Jungkook swallows. "Fuck. It really does." He bends down to kiss Jimin, a real kiss, tongues instantly meeting and breath mingling. Jimin shakes his hands free from Jungkook's grip and cards them into Jungkook's hair, digging his nails in.
He continues to grind down, feeling Jimin start to get hard underneath him, keeps kissing him, keeps touching him, and Jimin always reacts the same, acts like Jungkook is the greatest thing to have ever happened to him, like he's the luckiest.
Jungkook knows what that feels like.
Arousal pumps through his body, still can't believe after a year together that he could still want someone else so badly all the Goddamn time, and he grinds down particularly hard. Jimin hisses and spreads his legs, giving Jungkook more room, and Jungkook knows for a fact that Jimin likes it a little rough. He's always careful with him, but never too gentle, and that always spurs Jimin on. With that in mind, he bends down and bites at his bare shoulder, rough and a little primal, soothing it with his tongue after, hips still moving aimlessly. Jimin grips onto Jungkook harder, breath starting to turn into heavy panting.
Jungkook sits up on his knees, still straddling Jimin, and pulls of Jimin's boxers. He's hard and trembling and so unbearably attractive that Jungkook's own movements stutter.
"I won't ever get tired of this," he says, starting to jerk Jimin slowly.
Jimin arches into it. "What, teasing me until I want to kick you in the throat?"
He smirks. "No. Seeing you like this. I love that you want me."
He nods, not in the mood to joke.
"I do want you." He swallows, head lolling to the side. "I want you all the time. C'mon."
Morning Jimin is undoubtedly Jungkook's favorite version of Jimin, and that says a lot. He's seen every version: tired, sad, happy, energetic, shocked, nervous, stupid, moody, crazy, drunk, pissed off, heartbroken, joker, turned on, scared, playful, coy, in love. He's seen every combination, every switch, but none of those versions hold a candle to Morning Jimin. He's vulnerable first thing in the morning, open, honest, and always a little shy. It does things to Jungkook's heart and head that he's the only one that gets this version of Jimin, and he doesn't have to share it. He's the only one that Jimin trusts to see him like this and every time he thinks about it, he nearly loses his mind.
Jungkook's eyes travel across Jimin's body, tense and lean. "How many times can I tell you that you're the most gorgeous person I've ever known before it gets redundant?"
Jimin squeezes his eyes shut. "You probably hit your limit at sometime last year."
He jerks him a little rougher and Jimin groans. "Not gonna ever stop saying it."
"You know - ah - you know what it does to my ego."
"You're sexy. So fucking sexy, it's unfair."
"Ego is growing," he forces out through gritted teeth.
"Baby." Jungkook bends down to kiss his stomach, still avoiding his cock with his mouth. Jimin whimpers. "Baby, you drive me crazy."
"Feeling is mutual, Kook, fuck, I need..."
Jungkook takes him down all the way, then, feeling Jimin's cock his the back of his throat, and the breath is punched out of Jimin. He works over him slowly, taking his time, twisting his hand at the base the way he knows Jimin loves best, urging Jimin to lose control.
And he does. He stops trying to hold back his moans, stops forcing his hips to stay glued to the mattress, stops focusing on his breathing. He grips at Jungkook's hair.
"Always make me feel so fucking good, fuck." He hisses again and cants his hips upward. "I want your fingers."
Jungkook pulls off, tongue still working at the head, and Jimin moans again. "Want me to fuck you?"
Jimin nods. "Yeah, yeah, I need you to."
He reaches for the lube on the nightstand, flipping the cap open and covering his fingers. He reaches down and slides his first finger in, taking Jimin all the way back down again.
He can hardly hear Jimin over the rushing in his own ears, the pounding in his chest. He does hear him, though, when he pushes in the second finger without warning, immediately searching for his prostate and pushing up against it just right. He knows it's probably too much too quickly but Jimin clenches down around him, nearly wailing and gripping at Jungkook's hair even tighter.
"Kook," he pants out, exhaling sharply through his nose, "so good. Need. I n-need more," he chokes.
Jungkook doesn't ask if it's okay before he slides in a third finger, spreading them out, and even then, Jimin is still so tight and warm around his fingers; he's gonna be tight and warm around his cock in about two minutes, and Jungkook will never get over how good that first thrust feels. He moans around Jimin's cock just thinking about it, his own cock hard and aching.
He thinks Jimin is ready - knows, actually - and pulls off of Jimin entirely, pulls his fingers out, reaching for more lube. He stares at Jimin as he slicks himself up, not bothering with a condom, and can't help it when he has to bend down to kiss him again, Jimin surging up to meet him.
Jimin whines into his mouth, a little biting, a lot hot, and he falls back when his arms give out.
"I lied," Jimin says, draping his arm over his eyes. "I'm not gonna marry you. I'm gonna find someone who doesn't have the goal to kill me every time he wants to stick his dick in me."
Jungkook laughs, biting at his own bottom lip, pulling Jimin's arm away from his face. "Can't take it back now. You're gonna marry me one day and I'm gonna make you cry every time I fuck you."
"I do not cry." He clears his throat. "Not every time, anyway."
"I love it when you cry."
"Ugh, shut up." He grips at Jungkook's back, scratching. "I miss having sex with regular humans who didn't make me feel like I'm going to come apart from the inside out, Jesus Christ. It's not even normal."
He laughs again and hovers over Jimin , kissing him on the jaw. He starts to push in, excruciatingly slowly, and it's hard for himself to go so slow but it's worth it for Jimin's reactions. He's trembling, his entire body shaking, and he immediately clings onto Jungkook, as if he would ever pull away.
Once he's all the way inside, he grits out, "Love when you talk about sex with people when I'm fucking you. So much for having my own ego."
Jimin tips his head back, eyes closed, and he's so, so beautiful. He clenches down, trying to bode Jungkook into start moving, and it works. "Your ego is big enough," he pants out. "We've been over this."
"Wouldn't hurt to hear something actually nice once in a while." He thrusts deeper and he knows he hits Jimin's prostate dead on by the way Jimin's entire body tenses and shakes.
"Something nice?" He leans up and sucks a bruise into Jungkook's neck, thrusting his hips in time with Jungkook's punches. "I love the way you fuck me, love the way you can't stop staring at me all the Goddamn time, love that you get off on getting me off."
Jungkook smirks into Jimin's neck, because he's right. "Anything else, baby?"
Jimin's breath is hot on his face. "Christ, you tell me I'm gorgeous, but look at you. Ah, fuck, right there, Kook, I can't."
He doesn't ask what the rest of his sentence is, just nods, because he's sure it was something along the lines of keep going. He doesn't change up his angle, keeps thrusting into Jimin until Jimin's words stop making sense all together, only whines and moans slipping out of his mouth. And Jungkook can tell he's close based on the way his legs keep tightening around his waist, going slack, then tightening again.
Jungkook's close, too, can't not be when he has Jimin underneath him, whimpering and slick around him. The red hot heat in his belly is spreading and he can't hold back much longer.
He picks up the pace, just a little bit, and laces his fingers through Jimin's. "I'm in love with you."
Jimin doesn't answer, just burrows his face into Jungkook's chest, both hot and sticky with sweat. "Jungkook..."
"I do. I love you and I'm crazy about you and I don't think I'll ever be able to show you exactly what you mean to me." He pushes in hard and murmurs, "But I'm gonna try."
Jimin cries out and cums, clenching involuntarily around Jungkook's cock, making it almost impossible for Jungkook to keep moving. He only needs six more thrusts, though, before he's cuming, too, a firecracker throughout his body. It's so intense, he almost wishes it would stop, hanging onto Jimin tightly, and he collapses on top of Jimin when it's over, completely spent.
Jimin moves first, sitting up and kissing Jungkook languidly but still full of fire. Jungkook reaches his hand up to tangle his fingers in Jimin's damp hair, tasting Jimin, sighing into his mouth. It's familiar at this point, but it never gets old.
He breaks the kiss and sits up, tucking his hair behind his ear and smiles. "Hey, Kook," he whispers.
"Baby."
"Did I thank you for bringing us here?"
"Only, like, 50 times."
"Okay, here's the 51st time. Thank you for bringing us here."
"We should come back."
"We should." He lays back down and slides in so close to Jungkook that he can feel Jimin's heart beating against his chest. "I love you, too."
They have flaws. Oh boy, do they have flaws. They aren't perfect, separately or together, and they'll always have things to work through. Some days are pure magic, and some days are absolutely dreadful, but it's always worth it. There is no one else Jungkook wants to walk through life with. He is absolutely positive of that, not a single doubt in his mind.
He pulls Jimin impossibly closer and kisses his temple. Jimin sighs and Christ, he is so happy.
Jungkook may be Jimin's trip to Maui, but he's thinking that Jimin is his trip, too.
And that will be going in the vows.
The End...