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"I love you, Jimin... So good for me... I'll keep you safe..."
Hoseok begins to slowly fuck into him again, Jimin pliant and staring up adoringly the entire time. It's no less deep, no less full, but more careful than ever before. He keeps his eyes on Jimin's face, only pausing to look away if he's glancing between them to make sure Jimin's still okay down there. No matter what he does, it all feels like heaven to Jimin, and it feels like a million and one years that he gives Jimin the permission to float and fly and see the world entirely anew.
Jimin tries several more times to tell him how much he loves him, to thank him, but the words either come out mumbled and making no sense, or they only succeed in translating into a moan again. Only once is he able to coherently get out Hoseok's name.
All the while, Jimin's soothed by the sounds of Hoseok panting and talking to him, always such nice things... Such passionate words... About how Jimin's such a good boy, and... how happy he makes Hoseok... How good he feels... Chim, oh god baby boy, you're so beautiful...
Jimin doesn't even feel himself come the second time. There's just too much going on all over and it all feels like bliss that his release mixes in with the rest, and only causes the faintest shiver to spread over him when he starts to come across his stomach again. He's so enraptured watching Hoseok finally fall apart above him.
Hoseok pulls out of him and then eases out the vibrator seconds later. With all the pressure gone, Jimin feels completely see- through from the inside out; all opened up so everyone can see who made Jimin his; that no one else ever will lay a hand on Jimin and have the right to his body like this.
Jimin just keeps gazing upon his face, lovingly watching Hoseok work through those minute expressions he always gets when he lets himself go.
It's around that time when Jimin starts to feel himself coming back into the room – sinking back into his skin and bones – in slivers. All he could feel was toe-curling pleasure before, but now he can also feel the faintest trace of a touch when Hoseok's finger drags across his stomach.
Hoseok reaches up with his clean hand and brushes Jimin's matted bangs from his forehead. Cupping his cheek, he delicately murmurs, "Hi baby boy."
Jimin tries to speak, but realizes he's completely exhausted. He still feels satiated - but now he also suddenly feels like a bus hit him. It strikes him out of nowhere, making the blow of fatigue that much more intense.
Without the necessary strength yet, Jimin swallows and opens his mouth to speak, only to make a fragile noise and abort the effort in midair.
Hoseok runs his thumb along his cheek. "You're safe, just take deep breaths and try to come back to me. No rush, just take your time, sweetheart... You fell under; pretty deep actually. I never knew before if I'd be able to tell when something like that would happen, but... That was actually incredible. I've never... You looked so gorgeous, Chim. And you did great... Thank you for trusting me that much."
