"Jungkook-ah?" Jimin asked softly in the silence that had been surrounding them.

They were both spending time together in his room, with Jungkook laying on the bed with four of the kittens fighting for his attention, Jimin at his desk playing some overwatch, occasionally cursing at Taehyung as they played online.

"Mhm?" Jungkook hummed.

"Aren't you bored of always doing nothing in my room?" He asked, closing his laptop and turning his chair around.

Jungkook hummed, a slight pout pinching his lips unconsciously, before shaking his head.

"No, I like spending time with you, no matter what we do," he said.

Jimin snorted, still not used to how comfortable his boyfriend was getting with showing affection.

There was time he could make him flustered just by smiling at him.

He climbed over the bed, gently prying the kittens away from Jungkook before swinging one of his legs over him and sitting on his waist.

The younger's eyes never left him, his hands instinctively moving to rest on the sides of Jimin's thighs.

A part of him still couldn't believe he was in a relationship with Jimin. First because he was a guy, and although, in retrospect, Jungkook felt like there was always a part of him that knew his interest for men, he had never admitted it, even to himself.

And also because, well, it was Jimin. He was looking as beautiful as ever, with a large white shirt falling loosely over his shoulders and a simple pair of loose boxers.

Jimin's house was always filled a toasty, homey warmth.

"You're getting very cheesy you know?" Jimin teased.

Jungkook chuckled, sitting up in the bed and sliding his hand around Jimin's waist.

"You're greasy, we need balance," he said, face now much close.

"Greasy?" Jimin asked, raising a questioning eyebrow.

"Don't worry, I'm hard too," Jungkook said, imitating Jimin's voice and teasing him about the time they had gotten a little too sexy in the library.

"Shut up!" Jimin said, punching Jungkook's shoulder with the side of his fist as he face palmed, Jungkook snickering, "so embarrassing."

Jungkook gently pried Jimin's hand off of his face, before pressing his lips against his softly.

The older didn't complain, returning the kiss effortlessly and wrapping his hands around Jungkook's neck.

Jungkook smiled, his own hands smoothing up and down Jimin's arched back, slipping under his loose shirt and feeling the muscles flex under his skin.

"You're getting better at kissing," Jimin said, breaking the kiss.

"Was I bad before?" Jungkook asked, his hand still caressing Jimin's back.

"Well..." Jimin said, eyes darting to the side teasingly.

Jungkook's hands slid back down to Jimin's hips, jerking his body closer and pressing both of their pelvis' flush against each other's. He then tilted his head, brushing his lips against Jimin's as he spoke.

"Guess we'll have to practice more then," he said, before kissing him.

"Look who's greasy now," Jimin teased, but he was cut off by Jungkook's hand on the back of his head pulling him closer.

They exchanged open mouthed kisses, Jungkook hesitantly swiping a his tongue against Jimin's lower lip.

He was immediately responsive, opening his mouth as well to let his own tongue smooth against Jungkook's.

Both of them were starting to get aroused, Jimin slowly rolling his hips against Jungkook, the younger's hands sliding to rest on his ass.

"Is the door locked?" Jungkook asked.

"Mhm," Jimin hummed against his lips.

And with that they both got back into the kiss, Jungkook's hand hesitantly moving to palm Jimin's crotch.

He was always hesitant to initiate intimate touches with him, never sure if Jimin would like it or if it would make him feel uncomfortable, but Jimin's confidence encouraged him to try it for himself.

Jimin was already aroused, and if gave him a sense of pride that he could have such an effect on someone like him.

He then slid his hand past the giving elastic band of his boxers, fingers wrapping around his shaft. His cheeks were intensely red, and he was terrified of all the things that could go wrong, but Jimin's lips against his own reminded him that he wanted to do this. He was sure.

So he slowly started moving his hand, the other resting on Jimin's hips.

Jimin's breathing has picked up, probably both from their heated make out and Jungkook's hand now jerking him off. Jungkook gently trailed open mouthed kisses down his jaw and to his neck, mouthing the skin there as he listened to Jimin's pleasured breaths falling out of his lips.

It was so rewarding, to hear Jimin lose himself in his arms, he squeezed Jimin's dick into his hand in hopes of hearing a Jimin's sweat voice again.

Instead, he heard a muffled moan, a deep hum coming from the back of Jimin's throat.

And Jungkook couldn't get enough, but he became so hell bent on making him moan that he didn't realise he was still squeezing his dick, pretty tight. Jimin leaned away slightly, his hand wrapping around Jungkook's wrist to stop him.

Jungkook leaned away from Jimin's neck, looking up to him worriedly.

"Hold on," he managed to choke out between laboured breaths, "too tight."

Jungkook blinked slightly, loosening his hand around Jimin and uttering a small "sorry". He felt embarrassed to always be clumsy when they got intimate, but the look on Jimin's face was enough to give him some sense of reassurance.

He looked sinful. With his lips a bright red and glossy from licking them and biting them, eyes glossed over, hair messy and shoulder falling from his heavy breathing.

Jungkook started moving his hand again, more gently and slower this time, watching as Jimin's eyes fluttered shut gently.

"Better?" He asked.

"Yeah," Jimin answered, although it come out as pleasured breath rather than a spoken word.

And with that Jungkook caught his lips in another kiss, biting his lip softly.

Suddenly, he felt Jimin's hand slip into his own pants, also starting to stroke him.

Both of their erections would occasionally brush against each other, making both of them gasp in the kiss.

"I'm close," Jimin whispered, his hand getting a lot more irregular in his strokes as his breathing picked up, slight grunts falling from his lips.

Jungkook fastened his pace, also rocking his hips against Jimin's as he kissed his neck again, sometimes biting his skin to muffle moans.

Then Jimin came undone, shuttering slightly as he deep grunt left the back of his throat.

Jungkook's breaths were also getting more shallow, he let his forehead rest against Jimin's shoulder as he chased his own high, feeling the familiar knot in his abdomen tighten as Jimin skillfully moved.

"Fuck," he breathed, biting on Jimin's shoulder as he came into his hand.

Both of them stayed in each other's arms, breathing loudly as they calmed down.

Jimin leaned away, pulling his shirt above his head. Jungkook's eyes widened, unsure of where this was going until he saw him use the fabric to wipe both of their hands clean, then tucking Jungkook's dick back into his pants.

Relief flooded him.

"Ugh," he sighed, letting his body fall onto the bed heavily, chest rising up and down still.

"You good?" Jimin asked, throwing the shirt directly into the hamper and running a hand through his hair.

Jungkook looked at him, proud of the red hue dusting Jimin's cheeks, before his jaw dropped at the sight of his neck.

"Holy shit," he gasped, raising up again and running his hand against the dark spots already forming onto his skin.

"Ouch," Jimin flinched slightly as Jungkook touched on one of them.

A few tattoos rode up the skin of Jimin's neck, but the dark spots were already starting to show up around them.

"Shit I'm so sorry Jimin, does it hurt?"

"Kinda," he said, his own hand coming up to cup the side of his neck, his nose scrunching at the dull pain.

He saw worry flash in Jungkook's eyes, guilt even, and let a a gentle chuckle fall from his bruised lips.

He cupped both of Jungkook's cheeks, squeezing them together slightly and making Jungkook's lips pucker up cutely. He then puckered his own and kissed him quickly.

"Don't worry," Jimin said, "it was kinda hot, very wild" he then added jokingly.

Jungkook slapped his shoulder, but Jimin only laughed, before pushing him on the bed and cuddling up to him.

Jungkook chest was warm, and if he could concentrated well enough he could even hear his heartbeat. He felt a hand run through his hair gently, and let his eyes flutter shut comfortable.

He was lucky, to be sharing such a beautiful moment with such a beautiful boy.

A/N:

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