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Jeongguk is not gay, really. He’s not.

Lately, it’s just that, he’s been curious.

Some days ago he was watching porn, as one does. Just some straight porn, nothing too kinky really. At least, it seemed like it wasn’t, until the girl’s finger slipped into the guy’s ass.

He had had sort of a knee-jerk reaction to it at first, not really the experimental type. But he had been close already, didn’t want to change the video anymore. And you know, sometimes, when you get really close to your orgasm, there’s intrusive thoughts anyway.

So he had watched the screen with big eyes, sort of turned on to see something new, sort of ashamed watching something.. like that.

He would have had averted his eyes if it wasn’t for the guy starting to moan louder, talking about hitting the spot, about how good it felt, going absolutely insane for it. 

He’d felt his cheeks burn at how obscene it looked. And he came embarrassingly fast, then closed his laptop as to not be confronted by whatever just occurred. 

So yeah, not gay, just curious. Kind of. A little bit.

Every time Jimin is in his peripheral, his mind kind of short-circuits to the video, and he wonders if.. wonders about it a little- a lot.

So, Jimin is bi, he came out years ago, no one batted an eye. Fork found in kitchen. Everyone knows. Jeongguk knows. He’s known for years yet never wondered. But now he wonders. He wonders so much it’s driving him insane. 

Does Jimin also finger himself like that? 

No, he wouldn’t. He’s known Jimin for what? 10 years? He’s his closest friend, surely he would know if Jimin fingered himself. 

Then again, they don’t talk about it much. They’ve talked about porn, about how fucking embarrassing it was to get off when they were all sleeping in the same room, 7 members of the same group. But never in depth about what turns them on or off. What they do when they’re alone. Never.

And he’s never thought about it really. Jimin is bi, so he’s also into girls. And Jeongguk relates to that, so he doesn’t think about what Jimin does with guys. To be honest, he often forgets even. 

But now that he’s seen it, the guy in the video with fingers up his ass, he can’t stop thinking about it. The male g-spot, the prostate. 

Every time he smacks Jimin’s ass as a joke, it suddenly pops up in his mind. He’s always been touchy, with every member’s ass, but especially Jimin’s. It’s softer, squishy, bounces when he slaps it. And up til that video it’s always just been fun and games, never with any other intentions.

But he catches himself thinking about it more often than he likes to admit. And he sometimes looks up that video again, maybe some other videos too, maybe a lot of videos explaining how and where to find the spot, what it feels like. 

And then his thoughts drift off to Jimin. Just out of interest. If he does that to himself, if he knows these things. He probably does if he’s bi, right? He probably knows even better than he does.

He’s so curious.

Jimin’s voiced his interest in him before, even if it was supposed to come off as a joke. Made some comments about his muscles, height, looks before. He’s sure if he’d initiate, Jimin wouldn’t mind to cross the line with him. He probably wouldn’t mind if he touched him, to test a few things. 

But he should build it up slowly, get closer each time, then try a few things. To quench his curiosity. That’s all he needs.

And just as he thought, Jimin doesn’t notice at all when he gets a little more touchy over the days. He enjoys it even, reciprocates every touch, teases him with that sly grin.

The more he does it, the more Jimin starts to single him out. Gentle touches, little squeezes, hugs, massages. It starts like that.

And then gradually, he starts to hang out in Jimin’s room, says he’s bored. Stays til very late, falls asleep in Jimin’s bed. 

At first, Jimin just lets him sleep there, chooses to stay awake and read until, falls asleep on the couch. But then finally, after a week, Jimin starts to join him in the bed.

they’ve cuddled before. Jeongguk was the notorious bed stealer back in their rookie days, so it’s not that weird. But they’re 25 and 27 now, so it is a little weird. 

It doesn’t stop him, though. Cuddling is very nice. Especially because he’s single and hasn’t dated anyone in a year. Especially because this life is tiring and he misses intimacy. Especially because Jimin feels good in his arms.

And if anything, Jimin is extremely affectionate. He’s always been, but Jeongguk notices it even more now. Notices how Jimin’s cheeks stay permanently pink when they’re cuddling because he smiles so much.

And he knows Jimin has a weak spot for him. Maybe he uses it just a little bit, acts like he doesn’t like all the attention, just so Jimin teases him a little more.

Jimin also loves having a man in his bed. Though he doesn’t voice it, it’s extremely notable. His hands linger too long on his chest, bicep, stomach, thigh. In all honesty, it’s the first time he notices Jimin is bi. Nothing between them has ever been layered, but those touches burn with desire.

He acts like he doesn’t notice, gradually gets a little more touchy while cuddling. Crosses the line by burying his face in the crook of Jimin’s neck, breathing him in. Holding his waist, riding up the fabric of his shirt to touch his skin.

Jimin never comments about it. But Jeongguk does notice his breath hitch every time he takes it a step further, does notice Jimin starting to wear less clothes in bed. As if to lure him in.

“How will I ever find a boyfriend when you’re in my bed all the time hm?”

Jimin asks, grazing the subject for the first time.

He brushes his lips over Jimin’s neck as he mumbles, makes it seem like an accident.

“I have privilege over your bed.”

Jimin bares it for him.

“So- so you’re really dooming me to stay single?”

“I’m also single.”

“You’re straight.”

Jeongguk curls a hand around Jimin’s waist, feels how his skin burns up a little under his touch.

“So?”

“So, you’re not gonna give me more than this.”

Jimin likes to keep it vague. 

Jeongguk doesn’t let him though.

“What more do you need?”

Jimin stays silent, the hand caressing through his hair suddenly stops as well. 

It’s hot. Jeongguk pretends not to notice the struggle. Pretends he doesn’t know the inner turmoil he just caused.

“Well, I mean a boyfriend.. a boyfriend would- you know.. kiss me..”

After Jimin says it, he holds his breath. Jeongguk waits on purpose, lets the words sink in, lets him think about whether he should have said that or not. 

Then he brushes his lips over Jimin’s neck again, likes the way it makes him shiver. He plants a few soft kisses there. It’s the first time he notices how soft Jimin’s skin is, kind of addicting really.

“Anything else?”

He breathes out. 

Jimin swallows, tangles his hands in his hair, pushes his body closer to his own. 

“What- what about my lips?”

Oh.

He’d be lying if he’d say he never thought about it. Jimin’s lips are quite honestly the most pretty lips he’s ever seen. On a guy. Respectfully.

And what? They’ve been friends for 10 years and he’s never actually kissed him. Isn’t that something best friends do? like by accident or something, when they’re blackout drunk?

So he thinks it’s only logical to kiss Jimin, as his best friend. It’s only logical. After so many years of it not happening, he’s earned it.

He ignores the way his heartbeat picks up when he looks at Jimin. Denies the spark he feels when they make eye contact, averts them immediately down to his lips. 

They look as inviting as ever. Soft pink, pillowy.  He takes his time to lean close, just in case Jimin is fucking with him and doesn’t actually want this. But all that happens is Jimin’s eyelids sinking, breath hitching as he waits. 

So he closes the distance, pecks Jimin’s lips once, twice, softly. Tests the waters. Then he breathes out, rubs his lips faintly against Jimin’s to evoke a reaction. Jimin kisses him back softly, once, then breaks apart.

Jeongguk can only hear Jimin breathing heavily, silence stretching between them. He’s sure Jimin notices it too, that tension, that tug of desire. Those small kisses broke the dam, and all he really wants is for it to escalate.

So he nudges Jimin’s nose with his own for another kiss. He gets to really feel Jimin’s lips press against his own, gets to engrave it in his mind. And it is everything he dreamed of. More than he imagined. Soft and sweet, could pass as just friends being silly. 

Like, he could do this every night and it wouldn’t change a thing between them.

“Anything else?”

He whispers.

“you- you call that a kiss?”

Jimin gently bites on his lower lip after, and Jeongguk feels heat rush down his body. 

“Wasn’t it?”

Jimin shakes his head, rushes to peck his lips again, pulls on his hair. 

“Not enough.”

“Not enough what?”

He rubs his hand up and down Jimin’s waist, breathes in the air Jimin breathes out. He feels Jimin lick over his lower lip then.

“Not wet enough.”

Jeongguk’s ears burn up. Can’t believe jimin  says things like that. Wonders if he’s always that shameless in bed.

He swallows as he goes in for a real kiss, opens his mouth a little more. And this time it’s definitely not passable as just playful, just a kiss between friends. The way their lips slot together intimately, the way Jimin licks over his lips a few times, trying to slide it into his mouth. It’s anything but innocent. 

He doesn’t let Jimin lick into his mouth however, likes playing with him like that. 

“Better?”

“More.”

Jimin breathes out, trying to reconnect their lips right after.

“More what?”

“I want to make out.”

Lips crash against his own then. it hurts but it hurts good. Jimin’s tongue slips into his mouth without warning this time. No asking for permission or anything, just taking whatever he wants. 

He should’ve guessed Jimin to taste like soju, it’s sweet and a little bitter. Just as addictive as the curve of his back, as addictive as his peachy ass. He could never get enough of squeezing those plump cheeks, never gives them a second of rest. When they’re in his peripheral he simply has to touch them. 

Maybe that’s another reason he wants to know if Jimin fingers himself. Wants to know  what it looks like, Jimin’s small fingers buried between those soft cheeks. God, can he even reach the spot?

“Mmh.”

He breaks the kiss to take a breath, doesn’t acknowledge his half-hard cock. 

Jimin looks at him with lust-glazed eyes, cheeks all rosy, lips spit-slick. Jeongguk has to do a double take, needs to engrave this in his mind. He’s always thought Jimin was pretty, but never seen him quite like this.

“You look good.”

understatement.

He wonders how much better Jimin would look when his prostate is being hit over and over again. 

Did he say half-hard? Scratch that, he’s fully hard. 

He squeezes Jimin’s ass, lets his fingers slide a little more towards his crack, tries not to be too suspicious. 

Jimin keeps looking at him like he wants to say something, maybe he wants to stop before they cross a completely different line. Making out is overseeable, right, that’s just a silly little best friend thing. They don’t have to talk about it, don’t need to feel awkward about it.

But Jeongguk doesn’t want to stop, doesn’t want Jimin to tell him to stop. So he just leans back in, kisses him so he doesn’t get a chance to talk. Doesn’t get a chance to think.

He presses their bodies close, forgets that his hard cock is now snugly pressing against Jimin’s hipbone, creating an opening for bad decisions.

Jimin gasps into his mouth.

“Jeongguk-ah-“

“Mmh?”

He doesn’t let him finish the sentence, just reattaches their lips for another kiss. Jimin moans, tiny hands running down over his chest, stomach, v-line. Dangerously close to his cock.

His ears burn up as he squeezes Jimin’s ass again, rubbing his fingers a little more into his skin, a little deeper between his cheeks. 

The way Jimin halts tells him that he’s aware now. That he knows what he’s trying to do. The reaction is instant. Jimin’s breath hitches, and he presses his body even closer, opens his legs a little for him. 

He wants it.

Fuck..

It’s awfully quiet when he dips his fingers deeper in his crack, rubs them over the fabric of his boxers, right over his rim. 

“J-Jeongguk.”

“What?”

He pants softly, looks at Jimin who’s eyes have closed in bliss, head fallen back a little bit. Jimin shakes his head, doesn’t say anything, just moves his hand down to spread his ass cheeks for him a little more. 

Jeongguk swallows as he watches, sees how Jimin bites his lips to hold back his moans whenever he rubs over his hole. He’s hypnotised by it, feels so good knowing he’s making Jimin feel like this.

“Do you ever finger yourself?”

He asks, because, he needs to know.

Jimin’s eyes open just a little bit, and he nods then, finally confirms what Jeongguk has been thinking about non-stop. 

He just nods in response, swallows as he keeps rubbing his index and middle finger over Jimin’s rim, wants to feel it without the fabric, wants to push them inside already. 

“Jeongguk-ah..”

It sends shivers down his spine hearing his name on Jimin’s lips like that, and he feels his cock twitch. Feels like he’s wanted this for over an eternity, like he deep down has always wondered what it’s like to have Jimin all for himself.

Jimin mumbles something then, it’s inaudible.

“What?”

“still not enough.”

“Not enough what?”

“If- ah- if you’re supposed to replace the idea of a boyfriend-“

“You said a boyfriend would kiss you. I’ve kissed you already.”

He says, just to be a dick. Because he knows Jimin will protest, will try to win him over now. That’s exactly what he wants.

Jimin writhes against him, soft moans and gasps falling from his lips as he tries to make his fingers enter him even though the fabric of his boxers are in the way. Jeongguk loves seeing him so desperate, makes his entire body light on fire. 

“It’s not- ngh- it’s not enough.”

“No? Need something else?”

Jimin nods immediately, pulls his own boxers down, doesn’t even have the patience to take them off properly, just lets them hang halfway down his legs.

Jeongguk watches while his mouth waters, how Jimin spreads his cheeks for him again, leans into him and begs with his eyes for him to continue. 

“Want me to finger you?”

“Mmh.”

Jimin nods, panting already, without even being touched. 

Fuck, he’s so hot.

“Spit or lube?”

Jimin’s cheeks turn dark red at the question.

“S-spit.”

“What was that?”

“Spit.”

Jeongguk can barely keep his hips from bucking against Jimin, never been this turned on from just foreplay. He spits on his fingers, sucks them into his mouth to coat them in saliva. 

“Need some of yours too.”

He doesn’t, really. But Jimin eagerly opens his mouth to suck on his spit-slick fingers, looks like he’s savouring the taste on his tongue. 

Jeongguk wants to fuck him.

He wants to fuck him really bad. 

He hurriedly slips his fingers out of Jimin’s mouth, sees the way Jimin follows them like he’s not done sucking.

God.

“I’m gonna-“ He pulls Jimin’s leg over his hip without much grace. “gonna fuck you.”

His eyes open wide after he’s said it.

“With-with my fingers.”

He adds quickly.

Jimin doesn’t reply for a second, but then nods, tangles his arms around his neck to keep him close. 

Jeongguk bites on his lip as he slips his fingers between his cheeks, squeezes and spreads them so he can rub his index over Jimin’s rim. 

“A-ah.”

Jimin’s soft, broken moans fill his ear as he continuously rubs little circles around his hole. It’s so soft, feels so inviting. Especially all wet with spit, he tries to imagine what it looks like, closes his eyes in concentration.

“It’s- it’s so soft here hyung.”

He breathes out, pressing one finger against his rim, not pushing it in yet. 

Jimin moans louder, presses back against his finger to try and make it slide inside already. Jeongguk would have teased him longer if the sight wasn’t so fucking hot. His patience runs out completely, so he just gives Jimin what he wants. 

He slowly pushes one finger past his rim.

“F-fuck- fuck.”

Jimin leans his forehead on his shoulder, arms trembling around him, holding onto him for dear life. 

He’s seen in videos that he has to take it slow, until Jimin is ready for more. So he just focuses on gently curling his finger, getting lost in how warm and soft and tight it feels inside.

Jimin however, starts moving his hips already, fucking his finger while moaning against his collarbone, drooling all over him. 

“That good?”

He asks. 

“Mm.” Jimin pants, digging his nails into his shoulders. “Been thinking about this for ages.”

“Yeah?”

He feels pride swell in his chest as he rubs a second finger against Jimin’s rim. 

“Always wanted me like this?”

He pushes it in, likes the way it slides so easily,  as if Jimin is made for it. And he loves how Jimin’s back arches so prettily. He kisses him along his neck, knows he shouldn’t leave any marks but he’s kind of losing his common sense. 

“Yes, I- I just wanted to have you for a night..”

Jimin pants.

“Really?”

“Ngh- yeah, to make you realise.”

Jimin pulls him closer by his hip with his leg.

“Realise what?”

He nudges Jimin’s nose with his own, coaxes him for another kiss. 

“That I’m the best you’ll ever have.”

Jimin whispers, kisses him right after. Jeongguk moans into his mouth, believes every word he says. He thrusts his fingers into him harder, loves the way his hole clenches around them, sucks them in deeper.

 He needs to fuck him. 

Needs to fuck him so he knows what he’s missed out on for the past 10 years. Needs to fuck him to see if it’s true. That Jimin is the best he’ll ever have.

He’s delirious with lust when he pushes a third finger inside, needs to stretch him open if he wants to put his cock inside.

“Thinking about something?”

Jimin asks between kisses. 

“Mmh.”

He slips his tongue in Jimin’s mouth to shut him up, kisses him dirty and wet while he tries to find that spot. Wants to find that spot that made that guy go insane, needs to make Jimin fall apart like that. 

He curls his fingers, feels something that fits the description, and then rubs against it. 

“Ah! Fuck.”

A string of saliva is still attached to their lips when Jimin throws his head back. Jeongguk watches it, then looks up into Jimin’s eyes. They’re rolled back in pleasure. So he keeps doing it, keeps rubbing against that spot, circling his fingers against it, making Jimin gasp for air.

“Can’t reach this, can you? With your own fingers.”

Jimin shakes his head, grinds back on his fingers to keep feeling that spot being hit. He looks so fucking beautiful like this. Fucking himself on his fingers. It’s exactly what he thought Jimin would feel like from the inside, so soft and tight, sucking his fingers in with ease, a nice squelching sound every time he thrusts them in particularly deep.

“Jeongguk-ah..”

“Mmh?”

“A boyfriend would fuck me.”

Oh.

His brain short-circuits. He can only open-mouthedly stare at Jimin.

And then he nods frantically, slips his fingers out to take off his clothes in a hurry. Jimin is so right. He’s so right. He should fuck him. He deserves to fuck him, he’s waited for so long to be able to fuck his hyung. 

His hands tremble when he crawls on top of Jimin, takes his boxers off and spreads his legs apart, travels his lust-glazed eyes over his body. Jimin is arching off the mattress, nipples stiffened, chest flushed. 

Fuck.

He’s gonna fuck Jimin.

His eyes dart over to Jimin’s, sees how he also seems to realise what’s happening, panting with wide eyes, but still lifting his leg up for him and allowing him to go on. 

Jeongguk’s cheeks burn up as his eyes make their way to Jimin’s hard cock, his slicked up rim, pink and pretty and waiting for him. 

“Fuck.”

He can’t wait. 

Can’t think.

He just spits in his hand and lubes up his cock as he stares at Jimin’s hole, feels it twitch when he lines up the head with his rim. 

“Fuck- Jeongguk-ah.”

Jimin can’t keep his head up when he finally pushes inside of him. It’s such a fucking sight, Jimin grabbing the sheets and fisting them in his pretty hands, his breath hitching, eyes closing tightly in pleasure and pain.

Jeongguk feels his cock being sucked in so well, warmth clenching around him. He gasps, never knew Jimin would feel better than any girl he’s been with. 

“Fuck, you feel amazing- fuck.”

Jimin moans in return, still adjusting to the size, panting so prettily. 

Jeongguk squeezes his hands around Jimin’s thighs as he watches his cock push inside inch by inch. The sight has him trembling with lust. Can’t fucking believe he’s never tried this earlier, could have had Jimin like this so long ago. 

Everything in his body is urging him to take. To fuck Jimin hard and come inside of him, make him completely his. 

“I- I want to move- can I move?”

“Yeah- yes.”

Jimin breathes out, just as impatient.

Jeongguk doesn’t have the decency to take it slow. After just one stroke his body takes over and his mind shuts down. He pushes Jimin’s legs up and hooks them over his shoulders, hips bucking on their own command, thrusting into him hard. 

“Fuck- Jeongguk-ah. Take- take it easy-“

“I can’t.”

He pants, leans down to capture Jimin’s lips in a kiss in the hope his body will calm down a little. But when Jimin’s tongue slips in his mouth he feels a shiver run down his spine that makes him slam his hips into Jimin.

“Ah!”

Jimin pulls on his hair, body arching off the mattress. 

“Jeongguk-“

“Fuck sorry- I just-“

Jeongguk can’t muster the words, only feels red hot desire, the need to fuck Jimin hard and fast. Like he’s been holding back for years, and all that energy is now being released. 

“I just want you so bad.”

He says as he realises it at the same time, never thought it was rooted this deep, but as he rolls his hips into Jimin he feels like he’s finally made it. This is what heaven feels like.

He watches in awe how Jimin moans and flushes red under his gaze. And when Jimin moves his hips to meet his thrusts he’s sure he ascends.

“Mmh fuck. I want to fuck you harder.”

“Jeongguk-ah.”

Jimin wraps his arm around his neck and pulls him in for another mind-numbing kiss. When their tongues slide against each other, the feeling goes straight to his cock. That same warm wetness around him, sucking him in just like how Jimin sucks on his tongue. 

“Mmh.”

Jeongguk’s eyes roll back in pleasure. Heat coils in his gut as he listens to his balls slapping against Jimin’s skin with each thrust, listens to Jimin’s moans and whimpers that turn him on even more. 

He breaks the kiss just to look into Jimin’s eyes. the absolute prettiest man he’s ever seen, eyes all glassy, lips swollen, cheeks flushed. 

“Why haven’t we done this before?”

He pants, pushing Jimin’s leg up even more as he fucks him, loving how deep he can go, how Jimin’s body eagerly welcomes him in.

“Don’t know- fuck. Thought you were straight.”

“Thought that too.”

He pulls Jimin into another kiss, can’t function without those lips on his own. 

God fuck, he’s been missing out. 

It drives him insane how it’s took him 10 years to realise he’s wanted this. Always written away his desire for admiration, yet as he sinks into Jimin over and over again he knows this must have been a secret he’s kept all for himself.

“A-ah- Jeongguk- I’m so close.”

Jimin moans, unable to kiss back any longer, just revelling in every thrust, getting lost in pleasure. Jeongguk bites his lip to prevent himself from moaning too loud, just sees Jimin’s cock bounce up and down, slapping against his stomach. 

He’s never done this to another man, so it feels weird when he wraps his hand around Jimin’s cock, but at the same time it’s exhilarating. 

“F-fuck- you don’t have to-“

“Let me.”

He insists, trying to match the pace of his hand to the pace he’s fucking Jimin. To his surprise, Jimin’s got a thick cock, fills up his hand so good, feels all hot and heavy when he jerks him off.

“Oh- oh fuck I’m gonna come-“

Jimin pants, bucks his hips up into his hand irregularly, body shimmering with a pretty layer of sweat, back arching off the mattress as he throws his head back into the pillow.

Jeongguk gapes at the sight beneath him, sees his cock fill Jimin up to the brim, and then  he’s met by the prettiest cumshot he’s ever seen. Jimin comes with his name on his lips, all over his own stomach and chest, paints himself white.

“Oh fuck that’s hot-“ 

He feels pleasure pool in his gut, heat spreading through his body. He digs his fingers into Jimin’s thighs and bites his lower lip as he rams into him, eyes fixed on that pretty hole wrapped around his length.

Jimin whimpers in oversensitivity, and Jeongguk leans down to kiss him, to drink it all up, to drown himself in it. 

“You feel so fucking good.”

He pants, sinks even deeper into him, angles his hips a little differently, hears Jimin’s breath hitch, followed by a loud drawn-out moan.

“Ngh- oh my god I-“

Something warm splashes against his stomach, and when he looks down he sees Jimin is coming for a second time. 

That sends him over the edge. 

His vision turns white when he finally comes, body shaking, moans escaping his lips along with countless Jimin’s as he holds him close.

Jimin’s nails drag down his back, Jeongguk reels with the idea he’s gonna be able to see that for a while. God, there’s nothing better than marks on his skin to remind him of the best orgasm of his life.

Jimin clenches around his cock, milks his orgasm until he can’t move anymore. 

Then he collapses on top of Jimin, completely exhausted. For a while he’s just catching his breath, drowsily kisses over Jimin’s neck as Jimin caresses through his hair. 

It’s so comfortable it’s insane, how he doesn’t even feel the weight of what just happened. How it doesn’t feel like anything’s out of place. As if this was always meant to be, Jimin was always supposed to be his.

“Jimin..”

“Mm?”

“Did you come twice?”

“Yeah.”

Wow. 

Jeongguk silently gloats. His first time with a guy and he made him come twice. He made Jimin come twice.

“I can feel you smile against my neck.”

Jeongguk buries his face deeper into the crook of Jimin’s neck.

“No you can’t.”

“I can hear you smile too.”

He lifts his head, looks down at Jimin. And god, he’s glowing. His cheeks are a little rosy, eyes sparkling, skin radiant, lips so pink. He finally understands what afterglow is about.

“What? Something on my face?”

“No.” Jeongguk shakes his head, thinks about kissing Jimin again but he doesn’t know if the moment is over. “You just look pretty after sex.”

Jimin quirks a brow, tilts his head a little, hair falling over his forehead.

“Yeah?”

God.

Jeongguk is about to start believing because there is no way this man underneath him is real. 

“Did you start sleeping over in my room because you wanted this?”

Jimin asks then, nods at their bodies still connected.

Jeongguk looks down, slowly pulls out so he can lie next to Jimin, gets a bit more comfortable.

“I.. have been thinking about fingering you. For a while.”

“Oh?”

“I saw a video. Couldn’t stop thinking about it.” 

He drapes his arm around Jimin’s waist, pulls him closer, presses up against him. He can’t really go without it now that he’s had a taste. 

Jimin wraps his arm around his neck, caresses through his hair. 

“Felt like you knew what to do.”

Jeongguk feels his cheeks burn up.

“I.. kind of watched a lot of videos about it.”

Jimin chuckles.

“Yeah? Just for me?”

Ah, it’s embarrassing when Jimin phrases it like that. But it’s true, essentially. He watched those videos with Jimin in mind. His lack of response just makes Jimin smile.

“You could have just told me, hm? Would have saved you all the time sneaking touches, coming into my room and playing this all out.”

Jeongguk’s eyes widen.

“You.. knew?”

“I guessed, but you just confirmed it.” 

Jimin grins. 

“Ah.” Jeongguk averts his gaze. “That obvious huh?”

“Mmh, but it’s cute.” 

Jimin presses a kiss on his cheek, nudges his nose with his own. Jeongguk wants to say something but Jimin’s lips are too close to function so he kisses him first.

“Did I play the part of your boyfriend well?”

He asks, nipping on Jimin’s lower lip. 

“Bit too well actually.” Jimin pulls on his hair gently, eyes closed as Jeongguk licks over the seam of his lips. “You should keep playing it for a while.”

His heart skips a beat.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, like, maybe for 80 years?”

He looks at Jimin, feels his insides melt. All his thoughts of being straight and not really wanting to settle down dissipate. 

“You sure?”

“Well, you just made me come twice, I don’t think I’m gonna find anyone like that anytime soon.”

Jimin shrugs, smile tugging on his lips. 

Jeongguk clicks his tongue.

“Is that why you said 80 years? You think after that you might find someone else?”

Jimin laughs, throws his head back against the pillow.

“At age 107 I think I’d probably die after even one orgasm.”

Jeongguk chuckles, pulls Jimin a little closer.

“I’d still fuck you.”

“You’d be 105.”

“Still younger than you.”

He gets a hit against his chest.

Jeongguk goes in for another kiss, thinks that he could definitely get used to this.