"I just- I don't know- today wasn't the best day so now I'm all frustrated but—" Jeongguk cuts himself off and inhales deeply, "—this is embarrassing to talk about but I'm trying to, like, come, but my body is refusing to listen."
"Oh, baby, I'm so sorry."
Tears prickle Jeongguk's eyes, bottom lip quivering, because fuck, there was so much affection and emotion in that baby and now he really wishes Jimin were here so he could hug him.
"I feel pathetic," Jeongguk mumbles.
"No, you're absolutely not. Sometimes we just need a little help, yeah? Would you like that? Want hyung to help?"
"Please," Jeongguk practically whines. He knows Jimin's voice guiding him will be the push he needs to finally dive off the edge he's been teetering on.
"Alright, pretty. Where are you? Somewhere comfortable?"
"Yuh-Yeah, in my bed," Jeongguk replies.
"Good, good. Tell me what you're wearing," Jimin instructs.
"Um, just a crewneck sweater."
"And what have you done to yourself so far? Where have you touched?"
Jeongguk rubs his legs together, closing his eyes as his face heats with embarrassment. "Just- just my dick."
"Aw, that's no fun, baby. You need more than that." Jeongguk can hear the pout in Jimin's tone. "We need to change that, don't we? I want you to touch your chest for me."
"Where?" Jeongguk asks quietly, drifting a hand up his stomach underneath his sweater.
"Wherever you'd like. But I bet your nipples are feeling a little lonely, don't you think?"
Jeongguk lets out a shuddering breath as his fingers graze the left one, drawing slow circles around it. "Yuh-Yeah."
Jimin inhales sharply. "Oh, you sound so pretty already, kitty. Does it feel good?"
"Mhm," Jeongguk nods, temporarily forgetting that Jimin can't see him. "Wish you were here."
"Fuck, I do, too," the elder groans. "Wish I could play with your other nipple, make them both get hard, watch them turn pink after they're pinched. I bet your cheeks would turn a lovely shade of pink, too, wouldn't they? You'd get all shy and squirmy."
"Ah, yeah," Jeongguk whimpers as he tugs on the perky nub more forcefully. Goddammit, he wants to feel Jimin's hands on him.
"What else would you want me to do?" Jimin asks, voice low.
"I don't know," Jeongguk lies.
"Mm, I doubt that but I'll let it slide this time. For now, how about I list things and you say whether you like them, okay?"
The blue-haired man makes an eager noise of agreement. This is easy. Admitting what he wants, on the other hand, is not — he's far too shy.
"Would you want me to kiss you?"
"Yes," Jeongguk breathes, trying to recall the sensation of Jimin's lips against his from his memory.
"Mm, you deserve them, deserve lots of kisses. You're such a sweet, lovely boy." Jeongguk keens from the praise. "What about your neck? Want me to kiss you there?"
"God, yes."
"I'd give you so many, baby. Wouldn't stop until I've covered every spot. Then I'd move down, down to your collarbones. So prominent and pretty, just begging to be marked, aren't they?"
Jeongguk's eyes are closed now as he conjures up the scenario in his head. Imaginary Jimin does exactly what he says he would, kisses down to Jeongguk's collarbones and sucks at them until they're decorated with red and purple. He has to bite his lip to hide the needy noises that want to escape him. His hand twists his nipple, causing his breath to hitch.
