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20 : A crippling alcoholic

Jungkook yawned and stretched his arms. His head felt like it would burst. It was either him at the bottom, or on top of Jimin, riding his cock for three days straight. Jimin had snatched his phone and had literally tied him in the bed for a few hours after he didn't stop gushing about work and how they needed to update the awards organizers of their absence.

The maids were given off. The food was delivered to their place, so they could have the energy to keep up. The security guards ensured that everything was hunky-dory while the two men spent three nights and two days in each other's embrace.

A groan left Jungkook after he stood up and realized that his behind and thighs were too sore, along with his throbbing head. "Come back to bed." Jimin groaned too, angrily so.

"We have to go to work today, Jimin. If we don't show up, I don't know... They might deploy a search party for you."

The actor opened his eyes and flipped, facing skyward. Then he breathed. Jungkook couldn't help but eye his erection with drool in his mouth. "I am only going to work on one condition." The man sat up, combing his finger through his blue hair.

"What is that?" Jungkook asked, standing a foot away from the bed in just a shirt with crooked buttons, displaying his bruised neck and wrists.

Jimin dedicatedly checked the assistant's body out. "You will do as I say."

"When do I not?"

"And you'll need to cover those bruises. Might I suggest something from my wardrobe?"

"But Jimin-"

"And he says when do I not? Hm..."

Jungkook nodded, knowing there wasn't winning against the actor. "What do you want me to wear?"

"I got one outfit from Paris when we flew there last time. It's in my closet."

"Alright," Jungkook flipped, wanting to bound to get the outfit and then dash into the bathroom.

"Where are you running off to?" Jimin chided, frown placed on his face.

"You said..." Jungkook pointed towards the closet door.

"Who'll take care of this?" The man pointed at his erect dick with no shame, and so far, the young man, who was barely composing himself, lost his sanity as his body turned hot and skin glowed pink. He stepped slowly towards the bed and leaned down to grab the swollen head between his lips when Jimin pulled him up by gripping his hands, and he collided with the actor's chest.

The older didn't say a word and only squeezed Jungkook's ass in his palms, pushing them down towards his cock. Jungkook understood.

Slowly, he lowered himself on the hot and warm cock with a satisfied hum leaving his lips and saw Jimin grab a bottle of alcohol. The actor drank a little while as Jungkook started riding him. "That's right, darling," Jimin praised as Jungkook picked speed. "You are such a good little boy."

Soon, the two were cumming on each other as they had been. Jimin opened his eyes after evening out his breaths and looked at Jungkook on his chest. He closed them again and hummed in satisfaction.

The assistant got up after sliding the limp cock from his behind and slowly got off the bed, seeing how Jimin was snoring softly.

With light feet, he made his way toward the bathroom. Seeing the jacuzzi and sniffing the fragrant toiletries, he let out an exhale in relief that he was going to shower after days.

Jimin's eyes popped open once he realized that Jungkook had closed the bathroom door. "Who said you could shower in there?" He groaned a little before jolting up. With his hand grabbing his phone, his legs dragged him up. Stretching to gain some rigor in muscles, he opened his e-mail and saw Jungkook's picture with Taehyung. It wasn't clear, as it was footage from the surveillance camera, but he could tell without any doubt that it was the same man he fucked a few moment ago.