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Who Let His Boyfriend Be so Fucking Hot?

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The urge to interrupt him before he’d finished was overwhelming; but, then again, he probably should’ve felt bad.

Jeongguk had to stare at Jimin’s back while he looked in the mirror, leaning so close to the glass that he was almost pressed up against it. He’d hooked his finger in the neckline of his shirt, tugging it down to expose his collarbones and the surrounding skin. Jeongguk’s lower lip was trapped firmly between his teeth as he watched.

“Okay, Jeongguk,” Jimin said, words lilting with a hard edge. “This is kinda starting to get out of hand.”

They locked eyes in the mirror, and Jeongguk swallowed, blinking innocently over at his hyung.

“Do you see this?” Jimin said, turning around to flash his bare skin at Jeongguk.

The majority of his neck and shoulder juncture, as well as the soft skin over his jugular, and his clavicles were all splattered with deep purple, some of them edging green, the fresher few still burning a light red. He was absolutely covered in hickies. There were a few half-circles of Jeongguk’s teeth that curved over Jimin’s skin, but they weren’t nearly as visible— hardly called any attention when he wore a shirt with a lower neck, or one missing the uppermost button.

Jeongguk couldn’t help himself. A smirk slipped over his lips, quirking an eyebrow at Jimin as he said, “You look good, Hyung.”

He watched Jimin frown, gritting his teeth as he let his shirt slip back into place, moving to tightly cross his arms over his chest.

“Listen,” Jimin said, narrowing his eyes at his lover. His tongue peeked out to wet his lower lip.

“Listening,” he mimicked. With distracted eyes, Jeongguk swallowed, staring hard at Jimin’s soft mouth. “Kind of listening,” he muttered.

“Jeongguk!” Jimin cried, drawing Jeongguk’s attention back up. He was met with Jimin’s hard gaze digging into him. “I’m serious!”

Jeongguk sighed, tucking his hands into his front pockets. “Okay, okay.” He blinked over at Jimin, “Go ahead, I’m listening.”

His hyung stared at him for a minute before rolling his eyes. Jimin pressed a palm to his neck, half-covering some of the hickies scattered around. “It’s getting out of hand,” he said again. “You have to quit it with the marking, okay?”

Jeongguk furrowed his brow, “But you like it.”

“Maybe in the moment!” Jimin cried, mindlessly running his hand over the marks on his neck. “But it’s awful when I go out to lunch with our friends and I can feel people staring.”

He watched Jeongguk roll his eyes, frustration rolling off him in waves.

Jimin sighed. “Jeongguk— babe. Really, I love you lots, but if you can’t fucking control yourself, I’m gonna withhold shit.”

Jeongguk narrowed his eyes, setting his jaw. “You wouldn’t.”

“Try me.”

 

Okay, so, Jeongguk maybe hated himself for being so stubborn. And for not being able to control whatever the fuck his mouth was doing while he was busy fucking Jimin into the mattress.

He sat on Taehyung’s couch, babysitting a bottle of stale Black Velvet whiskey. They’d started out with Biology homework, spread out on the floor with papers everywhere and their books propped open with uncapped highlighters. But that was hours ago. Hours, and several gulps of liquor ago.

“So, a week without sex, huh?” Taehyung said after a moment of silence.

Jeongguk shook his head, swallowing down the bitter drink he’d taken a swig of. “No,” he said roughly, throat still burning. “Not a week without sex; A week without hickies.” Tae leaned over, tugging at Jeongguk’s hoodie to get a look at his neck. “Not me— Jimin.”

“Oh,” Taehyung laughed, taking the whiskey from between Jeongguk’s knees. “Well, that won’t be that bad, right?”

Jeongguk groaned, head starting to ache. “You’d think so,” he pressed his palms to his cheeks. “But I think it’s gonna be hard.”

“Why don’t you just not fuck for a week?” Jeongguk glared over at him. “Right. Never mind.”

Jeongguk let his head loll back, resting against the couch. “I don’t even really notice when I’m doing it,” he says slowly, a liquor-induced moment of self reflection. “We’ll see how it goes.”

 

Tuesday, the day after he and Jimin had arranged their little bet, Jeongguk is lured into some early morning sex. One of his favorites.

Jimin wakes him up by kissing up his neck, nuzzling into his cheek when he starts to blink open his eyes. “Hey, baby,” Jimin practically purrs. “I’m glad you’re awake.”

Jeongguk stretches out his stiff muscles as Jimin drags his fingers along his skin. “What time is it?” He asks, voice gravelly and low.

“A little after seven,” Jimin breathes into his neck. “I woke up early so we can have some fun before you have to go to class.”

Jeongguk flashes him a sleepy smile, “I love you.”

“I know.”

They make out deep and slow, Jeongguk’s hand resting against Jimin’s firm ass, the other gently cupping his face as they lay on their sides, thumb dragging over Jimin’s cheekbone as they kiss. They both taste like sleep and it should be gross but Jeongguk likes the way Jimin is so much softer in the mornings, voice sweeter, all slow stretches and gentle touches.

Jimin takes his time sliding his fingers through Jeongguk’s hair, pushing the bedhead away from his face as he carefully traces Jeongguk’s teeth with his tongue.

Jimin ends up riding Jeongguk until his thighs burn, hands flat against his chest as Jeongguk bucks his hips up. Jimin tempts him, tracing Jeongguk’s jaw with his sharp teeth as he rocks his hips, nipping lightly at Jeongguk’s flushed skin. Jeongguk is close enough that he could latch his teeth onto Jimin’s neck, secure his lips around his pulse point and suck until a heavy purple bruise blossoms amongst the others.

But he holds himself back, opting instead to wrap his fingers around the base of Jimin’s neck and drag him into a harsh kiss. He sucks on his hyung’s tongue, holding it between his lips as Jimin works himself over his lover’s cock faster, crying out when Jeongguk reaches out to fist at Jimin’s. He jerks Jimin off hard and fast, still thumbing at the head even when Jimin cums with a shout, spunk dribbling over Jeongguk’s knuckles, pooling on his chest.

Jimin doesn’t complain when Jeongguk cums inside of him; instead, he rests their foreheads together, panting in each others air until they’re stuck together with sweat and cum and Jeongguk is going to be late for class.

Jeongguk has to make Jimin promise they won’t go for a second round for him to let them shower together.

Jimin was never the best at keeping promises.

 

Wednesday doesn’t start off as a problem because Jeongguk has to leave for class before Jimin even wakes up, and by the time he gets back home, Jimin’s gone off to dance practice, so the most they see of each other all day is the snapchats Jimin shoots over an hour after his practice starts.

Jeongguk has a mouthful of cereal when he opens the snap, knowing where Jimin is, so when he shoots half-chewed Lucky Charms all over the table, he completely blames Jimin. He’d been given no warning whatsoever.

He opens the snapchat, and for a whole ten-seconds, he sees Jimin, lip caught between his teeth, eyes half-lidded, holding his hard cock in his open palm. The cheeky little fuck even had the nerve to caption it “thinking of you~~~”

Jeongguk is ready to kill him.

5:30pm

What the fuck was that

 

He shoots over a text, grinding his teeth together as he tries to wipe all the milk off his face.

 

5:34pm

What are you talking about, baby? x

 

Jeongguk is ready to kill him.

He gets a series of snapchats after that, all of them of Jimin’s sweaty figure, either posing in the mirror or moving his body in a much-more-seductive-than-necessary kind of dance.

Really, Jeongguk is going to kill him when he gets back.

Except that Jimin is exhausted when he gets home, still sticky with sweat, bangs tied up in a little ponytail to keep them out of his eyes. His arms ache, and his legs are sore— he doesn’t even make it to his room, he just dumps his bag on the floor and kicks off his shoes, pulling off clothes as he walks toward the bathroom, letting them pool on the ground in his wake.

He rubs at his eyes with the back of his hand as he pulls the bathroom door open, boxers hanging low on his hips. He almost steps under the shower head with them still on.

The hot water is pounding against his sore spine when he catches the movement of the door from the corner of his eye. Glancing over, he sees Jeongguk peeking in, hair tussled, face looking soft with sleep.

He makes his way over to Jimin, shouting over the sound of the water, “When did you get home?”

Jimin shook his head lethargically, eyelids drooping, “A couple minutes ago.”

“Can I join you?”

Jimin leans against Jeongguk as they stand beneath the stream of water, skin slick against each other. Jeongguk sways them back and forth, his arms draped over Jimin’s shoulders, holding him close.

He has to lean next to Jimin’s ear to make sure he’s heard, “Rough day?”

Jimin shrugs, “Just tough; New choreography.” Jeongguk is pressing delicate kisses over his neck, nose dragging along his jawline. Jimin has to hold himself back from saying he doesn’t mind a fresh mark when Jeongguk nips carefully at the skin behind his ear.

When Jimin tips his head back against Jeongguk’s shoulder, a light kiss pressed to his unsuspecting lips, asking Jeongguk to “please wash me up?” Jeongguk doesn’t have any choice but to indulge him. So, he pours shampoo into his palm and very, very carefully lathers it in Jimin’s hair, running the back of his hand over Jimin’s forehead when he’s worried that the suds will slip down into his eyes.

He massages Jimin’s sore muscles with their shared bodywash, digging his fingers into the soft skin until Jimin is groaning, feeling the knots unravelling as Jeongguk works. He has Jimin face the wall when he gets to his back, running his palms flat over Jimin’s gorgeous skin, tracing the dips between his bones and the rise of his firm muscles. He runs his thumbs over Jimin’s skin in circles until Jimin is keening beneath him.

When he’s bringing Jimin back beneath the stream of water, Jeongguk leans down to kiss along his cheekbones, toying with Jimin’s fingers. “Feeling any better?” He says against Jimin’s mouth, pressing a low kiss to his lips.

He can feel Jimin smile, “Much.”

They have to share the towel Jeongguk had brought in with him, so he lets Jimin get dried off first, running the fabric along his arms and legs, over his back and down his prominent chest muscles that flex when Jeongguk touches them. He towels Jimin’s hair roughly, soaking up as much water as he can before he notices Jimin shivering.

“Go get into bed,” Jeongguk says, drying himself off, watching Jimin rub his eyes as he nods and pads into the bedroom.

Jimin doesn’t even want to peel back the covers, he just wants to already be under them, already be laying atop the mattress, head on his pillow, Jeongguk wrapped around him. He’s just so tired. But suddenly he’s thinking back to dance practice, when his thoughts had drifted off a little too much, staring into the mirror and wondering what it would feel like to have Jeongguk fuck him up against the cool glass.

He’d thought about it so intensely that he had to excuse himself, running to the bathroom and jerking off, quick and unsatisfying. He’d taunted Jeongguk, hoping to rile him up enough that they’d have some pretty rough sex up against the wall (Jimin’s favorite kind). Which, disappointingly, hadn’t ended up happening.

“Babe?” He hears Jeongguk say. Without opening his eyes, Jimin knows that he’s drying his hair, listening to the flap of the towel in the otherwise silent room. “What’s wrong?”

Jimin opens one eye, watching Jeongguk toss the towel into the hamper before crawling onto the bed, hovering above Jimin’s sleepy frame.

“I thought you’d be asleep as soon as you hit the pillow.”

Jimin flicks his tongue around in his own mouth, feeling how dry it is behind his teeth. “I wanted to have sex when I got home,” he says languidly. He nuzzles the hand Jeongguk has resting next to his head. “Just a little disappointed, I guess.”

Jeongguk runs a hand through Jimin’s damp hair, “Sorry, baby.”

Jimin gives him a sleepy smile. “It’s okay, we always have tomorrow.” He can feel Jeongguk’s laugh against his cheeks.

But just as he’s starting to get comfortable with Jeongguk’s heat above him, his covers are torn away, cold air hitting his skin. He groans, squirming away from the cold. “Guk, what are you doing?”

He watches Jeongguk lick his lips, settling back on his haunches before crawling in between Jimin’s legs, “Gonna suck you off before you fall asleep.”

Jimin can’t help but laugh, hand diving into Jeongguk’s soft hair when he feels his hands against his bare thighs, hot breath already wafting over his half-hard cock. Jimin lets his eyes slip shut when Jeongguk tongues gently at his tip, letting enough saliva drip off his tongue that it starts to roll down Jimin’s length. He can feel Jimin’s thighs tense beneath his palms.

When Jeongguk takes the head of his dick into his mouth, Jimin hisses, tangling his fingers through Jeongguk’s hair, tugging at it when he starts taking Jimin in deeper, wetter. His mouth is scorching, tongue soft against Jimin’s velvety skin. By the time Jeongguk actually gets to swallow around him, Jimin is gritting his teeth together so tightly that his jaw is aching.

“Fuck,” Jimin breathes, trying to stop his hips from stuttering up.

But he can’t, not all the way, at least, so the sloppy sound of Jeongguk half-choking around his dick makes Jimin’s veins flood with guilt, even though it just made him that much more aroused, feeling the head hitting against the back of Jeongguk’s throat. He shivered.

Jeongguk is digging his nails into Jimin’s thigh, dragging them down as he sucks around Jimin’s length. The red-hot stripes that he leaves behind sting, and Jimin would be mad if it weren’t for the soft scrape of Jeongguk’s teeth at the base of his cock.

“Guk, I’m—“ he bites at his lip, pushing Jeongguk’s head farther down. “I’m gonna cum. Jesus, you’re gonna make me fucking cum.”

Jeongguk hums around him, so Jimin knows that he’s heard. He wants to tell Jeongguk to pull off, because he’s fine with just cumming all over his stomach, but before he gets the chance to, Jeongguk is delving down, swallowing him so fully that Jimin cries out, back arching as Jeongguk sucks hard around him.

He cums down Jeongguk’s throat in thick streams, bitter and salty against his lover’s tongue, but just so familiar and Jimin-tasting that after he’s swallowed everything else, he even licks the rest off the head of Jimin’s cock.

Jeongguk crawls up so he’s level with Jimin’s face, watching the way his hyung pants, cheeks red, lower lip only a second from splitting because he’s been chewing on it so hard.

“Go to sleep, Baby,” he whispers, leaning down to kiss the corner of Jimin’s mouth. “I’ll see you in the morning.”

 

Jimin wakes up on Thursday feeling horribly guilty because he knows that Jeongguk must’ve gotten hard from blowing him the night before, and he’d fallen asleep before he could even return the favor.

They’re still curled up in bed, Jeongguk still dozing, Jimin still wrapped up in his arms. But awake enough that when Jimin calls his name, Jeongguk responds with a grunt.

“What did you do after I fell asleep?”

He feels Jeongguk shift behind him, tucking his face deeper into the crook of Jimin’s neck. “What do you mean? I went to sleep, too.”

“No,” Jimin says awkwardly, face warm. “I mean, like . . .”

“Oh, after I sucked you off?”

“Um,” Jimin swallows. “Yeah. How did you . . .?”

Jeongguk lets out a deep breath, and it sends a low shiver down Jimin’s spine. “I just got off real quick before I joined you in bed.”

Jimin carefully detangled himself from a protesting Jeongguk, rolling over to face his groggy lover.

“I’m sorry, baby,” Jimin said as Jeongguk wrapped his arms back around him, curling into Jeongguk’s chest.

He pressed his lips to the crown of Jimin’s head, “Don’t be.”

“I promise, I’ll make it up to you.”

Jeongguk smiled into Jimin’s hair, “I’m gonna hold you to that.”

 

They’d planned to shower together, Jeongguk carrying him into the bathroom with Jimin’s legs wrapped around his waist, his head tucked into the crook of Jeongguk’s neck. Jeongguk set him down on the counter, hands trailing up his wonderfully thick thighs as he leaned in for a kiss, lips landing at the corner of Jimin’s mouth when he turned at the last second.

“We haven’t brushed our teeth yet,” Jimin hummed as Jeongguk pressed his lips to his cheek.

“So?” He brushed their noses together.

Jimin just smiled and chased after Jeongguk’s mouth, catching his lower lip between his teeth, licking at the soft skin as he listened to Jeongguk groan. When Jimin let go of his lip, Jeongguk leaned into him, pressing their lips together gently, dragging his palms up to wrap around Jimin’s waist.

Just as Jeongguk pulled Jimin closer to him, breathing in his taste, he heard his phone buzz against the bedside table. He ignored it, thumbs making circles on the insides of Jimin’s thighs. Buzz. Buzz, buzz, buzz

“For fuck’s sake,” Jimin said, leaning back against the mirror. He pressed his hand against Jeongguk’s shoulder when he tried to meet Jimin’s mouth again, “Just go see who it is.”

Jeongguk caught lips in a chaste kiss, “Don’t want to.”

“Babe, it might be important.”

He groaned, “Or it’s just Taehyung being an ass.”

Jimin laughed, but pushed him back again. “Just go make sure.”

Jeongguk frowned. “Fine.” He stepped over to the door, turning back to point a finger in Jimin’s direction, “But you better stay put.”

Jimin grinned at him, gripping the edge of the counter. “I promise I won’t move.”

He couldn’t hear anything from the other room, not even Jeongguk grabbing his phone off the table. Then, very clearly, he heard, “Oh, fucking shit.”

Jimin hopped off the counter, padding into the other room “What’s wrong?”

Jeongguk ran a distressed hand through his hair. “Fuck, someone got sick at work and they need me to come in.”

“When?”

Jeongguk gritted his teeth, “Right fucking now.” He threw his phone onto the bed, “Fuck my job! What the fuck.” He glanced up, meeting Jimin’s eyes. “Hey,” he teased. “You were supposed to stay.” He crossed his arms over his chest, “What am I gonna do now, when my boyfriend needs to be punished for disobeying, but I have to go into work?”

Jimin could feel his cheeks heating up.

Before he knew it, Jimin was laying face-first on their bed, hips high in the air with Jeongguk three fingers deep in his ass.

“If you take it out,” Jeongguk breathed into his ear, “Punishment’s gonna get even worse, you got it?”

Jimin could barely manage a nod, squirming, fucking himself back against Jeongguk’s fingers, the squelching of the lube somehow making the slide feel even better.

When Jeongguk pulled his fingers out, Jimin whined, wiggling his ass like it might tempt Jeongguk to put them back in. But then he was full to the brim, hole stretching, the burn fucking delicious. He could hear Jeongguk wiping his fingers clean on the sheets, the rustling of his clothes as he leaned down to press wet kisses around Jimin’s hole, catching the slick plastic of the butt plug beneath his lips, too.

Jimin shuddered, eyes damp and squeezed shut, cheek pressed flat into his pillow.

“And don’t you even think about touching yourself, Jiminnie,” Jeongguk warned, voice low.

He pressed one last kiss to Jimin’s ass cheek before saying a quick goodbye, and hurrying out the door, work uniform shoved into his bag.

 

Hours later, Jeongguk was finally back home, leaning his back against the wall of the elevator as it took him up torturously slowly. His legs were sore, feet aching from standing for so long. He just wanted to curl up in bed and watch a movie with Jimin, maybe balance the laptop on his thighs so Jimin could snuggle up against him.
A ding rang out when he reached his floor, stepping through the doors and digging into his pocket for his house keys.

He dropped his bag right after crossing the threshold, pulling off his shoes and undoing the first few buttons on his shirt.

“Jimin,” he called out, voice gravelly with exhaustion. “I’m ho—“ Holy. Shit.

Who let his boyfriend be so fucking hot.

Jimin sat on their sofa, awaiting Jeongguk’s return.

Only, he wasn’t quite sitting on the sofa, and he seemed to be pretty preoccupied. He’d straddled the arm of their couch, gripping the fabric with white knuckles as he rocked his hips against the solid arm, shifting the plug inside him with every roll of his hips.

“Hey, baby,” he said breathlessly to a gaping Jeongguk. “How was work?”

Jimin’s chest heaved, lip bitten hard between his teeth. He looked so fucked out of his mind, skin slick with sweat, hair shoved back from his face, sticking up in odd directions.

“I didn’t touch myself,” Jimin groaned, throwing his head back, hips still moving. “Not even once.”

In any other situation, Jeongguk would think he was lying. But with a gulp, Jeongguk’s eyes trailed down to stare at Jimin’s swollen cock, hard and practically fucking dripping with precum. Jeongguk had to reach down to grip himself through the stiff denim of his jeans, fingers barely holding his dick tight enough.

“Guk,” Jimin panted. “I-I’ve been waiting for you for, like, three hours,” he paused his grinding against the couch to stare over at his lover. “Would you please get over here and fuck me?”

“Fuck, yes,” Jeongguk breathed, practically tearing his shirt off, stumbling over himself as he struggled to pull off his jeans.

Jimin slid off the arm to stretch out across the sofa, spreading his legs and reaching down to press his fingers against the base of the plug. He threw his head back, toes curling when he started to slowly pull the toy out of his slick hole.

“Fuck,” Jeongguk hissed, hurrying to kneel between Jimin’s legs, gripping his ankles roughly, wrapping them around his waist. He tugged Jimin toward him, back dragging against the rough fabric seats. “How are you so fucking hot, babe? Goddammit, you drive me fucking wild.”

He spat into his hand, using the saliva to slick up his dick— not that he even really needed any more “lube," Jimin’s hole still practically dripping with it from Jeongguk’s preparations hours ago.

Jimin reached down to grab at his own ass, spreading his cheeks to give Jeongguk more access, watching as he wrapped his hand around his cock, leveling it with Jimin’s fluttering asshole.

Jeongguk pressed the tip against Jimin’s rim, watching the anticipation crawling beneath his skin. When he began to sink in, slowly, relishing in the warmth that enveloped him, Jimin tightened the grip his legs had around Jeongguk, dragging him closer, holding him still. He kicked at Jeongguk’s lower back with his heel, urging his hips to start moving, to start canting forward, to work him open and make him scream.

Jimin’s eyes squeezed shut, brow furrowing as the feeling overtook him, Jeongguk rocking into him mercilessly, hips snapping forward so hard they hit against the underside of Jimin’s thighs. He’d wrapped his fingers around Jimin’s throat— not enough to choke, but sufficient that he had leverage to fuck Jimin back onto his cock.

Jimin curled his fingers around Jeongguk’s wrist, holding him steady, keeping his fingers curled around his windpipe, groaning past the gentle pressure.

“You feel so fucking good, Jiminnie,” Jeongguk said through gritted teeth, leaning forward, resting their foreheads together as he rocked them in tandem.

Jimin whimpered, free hand coming down to tug at his own cock, knuckles brushing Jeongguk’s tensed abs.

“You take my cock so well, baby,” Jeongguk breathed the praise into Jimin’s ear, not even slipping his dick out of Jimin anymore, just rolling his hips against Jimin’s ass in a friction-filled motion that made Jimin’s legs tense and his stomach burn.

Jeongguk leaned his head down, pressing his mouth against Jimin’s neck, licking a long stripe over the sweat-slick skin, latching his lips over one of the fading hickies that he’d left days prior. He suckled at Jimin’s skin, drinking in the hormones that spilled from his pores, the ones that curled around Jeongguk’s neck and kept him fucking into Jimin.

“Guk,” Jimin sobbed, rolling his hips against Jeongguk’s. “Fucking— Gukkie, it’s so good. S-so— oh, god— so good, Guk.”

He clenched around Jeongguk, sucking him in, holding him tight— Jeongguk couldn’t help himself; he sunk his teeth into Jimin’s shoulder, biting roughly as Jimin’s warmth became too much, too good to keep him from spilling his seed far between Jimin’s walls. He rode out his orgasm, fingers digging into Jimin’s thigh, head hanging forward, low groan ripping from his throat.

He licked over the fresh mark in Jimin’s skin, hips still stuttering, tilting his head just enough to nip at Jimin’s earlobe and breathe, “Come, baby. Come for me.”

Jimin shook, legs going rigid, fingernails digging into Jeongguk’s skin as he screamed, cumming in long spurts all over his chest, painting himself white as he fisted at his cock. He turned his head, hurrying to press his lips against Jeongguk’s as their rutting against each other slowed, chests heaving, skin sticky. It was a messy kiss, all saliva and teeth and tongue, but it made Jimin’s heart clench.

“Jesus, Jimin,” Jeongguk panted. “Who let you be so fucking gorgeous?”

Jimin just laughed breathlessly.

 

Jeongguk was more asleep than not, cheek pressed into his pillow as he watched Jimin get ready for bed, eyelids heavy.

Tugging one of Jeongguk’s shirts over his head, Jimin pulled back their covers and slipped into bed, hurrying to curl into Jeongguk’s arms, fitting their legs together.

“You bit me,” Jimin said against Jeongguk’s neck.

Jeongguk just groaned, pulling Jimin closer to him, “What are you talking about, baby?”

“Earlier,” Jimin said, lifting his head. “During sex.”

Jeongguk peeked an eye open, glancing down at the expanse of exposed skin that his shirt hadn’t covered. “Oh,” he said after a moment. “You’re right.”

“I know I am.”

“I hadn’t even noticed.” Jeongguk stared at the purpled skin, tracing the curve with his eyes. He didn’t say it aloud, but he made a note of how incredible it looked against Jimin’s creamy skin. It was one of the only ones remaining, since he hadn’t been actively replacing them as they faded.

After a minute, Jeongguk’s eyes slipped back shut, “Does this mean I lose?”

Jimin hummed slowly. “I don’t think so.”

“No?” He felt Jimin shake his head. “Why not?”

“‘Cause it was definitely you biting me that made me cum so hard,” Jimin said casually.

Jeongguk grinned, dragging his fingers over Jimin’s back. “Hard enough that I haven’t lost?”

“It was that good, babe.”

Jeongguk laughed, breathing Jimin in deeply, inhaling his scent through his nose as he curled his fingers around Jimin’s delicious thigh.

“To be honest,” Jimin said after a minute. “I knew you wouldn’t be able to see it through,” he smiled, nudging Jeongguk’s chin with the bridge of his nose. “But I’m glad. I actually feel kind of incomplete without them.”

Jeongguk leaned his chin against the top of Jimin’s head, “Really?”

“Really.”

“So . . .” Jeongguk rubbed Jimin’s back slowly. “You’ll let me make up for the past couple days?”

Jimin rolled his eyes. “Then you’d definitely have lost.”

Jeongguk pursed his lips, “What if we just forget about the whole thing?” He watched Jimin raise an eyebrow. “I’ll promise you, like, five blowjobs in return.”

Five?”

“Okay, okay,” Jeongguk hummed. “Ten.”

“. . . Fine. Just don’t make them so obvious.”

“Sorry, baby,” Jeongguk grinned, dragging his teeth over Jimin’s neck. “No can do.”