The Bet - Masters of Puppetry » Jikook

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A/N: Warning! Please be aware of mature content.
Also, my first smut. Don't be so hard on me, please.

Part Four
"Please."
    
     
Jungkook, who was hovering over his one night stand, pulled his body against his firmly as he brushed his lips with the elder's and used his muscular thigh to spread the blond-haired male's legs. Then, he slid his tongue lightly across his soft bottom lip before beginning to wander down to his beloved collarbone.

Finally, Jungkook thought.

He gladly sank his teeth into the precious bone that was being exposed by the elder's oversized shirt. The younger finally had Jimin right where he had wanted all along.

Under him.

Jimin's skin was hot against Jungkook's tongue, the taste of salt mingling with an intoxicatingly sweet undertone. It was addictive. The younger grew harsher with every minute and sucked dark marks into the elder's skin. Jimin knew that by the end of the night, his neck would be completely covered with love bites, but, God, he couldn't care less right now.

"You're driving me crazy," Jungkook murmured under his breath.

He leaned close to the blond's ear, panting slowly next to it before sucking on his lobe, tongue swirling around his piercings, which sent shivers down the man's spine. He was so goddamn gorgeous; you wouldn't believe he was real. And Jungkook couldn't. The elder looked like someone you'd solely see on television.

Immensely beautiful but beyond reach.

Jimin drew a deep, staggered breath in response to the wave of heat he felt flushing through him when Jungkook was slowly slipping one hand into his jeans.

"J- Jungkook, I-," Jimin mewled but was shushed immediately after by a passionate kiss from the younger male.

"Stop talking."

Jungkook fiddled with the older man's pants until he was eventually able to unbutton them. Then, he reached for Jimin's shirt to pull the fabric over his head as quickly as he could. Now Jimin was left with his boxers only while the younger was still completely dressed.

"I want to feel you," Jimin uttered despite the younger's command, in a tone so high and beseeching it went straight to Jungkook's groin. Jungkook, of course, understood immediately and obliged the other male by flinging his own shirt to the ground. There was no use for it now anyway.

His toned abs gained Jimin's attention in an instant, along with his semi-hard member. Seeing that they were both worked up already made the blond wonder how Jungkook could contain himself this long. If it was up to Jimin, they would've reached third base half an hour ago, but the brunet was intent on approaching the matter agonizingly slowly.

It's not that Jimin didn't like it. It was quite the opposite, actually. Taking things slow made him feel dizzy and excited in a way he couldn't even begin to explain. Everything was much more intense; every kiss, every touch, every tingling sensation Jungkook's tongue left while it glided along Jimin's trembling body.

But the elder was getting impatient. All he wanted was for Jungkook to finally give him what he needed so, so badly. He started lifting his hips to grind them against Jungkook's, desperate for some sort of friction, but the younger didn't let him.