Jimin was always amazed by Felix.

The goofiness, the clumsiness, the cuddles, the chaotic energy, the cuteness...All of it could disappear in a fraction of a second when the mood was right.

When that voice whispered in his ear at its lower octave, Jimin's knees would turn to jelly every time. He was so weak for it; he knew Felix was fully aware of that.

It didn't matter where they were; the bedroom, kitchen, bathroom, occasionally the car. Or at this very moment, the living room.

They'd just been watching TV together on the couch when Felix decided he was in the mood for loving. All he'd needed to do was whisper a few dirty suggestions into Jimin's ear, and the TV was forgotten as quick as a snap of his fingers.

With the volume of the TV barely perceived as background noise, the sound of their hungry kisses reached their ears and effectively aroused them further.

It was too difficult to tell which of them had started the removal of clothing, but they'd focused on pants first, not wanting to disconnect their lips to take off shirts. Jimin maneuvered himself onto Felix's lap and unclasped the single button of the front of his boxers. He didn't need to see what he was doing; he'd felt his way around his lover's body enough times before.

Beneath Jimin, Felix let out a soft growl against his lover's lips, a rare sound that he knew drove Jimin wild. As he felt a hand wrap coyly around his cock, he finally broke their kiss and touched two fingers to Jimin's reddened lips. As those lips accepted his fingers between them, Felix mentally swore he could cum just from the lewd display in front of him.

Jimin did his best to focus on stroking and pumping Felix's cock while also curling his tongue around his fingers. He knew exactly where this was going, and he wanted it badly. Once they were thoroughly coated in his saliva, Jimin almost drooled when the fingers were pulled out of his mouth."Felix...Hurry up..."

"I'm getting to it, baby~" Felix reached around and slipped his hand into the back of Jimin's underwear. He was very pleased when Jimin arched his back a little to put his butt at a better angle. That made it easier for him to start playing with his eager pinkness.

The sounds that slipped from Jimin as a finger pushed into him would cause anyone to think Felix had already pushed in his dick, but Jimin was just sensitive and vocal.

Felix loved that."Let's hear that pretty voice~" A smirk cracked along his lips when Jimin's forehead made contact with his shoulder. He knew his lover was trying very hard to focus on stroking him, but the silky moans were starting to escape.

Jimin's free hand moved down and grabbed onto Felix's hip, probably putting pressure on a bruise he'd gotten by accidentally walking into the kitchen counter that morning."Please...I need it..."

Hearing that, Felix felt his dick twitch. Jimin's desperation made him extra horny every time."I've only just started two fingers," he reminded his eager lover.

"I don't care...I need it, Felix..." It couldn't even enter Jimin's mind that he wasn't as prepped as usual. He wanted it, and he wanted it now. He knew he would be okay with this amount of prep this time.

With his smirk growing a bit devious, Felix pulled his hand out of Jimin's underwear and gave a silent agreement to what was craved. Grabbing Jimin's waist with both hands, he used a little force to turn them, almost literally slamming Jimin onto his back on the couch cushions."Anything my baby wants," he spoke in his deep octave,"he gets."

Jimin curled his arms against his chest as his underwear was removed then reached out to hold his knees, keeping his legs up enough for Felix to angle and insert. He let out whimpers mixed with a strangled moan as he felt Felix slowly sheathing himself inside.

Despite how aroused and horny they both were, Felix would never intentionally put Jimin into discomfort, so he waited for a moment once he was buried to the hilt. He watched his lover's expression until he saw the signs of readiness.

When the first thrust pushed into him, Jimin whined and grabbed onto Felix's shoulders. His hands had specific spots to grab when he was in certain states of arousal and pleasure. He would always hold onto Felix's shoulders at the start.

Felix knew what the hand placements meant. So when Jimin's hands soon moved down to his hips, he knew to pick up the pace. As those hands tightened their grip on his hips, he leaned down to bury his face in the crook of Jimin's neck, both of them moaning and letting out occasional grunts.

It wasn't until Jimin was close to his limit that he moved his hands back upward, wrapping his arms around Felix's neck. His hands tightly gripped onto his own forearms behind Felix's head, his own head leaning back against the cushion with drool in the corner of his mouth.

Each thrust and pound into Jimin pushed Felix to his breaking point. Pulling back just enough to see his lover's face in this time of maximum pleasure, he couldn't be more pleased that they reached their climaxes almost simultaneously.

Jimin was struggling to not go limp as Felix slowed before pulling out."Come...down here..."

They both knew what came next. Lowering himself down gently onto Jimin, Felix made himself comfortable for after-sex cuddle time.