Proceed with Caution (jikook/kookmin)

10. what you like about me

They shower together, the duo doing more kissing than washing. It feels intimate in a way, Jimin's wet body pressed against his own, his hands wrapped around Jimin's waist as he pushes him into the shower wall.

"You wanna go again?" Jungkook asks, shocked.

Jimin bites his bottom lip and breathes against his mouth. "Yeah, want you to fuck me next."

"Sure," Jungkook says easily, his eyes watching Jimin's smirk widen.

"All into your mattress," Jimin gasps.

Jungkook groans, face finding Jimin's neck. He smells of Irish spring and Johnson wash (courtesy of Jungkook ) and Jungkook inhales him deeply.

"Bet you've never fucked anyone in that bed of yours have you?" Jimin teases and Jungkook nips at his ringed ear lobes and presses him into the tile wall harder.

Jimin gasps, Jungkook speaks, "Nope but you'll be the first, and every time I get myself off I'll think of the way you felt wrapped around me."

His dick is hardening despite himself, Jimin's own heavy against his thigh again. He curses, "Fuck, kiss me."

Jungkook obliges, speaks in between a deep press of lips. "I won't think of anyone else... not after you."

Jimin shudders against his mouth, arms wrapping around Jungkook's neck.

Jungkook's hands slip down to his juicy ass, grips tight, and lifts until Jimin's legs are wrapping around his waist.

"Shut up," Jimin whispers.

Jungkook sucks his tongue into his mouth, swallows down Jimin's moans. "Why?" He whispers once they part and Jimin shakes his head. "It's true."

He can feel the way Jimin's heart stutters in his chest, watches the way his cheeks scold and his lips pout.

Jungkook kisses him again, his hands squeezing and fondling Jimin's globes.

"Stop talking, fuck me instead."

"No lube," Jungkook respires and he watches in shock as Jimin reaches out for their aloe plant hanging up on the window sill.

He snaps off a piece and squeezes, Jungkook staring at him wide-eyed in shock. Jimin smirks, releasing the piece before reaching behind himself. "Natural lubricant," he defends and Jungkook shakes his head in amusement.

"You're something else," He says and Jimin smiles against his lips, his taupe flecked eyes going in and out of focus as he stretches himself.

"C'mon, fuck me. Fuck me Jungkook," he pleads and Jungkook's hands slip to the underside of his thighs.

He lets one go only briefly to guide his member in between Jimin's smothering cheeks. His head latches along the other's hot hole and he presses in deep, Jimin croaking out loudly.

"Shit..."

Jungkook can only hear the sound of the water hitting the shower floor, his ears tuning out every other noise in order not to burst the way he wants to.

"Please," Jimin urges, forehead pressing against Jungkook's own. The switch to Korean is always easy — Jungkook can hear loud and clear once again. "Make me yours."

Jungkook pulls his hips back and slams in, Jimin's head thrusting back as he cries. "Make you mine?" Jungkook responds easily in that familial tongue of theirs.

"Yes," Jimin sobs, Jungkook holding his thighs tightly as he starts to hammer into him. "Make me y-yours."

The slide is still tight but the more his hips move the easier it gets, Jimin trying to hump against him.