What Happened to You?

7

Jimin re-adjusted his leg, keeping his eyes closed as his cousin's body pressed against his. "Good night, hyung." He whispered in Jimin's ear, making the sixteen year old giggle. "Good night." Jimin smiled, happy his cousin wasn't sleeping on the floor.

A few minutes later, Jimin felt a hand on his waist. He lifted his hips up, thinking his cousin would wrap his arms around him. And he did. Jimin was happy with cuddling, even pushing himself back to get closer to his cousin.

He was almost asleep when he felt his cousin's thumb slip under the hem of hid pajama pants. Jimin, thinking it was an accident, paid no mind to it and cleared his mind to sleep.

That was until his thumb went under the hem of his boxers. Jimin opened his eyes in confusion, and his cousin slowly pulled the two material's down.

Jimin was now frozen with fear, not sure what was happening. He felt cold air on his behind, and looked around the wall he was facing. He almost flinched when he felt his hand on his behind, slowly pressing down on his flesh. Jimin's heart sped up, the organ beating faster in his chest.

His cousin began kneeding on his behind, and Jimin's dick twitched in his boxers that were only on his front half. The room was filled with a heavy and tense silence, and all Jimin could do was stare at the wall in pure fear. His cousin's other hand began rubbing his other buttcheek, occasionally spreading the two chunks of flesh apart.

As far as his cousin knew it, Jimin was asleep.

But Jimin was wide awake now, feeling every touch and press. His cousin's hands suddenly stopped, and Jimin thought he was done. His cousin pulled up his boxers and pajama pants, and wrapped his arms back around Jimin's waist.

The room was quiet now, and everything was still. Jimin was paralysed with fear, not able to remember the last time he even blinked.

He felt something hard pressing against his behind, and in a few seconds, something wet.

His cousin buried his face into Jimin's neck, softly and quietly kissing his tanned neck. Jimin felt his teeth slowly sink into his skin, and his wet tongue slide against it. He felt his teeth grab the skin and pull it up, sucking  passionate-like. Jimin was about to start crying, when his cousin slowly pulled away like he had kissed someone on the lips.

Jimin's neck felt cold as his salavia was exposed to the tempature of the room, and the thick watery-like liquid was absorbed into his neck. Then his cousin stopped, and retracted his hands away from Jimin's waist.

He turned onto his other side, away from Jimin.

Jimin's entire body was frozen with fear, and he couldn't move. He was cold from the loss of contact, and he felt...disgusted?

Disgusted was right...