When I First Saw You ...
Authour: SeasideMidnight
Retrieved from: Ao3
Words: 9805
Ship: Jimin×Hoseok
Summary:
"Hey." Jimin catches his bottom lip between his teeth, and stares at him.
Hoseok leans in, putting a kiss to Jimin's forehead. "I love you too, Jimin." Hoseok pulls away and Jimin thinks his heart actually misses a few beats, because yeah, Jimin does look at Hoseok the same way Hoseok looks at him, with love.
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Jimin is warm, so warm; he can feel the stark contrast between the temperatures around him. The warm furnace beneath his head breathes a steady rhythm, and there’s an arm is draped lazily over his hip, hand lightly caressing a pattern on the exposed small of his back. The other hand rests above his head where it lightly scratches at his scalp. His body enveloped, surrounded by the warmth of the thick, heavy down comforter. Jimin can feel the harsh, chilled temperature of the room around him every time he breaths in, cold air traveling in to leave his nose even colder than it was the last breath, but Jimin doesn't mind; he loves this kind of weather, this time of year. It's always been his favorite, even more so over the past few years.
He is somewhere on the plane that exists between snug sleep and consciousness, aware of what's going on around him, but much too comfortable to even attempt an interaction. He can feel soft vibrations, low rumbles, travel from the body below his, and the words nestle themselves somewhere inside his heart. While Jimin can't fully comprehend what is being spoken to him, he can feel the warmth radiating from words seep deeper and deeper into his soul as they filter their way through the haze.
His mind begins drifting away from the present, to think back to quite a few winters ago; when he first entered his dance academy, Jimin had been, keeping quietly to himself. He did as he was told, and practiced until he couldn't push himself any further. Eventually, over time, he found himself in a small group of friends who helped push him just a little bit further with his dancing. Although he’s not as close to those friends as he used to be, he's still thankful for all that they did for him; they pushed him to compete in all those class dance offs, cheered him on, convinced him that he was good enough to enter regionals and to pursue his talent in dance. Even if that had meant moving to Seoul and losing touch, he's still so, so thankful to them.
When Jimin received his acceptance to a university in Seoul with an prodigious performing arts program, he didn't think his life could get any better, only it did; and Jimin knows just how lucky he has been in life and he makes sure to remind himself of that sometimes. He found six people that he wouldn't trade for anything, one of them being, as cliche as it sounds, the love of his life.
Before Jimin’s mind can travel any further, the hand on the small of his back makes its way up his spine, across his shoulder, only to stop. A palm rests on his exposed cheek, and a thumb makes small strokes across his bottom lip.
“Jimin…”
“Jiminie…”
He feels the hand in his hair drag back through his blond strands, applying more pressure, seemingly in hopes to drag him back into a coherent state. Jimin lets out a small, involuntary noise that sounds like a cross between a groan and a squeaky whine; but he still can't find it in himself to open his eyes yet. The body beneath him begins to canter up and down, slightly jarring him from his comfortable position while airy chuckles fill the blissful silence that possess the room. “Jiminie~” the singsongy voice mingles with the chuckles that are still escaping.
His eyes flutter, trying to adjust to the morning light that filters in through the window’s open curtains, bathing the champagne walls in a soft, light blue tone. The light reflects off the pale, gossamer fabric draped over the towering bed posts, which sit at each corner of the bed. His eyes begin to travel the expanse of chest that is laid out before him, up to the soft expression that adorns Hoseok’s face, and it affects him more than he thinks should be possible.
Jimin gives a small smile and takes a deep breath through his nose, which feels like a cube of ice sitting on his face. Moving his head from it's still somewhat comfortable position, he turns, and buries it in the juncture between smooth, warm neck and sharp, welcoming collarbone. He rests his forehead against his boyfriend's juncture, and he can't help but let out a giggle at the shocked squeak that leaves Hoseok’s throat from the cold pressure. His eyes crinkle into little crescents as he burrows his frozen nose further into the warm neck, planning to doze off again.
“Come on, love. Let me see that gorgeous smile of yours.” Hoseok’s hand has found its way to Jimin’s chin, and is now running soothing lines across the younger’s jaw. Jimin thinks for a second, before lifting his head to meet Hoseok’s eyes, unable to contain his smile. Hoseok smiles right back, his light pink, heart-shaped lips forming a suggestive smirk that sets Jimin’s own heart racing. Hoseok knows it only takes one small, provocative gesture, comment, or look to get his heart to kick into overdrive. He once told Jimin that he teases him so much because he loves the flushed expression that briefly flashes across Jimin’s features before he becomes all eye smiles, blushing face and giggles, though Hoseok has said he loves that part, too.
Jimin, still propped up on Hoseok’s chest, finds himself taking in all of the features his face has to offer; from his bright, welcoming eyes with a hint of heat tinged around the edges, to the smooth slope of his nose. The same nose that Jimin often finds himself slowing tracing with the tip of his own when Hoseok is holding himself above him, breathlessly panting out a mixture of Jimin’s name and praises that make his heart soar. The upward pull of Hoseok’s cheeks seem to be a permanent smile, just for Jimin, and the small, light freckle that rests on the edge of his warm, inviting lips; is often a target for Jimin’s sleepy, drunk, or playful kisses.
Jimin meets Hoseok’s eyes once more, and notices his gaze is beginning to visibly darken; it sends rushing heat to pool in his lower abdomen. His eyes fall to focus on inviting lips, not noticing his own breath hitching in his throat or the tip of his tongue running across his bottom lip (a habit he wasn’t aware he had until one day, Hoseok backed him into a wall and thoroughly educated him on his bad habit ) Jimin does, however, feel the scorching trail that Hoseok’s eyes leave behind as they make their way to his lips, then back up to take in his own distracted gaze.
He doesn't even notice himself close the distance between them until his lips are pressed against slightly warmer ones. Parting his lips, his breath still caught in his throat, he brings his head further forward to deepen the kiss. Two hands find themselves resting against either side of Jimin’s face,thumbs stroking across the top globes of his cheeks. The elder pulls Jimin slightly more into him, slanting his nose further around Jimin’s, intensifying the movement of lips. Just as Jimin’s tongue darts out to meet the other’s mouth, Hoseok pulls away, enticing a whine from the almost panting Jimin.
“Jimin,” Hoseok’s forehead rests against his, and his voice has gone to that deep, breathless octave that always seems to trigger something in the pit of Jimin’s stomach, causing all the butterflies to rush out in one quick whoosh.
Jimin meets Hoseok’s gaze, he never tires of seeing that deep seated affection that is always present when Jimin is in his sights. Their friends often tease Jimin about how oblivious he had been back when they first fell into the same friends circle; but to be completely honest, Jimin had always been too busy trying to keep his own stares (that were totally not directed at Hoseok) from being discovered, to even notice another set of eyes on him.
When ones best friends happen to be, at most, exuberant on a good day, this sense of self preservation develops and that becomes somewhat of a habit. While Jimin is sure he could have lived through Taehyung and Jungkook’s constant taunting of his love stricken heart, (doesn't mean they still didn't find something to tease him about on a daily basis) it sure made his life a whole hell of a lot easier at the time to keep it a secret. Jimin was happy to wallow in his own inner turmoil for a while until the pair finally broke him down with the promise of secrecy (Jimin didn't fall for this one) and a lot of kimchi jjigae, sent directly from Taehyung’s grandmother (who makes the best kimchi dishes Jimin has ever tasted.)
“Love, look out the window,” Jimin’s face pulls a slight pout at the now almost normal pitch of Hoseok’s voice. Reluctantly, he pulls his gaze from Hoseok’s face as the elders hands drop to rest on Jimin’s bare back. His eyes land on the window, blinking a few times to bring the bleary brightness into focus. Jimin’s eyes widen and a smile stretches its way across his face. He immediately scrambles his way up and off Hoseok’s chest, climbing over him to get closer to the window. Jimin hears a faint ‘ oof ’ escape the elders mouth, probably because Jimin’s knee landed between two ribs. However, he can't find it in himself to be the least bit apologetic because of what's he sees before him.
“Hobi-hyung, it's snowing!!” He turns his now wide awake self towards Hoseok to let out the most voluminous smile he can muster, then settles himself on the edge of the bed to watch the snow fall. After a moment, he feels the bed dip and he knows Hoseok is making his way to this side of the ridiculously large bed. Hoseok places himself against Jimin’s back, arms, surrounded by blanket, wrap around his waist as he slides Jimin further back to lock them into place. Together, they are two perfectly fitting puzzle pieces.
“Yeah, the first snow,” Hoseok answers, as he places a light peck on Jimin’s temple; his arms tighten around his waist as Jimin rests his hands on top of the protective arms. Hoseok’s head finds its way onto Jimin’s shoulder, soft lips barely brush against his neck as Hoseok speaks his next thoughts.
“I know how important it is to you and how you always want to watch it,” his lips stop moving but stay pressed against Jimin’s neck. He feels Hoseok’s head dip to the side as if he's trying to think of something. Suddenly, a chuckle is vibrating its way across Jimin’s skin, creating goosebumps; they make their way down his spine to converge with the warmth that's found a home in his abdomen. “...though, I don't recall you ever telling me why, only that ‘I'll tell you one day, hyung.’ Jiminie~,” Jimin can practically feel the pout of Hoseok’s face making a slotted indent on his neck.
Jimin giggles and lets his head fall further back to rest against Hoseok’s strong shoulder. His eyes leave the window for a brief moment to look up at Hoseok’s. Jimin is sure the crookedness of his front tooth can be seen from this angle, but over the years he's learned that it doesn't bother him anymore. Deflecting his eyes back to the window, with his head still resting against Hoseok, he scrunches up his face. “Hmm... I don't know, hyung. I don't think you’ve earned it yet…” Jimin tries his very best to hold in the smile that starts to break across his face.
Hoseok cranes his neck to better face Jimin while he makes an appalled ‘YAH!’ straight into Jimin’s ear. At this, he can't help but glance at Hoseok. His nose is scrunched up, raising his top lip to show off the row of straight, bright teeth that is hidden underneath; his eyebrows are pulled together, but raised in a shocked expression. His eyes, while having a playful gleam in them, are narrowed at him in disbelief.
Jimin can't help but lose the loose hold he had on his smile as he erupts into his signature full body laughter. His hands flail around in front of himself trying to find something to latch onto; one hand comes up to rest at his face, attempting to block the airy squeaks that are expelling from his lungs. The arms around his waist tighten their hold as Jimin rocks back and forth from the sheer force of his laughter, and honestly he’s thankful for this. Without Hoseok’s hold on him he'd most definitely be sprawled out, face first, on the heated, mahogany floor right now. Hey, but at least he would still be warm.
Jimin begins to get a hold on his laughter he and feels Hoseok’s face push into the back of his neck, lips ghosting over the freckle that rests at the top of his spine. “So…” The elder’s voice has taken on that deep, promising tone again; it sends a shiver of electric heat down Jimin’s spine, rekindling the flames in his abdomen that have almost been extinguished. “...what do I have to do to earn it?” He finishes, lips brush Jimin’s skin on every word, making heat bloom it's way further down his spine. Jimin feels cool fingertips trace up and down on either side of his exposed ribs, sending shallow waves of heat across his whole body, causing his breathing to pick up.
If Jimin wasn't so aroused, he'd be in tears, trying to get Hoseok to hear his pleas over, obnoxious screams, to stop tickling him. However, Hoseok knows just how to turn the most playful of occurrences into exceedingly obscene gestures. “Hm?” Hoseok inquires into his spine; his fingers trail lower to graze teasingly over the the waistband of Jimin’s black, silk pajama bottoms. Jimin melts further into the warm chest, Hoseok barely hooks a finger under the band to skim against the elastic of his underwear.
Jimin should have known what he was getting himself into, really, he practically walked into a brick wall with that comment. If Jung Hoseok was anything, he was an opportunist, especially where Jimin was involved. He was also the living incarnation of the word ‘ tease .’ Hoseok’s hands use this opportunity (see opportunist) to slide both hands across Jimin’s hips, still under the waistband of the silk pajamas. His thumb nails scratch along the dips of his hipbones on the way to rendezvous over Jimin’s slowly hardening cock.
Hoseok cups him with one hand, the other glides further down, into his pants leg to rest on his inner thigh. Fingers dig into Jimin’s flesh as he gives it an unmerciful squeeze, Hoseok’s mouth makes a trail across the back of Jimin’s neck. He lets out a shaky gasp; the pressure on the back of his neck increases as Hoseok’s mouth drinks him in, harshly, then uses his tongue to lave over the now cherry red skin.
Jimin’s hands have the surrounding blanket fisted between his fingers, trying to ground himself, but he’s failing, miserably. All air seems to leave him as Hoseok’s thumb starts running up and down the length of Jimin’s still clothed, awakening member; the hand on his thigh gives constant, reassuring squeezes. The younger’s head lulls back, thumping against Hoseok’s clavicle as he tries to fill his lungs back up with oxygen. Hoseok nips at his collarbone, teeth lightly dragging down the skin every few mouthfuls.
Jimin can feel Hoseok’s lips pulled back into a smirk, as he works his teeth against the skin, and he is about to ask the elder just what he finds so funny about this situation, but all thoughts exit stage right. The hand that traces his length, stops, and migrates up his chest; Hoseok accidentallybrushes over his nipple, up to the hollow of his throat. He hooks his hand around Jimin’s neck and turns his face to meet him in a heated kiss. Now, Jimin understands just what that smirk was trying to warn him of.
A suppressed moan leaves Jimin’s lips, beckoned out by the way Hoseok’s tongue dances across them. Hoseok pulls away, hand still holding Jimin’s jaw; which prevents him from chasing after the warm lips that just left his. Jimin opens his eyes just as Hoseok’s hold on his inner thigh tightens, causing his eyes to flutter back shut. “Hyung,” Jimin whispers. A soft ‘ ah ’ slips its way into the room as Hoseok’s hand slides further up toned thigh, fingertips skimming the length of the leg band of his boxer briefs.
“Hmm, so what about it Jimin?” Hoseok rumbles into Jimin’s ear as his nose caresses the side of his face.
“Hoseok,” Jimin has a hard time thinking straight, because of the distracting hand rubbing against his sensitive skin. “I was about to tell you, but someone...” Jimin takes in a surprised gulp of air, Hoseok’s index finger grazes the base of his bare member underneath his briefs. He takes a second to put his thoughts back together, “...butsomeone, decided to get handsy.” Jimin should really stop spending so much time around Hoseok; his bad puns are starting to come just a little too easily for Jimin.
Hoseok ‘tsks’ at him, matching Jimin’s half-lidded stare with a mischievous smirk. “Jiminie~” he coos. Jimin will never be able to wrap his head around how Hoseok can still be his normal, lovable, playful self while dripping this sensual aura of deep, promising passion. “That doesn’t sound very convincing to me.” Jimin lets out a high pitched moan, his head tries to fall back but there is still a hold on his jaw, the arrent volume of the moan makes his blush rush further to the surface. Hoseok’s hand surrounds his now pulsing cock, lightly tightening his grip on it then loosing his hold, only to repeat the same action. His thumb strokes the head to spread pre-cum down the length, causing another, louder vibration to leave his lungs.
“Hoseok...next door,” Jimin breaths out, trying to think clearly through the densening fog. Hoseok’s mouth is at his ear again, his hand holding his face but his thumb traces light patterns against soft skin. From the proximity of Hoseok’s mouth, Jimin can feel the labored puffs of air dancing out to brush across his neck; each breath seems to send a new wave of warmth running though him. One of Hoseok’s hands begins to slowly stroke Jimin’s shaft; the other hand’s index and middle finger run back and forth across Jimin’s bottom lip. He can’t stop his tongue from darting out between parted lips every few strokes to greet his finger tips.
“All those moans last night weren’t from a ghost haunting our suite, Jiminie~” Hoseok replies sweetly. The hand wrapped around Jimin’s length increases its movements while the hand holding his jaw smooths its way back down his chest to tweak Jimin’s nipples. A moan catches in his throat, his head feels too heavy with pleasure to hold up any longer; it's falls back to rest against Hoseok’s shoulder. Jimin is too lost in bliss, in large, smooth hands working him over to process what’s being said. It's not until, Hoseok stops stroking him, that he is forced to function again. Jimin breathes out a displeased whine, begging him to start moving again, or something.
“What moans? I don't remember any moans, Hoseok-hyung.” Jimin answers out. Come to think of it, he doesn’t really remember anything past the few hours after meeting up with the others in the hotel bar.
They had all arrived to the hotel within a few hours of each other, all agreeing to meet at 10 p.m., (the ones who invited them all in the first place, would be the last ones to arrive. Sucks to be functioning adults in society.) They all gathered to celebrate their friends 3rd anniversary together (who were kind enough to invite the whole group out to a newly opened 5 star resort for free , how could any of them say no?) Jimin thinks hard and the last thing that is relatively clear to him is leaning on Hoseok, his arm around Jimin’s neck, as they listen to the same story trying to be told by Taehyung and Jin, at the same time, and some friendly banter going on between the two as Yoongi ordered another round of shots for the table.
“I actually don’t remember too much of last night, but from what I can recall, I think I was pretty inebriated hyung.” His eyes meet Hoseok’s as he flashes a coy smile across his features. That smile is quickly wiped off his face when he sees the look in Hoseok’s dangerously narrowed eyes. What startles him most, is the sinful smile that is set across his lips, it makes Jimin’s heart thump against his chest.
“How convenient for you that you don't remember last night,” Hoseok teases as his hands begin their menstruations again. They fall into a slow, tormenting rhythm; he emphases each sentence with a harsh jerk of Jimin’s length or a nip to his shoulder. “How you were a tease all night? How you couldn’t get comfortable in the booth so you sat in my lap, just to start swaying to the music using only your hips? Or how about the things you said you wanted me to do to you? Or worse, the things you wanted to do to me? All those promises and begging from last night, I told you I’d make you own up to them once you were sober.” Hoseok finishes with a soft kiss to his ear and Jimin is sure he is an actual ball of flames right now. He’s blushing from head to toe, even after four years of being with Hoseok, he still set him ablaze. Each thing Hoseok says, Jimin remembers.
He remembers purposely crawling into Hoseok’s lap at the table, moving his hips to the steady beat of the music, thinking of how Hoseok’s cock would hit at just the right angle in this position. How he turned around to wrap his arms around Hoseok’s shoulders. Still sitting in his lap, he told him that he wanted him to do to him: restrain him, edge him until he was actually in tears. Then Jimin said he would enjoy it the other way around, if Hoseok wanted. He remembers telling him how he wouldn't love anything more than to have Hoseok on his knees in front of him, begging Jimin to fuck him; it didn’t matter how, just as long as he did.
Sober Jimin is burning with embarrassment; he is eternally grateful to Namjoon, who had gotten a VIP booth in the bar, this way his little show, might have not been so public . Sober Jimin is also thankful to Drunk Jimin for waiting till they were alone in the booth to start his antics, and if Sober Jimin was being honest with himself, he enjoys everything Drunk Jimin does, especially when he reaps the benefits. Jimin remembers that Taehyung and Seokjin had left to woo a girl, some bet, competition or sexual tension they have between the two of them, Jimin’s not too sure,exactly, what goes on between them at this point. Namjoon, Yoongi and Jungkook had excused themselves for the night a little earlier as well, they had an early morning and a late night, Before they left, Yoongi told them to order and enjoy whatever, that everything was on the house.
“Ah,” Hoseok kisses under his ear as he slows his strokes, Jimin lets out a soft keen, he was so close ; he still needs more. Jimin’s hands let go of the wrinkled blanket and reach around him, burying both hands in Hoseok’s hair, soft, dark strands trapped between clenched fists. “Now you remember what a tease you were being...but I wonder if you remember the best part…” Hoseok’s voice is, deep, husky and barely above a whisper. “Do you remember what you said when we got into the room?”
“I think you’ll have to remind me.” Jimin says before he thinks, his face burning with even more embarrassment than he thought possible.
Hoseok coos at him again, “Awh, baby. Are you embarrassed?” A dark chuckle spills past his lips, “You have good reason to be.” Jimin’s hands automatically tighten their grip in Hoseok’s hair to prepare himself for what's next. The hand around his aching member, teases his head in random strokes, Hoseok’s nose brushes up and down the column of his neck as he speaks.
“When we made it back to the room, our friends next door seemed to already be having their fun. I thought they were torturing poor Jungkookie, the sounds he made, but you had other things to say. We didn’t even take off our shoes before you had me backed against the adjoining wall, grinding against me, panting in my ear about how close you were, how good my thigh felt.” The hand around him has a steady rhythm now, Jimin’s back arches and he turns his head toward Hoseok,his eyes barely open; he gives weak kisses to whatever skin he can get his lips on.
“Pay attention...” Hoseok demands softly, moving just out of the range of Jimin’s lips; his hands still tug at his dark locks. Hoseok cups Jimin’s jaw again, making their eyes meet. “...this is the best part.”
“Hoseokie, do you hear Jungkook, how pitiful he sounds?”
“Lets show them what it should sound like.”
“Let them know how well I beg, how thoroughly you fuck me.”
“I can, I have, been much louder.”
“Take me right here hyung, up against this wall.”
“Poor Jungkook, he needs both Namjoon and Yoongi hyung’s dicks to be satisfied. Me, I only need yours.”
Jimin closes his eyes, saying those words to Hoseok is one thing, but having Hoseok say them back to him, in that octave, is torture. His head is reeling with the memories now, how he backed Hoseok into the wall. Him, taking Hoseok’s hand and placing it over the bulge in his pants; he ground himself against the hard thigh as best as he could in his drunk state. Sober Jimin really tries to find it in himself to hate how shameless Drunk Jimin is, but he can’t.
“Hoseok, what happened next?” Jimin’s eyes open after he breaths out the question. Hoseok is smiling sweetly at him, teeth framed by a warm, pink heart. The smile has Jimin's heart constricting in his chest. Hoseok removes his hand from around Jimin, waistband popping back into place, Jimin mwels in protest; his hands pull at Hoseok’s hair. Jimin hears him wipe his hand on the sheets, then the back of his hand starts caressing his ribcage. Hoseok’s brushes Jimin’s as he moves closer to his plush lips, almost kissing him as he whispers to him.
“I pushed you onto the bed, undressed you, kissed every bit of exposed skin I could reach,” Jimin goes still as he anticipates the next words; his breath is stuck in his throat, heat coiling in his belly. Hoseok is so close that he goes cross eyed trying to look at his mouth as the next words form on his sculpted lips. “You were splayed out, so welcomingly on the bed for me begging me to fuck you. So, I laid myself above you...then I kissed you goodnight and jerked off in the shower.”
Jimin is momentarily frozen as he tries to process what Hoseok said. Hoseok pulls back from him, hand still holding his jaw, but he is giving Jimin a beaming smile.
“Hyung!” Jimin exclaims as his hands leave Hoseok’s hair and he twists from his grasp to rest on his knees, face to face with Hoseok. “I can’t believe you!” His hands push against Hoseok’s chest, then he is (lightly) hitting him on the bicep. Jimin tries his hardest to be mad at him for ruining the atmosphere like that, but it’s really hard with that damn bright ass smile on his face.
Hoseok is full on laughing now, clapping his hands as he looks at Jimin, still with that endearing gleam in his eyes, which sends a small wave of want through his body. Jimin can't help but pull a pout and chuff out an angry breath as his arms cross over his chest, turning his head away from Hoseok.
“Jiminie~” Hoseok sings out, stretching his arms out to grab at Jimin, but he dodges out of the way, crawling around the elder towards the middle of the bed. He flashes Hoseok a playful smile over his shoulder as he scrambles away, but he doesn’t get too far. Hoseok’s arms wind around him as his screeching laughter fills the room. He pulls him back towards him but moves out of the way for Jimin to fall onto the bed. Before Jimin’s back even hits the mattress, Hoseok is throwing a leg over Jimin’s hips and sitting on his thighs, hands resting on his hips.
“Love, don’t be mad.” Hoseok smiles out as his hands drag up Jimin’s toned stomach,muscles twitching in their wake, to rest on his chest. Hoseok leans in to nuzzle at his neck.
“I’m not.” Jimin still has a pout on his lips but his hands are smoothing down Hoseok’s warm back, over his hips, to squeeze on the side of his thighs. Hoseok makes a ‘ hm ’ sound against his throat, he turns his head to give Hoseok more skin to touch. Hoseok grinds his hips against Jimin’s, slowly working them both to full hardness again. Jimin’s lips part with a gasp as Hoseok lips cover the dip above his collarbone and begins to mark him; he turns the surrounding skin a deep burgundy.
“Let me make it up to you, yeah?” He continues to grind his hips. He lets out a groan into Jimin’s skin each time Jimin’s hips jump up to meet his. Jimin’s hands slip under the cool, teal silk of Hoseok’s pajama bottoms; he reaches to grope his cheeks and he shouldn’t be surprised to find that Hoseok isn’t wearing any underwear, typical. Hoseok moves to cover Jimin’s mouth with his own as Jimin massages his ass. Jimin is distracted with their dancing tongues, he doesn’t notice Hoseok shifting until he feels a thigh grinding against his crotch. He’s moans into Hoseok’s mouth, thrusting up to meet his boyfriend’s movements; his hands glide down to the back of Hoseok’s thighs, dragging his bottoms with them. One hand pushes the dance toned thigh against his thrusts to gain more friction.
“Hoseok. Please.” Jimin’s back arches and nails scrape across Hoseok’s bare thighs as he pushes his thigh harder to meet Jimin’s thrusts. Hoseok kisses his way down Jimin’s chest, leaving the space between the younger's thighs. Jimin is left to try and pull Hoseok back into some form of contact with him. The elders smooth hands follow his trail of kisses, he hooks his thumbs around the waistband of Jimin’s pajamas and briefs. He teases him by alternating between small kisses or warm puffs of air against blushing skin, he brings down the smooth fabric only to release it to pop back into place. Jimin squirms underneath him, hands trying to get a grip on his hair so he can guide him to where he wants Hoseok most right now.
“Love, what do you want?” Hoseok has his grin buried into Jimin’s sharp hipbone as he begins to suck at the crevice between bone and hard thigh. Hoseok is finally focused on one spot, so Jimin is able to settle his hands into his soft strands. His grip tightens and he pulls Hoseok off of his hip, the cool air around them rushes to sooth the smoldering skin on his hip.
“Hyung,” he whispers, holding eye contact with him through half lidded eyes, that bad habit of Jimin’s coming out again as his tongue darts out in anticipation. “Please, get me off. Please.” Hoseok’s face lights up at the words, moving to place a small peck on his lips, Jimin’s hands slip down to rest on strong shoulder blades. A smile is on Hoseok’s face as he finally strips Jimin of his clothes in one harsh pull, throwing them somewhere over to his side.
“All you had to do was ask, love.” Jimin gasps as the cool air surrounds his heated erection, then an intense moan surrounds them as Hoseok’s slightly chilled fingertips begin to stroke him from base to tip. The fabric of Hoseok’s pajamas are rubbing against Jimin’s leg. Not fair, he wants to touch Hoseok too. His legs spread wider as Hoseok’s unoccupied hand travels up and down his chest, stopping at each harden nipple to tease it a little more.
Jimin’s hands wrap around Hoseok’s neck, bringing him down to melt their lips together. His mouth parts in an invitation; Hoseok explores in soft, languid motions that create a world of their own, separate from the almost frantic movement of hips and thighs. Jimin brings his knees further up to his chest, he uses his toes to hook around the band of Hoseok’s pants and drag them down his legs as far as he can. Hoseok helps him by wiggling his legs, one by one, with Jimin still gripping them until he is freed.
Hoseok pulls away, a bit breathless, as he arches an eyebrow at Jimin. Jimin, just as breathless, returns Hoseok’s unasked question with a beaming grin. That endearing expression washes over Hoseok’s face and Jimin finds himself smothered in kisses: from his forehead, to his eyelashes, his cheeks, chin, nose until lips are finally hovering above his. Hoseok’s eyes bore into his and Jimin instinctively tightens his arms that are around his neck. “Damn, I love you.” Hoseok seals the words with an affectionate kiss, hand slowly pumping Jimin in time with the movements of their tongues. “How do you want it, love?”
Jimin hooks his ankles together behind Hoseok’s smooth thighs. “Both of us...you...together,” he pants. He can’t get his words to come out right because Hoseok is teasing his head and running the pad of his thumb down the underside of Jimin’s cock. Jimin hopes he understands what he wants. Hoseok pulls away and a small smile graces his lips, Jimin’s eyes close in relief because he understands, Hoseok alway knows what he wants or needs. The bed dips and Jimin is left feeling light and lonely without the press of Hoseok against him; his eyes blink open to watch Hoseok grab a bottle from their travel bag. He’s back on the bed, hips aligned with his, before Jimin can really feel cold.
As the lube is being warmed up between Hoseok’s palms, Jimin bucks his hips upwards to try and begin some sort of friction. Hoseok squeezes his thighs around Jimin’s to still him. “Hyung, hurry.” Jimin knows he sounds desperate, because he is. He just wants to feel Hoseok against him, cum together and maybe be able to get some more morning cuddles in before they have to meet with everyone.
Hoseok shushes him with a kiss as his hands glide over Jimin’s cock to spread lube, all the way down to the base. Jimin tangles his fingers back into Hoseok’s hair to deepen the kiss. His mouth opens with a gasp, Hoseok dips his hips to meet Jimin’s, hard lengths brushing against each other. Hoseok’s tongue slips past his lips, and Jimin noticed after the first time they really shared a kiss, that Hoseok rolls his tongue like he rolls his hips: controlled, teasing and always leaves him asking for more. Jimin manages to let out a whine around Hoseok’s tongue when he feels a hand wrap around both of their cocks, rubbing them together, stroking in time with the grind of Hoseok’s hips. Jimin’s hips begin to meet Hoseok’s on every upstroke. Needing air, he breaks away from the kiss as he breaths open mouth kisses along Hoseok’s jaw and down his neck, fingers lightly tugging on hair.
“Faster, Hoseok, please.” Jimin sighs into his ear, a low moan sounds out as he feels Hoseok obey him, for once . He can tell by the quickening pace of Hoseok’s hand around them that the elder is as close, if not closer, to the edge as he is. “Babe...want to come together.” In a few more strokes, Jimin is teetering on the edge; he can feel the warmth in his abdomen about to boil over. Hoseok’s thrusts are no longer in time with the movement of his wrist, the other hand that was supporting him runs up Jimin’s chest to rub over his nipples.
Jimin knows he’s about to be gone, his eyes meet Hoseok’s, and Jimin can see that he already knows, too. He’s leaning over Jimin to cover his mouth with his own, but before their lips connect, he whispers onto Jimin’s lips. “Cum for me love, you said you wanted to cum together, so cum.” With a particularly hard pinch to a nipple and a well timed stroke of his cock, Jimin cums, his moan swallowed by Hoseok. He feels, more than hears, Hoseok’s own moan of pleasure wracking through him. Jimin isn't sure how Hoseok does it, but he always manages to stroke them both though their orgasms. If it were him he wouldn’t be able to think, yet alone move, as the first wave hits him.
Hoseok’s chest is heaving above his as the elder gives the last, final strokes to both of their sensitive cocks. A smile breaks across his face as he rests his forehead against Jimin’s, removing his hand from them. Jimin loosens his grip on Hoseok’s hair, only to run his fingers through it, smiling back at him. “Hey,” he whispers.
“Hey.” Hoseok places a soft kiss against his lips once more, then he is pulling away from Jimin completely. He leans over the side of the bed, top half of him disappearing as he reaches for something on the floor. His ass is in the air and Jimin can’t control himself. He bites his lip to stifle the laugh that is trying to escape and he moves as quickly, but as softly, as he can so he doesn’t alert Hoseok. Just as Hoseok makes a “Ah ha!” and is about to bring himself back on top of the bed, Jimin’s hand comes down with a resounding ‘smack’ against Hoseok’s ass. He bursts with laughter as Hoseok lets out a scream; he barely manages to keep himself from falling off the bed from Jimin’s scare. He is fully back on the bed in 10 seconds flat, towel in hand as he aims it at Jimin.
