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Jeongguk was never an avid fan of Kim Taehyung’s little masquerade parties.
Even when he was his first cousin and his father had always liked the older boy’s approach towards being social in their society, telling Jeongguk to take notes, to learn for god’s sake. But who would tell him that Jeongguk never wanted any of that. What he’d wanted was an escape from this, time alone in a secret garden, reading and probably watching stars. He didn't want to attend those parties, always making excuses to run away. But for the first time in years, his excuses didn’t work, his father seeing right through his silly lies. And that becomes the first time he actually attends the masquerade party dressed up and for the whole.
Becoming the first time he meets Jimin.
He had no idea that his cousin Kims were harboring friendship with one of the most powerful aristocrats of the town - the Parks, their youngest son being Taehyung’s friend, apparently. When Jeongguk sees him amidst the masked crowd, he wouldn’t know why, but his presence glimmers - making him appear so different among the rest. And that's exactly what makes it almost impossible for Jeongguk to take his eyes off of Park Jimin.
If Jeongguk himself was dainty - silk clothes, dark curls and all, Jimin was all about that staunching elegance. His sharp eyes, even behind that silver dotted mask, were so intense when they fell over Jeongguk, didn’t even waste half of time before he was approaching him, names asked and greetings whispered. If Jeongguk had no course to leave Taehyung’s party alone, he’d done it with Jimin, seeking solace in each other’s presence behind the mansion, in the garden under the orange tree. Jimin had taken off his mask for the first time and it wouldn’t be wrong for Jeongguk to admit that he had his breath hitched in his throat. The older boy’s earthy blonde hair had been brushed back, dark silk adorning his milky skin. His eyes were the lightest shade of brown, fierce and beautiful above his pointed nose and round lips.
And Jeongguk had liked this more than he should.
He’d taken off Jeongguk’s mask himself, making the younger turn crimson under his touch. For many reasons, he’d believed Jimin was confident - reaching and doing things Jeongguk could merely think about. He wouldn’t know if Jimin had his heart beating too quick when he was with Jeonnguk but he’d like to know. Would've tried to find out if it weren’t for his breath quickening, heart racing and hands trembling whenever Jimin would come any near.
They’d started with small talk that day, introductions and all. Soon enough, he’d seen Jimin coming to the Jeon mansion, his father accompanying him. Somehow he’d figured out that Park family’s sudden interest sparked in the lands owned by Jeon family wasn’t all natural. The driving force behind it had his lips quirked in a knowing smirk when he’d met Jeongguk at his mansion, shyly asking him to a walk in the gardens (because Jeongguk may have had elaborated, saying that the gardens back home were prettier than those at Taehyung’s). Their second meeting was less shy, more conversations, tender eye contacts and gentle brush of skin.
Somehow it had been so easy to talk to Jimin about everything and anything. The boy had listened to Jeongguk with great attention, as if his seamless monologues about the stars was worth all the information in this world. Jimin had talked about his routine, horse riding, learning the family business and of course, fostering the thought of eventually finding a good life partner. Jeongguk wouldn’t even exaggerate when he says his ears perked at the last mention, never knowing why he’d care for Jimin’s life like this. But then Jimin had asked him his routine, his ambitions and future, putting it along the line of, “We are friends now, aren't we?”
And how Jeongguk would like to be much more than that.
Their secret or open meetings don’t come to an end just then, continuing through Jeongguk’s however uneventful life for around eight months. Having to see Jimin just appear out of thin air at the most unexpected places would light up his days, holding hands in utter demure as his cheeks would turn red, maybe, just maybe masking the same expression on Jimin’s face. He had known Jimin had liked him, making excuses to see him and all, bringing him flowers and writing him not-so-discreet letters that have Jeongguk’s insides melting each time he reads my dear, or to the loveliest, written in Jimin’s neat hand-writing. So when the first time they kiss, it has Jeongguk floating , heart soaring so high that he thinks he would faint. Jimin’s lips are so, so soft against his, breath warm on his cheek and fingertips holding his chin oh-so-gently.
Jimin always had a faint whiff of citrus green scent surrounding him, so Jeongguk had an idea that maybe the boy would taste the same too. It takes him around their third kiss to figure that out for the first two times had been shy pecks. However the third time, when Jimin’s tongue initiates a kittenish lick against Jeongguk’s lower lip, the younger finds his fingers tightening at the front of Jimin’s shirt, inexperienced lips wanting more. Jimin had tasted like the freshest of mint and rain, felt like bare feet against the cool grass. Jeongguk had known he’d wanted more, yet had no courage to ask for it, sitting there with his mouth parted long after Jimin had left, or even back in his room, twirling his curls between his fingers and then casually brushing his fingertips against his own lips, missing the taste of Jimin’s lips on them.
They’d named themselves as lovers not long after that, clearly realizing what they felt for each other had run more deeper in their beings than they’d like to think. He’d thought about it for several coming days, weeks perhaps. Thinking how each time that the thoughts of Jimin would cross his mind, his heart would race with desire, mind entertaining all the adventurous thoughts of having Jimin touch him in places he wouldn’t let anyone else near. For once, he’d felt like he couldn’t just sit here and wait this out because this craving for a different kind of love wasn’t something he can cater for long. He may be young and in love but so is Jimin, yet he believes the older will guide them through tough times and places, like a knight in shining armour.
So for the first time in his life, Jeongguk musters up courage and comes up with a plan.
Taehyung’s next party is special. He’d found out that the older boy was hosting a normal party for the first time in a while instead of his ministrations with the masquerades, sending out planned invites to the aristocrats and noblemen. He’d called it benefitting for their business, giving his father a helping hand as he’d gone out of way to host this out of town, at the mansion they have in the heart of the mountain. It was away from home and that lone had ideas sparking in Jeongguk’s brain. A little more prying and he was told that Jimin would be arriving, however there’s no news on if he would stay the night like some close guests of Taehyung would do, or not.
Nevertheless, Jeongguk decides he would make him stay.
When their eyes meet in the crowded hall, dark curtains and tiled floor, Jeongguk’s heart picks up speed. Even after looking at Jimin for so long, he still wouldn’t get used to the sight of his fierce gaze yet such soft eyes that makes Jeongguk want to close his own and let go, turn putty in Jimin’s arms. The older boy makes his way towards him, smile etching his lips upon spotting his lover. On his body he supports a dark shirt with an embroidered wine colored waistcoat, a necklace with his family sign - a black star - hanging against his chest. Jeongguk watches his eyes take him from bottom to top, taking in his dark pants, silk white shirt with frills that he may or may not have bought only for this occasion. It stretches over his skin in such a smooth manner and curls around his neck, bringing out his curls that frame his cheeks.
“Jeongguk.” His name from Jimin’s lips makes his world stop, minimizing everyone else until it's just him and Jimin, and his heartbeat behind his ears.
“You came.” Jeongguk manages to say.
“Taehyung told me you were coming.” He says, “And I hadn’t seen you in a while, my dear.”
“You saw me two days ago.” Jeongguk can’t help but smile, an immediate effect on Jimin whose lips curl in a grin.
“Every moment without you is harsh.” He shrugs, “I acquired this new book about stars from father’s library, wishing you’d read it to me. But my duties didn't let me come see you.”
“You always fall asleep when I read you a book.” Jeongguk complains.
“What am I to do when your voice is so beautiful?”
Jeongguk smiles, “There is a balcony behind the mansion.” He says with a bite to his lower lip, wide eyes scanning Jimin’s face for any confusion however all he sees there is fondness, “The full moon from there appears as if it has taken a step down. Would you come and watch that with me?”
“And when have I ever said no to you?”
So the first thing they do after excusing themselves from the eyes of everyone is to kiss. Jeongguk is taken aback when Jimin just cradles his cheek to press his lips against his. “You look so beautiful tonight, my love.”
“Really?” He asks, still breathless, “It’s just a very common attire, I suppose.”
“I don’t know.” Jimin’s fingers twirl in his curl, tucking it behind his ear, “You look beautiful, is all.”
The pair stays at the balcony for a long time, talking and talking, never getting tired of what the other has to say. Jimin goes all the way to pluck a flower from the hanging vine beside the balcony just to settle it in Jeongguk's curl, telling him how pretty his hair looks. As the moon travels down the horizon, indicating the deepening of the night, Jeongguk takes his lover by the hand and to this room that he is supposed to stay in the night.
"I should be heading home." Jimin tells him.
"No, stay." Jeongguk murmurs before closing the door and stepping inside to take a seat in front of the dressing mirror, examining the flower that Jimin had placed in his hair. A cosmos , he smiles at the dainty orange flower.
"Are you staying?"
"Yes."
"Are you asking me to stay the night with you?"
There's more than one way to put it. Jeongguk doesn't know which way Jimin is really referring to, but he nods regardless. It's either way, he decides.
Jimin cradles his face again, Jeongguk's heart thrumming under his chest. "Did you plan all this?"
"I may have…" Jeongguk mutters, "Don't you want this?"
Jimin looks like he's about to cry from happiness as he presses his forehead to Jeongguk, "More than anything. But, my love. Don't you think it's too soon?"
"No…"
"I could talk to your father, ask for your hand." He says while his fingers remain busy caressing Jeongguk's ear, "We could get married. He wouldn't turn me down."
"That'd take years." Jeongguk frowns, "He would wait for you to become Lord Park from Master Park, own lands and make your name, but I won't wait." He says, "I can't wait."
"Do you really want this here?" Jimin asks, probably just making sure as he presses light kisses against the corner of Jeongguk's mouth.
"Yes." Jeongguk doesn't even waver, heart filling with pride for being so courageous.
"I'm so honored that you want it to be me." Jimin says, now holding his face with both hands. “Can I kiss you?"
Content sighs and sounds of kisses fill the entire expanse of his room as Jimin attaches his lips to Jeongguk’s once the permission is granted, tasting what belongs to him right away. Jeongguk hears his heart behind his ears, drumming as it becomes a labor for him to breathe, Jimin’s tongue curling against his and drawing what comes out as whimpering gasps from his throat. Heat travels around his neck and cheeks at the mere sounds of their kiss, knees trembling as they buck back against the edge of the bed and with a thump, Jeongguk is sitting down, Jimin still caught on to his lips as he kisses him. He lets go of Jeongguk’s lower lip with a tug of his teeth and the younger boy feels a delicious sensation run down his gut, rolling in his abdomen.
“I could go on and kiss you all night,” Jimin whispers, pressing another tender kiss to his lips, “We don’t have to go any further if you want.”
“Silence.” Jeongguk breathes without opening his eyes, “Stop talking.”
“My love?”
“I have thought about this, Jimin.” He says finally, sighing through his teeth, “If you don’t want this then I can’tㅡ”
“No…” Jimin quiets him quickly, “I would want this so much. It’s just… none of us have everㅡ before…”
“We’ll learn.” Jeongguk replies earnestly, “If you stop talking now and undress me.”
Jimin’s breath hitches in his throat and it makes Jeongguk giggle as to how audible that is. “Spare a weak heart.” Jimin comments before hooking his ringed fingers in Jeongguk’s collar.
The way his hands go about Jeongguk’s face, touching his skin and cradling his cheeks with utmost care, Jeongguk can’t help but let short sighs of content escape his lips. He had thought it would be scary, even nerve racking for their first time being so intimate, but Jimin, like many other times, makes it so easy and simple. His delicate fingers undo the first two buttons of Jeongguk’s silk shirt, letting his fingertips trace his neck, Adam's apple and jaw with such intricacy that Jeongguk wants to lay down and feel his hands all over him. Jimin’s journey continues down his collarbones, undoing the first button towards his chest.
“Tell me they praise you everyday for being so beautiful.” Jimin whispers, irresistibly leaning down to mouth at Jeongguk’s jaw and down his neck, indenting a sweet kiss against his skin, “That you have someone who just sits there and tells you that you’re the most beautiful person in the world.”
“I don’t think that’s a job, baby.”
“I’ll make it one.” He says regardless, nuzzling at his collarbones and finally parting his lips to lick at the bone, kissing it right away. Jeongguk’s whole being shudders and his tetchy hand grounds in Jimin’s hair. The older boy silently undoes the rest of his buttons, lips never leaving his skin. The moment that silk shirt rides off Jeongguk’s shoulders, falling back on the sheets in a bunch, he swears he sees fire in Jimin’s eyes. “I’d kiss you all over, make love to you so good.”
“Jimin…” Jeongguk hears himself produce a sound somewhat akin to a whine.
The older boy puts a little pressure on Jeongguk's shoulders, nudging him to lean back against the headboard before he situates himself between his legs and cups his face with both his hands, capturing his lips within his. They kiss for so long that Jeongguk's lips go numb, grounding their thoughts and buzzing with the remainder of Jimin's touch on his lips when they let go. Jimin leaves a hair's breadth between them to look at Jeongguk's face, eyes wide and all. His fingers curl in Jeongguk's locks before they tuck them behind his ears and proceed to touch his face.
"They're so pretty." He whispers, touching Jeongguk's birthmarks, one by his nose, the other at the tip and then the one under his lower lip, "This one is my favorite."
The dark haired boy has his heart swelling as it sinks simultaneously. Jimin was as good with words as Picasso was with art, he wouldn't even draw a line between that.
"Is it?" He dares question, "I've never seen you kiss it to prove."
Jimin's smile is so charming, a stray lock of neatly brushed back hair escaping and framing his forehead. Without a word, he leans in and licks under Jeongguk's lip, right at the birthmark, before placing a delicate kiss against it. Jimin's hands travel down Jeongguk's bare chest, dragging fire along. Cool air hits his nipples and Jeongguk feels them getting hard, perking with interest. Suddenly, his pants are too tight for him but he wouldn't take them off, not until Jimin does it for him. He knows he's being too bold for a virgin but so is Jimin, two pure souls just trying to find love and pleasure within each other's bodies.
"If we get married, I'd kiss you like this everyday." Jimin says, peppering feather light kisses against his neck, collar, chest and heart, "All over your beautiful, gorgeous body."
"Jimin, please…"
"I've got you." He murmurs, mouthing against his right pectoral, dangerously close to Jeongguk's sensitive point, "I've got you all so good, my love." And finally, finally, his lips brush against Jeongguk's nipples.
Heat travels at the speed of light between his legs, cock twitching with pleasure feeling of Jimin's pecks against the hardened nub. "I'm… it's…"
"Sensitive? I know." Jimin breathes against it and Jeongguk silently writhes under him, "I know, baby. I will be gentle."
Jeongguk's fingers thread in Jimin's blonde hair, eyes so fond of his lover. If he wasn't sure before, he knows now that there's no one else he'd marry but Jimin, choosing to spend all his life with him in that split second. Gradually, Jimin lowers his mouth against his nipple again, starting with a small lick around the areola. Jeongguk turns his head to side, pressing his thighs together to chase whatever delicious friction he could muster, somehow the drag of the fabric of his pants feeling so pleasurable against his cock. The tip of Jimin's tongue on the bud is agonizingly slow. Jeongguk grounds his fingers in Jimin's nape, letting out small sounds of appreciation.
The moment the older boy completely engulfs the darkened bud in his mouth, lips so sinfully soft around his skin, Jeongguk feels tingly all over. The heat pooling in his abdomen is suddenly too much and there's a strange weight between his legs that he can't even explain. Jimin is true to his words, gentle and tender as he sucks on the nipple, letting the frail fingertips circle the other one. Jeongguk wants to speak, wants to tell Jimin that it's too much and if he doesn't stop, something might happen. But that's the thing, he doesn't even know what would happen.
Jimin lets go off of his nipple to whisper, "I've got you…" against his skin before he sucks again, never getting enough of Jeongguk's skin.
He physically feels the heat gathering in his abdomen before it's too much to bear. The more he holds it in the more it hurts, burning with pleasure in each drag of the fabric. "J-Jimin…" The older never answers, continuing to suck deliriously. "I… I can't…" He utters before he finally lets it go, eyes rolling back as he feels the heat exiting his system. For a second, he even thinks he peed himself but that's not the case, not when Jimin looks up at him with a flush as red as a blooming rose covering his cheeks.
He'd come untouched, just from Jimin tending to his nipples.
Tears begin to catch on to Jeongguk's eyes, a strange humiliation hogging his brain. He'd come before they could do it together, like how he'd imagined them in his mind, with Jimin buried inside him and it feeling so, so good. He didn't think it could happen before, like this, without Jimin even looking at his cock.
"I'm sorry…" He murmurs.
In a matter of seconds, Jimin gains his conscious, reaching up to cup Jeongguk's cheeks, "No… No, my love." He whispers, peppering sweet kisses against Jeongguk's eyebrows, "You did so well, I'm proud of you."
"I couldn't even hold it in."
"So can't I." Jimin tells him, "You have no idea how hard I'm trying, baby. You're so beautiful and I don't want to hurt you."
"I ruined it for us."
"No, you didn't." Jimin says before holding on to Jeongguk's hand, "See." And just as boldly, he guides his hand right to his crotch, letting his hand graze against his hardened length.
Jeongguk's eyes widen, "You're…"
"Merely just by watching you shirtless." Jimin chuckles embarrassingly, "Look at us shy virgins."
At this, Jeongguk can't help but laugh through his tears. Jimin joins him before placing his head in his neck and holding him close, taking a small break and just basking in each other's presence. But that’s only until Jeongguk feels his pants clinging to his skin.
“My pants,” He tries to wiggle them off, moving away from Jimin, “They’re uncomfortable.”
“Want to take them off?”
Jeongguk nods before Jimin’s hands are at his waist, pulling the soiled pants down. Merely some moments ago, the move would have sent Jeongguk’s feelings skyrocketing but now it feels so calm and relaxing, like letting Jimin take care of him after a long, long day. He can’t help but think if that’s how he’s going to feel everyday after he marries Jimin? Even if Jeongguk feels at ease, Jimin’s eyes grow hooded the moment he lays them on his lover’s bare body, now devoid of any clothes.
“You’re so beautiful.” He repeats as he throws his pants away to reach his face again. Jeongguk wants to press his thighs together and hide himself but something about having released once makes him so at ease. He can’t even imagine what Jimin is going through right now. So as soon as Jimin is by his side, his hands are on the blonde’s collars.
“You haven’t undressed yet.”
Jimin looks down on himself as if he’s completely forgotten about himself, unaware of his own needs. And then his gaze meets Jeongguk, "Baby we don't have to take it any further. You're at ease and that's all that mattersㅡ"
"No." Jeongguk replies simply, already unbuttoning Jimin's waistcoat and pushing it off his shoulders, "I… I can do it again." He says without meeting Jimin's eyes, concentrating on the buttons on his dark shirt. He doesn't even know if he can go again, body feeling sluggish after the first attempt, but he wants to be good for Jimin, to make his lover feel like he's the best he'll ever have out there.
Even when he knows there's no one else Jimin would even look at but him.
"Love," Jimin catches onto his hands before cupping his cheeks, pressing assuring kisses against the tip of his nose and the corner of his lips, "Are you sure?"
Jeongguk nods, round eyes peeking at Jimin. "I want this… for us."
Jimin nods then, a sweet smile on his lips and he looks so handsome with his hair brushed back and lighter brown eyes all attentive to Jeongguk. "Alright." He says before pressing their lips together again, in a kiss much sedating than the ones before.
The blonde's curious hands run over Jeongguk's body, holding him by the waist to squeeze at his hip bone. Jeongguk lets his own hands work quickly against the buttons, taking off Jimin's shirt in a frenzy. His fingers toy with his pants button before he pops them off, hearing Jimin gasp in his mouth before biting down on his lower lip. He lets go off to breathe against Jeongguk's lips as the younger pushes down his pants, freeing his aching length.
A fresh wave of heat travels down to his own length at the sight, twitching with interest again. Jimin is breathing in small pants against his neck. He backs away before Jeongguk pushes his pants any further below, gently relocating himself between Jeongguk's legs.
"Whatㅡ"
"I'm trying to ground myself, darling." With this, and without a warning, he lowers his head to mouth at Jeongguk's inner thigh.
The sensation leaves the younger with a hitched breath in his throat. Jimin's lips are so sinful against the unblemished skin of his thighs. His blonde head disappears as his mouth continually travels down towards the most sensitive areas on his skin. Jimin lets Jeongguk’s knee fold, tracing a trail of kisses along his inner thigh and hip. The younger reaches to ground his fingers in Jimin’s hair but the boy is docile, covering the entire expanse of Jeongguk’s skin in an unknown frenzy. His own legs are buckled under him, bare length rubbing against the sheets to chase the same pleasure that Jeongguk had tasted not long ago.
He wants to make Jimin feel good, pull him close and kiss him all over just like he’d done to him but the more he reaches down to grab a hold at older’s hair, the more quicker Jimin becomes, now locating his lips against his balls and making Jeongguk’s whole system convulse with pleasure. He gently sucks on the sensitive skin before mouthing at the sac. Jeongguk all but melts, throwing his head back and letting his legs loose as a beautiful cry makes it past his lips.
“J-Jimin… please…”
The elder seems to have turned deaf ears to any of Jeongguk’s pleas, continuing his tender kisses along his length as he rocks his hips against the sheets. His sucks grow harsher with his hips rutting harder, eventually gasping against Jeongguk’s skin, wet patches covering him all over, as he releases. The sounds he let out are downright sinful and Jeongguk wants nothing more than to just memorize them for the rest of his life. Jimin nuzzles at Jeongguk’s hip joint as he rides out his high, growing sleazy with every passing moment.
“Jimin?” Jeongguk tries to call, definitely dealing with a semi hard length once again. He gets up to push Jimin up and cup his cheeks.
“I’m sorry…” Jimin apologizes sleepily.
“Now we’re even.” Jeongguk says instead, smiling as he pecks Jimin’s lips.
Jimin tries to tell him that they don’t have to take it any further now that they’d both been exhausted chasing their release. His assuring hands massage down Jeongguk’s skin as they lay covering their bare bodies with blankets and holding each other close.
“I have read into… things.” He tells Jimin instead, “I want it to be tonight.”
“Baby, you know I’ll hold you and wake up with you the next morning even if we don’t make love.” Jimin says, causing a blush to creep on his cheeks at the mention, “This doesn’t change anything.”
“There’s still so long to go,” Jeongguk looks at the moonlight still ablaze outside the window, “I don’t want it to just end… yet.”
Somehow that gives his understanding of his emotions, turning their positions so Jimin faces him, asking how he wants to take it. No doubts, both of them are as inexperienced as it gets. Jimin is Jeongguk’s first and Jeongguk is Jimin’s first, it's that simple. But that wouldn’t mean Jeongguk hasn’t been doing some reading and looking at things he wasn’t supposed to look at, all but to make his lover feel good.
“I can…” Jimin bites his lip, narrow eyes shy as he focuses on a mole at Jeongguk’s neck when he talks, “I can hold us both… um, in my hand and just… do this…?” He suggestively wraps his ringed fingers around Jeongguk’s semi hard length to pump it once.
Jeongguk ignores the shiver running down his body as he pushes Jimin’s hand away, “No.” He says, “You… uh, have to prepare me.”
“Where?” Jimin is so, so endearing when he asks this with his lips parted and eyes round while his hand lies there, ready to engulf Jeongguk’s length and pump him slow.
But Jeongguk wants to dig a hole and bury himself six feet under it. His ears sure are crimson with how embarrassed he feels, never realizing that his virgin self is still as shy as it gets, even when they lie here naked, seen each other in places he’d never let anyone else see. Jimin must have sensed his inner turmoil for he leans in, capturing his lips in a sweet kiss as he offers his hand to Jeongguk, “Guide me.”
Indulging them in another kiss, Jeongguk grabs a hold of Jimin’s hand, guiding it between his legs and brushing against his entrance, trembling at the contact, “Here,” He mutters against Jimin’s lips.
“Is it…” Jimin hand sure stops dead in tracks, “It will hurt.”
Jeongguk shakes his head, curls coming loose and framing his cheeks again, “Not if I’m prepared thoroughly.” He says, “I have some oil and I just… have to go in one by one and eventually stretch myself enough to take youㅡ”
And Jimin shuts him up with a mind-numbing kiss. His tongue presses against the roof of Jeongguk’s mouth as his lips curl around Jeongguk’s. “I’ll do it.”
Jeongguk doesn’t think he has to wait to die to see heaven because Jimin’s fingers might be his heaven on earth. The older had situated himself between his legs, kissing all over his hole and leaving some visible marks on his cheeks. Now he’s there with two of his fingers working inside Jeongguk’s entrance that makes it hurt as well as feel good. The sensation is so confusing because one moment he feels like his skin will tear apart and the next he feels something so delicious stirring inside of him. Jimin’s fingers move smooth, covered with oil that Jeongguk had provided earlier. They put a steady pressure against his walls, like the way a very shy Jeongguk (technically a blubbering mess) had explained to Jimin. He knows the hurt will have its cons, that after Jimin gets to push himself inside of him, he will feel euphoric.
“Jimin…” He throws his head back, “Please… need you…” His length throbs against his stomach, begging for release that he knows won’t come easy like the one before. Jimin’s hand on cue moves faster inside him introducing the third finger and unintentionally rubbing against something that has Jeongguk gasping, moaning loudly. “D-Do that… do that again…”
And Jimin does. A wave of searing pleasure is sent right to his cock, that dribbles the pre-come against his skin. Whatever part Jimin brushed with his fingers had the mind-blowing sensation taking over all his body. He all but uses every ounce of energy in him to pull Jimin up, removing all his fingers from his now empty hole, gaping around nothing. The kiss they share is messy but it conveys Jeongguk’s sentiment.
“Please…”
“I’m right here, sweet love.” Jimin is breathless, his own length painfully hard between his legs. Jeongguk doesn’t wait for the permission before he reaches for the oil and slicks his fingers in a swift motion to wrap around Jimin’s cock, covering the shaft with oil that will make the slide easier, and guides it to his hole. But then Jimin is leaning in, cupping his cheeks. “Are you sure about this, baby?”
“When you ask for my hand in marriage, I’ll say no!” Jeongguk replies desperately, earning a hearty chuckle from Jimin.
And just as gradually, and for the first time, Jimin finally pushes in, his head catching on to Jeongguk’s rim. And it hurts. Hurts enough for the younger to cry for once, turning his head away.
"Just a little bit more," Jimin tries to coax him, obviously holding himself together as he pushes a little more.
"I… I can't…" Jeongguk mumbles, shaking his head.
Jimin leans up to face his lover, "Would you… would you want me to kiss you?"
"Yes…"
The moment their lips join, Jeongguk finds his mind getting less aware of the burning stretch and more aware of Jimin's beautiful lips around his. They taste like him, tastes like mint and citrus greens. His tongue slips in and meets Jeongguk's, earning a sigh from his throat. In no time, he pulls away with the realization that he's pushed himself completely inside Jeongguk, now buried to the hilt.
"You… you feel so good." Jimin barely makes out, "You feel like heaven, my love."
Jeongguk smiles through the haze, glad that they're on the same page. "Do I?"
"Yes," Jimin nods, nuzzling Jeongguk's cheeks, "So tight and…" He sighs, "I won't last long."
"So won't I." Jeongguk affirms, "Would you move?"
Jimin nods, before biting his lower lip and pulling out, dragging the length against Jeongguk's rim and it burns. But when he pushes in again, he somehow manages to hit the exact same spot his fingers had brushed against earlier and set Jeongguk's body on fire.
"Oh, Jimin!" Jeongguk's fingers tighten around Jimin's nape, "Again… again, please."
Jimin complies, pulling out and pushing in again to hit those nerves again. Gradually the slide becomes easier and the burn subsidies, leaving only the delicious waves of pleasure to coat his walls with each thrust. Jimin wraps his arms around Jeongguk's slim waist, pulling him close and above his thighs. He'd already proposed the idea of using the other position to hurt Jeongguk as less as possible but the younger hated that position, presenting his logic with the fact that the suggested position isn't intimate at all and he wouldn't be able to look at Jimin's face.
Jeongguk is all but sitting on Jimin's lap now, taking in each of the thrusts, grazing right against his sensitive spot. Jimin's idle lips latch onto his nipples before they pepper kisses all over his skin. The same heat pools in his stomach again, traveling down his abdomen. His ball sack feels heavy as it is constantly stimulated against Jimin's skin. He throws his head back, feeling Jimin's lips purring in his neck, murmuring something along the lines of, "I'm close…"
He lets the pleasure consume him, clenching so tight around Jimin that the older lets out a broken moan, before Jeongguk comes. He sees stars, as the sensation spreads around his entire abdomen, sending waves of sparks to his entire body. His stomach paints white and he moans. It's so loud, hard and definitely takes every piece of energy inside him. His hole clenched so tight around Jimin that he almost thought it would pull out but Jimin pushes back in, thrusting through Jeongguk's high. It's only a matter of moments before he feels Jimin spilling inside him, hot and wet. His whimpers are like music to Jeongguk's ears who makes sure to cup his cheeks and watch his face when he comes, looking at the pleasure on his face that he put there. Jimin's brows furrow and lips part, little sounds coming from his throat.
He looks ethereal, shining in the moonlight as his bare body is there for Jeongguk to take. He knows there's no one else he'd love the way he loves Jimin, wanting him in more than one way. And he knows that there's no one else he'd rather have his first time, or more to come in future, with. He'd always dress up pretty for his lover to take him apart just like he did today and he could trust him with it, everytime.
Because he'd only bought that pretty silk shirt so Jimin could take it off.