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Jeongguk sinks his teeth into the flesh of his arm in an attempt to muffle his broken moans. His fingers clench desperately at the sheets beneath him until his knuckles are as white as the fabric. Jimin is on top of him, sucking and nipping at Jeongguk's collar bone as two fingers stretch him and another hand strokes him, slow and languid. His hips are kept pinned down by his own will as requested by Jimin.
"You're doing so well, Kookie." Jimin coos, licking the shell of his ear making Jeongguk whine. Jimin stops moving inside him, stops stroking him and sits back on his heels as he keeps his fingers still. He smirks at the boy beneath him, clicking his tongue.
"Gotta be quiet, baby. Remember what happened last time when Yoongi heard you? He couldn't look at either of us for weeks." Jimin's eyes twinkle at the memory, laughing as he runs a hand over Jeongguk's chest. The younger bites his lip, unable to keep his hips from moving against Jimin's fingers, he needs some friction, any friction before he goes insane. Unfortunately, Jimin only stills Jeongguk's hips with a steady, surprisingly soft hand.
"Patience." He whispers against each butterfly kiss. The gesture makes Jeongguk lose his breath, it's so sweet and caring, so different from how Jimin usually is in bed and for some reason that turns him on more than Jimin ever has before.
"Please daddy." Jeongguk moans out, throwing his head back and shutting his eyes tightly, not even aware of the name he's let slip out. It's been a fantasy of Jeongguk's for ages, calling Jimin daddy, but his clear-thinking mind would never bring it up. His sex-laced mind, however, is a different story.
"Say that again." Jimin whispers, staring at Jeongguk with a hooded gaze. The younger opens his eyes, the initial shock setting in before he sees Jimin, his eyes full of lust, mouth parted slightly and an expression like he wants to fuck Jeongguk until he can't walk straight.
"Please..." He whimpers, the embarrassment heating his face, "please fuck me, daddy." He says, more confidence filling his voice. Jimin curses and begins to move again, adding a third finger. Jeongguk gasps, the sheets wrinkling around Jeongguk's clenched fists as he attempts to keep quiet.
"So tight baby." Jimin says quietly, working Jeongguk's hole open with a steady pace. His fingertips graze the younger's prostate, just barely, enough to hear Jeongguk whine and lose his own breath.
"Fuck right there, right there.." He pants and Jimin indulges, moving his fingers only slightly faster, grazing Jeongguk's prostate on every stroke.
"Daddy I'm ready, please." Jeongguk says, tears forming in the corner of his eyes from the over stimulation that somehow still isn't enough. Jimin pulls his fingers out, leaning over to capture Jeongguk's lips in a searing kiss as he lines himself against Jeongguk. He thrusts in slowly, tangling his fingers with the younger as Jeongguk squeezes his hand, getting through the uncomfortable push together. It's when Jimin is buried to the hilt that they both remember to breathe and Jimin presses small kisses all over Jeongguk's face, calming the younger before he moves.
When Jeongguk is ready, he breathes out slowly and wiggles his own hips in an attempt to spare what's left of his pride while signaling Jimin to move.
Jimin pulls out and pushes in slowly, dragging a frustrated groan out of Jeongguk. Jimin smirks, dragging his thrusts out longer if only to tease Jeongguk.
Jeongguk aches, the shallow thrusts nowhere near enough and Jeongguk is still squeezing both of Jimin's hands between fingers as he bites his lip, his eyes slipping closed.
Jimin tuts softly, thrusting into Jeongguk hard enough that it makes the younger's eyes shoot open, a loud moan dripping from his lips.
"Look at me." Is all Jimin says, locking eyes with Jeongguk as he resumes the slow pace of fucking so carefully into him and the younger does keep his eyes open, trained on Jimin, searching and taking in his features, mapping the flustered blissed-out look on his face while trying to keep coherent.
Before long Jeongguk grows impatient, untangling his hands with a groan and pulling Jimin down to kiss and nip at his jawline, following down to his neck and sucking marks into the flesh. Jimin moans, burying his face into Jeongguk's shoulder, snapping his hips with every lick Jeongguk gives to his marks.
"Please..." Jimin hears him breathe out, voice breathless and needy.
"Please what, Kookie?" Jimin knows. Knows what Jeongguk wants, needs, because he knows Jeongguk's body more than any Jeongguk himself, knows that when his breath speeds up, when his muscles tighten and a flush runs up his chest that he's desperately close. But, Jimin decides he likes hearing Jeongguk beg.
"Please...please fuck me."
"What's my name?" Jimin asks, testing the limits like one dips their hand in a pool, testing to see how far Jeongguk will go before it's enough.
"Daddy fuck, Daddy please fuck me, please I need you." Jungkook says breathless, writhing beneath Jimin with a twisted look of need on his face. So Jimin breaks.
His hips thrust into the younger ruthlessly, making him moan louder than they agreed was okay. They don't care anymore, if the others hear, because it's their one day off and it's been over two weeks since they've touched each other.
Jimin misses Jeongguk's touch, the feel of his fingers digging into his arms, his lips trailing across his face and neck. He misses kissing Jeongguk's soft lips, warm and pliant just for him. The sound of his voice when he's whispering into Jimin's ear, his hot breath on his neck because ever since they've started promotions Jimin has been cold. His bones feel frozen and his blood runs like ice water when he can't touch Jeongguk, like a part of him isn't even alive anymore. Jeongguk is that part of him. The part that makes him feel whole and complete; warm.
Jeongguk misses Jimin too, though he'd never say it out loud for anyone to hear. He misses Jimin's strong hands on him, powerful but gentle, even when they're like this. He misses Jimin's beautiful words late at night when they've both worked too hard and Jeongguk's muscles ache and he thinks he's not good enough but there's Jimin, holding him around the waist and pressing themselves together as if they could melt into one being. Jimin never stops praising Jeongguk and maybe it's selfish to want to hear it as often as he does but it never sounds right unless it comes from Jimin.
Jeongguk misses Jimin inside of him, their hands tangled together and Jimin kissing Jeongguk's every surface like he's the most precious thing Jimin has ever touched. He likes Jimin holding him the most because Jeongguk always burns hot like his body temperature is angry at him, like his blood is boiling and his heart is made of fire.
People always made fun of Jeongguk for it, saying his body is as temperamental as he is or that he's as warm as his intentions. Jeongguk never cared for any of it, all he knew was Jimin was opposite of him and he loved it, loved the chilled feeling of Jimin pressed against him, cooling him down like snow. He loved the tips of Jimin's cold fingers drawing invisible patterns on his skin and missed Jimin's cool lips tracing his body.
He misses Jimin as much, if not more, than Jimin missed him and now that they could finally take their time, it didn't matter who heard them.
"Fuck, Jeongguk, so tight..." Jimin moans, catching Jeongguk's lips in a messy kiss before he can answer. Jeongguk nips at Jimin's bottom lip, pulling back to arch up against him.
"Harder, daddy fuck, fuck me harder." He whines and Jimin gives no hesitation, groaning as he pushes Jeongguk's thighs up, one leg resting on his shoulder and slams into Jeongguk.
The younger keens, hooking his arms around Jimin's neck to pant into his shoulder, moaning a mixture of "daddy" and Jimin's name because it's the only thing he knows at this point. Jimin rubs right against Jeongguk's sweet spot, stopping to grind on it and Jeongguk bites into Jimin's shoulder, seeing stars as he comes.
"God, Jungkook, gonna come." Jimin pants, thrusts losing its rhythm.
"Come for me daddy, please?" Jeongguk says, breathlessly kissing the bite mark he's left.
And Jimin cums, riding out his orgasm between broken moans and Jeongguk's name on his tongue. He pulls out carefully, falling to the side as they both attempt to catch their breath. Jeongguk gets up first, dipping a towel into a glass of water that had been sitting on his dresser. He wipes his face first, trailing down his neck and across his shoulders before cleaning the mess they'd left on himself. Jimin smirks at the hickeys already blooming on Jeongguk's body, marking him as his own.
The younger makes a face as he discards the filthy towel before wetting another and climbing on the bed to wipe Jimin's face and chest. Jimin smiles, a faint blush spreading everywhere Jeongguk cleans and he can't help staring at the boy above him.
His hair clings to his face from the sweat, his cheeks are still red as well as his lips, kiss swollen and Jimin has to fight the urge to kiss him again. Instead Jeongguk sighs as he tosses the towel in the laundry basket, looking around the room with a disappointed face.
"My room is a mess because of you. Namjoon won't be happy." Jimin laughs, burrowing himself in Jeongguk's bedsheets and motioning for the younger to join him. Jeongguk does because to his dismay he finds his body heating up faster than usual and he aches to be near Jimin again.
Jimin wraps an arm around Jeongguk's waist, pulling the boy closer to feel his warmth and Jeongguk sighs into Jimin's cool body, bringing a hand up to rest on his chest and closing his eyes. A pleased smile appears on his face. Jimin nudges him with his nose.
"Missed you." He says.
"Mmm." And because Jeongguk isn't good with words, he kisses Jimin, slow and soft and buries his face into his chest.
"Love you." He murmurs, hoping Jimin is already asleep or maybe his voice was too low for him to hear.
"I love you too Jeongguk."