Zen's POV

Morning welcomes me with bright sunshine through the huge floor length windows. Before I even open my eyes I know Jumin is at my back. His arms wrap around me, one under my neck, the other around my waist, both clinging to my chest. At least this time my arms are free. At least… huh. I scoff. Who am I kidding? If I woke up pinned again, I wouldn't mind.

My breathing picks up as an image conjures with my thoughts. An image of Jumin on top of me, pinning my wrists above my head, all while he kisses me the same way he did last night in the bathroom. I begin to realize that if Jumin keeps saying these things to me… these romantic confessions… I may let him do whatever he wants to me.

Again, last night… I would not have these feelings for you… this desire to touch you and be with you… if it were not for who you are. My heart about races out of my chest just thinking about it. About everything he's said and done for me over the last few days. From the allergy medicine to the literal helicopter.

I snuggle myself deeper into the crook of his body. His hands splay wider across my chest at my movement, and I find myself wishing I wasn't wearing this shirt. I want to feel his skin on mine…

I turn my head as far as I comfortably can, trying to look at him. His face is nestled into my back, so I can't see more than his tousled black hair, but his breathing is clearly still even and calm.

It must be early since he's still asleep. Unless he slept through his alarm? I turn back forwards and see my cell phone sitting on the nightstand. But when I turn on the screen and see 9:13am, I bolt up in bed, snapping out of his embrace. Shit! He did sleep through his alarm!

"Jumin!" I turn over and shake him gently. I try to ignore the feel of his bare bicep beneath my fingers. "Jumin, wake up! You're late for work again."

He gives a soft groan and peeks lazily at me through one open eye. "You're energetic this morning," he says through a smile. Then, with a suggestively husky tone, he adds, "Good."

I swallow. I can feel heat spread across my cheeks at his flirty smile. "Jumin. Focus. It's Friday, and it's after 9 already! You must have slept through your alarm…" I trail off, taking in his unwavering expression of amusement. "What?" I snap.

"Can I touch you?" he asks, never lifting his head from the pillow.

I bristle, my breaths becoming quick and short. He's doing this again today? "Jumin, I told you, you don't have to ask me."

"Is that a yes?"

Is he going to kiss me again? My heart flutters at the thought. But the way he asks me… it's embarrassing… so my answer comes out softly. "Yeah…"

I brace myself, half expecting him to pounce, but he doesn't move. The only change he makes is in his smile, which grows until his pearly teeth are beaming up at me. Fuck. Since when has Jumin been this handsome? I look away, wondering how much of my face is currently red.

"So, what?" I say with a pout. "Did you just ditch work to tease me this morning or something?"

I feel his hand skate down my thigh. "How'd you know?"

I practically jump out of my skin at the contact. The tickle of his touch automatically makes my blood pulse, but I wasn't expecting it, and yank away. "Jumin! What are you doing?!"

"Touching you. Teasing you." He props himself up, exposing his bare chest as the covers slide to his waist. His eyes rake over me like a hungry animal, and he moves his hand up to graze my cheek and jaw. "Kissing you…"

He leans in. I close my eyes just as I feel his lips connect with mine. His hand remains on my cheek as his mouth gently moves against me. This time, his tongue comes first. He pushes his way inside, smooth but greedy, and my surprised resistance begins to quickly fade away. I can feel the gentle guidance of his body trying to lay me back down on the bed. I oblige, the pulse of arousal already coming in hot to the pit of my waistline.

"Work?" I question weakly as my head hits the pillow.

His mouth moves from my panting lips to kiss along my jaw and up to my ear. "My only job today is to make you feel good."

I can't help the gasp that escapes me as his teeth bite at my earlobe. I want to ask him if he's serious. I want to ask him what in the world has come over him. But as he begins to kiss and suck his way down my neck, all questions leave my mind.

My hands find his hair and slide through the silky locks. His hands roam along my waist until they find the hem of my shirt and lift. Once up above my pecs, his head travels down. His hot breath comes out as a groan against my chest.

"Your body is perfect." I look down and see Jumin's tongue licking at my abs. His hands move to my nipples, his fingers lightly pinching and tugging. "Are these sensitive?"

I arch my back, hissing at the foreign sensation. "Yes," I choke out.

His tongue moves to one of my nipples, flicking back and forth. Then he sucks gently at it, which makes my cock twitch with jealousy.

"In a good way?" he asks.

I hesitate, unsure. I've never had someone play with my nipples like this. I kind of like it, but honestly I wish he would just come back up here and kiss me some more. "I don't know."

"Hmm," he hums against my abs. "Lower, then…"

He slides down the bed until he's parallel with my legs and my hands can barely reach his head. His hands caress my thighs up and down before his fingers hook into the waistband of my boxers and pull.

"W-wait!" I cry, stopping him from fully freeing me. "I haven't showered since yesterday morning…"

He pauses, and our eyes meet. His black hair a mess, face flushed as it rests inches from my crotch. There's no hiding how hard I am in these loose boxers, not with his face right there. His lids are half closed as he gazes at me with a serious expression. "Does it look like I care?"

I tremble as he keeps eye contact with me. His hands resume their efforts of pulling my boxers up over my erection and down. And this time, I let him. My hands shoot up to my face as I look away. Oh my God, this is so embarrassing. What are we even doing right now?! Isn't this moving too fast? But even as I think that logically we should slow down, I don't want to. I'm so hungry for him.

Seconds tick by, though, and he hasn't touched me again. I peek out through my fingers to see him sitting on his knees, staring at my cock and struggling to stifle a laugh. "W-what?" I ask. Shit. Does it look weird? Do I smell after all? My stomach twists with a sickly feeling.

"I apologize," he says. He clears his throat and smiles. "I wasn't expecting you to have white hair here, too."

If my face wasn't red before, it is now. "Of course I do!" I yell, propping myself up on my elbows. "It's my natural hair color!"

"I know," he says, running a light finger through it. "I was just surprised." He keeps trailing his fingers across my skin. Everywhere around my cock, but purposely avoiding it. "I have been envisioning so many things together… and yet I can't believe I didn't think of this detail."

I grip the sheets, swallowing hard. Envisioning so many things…? He just admitted he liked me yesterday, why is this moving so fast? But I think about my dream, and how just yesterday I jacked off in his bed to it. So can I blame him? It's been so long for me… and as far as I know, this is all new to him. It's no wonder we're both starving for connection.

Finally his hand makes contact with my length. His light fingertips dance up and down, making it twitch with need. My breathing peaks with urgency. This teasing is getting to be too much. His fingers move over the tip and rub gently around the head, making me gasp and grit my teeth.

"Ah…" I moan softly. "J-Jumin, I…" I want more.

Something in his eyes goes dark. His lips part and I watch his bare chest rise and fall with a slow, heavy breath. "Hearing you say my name with that expression…"

As his words trail off he lowers himself. My eyes go wide with shock and lust at the scene of his lips parting over the head of my cock. I groan as warmth and wetness surround me. He slides down another inch, then pulls back up. I watch with surreal fascination as Jumin licks his lips until they're visibly wet, all while staring at my eager dick.

He goes down again, this time taking slightly more of me in. I feel his tongue press against the underside and begin to caress me with firm pressure. I can't help the moan that pours out of me. His eyes dart up to look at me, and I think I see a smile hidden behind them. God… how can he look cute even like this? I reach out to stroke his raven hair, and his eyes close.

When they open again, a new determination seems to be set in them. He pops off my cock then lolls out his tongue. In huge sweeping motions to licks me from base to tip. One of his hands slides up my thigh to my stomach, while the other grips my length and moves it from side to side so that he can taste every part of it. And the way he's all over me… the way his eyes are penetrating into mine… I feel like there's more going on in his mind than just sex. I feel worshiped. And it makes me shudder.

Once I'm saturated, he wraps his long fingers fully around me and begins to move up and down. His mouth returns over the tip, and his tongue swirls around me as he takes me in deeper.

"Oooh, fuck," I groan, struggling to control my hips as they urge to thrust forward and deep into his throat.

I lean back and close my eyes. I try to focus and control myself. If I'm not careful, I'm going to cum in his mouth any second.

Hands still in his hair, they rise and fall as his head bobs up and down my length. The pressure builds inside me. Jumin sucks me harder and increases his pace, making it more and more difficult to hold back. I feel his hand leave my stomach, though only vaguely. But moments later, I feel it somewhere else.

"Ah!" I gasp, sitting back up. "Jumin! What are you doing?"

He pulls off my cock, panting. I see sweat glistening across his forehead. Saliva coats his chin. His normally smooth hair is sticking up in the front from my kneading it. Holy fuck, is this really the same Jumin?

"Making you feel good," he answers simply. "Here," he adds, sucking two of his fingers and pulling them out of his lips drenched. "This will help."

Then his wet fingers move back to where I felt them before. They don't push in, but I can feel the cool wetness press at my hole and massage the area. To my chagrin it feels good. But how could this possibly get more embarrassing?

"Jumin," I groan in protest.

"Zen," his firm tone snaps my attention to him. "I will not do anything I don't want to do. So just assume I am enjoying myself, and let me bring you pleasure."

Is he for real…? My mind whirls, but I stay silent.

He slides one finger inside, and I inhale sharply. It doesn't hurt, but I'm still scared. I've never been touched there before. I've never had anything inside of me. He tries to push in further, but I can feel how tight I am around him.

"Relax," he murmurs.

He begins to stroke my cock again, but slower this time. I feel sweet, soft, sucking kisses pepper my skin. Along my cock, my balls, my thighs, and everywhere in between. Without my conscious approval, my body responds to his affectionate actions, and relaxes. He immediately notices, and pushes in further. But I don't tense up as much this time. How can I, with his hands and mouth caressing me in all my most sensitive places with such loving tenderness?

His finger moves inside me. Curling and uncurling. Going deeper, then further out. It feels so weird. Not like when he was inside me in my dream. It's not bad it's just-

"Ahh!" I gasp. What was that? That felt way different.

"There?" He asks, completely unperturbed.

He curls his finger in the same spot again, and I lurch, my whole body reacting and honing in on the single spot inside me. My fists grip the sheets and my teeth clench as a strange pressure fills me.

"There," Jumin answers himself. "Good. Now, just relax."

"Relax?" I snap out through a pant. "How am I supposed to… relax…"

But as his hot mouth presses over my cock again and takes me in, I flop back to my pillow, staring at the ceiling. I am overcome with sensations. His mouth and tongue, hot and wet and bobbing up and down on my cock. His hand, stroking the rest of my shaft that he can't fit inside. And his finger… Curling and massaging that spot, again and again. Each time the weird feeling of pressure and pleasure surges stronger within me. Each press forces a gasping moan out of me. I can feel precum pouring out of me and into Jumin's mouth. Is he bothered? Ah… I don't think he is. I think he's enjoying this. I look down at him, trying to see if he's hard, but I can't tell at this angle. I want to touch him.

I settle for running my hands through his hair again, this time fisting my fingers through the strands and tugging at his roots. He moans on my cock, and the sound plus the vibrations make me almost cum instantly. This is too much. I can't take it anymore.

"Jumin," I pant out, "I'm going to… You should stop if you don't want…"

He moans around me again, and speeds up his movements for three, four strokes. Then his finger presses harder inside me as his mouth plunges down and takes me to the back of his throat. And I cum. Oh Lord, do I cum. An orgasm rips through me that feels like it takes over my entire body. Every muscle tenses as the pressure spills up and over and out of me in pulse after pulse of cum down the back of Jumin's throat.

My body finally unwinds, though it is not still. It shakes and shivers as I lay trying to catch my breath. Jumin pulls off of me, the stimulation of his movement making me jerk away from the sensitivity. And when I manage to turn my eyes to him, he's wiping the corner of his smirking mouth with his thumb.

"What… what the fuck was that?" I try to sound accusatory, but my voice is so breathy and weak, it just sounds pitiful.

"Fellatio. I believe it's commonly referred to as a blowjob."

I shoot him a glare. "Yeah, I know that. But like… Jumin. I thought you were a virgin. How did you…?"

He moves to lay beside me, his smug smile making something twist and flip in my gut. My eyes dart down, and I can clearly make out his hard bulge.

"Did you think I was going to come at you unprepared?" He runs his hand along my torso with a smile.

"I didn't know you were going to come at me at all," I say looking away. "I'm not saying I didn't enjoy that… But don't you think this is moving kind of fast?"

"But isn't this what you wanted?"

I hear genuine confusion in his voice, so I face him again. The smugness of his gaze has vanished, and I see hesitance in his eyes.

"What gave you that idea?" I laugh softly. "You mean because I said not to hold back?"

"Well… no." He looks away sheepishly, and the contradiction between his cockiness of moments ago is adorable. "I, um. Well I found your things under the bed… and they really only have one use, so I assumed…"

I bolt upright, but my body trembles and I slink back down. "You… you found those? When?!"

"Last night." He turns away. "When I went to grab your overnight bag. I noticed the corner of the… condom box… poking out."

"Oh, ah…" That was right before he kissed me. So at least it was after… after we said our feelings in the car.

I freeze. Wait. Did I say my feelings? I run back through our conversations from the last 24 hours. Jumin has confessed his feelings to me so beautifully so many times. But have I… said anything to him that's even close? But I already know the answer. Shit. And now he just initiated all this too, and I haven't even told him clearly that I like him. I'm being a real loser right now, aren't I?

"Were those not… for us to use together?" His expression looks strained, the pain in his eyes clear.

Guilt washes over me. Jumin has been making me feel so good, so fucking loved like I never have in my life, and here I am…

"Yes," I say quickly. "Those are for us to use together. I just… I'm just embarrassed," I admit. But I slide closer to him, and reach up to smooth out some of his wild bits of hair. "I want to do more with you, but it's been a long time. And I've never been with a man. It's a little intimidating." His gray eyes look black as his huge pupils stare at me with curious intensity. "But I like you, Jumin," I continue, making sure to hold eye contact. "Once upon a time, not that long ago, I wouldn't have believed I'd say these words. But this past week, I have seen another side of you. A warm, compassionate, romantic side of you that makes my heart race. And I want to experience everything… with you."

I stroke the side of his cheek, and he leans into my hand, his breath coming out in heavy rasps. His hand moves up to my face, and we mirror each other.

"Zen," he murmurs.

"Jumin," I say with a doting smile.

I close the rest of the short distance between us, and let my lips connect with his.