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The lights were blinding but that didn’t stop him from flowing to the pounding music as if he was fluent in body language. His hips were always dangerous, leading those around him to linger stares across his body glistening with a thin layer of sweat. Jeongguk didn’t mind the attention, in fact he craved it. He’d unbutton a few more slots in his top and buy jeans a size too small just so they’d cling to his thick thighs and thin torso.
The drink in his hand spilled over the edge with each sharp turn, causing his hand to remain sticky to the touch. It was simply an excuse to stock up on countless refills, yet despite the constant throwing back of his head, he never went over the edge of tipsy.
The cologne lingered upon those he swept past to get across the room, eyes shifting everywhere in hopes to see the familiar pink hair shining under the dim neon lights. It was all a game at this point. You’d think they were acting like children if the game didn’t consist of who’d last longer under the shaky breaths and racing hearts.
Jimin had no idea how he got there. One second he was lounging in his small apartment when he received a text with a location from an unknown number, and next thing he knew he stood in the corner of the bar knocking back his second beer within five minutes of entering the humid home. Using the sleeve of his shirt to wipe away the liquid dribbling from his mouth, his eyes left the marble counter as the confidence began to build in the pit of his stomach like a fire igniting.
This was a normal routine. The two would cling to one another as if lust was a newly discovered state of being. The night would mix without second thoughts or regrets and both would leave satisfied. But Jimin would also awake to cold sheets and nothing more than the lingering scent of who once occupied the space next to him along with the marks imprinted upon his flesh.
Jeongguk would run around throwing dirt upon his name simply because he knew it would provoke Jimin to show up at the next location; he knew how much the poor boy ached to have a reasonable reputation. However, their methods of ‘talking it out’ don’t involve much talking at all unless you’d count the dirty words whispered into Jimin's ears as he writhed beneath his own body.
The silk sheets held onto the emotions stuck between both minds as they pushed away all past memories of escape that each had imprinted into their lips. Instead of words molding into comfort, teeth clashed against teeth as the sweet taste of cherry candy was slipped from one tongue to another.
It’s just how things worked between the two now. Attention was craved and hearts no longer ached for one another. Jeongguk hated the idea of Jimin with anyone else but still was too afraid of the commitment to stop the tease of the chase; and so it commenced. He’d jump from party to party and always slide the address over. It could be weeks between messages, months even, yet Jimin showed up every single time.
That’s how the night began.
Pushing away from the velvet topped stool, Jimin let his boots clink against the tiled flooring as he could practically feel the presence of the younger near him. He may have been older, but his frame was built in such a way it seemed he was made to be submissive. Not that either minded. Jeongguk always left blossoming purple flowers across Jimin’s pale canvas leading from behind his ear all down his chest; handprints remaining on the elders hips for days at a time, leaving a reminder of who was in control; not that Jimin needed reminding. His high pitched whines of Jeongguk's name alone were enough to prove his stance, but Jeongguk liked the extra indirect attention he received when Jimin was forced to be spotted with poorly covered marks covering every inch of flesh.
It’d been three months since the last text which only meant Jimin was fresh and ready to be wrecked once again.
The two's eyes connected from 15 feet away, leaving the younger to smirk as he sipped the last of his drink while sauntering towards Jimin. Quickly, he threw back the final gulps of his bottle, but a few drops fell past his plump lips and down his neck ins messy trails. Jeongguk was quick however with his long strides meaning before the substance could stain the white shirt, his tongue was lapping up the sweet streams causing Jimin’s eyes to flutter from the crashing waves of old feelings being lit up.
His small hands grasped the messy locks at the nape of his neck, the warning growl not going unnoticed. The vibration against his own vocal chords only led him to tug further, earning him his first flower of the night with a few nips of teeth and drawls of saliva.
Without admitting anything, they both missed the feeling of bodies molding as one as the night grew young. Words were simple and to the point when the loud popping sounded in their ears with the release of attack on Jimin's neck. Warm, and still sticky, hands let Jimin across and up the roped off stairs that led to the luxurious rooms waited to be rented out. However, Jeongguk was widely known and needed no permissions nor down payments. If anything, the hosts would be honored to have such a name leaving his sweat and angst against their sheets.
Regrets were usually never brought up in the midst of their sessions, but tonight one was left on the tip of Jeongguk’s tongue. The night would have to be rushed seeing as his appearance for this party wasn’t on his schedule. It was simply a pop in just to see the strawberry boy, but that was yet another thing left to be unadmitted.
Quick was the opposite of what they both worked with, but seeing as the months between the two were far too many, the pent up frustrations were high enough to let the euphoria release early.
Jimins back bounced off the bed, shirt already on the floor yet he wasn’t quite sure when it slipped past his body. Jeongguk crawled over him with his painted on jeans unable to hide the aroused state he was left in just from the brief interactions. Jimin would be lying if he said he was anything less than eager as his hands reached out to pull their bodies flush.
A groan was sounded out from the brief friction, leading Jeongguk to pin the elders hips down. Despite his frantic actions to move and lead the interactions, they both knew he was aware it would never happen in his control.
Wet lips parted against the others sloppily in the dark room. The one light shining was a deep purple bulb shining from the overhead lamp. It only added onto Jeongguks mysterious, yet intriguing aura.
The bass of the music from downstairs vibrated their racing hearts furthermore leaving Jimin unable to tell which was making his ears ring so loudly in that moment. Despite the deafening thumps, the loud slick sounds of their mouths connecting didn’t go unnoticed. Neither did the rut of zippers clicking metal on metal as Jeongguk slowly began to move his hips.
Jimin craved more skin against his own. He always loved tracing the rippling muscles down his back and across his legs. He was a masterpiece that sat before him, yet this time he remained fully clothed besides the tease of his chest shining through the opened buttons. The warning was already whispered into his ear that they had to rush every movement, but a promise followed that the next location would come much sooner than he’d expect. Jimin didn’t doubt that. Jeongguk did and said a lot of things, but breaking a promise was not one of them.
Hips moved frantically until the silk bedding swooshed beneath Jimin’s gripped hands, head straining upwards causing the cherry taste to leave his presence, now leading down his neck once more. He let the soft sounds escape, learning from previous times to never hold back.
Both connected mentally, knowing when one another was close. The embarrassingly short time it took was left unspoken between them as Jimin’s sounds grew louder until he was gasping into the hot air that still smelt of Jeongguks countless alcoholic beverages. The movements pulled through full speed until all that was left was countless pants and the sweaty cotton being slipped back overhead.
With a chaste kiss, Jeongguk let his promise slip out once more before he was leaving a few more marks to remember him by. His breath lingered on his lips one last time before he slipped through the doorway, the stale taste of whiskey still in Jimin's mouth as he licked over his lips; declaring to himself this was the last time he’d follow Jeongguk to his next hideout.
But where’s the fun in that?