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For his 27th birthday, Jeongguk receives a privacy screen for his phone. More for everyone else’s sake than his own, at the end of the day. 

They say the initial honeymoon phase wears off after a few months, but Jeongguk has been dating Jimin for almost three years now and they’re just as insufferable as they were at the start. 

It’s not just the constant heart eyes the couple makes at each other, Jeongguk’s insistence to never be more than an arm’s length away from Jimin, or the arsenal of pet names they use. 

No, it’s the fact that their small group of friends have all accidentally seen or even heard more than they’d ever want to of the couple. 

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Namjoon’s last straw is sitting next to Jeongguk at dinner, glancing over just as he’s tapping on an incoming text from Jimin. Later he won’t remember what it said, or if he’d even been able to read it at all. The photo the message is attached to is what makes him drop his metal chopsticks with a jarring clang on the table. 

Startled, Jeongguk pauses where he’s zooming in on the enlarged photo, having the audacity to look over at Namjoon as if he were the one acting strangely. 

“Hyung?” he questions, eyebrow cocked and still not possessing enough self-awareness to at least lock his phone. The screen stays brightly lit instead, perfectly centered on an image of Jimin’s bare ass reflecting in the bathroom mirror behind him. 

Not too scandalous considering everything else the couple has put them through. But just before Jeongguk zoomed in Namjoon had caught a glimpse of the true subject of the photo. 

Jimin, as pretty and alluring as always, smirking at the camera. Or, as much as one can smirk with their lips wrapped obscenely around the shaft of an incredibly realistic dildo. 

“You’ve got to be kidding me. We’re in public, Jeongguk-ah!” 

Namjoon’s accusation has Jeongguk quickly looking around as if he’s just been made aware of the fact. His confused expression turns to one of realization a second or two later and he looks down at his phone dumbly. The phone that is still open and zoomed in on Jimin’s ass cheeks. 

Seokjin snorts a laugh at them from across the table. “Do I even want to know?” 

“It’s just a selfie–” Jeongguk starts to defend himself, but is almost immediately cut off by Namjoon. 

“With that…present!” He turns his attention to Seokjin then with a pointed glance. “You know…” 

He doesn’t have to elaborate. 

Jimin had been more than happy to gush to the rest of them over how sweet Jeongguk’s gift to him was last Christmas. How thoughtful and unique and perfect, just like his dear Tokki.  

The fact that said gift happened to be a hyper realistic dildo molded after Jeongguk’s own dick — every ridge and vein immortalized in carefully color-matched silicone — hadn’t been enough for Jimin to consider that the knowledge of its existence was perhaps better kept between him and Jeongguk. 

Not shared over barbecue before a second round of soju could even be poured. And definitely not in as much detail, Jimin looking up at Jeongguk fondly while the younger tried to bite back his gleeful, self-satisfied smile. 

Jimin and Jeongguk had endured a grueling hangover together the next day. The result of Seokjin imposing a rule that required them to drink each time they so much as alluded to Jeongguk’s not-so-little Christmas present. The rule was meant to be a deterrent, but had trouble combating Jimin’s ability to put back more liquor than someone thrice his size and Jeongguk’s innate talent for getting under his hyungs’ skin. 

Hoseok and Taehyung had needed to drive them home later that night after the group deposited the still-giggling couple into the backseat. 

At least the gift exchange itself was kept private, and the rest of them weren’t subjected to watching in horror as Jimin unwrapped a clone of his boyfriend’s dick. Namjoon had later overheard Taehyung and Jimin whispering through giggles about some ‘dick in a box’ idea…he wasn’t interested in finding out what that could entail. 

They’ve all seen that damn plastic phallus at some point over the last half year. Jimin has a habit of forgetting to put it away, leaving it stuck to the shower wall or a mirror, tossed haphazardly on the bed. Even once welcoming Hoseok and Yoongi over and leading them to the living room, only for his favorite dildo to be stuck upright on the clear glass surface of the coffee table. Yoongi refused to even set his feet on the table until he saw Jimin disinfect the entire thing. 

Namjoon has a suspicion that there’s more to it than pure forgetfulness. Jeongguk isn’t as shy as he was a few years ago, but his version of TMI veers towards accidental while Jimin’s is more bragging and calculated, even pushing further to make Jeongguk squirm. He doubts this is the first dildo Jimin has ever owned — there’s enough paraphernalia around their apartment to render that unlikely. But the ‘accidental’ sex toy sightings have noticeably increased since last Christmas. 

Jimin and Jeongguk used to be so cute when they first got together. Two lovesick, adorable puppies who couldn’t get enough of each other. It was sweet. But now the thought of Jimin showing off Jeongguk’s cock — like he’s bragging — makes Namjoon’s stomach churn. 

Thankfully, the dildo usually only appears in the background of some photos the couple sends in their group chat, or sitting out in the bathroom when one of them visits. And up until now, no one had actually seen it in use in any way. 

So, Jeongguk receives a privacy screen for his birthday. Maybe Namjoon buys it to help preserve the last shred of innocence he associates with Jeongguk — the shy boy with big, wide eyes that Yoongi had introduced him to so long ago. And Jimin, as much as he loves him, is far past saving in that regard.

Namjoon insists on supervising as Jeongguk carefully lines up the edges and smooths out any air bubbles while installing the screen. 

“You’re punishing me on my birthday, of all days. For simply talking to my boyfriend. How’s that fair?”

“If you had any sense you’d have figured out how to be more discreet by now. Or just learned not to open Jimin’s messages in public.” 

Jeongguk grumbles at that. It’s cute, the way his lips jut out into a pout when he’s being teased. Namjoon briefly forgets that the catalyst to this moment was him seeing what Jimin blowing Jeongguk might look like. 

To his relief, the privacy screen works. 

He can only begin to imagine what Jeongguk is staring at so intently on his phone some days, but thankfully now he doesn’t have to risk accidentally seeing it for himself. 

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As their oldest hyung, Jimin and Jeongguk seem to take what Seokjin says more seriously than they do their other friends. Or they pretend to. Seokjin isn’t quite sure. 

He’s going over to their place so Jeongguk can show him a few mods he downloaded for a new game he and Seokjin have been playing together. Jeongguk’s gaming computer is set up in a small spare bedroom they also use for storing out-of-season clothing and bulk-size packs of paper towel. It’s a neutral zone. Safe. No risk of tripping over a stray riding crop or a butt plug. 

Seokjin was adamant that they check for anything they’ve left out in the open. Then check again. After almost sitting in a forgotten smear of peach-scented lube that one time, he’s always on high alert in Jimin and Jeongguk’s home. 

It’s a nice day for early October — sunny but still with enough bite in the cold air to require a jacket. Seokjin is less irritated waiting outside the tall apartment building than he would be in rain or snow, he supposes. 

He presses the button next to the unit’s number again. Jeongguk knew what time he said he’d be over — had confirmed it twice. After another minute Seokjin holds down the button, familiar with the grating, continuous noise it will make on Jeongguk’s end, until the lock of the exterior doors click and he can pull one open. 

A short elevator ride later and he’s knocking at the door. He had their keycode at some point but doesn’t bother searching for where he might’ve stored it in his phone. Jimin and Jeongguk’s personal residence is probably one of the last places he wants to walk into unannounced. 

He isn’t kept waiting for long.

“Hyung, hi!” 

Jimin opens the door wider and steps out of the way to leave room for Seokjin. He must see the mild surprise and confusion in his expression. 

“Jeonggukkie’s finishing up in the shower,” he hurries to explain a little breathlessly, brushing his messy hair off his forehead. 

Seokjin rolls his eyes and steps over the threshold. With a dramatic sigh, he starts toeing off his shoes after Jimin pushes the door shut. “Told him I’d be here by two.” Grumbling, he looks down at his watch. 2:09pm. 

“Sorry, hyung. Do you want something to drink? He’ll be out in a few minutes.” Jimin is already turned away and quickly walking toward the kitchen, not waiting for an answer. He opens the fridge to peer inside for options and relays them back to Seokjin over his shoulder. “We have beer, Coke, some banana milk–” 

“Water’s fine.” 

Jimin hums in acknowledgement and tosses him a bottle from the door of the fridge once he enters the kitchen. When they’re facing each other again, Seokjin can’t help but notice that Jimin is a little…off. 

His dyed-pink hair is still messy, his cheeks slightly flushed. Seokjin watches him subtly pull at and adjust his clothes while he tips the water bottle back. Clothes that Jimin is wearing fewer of than usual, only dressed in a pair of old sweatpants that he’s busy tying and a t-shirt. Jimin is always cold — it’s a well-known fact. Hard to forget when he’s constantly shoving his hands inside Jeongguk’s shirt, or pants, to warm them, or complaining to his boyfriend in that specifically whiny tone the younger melts for that he’s cold and needs his personal space heater . Aka — Jeongguk and the absurd amount of body heat he radiates, akin to a walking furnace. 

“Were you working out?”

“...What?”

“Working out,” Seokjin repeats, and gestures toward Jimin. Now that he’s really looking, Jimin’s skin does have a light sheen to it, like he’d been on the verge of breaking a sweat. “You’re always in one of that brat’s sweatshirts or wrapped in a blanket, or both.”

“Oh, I was just getting kind of hot...” 

“It’s October.”

“Uhh…maybe I’m coming down with something then?” 

Seokjin just gives him a questioning look and shrugs. “Maybe. But don’t get me sick, I have a presentation at work next week that I can’t miss.” 

Jimin responds with a small nod and in the quiet that follows the shower squeaks to a halt. Seokjin takes that as his cue to make his way to the spare bedroom. 

“Jeongguk! Hurry up,” he calls out as he passes the bathroom and bangs on the door, but doesn’t pause long enough to make out Jeongguk’s muffled response through the barrier. 

There’s a discarded sweatshirt on the desk chair’s seat that he tosses in the direction of a basket in the corner. Sitting down, Seokjin makes himself comfortable, leaning back in Jeongguk’s ridiculously comfortable but over the top gaming chair. It’s made of smooth, black leather that had thankfully appeared clean and free of any mysterious, peach-scented stains. 

There’s music playing from the computer speakers, something bright and upbeat Jeongguk must've put on. When Seokjin takes a few moments to survey the room the coast seems clear this time. No bundles of nylon rope, no scraps of hastily torn open lube packets, and absolutely no phallic replicas in sight. 

Maybe he should cut them some slack. He’s in their home after all, and it’s not like they go too much out of their way to involve others in their debauchery — most of the time. It’s more that they’re so caught up in each other they forget to pay attention to the world around them. Each taking up space as the main character in each other’s story. 

A new song starts up in the background, pulling Seokjin from his thoughts. It’s one that Jeongguk had fixated on for a short time recently, constantly queuing it if he wasn’t already singing or humming the tune. Just the first few seconds feel torturous after hearing it so many times. 

Seokjin jiggles the mouse to disrupt the abstract flow of the screensaver on Jeongguk’s desktop. No password, but that’s not surprising considering he and Jimin are far beyond keeping secrets from the other.

“Aishh…really?” 

The widescreen display is an overstimulating mess of windows open and layered over one another. Editing programs, calendars, email. And of course Jeongguk doesn’t pin any of the programs to be able to see what’s even open.

The sound of the bathroom door is soon followed by steps into the spare bedroom.

“Yah! Took you long enough.”

“Sorry, hyung. I lost track of time,” Jeongguk offers, looking sheepish and somewhat apologetic from where he stands in the doorway. Not an expression of his that’s often trained on Seokjin. So much of their conversation is based on banter and lovingly poking each other’s buttons.

Seokjin waves a hand his way, the careless motion implying his indifference. “Whatever. Help me find where your music’s coming from. I hate this song.” 

“I love this song,” Jeongguk defends with a frown as he moves closer to the computer. 

“I’m aware.” Seokjin hovers his mouse over the bottom of the screen to pull up the start menu and clicks on a green icon. “Is it Spotify?” 

Where he expects to see that specific album cover art that fills him with dread, is a plain square with simple text — an audiobook that loses his interest about two words into the title. It’s paused and that wretched song still plays in the background.

“No, uh…let me–” Jeongguk reaches for the mouse but isn’t fast enough to stop Seokjin from clicking on the web browser next. 

He’s expecting YouTube, maybe a pop playlist or music videos queued up. One of the dozen or so tabs does have a speaker symbol at the top to identify it as the source of the noise. But it’s not the tab currently open in fullscreen 4K for Seokjin’s viewing displeasure. 

Dildos. 

And so many of them, in all different colors and inhuman shapes and sizes. It takes Seokjin half a second longer to realize what he might be looking at. 

He jerks back from the desk like he’s been burned. 

“What the fuck–” 

“Sorry I– I’ll–” Jeongguk takes hold of the abandoned mouse and in rushed, jerking movements the cursor navigates to the tab with the speaker icon. There’s so many open that there’s no room for the title of the page, barely enough for a logo to fit. In his haste Jeongguk misses the intended tab by a millimeter and opens the one next to it by accident. 

The assortment of dildos is replaced by only one now, the image blown up to stretch the length of the screen and show off every detail of its strange design in ultra HD. 

Seokjin stares at it in shock as Jeongguk fumbles to click off of the page. He ends up closing out the tab that’s playing music, which was the least of Seokjin’s worries by now. Jeongguk makes the smart decision to just close the window entirely and Seokjin wishes he would have just thought to turn down the speakers instead. The cursor transforms from the shape of an arrow to a slowly spinning wheel and freezes in place. 

“Shit, noooo–” Jeongguk whines. 

His obvious distress distracts Seokjin from the green and black monstrosity on the screen. He can’t see more than the side of Jeongguk’s face, but he’s red , the deep flush extending to the tips of his ears and around his neck. He’s never appeared so embarrassed by this kind of thing before, even when he’s had to shush Jimin and hold his hand over his mouth in order to prevent him from sharing even more sensitive information. It’s a stark difference to Jimin’s calm demeanor entering the room. 

Both of their heads whip around when Jimin snorts, laughing at the frozen screen of the computer. He pouts seeing that spinning wheel of death by the cursor and glances at his boyfriend, then at Seokjin. With dramatic flair he holds the power button on the computer tower until the screen goes black as it’s forced to shut down. 

“I don’t think you were supposed to see that,” he says with a cutely scrunched nose, breaking the silence. 

“No shit.” 

They’d been looking at a dildo, that’s for sure. But not like any Seokjin’s ever seen before. Sometimes they come in different colors but they all share the same general shape, and if detailed lean toward realistic. The ones pulled up on Jeongguk’s computer were definitely detailed but far from resembling any cock he’d ever seen. 

“What the hell was that supposed to be?” he asks. There’s part of him that’s morbidly curious, after all. But he doubts he’ll enjoy the answer. 

It comes not from Jimin but from Seokjin’s other side — Jeongguk — mumbling quietly.

“...Um, a dragon...”

“A dragon,” Seokjin repeats in monotone. 

“Dildo,” Jimin adds cheerfully. He’s enjoying this. “A dragon dildo. In emerald green and onyx, with a manually inflatable knot, and a set of–” 

“Jimin!” 

“What?” The look Jimin gives Jeongguk feigns innocence. Something they all know he’s incredibly lacking in. 

“A knot?” Seokjin questions, racking his brain for what the hell that even means. Jeongguk whines next to him at the mention of it. 

“Yeah, a knot and a set of eggs.” 

Jimin says it so casually, like he’s reading off the items on a grocery list. Eggs.

“Actually, I don’t want to know,” Seokjin decides. Jeongguk won’t meet his gaze so he turns to Jimin, who’s starting the computer up again, and fixes him with a judgmental look. “A spare copy of his dick isn’t enough? You’re into some weird shit.” 

Eyebrows knitted in confusion, Jimin retorts, “Me? I mean generally, yeah…but I’m not really interested in sitting on dragon cock.” He softens when he says to Jeongguk, “No offense, Tokki.” 

“Wait–” 

If Jeongguk was turning red before, he looks like he’s about to catch on fire now. Big eyes open impossibly wide, he looks like he wants to say something but the words keep getting choked up on their way out of his mouth. 

“Was that for you, Jeongguk-ah?”

Jeongguk ducks his head and his hands subconsciously fly up to his ears. The worried tone from before and rush to click out of the tab suddenly make more sense. 

“Jinnie–hyung, don’t kinkshame him.” 

“I– I thought he was the one that fucked you?”

“Oh, he does,” Jimin assures. “And well. But that doesn’t mean he can’t take it up the ass sometimes too.” 

Seokjin is left speechless by the crude way Jimin phrases it. The other narrows his eyes at him. 

“You assumed I only bottomed, didn’t you?” 

“No.” 

Yes. 

Jimin rolls his eyes. “Don’t underestimate Tokki. He’s pretty good at everything he does.” Jeongguk looks up to make eye contact with his boyfriend and the two giggle. Jimin’s tone lowers to a drawl when he adds, “A little too good…he gets so excited being put to work.”

Seokjin cringes. “Can’t this wait?”

Jimin looks Jeongguk up and down. “Sure. What’s another few hours?” His gaze is locked on Jeongguk and it’s clear who the message is really for. Then he backs away toward the door. 

He doesn’t make it far. Just as the computer’s home screen finishes loading they hear Jimin’s tenor echoing down the hall. 

“‘Gguk, if you left the shower set to cold I’m not touching you for a week–” 

“–So the mods!” Jeongguk’s voice cracks. 

Seokjin doesn’t want to think about the implications of Jimin’s comment — the fact that Jeongguk was taking a cold shower in the middle of the day, that Jimin had looked so disheveled when he let Seokjin inside, that apparently Jimin has kept Jeongguk waiting for something today. 

“Yeah,” he agrees, watching a very focused Jeongguk open the game and log in. “The mods you downloaded...” 

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The addition of a privacy screen to Jimin’s phone wasn’t something that was announced. Its necessity not used as a way to tease like they did the youngest of them, then jokingly coo at his blushing while he grumbled about being babied. 

No, Jimin bought his own privacy screen shortly after seeing the one that Namjoon had gifted Jeongguk. But he thankfully was already much more conscious of his surroundings whenever he exchanged photos with his boyfriend. He even had previews turned off on his lockscreen after multiple complaints regarding the frequent barrage of unhinged, horny texts he receives from Jeongguk.

The added privacy on Jimin’s phone should mean a lower chance of being scolded for subjecting his friends to his sex life. In the end, it only emboldens him. Jimin has much better self control in the company of others than his boyfriend does. But he uses it like a weapon, expertly poking Jeongguk’s horny buttons and making it everyone else’s problem. 

Of their friends, Hoseok actually finds Jimin and Jeongguk pretty cute together, less annoyed and more endeared by their sickeningly sweet — and borderline inappropriate — behavior. When Namjoon grimaces and Seokjin cringes, Hoseok shares a smirk with Taehyung. Yoongi usually just appears amused, if not indifferent. 

As for the unsolicited knowledge Hoseok bears of Jimin’s sex life, at least it doesn’t come as too much of a surprise. Hoseok had known Jimin for years, meeting him and Taehyung in college as roommates and continuing to live together until Jimin moved in with Jeongguk. Jimin’s second-oldest friend after Taehyung. To say he’s familiar with Jimin’s dirty mind is a gross understatement. 

Jimin tries to spare him from the worst of it — those sorts of details are usually only reserved for Taehyung. But he can laugh with Hoseok about the crack in the wall caused by their wrought-iron bed frame, or the time the lock jammed on a cheap pair of fuzzy handcuffs. Jimin had been naked and shackled to the bed for an hour while Jeongguk anxiously searched the internet for solutions. In the end he’d resorted to calling Yoongi, and had carefully worked the lock open with a pair of needle-nose pliers and a small screwdriver while Yoongi gave directions over speakerphone.

What Jimin doesn’t share with Hoseok is how cutely Jeongguk moans when Jimin puts a finger inside him during missionary, or that Jeongguk doesn’t seem to mind the taste of his own cum while Jimin couldn’t stand it at all, so he’s always careful not to aim too close to Jimin’s mouth. 

Those are things only he and Jeongguk know. And possibly Taehyung, if his best friend keeps enough soju pouring.

Hoseok sometimes directs a half-judgmental glance Jimin’s way when he’s zeroed in on his phone for too long. It’s an obvious tell of Jimin’s but at least Hoseok can’t see what’s so scandalously gracing the screen. Jimin reminds himself not to be offended when Hoseok had dealt with a year of poor attempts to keep the sound of his and Jeongguk’s loud fucking to a minimum. 

He’s earned the right to cast judgement when he notices that Jimin has been furiously tapping his screen on and off for the past five minutes instead of paying attention to the kdrama that he had suggested. 

Jimin happens to be much more interested in the small screen in his hands. Jeongguk’s thread is open, and three dots pulsate in the spot where an incoming message from his boyfriend will be. 

From My Koo-Koo 💘 ~

2:31pm: I have a surprise…

You ~

2:32pm: Yeah? 

From My Koo-Koo 💘 ~

2:32pm: :)

2:33pm: wanna see?

You ~

2:33pm: Is that even a question? 

2:34pm: Show me, Bun.

The dots disappear for a few seconds, then return, and are gone again a moment later. Jeongguk must be busy taking photos. He’s not one to overthink his texts, especially with Jimin. But he’ll spend ages trying to capture the perfect angle, whether it’s a simple selfie or an artfully posed nude. 

Jimin hopes it’s the latter. Jeongguk’s work as a photographer and his perfectionist nature always produce gorgeous photos. Made even more breathtaking when he’s his own subject. 

No new message. The animated typing indicator continues to pulse and disappear. 

Hoseok gasps beside him. Looking up, Jimin sees the main leads of the kdrama leaning in for a kiss in slow motion. The same shot repeats with several different angles, stopping when the actors’ lips are just barely brushing. 

It’s so over the top for what proves to be — in Jimin’s opinion — a disappointingly chaste kiss. All that build up for what could be better compared to two dolls’ faces being smashed together. 

He remembers when Jeongguk had kissed him like that. It was their first one, the younger visibly nervous that he’d misinterpreted what led them there, braced for the moment Jimin might pull away. Their lips met, Jeongguk’s barely puckered against his own, the hesitant touch gone in a second. 

Jimin hadn’t been able to let him get away with that. 

If you’re going to kiss me, kiss me properly. Don’t hold back.

He’d followed Jeongguk’s retreat and brought him closer with a hand at the back of his head. The surprised sound he’d made as their lips slotted together is one that made Jimin feel butterflies. Jeongguk had giggled sweetly before the sound was smothered by Jimin’s lips on his again, which he’d eagerly devoured. 

Happy to fulfill Jimin’s request, Jeongguk didn’t hold back after that. 

Jimin’s phone vibrates. 

From My Koo-Koo 💘 ~

2:46pm: shipping was fast 

2:47pm: *new photo message received*

Jimin almost drops his phone. Next to him, Hoseok is leant forward with his elbows on his knees and face in his hands, totally engrossed in the romance playing out on the flatscreen, and paying zero attention fo his friend beside him. 

Jeongguk doesn’t have a body that one simply gets used to seeing. Still, Jimin thought he was somewhat prepared for what his boyfriend might send. 

It’s the fantasy dildo Jeongguk had shyly brought up a few weeks before. They’d browsed a site Jeongguk pulled up, which lead to some playful teasing from Jimin, and eventually Jeongguk perched on his lap fully hard with the taste of cum on his breath. Jimin was just about to let him come too after edging for far too long when the sound of the doorbell buzzing jarred them back to reality, and he’d sent a pouting Jeongguk off to take a cold shower. 

Now instead of seeing it on Jeongguk’s computer in the presence of one of their horrified hyungs, it’s gracing the screen of Jimin’s phone. Suctioned to the floor of their bedroom and perfectly centered in frame. 

In the foreground, a wide, black silicone base slowly fades into an iridescent green shaft. There’s a bulge near the base that only adds to the already impressive girth of the dildo. Jeongguk sits on his knees behind it, thighs spread, his body leant toward the camera lens with his hands braced on the floor on either side of the toy. That bulge — the knot — looks as wide as his forearm. 

From My Koo-Koo 💘 ~

2:47pm: minniiieeeeeee

2:48pm: it’s so big…

You ~

2:48pm: Think you can take it?

From My Koo-Koo 💘 ~

2:49pm: maybe not all of it right now :/ 

2:49pm: but I want to 

2:49pm: *new photo message received*

A second photo comes in. 

It’s so much worse (better). 

The few clothes Jeongguk was wearing before are now stripped away to leave him bare. He’s lying back on the bed with his torso in frame, the dragon dildo positioned on its side next to Jeongguk’s hard cock. The tip extends all the way past his navel. 

From My Koo-Koo 💘 ~

2:50pm: look how deep it’ll be once I can fit it all inside…

Jimin’s thumbs hover frozen in place over his phone. The dildo isn’t only large in circumference, but exceptionally long too, and seeing it laid over Jeongguk’s abdomen has desire flaring hot in Jimin’s gut. 

Jeongguk has wanted a dildo like this one for a while. Jimin assumed that he might start with a smaller option since he doesn’t bottom as often, but he said that the size was as much a part of the fantasy as the animalistic shape and other special features. 

It’s not something that Jimin is particularly into, but he likes how much Jeongguk is, and that’s enough. 

And Jeongguk is right — the size of that thing compared to the narrow dip of his waist has Jimin thinking about how much space it’ll take up inside him, how full Jeongguk will be. For all those big muscles he turns boneless incredibly fast when he bottoms — a mess of whines and moans and babbling when he’s speared open on Jimin’s cock. 

It’s frying Jimin’s brain to try and think of what Jeongguk will be like taking something like this instead.

You ~

2:53pm: Fuck

2:53pm: You sure you can make it fit? I bet you’ll be able to see it from the outside.

2:54pm: Gonna look so good with that big cock bulging out of your pretty belly. 

From My Koo-Koo 💘 ~

2:55pm: fuck hyung you can’t just say that

2:56pm: when will you be home??

As much as Jimin loves Hoseok, the only place he wants to be right now is in bed with Jeongguk. He hasn’t been paying enough attention to the kdrama playing to even know where they’re at in the plot. 

And Jeongguk is calling him hyung.  

You ~

2:57pm: How long can you wait?

From My Koo-Koo 💘 ~

2:57pm: hyunnnngggggg

You ~

2:58pm: That desperate?

From My Koo-Koo 💘 ~

2:58pm: yeah :( 

You ~

2:58pm: Show me, then. Wanna see how bad you need me. 

Jimin jumps when Hoseok moves suddenly beside him. He stands up and twists around to face Jimin, the ending credits of the episode playing behind him, and stretches. 

“You want something to drink?” 

“Sure. Whatever you’re getting.” 

“‘Kay.”

He heads to the kitchen and Jimin turns his attention back to his phone. Only a few seconds pass before Jeongguk sends another photo — he must be even more needy than Jimin realized.

It’s taken from the side, phone most likely leaning against a pillow so he has full use of both his hands. One is paused mid-stroke on his shaft, while the other holds the dildo up to his mouth where a pretty pink tongue licks the tip. Jeongguk has his face angled toward the camera to stare directly into the lens and his back arches away from the bed.

Fuck. 

Maybe he hasn’t given Jeongguk enough credit for how well he can play him.

You ~

3:03pm: You’re trying to kill me.

3:03pm: So fucking hot, Bun. 

3:04pm: After I’m done fucking you I’m framing this. 

From My Koo-Koo 💘 ~

3:04pm: does that mean you’re coming home??

Hoseok shouts something from the kitchen, probably asking if Jimin is fine with whatever he’s retrieved for them in the fridge. Jimin isn’t really listening but he answers with an affirmative grunt. He only hears the sound of drawers opening and closing after that. 

You ~

3:04pm: One more episode. Then I promise I’m leaving.

3:05pm: Be good and get yourself ready for me. ❤️ 

3:05pm: Won’t be able to stop thinking about that photo until I’m inside you. 

3:05pm: You’re a demon.

From My Koo-Koo 💘 ~

3:06pm: that desperate?

3:06pm: wanna see. please

Jimin adjusts the crotch of his jeans. He’s half-hard and fighting the urge to go in the bathroom and take a photo for Jeongguk — it’s obvious that’s what the younger is wanting. But he knows doing so it’ll be too tempting to just keep going and rub one out, and that’s not exactly something he wants to do with his friend waiting in the next room. 

Jeongguk loves feeling wanted, loves seeing the proof of that from Jimin. And he adores being shown off like a prize. Jimin can give him that much to tide him over for the next hour. 

You ~

3:06pm: Gonna make you my lockscreen, Bun. So everyone knows what I get to come home to.

If he could see Jeongguk now he knows he’d be blushing. With the privacy screen on top there’s a pretty low chance anyone other than Jimin would even see, but the mere idea of it, the scandalous tease of being exposed , is something Jeongguk is especially vulnerable to. 

Jimin opens the last photo Jeongguk sent him and selects the option to use it as his lockscreen, adjusting it so his gorgeous face is just within frame, those big eyes so wet with want staring back at him. He doesn’t check for a reply and instead screenshots the new lockscreen to send back.

Jimin quickly presses the share icon on the screenshot so he can send it to Jeongguk before Hoseok realizes what he’s doing. Jeongguk’s face pops up as the first messaging option but in the time it takes for Jimin’s thumb to meet the touchscreen it’s replaced by a suggestion to Airdrop to his nearby contacts. 

He accidentally selects that option instead. And the contact that’s in closest proximity to Jimin just happens to be Hoseok. 

It sends too fast for Jimin to even try and cancel it. 

“Hyung! Don’t–” 

Jimin leaps from the couch in hopes that he can catch Hoseok’s attention before he sees it. He doesn’t care that he’ll have to explain why he needs to personally delete the photo from his friend’s phone. Honestly, Hoseok might even find it funny–

Jimin only makes it two steps before the bottles are falling to the floor and Hoseok’s phone is flung out of his hand. The choked yelp that comes out of Hoseok’s mouth would make Jimin laugh if it was in reaction to anything else. 

“Jimin, what the fuck?!” 

“I– I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to–” 

Hoseok cuts him off with a loud, pained groan and slaps his palms over his face. “Was that Jeonggukkie? It was, wasn't it?”

“...Yeah.”

“Please tell me that was a mistake.” 

Jimin picks up Hoseok’s phone from where it lies face down on the floor, and feels a bit of relief that it thankfully hasn’t suffered any damage from being thrown. The screenshot Jimin had Airdropped opened directly in Hoseok’s photo gallery. Jimin deletes it, then finds it in the recently deleted folder and erases it from there as well. 

He turns back around to see that Hoseok hasn’t moved an inch and sighs. 

“Of course it was.” 

Jimin sets Hoseok’s phone on the coffee table and grabs some paper towels to start soaking up the spilled soda. At least the glass didn’t break. Out of the corner of his eye he sees Hoseok drag himself to the couch and drop down onto the cushions, head tipped back to stare up at the ceiling. 

“How am I ever supposed to look little Jeonggukkie in the eye again? He’s a baby–”  

“He’s 27.” 

Hoseok makes a disgruntled noise. Trying to hide a smirk, Jimin reminds him, “You survived walking in on us more times than I can count, back when we were roommates.” 

“Yeah, but it’s not like I caught you fucking on our couch or anything. You weren’t naked and giving me sex eyes.” He lets out a long sigh. “At least you two were always loud enough by then that I’d know not to go near your room.” 

He makes a good point. And as much as Jeongguk loves when Jimin brags about him and shows him off, he’d never intend for anyone but Jimin to see him like that . 

Jimin takes the mostly empty bottles to the kitchen to pour out the remaining liquid, and deposits the soiled paper towels in the trash. When he returns to the living room he sees his forgotten phone left on the couch, relieved that it’s face down. 

“You might want to check that. Hasn’t stopped vibrating since I sat down.” 

Sure enough, there’s a slew of messages from Jeongguk. 

“Do you need to go?” 

“Um, I don’t have to, not yet…” 

“It’s okay,” Hoseok assures, finally meeting Jimin’s eyes then gesturing toward the TV. “It’s pretty obvious you haven’t been watching.” 

Jimin still feels bad. “Thanks. I’ll make it up to you, hyung.” 

Hoseok hums. “Have fun.” 

“I’ll tell Jeongguk you said hi.” 

“Please don’t.” 

🐱 🐱 🐱

Yoongi has always had a soft spot for Jeongguk. When he was a shy, lanky teenager taking guitar lessons, when he went to college and came back with all sorts of stories to tell Yoongi, when they met for drinks a few years ago and Yoongi saw him blush talking about a guy he’d met named Jimin , and how nervous he was for their first date. 

And now years later, when Jeongguk can’t seem to go more than an hour without mentioning Jimin, his round eyes sparkling every time. 

Even when he doesn’t realize he’s oversharing, and Yoongi is learning more than he could ever want to know about the limits of Jimin’s flexibility. Or his stamina. Or the real reason Jimin’s voice was scratchy when they’d met up recently — that no, he didn’t have a cold that gave him a sore throat. 

Yoongi remembers when Jeongguk struggled to speak so freely. There’s confidence and ease with himself that wasn’t there when they met a decade ago, and despite the sometimes inappropriate subject matter, Yoongi tries not to ever make him feel like he’s not worth listening to. 

Besides, he’s happiest when he’s either with Jimin, or talking about him. So Yoongi tries not to commit the more obscene details to memory and lets Jeongguk’s habit of oversharing slide. 

It’s funny then, that out of their group of friends Yoongi has probably gotten in the least amount of awkward situations with the couple and their very active sex life. Even including the coffee table dildo incident. It’s probably just luck, but he wants to claim that it’s because he’s more perceptive than most. 

Said heightened perception currently tells him that there’s something on Jeongguk’s mind that he’s not sharing. There’s a slight furrow that keeps returning to his brows as they catch up over coffee. It’s late November and they’d picked a table at the cafe near a window, usually Jeongguk’s favorite so he can watch the drizzling rain so common this time of year. 

Right now he’s looking out of it and chewing his lip, something Yoongi has noticed he only does when he’s stressed. 

“Don’t like your coffee?” Yoongi asks. The cup is almost full, the americano Jeongguk had ordered watered down now by the melting ice. 

“Hmm?” Jeongguk pulls his attention from something outside back to Yoongi. 

“Your coffee,” he tries again. “You’ve barely touched it. 

Jeongguk looks down at the cup, seemingly like he’s just remembered it’s still there. He hums, then picks it up to sip. 

“They didn’t spit in it, did they?” 

That makes Jeongguk huff a laugh, tugging at the corners of his mouth. He shakes his head. 

Progress. 

Thankfully, there’s a surefire way to get Jeongguk talking. 

“What’s Jimin up to today? You said he picked up a new class, right?” 

“Yeah,” Jeongguk sighs. “Beginner seniors’ ballet. I think today is the second time he’s teaching it. They kept getting requests from students’ grandparents for classes, but honestly I think most of the ajummas just want an excuse to see him more.”

Yoongi snorts. Only Jimin would have the patience for that. He puts up with Jeongguk, after all. 

“Careful. Don’t want to lose him to a sugar mommy.”

Jeongguk grunts, but barely laughs. He’s back to chewing on his lip and staring down at his cup.

“How long do I have to wait to ask what’s wrong before you just tell me?” 

Wide, surprised eyes meet Yoongi’s gaze. “What?”

“‘Gguk-ah, I can’t remember the last time you had the chance to talk about your boyfriend and didn’t take it.” Jeongguk looks a little embarrassed. Softer, Yoongi asks, “Is it something with Jimin?” 

“No. I mean yes, sort of…” He lets his head fall to the table with a dramatic sigh and groans. It earns a few curious glances from patrons nearby. 

“Well, do you want to tell me?”

Jeongguk picks his head up and nods. The movement loosens the strands of dark hair that were tucked behind his ears but he doesn’t bother fixing them. 

“He keeps hinting at something for Christmas. But you know how he is — he always goes overboard even when I ask him not to. And I have no idea what to get him.”  

“Hmm…You can’t really top last year, can you?” 

Finally, Jeongguk gives Yoongi a proper laugh. “Maybe not,”  he smirks, a tiny bit bashful. 

“You’ll think of something,” Yoongi reassures. The sun outside is nearly setting. “Come on, I’ll drive you back. Might come up with something good on the way.” 

They clear the table and take their to-go cups with them, Jeongguk checking his phone while they walk the few blocks to where Yoongi had parked. 

“Tell Jimin I say hi.” 

Jeongguk makes a noise of acknowledgement, then a minute later replies, “He says hi too, hyung.”

He keeps tapping away at his phone as they walk in comfortable silence. Jimin must be on a break right now, or done with classes for the day. 

Jeongguk snickers at something on his phone. “He said there’s still room in the seniors’ class if you want to sign up.”

“Aishh…I’m not that old. Same age difference between us as there is between him and you,” Yoongi complains. It’s only for show but it genuinely makes Jeongguk laugh and he welcomes the sound.

They go back and forth for a bit before settling into the quiet again, then soon turn a corner to where the car is parked. Jeongguk had grown unusually stoic, making an effort to control his reactions to whatever Jimin is sending him. It’s a valiant effort but Yoongi can read him like a book. And he knows that he wouldn’t be interested in anything the two are texting back and forth about right now. 

Yoongi unlocks the car and slides into the driver’s seat, Jeongguk having to walk around to the other side. He’s just getting in by the time Yoongi starts the car and has the end of his phone held up to his ear, awkwardly pulling the seatbelt across his lap to buckle it. A few seconds after the engine turns over the bluetooth connects. 

Moaning. 

There’s lots of breathy moaning coming out of Yoongi’s high-quality stereo speakers, with Jeongguk’s name sprinkled in. 

And it’s loud. 

Jeongguk rushes to press the stereo’s power button in the middle of the dashboard. By some miracle he hits it square on instead of accidentally turning the volume up. 

Earlier they’d been listening to an album on Jeongguk’s phone that happened to be his obsession for the week, that he’d been so excited to show Yoongi. It’s the last device that had been synced when they’d parked. 

Yoongi’s hands are frozen gripping the steering wheel and he stares straight ahead. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees Jeongguk awkwardly slink back into his seat. 

The silence is suffocating in those few, long seconds, then Yoongi clears his throat and turns to the screen on the dashboard and calmly looks up his own phone in the list of devices. Once he’s sure it’s connected, he turns the sound back on and lowers the volume of the R&B track now playing. 

Jeongguk doesn’t say a word until they’re pulled out onto the street and stopped at a red light. 

“Sorry…” he mumbles. Yoongi glances over and sees the flush of his cheeks.

“Should I run the next few lights?” Jeongguk’s face is adorably confused, then Yoongi adds, “To get you home faster. Sounds like he’ll be excited to see you.” 

“Hyung!” Jeongguk throws his head back against the headrest and groans. 

Yoongi just laughs to himself. It’s the only thing he really can do after hearing his dongsaeng’s boyfriend moaning his name so explicitly. He doubts it’s the last time something like this will happen. So much for his lucky streak.  

The light turns green and Yoongi drives through it at the legal speed. After a few minutes he remembers what was upsetting Jeongguk earlier at the cafe. He’s been quiet but humor usually works on him. 

“Maybe you two should just film yourselves sometime. You know, get it out of your system for a while. So you’re not needing to send that kind of stuff back and forth all day.” 

He’s joking, but unfortunately, Jeongguk looks like he’s actually considering it. 

The rest of the drive back Yoongi finds himself growing the slightest bit worried about Jeongguk’s Christmas gift to Jimin this year. 

🐰 🐰 🐰

It takes a week for Jeongguk to bring the idea up with Jimin. 

With how much depravity is stored on their phones already it’s a surprise they’ve never actually filmed themselves together. That is, until they decide to try it and suddenly the act of splitting focus to include holding a phone in place seems like an unbearable task. 

That’s not to say they don’t at least try. 

“Want you to film me,” Jimin whispers between kisses to the crease of Jeongguk’s thigh. His cheek brushes against his hard cock as he moves closer to the base, lips and tongue leaving a wet trail across Jeongguk’s skin. 

“Yeah, o–okay–”

Jeongguk’s hands fly to his pockets to pat around for his phone. It doesn’t help that the waistband of his pants has been lowered and he fumbles trying to pull it free from the denim — made easy in no part by the way Jimin is suckling at the head of his cock and gazing up at him with wide eyes. 

He swipes to the camera and angles it down to capture the sight of Jimin on his knees. Jimin’s thick, wet lips make a soft popping sound when he pulls off. He tongues at the base, then slowly licks a stripe up the underside of Jeongguk’s shaft. 

“How do I look?” His lips barely brush against the delicate skin when he speaks. 

“S–so fucking good, oh my god.” 

The waver in Jeongguk’s voice makes Jimin smile. He sucks the head into his mouth again and begins bobbing up and down, his hand wrapped around the shaft to follow the motion. Jeongguk threads the fingers of his free hand through Jimin’s hair, and Jimin hums quietly at the warmth of his palm, eyes falling closed. 

Jeongguk shudders feeling the vibration enveloping his cock. 

It’s hard to choose where to look. Jeongguk watches through his phone screen at first, but then Jimin’s siren eyes are trained up at him past the lens of the camera, and he’s pulled to the intensity of them instead. Every time he remembers the phone in his hand he has to correct the position from where it’s slowly drifted to. 

“Minnie…” he moans low in his throat. For what in particular, he isn’t sure. But it makes something indecipherable flash in Jimin’s eyes and he abruptly pulls off. 

Jeongguk takes a moment to try and collect himself. Satisfaction licks up his spine seeing that Jimin’s breathing is heavier now, his own cock visibly hard between his thighs and straining against the tight fabric of his boxers. 

“You taste so sweet, Bun,” he whispers, then presses a wet kiss to the tip. Jeongguk sees him take a deep breath before sucking him into his mouth again. As Jimin sinks farther down his shaft his hands move to grip Jeongguk’s thighs, until his nose meets the trimmed patch of hair above Jeongguk’s cock. It scrunches cutely against him when Jimin somehow takes even more of him in.

Jeongguk’s grip in Jimin’s hair tightens, making the older’s eyelids flutter. They’ve both always loved a little bit of pain. 

“J–Jimin…Minnie, fuck–” 

His mouth is so hot and so wet, his throat tight where it squeezes around Jeongguk’s cock. Jimin blinks away a few tears that had gathered and extends his tongue past his bottom lip to lave at the skin underneath Jeongguk’s cock. 

He knows he’ll come embarrassingly fast if Jimin doesn’t pull off soon. Years together haven’t done anything to desensitize him, and Jimin knows every trick to turn Jeongguk to putty in his hands — or his mouth. Jeongguk can feel excess saliva dripping down over his balls along with the graze of Jimin’s long tongue, and Jimin’s teary eyes peer up at him, his nails digging into Jeongguk’s thighs with how tight his grip is. 

It’s heaven and it’s fucking torture. In that moment he’s convinced that Jimin is some kind of demon sent to siphon his entire being right out of the tip of his dick.

After several more long seconds, Jimin’s lids flutter again and his eyes roll back to scrunch closed as he gags. It causes more tears to stream down his ruddy cheeks and saliva to bubble out around the seal of his lips. 

The sudden and intense vibrations around Jeongguk’s cock coupled with the way Jimin’s throat constricts takes him by surprise, and his instinct is to tighten his grip in Jimin’s hair to hold him down and cant his hips forward. 

Unfortunately, by now he’s so lost in every sensation and the debauched visual Jimin makes below him, that he’s completely forgotten about the fact that he’s supposed to be filming this. Jeongguk doesn’t even notice when the phone slips from his hand as his head tilts back. 

It’s bliss for a fraction of a second that’s interrupted by a sudden and sharp pain at the base of his cock. The wet heat of Jimin’s mouth disappears and he pushes back at Jeongguk’s thighs forcefully to separate himself. 

“Aghh!” Jeongguk’s head snaps forward again. His cock is throbbing, and he just makes out what could be the indentation of teeth when he registers Jimin a couple of feet away. Still kneeling, he coughs roughly, a string of saliva hanging from his lip and a hand gingerly held to his brow bone. The small whimper he lets out sounds pained. 

Confused, Jeongguk ends up kneeling in front of Jimin and hesitantly reaches out to him. 

“Hey, are you okay? What–” Looking around frantically he spots his phone a few feet away on the floor. Then back up to the way Jimin holds his face. It doesn't take long for him to put the pieces together and his heart drops.

“Oh fuck, Jimin, I– I’m so sorry–” Jeongguk lightly touches the back of Jimin’s hand. “Can I see?” 

Jimin removes his hand from his brow. 

It’s already starting to swell. 

“Is it bad?” he asks. 

“Um…” 

“Oh god. It is, isn’t it?” 

Jeongguk makes a noncommittal noise. He doesn’t want to lie but he also can’t bear to hear Jimin’s voice become any more panicked. “I should get you some ice.” 

He doesn’t plan on letting Jimin look in the mirror yet, hoping that the swelling will start to go down if he acts quickly. He tells Jimin to wait on the bed, but when he goes to stand up his waistband rubs at the exact wrong angle and he’s reminded of the pain that’s now brought back to the forefront. 

“What?” 

Jeongguk looks down at the small marks on his spit-wet skin.

“...I think you bit my dick.” 

“I– I what?!”

They take in the sight of each other — Jimin, with a swollen brow that will most likely bruise in the next few hours, and Jeongguk, his pants hanging around his thighs and palm holding his tender, softening cock. 

It only makes sense to laugh. 

After they’ve collected themselves Jeongguk joins Jimin on the bed with an ice pack for his face. He opts out of one himself, since the thought of freezing his sore shaft sounds worse than just dealing with the current sting of the bite. 

“I hope you got some good footage before you threw your phone at my face.” 

“Hey, I dropped it. On accident. Because you were sucking the literal soul out of me.” Jimin giggles. “And you got your revenge already. There’s gonna be permanent indentations of your teeth on my dick now.” 

“Maybe I was marking my territory.” 

“Mmm, like you’d even need to.” 

🐥 🐥 🐥

It takes a few days for the swelling on Jimin’s face to go down, and he makes sure Jeongguk knows it’s his fault that he has to spend extra time in the morning styling his bangs to try and cover it. Jeongguk makes sure to tell Jimin that he thinks his hair looks pretty this way. 

After a week has passed they decide it’s worth trying again. 

Jimin’s one condition is that Jeongguk doesn’t get to hold the phone. 

Things go a bit better the second time around. Jimin lies back on the bed with his legs pushed up to his chest. He carefully maneuvers his phone down between his thighs to film Jeongguk opening him up with first his tongue, and then his fingers and peach-flavored lube until he’s begging to fuck Jimin already. 

Through labored breaths of his own, Jimin films Jeongguk lining himself up and pressing in. He makes it until Jeongguk’s hips are flush with the backs of his thighs before he abandons his phone in the sheets to claw at Jeongguk’s shoulders instead. 

That first, failed recording had cut off right as Jeongguk’s phone made painful contact with Jimin’s face. But this time it keeps going and captures the hard slap of skin, the creaking of the mattress, and every gasping moan into each other’s mouths. When Jimin is close he wets a finger on Jeongguk’s tongue and reaches down around him to pull at a cheek and circle his tight rim. 

The cute way he moans as Jimin presses inside, pushing him over the edge while Jimin follows, is crystal clear when they play back the recording later that night. 

🐿 🐿 🐿

Hoseok leans across the couch and gently pushes Jimin’s hair away from his forehead. 

“Ow!”

“I barely touched you,” Hoseok snorts. “Drama queen.”

Jimin rolls his eyes, but stays still and tries not to flinch when his friend moves his hair back to reveal the fading bruise along his brow bone. The swelling is gone at this point, but the plum splotches there are taking a while to fully leave. Right now they’re stuck in a greenish-yellow phase that no amount of color-corrector and concealer can seem to fix. 

“It’s actually looking a lot better,” he reassures. Jimin doesn’t seem to believe him.

“How’s Jeonggukkie’s dick?” 

Both of them turn to see Taehyung wearing a shit-eating grin. He’s sat in the armchair and has made himself very much at home with his feet propped up on the coffee table. He raises his brows tauntingly at Jimin, which earns one of Hoseok’s throw pillows sent flying his way. 

“Hey! I’m just a concerned friend!”

“Sure you are...” Jimin slumps back into the couch and frowns. “It’s fine now. I still feel bad though…I can’t believe I actually bit him. That’s such an amateur move.”

“I don’t think your situation really counts here,” Hoseok offers. Taehyung nods in agreement.

“As much as I don’t want to commend your above-average blowjob skills, I’m pretty sure if my boyfriend dropped a phone on my face while deepthroating him I’d have bit his dick clean off.” 

A hint of a smile returns to Jimin’s face, just barely. “From lack of skill or out of spite?” 

“Probably both.” 

“Hmm.”

Hoseok reaches out a foot and playfully kicks his calf to get his attention.

“Hey, at least you have a backup dick if it ever happens again.”

There’s a second of silence before they’re all laughing. Taehyung makes a comment about sticking Jimin’s favorite dildo to a Ken doll-ified Jeongguk, and Hoseok ends up doubled over on the couch with tears in his eyes. Neither of the other two are much better off. 

It takes a while for them to calm down enough to finally order the takeout they’d been trying to decide on before. Jimin is halfway into his tteokbokki when he interrupts the cliche Holiday movie Taehyung had decided on. 

“Has Jeongguk said anything about what he’s getting me for Christmas?”

Hoseok frowns. “No. Why?”

“He seems…stressed? I don’t know. I tried asking Yoongi-hyung but he wouldn’t tell me anything. You know how worked up he can get.” 

“If it’s anything like last year, I’m sure you’ll love it.” Hoseok is only half-sarcastic in his reassurance. 

Jimin doesn’t laugh though. He barely even chuckles. “That’s the thing, I don’t want him to feel like he has to out-do himself each time. And I’m afraid he might be trying to plan too much.” 

“What makes you say that?” Taehyung asks. 

“He likes these grand gestures, you know?” Hoseok and Taehyung nod. “And I made it sound like I had something really special — which I did — but that sort of…fell through.” Jimin’s voice trails off at the end, defeated. 

“It wasn’t Dick In A Box 2.0 , was it?”

“Not exactly…” 

“Wait,” Hoseok looks back and forth between Jimin and Taehyung. “What do you mean Dick In A Box?”

“The song,” Taehyung clarifies. “He never told you?”

Jimin drops his chopsticks into his bowl and flings himself dramatically back into the couch cushions. 

Hoseok has a suspicion he won’t like where this is going. But ever the masochist, he keeps pressing.

“Told me what?” 

Jimin won’t meet his eyes, but Taehyung seems more than happy to take over. “You know the song, right?” Hoseok nods. “Well, when Jeonggukkie gave Jimin his little present–” 

An annoyed sound comes from the pink-haired lump on the couch. 

“Sorry. Big present last year…he went all out. Sang the song and everything. Even cut a hole in a gift box to prank Jimin with the real thing before he gave him that demonic mold of silicone.” 

“You’re kidding me.” 

“I’m 100% serious.” 

Hoseok doesn’t know whether to be impressed or horrified. By the smug look on Taehyung’s face, he probably looks a bit of both. 

“Okay, so what does that have to do with this year?” He chances a glance over at his friend. “Jimin?”

“Well, I wasn’t going to do the exact same thing.” 

“Oh god, was I right?” Taehyung asks and it earns a whine from Jimin. 

Hoseok looks back and forth between them, unable to decipher the secret communication the two seem to be sharing. 

“Can one of you just tell me so I don’t consider the worst? Please?”

“...It wasn’t going to be a Dick in a box…”

“That’s where the 2.0 comes in. More accurately, Bussy in a box.” Taehyung can’t fight the self-satisfied smile Jimin’s screech earns. 

Hoseok doesn’t want to laugh. He really doesn’t. But the entire concept is so ridiculous that he can’t help the ungraceful snort he finally lets out before joining Taehyung in a fit of giggles. 

“Fuck, but how– ” 

“A fleshlight,” Jimin mumbles. By now he’s turned to hide his face in the couch. Always so happy to share more than anyone cares to know, but somehow embarrassed by the turn the conversation has taken. “But making a mold of your ass somehow isn’t as easy as your dick.” 

“You say that like I wouldn’t help you if you asked,” Taehyung huffs. He almost looks offended. 

“That’s not it. The only company I could find takes months to produce them, and by the time they sent me the kit I wouldn’t actually get the finished product until the end of January.” 

Very matter-of-factly, Taehyung supplies, “Well, there’s always Valentine’s Day.” 

“I guess,” Jimin sighs. He finally rolls himself back over to face them. His faded pink hair is messy and sticks up away from his face with static. “But that still leaves Christmas.”

They all nod, pondering Jimin’s predicament. 

“Does it have to be…sexual?” Hoseok asks. “I mean why not just get him some camera accessory he’s been wanting, or something from those expensive streetwear brands he likes?”

“He already buys that stuff for himself. And besides, it’s kind of our thing…the sexual stuff.” 

Taehyung and Hoseok share a knowing look. 

“Yeah. It is.” 

🐥 🐥 🐥

They’re determined to get better at this. 

Jimin and Jeongguk have watched what little footage they have together while stroking each other off and sharing less than chaste kisses. They’ve started trying to record that too, but at some point always give up on making sure the camera lens is angled toward them so they can give the other their full attention. 

They actually manage to make it past foreplay tonight. Not wanting to cut into their progress, they find a position that requires the least amount of effort from Jimin, who still insists on being the official cameraman. 

Jimin lies on his stomach with a pillow under his hips and another cradled in front of him. There’s more pillows propped up against the headboard to lean his phone on if he can’t keep holding it. And so far, it’s working perfectly. 

The angle Jeongguk mounts him at steals the breath from Jimin’s lungs when he first sinks in. Soon he’s building a steady pace, body leant over Jimin’s slender frame and pulled close by the leash in Jimin’s hand. It clips to the matching collar Jeongguk wears around his neck. 

“Fuck, your cock–” Jimin is interrupted by his own moaning. “So big. Can feel you so deep, Puppy.” 

The pet name causes Jeongguk’s rhythm to falter but he quickly recovers before Jimin can scold him. Jimin watches his face twist in determination on the screen. The ends of his hair are damp and curling, a sheen of sweat making him glow in the dimmed light of their bedroom. 

Jimin yanks Jeongguk forward by the leash until he’s pressed flush to his back, muscular arms wrapping around to encase Jimin’s upper body. 

“Harder,” he demands. “Fuck me harder, Puppy.” 

Never one to disappoint, Jeongguk does just that. 

He pounds Jimin into the mattress with renewed vigor and noses along Jimin’s nape. He mouths around the side of his neck, letting out desperate whines and moans as he sucks and nips at the skin. The sounds Jimin makes in return wash over Jeongguk like praise, egging him on. 

Jimin’s phone captures everything. And it’s perfect, until it isn’t. 

Rhythmic buzzing pulls Jimin from the cloud of increasing pleasure. He looks up, dazed, to see an incoming video call in place of what should be his and Jeongguk’s image reflected back to him. Taehyung’s charming face and boxy smile lights up his contact card. 

Jimin groans, annoyed. He reaches out to swipe away the interruption. But as he does, Jeongguk — who’s too distracted to notice what Jimin has — thrusts particularly hard and deep, jostling Jimin up the bed and sending the pad of his finger smashing right into the green circle on screen. 

Taehyung’s live image comes into view and fills the screen, with Jimin and Jeongguk’s depravity reduced to a small rectangle in the corner. 

“Shit–” 

“Jimin-ah, do you know…” Taehyung trails off looking back at his phone. Jimin can see the wheels turning as his best friend reluctantly puts together what he’s seeing. Jeongguk had stilled in shock at the sound of another voice, his hips flush with Jimin’s ass and big cock buried inside. 

Jimin doesn’t think he could dream up a worse scenario if he tried. 

“H–hey, Tae–”

“Jimin, please tell me Jeongguk isn’t balls deep in you right now.” 

Silence. Jimin grimaces.

“Hi, hyung…” comes from over his shoulder. 

Taehyung sighs. “Hey ‘Gguk.” He directs his attention back to Jimin. “Why the hell did you answer? Listen, I love you, but boundaries can actually be a good thing–” 

“Oh my god, Tae– it was an accident!” Jimin interrupts him. 

“What?”

“I was trying to end it but my finger slipped!” 

“Mmm, seems to be a real issue for you these days. First Hobi, now–”

“He told you?”

Taehyung just smiles and raises his eyebrows suggestively. 

“Told you what?” Jeongguk questions. His labored breath ghosts over Jimin’s ear in a way that’s far too sensual for their current predicament. 

“Nothing, it’s not important.” 

Taehyung laughs. His eyes lock onto the black leather in Jimin’s hand when he pinches the bridge of his nose. 

“Jimin-ah, what is that?”

“Oh,” Jimin realizes what he’s looking at. “A leash.” 

“And to think that some things between us were once sacred–”

“Tae, as lovely as this has been, I'd really like to hang up now.” 

“Nothing’s stopping you.” Taehyung is trying very hard to suppress the laugh that Jimin can tell is bubbling up. He at least appreciates the effort. 

“Bye Tae.” 

“Bye Jimin-ah. Love you.” He blows a kiss to his phone and Jimin rolls his eyes. “Bye Jeonggukkie.” 

Jimin ends the call and pushes his phone to the side. The recording had stopped the second his phone started ringing from the incoming video call. He slumps down to rest his head on the pillow under him. 

Jeongguk adjusts on top of him, shifting his cock that is very much still deep inside Jimin. 

“How are you still hard right now?” he gasps. 

“Um, I mean…Sometimes I get hard just thinking about you…”

Jimin twists his upper body around enough so he can see Jeongguk’s face. “You do?”

Jeongguk nods, a bit sheepish. 

“What were you thinking about the last time it happened? Like, what did you picture?”

Jeongguk’s cheeks have a healthy flush from exertion, but the color deepens hearing Jimin’s question. Jimin clenches around the younger’s thick girth just to hear the cute whine he knows he’ll make. 

“Come on,” he purrs, pulling Jeongguk closer with the leash again. “What was I doing?” 

Jeongguk swallows hard. “Uh, smiling? I was thinking about your smile…and how pretty you are…and, um–” 

Jimin feels the cock inside him twitch, and fuck, if it’s not the most endearing thing he’s ever experienced. He cranes his neck to cut Jeongguk off with a kiss that’s eagerly returned. 

“Baby, you’re so sweet. Fuck.” He places another wet kiss on Jeongguk’s lips. “You wanna keep fucking me, then? Wanna make me come?” 

“Y–Yeah…Please, hyung. Want that.” 

Jimin picks his phone back up and triple checks that it’s on do not disturb, then places it back at the spot where it’d been propped up on the pillows. He’s just about to yank on Jeongguk’s leash when he gets an idea. 

He stretches over to the bedside table, which is far enough away that Jeongguk almost has to pull out to let him move. Jimin opens the drawer to fish out the dildo that he’d thankfully thought to put back there, along with some extra lube. The bottle they’d been using is lost in the sheets somewhere and he doesn’t really care to look for it at this point. 

Jimin makes a last second decision to move his phone to the bedside table where there’s a lower chance of it falling down. Jeongguk helps position it leaning against the alarm clock to face them, his assistance needed since leaning over Jimin pushes his cock fully inside again, rendering Jimin’s motor skills less than precise. Good boy that he is, he even starts the recording.

“Make it wet, puppy. Nice and messy for me, hmm? Inside, too.” Jimin hands a flustered Jeongguk the lube. He’s too excited to remember to warm it up in his hand first, and squirts it directly on Jimin’s hole and the length of his cock that he carefully pulls out. 

Jimin can feel himself slightly gaping, even more so when Jeongguk pulls at his rim to angle the nozzle of the lube bottle inside. He gasps at the cold feeling of it, involuntarily clenching and earning a desperate moan from behind him. 

“Fuck, okay. Go ahead.” 

Jeongguk barely meets any resistance pushing inside again. From how well-stretched Jimin is already but also from the generous amount of lube aiding the slide. After a few thrusts his hips meet Jimin’s ass and the loud smack is wet.

It’s fucking hot, and Jimin feels his cock hardening where it’s trapped under his body, knowing they’re getting it all on camera. 

He waits until he sees Jeongguk looking at him through the screen to bring the tip of the dildo to his mouth. Jeongguk freezes mid-thrust as soon as the silicone head is pushing past his lips. 

“Hyunngggg–” He’s panting around his whines. “That’s– oh my god. Fuck…” 

Jimin giggles, satisfied with his reaction. “I didn’t tell you to stop, Puppy. I’m just getting it warmed up. Need you to stay hard and keep stretching me out so I can take both of you.” 

“W–what? Oh, fuck. God– Yeah, okay. Oh my god.” 

Jeongguk seems to be reassuring himself as much as he is Jimin. It’s cute.

Jimin pats around for the handle of the leash that he’d let go of at some point, and keeps it secure in his grasp as Jeongguk picks up a steady pace again. He takes more of the dildo in his mouth — deep enough to make his eyes start watering — once he feels a finger pushing at his rim next to the big cock that’s thrusting inside. 

Sometimes Jimin wishes he had two Jeongguks — one to fuck him on each end. But shoving a replica of his baby’s pretty cock down his throat while the real thing drags so perfectly along his walls on every thrust is just about as good as it gets. 

Jeongguk is efficient. Most likely a combination of being eager to see another cock in Jimin and the knowledge that he won’t be able to hold out too much longer. Especially with how Jimin alternates looking into the camera lens and then back to Jeongguk. 

One careful finger turns to two, and then three as Jimin chokes on the intrusion he’s close to taking to the hilt. His mouth and chin are a mess of thick, stringy saliva by the time Jeongguk manages to fit four long fingers alongside his cock in Jimin’s hole. 

“H–Hyung,” he gasps. “I think–”

“I’m ready,” Jimin confirms. Jeongguk stills and helps Jimin guide the spit-slathered dildo back to his hole.

“Wait, can I…um. I know you said I couldn’t, hyung. But can I hold the camera? Please?” 

Jimin turns his head back and sees the state Jeongguk is in. Desperate doesn’t even begin to cover it. He’s paused with his cock half inside Jimin, chest heaving and lips bitten red, teary gaze looking longingly at Jimin’s hole when he breaks eye contact. 

And fuck, Jimin has a hard time denying Jeongguk of anything when he gets like this. So needy and sweet and eager to please.

“Sure, baby. Don’t drop it, okay?” 

“I won’t, I promise!” Jeongguk nods in affirmation and clumsily plucks Jimin’s phone from the bedside table, having the wherewithal to wipe his hand mostly dry on the bedding first. He settles back in behind Jimin and positions himself. 

“Okay,” he softly says, guiding the tip of the dildo Jimin holds to push in alongside himself. 

It doesn’t matter how many times they’ve played around with double penetration like this, the first breach of the second object always burns. 

“Ahh–” 

“Hyung?”

“I–I’m okay. Just,” Jimin inhales shakily, pushes inside a tiny bit more as he releases his breath. “Fuck.”  

Jeongguk tests with a couple shallow thrusts that Jimin doesn’t object to. Jimin focuses on his breathing and tries to relax, and soon the burn fades to a strangely pleasant ache. One that he can only describe as full.  

Jimin slowly starts to match the rhythm of Jeongguk’s thrusts, pushing the dildo deeper inside every time until he feels its silicone balls smacking wetly against his ass. Jeongguk increases the speed of his hips soon after and it’s too much for Jimin to keep up with. 

He lets go and lets his arm falls limply to the bed instead. Jeongguk takes over, somehow multitasking as he films and holds the dildo in place. 

“So tight, hyung–” 

Jimin whines in response, holding on to the pillow under his head. It’s damp with a mix of his own tears and saliva. He absentmindedly remembers the existence of the leash, but can’t care to figure out where that’s ended up now. 

“Full…Puppy…so full with your cocks…” 

Jeongguk — or the dildo, he can’t tell at this point — rubs against his prostate deliciously, the pressure multiplied with the fullness of being penetrated by two cocks. Jimin can feel himself quickly being pushed to orgasm.  

“P–Puppy, gonna come. Make me come, please…”

“Hyunnggggg– ”

Jeongguk’s hips speed up to an animalistic pace, and any ability to form a coherent thought is taken from Jimin as he’s reduced to cries and whines. The image of how he must look to Jeongguk right now — how he must look on camera — is what sends him reeling over the edge. 

He comes hard, crying into the pillow while his cock spills underneath him to make a hot, sticky mess. Jeongguk quickly follows and pushes himself as deep as he can. He grinds his hips against Jimin’s ass, his pelvis holding the dildo inside as his release fills Jimin up. 

Jimin struggles to catch his breath once they both still. Jeongguk’s body heat radiates above him, and he leans down to kiss Jimin’s cheek sweetly and nuzzle into his sweaty neck. He continues a line of kisses down Jimin’s spine over his tattoos, the press of his lips making contact between his heavy breaths. He gives Jimin a warning of sorts in the form of a rub and gentle pat on his asscheek, and then he’s slowly pulling out the dildo. 

Jimin sees him lay it on the bed. There’s a bit of Jeongguk’s cum smeared on the tip — and for reasons Jimin can’t explain, for a second he feels a primal urge to lick it clean. 

It passes when his attention is drawn to the careful drag of Jeongguk’s softening cock pulling out of him. 

“Empty,” Jimin gasps. It borders on a whine. Jeongguk pulls at his rim, and he can definitely feel himself gaping now. Jeongguk traces the edge of his loose hole, touch gentle as it dips inside. 

“Can you film it?” he whispers. 

Jeongguk pushes his fingers deeper inside and Jimin soon feels the hot, wet trickle of cum leaking past his rim. 

“Yeah, hyung. I already am.” 

🐯 🐻 🐯 🐻

There’s no short list of reasons that Taehyung considers himself to be Jimin’s best friend. The most obvious is that Jimin has indeed said it himself. But he likes to think that his dedication to going the extra mile is really what’s sealed the deal. 

As much as he tries, he can’t even bring himself to be bothered by the fact that he saw his best friend and his boyfriend in the middle of what appeared to be some rather kinky sex. Jimin had only been mildly interested in things like collars and leashes back when they were experimenting together in college. It’s a little heartwarming to think that he’s been able to explore more of that with Jeongguk. 

Maybe he’s a sap. And sure, maybe he and Jimin were way too close for comfort at a certain point — but that’s probably what keeps him from ever being bothered by Jimin and Jeongguk’s antics the way the rest of their friends are. Even Hoseok seems to have a line that can be crossed. 

So when the two horny lovebirds find themselves in a predicament, Taehyung feels it’s only right that he helps. It’s the holidays, after all. 

Neither will settle for something normal for Christmas. Jimin easily admitted as much, and Jeongguk reluctantly did the same after Taehyung had cornered him in Seokjin’s kitchen during their last Sunday game night. 

“You two were really filming yourselves?” 

Jeongguk nods. His forced smile is tight and the amount of tension he holds in his shoulders at that moment looks entirely too uncomfortable. But that’s alright — Taehyung is at ease enough for the both of them.

“Hm. Hot,” he muses. Jimin had already spilled more details than Jeongguk ever would unprompted, but there’s no harm in confirming. “Why on Jimin’s phone? Don’t you have, like, a million cameras?” 

“Just a couple,” Jeongguk corrects. “I thought about using one a few times but I’m afraid of mixing up footage with my other projects. And they’re not really optimized for video, so…”

He trails off and Taehyung studies those few seconds it takes him to grow uncomfortable again. It’s just as endearing as Jimin always says it is. 

“So you’re saying you need a camera?” 

“I mean, the quality on newer phones is actually pretty good. There’s just a risk–”

“Of sending it to the rest of us? Accidentally playing it over bluetooth or screen share or something?” 

Jeongguk’s round doe eyes widen more than should be humanly possible. “He told you?” he whisper-yells, tone veering on panicked. 

“Who told me what?”

“Yoongi? It was an accident, I didn’t even know his car’s speakers–” He cuts himself off once he registers the change in Taehyung’s expression and realizes he’s just giving Taehyung more fuel. 

“So, you agree there’s a risk with filming everything on your phones?” 

“Yeah. Sometimes the file doesn’t transfer or convert well when I upload to my computer to edit them either.” 

The editing piece is news to Taehyung. And as much as he’d love to dwell on it and interrogate Jeongguk for all the juicy details, he has a legitimate goal here. 

“Okay. Maybe you should invest in a camera then. One that’s only for Jiminie and Jeonggukkie’s Wild Sexy Fun Time™.” 

Jeongguk grimaces. “Please don’t call it that.” 

“You still need a Christmas present for Jimin, right? That’s…” Taehyung ignores Jeongguk's comment in favor of checking the imaginary watch on his wrist. “...exactly two weeks away.”

“Yeah, I do.” 

“Get him a camera. Hell, you can even strap it to your dick and do a little repeat of last year’s reveal.” 

Jeongguk might’ve forgotten that he was the one who’d drunkenly prompted Jimin to spill all the juicy details to Taehyung at the following New Year’s Eve get-together they’d attended. The poor boy lost all sense of a filter once he got to the second bottle of soju. 

“Or you can give it to him in a plainly wrapped box, sans penis, like a normal person. Your call.” 

“It was pretty hot being filmed like that, you know? He seemed so into it too.” 

“Shame that your pretty face suffered a casualty as a result of ‘Gguk’s butterfingers.” Taehyung hands Jimin another knick-knack from the high shelf the other can’t quite reach. He has a cloth to dust each one he’s sorting through before handing it back to Taehyung. Ever the procrastinator, Jimin still has Christmas lights for Taehyung to help him hang after this.

“Yeah,” Jimin sighs. “At least it was funny afterwards. I’m tired of holding my phone all the time, though. It’s easier to just prop it up somewhere but we can never get a good angle that way.”

“He really can’t hold it?” Taehyung questions. Jimin gives him a porcelain figurine in exchange for a small, intricate piece of pottery. Probably a gift from Namjoon.

“Mmm, it depends, I guess. Definitely harder for him to focus when he gets overwhelmed so easily. Might be okay when he’s in more of a service sub headspace, since he likes following directions. But it’s one more thing to worry about. I just want to lie back and get fucked sometimes.” 

“What about a tripod?” 

Jimin makes a less than pleased sound. He pauses with the pottery piece in hand. “Maybe. Doesn’t really get up close and personal.” 

He and Taehyung trade items back and forth for a few minutes, some staying with Jimin to be given away. Taehyung breaks the silence after determining he’s waited enough time for his suggestion to seem spontaneous. 

“You know POV porn, right?”

“What?” 

“POV. The stuff where it looks like you’re the one fucking somebody.” 

“Oh, yeah. But isn’t that for VR headsets or something?”  

Taehyung feels something roll out of sight on the shelf when he hits it with the tip of his fingers.

“Doesn’t have to be,” he says. “They make mounts you can wear.” 

Jimin pauses. “Wouldn’t that look funny?” 

“Maybe.” Taehyung finally gets a hold of the allusive object. “You don’t think Jeongguk looks funny with a collar? Or with a gag?”

“No. He looks cute.” 

“Well, I’m sure he’s cute enough to work a wearable camera mount then, Jimin-ah.” He turns and holds out a rainbow chrome butt plug to his friend. 

“I’ve been looking for that!” 

Taehyung moves it just out of reach.

“Hey–”

“The camera mount?”

Jimin rolls his eyes. “Okay fine. Yes, Jeongguk is cute enough that I’d probably get used to seeing him with it.” Taehyung lowers the butt plug little by little as encouragement for Jimin to keep talking. “And I guess it’d be nice not worrying about a phone or camera hitting my face.” 

“Good boy.” Taehyung lets Jimin have the plug. He, maturely, sticks his tongue out at Taehyung in thanks. 

Taehyung takes it upon himself to send both of them links a few days later. 

To Jeongguk, the newest GoPro models. 

And to Jimin, an array of universal mounts that are either wearable, handheld, or able to adhere to furniture. 

🐰 🐰 🐰

Watching their recent footage back leaves something to be desired — especially knowing that a new camera is currently en route to them. The shaky camera, the way the angle drifts away from where they want it most every so often, the slightly muffled audio that resulted from a phone being thrown into the sheets. 

And that’s all before acknowledging that losing a hand to hold a device means there’s one less hand for them to touch each other with. 

Problems aside, it doesn’t stop them from thoroughly enjoying the time it takes to parse through footage on Jeongguk’s computer. 

Jimin had started curled up in Jeongguk’s lap, the two of them squeezing into that overpriced gaming chair together. At some point Jimin’s lips traveled from teasing nibbles on Jeongguk’s earlobe to a path of hickeys down his neck, to finally end up wrapped around his cock. Jeongguk could barely focus on editing their handful of clips with Jimin on his knees under the desk, his freshly-dyed pink hair available for petting between Jeongguk’s thighs, and that sinful mouth enveloping his length. 

He doesn’t bother using headphones. Not when Jimin moans and fidgets — incredibly affected — hearing everything through the computer speakers. It doesn’t take more than fingers curled lightly in Jimin’s hair to coax him into moving up and down Jeongguk’s length. 

Having Jimin like this makes Jeongguk feel spoiled, in a way. He’s usually the one who’s most likely to fall into a floaty headspace, eager to follow Jimin’s every whim. So when the roles are reversed he tries to draw out the seconds, savoring each sweet sigh and breathy whimper from the other. 

Jimin is practically cock-warming him now. But he can’t hold out forever feeling Jimin suckle around him and watching that pretty face on his ultra HD computer screen. 

Fuck. He can’t come in Jimin’s mouth though. 

Jeongguk gently pulls him off and smooths his messy hair back into place. The adorably confused look on Jimin’s face makes him melt, and he can’t resist pulling him up into his lap briefly so he can smother him in kisses, unperturbed by Jimin’s inability to keep up. 

He pushes his chair back from the desk to make room and stands Jimin up, spinning him around to face the desk. 

“Your mouth feels so good, Minnie,” he says, placing kisses on Jimin’s lower back while he guides him to lie his upper body down. “I wanted to come inside you but it doesn’t taste very good, does it?”

“No…” Jimin’s answer is faint, half breathed into the surface of the desk.

“Gonna get you ready so I can come in your little hole instead.” He slides his thumbs under Jimin’s waistband and starts pushing it down, more kisses following. “Is that okay?”

“Mmm, yeah. P–Please,” Jimin moans. It’s music to Jeongguk’s ears. 

He navigates to the beginning of the clips he was editing together. The sound of Jimin’s voice calling Jeongguk Puppy plays over the speakers as he pulls Jimin’s pants down out of the way and spreads his plump ass cheeks apart. Jimin gasps when Jeongguk spits on his furled rim. 

Soon, flesh and blood Jimin is moaning just as loudly as the version on screen, thighs quivering from the way Jeongguk fucks his tongue in and out of his hole. He alternates between sucking on the rim and gradually adding fingers, reducing Jimin to tears by the time a lube packet is retrieved from the desk drawer. Jeongguk rips it open with his teeth so he can keep massaging Jimin’s prostate with his fingers, and slathers his cock in lube. He smears the excess on Jimin’s hole then pulls him down to his lap. 

“Minnie…fuck,” Jeongguk breathes into Jimin’s neck as his cock carves inside Jimin’s tight hole. He pulls his body back against his chest and pushes his shirt up so he has better access to the dips and curves of soft, creamy skin stretched over toned muscle. 

Jeongguk’s hands caress and massage, stroking Jimin leisurely and pinching at his erect nipples. They watch themselves on Jeongguk’s computer together through heavy, half-lidded eyes.

It’s Jimin that comes first, right into Jeongguk’s hand as the camera zooms in on his gaping hole on screen. The sweet sounds he makes mirror those coming from the speakers. 

Jeongguk is soon to follow. He licks Jimin’s cum from his own hand greedily, cleaning every drop, right before he’s thrusting up and pumping his own release inside Jimin. He holds their bodies close with a strong arm wrapped around the older’s waist, his face tucked into Jimin’s neck. 

They don’t move from the position. Jimin seems content to cock-warm Jeongguk while he continues to edit. It’s incredibly distracting to feel his hole clenching around him every so often, his pretty body warm against him and thick thighs now straddling his. Jeongguk eventually has to give up and carry Jimin to bed where he can fuck him properly. 

🐨 🐨 🐨

When the seven of them make time to get together after the holidays, it’s uneventful in the strangest of ways. No surprise nude photos, no accidental playing of videos or voice memos at full volume. There’s barely even mention of the usual amount of innuendo they’ve all come to expect. 

Namjoon nudges Taehyung beside him. 

“What’s with those two?” he whispers, subtly gesturing toward Jimin and Jeongguk, who are curled together in a fluffy, oversized chair across the room. “They’re…quiet tonight. It’s weird.” 

“Hmm? Oh, don’t worry about them.” 

“I always have to worry about them.” 

“They’re just tired.” 

“Tired from what?” Seokjin chimes in. He brings them both a spiked cider, some concoction that Yoongi had insisted on making. It’s surprisingly good. 

“Do you really want to know?” 

“Not particularly.” Yoongi takes it upon himself to answer. “But I’m sure Jeongguk will end up telling me sooner or later.” 

They all look at Taehyung expectantly. As much as Namjoon tries to avoid learning about the not-so-private details of Jimin and Jeongguk’s relationship, the lack of TMI is fucking with his head a bit right now. It feels suspicious.

“Okay, well,” he starts. “Christmas was a few days ago. They’ve been…testing out their gifts to each other. Simple as that.” 

It’s vague enough to save them the scarring details but still satisfy the burning curiosity. It could mean a million things, and Namjoon is content with leaving it at that. 

Hoseok, apparently, is not. 

“Who’s been testing out their gifts?” 

“Who do you think?” Yoongi asks with a huff of a laugh. Hoseok follows his line of vision to the couple making heart eyes inches away from each other on the other side of the room. 

He must be at that sweet spot between sips five and six of a drink, where he’s still animated and giggly before he crashes. He turns straight to Taehyung and asks, much too loudly, “The Dick Box? ”

Two heads turn to the rest of the group — one with dark brown hair in dire need of a trim, and the other with candy pink strands. 

“You mean Dick In A Box?” Yoongi tries to clarify. 

“Yeah,” Hoseok nods a little too enthusiastically. “Wait, how do you know about that?”

Yoongi just shrugs and takes a long swig of his drink. Taehyung tries to hold back his laughter. Namjoon and Seokjin remain entirely confused. 

Jimin whispers something to Jeongguk and they both make to get up. Jimin stands first, followed by Jeongguk, who, try as he might, can’t quite fully hide his wince and the faint limp in his gate. Seokjin notices, and unfortunately, announces his discovery to the rest of them. 

“Yah! What’s this Dick Box Christmas thing? And why are you limping, Jeongguk?”

Jeongguk freezes, while Jimin just smirks, very obviously amused. He cuddles up to Jeongguk. “What’s your best guess, hyung?”

“Jimin–” 

“Shhh,” Jimin shushes his boyfriend, his short finger pressed right to the other’s lips. “Don’t talk over your hyungs.” 

He turns back to Seokjin. “As you were saying?”

Seokjin looks them both up and down, contemplating. Then his eyes grow comically wide, and he gasps, “The dragon?”  

If Namjoon wasn’t confused before (he was), he most definitely is now. 

Jeongguk looks mortified. Jimin decides to clarify for the half of the room that actually seems to understand anything that’s happening right now. 

“No, not exactly. I mean, that might be why Tokki’s limping today…but we’ve had that thing for a while. No Christmas Dick In A Box this year.”

“Then what did you guys get each other? You never told us.” 

“Ask Yoongi–hyung. It was actually his idea.” 

“What?!” It’s the biggest reaction they’ve seen from him the entire night. 

“Remember when you told Tokki we should film ourselves? Ending up being a pretty good idea.” 

When the hell did that happen?

“I was kidding. ” 

Jimin shrugs. “Thanks, anyway. It’s been fun…and tiring. Honestly — we’ve never slept better, hyung.”

The only sound breaking the silence that follows is Taehyung’s barely-restrained snickering. 

Namjoon looks around at all of them. 

Jimin and Jeongguk hadn’t been reserved, per say. But they’d been less inclined to overshare or engage in otherwise frustrating behaviors that day, and it’s the first time he’s seen them since Christmas. 

There hadn’t been one mention of that god forsaken dildo Jimin received last year. The couple even had the sense to not bring up Jeongguk’s limp themselves. 

Maybe…maybe this actually is a good thing. 

As much as he doesn’t want to think too deeply about it, maybe whatever strange exhibitionist streak Jimin and Jeongguk have is being fulfilled by their new hobby. 

He’s not exactly religious. But this might qualify as a Christmas miracle in Namjoon’s book. 

They can only hope that it’ll last into the new year.