"Can I take off your pants?"
"You can do whatever you want."
Jimin chuckles and slowly pops open the button on Jeongguk's trousers, dragging the zipper down at a snail's pace. "You said something similar our first night together. 'You can do whatever you'd like to me'."
"And you said it was dangerous of me to give someone that kind of power," Jeongguk replies with a smile. "Which I believe to be true as long as the person isn't you- not that I'm planning on ever being intimate with someone else."
"I should hope not," Jimin snorts and then adds in a more tentative tone, "but you seriously trust me that much?"
"Of course — I am yours."
Jimin blushes. "I think I enjoy hearing you say that a little too much."
Jeongguk raises his hips followed by his legs as the elder slides his pants off. "I'll make sure to say it often then."
"In that case, you can scent-mark me as much as you'd like because I belong to you."
Jeongguk whines, quite pleased with the proposal. Jimin is mine and I am his.
Jimin flops onto his stomach between the blue-haired one's legs, peppering kisses all over his thighs but paying special attention to the inner sides. He sneaks his arms underneath the muscular limbs to hold them from the outside, caging his head between them.
"You're so fucking gorgeous," Jimin groans. "I'm so lucky to have you."
"If you're lucky then I'm even luckier. You're literally perfect in every way," Jeongguk counters.
"Debatable — I have my fair share of flaws," Jimin laughs.
Jeongguk doesn't even have time to try to imagine what flaws he could be possibly referring to because he's immediately distracted by Jimin sinking his teeth into his tender inner thigh. It sends a jolt through the hybrid's body but his muscles quickly relax again as Jimin laves his tongue over the spot, almost as if he's apologizing.
"Sorry, I couldn't resist." Jimin drags his lips down to Jeongguk's knee, kissing it firmly. "I'll be gentle now."
After a couple more kisses there, Jimin crawls up to hover over Jeongguk's clothed dick. He traces the length with a finger, causing Jeongguk's breath to catch in his throat and his stomach to dip, and then puts his mouth over where the tip is, sucking on it through the fabric of Jeongguk's boxer briefs.
"Hyung, wuh-wait!" The lavender-haired man pulls away as if he's been shocked, staring at Jeongguk in concern. "It's nothing bad, don't worry. I just...I was hoping I could make you feel good for a bit. You've been so nice to me and now I wanna give you the attention you deserve."
"That's very sweet of you, baby. I've told you this before though, I feel good seeing—"
Jeongguk grabs Jimin by his shoulders to pull him closer so they're face to face and then rolls them over. Jimin is now lying on his back and Jeongguk quickly situates himself between his legs, quite proud of his maneuver.
"I don't doubt you but part of me wonders if you're so used to giving your clients what they need that you sometimes neglect yourself and your own needs, intentional or not," he says quietly, massaging Jimin's legs. Jimin merely blinks up at him, perhaps still a little surprised by the sudden change in positions, so Jeongguk continues. "Let me do this for you, at least for a little while. I don't want you to think of this as an appointment, as some business transaction with a client. It's just us in this moment — you as your regular self outside of work and me as myself outside of our sessions. So please, enjoy this."
