good?" Jimin asks, voice quieter than he anticipated.
"Yeah. Too good," he murmurs, lining himself up with Jimin and pushing in, movement fluid and smooth.
Jimin's hands immediately fly up to cover his face, feeling of it too intense, and he doesn't want his every emotion to show on his face.
He knows Jungkook is looking at him - he always stares in the most intense way whenever Jimin is under him like this - but he can't pull his hands away to match Jungkook's gaze. "Move, Jeon," he whimpers, pushing his hips forward.
"No. Not until you move your hands. I want to see you."
He bites at his bottom lip. "Can't. Can't focus on anything else when your giant dick is lodged in my ass."
Jungkook bursts out laughing. "Come on, baby." When Jimin still doesn't move, Jungkook reaches down and grips Jimin's hands in his own, lacing their fingers together over the pillow. Jimin blinks, refocusing his eyes. "God, you're." He doesn't finish his sentence, but Jimin knows, anyway.
He finally starts to move, thrusting over and over, pace nearly bruising, and Jimin loves it. He loves the way Jungkook is using his body to get himself off, loves that Jungkook finds him so unbearably attractive that he can't hold back. He whines, twisting his wrists, trying to free himself from Jungkook's grip.
"I want to touch you," he says, and Jungkook lets go at that.
Jimin drags his fingers along Jungkook's cheekbones, through his hair, across his shoulder blades, up and down his back. He can't keep still, wants to keep touching him to prove to himself that this is really happening again and it's all real.
Jungkook's movements go sloppy after a while, his breathing uneven. "You feel so good, Min, you have no idea." The words are punched out of him, almost like he's in pain, and Jimin can relate.
He drags his hands up Jungkook's sides again, movements shaky. "Feels pretty good from here, too."
And that's an understatement. He's already embarrassingly close, orgasm building in the pit of his stomach and working its way out. He's trembling his breathing quicker, and he reaches down to touch himself, so, so close.
Jungkook must be able to tell he's close. "Baby, come on. Cum. I'll take care of you." His voice is genuine and he can't stop staring at Jimin , concentrated on nothing but Jimin and his body, and that's the thing, isn't it? Jungkook is always taking care of Jimin. Always. That thought is what does it for him.
When he comes, he nearly shouts with the force of it, almost wishing it would stop, and he clings to Jungkook impossibly closer. Jungkook keeps working his hips, angling himself at all the right spots, and Jimin feels like he can't breathe.
He comes down slowly, clenching down around Jungkook to get him there faster, wanting him to fly off the edge, as well. It seems to work, because he puts his face in Jimin's neck, panting, hands gripping at Jimin's hips, squeezing way too tightly.
"Kook," he whispers, his throat tight, "I'm never gonna love anyone the way I love you. I swear to fucking God." It's the truth.
Jungkook's moan is downright sinful, cuming inside of Jimin, hair sweaty at the nape of his neck. Jimin rubs his back through it, calming him down, and when he finally pulls back, his eyes are bloodshot and his cheeks are a deep shade of pink, blotchy and so, so gorgeous.
He pulls out slowly, kissing Jimin's face the whole time, and when he lays down flat on his back, Jimin wastes no time climbing into his arms, the spot he's been missing for months.
"I love you, too," Jungkook whispers into Jimin's hair, wrapping his arms tight around him.
Jimin moves in closer. "I'm so lucky," he says, and for the first time in years, he means it.
They spend the rest of the day at Jungkook's house, kissing and talking and touching, making grilled cheese sandwiches and tomato soup for lunch, and when the sun starts to go down, Jimin groans.
"I have to go home and feed Link. He probably wants to go out, too."
Jungkook rolls his shoulders. "I'll go with you. And I'll help hang those pictures of me back up on the wall."
Jimin blushes. "I was hoping you didn't notice."
He shrugs, smiling. "I'm gonna super glue them to the wall, just watch me."
"Do it."
They head to Jimin's before dinner, and before they enter, Jimin apologizes profusely for the state of his house, reluctantly mentioning the bags of Jungkook's stuff at the end of the bed.
"I didn't know what to do with it," he admits as he unlocks the front door. "I couldn't get rid of it but I couldn't look at it, either. Thank God I finally had the balls to show up at your house, though. Was starting to look like an episode of Hoarders in here. Now you can help me get my shit together again."
Jungkook smiles but doesn't laugh, following Jimin inside. "If I hadn't heard from you by your birthday, I would have called. I don't want you to think I completely gave up on you, on us.
I wanted to give you time, as much as I didn't want to stay away, but I figured it would work. Or at least, I hoped it would." He locks the door behind him. "Patience is all it takes to be with you. Took ten years to finally get you for the first time. I knew I could handle another 60 days to get you back for good."
Jimin swallows the lump in his throat. "Ah, baby," he says, as if that's enough. "Thank you for coming home. Because you were right. This is your home."
Jungkook grabs his hand and pulls him in for a hug. "Thank you for letting me come home," he says into Jimin's hair. "I love you."
He feels so safe, so utterly content; it's not new, this feeling, but it's been a while. He didn't think it would be possible to maintain again, not after all of the demolishment he caused over the past eight weeks. While Jungkook strokes his back, Jimin thinks about how lucky he is to have found someone in his short lifetime to love so wholeheartedly.
He's spent the past few months questioning how it's possible to love another human simply because of how their mind works, how their hands move, how their voice sounds, how they string words together to make sentences that make his toes curl. It's timeless, this love, and he's done questioning it.
Jimin burrows himself deeper into Jungkook's embrace. "I love you, too."
Jimin wakes up alone the next morning, bed cold except for where he's been laying, no sign of Jungkook anywhere. He heads into the living room, which is also empty, and the kitchen is vacant, as well. He momentarily panics, thinking the entire thing was a dream, that he never actually went to Jungkook's house the morning before, and he's still stuck in this nightmare.
But then, he remembers what day of the week it is, and he has a hunch as to where Jungkook is hiding out on this cold and sunny Sunday.
He hooks Link up to his leash and steps into a pair of winter boots. It's freezing outside, motivating Jimin to walk even faster. Link leads the way, happy to be outside, happy to burrow his nose in the snow.
They turn the corner to the coffee shop and though Jimin knew that Jungkook would be here, waiting for him, he still feels a sense of relief when he sees his boy sitting at their table by the window, coffee and muffin in hand.
It's going to be a good morning.