It's been a couple weeks. Maybe a month and a half. It was fine, the arrangement was set and sealed. But it wasn't gonna work. There's an obvious struggle. Especially for Jimin, as far as he can tell anyway. Physical touch was the best part of his day, it's how he thrived. Now he was on a touch limit, any touch that bordered sexual intimacy was stopped, and honestly, it was frustrating.
You know....
Example 13 or whatever: three days ago.
Hoseok had been sprawled out on the floor of their dance studio, sweaty and out of breath when Jimin walked in to practice.
He may or may not purposely worn his extra short shorts that hugged him tight on purpose. He slipped into the room, feet moving to the steady beat of the music that poured through the speakers. Leave him alone, Hoseok was his most frequent...kisser, and he missed his lips-- okay and his hands.
The younger groaned dramatically as he warmed up his body, directly in front of an unsuspecting Hoseok.
"Huh oh- Jiminie." Hoseok chuckled, eyes opening, immediately trailing down the dancer's sleek toned legs.
The younger glanced over his shoulder. Hoseok's eyes were definitely lingering. "Hobi-hyung can you help stretch my hips? I've been really really stiff."
"S-sure Jiminie." Hoseok pushed himself up off the floor, walking quickly over to the younger.
His hands lightly grazed down Jimin's sides, the younger consciously arching back into his touch. He could feel Hoseok's breath against his neck, lips brushing dangerously close to his nape.
"Hyungie." Jimin all but purred, tilting his neck to the side, begging for touch.
"Yah Jimin." The older's voice rasped lowly as his hands dug into Jimin's waist, sending chills up his spine.
He couldn't take it, he'd already been so worked up, with no one to help, and doing anything alone just wasn't as satisfying.
"Please." Jimin turned, planting his hands on Hoseok's as to not lose his touch, pulling him as close as he could.
The younger was so needy, so desperate for him, what was he supposed to do? Not give him anything he wanted?
Jimin's tongue brushed ever so lightly over Hoseok's bottom lip.
"Baby," Hoseok sucked in a breath, leaning into him for a moment before going against everything his body wanted, everything he wanted. He pulled back, "we can't."
For stars sake it was the most frustrating thing in the world.
It's enough that during filming they can't be as close as they want to, and now they had a limit, made by choice. The men finally had some downtime and Jimin had a plan, and it involved no touching....sort of. Technically....whatever it doesn't matter, Jimin found a loop hole and it's gonna work.
Jimin made his way into the living room with a silk bag in one hand, a towel in the other.
Just in case.
He stood at the centre of the room, "Everyone, class is in session."
They looked up to see the man spreading the towel and promptly taking a seat.
"Okay Jiminie, what are you gonna teach us today?" Namjoon entertained him.
Hoseok paused the movie that they'd been watching. Jin felt that Jimin was excited, and that made him nervous.
"What I said I would. I'm gonna teach you all," he paused as he opened the bag, then pulled out lube and a purple dildo.
His favourite toy of course.
Their eyes widened, jaws falling basically to floor.
"Ugh Jiminie, I- why do have tha- why are y-" Yoongi fumbled over his words, sitting up for the first time in two hours.
"I said I'd teach you all how to have sex without hurting each other right?" Jimin tilted his head, suppressing a sly smile.
"You did." Jeongguk smiled as he leaned back on the chair.
"But what abo-" Taehyung started but quickly stopped when Namjoon nudged his side.
"I did, so, now that I have you all here, let's begin shall we, or....should I just stop?" He quirked a brow.
Silence fell across the room, no one saying anything, just watching. Jimin took that as a yes.
"Good."
He laid himself delicately on the floor, sitting up, legs pulled to himself. He slid off his pants and kept his legs together. For now.
Jeongguk swallowed harshly, already feeling the need to adjust himself.
"So what I'm gonna do first, and most important, is prep." He smiled at the men.
"Oh I know what prep is!" Taehyung excitedly spoke up.
"Good that's good." Jimin squeezed some of the cold lube on his fingers, taking a second to spread his legs, one at a time, revealing himself fully to the men.
"Oh wow." Namjoon's mouth hung open.
Jin felt the aroused excitement coursing through him, not just his, everyone's, and it made it all the more difficult to compose himself.
"So I'm gonna start slowly." He circled a finger around his rim, relaxing the muscle slowly.
There were two ways most people liked it, really caring, lubed up, slick and almost painless or a little more rough, less lube, more of a burn to the stretch.
Of course he did it his favourite way. He pushed one finger in almost swiftly, his mouth fell open with a silent gasp.
"N-now I'm gonna gently work it around feeling around."
"Jimin." Hoseok spoke up blinking a few times.
"Hm?" He looked up at the his hyung, his eyes were almost dark.
"Can I...try?" He bit his cheek.
Jimin's finger stilled, his eyebrow arched up. He pressed his lips together to hold back a smile.
"Lube up your fingers for me hyung, if any of you want the practice, feel free to settle in."
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