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It’s Friday night and Jimin went to another party with too many people, too loud music and too much alcohol. Although it might be more accurate to say that the party came to him because everyone has gathered at his parents’ house. When he’d started college a year ago, he’d lived for these parties and hardly a day had gone by when he was not to be found at one of the numerous parties of the various student associations or one of the popular seniors who lived near the campus. As a freshman he had enjoyed these gatherings tremendously and taken every opportunity to meet new people, turning night into day for the first time without parental supervision. As a junior on the other hand he was bored out of his brains and he couldn’t seem to remember for the life of his why he’d allowed his best friend Taehyung to host the party at his place. If one of the bunch of drunks threw up on one of the expensive carpets, his parents would kill him when they got back from the cruise. He would make sure, though, that Taehyung would accompany him to hell or afterlife or their next lives or whatever for he would never part from his one true soulmate.
Anyway, these parties were always the same, dreary and dull, the din giving him a severe headache, which is why he desperately longed for a change. He hoped that someone would finally put the cat among the pigeons, so to say, provoking something exciting that would break his monotony. When someone suggested playing truth or dare around midnight, it was definitely not what he had in mind, after all that was old hat too. But then his gaze fell on Jeon Jeongguk at the other end of the spacious living room and Jimin suddenly had a sparking idea as to how the evening might become considerably more interesting.
If you asked Jimin, it was only fair that Jeongguk paid for having the audacity to come to a party at his place when he should have known he was neither invited nor wanted. The other knew very well that Jimin couldn’t abide him which had absolutely nothing to do with the fact that they’d been friends in a past that already seemed ages ago, not in the slightest. Jeongguk was simply unbearable. And if everything went as he was imagining right now, that jock would regret having come here; maybe that would finally teach him a lesson. A sneaky grin crept onto Jimin’s face as he mentally worked out his perfidious plan before he’d leisurely set about putting it into action.
Four years ago, Jeon Jeongguk and Park Jimin had been friends, best friends even, and almost high school sweethearts, with an emphasis on almost. Or at least Jimin had assumed - apparently wrongly, as it had turned out later - that sooner or later they would be more than friends. Truth be told, he had been secretly in love with Jeongguk and for a while he had thought that the boy next door, two years his junior, would reciprocate his feelings; they both just had to finally find the courage to give in. But then everything had gone downhill and Jimin never learned what could have been or rather if there could have been more between them one day.
To put it in a nutshell, they had been inseparable until the once shy, lanky boy gradually began to transform into a muscular and confident athlete. Jeongguk had always been good at anything he tried and water polo was no different. It hadn’t bothered Jimin at first, on the contrary, he had been proud of his dongsaeng. Until he’d started getting arrogant and complacent that is, rubbing every success directly in the older’s face and making him feel inadequate over and over again. With that behaviour he’d been twisting a knife in a wound he should have known better than anyone else. Only Jeongguk had known that Jimin’s parents made him feel like a disappointment since he was a child, never being able to please them or meet their expectations, unlike his brother Minjun. From then on, he had been constantly compared not only to his older brother but also to his best friend. Comparisons in which he could only lose.
So, slowly but surely, Jimin had distanced himself further and further from Jeongguk - and the younger hadn’t really stopped him. After a few unsuccessful attempts, he had given up trying to keep the older in his life. He probably hadn’t needed Jimin anymore thanks to all the new friends who’d started paying attention to him because of his increasing successes in sports which had made him more and more popular among the other students, letting him forget about the person who had once been his closest confidant.
As a result, it had been a bit of a shock when Jimin had bumped into him on campus one day. No longer being friends, he hadn’t known that Jeongguk had decided to go to the same college after graduating. However, none of them had seriously made an effort to rekindle their former friendship. Instead, they pretended not to know each other and only addressed the other by his last name - if they couldn’t avoid speaking with each other at all. Fortunately, thanks to their different majors, they didn’t run into each other very often. Jimin was doing his bachelor’s degree in music composition while Jeongguk studied photography, at least from what he’d heard.
Of course, the younger was still good at whatever he did and photography was no exception. The entire art department had raved about his work at the freshman exhibition. Like he was the next Annie Leibovitz or something. It was another reason why Jimin couldn’t wait to wipe that everlasting smug grin off his obnoxiously handsome face. As a matter of fact, Jeongguk was not only talented but also very attractive with his large doe eyes, silky black hair, cute bunny smile and a toned body adorned with multiple piercings and tattoos. It was absolutely sickening.
Now his time had come to retaliate eventually and that foolish game of truth or dare was the perfect opportunity. And the best part was that Jeongguk wasn’t going to see it coming, especially since Jimin hadn’t suggested the game himself and disregarded the younger until now, on purpose. That didn’t mean he hadn’t been paying very close attention, though. Some things apparently hadn’t changed about the younger and in addition to his extremely competitive nature, one of them seemed to be the fact that Jeongguk invariably chose truth, as if he had nothing to hide. It was infuriating. But Jimin knew how to use that knowledge to his advantage. He would challenge him, coerce him into choosing dare and make sure he couldn’t chicken out without losing his face. Just the thought of it made him shiver with excitement.
By now everyone who’d wanted to join the ordinary game, including Jeongguk, was sitting on the floor or furniture around the coffee table and they had already played a few rounds without anything special happening. A few unexciting secrets were uncovered and unimaginative tasks were mastered, the most unpleasant of which was probably the obligation to empty a whole bottle of ketchup the contents of which hopefully would not leave the stomach of the person concerned the same way it entered.
Next time it was the younger’s turn, Jimin sighed theatrically before he spoke. “What a shame that some people are too cowardly to ever choose anything other than truth.” He hadn’t addressed Jeongguk directly, yet his pointed stare at him at the word some made it pretty obvious to everyone in the room who he was referring to.
“Says the one who never dares to choose truth.” The younger retorted. Check! Jimin didn’t let his elation show, but he had trusted that Jeongguk would remember how reluctant he was to divulge secrets in the past. This evening he had deliberately chosen only dare to evoke exactly that reaction. Like a spider, he was weaving his web almost invisibly, so the younger wouldn’t notice the threads until he was already stuck in them.
“I beg your pardon?” Jimin responded with feigned indignation and let his eyes wander around the room in mock insecurity as if he was afraid of being embarrassed in front of the other students. “I have absolutely no problem choosing truth, Jeon.” He claimed with a smug smile, sipping from the plastic mug he had surreptitiously filled with soju from his secret stash instead of the cheap beer Taehyung had brought with him for everyone.
“Prove it! I take dare if you choose truth first, Park.” The younger challenged him. Checkmate! When they were children, Jimin had been able to read Jeongguk like an open book. That was no longer the case, at least not to the same extent. Right now it was quite easy to decipher what the younger was thinking, though. He actually believed that he had cornered Jimin, when exactly the opposite was true.
“So no matter what I dare you to do, you will do it?” Jimin asked, emphasizing the words, to draw the attention of as many students around them as possible, making sure everyone heard his answer over the blaring music. He already knew what he would challenge Jeongguk to and it would be something he was guaranteed not to agree to. Because that was exactly the point, making sure he first assented cockily and then bailed out in front of everyone.
“Yes.” Jeongguk replied without hesitation, rolling his eyes and then glaring at the older, visibly agitated.
“Are you sure?” Jimin double-checked while blinking innocently, knowing very well that his demeanour riled the younger further up. He hated when people questioned him or his brains respectively and Jimin knew that. Just like he knew that the younger wasn’t dumb, even though some people tend to underestimate him because of his quirks.
“Those are the rules, aren’t they!?” He snarled through clenched teeth. Jimin couldn’t help but wonder if Jeongguk still didn’t realize he was luring him into a trap. Or did he just not care?
“Suit yourself.” He gave in, inwardly triumphing. “Shoot!” He then prompted confidently. Whatever the younger would ask him, he would answer truthfully without batting an eyelid. He would have enough time tomorrow to grapple with what other people might think of him afterwards. Not that he really cared anyway. His mind was already fully focused on the next step.
“So far, who’s been the best fuck you’ve ever had?” Jeongguk demanded to know, causing Jimin to burst with boisterous laughter after a moment of stunned silence. He nearly fall off the couch he’d been sitting on in the process. With all the precarious knowledge of Jimin’s past secrets and embarrassing incidents, that was the question he asked him in front of everyone else? The older could hardly believe his luck. Nothing about the answer to that made him uncomfortable.
Only when he had calmed down a bit after a few seconds and noticed Jeongguk’s defiantly raised eyebrows as well as some curious looks of other students he realized that the younger obviously assumed that the opposite was the case. Wrongly believing that Jimin was gay and seemingly presuming he kept his sexuality secret, he had apparently tried to either embarrass Jimin or making him back out, so he wouldn’t have to reveal the truth, but to no avail.
“Oh, Jeon …” The older began in a patronizing tone, wiping a stray tear from the corner of his right eye. “Just because, unlike you, I don’t live out my sexuality in a way that the whole campus knows who I fucked last night, doesn’t mean I’m ashamed of being bisexual. Which you probably would know if you weren’t always so self-absorbed.” Jimin taunted, relishing the way the younger’s brows furrowed in anger.
“Since you are obviously so interested in my sex life, I will of course be happy to answer your question. The best sex I had so far was indeed with a man. His name was Min Yoongi and I’d met him when I’d spent my last spring break at my grandparent’s place in Busan.” The older scoffed, faintly shaking his head, ignoring the chants of some of the drunk students who wanted him to disclose more details. To his surprise, nobody seemed to make any hideous comments or frown in disapproval, at least as far as he could hear or see respectively.
Now it was time to turn the tables. Pleased that his patience was paying off, Jimin locked his eyes firmly on Jeongguk’s and smirked. He could see the exact moment in which it began to dawn on the younger that Jimin had set him up for a honey trap and he had walked right into it. He gulped visibly and took a sip of his beer to cover it up.
“It’s your turn, Jeon. Truth or dare?” Jimin couldn’t help but ask again, seeing that Jeongguk knew about his impending doom, enjoying the look on his face a little too much.
“Dare.” He grumbled with gritted teeth, evidently trying to brace himself for the calamity that was guaranteed to await him.
“Since we were already on that subject …” Jimin started and then paused meaningfully to increase the tension. “I dare you to have sex with me.” At once, some of the other students laughed out loud while Jeongguk instantly flushed bright red and choked on his drink, coughing violently and hitting his chest with a fist several times. Before he could reply anything, the older continued. “Wait, maybe I should be a little more specific. After all, I want to find out if you’re really good at everything, so … Let. Me. Fuck. You. ”
That finally left the younger speechless, if the way he was merely blinking at the older was anything to go by. As said before, Jimin didn’t expect him to agree, didn’t want him to, either. All he wanted was for Jeongguk to admit defeat for once.
“What if he’s not into men?” Someone interjected. Jimin didn’t know who exactly because it wasn’t one of the people who were still playing the game. He could only determine the general direction from which the question had come over the droning music.
“It’s a good thing that I’ll be the one who’s supposed to do the fucking then, isn’t it?” He joked, earning him some more laughs. Aside from the fact that Jimin wasn’t really serious, the speaker had to be an ignorant freshman, because the younger was known all over the place for being one of the few gay athletes on campus - and for fucking some man every other day.
“Y-you’re k-kidding, r-right?” Jeongguk stuttered after regaining his ability to speak. He looked like a rabbit caught in headlights. It was hilarious, at least to Jimin. The otherwise composed and unfazed jock was finally not as quick-witted and self-confident as usual. He would have liked to capture the expression on the younger’s face for posterity - or the next photography exhibition.
“Do you see me laughing?” Jimin asked unimpressed. Maybe that made him a bad person, but he took a perverse delight in seeing Jeongguk so distraught. Luckily, it was surprisingly easy for him to keep the facade up. It was a miracle that the younger hadn’t seen through him yet. Apparently they didn’t know each other that well anymore, although that played into his hands at least.
“You can’t be serious. You don’t even like me!” Jeongguk spluttered, looking like he was still struggling with assessing the situation. Or maybe he was just stalling to find a way out without admitting defeat. Jimin wasn’t so sure about that.
“So? I don’t remember asking for your hand in marriage. Since when do you have to like someone to simply fuck them? Did you have feelings for all of your countless one night stands?” The older countered jaundiced. He would definitively not let Jeongguk maneuver out of it that easily. He would …
“Okay, fine. I’ll do it.” The younger suddenly interrupted his train of thoughts, leaving him tongue-tied and wide-eyed this time. WHAT!? Had he misheard or had Jeongguk actually just agreed to have sex with him? To be fucked by him, to be more precise? What. The. Hell!? His mind was spinning. That hadn’t been part of the plan. Frankly, he hadn’t even considered the possibility of that outcome. Not even Jeongguk could be that haughty and competitive, could he?
However, Jimin wasn’t ready to backpedal either, his own pride preventing him from retreating. If he admitted that it had just been a joke, Jeongguk wouldn’t look stupid, he would. Basically, he had only one option: Going through with it. To be honest, he could think of worse. He couldn’t deny that the younger had grown up well and that he was physically attracted to him, as much as he hated to concede it. And he was quite curious to find out what Jeongguk was hiding under those ripped jeans and his oversized black shirt, his look completed by his usual black stomper boots and a leather jacket of the same color. Not that he had ever thought about it before. So Jimin schooled his expression and stood up, motioning the younger to follow him.
“NOW!?” Jeongguk whisper-shouted horrifiedly, his dark eyes larger than ever. He didn’t seem to have expected that. Had he hoped he wouldn’t have to keep his word? Or did he think he could fulfill his dare on some day? That wasn’t how this game worked.
“Do you have another appointment tonight?” Jimin deadpanned. It was now or never.
“No offence, but regardless of what you might think, I don’t need to have an audience.” He demurred, pointing to the students around them, evidently unwilling to let them partake in further details beyond the mere knowledge of them having sex at all.
Jimin smirked. If this was his last-ditch effort to delay the inevitable, it was a lousy one. His parents still thought poorly of him and didn’t really take his studies seriously, but they paid for the tuition and the necessary equipment nonetheless. “If you’re worried that you might be too vocal, I’m happy to take that fear away from you, Jeon. My recording studio in the basement is soundproof and has a very comfortable couch. Any more excuses? Of course, I can also offer a bathroom with a shower.” Jimin taunted, his voice provoking.
Poking his tongue into his cheek in that sexy way he’d always done when he was annoyed or upset, he shook his head. “No.” He stated simply, looking daggers at Jimin. “After you.” Jeongguk added a few seconds later, rising up as well.
With a cocky grin on his face, Jimin led the way, accompanied by the whistles and calls of the drunk students who - thanks to the older - knew exactly what they were about to do. Only one person watched him leaving with concern in his eyes instead, but Jimin chose to ignore the penetrating gaze of his best friend.
***
As soon as they entered his studio, Jimin closed the door and locked it, not inclined to risk anyone interrupting their tryst in the middle of it. Whatever would happen in this room tonight was nobody else’s business. Then he sauntered over to the cushioned sofa with relish and sat down on it, crossing his legs and raking his observant eyes all over Jeongguk’s athletic body, while the other still lingered indecisively near the door.
“Have you had your fun now? How long do you want me to stay here for you to think it’s believable enough?” The younger asked with a peeved bite to his tone after he had regained his composure, obviously under the mistaken belief that Jimin wasn’t going to pull it off. When the older didn’t respond to his questions and only raised an eyebrow, it seemed to slowly dawn on him that maybe he wasn’t joking after all. His eyes widened visibly and there was doubt audible in his wavering voice. “Come on, Jimin, I know you.”
“You knew me, Jeon. There’s a difference.” Jimin contradicted with a condescending tone, enjoying the nervousness the other exuded with every passing second. “And as I said before, I’m not kidding.”
“You really want to go through with this?” Jeongguk queried with a bewildered expression on his face, still keeping a not inconsiderable distance.
“I do.” He assured with conviction, leaning forward and watching him like a hawk. “You are free to leave at any time. I just locked the door to protect our privacy. I didn’t remove the key as you can see. I won’t force you into anything. If you decide to leave, though, I’ll tell everyone that you’ve chickened out, of course.”
Jeongguk regarded him with a clenched jaw and an appraising look in his eyes, probably weighing his options. Before he could say anything, Jimin continued. “I tell you what: If you stay, you can tell everyone whatever you want afterwards and I won’t deny it. As far as I’m concerned, tell them you fucked me instead. I don’t care because we both will know the truth.” He suggested with an arrogant smile.
“All right, let’s get this over with.” The younger finally answered resignedly, his eyes nervously darting around the room, unable to maintain eye contact. Hesitantly, he took a step towards Jimin until his snort made him look up to meet the older’s eyes and freeze again.
“Where’d be the fun in that?” He asked, disappointedly shaking his head. “I’ll ensure to make it worthwhile and take my time with you. I’m going to properly wreck you. I’ll make you cry and beg for me until my name is the only thing that comes out of your cheeky mouth.” Jimin announced with a gravelly voice. He couldn’t wait to find every little spot on the younger’s body that would make him scream his name in desperation and pleasure. He wanted to ruin him for everyone else. He would make him yearn for a satisfaction no one else could give him in the same way. And if - no - when he came back and begged him to fuck him again, Jimin would reject him. Perhaps that would make him feel a touch of the agony the older had felt back then.
Jeongguk only scoffed in return, but the way he had swallowed audible at Jimin’s words hadn’t escaped his notice. “You know what, Jimin?” He rejoined, deliberately omitting honorifics again to aggravate the older. “Let’s make this even more interesting for the both of us.” Jimin only cocked an eyebrow defiantly, so he continued. “I bet you can’t make me beg.”
“You want to bet? Fine with me. You’ll lose anyway.” Jimin retorted self-complacently. He was convinced that he would win this bet, he would make sure of that. Yet he was intrigued nonetheless, especially since it would only magnify Jeongguk’s defeat.
“What do I get if I win?” The younger asked in a challenging tone. Jimin knew wouldn’t stand a chance even if he thought otherwise.
“What do you want?” Not that it really mattered.
Jeongguk contemplated for a few seconds while he looked to the side and traced his chin with his thumb and pointer finger. Jimin couldn’t tell if he was really thinking about it that long or just pretending. When he turned his gaze back to Jimin’s, he seemed to have made his decision. “If I win, I get to fuck you.”
That was indeed unexpected, but Jimin didn't let it show, “Don’t you think that’s a little unimaginative?” The older mocked. “Also, I’m an exclusive top.” He supplementary pointed out. Just because it wasn’t going to happen, didn’t mean he had to give in immediately.
“So am I.” Jeongguk countered, his eyes examining him provocatively. Did he think that Jimin would back off now? If so, he was badly mistaken.
“Fine.” He indulged eventually. But he wouldn’t let himself refrain from making a demand as well. If the younger wanted to bet so badly, he would have to pay a price if he lost. And Jimin knew exactly how he could benefit from it the most. “If I win, you’ll record a song with me for my graduation project. And you won’t just do it half-heartedly, you’ll show complete commitment while singing!”
“You want me to sing!? Why?” The younger wanted to know, clearly dumbfounded. He didn’t seem to have expected this request either. How could he?
“Yes or no, Jeon?” Jimin wasn’t willing to answer that question. He had always loved Jeongguk’s voice, especially when he sang. As far as Jimin could tell, he was so talented that any label would scramble to get him if he ever wanted to pursue this career. He’d rather bite his tongue off than tell Jeongguk that, though. His ego was inflated enough as it was. But incorporating the younger’s voice would without a doubt significantly increase the quality of his final project.
While waiting for the other’s choice, Jimin had gotten up from the sofa and started to walk unhurriedly towards him. As they stood toe to toe, the older noticed for the first time that Jeongguk was now apparently a few inches taller than him and he had to raise his head slightly to meet his eyes. He hated it. At least, the sudden closeness seemed to make the younger a little nervous again, judging by the way his Adam’s apple was bopping.
“Deal.” The moment he spluttered the word quietly, Jimin shoved him harshly against the next wall, bracing his hands on either side of the younger’s head to cage him in. Pressing their bodies together, he leant in as if he wanted to kiss him and slid one hand into his hair, only to jerk his head roughly to the side right before their lips could touch. Exposing his throat, he started to lick on the alluringly soft skin on his neck, eliciting a surprised gasp from the taller. His stunned reaction tempted him to suck even harder, not caring about the hickeys he was guaranteed to leave behind. As soon as he’d slipped the jacket off Jeongguk’s impressive shoulders until it fell carelessly to the floor with a muted clunk, he let his hands wander languidly over his muscular torso. Once his fingers had reached the hem of the younger’s shirt, he slid them back up, only under the fabric this time, touching his warm skin directly, savouring the feeling of the quivering muscles.
When Jimin scraped his nails purposefully over the younger’s nipples, assessing his reaction, Jeongguk hissed and grabbed him by the hips. “Oh, are those sensitive?” He teased before pushing the shirt up to his armpits to expose not only the mouth-watering defined abs he had felt under his fingertips earlier but also the two hard buds. He glanced into Jeongguk’s eyes for a brief moment and then lowered his head to wrap his plump lips around one of them, sucking violently while rolling the other one between his fingers. His constant ministrations which so far only consisted of alternating between his left and right nipple several times and grinding their crotches together, caused the younger to arch his back and turned him into a whimpering mess in just a few minutes.
Jimin chuckled. It would be so much fun to completely ravish him. “You’re so responsive, Jeon.” He whispered into the younger’s ear, making him shiver.
“Don’t call me that. I don’t like it.” Jeongguk complained with a pout as Jimin’s hands snaked over his delicate waist to his round butt, squeezing tightly. The older had half a mind to kiss that adorable pout off his lips.
“What do you want me to call you? Baby?” Jimin scoffed and stared at the younger expectantly, certain that he would object. Instead a beautiful blush started to stain his cheeks and Jeongguk quickly averted his gaze. “Oh, you actually like that.” He stated in surprise. “Do you like to be praised, baby boy? Do you want me to tell you how pretty you look like this?”
Each question made him flush even more in embarrassment, the redness now spreading from the tips of his ears all the way down to the end of his neck. “Stop it.” The younger demanded meekly, unable to meet his gaze.
“Or what?” Jimin goaded. For an instant, he thought of silencing him with a passionate kiss. But as much as he would like to know how these rosy lips felt on his, he was determined not to kiss Jeongguk until he begged him to. He had a hunch that the younger wouldn’t be able to have sex with him without begging to be kissed at some point and Jimin would wait until he was truly desperate for it. So for now, he made do with covering his chest with kisses before roughly biting one of his nipples, drawing another hiss from the younger’s throat.
Growing impatient, he used the grip on Jeongguk’s ass to press their crotches even tighter together, enjoying the luscious friction. Even through the firm layers of denim between them, he could feel the younger’s twitching hard-on against his own, proving how turned on he was and how much he was already enjoying what Jimin was doing to him. Somehow, the older was still struggling to process the thought that he was actually about to have sex with his first crush. Regardless of everything he’d said before, he wouldn’t have fucked Jeongguk if it had turned out that he didn’t really want to and only did it because he felt obliged to do so, not even with his explicit consent. Jimin wanted him to yield, to submit willingly, begging him to fuck him - not to endure some kind of sick punishment.
When he hoisted him up in one strong motion, the younger shrieked in surprise and twisted his arms around Jimin’s neck to hold on tight. Two long legs automatically wrapped around his middle, the ankles hooked together behind the smaller’s back and Jimin could feel each muscle fiber flex beneath his fingers. Although he was barely able to look over the other’s shoulder, he effortlessly managed to walk the short distance to the couch. He had spent so many hours in this little studio that he would find his way around even blindfolded.
He lowered them onto the soft cushions, hovering above Jeongguk’s body, waiting for him to loosen his grip. Albeit he must have felt the upholstery underneath his back he didn’t let go until Jimin snickered and asked if he wanted to hug him forever. Thereupon he dropped all his limbs as if he had been burned, tilting his head to the side as if he wanted to hide his blushing face in the pillows. It was virtually endearing.
Thanks to the regained freedom of movement, he was able to straighten up and waited for their gazes to meet again. Then he slowly took off his own shirt, his sharp eyes locked firmly onto Jeongguk’s except for the second the fabric got in the way. With dilated pupils, the younger examined his body appreciatively, obviously liking what he saw. His eyes widened in surprise as he caught sight of the prominent nevermind tattoo across his ribs. His slender fingers were twitching as if he would like to touch the bold letters and had to contain himself.
With a pleased smirk on his face, Jimin got up to get some condoms and lube from one of the drawers under the counter top, placing both items on the small coffee table within reach. Back on the sofa, he placed his knees left and right from Jeongguk’s legs this time and sat down with his butt right above the younger’s bulge before he leaned forward to take off the younger’s wrinkled shirt as well. He took a few seconds to admire the intricate tattoo sleeve, which he now saw in its entirety for the first time. Adorning the defined muscles with different motives from the wrist to the shoulder, it consisted of flowers, words and natural spectacles. Jimin would have liked to ask him about the meaning of each single tattoo but was able to stop himself at the last moment. Regardless, he couldn't help but wonder if it was just a coincidence that he spotted spirea next to Jeongguk’s own birth flower. A ridiculous thought that he quickly shook off. He probably didn't even know. Why would he have wanted to immortalize something on his skin that reminded him of Jimin?
While he was lost in thought, he’d absentmindedly run his nails over Jeongguk’s bare torso repeatedly until goosebumps had erupted all over his tan skin. Next time his fingers reached the younger’s waistband, he undid his belt buckle and slowly unzipped his jeans, itching to finally get him naked. Hooking his fingers under the pants as well as the briefs, he cast a quick glance in Jeongguk’s direction, not seeing any resistance or reluctance in his warm brown eyes. Instead the younger lifted his hips so that Jimin could shove all the remaining items of clothing over his butt and down his legs at the same time.
Having Jeongguk underneath him, completely naked and pliant, his eyes hazy and hooded, was a sight to behold. Jimin couldn’t resist simply enjoying this image for a few seconds, regarding every plain and curve of his trained body, from his broad shoulders over his dainty waist to his long and lightly curved fully hard cock, causing the younger’s cheeks to turn pink again and making him squirm under the scrutinizing gaze. Consuming him with ravenous eyes, Jimin knew he was going to rail the hell out of him tonight.
“Turn around and spread your legs for me, baby.” Jimin rasped and Jeongguk complied immediately, almost eagerly, the want visible in his eyes. After placing a padded pillow under the younger’s hips, he positioned himself between his strong legs. Taking advantage of their position, Jimin raked his nails over his sculpted back, from his shoulder blades to his perky ass, applying just enough pressure to hurt a little and leave temporary red marks on his flawless skin.
“You like it a little rough, don’t you?” Jimin stated, the teasing remark not really meant as a question, despite being phrased as one. Jeongguk nodded anyway, probably too fevered with anticipation to interpret the older’s tone correctly and Jimin could hear the arousal in his hastened breathing. Spreading his round cheeks with one hand, Jimin reached for the lube with the other and drizzled the liquid from the uncapped bottle directly onto the younger’s entrance, seeing him flinch at the cold and eliciting a sharp intake of breath. Jeongguk was completely at Jimin’s mercy now and the older loved every second of it.
He circled his middle finger around the younger’s rim a few time, fleetingly prodding against his hole without really intending to push in just yet. When one finger finally breached the ring of muscles to the first knuckle, Jeongguk tensed up and groaned in discomfort. His whole demeanor made it seem as if he had indeed never been in this position before and Jimin stopped moving deeper.
“You need to relax. Take a few deep breaths for me.” Since his right hand was still occupied, he used his left one to steadily draw soothing circles on the younger’s back. He didn’t want to hurt him and would therefore give him as much time as necessary to adapt to this new sensation. Once he unclenched, Jimin moved his finger completely inside and gyrated it a few times in slow motions before he started to pump in and out of his hole, willfully dragging the digit against his warm walls, feeling the younger shudder.
Before pushing a second finger past his rim, he prompted Jeongguk to move his knees closer to his groin and manhandled him into a kneeling position with his head and shoulders still lying on the couch but his ass extended in the air, his boner now hanging free, granting Jimin better access to all of the younger’s most sensitive parts. At the same time as he pressed two slippery fingers back inside, he wrapped the fingers of his left hand around the other’s fully erect cock, leisurely stroking up and down his length to distract him from the unfamiliar strain.
Unhurriedly, Jimin worked him open, curling and scissoring his fingers, stretching him carefully until they glided in and out easily while licking and biting at his back, leaving marks all over his skin. So far, he purposefully avoided digging too deep, though, since he had no intention of letting Jeongguk cum anytime soon - and wanted to lull him into a false sense of security. Even though he didn’t want him to be in pain, he had to win a bet, after all. And it was time to act on his promise.
With each new thrust, he changed the angle of his deft fingers slightly in search of the younger’s prostate. Although his fingers unfortunately weren’t very long, he found it after just a few tries, judging by the sudden jolt of the younger’s body and the cry of pleasure that left his mouth. The pretty sounds that Jeongguk emitted at the unrelenting assault against the delicate bundle of nerves went straight to Jimin’s own cock.
“What’s your safe word, pretty?” The older wanted to know, watching the younger settling deeper into the pose, his spine arching beautifully. Considering what he planned to do with Jeongguk, he wanted to be on the safe side. Under no circumstances did he want to risk going too far without letting him know he was giving him the opportunity to express his limits.
Apparently not dazed enough yet to stop being bratty, the younger sneered. “A safe word will hardly be necessary.” He boasted while pushing his ass against Jimin’s pausing fingers, prompting him to continue.
Jimin couldn’t bite back a sly grin and resumed his rubbing, prodding faster and harsher inside of him. He also tightened the grip around the younger’s cock, swiping his thumb along the slit, using the oozing precum to ease the glide. He could sense that Jeongguk was close, probably only a few strokes away from orgasming.
“Nevertheless: If you want me to stop at some point, just say thirteen, okay?” Jimin recommended and abruptly stopped all of his movements seconds before Jeongguk reached his climax.
“No! No, no, no, no, no.” The younger whined, writhing on the couch and clutching at the pillows around him, his knuckles white. “Why did you stop?” He grumbled with an extremely displeased look on his face, much to Jimin’s amusement.
“I didn’t hear an answer.” He replied in a serious tone, feigning innocence. Jeongguk would find out soon enough that his relief was far from within reach at this moment. The younger might be proud and competitive, but Jimin was stubborn and determined. If he didn’t use the safeword, he would edge him until he was a crying mess, begging him to let him cum.
“Yes. Yes, yes, yes.” He babbled, settling for a monosyllabic answer, probably in the false hope that it would get Jimin to continue faster.
“Good boy.” Jimin chuckled and dedicated himself to the task at hand again. He heard a soft mewl escape from Jeongguk’s lips and intensified the pressure on his prostate, prodding and stroking his sweet spot until the younger was only rattling nonsense, unaware of the two fingers around his cock that Jimin positioned directly beneath his glans. The moment Jeongguk’s body convulsed in impending pleasure, Jimin squeezed his cock, applying exactly the right amount of pressure to prevent his imminent ejaculation.
“No!” Jeongguk howled, thrashing around in frustration, his entire body shaking. Jimin was sure the younger was already close to tears, but he only ground his teeth and tried to muffle himself, reluctant to beg - yet. Sooner or later he would lose that battle against himself.
“What? Can’t you take a little edging? I thought you’re good at everything.” Jimin jeered after Jeongguk had stopped panting and calmed down a little, his fingers still pumping in and out of the other’s hole to keep him stimulated, evading his prostate for now though.
“I hate you.” He said through gritted teeth without actually making a move to get away from Jimin or his teasing fingers. Whimpering, he slowly seemed to realize that the older was the one who had things firmly in hand, literally and figuratively. Jimin would have loved to know for sure if Jeongguk was just putting up with it or secretly enjoying it as much as he suspected.
“Tell me something I don’t know yet, baby.” Jimin mocked and proceeded to stroke the younger’s lightly slackened cock to full hardness again while a third digit joined the two fingers that were still buried deep into Jeongguk’s ass. For now, he kept avoiding the real target and returned to spread his fingers inside of him, rotating his wrist in lavish circles, prepping him meticulously to be able to take his cock without tearing his virgin rim.
Once he deemed him ready, he let his fingers brush over his sensitive spot again from time to time, as if on accident, wanting to tease him a little longer. Who would have thought that torturing Jeongguk could be so much fun? If Taehyung had told him a few hours ago that this night would end with his cock up the jock’s ass, he would have said he was lunatic.
“Stop it!” Jeongguk demanded with an annoyed huff, interrupting his thoughts. Jimin knew exactly what the younger meant but he deliberately played dumb, so instead of stopping the teasing, he withdrew his fingers completely, leaving the other contracting around nothing, not showing any signs of stuffing him with something else instead.
“What are you doing?” Jeongguk complained and took a look over his shoulder to catch Jimin’s gaze. “Why did you stop?” Jimin knew it wouldn’t be long now before he had the younger exactly where he wanted him.
“You asked me to.” Jimin replied with an innocent smile, feigning ignorance. He almost got a little too much pleasure from tormenting Jeongguk, with the emphasis on almost.
“Don’t act stupid on purpose! You know damn well that I didn’t mean it like that. I didn’t use your stupid safeword either, did I?” He queried, his tone challenging. “Or did you realize that you’re going to lose the bet?”
Jimin’s hands were on him again in a heartbeat, resolute to make him regret being such a brat. His left hand was jerking him off in a brutal pace while three fingers of his right hand plunged inside his hole in one swift motion, eliciting a wanton moan. In no time Jeongguk was close to orgasm, but Jimin kept thwarting his climax by stilling his motions for a few seconds right before he was pushed over the edge or by missing his prostate every so often on purpose.
A couple of minutes later, Jeongguk was so frustrated he actually started to cry, tear drops glittering in his long lashes. He was so out of it that he was no longer above begging, sobbing and writhing on the couch, panting audibly, not being able to think of anything but finally finding his release. “Please! I beg you, okay? Please, Jimin! Please, just let me … ”
“I told you, you would beg for me.” Jimin bragged, pleased with himself. Jeongguk looked downright wrecked and shivered gorgeously at his words. But the older didn’t even think about showing mercy just yet. “You didn’t really think I’d let you cum before fucking you, did you?” He taunted, inwardly celebrating his victory.
“Then please finally fuck me!” He yelled, looking like he had ultimately reached his frustration tolerance. Jimin admired the mess he had turned Jeon Jeongguk into: flushed cheeks, tousled hair, his lips swollen because he had obviously bitten them too often, his skin coated with a thin layer of sweat, his puffy rim glistening obscenely and ready to be stuffed and - even though he couldn’t see it from his perspective - his abdomen certainly full of smeared precum. This magnificent image was now etched on his memory forever.
As soon as he removed his own briefs, his neglected cock sprang free, slapping at his belly. Jimin tore the packet open with his teeth and rolled the condom on with practiced fingers. Lubricating himself, he turned back towards Jeongguk who was still huddled on the couch, drooling a little and waiting to be fucked. Jimin let his aching length glide over the crack of the younger’s ass a few times, spreading the lube generously, before he slowly started to push in, hearing the younger inhale in relief. Every now and then, he paused to give Jeongguk some time to adjust to the unfamiliar intrusion whenever he started to tense until he relaxed again.
Once he completely bottomed out, relishing the inviting tightness around his cock, he groaned deeply and stayed buried inside the younger for a while, only rotating his hips in small circles but not plunging in and out just yet. When he felt like the younger was unwound thoroughly, he pulled his cock out until only his tip was left inside and started to slide in and out in a slow rhythm, intentionally dragging his cock along his warm walls, coaxing moan after moan out of Jeongguk’s mouth, marveling how many more noises he could worm out of him.
“You feel so good, baby. And you’re making such pretty sounds for me.” The melodious noises Jeongguk made with every deep thrust were so intoxicating that Jimin wanted to record them and he suddenly thought, why not? They were in exactly the right place and he had already won the bet after all. On the spur of the moment, he pulled out and walked to his console, leaving Jeongguk on the couch, whining, his face buried in the cushions.
“What are you doing now?” Momentarily ignoring the petulant cry of protest, he carelessly swept all the sheets of paper from the counter, switched the microphone on and placed it on one side of the desktop. Then he dragged the dazed jock, struggling to keep his balance, from the couch to the counter. With one hand on his scruff he bent him over the edge with his head towards the mic, trapping the heavily breathing man between his body and the table, and pushed his cock back inside with one single hard stroke. Jeongguk shivered and let out another loud and sensual moan.
“Your sounds are too pretty to let them go to waste, so I made sure to preserve them.” Jimin whispered into his ear before he bit into the younger’s ear lobe, delighted that he’d be able to listen to those wonderful noises again after tonight, maybe even use them for his final project. No one needed to know how exactly he had captured them.
Speeding up, driving his length deeper inside of him in a steady, measured frequency by a tight grip on his hips, he elicited even more lovely moans. Jimin was fucking the younger without restraint now, forcing him to cling to the edge of the wooden counter for support. Plunging in and out of him vigorously, he turned the younger into an incoherent mess, panting shamelessly and not able to scream anything but ohs and ahs and Jimin’s name.
When Jeongguk moved one of his hands towards his cock and tried to touch himself, Jimin grabbed his forearms and twisted them behind his back, locking one hand around them to keep them in place, preventing the younger to rush his orgasm. “Who gave you permission to touch yourself? You’ll either cum on my cock or you don’t cum at all.” He growled, working his hips even harsher.
Acquiescing, Jeongguk didn’t try to free himself but his frustrated sobbing became louder every time Jimin slammed his cock into him, drowning out the loud slapping sounds of the older’s hips against the backs of his thighs. Knowing the younger wasn’t able to find relief just yet because he was still avoiding his prostate, purposefully delaying both of their climaxes, Jimin grinned viciously and grazed his teeth over Jeongguk’s nape until he beseeched him. “Please make me cum, Jimin, please!”
Only when Jeongguk started to tremble uncontrollably, Jimin decided to finally show some mercy and angled their hips until he hit the younger’s prostate with every jab. Jeongguk was crying out so loud that the older began to wonder if his studio really was soundproof. One hand still on his hips, he let go of Jeongguk’s arms to snake the other around his chest, certain that he wouldn’t try to jerk himself off again. Pulling him up and pressing his back against his chest, allowing him to deepen his thrusts, he wrapped his fingers around the younger’s throat possessively, making his breath hitch.
“Please, please, please.” Jeongguk begged again and began to claw at the other’s arm, tensing underneath him. Not knowing what he wanted from him this time, Jimin slowed down a little and brought his mouth to the younger’s ear to brush his lips against it while whispering. “What is it?”
“Turn me around, please. Please. Turn me around. I wanna see you.” The younger stammered in a pleading tone. Jimin wasn’t averse to watch Jeongguk’s rapt face when he eventually allowed him to surrender to his pleasure, so he relented and swiftly pulled out. A second later they were standing chest to chest, for the first time able to look each other in the eyes since Jimin had started to prep him. Jeongguk’s large brown eyes were glazed over and the swelling of his lips had increased. The sight was absolutely disarming.
To Jimin’s surprise, the younger wrapped his arms around his neck and tangled his fingers tenderly into his blond hair. “Please kiss me!” He implored with a troubled look in his eyes and a hint of urgency in his voice.
After waiting all night for this very moment, Jimin didn’t hesitate to oblige and hungrily captured Jeongguk’s enticingly rosy lips with his own, feeling every nerve in his body ignite. The younger responded eagerly, melting into every brush of Jimin’s lush lips. Finally feeling the cold metal of the small lip ring against his heated skin, he sank his teeth into the younger’s bottom lip and tugged at it lightly. When Jeongguk parted his lips to catch his breath, Jimin darted forward and took the opportunity to delve his tongue into the other’s mouth. While their tongues met passionately, Jimin heaved the younger onto the countertop again whose legs instantly wound around him, pulling him even closer. Without breaking their kiss, Jimin grabbed Jeongguk’s butt and hauled him to the edge to expose his entrance. Lining up the tip of his cock with the oversensitive rim, he shoved his cock back inside the warmth in one go, swallowing their mutual moans with his lips.
Sensing they were both close now, he broke their kiss and lowered Jeongguk back on the cold desktop to grab his hips, his fingers digging deep into his smooth skin to hold him in place, not caring about the bruises his strong grip might leave behind. The younger didn’t seem to mind either as he held onto Jimin’s arms. Ferociously slamming his own cock into Jeongguk’s body, he watched the other’s flushed one bouncing between them. Once he found his prostate in their current position again, he relentlessly pounded into him, the head of his cock hitting the sensitive spot with each twist of his hips.
Jeongguk mindlessly tossed his head back and forth and his hands twitched, but he didn’t try to touch his cock again, obediently waiting for Jimin to finally decide he’d been patient long enough. “You’re doing so good, baby.” The older praised him. “I can’t believe you never bottomed before. Your body was made to take cock, a perfect little toy to play with.” He could really hardly believe that he was the first to feel Jeongguk’s warmth around his cock.
“You look so beautiful like this.” He continued, knowingly indulging in the younger’s praise kink. “I should have dared you to let me fuck you in front of everyone, letting them enjoy the pretty view as well. Letting them watch you being split open by me, sucking me in so greedily.”
Hearing those words, Jeongguk clenched violently and moaned even louder. “Don’t tell me that thought actually excites you? Should I unlock the door so that people can walk in on us? Would you like that, baby?” The younger fiercely shook his head, apparently unable to get a sentence out, but his body belied him.
“Jimin, please. I can’t take it anymore.” He wailed, desperate to come.
“You can. And you will. This is not about you, baby. You agreed to let me fuck you and I will use my toy the way I want to.” Jimin clarified in a stern voice without reducing his brutal pace, making the younger sob again. However, his continuously contracting muscles proved that Jeongguk’s tears were primarily tears of pleasure as he was pushed closer and closer to the edge. “Calling you my toy turns you on, doesn’t it? I knew you just needed someone to put you in your place.”
Those words seemed to be the last straw that broke the camel’s back and with one final hard thrust, Jeongguk finally came all over himself with a loud cry, his eyes rolling back in his head and his cum spurting out in high white ropes, painting his chest and his abdomen. He almost seemed to black out for a few seconds as Jimin fucked him through the waves of his orgasm, glad that Jeongguk had asked him to turn him around. Otherwise he wouldn’t have been able to watch the younger’s dazzling face light up in pure bliss.
When his climax was finally consuming him, Jeongguk’s rim had pulsed so hard around Jimin that he had nearly skeeted as well, but he was actually pleased that he could stave off his own orgasm a little longer for it gave him the opportunity to drive the younger into overstimulation. Trusting he would use his safeword if he really wanted him to stop, Jimin ignored his pleas and sobs and didn’t cease to snap his hips against him unyieldingly, still hitting his sweet spot with every stab.
Due to the constant assault to his abused prostate, Jeongguk’s walls didn’t cease clenching and his nails were digging painfully into Jimin’s arms, leaving marks on his skin as well. Close to finishing himself, Jimin’s actions became erratic and he knew it would only take him a few more jabs to come. As the next harsh thrust made Jeongguk scream the older’s name, Jimin shuddered and spilled into the condom inside of him, reducing his motions to a few final shallow pushes before he slumped on top of the younger, burying his face into his soft neck, panting against his smooth skin.
The next couple of seconds went by in comfortable silence, both of them needing some time to catch their breaths. Jimin didn’t move a muscle and Jeongguk only shifted a little to run his fingertips gently up and down the older’s spine. When Jimin had regained some strength and lifted his body to pull out, Jeongguk deterred him by wrapping one of his legs around his waist again.
“Don’t leave.” He whispered with an imploring gaze, his voice barely audible despite the quiet in the room.
“I have no intention of leaving you, baby.” Jimin reassured, his voice laced with sincerity, the pet name for the first time rolling of his tongue devoid of any condescension. Tenderly brushing a strand of hair behind the younger’s ear that was sticking to his sweaty forehead, he added. “I just wanted to pull out and clean you up.”
“No.” Jeongguk shook his head, earning a puzzled gaze from the older. “Just give me another minute. Please.” So Jimin carefully lowered his body back onto the beautiful man beneath him, patiently waiting until he beckoned him to disjoin their intimate connection a short time later. He winced when Jimin removed himself, holding the condom to prevent it from slipping, and the older peppered his face with soft kisses to appease him. Then he quickly headed for the adjoined bathroom to get a wet washcloth and softly cleaned the remnants of their tryst, being extra cautious with Jeongguk’s sensitive rim.
After discarding the washcloth and the used condom, he slid his arms under the younger’s back as well as the hollows of his knees, scooped him up in his arms and carried him back to the much more comfortable couch. Although of the two of them, Jimin was the one who generally sought physical contact more often, Jeongguk always used to crawl into his bed during their sleepovers. Therefore Jimin assumed he might like to be cuddled until he recollected himself after this intense experience and spooned him from behind, wrapping them both into a warm blanket additionally. He snaked one arm around his small waist and began to draw gentle circles on his stomach while nuzzling his nape. His other arm ended up under Jeongguk’s head, allowing him to play with his hair. He could still remember how much the younger used to like that.
He knew Jeongguk was coming to his senses when he placed a hand on Jimin’s and entwined their fingers, shifting even closer. Sensing that the younger wanted to say something but obviously couldn’t find the right words yet, he just waited silently, giving him the space and time he needed to gather his thoughts. “Hyung …” He addressed him but immediately fell silent again.
“Oh, now you’re calling me hyung again?” Jimin couldn’t stop himself from teasing, suppressing to shake his head in disapproval. However, instead of annoyance his voice was laced with fondness and he chuckled, his hands never stopping to caress the other’s skin and hair.
Jeongguk sighed deeply as if he had to steel himself for what was to come. “When did you start hating me?” He finally asked, tightening the grip on his hand and sounding as if he wasn’t sure that he really wanted to know the answer.
I don’t. I never did. That’s what Jimin would like to say but he wasn’t ready for that confession yet, maybe not even towards himself. Wanting to be honest with him anyway, he opted for another painful truth. “I envied you. Everything seemed so easy for you back then and everyone loved you. You’ve constantly reminded me of my own shortcomings - at least according to what others made me believe - and at some point I just couldn’t take it anymore, watching and listening to you succeed in everything whereas everything I did just wasn’t good enough.”
Jimin couldn’t see the younger’s face due to their position but he could hear him sniff before he answered with a shaky voice. “I’m sorry that you felt that way. I wish you would have told me because I’ve never meant to hurt you. If I boasted it was only because I wanted you to be proud of me, not to make you feel bad about yourself. My parents never praised me, they took it for granted that I got immaculate grades and be brilliant at sports. Your opinion was the one that really mattered to me.”
After a short pause, he added more quietly, feebly. “Losing you broke my heart. That I was too cowardly to confront you, too afraid to hear you say you maybe never loved me the way I loved you, is what I regret most in my life.”
Jimin was speechless. All those years he’d wasted resenting Jeongguk for something that wasn’t even true. Years they could have spent together if they had talked with each other instead of guessing. Jimin hugged him even tighter, trying to express with his strong embrace what he couldn’t with his words. “I’m sorry as well. I thought you didn’t need me, didn’t want me anymore and expected you to fight for our relationship to prove me wrong although I was the one who distanced myself first.”
Jeongguk didn’t say anything for a while. He only brought their clasped fingers to his face and kissed the back of the older’s hand, but Jimin thought he could feel a smile against his skin. After a few minutes of comfortable silence, the younger’s voice broke the calm tranquility again. “Truth or dare, hyung?”
“Truth.” Jimin replied without hesitation. When it came to Jeongguk, he would always choose the truth from now on. Perhaps that would eventually cause their paths to merge again.
“Would you fuck me again if I asked you to?” As he processed the question, he could only blink blankly for a few seconds. Then a burst of full throated laughter escaped his mouth, shaking his whole body with glee. Jeongguk had always known how to make him laugh and apparently didn’t lose his ability to do so over the years they had been separated. It was a magical gift he could never get enough of.
“It would be my pleasure.” He replied eventually when he was sure his voice would be stable enough again. Nibbling on the warm skin of the younger’s neck, he pondered if he should take a risk as well. It would make him vulnerable and he was afraid of getting hurt again, but there was also the possibility that his missing piece would come back to him at the end of the day.
“Ggukie?” The older approached tentatively, the once familiar pet name now sounding foreign from his mouth after he hadn’t used it in so long. When the younger hummed questioningly, he returned the same question to him. “Truth or dare?”
“Dare.” Jeongguk answered without missing a beat, like he had made the same mental decision as the other earlier.
Inhaling deeply, determined to be braver this time, Jimin decided to jump off the cliff, hoping to be caught. “Let me take you on a date.”
As he waited with baited breath for a response, the younger started to shift and turned around in Jimin’s arms until he could gaze intently into his eyes, clearly searching for something. The older knew Jeongguk had found what he’d been looking for, when his nose started to scrunch up cutely and his signature bunny smile spread across his handsome features.
“I’ve been waiting for this for over four years.” He scolded him playfully before he reached out to grab Jimin by the back of his neck to pull his mouth against his, sealing their silent bond with a forgiving, promising kiss, conveying all the emotions they couldn’t put in words with gentle lips and tangling tongues.