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Jeongguk hates being inexperienced. It sucks being the youngest, it sucks that he only really started to warm up around women around his 19th. And it sucks that since then the time and opportunity have never come quite at the same time. 

All he’s ever done is kiss a stylist secretly, some heavy petting, then she got fired. He felt terrible about it. And as they got more popular they had this whole talk about NDA’s. 

Yeah, nothing sexier than going up to a girl with a contract before you put your dick in her. 

So, when he starts crushing slightly on another idol, he doesn’t know how to even go about it. She’s older than him, so she probably has experience, meanwhile he would probably come as soon as a hand nears his cock.

It’s so fucking embarrassing. 

He’s been too proud to talk about it with any of the members, because he’s pretty sure he’d get made fun of. But lately he’s been.. well.. really fucking horny.

Maybe it’s just all his teenage years catching up to him. Everything the other members talked about, the awkward boners when they were 12, the need to get off even at high school during class; he never understood any of that, threw his teenage years into training non stop, so what would he know about that?

He always just chuckled along and nodded as if he experienced it too. Sadly, he’s 21 and experiencing it all way too late. 

On top of that he’s stubborn too, because there have been some opportunities, but he never wants a girl to find out that he’s inexperienced, afraid it will stain his reputation. 

that’s the fucking paradox. He has to do it to build experience, but he wants experience before he does it.

And usually it doesn’t weigh on him so much, but right now he really craves it. He craves to know what it’s like to kiss for longer than a few seconds, how to use his tongue to make a girl go insane, where to touch, what type of things he should say, how to please her, how to fuck.

All the other members have experience. Hell, sometimes Namjoon won’t shut up about how good he is. Jin has had a girlfriend steadily for years now. Yoongi has experience with men and women but he doesn’t talk about it, Namjoon does it for him. Hoseok also has a lot of experience, and Taehyung, well, he’s also quite up there. 

Jimin though, has never talked about girls other than finding them sexy. He’s quite good at that, talking along as if he’s sharing something, but actually keeping it in. 

Now that he thinks about it, Jimin never ever talks about his sex life. 

Huh.. maybe he’s the same as him. 

Maybe Jimin doesn’t have any experience either. 

It wouldn’t surprise him, Jimin has always been a diligent trainee, and though he’s had that whole ‘charm’ thing going on back in their rookie days, Jeongguk doesn’t think Jimin actually pulled any women with that. 

Hm..

“Hyung..”

“Mm?”

Jimin doesn’t look up from his phone. 

Jeongguk climbs into his bed, like many other days, except this time he has an underlying agenda. He picked today because he knew Hoseok would be home late, which means he can ask stuff without anyone listening in. 

“Are you a virgin?”

Now that does make Jimin look up. He locks his phone and blinks at his directness.

“What?”

“Well.” Jeongguk shifts around until he’s sitting comfortably. “You never talk about your sex life.”

Okay, he’s really trying to pull this off as a normal conversation starter, but they never talk about this. Even though he’s comfortable around Jimin, they never touch this subject. 

Jimin chuckles, surprised.

“What’s with the sudden interest?”

Jeongguk shrugs, tries to keep his face impassive. 

Luckily, Jimin loves to talk. He chuckles a little more and then sits up as well, mirroring his position. 

“I’m not a virgin.” He says. “Lost that ages ago, why?”

Ages ago? Jeongguk tries to remember who were around them ages ago. 

“It was someone you don’t know, we met on a night out, when we weren’t that popular yet.”

“Oh.” Jeongguk nods. “So.. that was your last time then?”

He hasn’t seen Jimin really get close to anyone. Not that he keeps close tabs, they all just happen to live and work together so, naturally, that kind of thing wouldn’t go unnoticed.

Except, Jimin’s eyebrows shoot up, and he laughs a little at the question. 

“That was my first time, last time I had sex was last week.” 

Jeongguk’s eyes widen. 

“Last week?”

Jimin nods.

“Yeah. Just cause I don’t like sharing details doesn’t mean I don’t fuck regularly.”

Regularly?!

Where does Jimin find the time to fuck anyone regularly? More importantly, why hasn’t Jeongguk noticed Jimin getting touchy with their stylists or eyeing other idols- who even is he fucking?

Jimin giggles at his confusion.

“You thought I was a virgin?”

“N-no.” 

Yes.

He shakes his head, cheeks burning up a little at how wrong he was. If Jimin has sex regularly, that probably means he’s the most experienced one of the group. The complete opposite of what he initially thought. 

That means this whole plan will go nowhere. 

“What’s it to you anyway? Why are you suddenly curious about my sex life?”

“I-I’m not.” He assures, waving his hand dismissively. “Forget I asked.”

Jimin, however, does not let it go. He scans over his face, leans in curiously.

“Are you a virgin?” 

“No.” 

Jeongguk leans back, averting his gaze, trying to find an escape, another subject. 

“Look at me.”

Jimin demands, grabbing his chin, but Jeongguk turns his head away, holds Jimin’s wrists to stop him from touching. 

“Come on, look at me.”

Jimin frees his wrist and play-fights him until Jeongguk can’t escape his gaze. 

“You.. oh, you are a virgin.”

Jimin says, completely in shock. At least that’s a good thing, at least he’s shocked about the fact instead of looking like he’d expected it.

“Did you come to talk about that?”

“Well.” Jeongguk frees himself from Jimin’s grip and looks down, contemplating if he should even share it. “I just.. lately.. there’s someone.. I have-“

“A crush? I’ve noticed.”

Jimin says casually, and Jeongguk’s heart skips a beat as he looks at him. Jimin just grins, tilting his head.

“You thought you were slick? She’s the only girl you talk to. Your eyes never leave her whenever she’s in your vicinity. And when she laughs at your jokes you keep smiling to yourself the entire day.”

Fuck. 

“I don’t- I don’t do that..”

“No you definitely do.”

Jeongguk sighs, puts his head in hands. 

“Okay, well, it doesn’t matter because I can’t pursue her like this.”

“Like what?”

“Like, without any experience.” Jeongguk props his head up on his hands, sulking a little. “She’s older than me, she probably has experience, and I get hard from just a kiss.” 

Jimin leans his hands on the bed, leaning back a little as he hums. 

“Pretty sure most girls don’t mind that.”

“That’s not the problem. It’s that we’re idols, and if I’m this inexperienced, the entire industry will know.”

“We have NDA’s.”

Jimin argues.

“Yes but everyone talks to each other. I know all the idols our members have been with. And I don’t want all the girls to know that I basically come from three strokes of a hand.”

Jimin chuckles softly at that, and Jeongguk gives him a glare. The situation is terrible. There’s nothing funny about it. 

“Okay, I get it. You don’t want to taint your golden maknae reputation.”

“Exactly.”

“So, what did you come to me for?”

Jimin asks.

Jeongguk feels his cheeks burn up as he thinks of why exactly he’s here. It had all been such a good idea when he was horny yesterday night. Now that he actually has half a brain again, it’s batshit crazy. 

“Just.. uh.. I thought if you were also still a virgin.. maybe we could, I don’t know.. explore stuff together.”

Jimin’s eyes widen, and Jeongguk swallows thickly, knows that it’s actually insane that he even thought about it in the first place. He chuckles nervously, waving his hand in dismissal.

“But that- that was dumb. I don’t even know why I-“

“You wanted to explore things with me?”

“Just- I don’t know- sometimes friends they- they help each other right?”

Jeongguk tries to turn the conversation around, but Jimin doesn’t let him. He leans in closer on the bed, curious glint in his eyes.

“What kind of things did you want to explore?” 

Jeongguk leans back, Jimin’s intensity is something else. Heat spreads through his body.

“I don’t know just- just maybe watch some stuff and.. build endurance..”

“Build endurance?”

“Yeah- like.. so I won’t come on the spot if Do-hee touches me.” Jeongguk averts his gaze. “But that’s- it’s stupid because you’re already experienced, so.”

Jimin waits for more, and when Jeongguk doesn’t give it he nudges him.

“So?”

“So.” Jeongguk shrugs. “You don’t need to explore stuff.”

Ah, this is embarrassing. He’s sure if Jimin were a virgin too, he’d have leaped at a chance like this. He’d literally be all over him, eager to show just how much better he would be. 

He can’t believe Jimin is experienced and fucking regularly. That’s just mean and inconsiderate. It actually tarnishes Jeongguk’s ego a bit. He’s always felt a little older than Jimin. Ever since the first time they met, and Jimin mistook him for his hyung, he’s never been able to let that go.

On top of that, Jimin acts younger, acts cute on purpose, loves to be treated like a maknae. 

“You’re overlooking one thing though.”

Jimin says then. 

Jeongguk blinks up at him.

“What?”

“You want experience. I have experience.”

Jimin states, plain and simple. He leans back again, looking so nonchalant about it. 

Jeongguk’s cheeks burn up as he thinks about Jimin teaching him stuff. That would be another blow to his ego. Exploring something together feels equal, but if Jimin is gonna point out all his wrongs and laugh at him.. 

“No. That’s- no.”

“Why not? You can ask me anything.”

Jeongguk wants to turn him down again, but realistically, he doesn’t see much other options. Jimin is experienced, he can keep a secret, and he loves teaching, even though he gets a bit annoying about it. 

He gnaws on the inside of his lip, mulls it over. 

“I have toys too.”

Jimin adds, quirking a brow.

It takes a whole 5 seconds before Jeongguk understands what the fuck he means and then he just blushes a deep red, clearing his throat.

“Alright, fine. But you can’t tell anyone about this.” 

“Why would I?” Jimin smirks. “Now I get to tease you all by myself.”

Fuck. This is what he signed up for.

“Now, where did you want to start?”

It starts out innocent. 

He asks Jimin about his experience and finds out that he’s been with more than a few women, and he’s done just about everything. Jeongguk would never have thought Jimin to be such a.. well, actually he should have known.

He’s the most dirty minded guy of the group, everytime there’s any sexual innuendo he’s the first one to get it, or he’s the one who makes the innuendo. 

Still, Jeongguk thought it was all talk. 

But no, Jimin has put his tongue in places Jeongguk would never even dare to think about. 

“And- and girls like that?”

“Not all of them.” Jimin shrugs. “Guys usually like it better.” 

Jeongguk hums and nods, but then he freezes. 

“Guys?”

“Yeah.” Jimin nods. “Guys have a prostate, which is kind of like the g-spot for men.”

Jimin explains it like it’s the most normal information ever, and Jeongguk just gapes at him.

“You’ve.. you’ve been with guys?”

“Yeah?” Jimin chuckles as if it’s no big deal. “I’m bisexual, didn’t you know?”

What the fuck?

“No? What do you mean? How could I know? Does everyone else know?”

He asks, a little mortified if he’d be the last one to find out. 

“I.. think so? At least Hoseok, Tae and Yoongi know. I didn’t announce it or anything, but I’ve told you guys I’d go out and spend the night at a guy’s place.”

Jimin says, as if that’s supposed to make any sense. Jeongguk’s heartbeat is in his throat, eyes wide as he just stares at Jimin.

“How am I supposed to think that you’re fucking a guy when you just say spending the night?”

Jimin laughs softly. 

“I guess it’s a bit vague. Then again, if I say I’m spending the night at Do-hee’s for example, you’d immediately get the memo.”

Jeongguk huffs in jealousy, as if Jimin has actually had sex with her, and then he shakes his head.

“Yes, but if I say I’ll spend the night at Mingyu’s, you aren’t assuming I’m fucking him.”

“Are you not?”

Jimin asks with a small grin.

Jeongguk hits him in the chest. 

“Okay, well, I wasn’t gonna explicitly tell you that I fuck men, because, well, it’s kind of taboo.” 

Touché. It’s very taboo, and if someone were to find out it would really damage Jimin’s reputation, and their reputation as a group. Which sucks.

Jeongguk crosses his arms.

“You could have told me though, hyung.”

“I’m telling you now.”

Jimin gives him a smile, and Jeongguk just bites the inside of his cheek and leans back on his hands. 

“Anyway. I don’t think you really need to know about rimming for your first date. It usually start with a kiss, right?”

Jeongguk feels his cheeks burn up as they go back to the lecture. Jimin is amusing himself a lot. Too much actually.

“You have kissed, right?”

“Of course I have.”

Jeongguk says quickly, annoyed that Jimin would even think he’s that green. 

“Many times?”

Jimin follows up.

Jeongguk averts his gaze.

“..twice.”

“Oh.”

The sound of realisation makes Jeongguk cringe. He hides his face in his hands and groans.

“It’s okay! Really, it’s fine. Were you any good?”

“How could I know? It’s been years and it’s not like we evaluated it afterwards.”

Jimin chuckles, and grabs his hands so he can’t hide his face. 

“Okay. I get it. You can practice kissing on your hand, I’ll tell you what to do.”

“On my..” Jeongguk looks at his hands. “You want me to kiss my hand?”

“How else are you gonna practice?”

Well..

“Or did you.. wanna practice on me?”

“No.”

Jeongguk almost gasps, even though initially that was kind of what he was thinking. He just isn’t sure if Jimin is fucking around right now, so he can’t do anything but deny it.

Jimin looks at him dead serious, cocking his head.

“I don’t mind, if you’d want to have a more realistic response.”

Jeongguk blinks a few times. Jimin looks so genuine and inviting and.. he really isn’t kidding.

Jimin wants to teach him how to kiss. 

Wow..

But why doesn’t that make Jimin uncomfortable? Is it because he likes men?

“If you think about it, it’d be better to actually kiss someone for practice than kissing your hand. Right?”

Jimin continues. 

“But-“

“You don’t have to, but if you want to come across more experienced..”

Jimin trails off, touching his own lips. Jeongguk’s gaze drops down to it, Jimin’s delicate small fingers brushing over his lower lip, accentuating the plumpness. Jeongguk feels a weird tingling sensation spread in his stomach.

Okay, so Jimin has nice lips. It’s no secret. It’s not like Jeongguk only just made that discovery. It is the first time, however, that he thinks about kissing them. Despite his apprehension, he feels a little pull in his gut.

Fuck. That’s his horny brain thinking. It’s been what, 2 years since he kissed? Maybe 3? It is pathetic to say the least. And Jimin is right, if he just kisses his hand it’s not gonna be realistic. 

“If you just close your eyes, you can pretend I’m Do-hee.”

Jimin suggests, and Jeongguk is ashamed to say that he is seriously considering the offer. 

He just gnaws on his lip, plays with the bedsheets in his hand, gaze darting up and down between Jimin’s eyes and lips. 

“O-okay.”

He says then, surprising himself. 

Jimin’s eyes glint for the shortest second, but then he nods, keeping a neutral expression. He shifts so they’re sitting closer, and Jeongguk’s heartbeat picks up. It’s not even so much about kissing Jimin, he’s nervous that he’s bad at it. 

“You- you want me to just-“

“Yeah, just kiss me like you would kiss her, I’ll talk you through it.”

Fuck. Okay. Okay, this isn’t Jimin, this is Do-hee. Jeongguk nods to himself, swallows and then closes his eyes. He envisions her, that pretty, fair face, her long, dark hair, her dainty lips. 

He leans in slowly, trying hard to block out the image of Jimin, but his musk intrudes his senses and he halts, nose brushing against Jimin’s nose. 

“Before you kiss a girl, you should touch her.”

Jimin whispers, making Jeongguk open his eyes. He’s sure he’s never been this close to Jimin before. This is weird isn’t it? Why did he get convinced so quickly? Why is he going through with this?

“Either here,” Jimin gently takes Jeongguk’s hand and puts it on his waist. It’s so.. muscly, but quite small, he can cup it easily. Then Jimin guides his hand up to his jaw. “Or here,” He continues, his eyes a little half-mast. “And then glance at her lips, just for a second, before looking back up.”

Jeongguk follows the instruction with burning cheeks, glancing at Jimin’s lips, feeling that pull in his gut again. 

“Good, you should make her think about it. If she likes you back, she’ll probably lose her breath a bit, or look at your lips too.”

Jimin explains, still only inches away. Jeongguk tries to pay attention but it’s quite difficult because he keeps thinking about kissing Jimin. 

“And then?”

“Then..” Jimin puts his hand on his chest, tilts his head a little more, gives him the prettiest bedroom eyes. “You wait just a little longer, until you can see her crave it.”

Jeongguk is breathless already, not even halfway there. 

“And then you kiss her, slowly.”

Fuck. 

He closes his eyes, trying to get back into it. Do-hee, it’s him and Do-hee. 

He leans in, pressing his lips against Jimin’s. 

Oh.

They’re soft. And warm.

Jeongguk pulls back slightly, feeling that pull in his gut, something jumping around wildly in his chest. He catches his breath, before leaning in again and catching Jimin’s lips between his own. 

He tries to go slow, but with every slight move, his body heats up, and he feels himself melting. His other hand curls around Jimin’s waist as he leans closer, opening his lips eagerly. 

“Take it easy.”

Jimin whispers, and Jeongguk blushes, trying to follow the instruction.

But it’s really difficult because Jimin’s lips are so soft, so plump, and he’s completely addicted to them already. It was a bad idea 5 minutes ago and now he’s practically almost hard, having to pace himself otherwise he’d already be licking into Jimin’s mouth.

But it’s just soft, slow kissing, opening his lips so Jimin’s slot between his own. He waits for Jimin to invite him in, to open his lips more, but it doesn’t go fast enough, and he’s impatient.

He licks over Jimin’s lower lip, breathless at how soft it is. His hand moves from Jimin’s jaw to the back of his neck, tangling his fingers in his hair as he sucks gently on his lower lip. 

“You’re a bit too eager.” Jimin whispers in between. “Girls love being teased, they like the chase.”

Jeongguk nods, but the words don’t quite reach his mind. He just pants softly, gripping Jimin’s hair and reconnecting their lips without much care. 

And finally, Jimin lets go a little too. He opens his lips more, lets his tongue slide against his, and Jeongguk is completely gone. His cock is hard against his stomach, and before he knows it he’s pushing Jimin down on the mattress.

He pins Jimin down, one thigh between his legs, pressing his crotch against his thigh as he delves his tongue in his mouth. 

Jimin breaks the kiss, panting a little as he looks up at him. Jeongguk feels a little sanity slip back as he sees Jimin’s slightly widened eyes.

“Sorry- I- sorry, this is too much, right?”

He asks, already knowing the answer.

“Depends.” Jimin breathes out. “If Do-hee’s into it, she might like it if you take initiative.”

Jeongguk nods slowly, doesn’t move. It feels fucking amazing to be pressed up against someone. His body is reeling, heating up everywhere it connects to Jimin, and he quite likes that he’s hovering over him like this, makes him feel older. 

“But, you should probably take it easy with this.” Jimin hitches his thigh up a bit, brushing against Jeongguk’s cock. 

A soft moan leaves his lips, hips rocking forward once accidentally, desperate for friction. That definitely is a problem. He feels hard and on edge already, and all they’ve done is kiss. 

Jimin rolls them over then, Jeongguk’s back hits the mattress, Jimin hovers over him.

“If you want to come across experienced, you should think about her first.”

“About her?”

Jimin nods, sliding his hand underneath Jeongguk’s thigh, and pulling it over his hip. It’s an embarrassing position. Jeongguk’s face burns up at how casually Jimin touches him, as if he’s the woman in this situation. 

“If you just poke your dick against her hip like that, you’re gonna look desperate.”

There’s a slight condescending edge to that tone, and Jeongguk’s breath hitches, eyes widening. A small smirk tugs on Jimin’s lips as he leans down, black hair falling over his eyes.

Jeongguk can’t quite believe his own thoughts, but his mind keeps repeating that Jimin looks hot. He looks incredibly hot, his full lips a little swollen and pink from kissing, his cheeks a bit rosy, and his eyes.. he doesn’t think anyone can quite look this sexy. They’re lust-glazed, half-lidded, the embodiment of seduction. 

And when Jimin’s eyes drop down to his lips for a second, Jeongguk feels his heart skip a beat. It’s embarrassing that the technique works just as well on himself, and that he finds himself craving another kiss.

“You look cute on your back.”

Jimin comments, which makes heat spread through Jeongguk’s body. Both embarrassment and lust. He wants to flip them over again but Jimin kisses him, takes away all his strength. 

Jimin leads the kiss, makes him wait painfully long, makes him chase his lips when he pulls away, until he’s panting and moaning softly, licking over his lips a little pathetically, fisting his hand in his hair in a desperate attempt to keep him in place. 

It’s worse that Jimin revels in it, grinning and biting his lower lip playfully whenever he moans. 

“You need to drive her insane, until she’s whimpering just like you.”

Jimin whispers, and Jeongguk’s eyes fly open

“I’m not whi-“

“And then, you need to think of her first.”

Jimin cuts him off, hand sliding up his thigh, caressing along the inside where it’s sensitive. To Jeongguk’s embarrassment, his cock twitches immediately. He turns his head the other way, as to not give Jimin the satisfaction of looking at his reaction. 

“You need to give her barely enough.”

Jimin whispers, right against his ear, teasing little circles over his inner thigh, which feels way too good. Jeongguk almost arches into it, but doesn’t want to be teased even more. 

“Barely enough?”

He asks, trying to distract himself.

“Mm.” Jimin nods, fingers sliding up a little bit more, almost grazing his balls. “Make her get wet.”

Fuck.

Jeongguk moans, angling his hips to try and make Jimin touch him already. He doesn’t know why exactly, but listening to Jimin talk about making a girl wet has him all kinds of horny. 

Jimin chuckles breathily, it sounds a little mean. 

“Thinking about Do-hee? How nice and wet she’d be after you’ve made her all desperate.”

Jeongguk gasps, equally horny as he is shocked. He wants to say it’s inappropriate, Jimin shouldn’t talk about her like that, but at the same time he’s burning up, envisioning a pretty wet pussy. His cock is poking against his jeans in a desperate attempt to get out. 

Jimin’s hand is gone then, and instead, it slips underneath Jeongguk’s shirt, riding up the fabric, until his finger brushes over his nipple. 

“N-ngh.”

Jeongguk swallows his moan, closing his eyes tightly. 

“If she’s sensitive here, play with it just like this.”

Jimin instructs, teasing his finger around Jeongguk’s nipple slowly. 

Why does it feel so fucking good? Jeongguk is trying to keep his moans in, but the tingling sensation of Jimin playing with his nipple is so good it doesn’t make any sense. His back arches off the mattress, and there’s nothing more embarrassing than feeling his cock leak from nipple play. 

“You should ask her first if you can play with her nipples. Consent is important.”

So why didn’t Jimin ask before he put him on his back and started touching him like this? Jeongguk bites his tongue, still fighting the urge to moan and whimper as Jimin rubs his nipple between his fingers. 

“Do you want to suck on them too? Do-hee’s perky, pretty nipples.”

“A-ah.”

Jeongguk nods, mouth falling open as he thinks about it. And Jimin takes that as an invitation, pushing Jeongguk’s shirt up and licking over his nipple. 

“Fuck- hyung- fuck.”

His mind is going haywire, hips bucking up in a desperate attempt to get some friction, consumed by lust and desire. When Jimin wraps his lips around his nipple and sucks on it, he can’t fucking breathe. 

“Jimin I- fuck- I’m gonna come-“

He warns.

Jimin pops his lips off.

“Already?”

Jeongguk bites his lower lip in shame as he tries to still his hips, but he’s so close. And when Jimin puts his hand on top of his crotch to give him friction, his eyes roll back in pleasure. He grinds against Jimin’s hand desperately, moaning as he feels his orgasm hit him.

“Oh fuck-“

He feels his underwear get drenched as he shoots his load. Jimin rubs over his cock through the fabric, and it’s not close enough. Jeongguk wishes that he was coming on Jimin’s hand instead, that skin against skin contact, making him all dirty.

“So loud, Jeongguk-ah.”

Jimin mocks him, which just makes Jeongguk’s cock spurt out another streak of come. He bites his lower lip as his body finally stops convulsing. 

And then post-nut clarity hits. 

Jesus fucking Christ.

He only dares to look at Jimin after a good minute. And Jimin is just leaning his head on his hand, looking at him with an amused glint in his eyes. 

“That was adorable, in a pathetic kind of way.”

Jeongguk groans, throwing his head back in the pillow and pushing Jimin off of him. 

“It was your fault. You just started talking about Do-hee like that out of sudden.”

“Oh, was it about her? Seemed more like you liked having your nipples played with.”

Jimin taunts, making Jeongguk turn on his side as to not face him. But Jimin then pulls him closer by his waist until his back presses against his chest.

“Hyung-“

“I thought you wanted to build endurance but you couldn’t help yourself, could you?”

He elbows Jimin in the ribs, and Jimin groans in pain, but chuckles through it. 

“Wanna call it quits now, or can you go another round?”

Another round? Is Jimin insane? 

“I- I don’t think I can get it up now.” 

He lies.

“Really? But that’s a good tactic if you wanna endure longer. You get off first, then get it up again.”

Jeongguk blinks at the information, a little overwhelmed still from his orgasm. 

“But- isn’t that weird? Like, you get off in front of her and then-“

Jimin cuts him off with a small laugh. 

“Not in front of her, you’d do it before you go to see her. Or maybe in the bathroom.”

“Oh.”

He nods, mind still a little fuzzy.

“Did it help, by the way? Did you learn anything, because you seemed a little too into it to be able to-“

“Hyung.”

“Just checking.”

Jeongguk feels his cheeks glow, untangling himself from Jimin, sitting up. 

Jimin follows suit, tilts his head at him.

“Yeah it- it was insightful.” He’s not sure that’s the right word. “Think I’ve got kissing down.”

“Mm.” Jimin agrees softly, eyes twinkling a little. “So, what do you wanna learn next time?”

Oh god.. next time. They’re gonna do this more often. 

“How not to come within 3 minutes?”

Jimin asks, small smirk playing on his lips, and Jeongguk just throws a pillow at him.

Maybe even worse than letting Jimin teach him how to kiss, is that all of his tips actually work. He’s used Jimin’s tactic of touching her waist, looking down at her lips, and she immediately leaned in and kissed him. 

He didn’t have to beg, just a touch and a glance and she kissed him. And he kept thinking about all the tips Jimin gave him, to take it slow, to make her chase him. 

Maybe that was kind of the problem. He kept thinking about how Jimin kissed him. Not even thinking about the tips, but just how much softer his lips felt, how the inside of his mouth tasted better, how Jimin’s tongue had played with his own.

Once he realised he was thinking about Jimin, everything got kind of awkward. 

So, when Jimin asks him later how it went, he’s a little apprehensive to talk.

“Come on, you were missing for about 5 minutes, you could have come within that time!”

“Shut up. We just kissed.”

Jimin only grins as he lays down on his side, patting the spot next to him on his bed. Jeongguk joins him, lies down on his back and looks at the ceiling, sighing deeply. 

“You sound thrilled.”

Jeongguk can hear the sarcasm, and he clicks his tongue, frowning at the ceiling because Jimin is right.. it wasn’t exactly what he wanted.

“What is it? Did something go wrong? Did she bite your lip too hard?”

“No, it was good.”

He says, without much conviction. He’s a bad liar. Jimin sees right through him. 

“So good it makes you look like you want to bury your head in the sand.”

Jeongguk pouts, decides to just come clean. 

“I just.. thought that I would kind of.. get excited? I’ve been crushing on her for months, but when we kissed it felt different. Anti-climactic?”

Jimin stares at him, and when Jeongguk glances over he can see he said the wrong word. 

“No- I didn’t mean like- as in climax-“

It’s no use, Jimin is giggling already, and Jeongguk just groans, turning on his stomach to yell into the pillow. 

“It’s fine- it’s okay Jeongguk-ah. I guess you didn’t see it coming.”

“Hyung.”

“It wasn’t a relieving experience-“

“I swear to god.”

Jeongguk turns on his side and pushes Jimin down on the mattress, pins him down like last time. Jimin’s cheeks are a little pink from laughing, eyes little crescent moons. It’s pretty. 

“So, you’re saying I’m a better kisser?”

Jimin asks then, mean grin on his lips. 

“I’m not saying that.”

“No? It kind of sounds like that.”

“It’s only because I hadn’t kissed anyone in years, you broke my dry spell.”

“Mm.” Jimin hums, so fucking happy with himself. “You did get wet.”

Jeongguk hates that his cheeks burn up so easily. He just wants to put Jimin in his place, he’s way to comfortable teasing him like this. 

“So, what do you want to learn today?”

Jimin asks, tilting his head a little, hair falling in his face. Jeongguk feels his heartbeat pick up a bit. His eyes trail down to Jimin’s lips, feels that pull in his gut. 

Fuck, it wasn’t a one time thing. He really does react a type of way to Jimin’s lips. 

“Thought you had kissing down, or do you want to practice some more?”

Jeongguk looks up, and Jimin has those half-lidded bedroom eyes that make him all nervous. It’s a little maddening, how much confidence Jimin has. Jeongguk just shakes his head, even though he’d kind of love to kiss again. 

“I wanna try.. enduring longer.” 

“Wanna make it to 4 minutes?”

Jimin asks, and this time Jeongguk just hits him in the chest. Jimin still laughs at his own clever remark, and then he flips them over again. 

He’s really quite strong.

“How’d you wanna do it?”

That’s a great question. Jeongguk looks up at him, a little lost. Because it’s not so much about jerking off himself. He can endure when he jerks off, but if someone else were to touch him..

He turns his head away, heat rushing up his neck. 

Is he really gonna ask Jimin to touch him? 

“What? You know you can tell me right?”

Jimin asks, but Jeongguk can’t possibly get that past his lips. How do you even ask something like that?

“Want me to touch you?”

Oh god. Jimin just says it.

Jeongguk nods through his embarrassment, and Jimin just coos at him before getting off of him.

This is completely outrageous isn’t it? Asking your best friend to jerk you off to help you endure longer in case your crush touches you. It is actually insane. Yet, he doesn’t object in the slightest.

Even more embarrassing is that he’s already hard when Jimin cups him through his pants without a warning. 

“Hyung-“

“Mmh, just talking about it gets you hard.”

Jimin caresses over his bulge, and Jeongguk can’t even muster words to deny it. He’s on his back again, at Jimin’s mercy, just like last time, letting it happen. 

“Think about Do-hee.” 

Jimin instructs, which is a good thing, because Jeongguk kind of forgot about her for a second. He closes his eyes then, thinks of her as Jimin feels up his length through the fabric. 

“You’re quite big, aren’t you?”

Jimin muses softly, which for some reason makes Jeongguk’s mouth run dry. Is it some sort of competition thing? That he loves being bigger than Jimin? Or is it just Jimin’s light voice getting all raspy when he whispers like that?

“If only you knew how to use it.”

Jimin whispers then, delivering a blow to his ego, but at the same time, a hot rush spreads over his body. He rolls his hips up, a little impatient with all the rubbing. So he tries to open his button but Jimin bats his hands away.

“Too eager, again.”

It takes Jeongguk’s all not to whine. Just rubbing like this is torture. But Jimin makes him wait, relentlessly playing with his length, with his balls, with the head of his cock, making him squirm against the sheets. 

“Hyung- fuck- please.”

He breathes out, opening his glassy eyes to look at Jimin. Something about the look in Jimin’s eyes is a little different; it’s darker, like he enjoys making him suffer. But then he blinks and looks himself again, small smile spreading on his lips. 

“Begging so early?”

“Please- I don’t think she’d make me wait this long.”

He argues, but Jimin tuts and shakes his head.

“But I’m training you, it’s about endurance. Last time you came in your pants, remember?”

Oh he remembers. Jimin loves reminding him too. 

Jeongguk swallows, looks down at Jimin’s small hand, the outline of his cock visible through his clothes. He gasps when Jimin rubs over his frenulum, cock twitching, a little precum leaking from the slit. 

“Please hyung- just touch me.”

He begs, knowing it sounds a little pathetic, but he doesn’t think Do-hee would even pay this much attention to his cock. He doesn’t know if she’d even want to jerk him off at all. 

Jimin listens to him, finally. He opens his button and zipper, and Jeongguk helps him shrug his pants and boxers off. He’s already too horny to feel embarrassed about his cock slapping against his stomach, and Jimin being able to see everything.
 
“Mm, look at that big, useless cock.”

Jimin says, curling his hand around the shaft and making it slap against Jeongguk’s stomach a few times. 

“F-fuck.”

Jeongguk gasps, both at having someone else touch his cock for the first time, and at the insult. However, at the same time it fuels a fire within him, makes him feel some type of way. He looks at Jimin, eyes half-mast, gaze dragging down to his lips again. 

When Jimin notices he just smirks, licks over his lips while he slowly starts flicking his wrist. 

And fuck.

It feels so different, someone else’s hand on his cock, smaller than his own, the pace completely different, and it’s fucking incredible. He gasps, then moans, throwing his head back in the pillow. 

“Are you thinking of Do-hee’s hand around you?”

No. 

No he is not thinking that at all. But he nods, a little embarrassed that he can’t seem to get into the fantasy at all. It’s just Jimin, with his small hand squeezing his cock just right, flicking his wrist so good. 

He knows it’s pathetic, that he can’t hold his moans, that he’s so horny from barely any foreplay. But also, Jimin really is so fucking good at it, it’s insane. 

It’s probably because he’s experienced with men too, that he knows exactly how to use his hands, where to rub his fingers, how to squeeze his cock. 

“Maybe she’d talk to you hm? Say things like wow, you’re even bigger in my hand.” 

She’d never say that. But Jeongguk’s breath hitches hearing Jimin say it. 

“Or maybe something like, I wonder what it tastes like..”

Oh fuck. 

He bucks his hips up, fucking the tight hole Jimin makes with his hand, another moan falling from his lips. 

“Jimin-hyung.”

“Yes Jeonggukie?”

Jimin’s voice sounds so hot, it should be illegal. 

“Do you wonder what it tastes like?”

Maybe that’s an insane question to ask, but he’s horny and Jimin is jerking him off and he can’t tell what’s right and wrong anymore. 

“Mm, wanna know?”

Jimin teases, his hand now curling just around the head of his cock, palming over it, jerking him off shallowly. 

“Yeah- fuck- wanna know.”

He pants.

There’s a breathy, sadistic chuckle, then a small kiss on his cheek. 

“Really?”

Jimin asks, curling his hand around his cock again and slapping the head against his stomach. Jeongguk can barely breathe. He nods, a little ashamed that he wants it. Wants Jimin to want him. He wants Jimin to think about sucking his cock.

“Yeah, I want to know what you taste like.” 

Jimin breathes against his ear, and Jeongguk feels heat accumulate in the pit of his stomach. As if it’s reacting to Jimin’s words.

“O-oh fuck- I think I’m gonna-“

“Nah-ah. Hold it.”

Jimin says, squeezing the base of his cock and stopping all movement. Jeongguk’s eyes fly open and he shakes his head, wanting to come so fucking bad. 

“No- please-“

“Not yet. You want to learn to endure so hold it.”

Jeongguk clenches his teeth together and concentrates hard to let his orgasm die down, which is really fucking difficult. He kind of glares at Jimin, even though he’s the one who proposed this lesson. 

Jimin just smiles a little meanly, tilts Jeongguk’s head up by his chin.

“That’s a good look on you.”

Jeongguk wants to keep glaring but the comment gets to him and makes his cheeks dust pink. 

Jimin just keeps eye contact as he starts to touch him again, which makes heat spread through Jeongguk’s body quicker than lightning. His stomach muscles start clenching and unclenching with every stroke of Jimin’s hand, and he’s nearing his orgasm again within seconds.

“Jimin- fuck- I’m-“

“Hold it.”

The hand movement stops and Jeongguk pants in frustration, hips jerking up a few times, cock throbbing a little on the edge of release. But the way Jimin squeezes the base makes it too difficult, so he forces himself to hold it again.

This time around he really is pissed, glaring at Jimin who is clearly enjoying it. His pupils are blown wide, and he’s watching him way too closely for Jeongguk’s liking. 

“Do-Hee can probably take more hm? I think at least 15 minutes would be good for your training.”

15 minutes?! Jimin wants to do this to him for fucking 15 minutes? 

He shakes his head, eyes wide. Jimin smiles at him so prettily.

“What? You can’t last any longer? It’s been..” Jimin looks at his watch. “3 minutes.” 

Fuck. 

“But- but you already teased me through my pants.” 

He argues. 

“Okay, so maybe 5, in total.”

Jimin says, his thumb slowly dragging up the length, playing with his frenulum, sliding it over the head of his cock. 

“Mmh- fuck.”

“Think she would kiss you while touching you? Cause I’m pretty sure you’d last about half a second then.”

Jeongguk wants to argue that he isn’t that bad, but Jimin is leaning closer, and his lips are in his line of vision. 

“Maybe- maybe she would..”

He says, though he isn’t really thinking about her. Jimin’s lips are fuller than Do-hee’s.. and Jimin is maybe a little better at kissing too. It’s hard to admit, but he finds himself craving to kiss Jimin more than his supposed crush. 

And by the look on Jimin’s face, he knows it too. That complacent smile tugging on his lips, the look in his eyes that conveys: I know exactly what you want 

Jeongguk struggles to turn his head away, a confusing mix of shame and arousal in his body as Jimin plays with his cock, and he can’t even think of Do-hee. 

“You can just ask, you know?”

Jimin says, to which Jeongguk just shakes his head. He can’t ask, he shouldn’t ask, shouldn’t even want it. 

“Why not? You can just imagine I’m Do-hee again, it’s good for training.”

Jeongguk doubts if he should tell him that even during their first kiss he wasn’t able to imagine her. That he actually had the complete opposite thing happen. When he kissed Do-hee, he was imagining Jimin instead. 

But he doesn’t want to grant Jimin that satisfaction, so he just gives in and nods, closes his eyes.

“If you feel like you’re gonna come, pat my arm, I’ll make sure you won’t.”

Jimin whispers against his lips before closing the distance. Jeongguk makes an annoyed little sound, but can’t really be mad when he feels those fat lips against his own again. 

Just for good measure he tries to imagine Do-hee. Tries to think it’s her body pressing up against his side, her hand around his cock, her lips against his own. 

But she’d never be this mean. She’d never kiss him like this. She’s hesitant, cute, let’s him lead the kiss. Jimin is anything but that. He kisses him like he owns his mouth, licking over his tongue, sucking his lower lip, biting him playfully. All that while he works his cock, slides his palm over the head, rubs it until Jeongguk can barely kiss back.

He’s so on edge, legs twitching, hips jerking up uncontrolled. Jimin breaks the kiss to spit in his hand and Jeongguk watches with hazy eyes how Jimin brings it back down and coats his dick in saliva, making the slide so nice and wet. 

“F-fuck, oh my god.”

It looks so fucking obscene, how the head of his cock peeks above the tight ring Jimin makes with his small hand, how he’s leaking precum, and Jimin just thumbs over it and uses it as lube.

The imagine is stuck in his head as his mouth gets covered, Jimin’s tongue so demanding, taking everything he wants. And Jeongguk can feel his orgasm building up again. The delicious feeling of heat accumulating in the pit of his stomach, urging him to chase his orgasm, to burst all over Jimin’s hand.

He knows he should tap Jimin’s arm but he can’t fucking wait any longer. He’s endured longer than last time, at least by a minute or so, and that’s enough.

So he fucks Jimin’s hand even faster, thrusting into it like his body is telling him to do.

“Are you even trying to last?”

Jimin asks when he notices, looking at him with one eyebrow raised. 

Jeongguk can only pant, a little embarrassed that he asked Jimin help to endure and how he’s just rigging it. He turns his head away in shame, just jerking his hips up, listening to the dirty wet sound it makes.

“Get the feeling you just want hyung to make you come.”

Jimin says then, and Jeongguk gasps, eyes rolling back, and with one more stroke of Jimin’s small hand, he finally comes. 

It’s something about Jimin calling himself hyung when he never does that. It’s supposed to be a polite suffix but the context of it just makes it so fucking dirty. It just emphasises how fucking weak Jeongguk is, how he’s letting himself be touched by Jimin. It makes him never want to call Jimin that again, because it will just remind him of this. 

Of how he’s coming all over the place, over Jimin’s hand and his own chest and the bedsheets while he’s moaning so loud that it’s probably audible for anyone in the house. 

“Sssh, do you want someone to come in?”

Jimin warns, but there’s a small grin playing on his lips, like he can’t help but revel in it. Jeongguk hates that he finds the idea of someone coming in and seeing them like this kind of hot too, in a humiliating way. 

Luckily, it doesn’t happen. 

Jimin just wipes his hand on the sheets and looks at him like he’s proud of what he’s done. And Jeongguk just pants and looks at the ceiling for a while, mixed emotions passing through him. 

He then pulls up his pants and turns to look at Jimin, feeling his cheeks glow. 

“I.. I’m sorry, I just.. I kind of.. couldn’t hold it.”

“I saw.” Jimin states, small smirk playing on his lips. “At least you lasted a proper 6 minutes this time.” 

Fuck. 

Jeongguk swallows, covers his face with his hands because he really is such a fucking virgin. 

Jimin laughs next to him.

“Were you even trying, though? It seems like you just want to have sex with me.”

“No. I- I don’t.”

Jeongguk says quickly, looking at Jimin who just grins at him knowingly. 

“I don’t, hyu- I’m trying- I’m thinking of Do-hee.”

He says quickly.

“Right. Especially when you asked if I wonder what your cock tastes like.”

Shit.

He knew Jimin would bring that up.

“That’s just- that’s because you- you like men. So. I was just wondering.”

Jimin has an amused glint in his eyes, complacent smile on his lips, but then he shrugs.

“Alright, if you say so.”

Jeongguk breathes out slowly, hoping Jimin actually buys that and lets it go. Honestly, he doesn’t even know what came over him to ask something like that, it had felt kind of electrifying to breach that line between them. 

But he needs to go to another topic, leave this one and bury it. 

“So uhm.. do girls usually.. do all that?”

He asks, because he doesn’t really see Do-hee as the type to touch a dick in general. 

Jimin chuckles softly.

“Not really. Some of them do, but usually it’s more about you pleasing her than the other way around.”

Right..

Jeongguk nods slowly, feeling nervous about the topic even though Jimin just made him come.

“I’ll teach you about it next time. For now, maybe just take a shower and see Do-hee again before you start wanting only me.”

“Hyung.”

He pushes Jimin, feeling shame run through his body as Jimin just laughs, so pleased with himself.

So, he does see Do-hee again. This time it’s a private place the company booked for them, to have a date without any prying eyes of the public. 

Jeongguk still feels the attraction. When she smiles he gets a little weak, and when she jokes around he feels so fond. But when it comes down to touching, it gets a little tricky.

She’s so shy. And even though Jeongguk has the art of making her kiss him down, he’s not sure how else to proceed. His hand is on her thigh just like last time when he was with Jimin, and teases little circles into her skin, until she’s moaning softly into his mouth, opening her legs a little more. 

But the thing is, he doesn’t know how to touch.. where exactly the clit is, and how to finger her. Jimin didn’t give him any type of instructions on that, and he doesn’t want to fuck it up now. 

So he ends up just teasing and kissing her, touching her boobs through the fabric of her shirt, making her whimper, but never giving her enough, until their time is up. It didn’t even get to the point where she touched him back.

She looks all red and frustrated by the time they have to go their separate ways. Though it’s a little cruel, Jeongguk just didn’t want to show how much of a virgin he is.

Funny how the only thing he can think about on his way back home is Jimin. 

“I need another lesson.”

He says, barging into Jimin’s room a few minutes after Hoseok has left. Not that he was keeping close tabs or anything.

Jimin looks at him, puts his phone down quickly. His cheeks look redder than usual. Jeongguk doesn’t pay it much mind, climbing on the bed.

“I wanted to do stuff with Do-hee but I.. I don’t know how to touch her.. down there.”

He says, feeling his cheeks burn talking about her so explicitly. 

Jimin just nods slowly, sits back a little, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. Is he sweating?

“Have you watched videos about eating pussy?”

Jimin asks then, and fuck

Jeongguk chokes on his spit, coughing awkwardly as Jimin just looks at him, chuckling breathily at his reaction.

“Come on, you watch porn right?”

“Y-yes but- you’re just- you’re so shameless.”

Especially when he smirks like that and looks like sin embodied.

“Yeah? Girls like that too.”

“What, eating pussy?”

“When you’re shameless.”

Jimin says, then he leans over to open a drawer next to his bed. Jeongguk’s eyes drag over the way Jimin’s shirt rides up a little, exposing his lower back and tiny waist. He doesn’t know why that sends a shiver down his spine, probably because he’s horny. 

Jimin rummages through the drawer, until his hand appears again with something that looks like-

“This is a fleshlight.”

Jimin says then, shaking it a few times.

Jeongguk looks at the unfamiliar thing that actually does look like a flashlight, just that instead of a light there’s a pussy. It’s fucking obscene honestly. Who even thought of this? Imagine actually looking for a flashlight and you find this thing instead. Horrifying

“You need to practice on it.”

Jimin says then, handing it to him. 

The words process later, he just examines the thing, its weight, the silicone. But then he blinks his eyes wide, and looks at Jimin.

“I need to what?”

“Practice.” Jimin repeats, nodding to the fleshlight. “As if it’s her.”

Jeongguk eyes the thing with fear, looking at the shape, feeling like such a pervert for even touching something like this. He can’t say a silicone pussy is really making him hard. Especially not with the knowledge that he has to put it in his mouth.

“But- how will I know what feels good for her?”

He asks, a little apprehensive. 

Jimin just gives him a sly smile.

“That’s why you have me. I’ll talk you through it.” 

Oh god. 

Jeongguk just looks at him, feeling a certain unease spreading through him, yet at the same time his body burns up a little bit at the idea. Jimin watching him eat pussy.. telling him how to do it.. 

He swallows as he looks back at the fleshlight, heartbeat in his throat. 

“O-okay, so.. how should I-“

“Sit next to me, so I can see it better.”

Jimin pats the spot next to him, and Jeongguk joins him there, leaning against the headboard. 

“You’ve seen it in videos, right?”

Jimin asks again, and Jeongguk feels a little caught as he nods. They don’t really share what type of stuff they watch, so, it’s embarrassing.

“Why don’t you just start like that..”

Okay. He can do that, he thinks.

Though, when he brings the fleshlight closer, he just feels Jimin’s eyes on him, making him feel so uneasy. His cheeks burn as he looks at the thing up close, the shape of it, the lips. 

He slowly licks over it, feeling so fucking stupid. It’s like he’s licking ice cream, he probably looks like a fucking idiot. He’s ready to just give up already, feeling too watched, too pressured, but Jimin grabs the back of his neck and forces him closer to the fleshlight.

“Keep going.”

Oh.

An electric shock runs through his body, breath hitching at the low command. Can Jimin’s voice go that low? Jesus fucking Christ it sounds good like that. 

He feels his cock harden as he licks over the fleshlight, trying to get used to the silicone, the feel of it, the taste, the shape.

“Slow down, don’t be too eager.”

Jimin says, his hand still around the back of his neck. It feels really fucking good, Jeongguk can’t even lie. His heart thumps against his chest as he slowly licks over it, eyes closing a little as he imagines it’s Do-hee.

“You can use your fingers too, like this.”

Jimin says, using his other hand to demonstrate. Jeongguk looks at those pretty fingers littered in silver rings, rubbing slowly over the length of those lips, spreading them a bit to reveal the entrance.

“Lick it.”

Jimin commands, keeping his fingers there. Jeongguk feels heat flare up his face as he leans in and licks between the lips, catching Jimin’s fingers as well. For some reason, it turns him on even more.

“Good. You know where the clit is?”

“I-I think so.”

He pants softly, looking at the fleshlight through his half-mast eyes. 

“It’s here right?”

He asks, licking the little glans.

“Yeah, but you need to draw it out a little, lick around it, kiss her lips, make her want it bad.”

Jeongguk just nods breathlessly at the instructions, doing exactly what Jimin asks, even though Jimin doesn’t remove his hand, and he ends up licking over his fingers a few times. 

He’s squirming a little, bucking his hips up slightly, feeling his body temperature rise. Meanwhile Jimin is still holding his neck and letting him lick over his fingers. Which is just- fuck. It’s hot.

He searches for something with his free hand, and then finds Jimin’s thigh. It’s warm and thick and strong as he squeezes it, and he feels like he’s losing his mind a little. 

Jimin doesn’t mention it, he just leans in a little closer to whisper against his ear.

“Lick over it, flick your tongue a little.”

An embarrassing soft moan leaves Jeongguk’s lips as he tries to follow, licking the clit, trying to flick his tongue, but it’s quite difficult. 

“Let me.”

Jimin says, wrapping his hand around his hand around the fleshlight, fingers still wet with his spit. 

Jeongguk watches Jimin dart his tongue out, licking over the fleshlight that has his saliva all over it. Yet, Jimin doesn’t seem to care one bit, he just demonstrates with his pretty mouth, pink tongue flicking against the clit. Jeongguk gapes at it, so many feelings running through his body, another unsolicited moan leaving his lips. 

Jimin’s tongue is so pretty, so long, and he’s so fucking skilled with it. Jeongguk’s hips move slightly, against his will, humping the air as he watches Jimin go to town.

“F-fuck.. hyung.”

He breathes out, feeling all hot and bothered.

Jimin retracts his tongue then, thin string of spit still attached to the fleshlight, and Jeongguk watches it as if hypnotised, squeezing Jimin’s thigh accidentally. 

“Wanna try again?”

“Yeah-“

He nods, so horny he can barely think. However, this time when he brings the fleshlight to his mouth, he can’t help but look at Jimin as he does it. Something magnetic about the way Jimin watches him, and when he tastes Jimin’s spit on the fleshlight he can’t help but moan again. 

He’s just slobbering all over it, humping the air, squeezing in Jimin’s thigh greedily. He moves his hand up ever so slightly, but he tries not to acknowledge it. As if what ever happens down there is just a trivial matter, as if his hand is not a part of him. 

Jimin’s eyes look so dark and pretty as he watches him, and then the way he pushes the fleshlight closer to Jeongguk’s face, it’s just-

“Press your tongue inside it, use your pretty nose on the clit.”

Fuck.

“Ngh..”

Jeongguk whimpers, didn’t think he could make such a pathetic sound but it just comes out of him as he presses his tongue inside the fleshlight, rubbing his nose against the clit.

He’s so turned on, his cock is rubbing against the fabric of his jeans as he fucks into nothing, leaking slightly from the tip. And he’s still feeling up Jimin’s thigh, kneading the skin, going a little higher each second. 

“Look at that little wet spot on your pants. Can’t control yourself hm?”

Jimin says, humiliating him as if it’s his second nature. Jeongguk feels his cheeks burn as he moans, thrusting his tongue a little faster into the fleshlight, hips bucking up, desperate for friction.

“You have no idea how many times I’ve fucked that fleshlight.”

Jimin whispers against his ear, and Jeongguk has an out of body experience. The idea that he’s licking something that Jimin put his dick inside before only registers now, and instead of it disgusting him, it turns him on even more. 

“Came inside of it so many times too.”

“Ngh..”

Fuck, he’s going insane. His hips buck up violently, heat accumulating in his gut, and he thrusts his tongue even deeper into the fleshlight, so delirious with lust, hoping to taste some of it, some of Jimin’s cum.

His hand slides to the inside of Jimin’s thigh, and he squeezes the skin there, a little higher, a little closer, just a little more-

“Are you trying to touch my cock, little virgin?”

Fuck

Fuck

Jeongguk’s eyes roll back, his back arches off the headboard as he sees white with desire, bucking his hips up until he finally hits his climax. He moans loudly, burying his tongue in the fleshlight as his body spasms, clamping Jimin’s thigh in his hand as come spurts out of his cock as if he’d been holding it for weeks, that euphoric feeling tingling through his entire body. 

“Nghh- nnghhh-“

He moans, shaking his head a little as he takes his tongue out of the fleshlight, putting his hand on his crotch to rub himself through the last bit of his orgasm. 

And then he just feels his body relax entirely, pleasant buzz in his ears as he looks down at his pants, seeing the big wet spot he’s made, but he couldn’t care less. That was the best orgasm he’s ever had.

for a few seconds he enjoys it, so satisfied, so fucking happy, until he looks at Jimin, and reality slaps him in the face. 

He just came thinking of touching Jimin’s cock. He just came trying to taste Jimin’s cum on his fleshlight. 

Fuck.

Jimin is looking at him, pupils blown wide, but he doesn’t say anything. He just grabs the fleshlight from his hands, keeping eye contact.

Oh god, Jeongguk needs to leave now. He needs to leave before it escalates even further. 

“I’m just- I’ll just go. Now.”

He points over his shoulder, and Jimin gives him a short nod, gaze so intense that Jeongguk has to avert it to stay sane. 

“Thanks for uh.. for that. The lesson.”

He stands up, cheeks burning, stumbling over his feet to get to the door, not looking back. But as soon as he exits and closes the door behind him, something keeps him there. 

His heartbeat in his throat, sweat making his clothes stick to his body as he leans his back against the door, and listens. 

It’s only when he hears succulent, wet sounds and Jimin’s low moans from the other side that he leaves to his own room, even hornier than when he came in.

Needless to say, his next date with Do-hee doesn’t go so well. She had actually reached out to him this time, to ask for another date, which he usually wouldn’t let a girl do. 

So, when they’re together, having dinner, it’s nice. She’s funny, and kind, and he still feels fondness but can’t really tell if it’s crush fondness or friendly fondness. What happened between him and Jimin just eats at him, makes him feel.. weird

He feels somewhat guilty whenever Do-hee tries to flirt and he can only smile a little awkwardly, unable to think of a clever comeback. 

It’s worse because it doesn’t discourage her, she just tries even harder. She even offers to watch a romantic movie, and Jeongguk doesn’t have the heart to say no. 

Last time it had been him who made a move, doing that thing Jimin taught him, touching her hair, her back, her waist. But now he doesn’t want it to go there. He’s still stuck on what happened with that fleshlight, still unable to process it.

Do-hee, however, does make a move. She touches his thigh, caresses over it slowly, indicating that she probably does want more, and Jeongguk panics a little. The thing is, he’s kind of a virgin, so it does get him hard, but he also feels so confused, and doesn’t really think this will help him clear his mind at all.

But Do-hee doesn’t give up. She moves her hand on top of his crotch and just touches him through his pants. Jeongguk’s eyes fall closed as he thinks of the first time it happened. When Jimin-

Oh.

Fuck. No thinking of Jimin.

He shakes the thought and lets himself be touched. Do-hee is teasing his clothed cock, running her fingers along the length of his shaft and he holds his breath. 

“Is this okay?”

She asks softly. 

Jeongguk swallows and nods, trying to put a certain band member out of his mind. 

She opens his button and zipper, hand sliding into his pants. Her hand is bigger than Jimin’s-

Fuck.

He bites on his lower lip, opening his eyes to look at her. She immediately goes in for a kiss, and he reciprocates the best he can. But just like last time, another set of fuller, even softer lips comes to mind and he’s thinking of Jimin involuntarily. 

Maybe he does need this. Maybe when he goes all the way with her he’ll break the spell and stop thinking about Jimin.

Isn’t that cruel, though?

Ah, whatever.

He teases her as well, touching her thigh like last time, drawing little patterns, closer and closer. 

Jimin’s thighs are thicker..

Fuck.

He breaks the kiss, a little alarmed by his thoughts, but Do-hee doesn’t notice, she just reattaches their lips, kisses him while spreading her legs a little.

When it comes to touching her though, he suddenly remembers he’s only really had a lesson in eating pussy, not fingering. So he retracts his hand, breaks the kiss again to ask:

“Can I eat you out?”

He didn’t expect Do-hee to stop in her tracks, eyes wide when she looks at him.

Oh.

That’s.. that’s probably a no. 

“Sorry I- I thought maybe-“

“It’s fine- I..” she chuckles nervously. “I just.. I don’t think I.. like oral..”

Ah..

Of course. Some girls probably don’t like it. He totally forgot that was a possibility. It isn’t like oral is the most common thing to do.

“Oh.. right, sorry.”

“No don’t worry. You’re probably.. you have experience with other girls so it’s only logical that you..”

“Right.”

Experience with Jimin’s fleshlight, more like.

The atmosphere changes a little, an awkward air between them, and she slowly retracts her hand and just leans against his shoulder, changing the subject to the movie that they were supposed to watch.

Jeongguk just swallows and pretends that wasn’t a total failure.

He’s not sure he should talk to Jimin about it. A part of him kind of wants to, to try and go about it casually and pretend last time nothing happened. But every time they make eye contact during dance practice or Run BTS he feels his cheeks burn up, finds himself lost for words.

The whole fleshlight incident haunts him day and night. It’s the hottest thing he’s ever done, even though it’s with the wrong person. Do-hee should be the one on his mind, should be taking that number one spot, but his every thought just spirals back to Jimin.

The way his thigh felt in his hand, how Jimin had grabbed his neck, commanded him around, whispered in his ear. Just that is enough to make his cock chub up in his pants. It’s embarrassing. 

There’s a tension between them now and he can’t muster up a scenario where he can pretend it’s not there.

So, that’s how he finds himself standing in front of Jimin’s door, wanting to go in, even though he knows it’s gonna be tense and awkward. But, it’s probably only gonna get worse if it drags on longer.

He takes a deep breath and just walks in. 

Jimin looks at him over his shoulder, unfathomable expression on his face. Jeongguk bites the inside of his cheek as he reaches Jimin’s bed, blood rushing up his neck. 

Jimin puts his phone down, looking up at him. Then he lifts his blanket, invites him in. And Jeongguk takes the invitation, crawls close under the blanket wordlessly. 

It’s tense and awkward, like he expected. Maybe he should muster an apology for last time, or some sort of acknowledgement that it’s weird between them, but it doesn’t come past his lips. Instead he decides to skip that whole part.

“So I was with Do-hee last Saturday..”

He says, looking down at the sheets, playing around with the blanket. 

“Mm.” Jimin hums. “How did it go?”

Jeongguk nods a few times, but then shrugs.

“It.. it wasn’t.. I asked if I could eat her out.. but..”

He looks at Jimin, bites on his lower lip. Jimin still looks at him with an unreadable expression. He’s so drastically different from the first lesson, Jeongguk doesn’t know how to get that Jimin back. Even though he was a little annoying, it certainly made the atmosphere less thick. 

“She.. she said she didn’t like oral, and I.. don’t know how to use my fingers.. so..”

“You want me to teach you?”

Jimin asks, and Jeongguk wasn’t even actually thinking about another lesson. He just wanted to strike up any conversation to be able to work through this weird tension between them. 

But maybe.. this could be the way to do it?

Or maybe this will just fuck it up even more.

The idea of another lesson makes his body tingle a little, curiosity taking the best of him.

“Yeah- if-if you- yeah.”

He nods.

Jimin nods too, going for his drawer again, and grabbing the fleshlight from last time. 

Jeongguk almost gasps as he looks at it, all memories flooding back. Jimin forcing him to lick it, showing him how to flick his tongue, telling him he fucked it.. 

The forbidden thought then comes to mind. The one he’s been trying to suppress so hard. The sounds he heard when he walked out that day. He knows Jimin fucked the fleshlight when he left the room. The same thing he licked and slobbered all over, Jimin just used it as lube to fuck it. 

Which is insane. It’s fucking insane. Jimin is his colleague, his friend, his hyung. They’re crossing every line there is with these lessons. They can pretend Jimin is just helping him, but Jeongguk knows it’s more than that. 

He knows it when Jimin gives him the fleshlight, and moves a little closer, arms touching. 

“It’s similar to last time. You need to start slowly, make her wet, before you actually put your fingers in.”

Jeongguk bites on the inside of his cheek and nods as he looks at the fleshlight, but all he can think is how Jimin fucked it a few days ago. He absentmindedly touches over the shape of the lips, the silicone a little stiff.

“You need to wet your fingers first.”

Jimin says, and Jeongguk turns to look at him, feeling like Jimin’s face is so much closer than before. It’s instant, he looks from one eye, to the other, to his mouth. 

Jimin’s lips are so perfect. Plush and pink and soft and full. Jeongguk gets lost staring at them as he rubs his fingers over the dry fleshlight. 

“Come here, then.”

Jimin says softly, taking Jeongguk’s wrist and bringing his hand to his lips, lazily taking his index and middle finger into his mouth. 

Fuck

Jeongguk feels his dick twitch, watching Jimin’s mouth wrap so prettily around his fingers, feeling that gentle sucking sensation around them, the warm wetness already addictive. Maybe he should ask Jimin to help him endure a blowjob next..

Jimin swirls his tongue around his fingers, coats them in saliva before popping his lips off. Then he guides Jeongguk’s hand back to the fleshlight.

“Just like with your tongue, you need to tease her clit.”

Jeongguk’s gaze is still fixed on Jimin’s lips, as he touches the fleshlight. It’s only when Jimin grabs his chin and turns it away that he registers the words. A blush creeps up his neck. He’s never been so fucking obvious before.

He just focuses on the task at hand, teasing the lips, up to the clit, rubbing little circles around it, flicking it like Jimin taught him to do, then sliding his fingers in between them, making everything wet with Jimin’s saliva.

It looks so inviting now, glistening like that.. 

he wants to taste it.

God, he only had his fingers sucked and he can’t concentrate anymore. 

“If she likes being degraded you could spit on it too.”

Jimin says, and Jeongguk tries to not think of Jimin spitting on his cock, but it kind of crawls through the bars and makes it to his mind anyway.

And instead of doing it himself, he brings the fleshlight closer to Jimin’s mouth, eager to see him do it. Which honestly, should be a sign to stop. Even Jimin looks at him, quirking an eyebrow.

“You want me to show you how to spit on a pussy? It’s not that hard, is it?”

Jeongguk swallows, but doesn’t say anything, he just waits until Jimin gives in with a shake of his head. 

Jimin wraps his hand around Jeongguk’s, brings the fleshlight a little closer and spits on it. It’s sort of aggressive, Jimin really has a certain look to him when he does things like that; his black hair a bit messy in his face, eyes all sharp, pupils blown. He really enjoys it.

Jeongguk just hadn’t expected it, Jimin being so.. so dominant. He’s always so giggly and cute and sweet and agreeable. Of all things, Jeongguk had expected him to be a tease, but not.. this.

A shiver runs down his spine, and he eagerly rubs over the lips with his fingers, a little high on the idea of coating the entire fleshlight in Jimin’s spit and fucking it. 

“Can I.. put my fingers in?”

He asks, hoping for more commands. 

“Slowly, start with one just to be sure she can take it.”

Jeongguk nods, pushing his index finger inside the fleshlight, but Jimin chuckles softly. 

“Not like that, like this.”

Jimin pushes his finger in alongside his own, angled the other way around. Jeongguk blushes just at that small touch, looking at Jimin’s pretty fingers. 

He turns his hand then, copies Jimin’s moves.

“And don’t thrust yet, try to curl it right here.”

Jimin guides his finger with his own, and curls it upwards, pressing against the ridges on the inside. 

“Around here, you’ll feel a soft spot, you need to rub against it.”

Jeongguk nods, cheeks burning at the information, but more so at the way Jimin makes him go through the motion, helps him do it. 

“Then, you can use your thumb on the clit, like this.”

Jimin goes on, voice such a nice low vibration as he shows his skills. Jeongguk watches through half-lidded eyes at how Jimin effortlessly moves both his fingers, rubbing on the inside and outside. He’s such a natural at it, Jeongguk should feel jealous. But all he can think is how he’d love to have a pussy, how he wishes Jimin could do this to him instead.

He bites on his lower lip as he watches how Jimin pushes another finger inside, and thrusts it in and out slowly. 

“Just add another finger, stretch her open, make sure you get her so desperate that she’s writhing underneath you, bucking her hips up.”

Jimin explains.

It reminds Jeongguk of last time, when he was writhing and bucking his hips up. If Jimin is that good at reading body language he probably knew exactly how bad Jeongguk had wanted it last time..

Nevertheless, he just shuts up and nods as he puts another finger in the fleshlight, enjoying the sucking sensation, the wetness of Jimin’s spit, Jimin’s fingers still alongside his own. 

“This is an easy angle though, you’ll have to do it while she’s lying down, probably while kissing her.”

Jimin goes on, and Jeongguk looks at him, a little sceptical.

“It’s.. it’s not that much harder right?”

“Not for me, but you’re a rookie, you might get  finger or wrist cramps from the other angle.”

Jimin says, sliding his finger against his own slowly. Jeongguk feels a weird feeling in his stomach, and then he looks at the fleshlight, frowning a bit. 

An idea pops into his mind then, but it’s kind of insane. He stops moving his fingers as he eyes both their positions. And as if Jimin can hear him think, he asks:

“Want me to put the fleshlight between my thighs?”

Jeongguk’s breath hitches, and he looks at Jimin a little caught, cheeks burning up just at the mental image. 

There’s nothing but a small knowing smile on Jimin’s lips. He doesn’t wait for an answer, just lies down on the mattress and lifts his legs a little, brings his knees closer to his core, clamping the fleshlight between his thighs.

Fuck.

“Try it. It’s harder like this.”

Jimin says again. 

He lies there so gracefully, black hair falling prettily onto the pillow, a twinkle in his seductive monolid eyes, those full lips opened just the tiniest bit, cheeks flushed a pretty pink.

Jeongguk swallows as he lies down too, pressing his front against Jimin’s side. This really is insane. Pretending Jimin is Do-hee for a kiss, that’s kind of normal compared to what they’re doing now.

He gnaws on his lower lip, managing his hand around the back of Jimin’s thigh, finding the fleshlight with his fingers. And Jimin was right, this angle is more difficult. Jeongguk presses his fingers inside, looking at Jimin as though he could actually feel that. 

Jimin eyes him a little dazed, nods approvingly when he starts to move his fingers. But it’s gotten a little dry, so the slide isn’t as easy. 

“You’re- you’re not wet enough..”

Jeongguk whispers, cheeks burning up because it’s not like that’s Jimin’s fault. 

Jimin’s lips stretch into a small smirk.

“Yeah? It’s not my pussy, maybe that’s why.”

“I- I meant the fleshlight.”

Jeongguk stutters, averting his gaze. 

“So, what are you gonna do about it?”

Jimin asks. Which really shouldn’t turn Jeongguk on, but it does. Especially when Jimin fists a hand in his hair and tugs it gently, urging him to go down.

Jeongguk feels his heartbeat in his throat as he understands the silent command.

“But.. but Do-hee doesn’t like oral..”

“But you do, don’t you?”

Jeongguk bites on the inside of his cheek. 

“Plus, it’s only practice. It can’t hurt.”

Jimin adds, tugging on his hair again. Jeongguk lets him this time, lets jimin tug him down. He manoeuvres himself around, until he’s looking at Jimin’s strong thighs clamping the fleshlight between them. He can see Jimin’s face just the slightest bit between his legs.

It would look prettier if Jimin was naked..

No.

Jeongguk tries to slap some sense into himself, but he’s getting drunk just at the sight, a hunger within him when he approaches. Jimin holds his hair when he licks over the fleshlight, and he even breathes in sharply as if he could actually feel it. 

So Jeongguk lets himself fantasise about it. He moans softly as he licks over the lips, tasting remnants of Jimin’s mouth on the soft silicone, making his eyes fall closed. 

“Such a shame she doesn’t like it hm? You really love to put your face in it..”

Jimin comments softly, fingers twirling around in Jeongguk’s hair, pulling on the strands. 

Fuck..

If he’s gonna talk like that..

Jeongguk gasps softly, but he nods, sucking on the lips of the fleshlight, licking up to the clit. He knows Jimin can’t feel a fucking thing but he’s still giving it his all, as if trying harder will magically make Jimin feel how good he is.

He clamps his hands around Jimin’s thighs then, pulling him closer, loving the soft surprised moan from Jimin’s mouth. 

“Such a show-off, Jeonggukie..”

Jimin teases, sounding a little breathless nonetheless. Jeongguk moans softly at the nickname, squeezing Jimin’s thigh as he spits on the fleshlight like he was taught.

“Mm.. just like that. Make me wet.”

“Mmh..”

Jeongguk moans involuntarily, reeling at the fact that Jimin refers to the fleshlight as his. He just keeps licking, flicking his tongue, kissing it as he greedily squeezes Jimin’s thighs, getting hard against the mattress. 

“If a girl really likes it, she might buck her hips like this.”

Jimin bucks his hips a little, and Jeongguk groans as he feels the fleshlight push against his mouth, searching for his tongue.  Fuck.. He doesn’t think he can go without this.. he likes this way too much. 

He pushes his tongue inside, meeting the way Jimin thrusts into his mouth, sweat prickling over his back. And as if that wasn’t far enough, Jimin pulls on his hair, forcing his tongue deeper, making him reach the clit with his nose. 

“Nngh!”

“How does it taste?”

Jimin asks, clearly loving to be in charge, to have him pliant between his legs. Jeongguk pants, trying to taste it, to breathe it in. It’s a little musky, and the taste is.. there’s a faint remnant of..

Oh..

He knows this taste.. he’s licked his own cum before.

When it registers, he feels all his restraint go down the drain, moaning quite loudly as he digs his tongue even deeper inside, hips rolling down against the mattress. 

“Mmh, you can taste it? I washed it thoroughly, but maybe it’s because I used it so many times..”

Jimin speculates out loud, and Jeongguk’s eyes roll back as he savours the taste of Jimin’s cum on his tongue, even if it’s only slight, he’s going absolutely insane. 

“Or maybe it’s because I fucked it right after our last lesson..”

“Nngh-“

Jeongguk moans, heat flaring up at his face as he remembers the sounds he heard. It’s so shameless.. He just penetrates the fleshlight with his tongue, holding Jimin’s thighs so tightly.

“You lubed it up so well for me, felt like I was fucking your mouth.”

Jimin whispers, and Jeongguk whimpers at the confession, stopping in his tracks. 

“Maybe that’s why I came so much..”

Fuck.

Jeongguk pants, letting his tongue slip out, hands having a will of their own when they curl around the waistband of Jimin’s sweats, pulling them down in a hurry. 

“Wanna fuck. I wanna fuck, hyung.”

The words leave his lips so fast, he can barely register what he’s saying. All he knows is that he wants Jimin naked, and he wants it now. Can’t wait a second longer. 

Jimin lets him struggle with it, smirk plastered on his lips as Jeongguk practically rips the clothes off of his body, until he’s lying there completely bare. 

It’s so new, seeing Jimin naked and hard, but he can only half take it in, because Jimin grabs the hem of his shirt and starts stripping him of his clothes as well. Jeongguk is so fucking horny, he’s clumsy, knocking against the headboard and making the bed creak in a hurry to be completely naked. 

“You wanna learn how to fuck, hm?”

Jimin asks, grabbing the fleshlight again. 

Jeongguk is about to say he doesn’t want to learn, he just wants to fuck, but when Jimin lies down and aligns the fleshlight with his own cock, he swallows his words.

He lies down next to Jimin, big eyes fixated on Jimin’s hard cock, pink cockhead rubbing against the wet lips of the fleshlight. 

God, it’s like watching porn live. 

Jimin has a pretty cock, too. Jeongguk is embarrassed to say that his eyes are zeroed on it, instead of the fleshlight. It’s thick and bigger than he expected. They always tease Jimin for having small hands, but his dick is quite big in contrast. 

Jeongguk bites his lower lip but a moan still escapes his mouth as he watches Jimin rub the head of his cock up and down over the lips. the sound that it makes is completely obscene, wet and dirty.

“Fuck.. hyung.”

“You need to tease it like this..”

Jimin instructs, slapping the head of his cock against the clit repeatedly, a string of spit connecting the two. 

Jeongguk can barely control himself. His cock leaks against his stomach, and he curls his hand around it to give it some friction, looks at Jimin’s cock as if hypnotised. 

“You made it so wet for me.. can’t wait to fuck it.”

Jimin whispers then, pushing the head of his cock inside. 

“Hyung- I.. I need-“

“Need what?”

Jeongguk swallows as he watches Jimin fuck the fleshlight with just the tip, rolling his hips up so prettily. Jeongguk’s eyelids sink, low moan falling from his lips as he can’t help but copy the movement, fucking shallowly into his own hand. 

Jimin moans too, sounding so heavenly as he pushes his cock in deeper, and Jeongguk makes another pathetic sound, feeling neglected, impatient as he grabs hold of the fleshlight.

“Can- can I fuck it hyung?”

“Mm, I don’t know, it’s my fleshlight, isn’t it?”

Jimin thrusts into it, and Jeongguk realises he’s holding the fleshlight at the same time, helping Jimin get off. 

Fuck.

He’s gonna go insane.

Jimin completely ignores him, fucking his fleshlight and looking like he’s in heaven while doing it. Jeongguk can’t decide what feeling is taking over. He’s horny and impatient and jealous and so fucking needy.

“Wanna fuck it with you, hyung.”

He says then, finally making Jimin stop in his tracks and look at him. 

Jeongguk doesn’t know what comes over him but he leans in a kisses Jimin, hungry for any type of touch. An electric shock runs through his body when he finally feels those soft lips on his own again, and his eyes roll back when Jimin’s tongue slides into his mouth. 

In the midst of the kiss he crawls on top of Jimin, so on edge as he grabs the fleshlight in his hand. He only breaks the kiss to look down, guiding his cock to the entrance, feeling the base of Jimin’s cock against his own.

Holy shit. 

“I don’t think it’s gonna fit the both of us.”

Jimin pants softly. 

“I want it.”

Jeongguk says, biting his lower lip as he rubs the head of his cock against the entrance, feeling the wetness. He’s so far gone when he finally manages to squeeze his cock inside. 

“Oh my god, fuck.”

Jeongguk groans, feeling Jimin’s cock press against his own in that tight fleshlight, twitching against his shaft. It’s so fucking wet, and warm. His head spins as he looks up at Jimin, mouth wide open, trying to keep breathing, but he’s moaning with every exhale, heat accumulating in the pit of his stomach.

Jimin doesn’t seem like he’s in a much better state. He’s moaning softly, trying to catch his breath, chest heaving.

Jeongguk snaps then, he can’t fucking hold it. He just starts to thrust into the fleshlight, looking at Jimin’s face while he does it. No technique or anything, just his body forcing him to fuck, to bury his cock into that tight hole over and over again. 

“Mmh fuck- Jimin- fuck.”

The feeling is euphoric. His cock being squeezed by the fleshlight on one side, and Jimin’s cock on the other. And when Jimin starts moving as well, Jeongguk sees red with desire. He moans as he jackrabbits his cock inside, fucking the fleshlight so hard, drooling over how Jimin’s cock is rutting against his own, frotting together in that tight pussy. 

“Hyung- fuck- Jimin-“

Jeongguk can’t fucking take it, panting, moaning and whimpering. He leans down and breathes Jimin in, groans in pleasure, completely transparent. 

It was never about the stupid fleshlight.

Jimin gasps underneath him, hands wrapping around his waist as he bares his neck. Jeongguk kisses it without hesitation, sucks and bites on the skin to leave a mark.

“Hyung- oh my fucking god- jimin- fuck- feels so good.” 

He pants, ramming his cock inside, feeling how he’s leaking precum from the slit, making the slide even dirtier, the sound even wetter.

“Such a virgin, can’t control yourself at all hm?”

Jimin asks between his panting, and Jeongguk feels heat spread over his back, cheeks burning at the belittling. 

Why does he fucking love that? What’s wrong with him?

Jimin grins up at him, that dark look in his eyes making Jeongguk gasp.

“Such a big cock, and for what? No technique at all. You’re fucking like a rabbit in heat.”

Jeongguk bites his lip, but he still whimpers at the insult, hips stuttering a little as he thrusts inside. 

“Gonna come in about 10 seconds aren’t you?”

Jimin teases, tilting his head, raising his eyebrow. Jeongguk feels tears prickling his eyes as he tries to hold it, tries not to chase that heat, that delicious build-up in his gut. 

“Such a pathetic little virgin. Jeongguk-ah..”

Fuck.

“Hyung-“

He feels his cock twitch, and it’s almost impossible to hold it.

“Wanna come all over my cock, hm?”

Yeah, he can’t fucking hold it. Another whimper leaves his lips as he nods and just gives into it, thrusting irregularly into the fleshlight, high on the feeling of Jimin’s cock rubbing against his own.

“Mmh.. I’ll use it as lube to fuck it even harder, would you like that?”

Jimin asks, as if he doesn’t have the dirtiest mouth Jeongguk has ever heard. Jeongguk is gonna burst, he feels it in his gut, feels his cock twitch, his balls tighten as he looks into Jimin’s eyes, moaning pathetically loud.

“And who knows, maybe I’ll let you have a taste of my cum.”

Oh fuck- 

“Oh- fuck, Jimin-hyung.”

Jeongguk comes with a loud groan, hands digging into Jimin’s waist, nails leaving marks on his skin as thick white ropes of cum dirty the inside the fleshlight, covering Jimin’s cock. The mental image has him whimpering as he thrusts a few more times, his orgasm so long and intense. 

He buries his face in Jimin’s neck, a tear rolling down the side of his cheek as he slowly rides out his orgasm, the tightness really milking everything out of him. 

When his cock softens, it slowly slips out of the fleshlight.

Jimin chuckles softly underneath him, and he pets through his hair lovingly. 

“Back to 3 minutes again, or was that 2?”

“Shut up.”

Jeongguk pants, completely out of breath, sweaty from head to toe, as he rolls off of Jimin, looking at him through teary eyes. 

Jimin only smirks at him, as he slowly fucks the fleshlight. It sounds so fucking wet, and Jeongguk can’t even pretend he’s not interested. His eyes automatically drag down to watch Jimin roll his hips, to watch his cock bury into the fleshlight, to see some of his come dribble down Jimin’s shaft, covering it in that pearly white substance.

“You like watching me fuck it?”

Jeongguk nods mindlessly, numb on his orgasm, mind all cloudy as he follows the motion. 

Jimin’s hand fists in his hair then, pulling him down.

“Why don’t you take a closer look?”

Oh god. 

Jeongguk can’t even talk, his brain is mush, and Jimin doesn’t let him come up with a reply as he drags him down by his hair to his cock, until he’s lying between Jimin’s legs and watching from underneath.

It’s the most obscene thing he’s ever watched. His eyes are wide open as he sees the full length of Jimin’s cock pulling out, covered in saliva and come, before thrusting back into the fleshlight. The wet sound echoes against the walls, and Jeongguk gasps at the vulgarity.

Not even porn lives up to this. Doesn’t show the detail of his own come trickling down Jimin’s cock, to his pretty balls, to his crack. And Jimin is so fucking pretty down there too, shaven and smooth. 

He moans, feels his cock twitch despite just having finished, and he licks his lips as he imagines what it tastes like.

“Such a pervert, Jeongguk-ah.”

Jimin says, as if it wasn’t him who made him do this. Jeongguk swallows in shame as he keeps watching Jimin fuck the fleshlight, feeling his cock twitch with every wet squelch, every moan from Jimin’s lips.

He pants softly, feeling his mouth water, but he can’t.. right now he can still pretend it was the idea of fucking Do-hee that turned him on, but if Jimin would find out he’s thinking of sucking his dick, that would just.. ruin it.

He’s so horny however, that his hand just automatically grabs Jimin’s thigh, just to have something to squeeze into. 

“Your come is so nice and wet, feels so good when I thrust into it.”

Jimin pants softly, and Jeongguk just moans at the sheer shamelessness, ears burning. 

“Missing the real warmth though.”

Jimin says, a little softer, and Jeongguk freezes.

Because, fuck, is Jimin implying.. 

Fuck.

Jeongguk feels himself grow completely hard in mere seconds, and he parts his lips a bit, inching closer, eyes zeroed on Jimin’s cock. He’s way too close now, this is way too much, but he craves it so bad. 

Jimin probably notices him inching closer because he gasps, broken moan falling from his lips as he spreads his legs wider, arching his hips up, presenting his cock.

Jeongguk is panting against Jimin’s balls, desire and excitement rushing through his body as Jimin pulls on his hair, like he wants him closer, like he wants his mouth. 

Fuck- he needs an excuse.

“I-I need to- I’m gonna clean- just- my come-“

Jeongguk brings out.

“Yeah- you should- you should clean it.”

Jimin pants, pulling on his hair even harder, bucking his hips up like he can’t wait any longer.

Jeongguk darts his tongue out, trembling with lust as he licks over the trail of his own come on Jimin’s balls. 

“Mmh- fuck, fuck.”

Jimin moans, back arching of the mattress. 

Jeongguk whimpers at the sight, eyes teary as he licks over Jimin’s balls again, tastes himself on his tongue. It feels degrading in the best way, so fucking dirty, yet he can’t get enough. 

“You need to- need to be thorough.” Jimin pants. “You should suck on them.”

Fuck.

“Hyung..”

Jeongguk moans, hips digging into the mattress to find friction for his throbbing cock. And then he licks over Jimin’s balls, and sucks them into his mouth, just like he was asked. It tastes so fucking good, and Jimin sounds so fucking good too, like he’s losing it. 

“So good- fuck- Jeongguk-ah- Jeongguk-“

“Mmh.”

Jeongguk revels in it, hearing his name like that on Jimin’s lips while he sucks on his balls. 

“Fuck I- I want-“

Jimin pants, pulling on Jeongguk’s hair quite harshly so his balls slip out of his mouth. Jimin looks at him with blown pupils, face flushed red as he pulls his cock out of the fleshlight. 

Jeongguk drools at the sight, Jimin’s cock glistening with spit and come right before his eyes. And without a warning, Jimin grabs the base of his cock and presses the head against Jeongguk’s lips. 

Fuck.

His eyes fall closed in bliss as he feels how hot and wet Jimin’s cock is, how it twitches against his lips. 

Jimin tries to talk but is incomprehensible, he just moans and gasps at the sight, holding Jeongguk by his hair as he rubs the head of his cock over his lips, taps against them impatiently.

Jeongguk pants, can’t fucking breathe anymore. 

“Suck my cock.”

Jimin demands when he finally finds his voice. it’s not even a question, he’s so fucking gone that he needs Jeongguk to suck his cock, and for some reason that turns him on to no end. 

He opens his mouth and wraps his lips around Jimin’s cock, no clue what he’s doing but it doesn’t even matter. Because Jimin moans so loudly, and pulls on his hair to make him take his entire length.

It’s dirty and wet, and exactly what he wants when Jimin starts to thrust into his mouth like he can’t hold himself back anymore. It’s good because Jeongguk doesn’t know how to do it anyway, and he likes it rough and dirty. 

“Fuck- oh my god, yes.” 

Jimin pants, bucking his hips up relentlessly, fucking Jeongguk’s mouth hard. And Jeongguk whimpers with every thrust, rutting against the mattress as Jimin uses his mouth for his own pleasure.

“Taste good? Your own come?”

Jimin asks, and Jeongguk groans, nodding around Jimin’s cock, tasting himself in the back of his throat. 

“Yeah? You like come so much hm? Always trying to have a taste.”

Jeongguk can’t help the loud moan leaving his lips, squeezing Jimin’s thigh in his hand as he feels heat accumulating in his gut again. 

“Want me to come in your mouth?”

Jimin asks, as if that’s a fucking question. Jeongguk’s eyes roll back solely at the idea, and he starts bobbing his head eagerly, trying to take as much of Jimin’s cock as possible, no regards for saliva and come dripping down his chin. 

“God, you’re so horny for it, what if Do-hee saw you like this? All desperate for my cum.”

Fuck.

Fuck.

“Nnngh.”

Heat rushes down his spine as he ruts against the mattress irregularly, chasing his orgasm, jaw going slack. 

Jimin holds his hair tightly as he fucks his mouth even harder, plunging into his mouth while Jeongguk can barely breathe, just drooling all over Jimin’s cock.

“Fuck- you look so fucking good taking my cock.” Jimin pants. “M gonna come.”

Yes

Jeongguk moans loudly, so ready for it, squeezing Jimin’s thighs, feeling Jimin’s cock twitch in his mouth, and then finally, Jimin comes.

Jeongguk’s system shuts down when he feels his mouth fill up with seed, and he whimpers as he relishes the slightly salty taste, swallowing it down eagerly, his own climax hitting him right after. This one is even more intense than the first, his whole body convulses, gut clenching so tightly as his come spurts out in white ropes against the bedsheets, and he rubs it in even more as he grinds his hips against the mattress.

He’s trembling, a pathetic, moaning mess as he sucks Jimin’s cock until he’s sure every last drop of come has been swallowed. Until Jimin hisses in overstimulation, until his cock softens and slips out of his mouth. 

“Fuck, Jeongguk-ah.. so good. That was so good.”

Jimin pants, pulling him up gently by his hair, and crawling on top of him.

Jeongguk can barely make sense of anything, but Jimin kisses him nonetheless. It’s soft and sweet, nothing like the sex they just had. Jeongguk takes his time to even his breathing as they kiss in the aftermath of their orgasm. He wraps his arms around Jimin’s back, keeps him close.

When Jimin breaks the kiss, he just looks at him with soft eyes, a little concerned

“Was that.. was that okay?”

Jeongguk nods immediately. 

“Yeah I.. I had been craving that.”

He admits softly, cheeks burning up. It feels like a weight lifts off his shoulders. They have been dancing around it, well, he has been dancing around it, trying to put off this confrontation. 

“Me too.. I thought maybe I misread all the signs when you left last time.” Jimin says, tracing his hand over Jeongguk’s jawline. “I was convinced you wanted me too, but then you took your distance so I thought maybe you didn’t want me after all.”

“No. I did- I do. I just.. was scared of the situation.”

Jeongguk says softly, not elaborating because Jimin knows exactly what he means. They’re both guys, in the same group, in a country that doesn’t accept people like them. It’s difficult enough liking a friend, but with these circumstances it’s really just a hundred times worse.

“I really hoped you weren’t just using me for experience.”

Jimin says, now tracing his finger over his lips, pecking them right after. 

Jeongguk swallows.

“No, after the first time I.. could only think about you. Whenever I was with Do-hee I just kept thinking about you.. so.”

Jimin smiles, his pretty eyes lighting up a bit. 

“Good. I’ve always had a thing for you, but when you came to me for help I just.. couldn’t pass the opportunity, though I knew I’d end up wanting more.”

Jeongguk’s eyes widen, heartbeat in his throat as he looks from one eye to the other. 

“You.. have a thing for me?”

“Don’t act all surprised.” Jimin says, chuckling softly. “I’m always all over you.”

Oh, so that’s what that was? Not just Jimin doting on him because he’s younger..

“Oh..”

Jimin chuckles again, pressing another kiss on his lips. Jeongguk feels little butterflies in his stomach.

“We should shower. We’re all sticky.”

Jimin says, rolling off of him and getting out of bed. Jeongguk stands up as well, legs feeling like jelly as he grabs Jimin’s hand. 

“We’ll figure it out together, hm?”

Jimin says, looking at him with twinkling eyes, and Jeongguk blushes as he nods, getting dragged along to the bathroom. 

“Oh and, we can continue the lessons if you want.”

Jimin says, as he turns on the shower and pulls Jeongguk into the cabin.

Jeongguk blinks a few times.

“But I’m not gonna see Do-hee anymore.”

“No, but you’re seeing me.”

Jimin says, smiling a little mischievously as he tangles his arms around his neck, aligning his lips with his ear.

“And you haven’t learned anything about rimming yet.”

Jeongguk gasps, and pulls back to look at Jimin, who only gives him a wink, before closing the distance for another kiss.