Jinkook | Our Journey

12.

*3rd person pov*

Jin arched his back, barely hearing Jungkook's words. What had he just said?... Something about Jin not being able to walk?

Jin didn't really care about how sore he might feel tommorow. All he cared about was here and now and ... and how good Jungkook's long fingers felt pumping in and out of him.

Jungkook knew Jin was close. His warm, slick walls clenched around his fingers in a way that made him have to bite back moans.

Jin's breaths came in short pants, and mewls, which only turned Jungkook on all the more.

Jungkook leaned forward, gently licking the tip of Jin's hardened length, and scraping his teeth across it.

That did it.

Jin fisted Jungkook's hair in both his hands, arching himself up, and cried out Jungkook's name as he came.

Jin felt tingly, and exhausted, but he was nowhere near finished yet.

Jungkook's lips were soon on his, and Jin's hands moved quickly to the buttons on Jungkook's black shirt, undoing them.

When the buttons were gone, Jin pushed the shirt down over his shoulders. Jungkook pulled it off, and Jin traced his hands over the other's chest.

Jungkook tugged on the buttons of Jin's shirt. "Take it off, Jin." he ordered, kissing down his neck. "If I do, I can guarantee you'll never wear it again,"

Jin raised an eyebrow, challenging him.

Jungkook shrugged. You asked for it, he thought, and then pulled at the shirt hard.

Jin heard a ripping sound, and gasped. "I liked that shirt!"

"I warned you," Jungkook muttered under his breath. He helped remove their pants and boxers.

The disregarded clothes were soon forgotten, as Jin felt Jungkook underneath him, his hardness pressing into his.

At the feel of their bare chests against each other, they let out a simultaneous moan, and Jungkook felt Jungkook's length throb beneath him.

"Jin..." Jungkook sighed, laying flat on the bed.

Like the other times Jin had seem the older fully naked, he couldn't help but stare.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer," he heard Jungkook say, although the teasing was only on the surface. His voice was strained, and it was obvious that Jin's looking and not touching was very frustrating.

"You're such a child." Jin said, smirking, wanting to tease him for a little bit longer.

"And you talk a lot," Jungkook replied.

"That's a bad thing?"

"Not usually. But I can think of better things your mouth could be doing right now,"

Jin gasped at him bluntness, and Jungkook rolled his eyes.

Nevertheless, Jin wrapped his hand around the base of Jungkook's cock, squeezing gently, and then stroking upwards.