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When Jimin first kissed Jeongguk all those years ago, he felt butterflies. His heart fluttered and his stomach swooped. His skin prickled with goosebumps and his body was hot where Jeongguk pressed into him. Over the years, those sensations intensified, and kissing Jeongguk feels like playing with fire.
Jeongguk likens the sensations and emotions he feels when kissing Jimin, to a hot shower—bare, open, and warm with each kiss. Kissing Jimin makes him want to close his eyes and succumb to such feelings and never catch his breath.
They only kiss when they’re home, choosing to play it safe rather than run the risk of being caught. Sure, some might label such actions as fanservice, but there are those that may see the intensity in each kiss. The lingering stares and touches, how Jeongguk smiles whenever Jimin leans in close or how Jimin laughs softly whenever their noses touch.
At home, they’re safe in their own little space with no cameras, no fans, or staff. No one. Just them.
So, it’s only natural they kiss or make out for however long they choose.
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Jimin doesn’t waste any time climbing onto Jeongguk’s lap. He straddles him with gleaming eyes as he drapes his arms over Jeongguk’s shoulders. Jeongguk smiles up at him with his big, brown eyes. Eager to have Jimin’s lips on his.
“Once we start, I’m not going to stop,” Jeongguk warns as he rests his hands on Jimin’s hips.
Jimin laughs, “Well, you’ll need to,” he leans in close. “We need to be up and ready in like...three hours.”
Jeongguk decides to steal a kiss, tilting his chin up and briefly pressing their lips together.
It was a long day, filled with recording performances for Permission to Dance and photo shoots galore. Sometimes, Jeongguk doesn’t know how they do it, waking up at the ass-crack of dawn and immediately being in go mode. There are days when he simply wants to lie in bed and vanish into the sheets. He figures tomorrow will probably be one of those days.
When he pulls away to study Jimin’s face, he can see the exhaustion etched into his skin. How his usually bright eyes are a bit dimmer tonight.
“What?” Jimin asks, eyes searching Jeongguk’s with their usual warmth.
“I can’t look at you?”
Jimin gags, “Stop it. Don’t ever say that again.”
Jeongguk scrunches his nose. He wants to tease Jimin a bit more, but decides to do so in another way, “I’m going to kiss you now.”
“It’s not like I’ve been waiting since earl — ”
Jeongguk crashes their lips together and Jimin’s fingers curl as their lips meet. There it is again. The flutter and swoop. Jeongguk tastes faintly like lemon tea. Sour and sweet and Jimin closes his eyes. Jeongguk watches Jimin’s lids close before closing his own. They don’t need to see each other to know what to do or how to move.
Jimin arches into Jeongguk, allowing Jeongguk to lead him this time. One of Jeongguk’s hands slides from Jimin’s hips, over his ribs, and up to rest on his neck. He gently coaxes Jimin to tilt his head to the left and when Jimin does so, Jeongguk inches away to whisper, “Open your mouth, hyung.”
Jimin obliges and Jeongguk opens his eyes to watch the way Jimin’s lips part.
“Perfect,” Jeongguk exhales, closing his eyes and leaning in again.
Jimin likes when Jeongguk praises him. Loves how he can see these charming, vulnerable, and devilish sides of him. Jeongguk starts by teasing Jimin, licking his bottom lip, kissing his cheek, and then he uses his teeth to tug at Jimin’s bottom lip. Jimin sighs lowly as he clutches the back of Jeongguk’s shirt. Being teased like this makes his toes curl. It’s addicting and Jeongguk knows his body so well.
Jeongguk tightens his hold on Jimin’s neck, his veins pulsing as he holds Jimin close. After sucking on Jimin’s plump bottom lip, Jeongguk finally slips his tongue into Jimin’s mouth.
Jimin rolls his hips forward, grinding against Jeongguk’s crotch, pleased to finally have his boyfriend french kissing him.
Jeongguk reacts by squeezing Jimin’s hip, “ Don’t… ” he breathes. “Too soon.”
Jimin finally opens his eyes and he peers at Jeongguk, “Not yet?” he asks in a soft voice—the kind of voice that makes Jeongguk want to give him everything.
“Yeah,” Jeongguk swallows. “We’re only making out, right?”
Jimin nods. They’re both too exhausted for sex but craving the intimacy of kisses. It was something they decided to do on the ride back from HYBE.
“So, if you keep rolling your hips like that…” Jeongguk looks straight into his eyes and says seriously. “I’ll be forced to excuse myself to the bathroom.”
Jimin snorts, “Fine, fine,” he leans in and kisses just beside Jeongguk’s eyebrow piercing. “I’ll behave.”
“Don’t say stuff like that either,”
Jimin frowns, “It’s not my fault you’re kinky and horny.”
Jeongguk slides his hand into Jimin’s hair and gently tugs, “I know,”
Jimin gazes at Jeongguk, going unbelievably soft for him and his puppy eyes. It’s mindblowing how Jeongguk has the ability to be such a big puppy. He’s cute and sexy. Soft and strong, but when it’s just him and Jimin, he’s all that and more.
If this were any other night, Jimin probably would’ve pushed Jeongguk to the bed and softly urge him to lay still before dining on his ass. But it’s not any other night, so Jimin trails kisses down Jeongguk’s face.
“You’re so cute,” Jimin murmurs as he hooks a finger beneath Jeongguk’s chin and slightly lifts his head.
Jeongguk wants to look away, but he knows better than to do that, so he continues to stare into Jimin’s eyes, “You’re cute too, Jimin.” Even though his cheeks are on fire, even though it feels like his heart might burst, he doesn’t look away.
Jimin smiles, “Thanks,”
Jimin initiates the kiss this time and Jeongguk becomes dizzy. Jimin goes straight for it, slipping his tongue into Jeongguk’s mouth and claiming the space as his own. Their tongues tangle and their bodies surge together. Jeongguk tightly clutches Jimin’s hair, trying to keep himself grounded as Jimin kisses him. Then Jimin does that thing and Jeongguk nearly loses it.
He sucks on Jeongguk’s tongue while simultaneously slipping a hand towards Jeongguk’s ear to play with his earlobe. Jeongguk melts and he wants to say something but he can’t. He feels a lot like putty as Jimin’s fingers stroke along his ear.
Jimin leans back to slip his tongue out of Jeongguk’s mouth and kisses the mole beneath his bottom lip. His lips linger there before drifting down to kiss the mole on Jeongguk’s upper chest. Jeongguk shudders and Jimin smiles. He knows where every mole, scar, and tattoo is on Jeongguk’s body and has had the pleasure of kissing them all.
“Doing okay?” Jimin asks softly.
“Yeah, just…” Jeongguk’s voice has that rasp to it now and his tone crackles like a newly lit fire. “It feels good,”
Jimin’s smile softens even more, “I know,”
Jeongguk’s fingers in Jimin’s hair relax before tightening again; a warning and a plea. He wants Jimin to feel good too. So, he gently tugs Jimin’s hair, urging him to tilt his head back. When he does so, Jeongguk leans forward and his lips find purchase on Jimin’s neck. He sucks on the skin there, sliding his free arm around Jimin’s waist to keep him from falling off his lap.
Jimin’s eyelids flutter and he grips Jeongguk’s shoulder. “That feels nice…” he hums.
“Yeah?”
“Ye-ah ,” Jimin’s voice cracks and he wants so badly to roll his hips against Jeongguk’s—to feel his arousal—but he fights the urge.
Jeongguk kisses the mole on Jimin’s neck and when Jimin releases a soft whimper, Jeongguk curses. Suddenly the couch feels too small and Jeongguk wants to pick Jimin up and carry him to the bedroom.
“S-sorry, that slipped,” Jimin hastily apologizes when he notices the way Jeongguk’s gaze has darkened.
Jeongguk laughs, endeared by Jimin’s reaction, “You don’t need to apologize,” he leans back and Jimin’s head droops down, and their eyes meet again. “I’m a strong man, hyung.”
Strong. Jeongguk is strong in so many ways and Jimin can’t help but look up to him.
“I’m your strong man,” Jeongguk reiterates.
Jimin shakes his head with a tender smile, “I dare you to say that in public,”
One of Jeongguk’s eyebrows shoots up daringly, “Oh? I’ll be happy to say it during an interview.”
Jimin’s eyes widen and he smacks Jeongguk in the chest, “Don’t even think about it.”
Jeongguk thinks about it. He thinks about how their fans will pass it off as a joke like several of the comments he’s made during interviews before. But they were never jokes. Words truly aren’t necessary when it comes to Jimin. He’s a walking dream—a God that has graced so many with his presence.
“Fine, I won’t think about it,” Jeongguk assures.
Jimin squints at him and decides it’d be best to seal such a promise with a kiss. He uses both of his hands to grab Jeongguk’s face and he tilts his head as he leans in. Jimin won’t ever tire of kissing Jeongguk. It’s something that will remain a precious gift to him—a gift he will continuously open and be grateful for.
They fumbled during their first kiss, crashing their lips together and knocking their teeth. They laughed their way through it and eventually settled on exchanging cheek kisses. But with practice and communication, they improved. Sometimes they still fumble, sometimes they still crash, but they s carefully pick each other up and try again.
There’s more fervor in Jeongguk’s kiss as he brings a hand Jimin’s thigh and he groans when their tongues meet. Jimin knows they’re pushing it, working themselves to the edge until they’ll want to do more. He’s burning where Jeongguk touches him, leaning into his touch and breathing deeply.
Control. To Jimin, control is like sharp choreography. It takes patience and determination, and it’s something they’ve mastered over years of practice, but control can be fleeting. Jimin feels it slipping away with the way Jeongguk squeezes his thigh, digging his nails into Jimin’s sweats. Jimin feels it slipping away when he cracks open an eye to see that Jeongguk is staring at him with a shadow cast over his gaze. Jimin feels it slipping away when Jeongguk says his name.
“Jimin,” His voice is low, slipping into the tone that only Jimin can hear when Jeongguk is aroused like this. He’s close to doing what they promised they wouldn’t.
“Jeongguk,” Jimin echoes, mirroring the desperation in Jeongguk’s tone.
Jeongguk leans back and opens his eyes. The air stills around them and their breathing slows. They need to wake up soon. They need to sleep. Neither of them wants to rush through sex, they know they’ll take it slow, dragging out the foreplay before coming down from their high.
“Tomorrow,” Jimin brushes a strand of hair out of Jeongguk’s face. “We can’t tonight.”
A fire crackles in Jeongguk’s eyes and reflects in Jimin’s gaze. Jimin wants so badly to burn.
Jeongguk groans, “Why the hell did we do this to ourselves?”
Jimin chuckles, “Because we can and I wanted you to hold me like this.”
Jeongguk pouts but he slowly wraps his arms around Jimin and pulls him into a tight embrace. They fall to the side and lay on the couch. Jimin presses himself close to Jeongguk, so he doesn’t fall off, entangling their legs and breathing slowly. He can feel Jeongguk’s arousal pressing into him and it makes him hot all over.
“Sorry,” Jeongguk murmurs, knowing Jimin can feel him.
“Me too,” Jimin says softly. “Sorry.”
They lay together in the silence and Jimin presses his ear to Jeongguk’s chest. His heartbeat is thumping quickly and it makes Jimin smile. Jeongguk smells like comfort and feels like home.
“Jimin-hyung,” Jeongguk starts and his voice vibrates against the top of Jimin’s head.
“Yes?”
“Tomorrow,” he says slowly. “We’re not stopping.”
Jimin laughs lightly, “Alright,” he tilts his head and locks eyes with Jeongguk. “It’s a promise.”
FIN