Baby boy ◈ p.jm + j.hs

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Jimin forgets where he is, what day it is, who he is. It's as if he almost fell into a waking dream, but then pulls back out in the very next second, placing him back in the room with Hoseok. He's never felt that before and has no clue what it just was. But then the combined sensations of Hoseok sucking his cock this time, and the consistent drag and push of the vibrator catch up, and Jimin stops caring.

"More, oh my – my god, m-more, more..." Everything is mumbled, coming out lethargically. Jimin feels like his mind is beginning to trek through mud. It's a struggle just to force his mouth open and vocalize the words coherently, having to sometimes pause when that simple task proves to be a challenge. "C-Come... Gonna... Plea' Hoseok... Fuckme... G-Gonna... More please, I... I..."

Hoseok pulls back with a slick pop and then licks flat up the underside of Jimin's erection. "You want me to fuck you now, baby?" His voice sounds a little further away than it should.

Jimin nods, mouth petered open. Even that feels more difficult than usual. His head feels like it's made of bricks. "Ye'please," he slurs, "more..."

But then Hoseok seems to be pulling the vibrator out of him. That's not what Jimin wants, and his mind can't process why Hoseok's doing that. No, no, no no- he can't have less, he needs more, he needs so much more, he needs to be ripped apart from it, oh god it feels so good-

His lips form more words. Jimin feels like he's talking underwater. "No please... No... More... Hoseok, more please... Please don't."

"Jimin?"

It's still inside of him but the movement has stopped. Jimin can never have the movement stop, and he needs it deeper again. God, but he needs Hoseok, too. He needs it all, it feels incredible and Jimin's so close, he can feel it, he can feel the clouds again, the sun... Closer than ever before, it's so fucking good, please-

He pushes out, "Fuck me, please, jus'... Righ' now, fuck me..."

Hoseok sounds uncertain when he hesitantly asks, "'Right...' You mean...? With this thing?" Jimin does his best to nod again, and Hoseok's silent for an insufferable length of time.

Jimin's definitely crazy now – he's crazy, lock him away, he'll lose his mind if he loses this first.

"Are you...? That could really hurt you, Chim... I'm not sure if we – I mean, what if you can't...?"

Jimin beats Hoseok to what he knows is inevitably coming: "We can try... Please..."

The longer Hoseok takes to respond, the more desolate Jimin's feeling – because his brain doesn't have the capacity at the moment to rationalize any conceivable reason why Hoseok would refuse him this when he clearly wants it so bad.

But then by the grace of god, Jimin hears Hoseok pick something up and then a small click. The bottle of lube. Grateful, Jimin sobs out in thanks and clenches around the vibrator, trying to work his muscles around the thickness of the toy as if he could fuck himself with it without Hoseok's help.

"We need to take this slow," Hoseok cautiously warns him. His voice is trembling. Jimin finds the outside of his right thigh with his ankle, and closing that small gap between them makes Jimin aware of the fact that Hoseok's completely shaking. So is he. Jimin hopes Hoseok's shaking for the same reason.

Because he's adamant that extra prep is necessary, Hoseok starts by mindfully working one, two, and then three fingers into Jimin alongside the vibrator. It's a slight strain, but nothing Jimin's never taken before.

Half of Hoseok's work is done for him, since Jimin's muscles – for the most part – are already soft and lax, waiting for him with more patience than the rest of Jimin currently has.