Jungkook focus

Jungkook was happy and curious, but also extremely anxious. The last might have caused him to wake up with the first ray of sunlight. Since then he was staring at Jimin's soft face, wishing that the older would wake up, but also fearing it because he had no idea how to handle everything that had happened. Of course, he somehow had known what he was doing and what he had wanted and still wanted, but last night under the blanket of mission-adrenaline and darkness the whole situation had looked more manageable.

Also, they had just given each other hand jobs yesterday before they had fallen into bed so exhausted that they had barely been able to exchange a proper goodnight kiss, and Jungkook was kind of grateful that it had stayed at a level he knew well enough not to do something wrong. But that also left him with curiosity. He wanted to know what else there was, how else he could turn Jimin into the fascinatingly erotic mess he had been last night. Because, holy shit, that had been hot.

But right now, he was restricted from touching and could just feast his eyes on the adorably squished sleeping face of his roommate. The charmer looked truly stupid like that, but somehow Jungkook found that endearing.

No longer able to keep his hands to himself, he poked the plush bottom lip, amazed how soft it was. When five seconds later he found himself playing that funny children game where you wiggle your finger over the bottom lip to make weird sounds, he decided that he probably should wake Jimin up in order to stop himself from doing more stupid stuff.

"Jimin?" he asked quietly, wiggling a little closer on the mattress. "Jimin?"

When the older still would not wake up, he poked him into the side. And that seemed to do the magic.

The brunette looked uncommonly grumpy at the rude wakeup-call, but once he had opened his eyes wide enough to see Jungkook, the frown changed into a beaming grin, and Jungkook found himself in a tight embrace, face pressed to the warm chest of his lover and inhaling the scent of hotel shower gel and something undeniable Jimin. When he found himself thinking of the other as his lover, his smile faltered a bit. Were they lovers?

Unsure of how to ask, Jungkook lifted his head to look up into the brunette's face and was met by a pair of cacao eyes. "Morning, boyfriend," Jimin rasped and let his eyes fall close again. Well, if this was not a delightful start into the day. A little more confident, Jungkook slung his arm over the smaller frame next to him to pull his boyfriend flush against himself.

But their bodies were not the only things that collided. A little startled he realized that there was an undeniable hard cock pressing against his stomach. Jimin chuckled softly above him, apparently well aware of the situation.

Perhaps it was time to resolve some of the curiosity that prickled in his fingertips. A little over-confident, Jungkook rolled on top of his boyfriend and slid further down until these glorious thighs rested above his shoulders and he was faced with the half-hard erection, but now he was unsure of how to proceed, so he just stared. Technically he was aware of how a blowjob worked, but he felt not ready to perform it, yet.

"What- Jungkook, what are you up to?" Jimin asked wide-eyed, sounding a little shocked and a little proud.

"I don't know. You tell me," Jungkook answered with a shy smile. He must look like an idiot with his head between Jimin's legs and smiling uncertain, but his boyfriend seemed more than elated by the picture if his round eyes were any indication.

"Give me your hand," Jimin demanded and Jungkook obeyed, gasping when Jimin began to suck on his fingers. Well, if that was not a picture to get aroused over. Amazed he watched his fingers vanishing between the tempting lips over and over again. "Start with putting in one," the older said slightly out of breath when he let go of his slick fingers.

Putting in? Jungkook wondered for a second before he understood. Now, this sounded interesting, indeed. A little clumsily he parted Jimin's buttocks to reach where he thought he would never touch someone else, smeared some of the saliva over the puckering muscle and then pushed in his middle finger. And, hell, this was a reaction! With a deep satisfied moan Jimin let his head fall back onto the pillow and spread his legs wider.

"Move a little," he pressed out an instruction, though there was no need to tell Jungkook. He had already started to explore the new situation he was in. Literally in. And it somehow felt amazing. Jimin's hole snuggly hugged his finger, making it feel like it wanted to suck him in deeper in the warm wet and soft mystery behind. God, this must feel amazing around his cock. Experientially he pulled out completely and pushed back in just to get the funny feeling of being sucked in once more.

"Try pressing upwards when you push in," Jimin rasped, looking like he enjoyed himself very much. But he was a little too calm for Jungkook's taste. More like he got a nice massage than being penetrated by a finger.

So, Jungkook followed the order and curled his finger upwards on the next try. "Yessss," Jimin hissed and arched his back a little, "Exactly like that. Do it again."

And, oh, how Jungkook liked this. With every push of his finger Jimin became more worked-up until he could not hold his hips still anymore and moved and whimpered in synch with Jungkook's touch to chase his own pleasure.

"One more finger, please," Jimin whined while his small hands ghosted over his naked chest, sometimes seeming like they wanted to grab his leaking erection, but always pulling back like he denied himself that kind of stimulation.

Needless to say, Jungkook was as hard as a rock. His dick was pressing into the mattress rather uncomfortable, but he did not dare to rut against the sheets like a needy teenager. There was something way more interesting going on in front of him, and he wanted Jimin to fall apart by his hands before he would grant himself attention. So, he fulfilled the man's request and added another finger to the game, moaning with his boyfriend when his efforts to ride his fingers became more desperate.

Apparently, it was the little hard nub that drove Jimin crazy, so he just concentrated on that, brushing it with an increasing speed and watching how Jimin degenerated into a moaning dazed mess. It looked obscene how the tight muscle was clenched around his glistening fingers and how Jimin's cock smeared precum on his stomach with every desperate twitch of his body, and Jungkook wanted nothing more than to watch his boyfriend cum, so he threw all his worries overboard and licked a stripe up from his lover's balls to the tip of his cock, only to suck on the head like on a lollipop. Fascinated he watched how Jimin's lips parted for a silent scream and how his back arched beautifully off the mattress, before a strong hand pulled Jungkook's mouth off its newfound gag and several streaks of cum painted his boyfriend's stomach and chest in soft patterns.

"Fuck!" Jimin pressed out, looking quite fucked-out and moaning in postcoital bliss, and Jungkook watched patiently until the older calmed down from his high.

"Why did you stop me?" he asked his lover once the hand in his hair had switched from a tight fist to combing through his strands.

"Don't know if you like the taste of cum," Jimin answered and grinned.

Well, Jungkook would have to try in order to know, wouldn't he? Determined to settle that question now, he unhooked his shoulders from under Jimin's thighs, crawled a little higher and licked up some of the white substance before he met his boyfriend at eyelevel.

"Weird," he stated, rolling the bitter-salty taste through his mouth. Maybe not his favorite, but not too bad either.

"Did you just..." Jimin said, mouth gaping and eyes wide.

"Well, yes?" Jungkook asked, unsure of what the other had expected of him.

In the next second, he was pulled in for a kiss, and screw it that he was smearing them both with cum when he lied down on Jimin, this was heaven.

Though it would be even better if his dick would not demand his attention by pulsing between them.

"Turn us around," Jimin demanded, and Jungkook followed obediently, rolling on his back and pulling his boyfriend on top of himself. "After all, you need a reward for doing so fine." A mischievous grin played on Jimin's face, and Jungkook was more than ready to find out what his reward would be.

Just like him, Jimin slid down to lower regions, but unlike him, he seemed to have no concerns about simply swallowing his dick, so Jungkook watched in awe when his erection vanished into Jimin's mouth. And, holy shit, this felt awesome! Warm and wet and glorious. And he wanted it to continue forever.

When Jimin also started to suck and swallow around his length, Jungkook almost lost it. This was heaven. Everything seemed to spin around the point where Jimin's lips and tongue worked over his dick, inducing the overwhelming need of thrusting, claiming and taking, and when Jimin moaned around his cock, Jungkook was all gone. His stomach flexed, and his balls drew tight, and before he realized it, he was pushed over the edge. Or more catapulted over the edge. He could not remember coming this hard in all his time on this lovely planet.

"Fuck," he groaned out between all the moans that would not stop slipping from his lips. "Awesome."

And Jimin would not stop sucking until the last spasm of his hips stilled and every drop of cum was gone.

"You're welcome," the brunette said, smiling mischievously and licking cum off his swollen lips.

With a chuckle, Jungkook pulled his lover up to him and crashed their lips for another kiss. He could kiss Jimin all day long. It was intoxicating. Better than any drug he had ever tried.

"I like mine better," he mumbled between kisses, stating the truth only to mock Jimin a little.

His boyfriend pulled away and looked scandalized. "No wonder with all the sugary shit you're eating." But then he grinned again.

God, Jungkook wished every morning could be like this.

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Taehyung and Suga were the last two who joined their brunch table, and the hacker instantly grabbed the Champagne bottle to open it and start the celebration party.

"Why does everyone but me look like they're freshly fucked?" Namjoon asked after the cork had popped and Taehyung began to hand Yoongi Champagne flutes.

"Because," Jin said with a smirk, "everyone apart from you is freshly fucked."

Namjoon looked dumbstruck while everyone else was laughing.

Yes, Jungkook could definitely get used to this.

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