A does of salt • jjk + pjm

Chapter 8: procurement

This time, nothing is a blur.

Jimin is well aware of every single one of Jungkook's actions; he feels every one of his movements. He feels him—his lips, his hands, his fingers, his breath, his nose... his heart. He feels Jungkook.

The kiss Jungkook presses onto him is soft, but Jimin deepens it as their bodies adjust to a new position. He feels the weight of the younger moving on top of him and Jimin's never felt more safe, more comforted, more desired. He loops his arms around Jungkook's neck pulling him in closer and opens his mouth welcoming the younger to finally slide his tongue in. They kiss tenderly and slowly, both smiling as they kiss. They take their time to explore and really taste each other with their tongues in a way they failed to do before when they were just hooking up like primitive animals.

It's been awhile since they've hooked up.

But this doesn't feel anything like hooking up right now. Both Jimin and Jungkook are still caught in the moment yes, but they are so in sync and aware of what they're doing. This isn't a fuck up. This isn't a mistake.

This isn't just sex.

Jungkook trails his lips from Jimin's mouth to his ears, to his neck where he takes his time in sucking and biting his skin littering love marks all over the heart surgeon. Jimin's hands are tangled in Jungkook's fluffy black hair as he basks in the man's soft, wet open mouthed kisses. He angles his neck so that Jungkook can have an easier time and it instigates the younger to make his way down to the bottom of Jimin's neck only to find Jimin's shirt is in the way.

Jimin doesn't mean to but he releases a small whimper. He feels Jungkook's big hands sliding under his shirt, sensually lifting it slowly upward and Jimin looks the man in the eyes with a gaze that screams both passion and love. He brings his arms up above his head to allow Jungkook to take his shirt off. The younger doctor keeps a slow and steady pace even when undressing Jimin. With every inch of moving Jimin's shirt up, Jungkook's lips follow behind, leaving a trail of soft kisses along Jimin's torso until he finally pulls Jimin's shirt off slowly and throws it on the ground.

"Jimin." Jungkook says pausing to simply look at the beautiful man beneath him.

Jimin doesn't answer but responds by making firm eye contact with Jungkook.

"You really are..." he pauses for a second and Jimin wants to hear it. He does. The trauma surgeon sinks down closer so they're face to face not even an inch apart. He whispers right into Jimin's mouth before he kisses him again, "you really are beautiful, Jimin."

They make out for quite a while, drinking in the taste of the other's lips with Jungkook on top of Jimin. Soon enough, Jimin reaches down and starts feeling Jungkook's bulge. Jungkook starts grinding their clothed cocks together and Jimin unable to take it anymore, slowly slips his hand inside Jungkook's boxers, palming his hardening length.

"F-fuc.. J-Jimin..."

"Touch me. Touch me too, Jungkook," he demands but with a soft, gently voice. Jungkook's eyes widen and he's not even sure why he's suddenly feeling so shy upon hearing Jimin's lewd request. It's not like he hadn't already fucked Jimin multiple times against many different walls in many storage rooms, bathroom stalls, closets and were far more obscene and dirtier than how they were behaving now...

Yet everything felt so new.

"Touch me too Jungkook... please." Jimin whines again, grabbing a hold of Jungkook's hand with his other free hand and bringing it to his own bulge. "Jungkook.. please," he whispers sensually.

He gazes into Jimin's eyes and he can feel his genuine plea. He can feel his desire. He can feel Jimin's warmth. This wasn't just a dirty, selfish request so his body could feel pleasure, but a genuine desire to be intimate with Jungkook.