One shots - Jikook -

Sun Drenched

Free days are best spent lazing around in bed, blowing raspberries on Jimin's soft milky tummy.

The sun has long peaked across the horizon and tempered daylight pours in through the half-drawn drapes into Jungkook's room, dancing across Jimin's frame and creating a halo around him. His silky hair, black as jet is fanned out on the pillow as the sunlight catches the silver in the strands.

Jungkook moves down Jimin's bare stomach, hiking up his shirt even more and blows a raspberry right below his navel, nipping at the chub. "Mm delicious" he murmurs as he nuzzles his face into Jimin's belly, rubbing the scruffy stubble on the sharp of his jaw against the smooth expanse of skin evoking from him pure undiluted laughter.

Jungkook wraps his arms around Jimin's to trap them in place before blowing a small raspberry  the sting with a broad swipe of his tongue and he moves on to assault the other cheek. I want to eat him, Jungkook thinks. I really wanna just eat him up. He settles on nibbling on the downy flesh.

Jimin throws his head back, laughs and squeals kicking his feet out, flailing about helplessly trying to get out of Jungkook's embrace, it's Jungkook's favourite sound so, so sweet and seraphic. He can't help it, he finds his hyung so bewitchingly adorable. He is so freaking cute. So, freaking cute. Jungkook maybe wants to die. Just a little.

"Jungkook-ah!" Jimin screams out his name arching his back as he writhes underneath him.

Jimin is so beautiful. He takes time in admiring the delicate ribs that press against pale flesh, his dark nipples, his ragged breathing. He observes his pulse along the satiny column of his throat that is yet to be marked up. Jungkook has always found Jimin beautiful, beautiful in the broadest most profound sense of the word.

Jimin is like an inferno, a large radiant flame incapable of being stomped down. A raging and rapidly spreading conflagration. Jungkook had never thought he could ever fully ingress Jimin, contain him or discern him. Jungkook had been a winter boy; reticence, a vital part of his nature as the keys are on the piano that he has taken to learning. But it was Jimin that made the first move, it was he that tried to comprehend him at the start, tried to melt his icy exterior with his quicksilver flames. He had thawed in Jimin's hands.

"Kookie?" Jimin calls out and belatedly, he realizes he is staring. But when is he not staring at Jimin? When is he not admiring his unearthly beauty? Doing so is almost a sublime experience.

Jungkook presses his mouth to Jimin's side and blows yet another set of raspberries, along the expanse.

Jungkook looks at him softly, a fond indulgent expression on his face at the giggles the other is letting out. He wiggles his fingers up the elder's sides, wanting more of those delicious sounds that he is making.

"Kookie – stop –" Jimin pleads but he has no impetus to do so. Jimin looks best underneath Jungkook. "Kookie – please!" Jimin manages to say through a fit of bubbly giggles.

Jimin's uncontrollable laughter is lost to breathlessness, his face is red and puffy and mirthful tears pool in the corners of his eyes. Tears cling like dew to his eyelashes. A spray of diamonds across the sides of his cheeks disappearing into his hairline.

Jungkook can feel himself growing hard, his cock fattening up as he licks at the running salt, a semi chub in the left crease of his crotch pressing against his thigh. The urge rolls in like tidal waves, heat coiling in his lower belly, an ache in the center of his cock.

He begins tickling Jimin's ribs again and he is once again thrown into hysterics. He stretches his body over Jimin's making sure his clothed cock is brushing against Jimin's leg just to see his expression once he realizes. It's audible; the way his breath hitches in his throat. Jungkook stops his ministrations. Now the flush staining Jimin's cheeks are for entirely another reason.