Pluto Rooms | Jikook

Let's Change Our Names to 'Why' and 'Bother'

~ Return of the sexual content Pt. 2 :) ~

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Jungkook's eyes blaze with an emotion Jimin has never seen.

It's a dazed fire--a layered explosion...a sensual desperation that makes the younger seem much, much older than just a twenty one year-old. Jimin studies the younger while his wrist picks up pace, rubbing against the inner lining of Jungkook's Calvin Klein boxers. Jungkook squirms underneath him, his upper body making up for his lower half's inability to move. Taut abdominal muscles tense and relax, tense and relax while Jimin kisses the younger's stomach. He's so beautiful like this.

"Ji...min...mmg..." Jungkook whispers, face contorting in the approach of his third orgasm for the day. "My...foot..."

As Jimin's hand keeps a fast pace against hot skin, his head turns to watch the younger's foot. Following his first jack off, the younger came with a gasp of both pleasure and triumph. After the younger had fully caught his breath and rode his high out, his eyes lit up with insanity and he grabbed Jimin's arm. 'JIMIN!! MY FOOT JUST MOVED ON ITS OWN! THAT NEVER HAPPENED BEFORE WHEN I--YOU MUST HAVE THE MAGIC TOUCH!! DO IT AGAIN! DO IT AGAIN!'

"Okay!" Jimin had laughed at the innocent sounding order. It reminded him of a young child asking to be pushed higher on a swing--impatient and childishly giddy. If he didn't have Jungkook's semen all over his hand, he might have thought the younger was just asking him to complete an innocent task. Yet his feelings for the younger prompted him to clean up the younger, spend a few minutes arousing him again, only to have the same MY FOOT MOVED, MELONSEXY! on the second go. It made him insanely happy, not only to pleasure Jungkook sexually, but to see the younger so excited for himself. So hopeful.

"I'm watching." Jimin squeezes the other harshly, emitting a groan from swollen lips. It only takes a few more strokes before the younger falls apart, breath hitching as he comes. Jimin gasps along with his boyfriend as Jungkook's ankle twitches to the side, foot flexing before it relaxes. I've never seen that much movement out of his leg before.

Jungkook, now sweaty, panting, and radiating joy, pulls Jimin down to kiss him. This kiss is tired, lazy, yet full of gratefulness. Not everyone would be willing to help him orgasm three times for a foot twitch. But Jimin isn't everyone. And he loves how comfortable he feels in doing so...how it's not awkward between them at all. How they just know and understand each other.

"Thank...you...Melonheart." Jungkook whispers against his cheek, their bodies warm and satisfied against each other. "I think we need to do sexual therapy for my legs from now on."

Jimin giggles, cleaning his hands off on a wipe that they'd piled next to the mat. "Haha! What would your doctor think about that? What about your mother?"

"They don't care as long as I get better." Jungkook's hand rubs tender circles on the elder's back. "And...fuck, Jimin. Even if my foot doesn't twitch...that was the nicest I've felt in a while."

A swell of pride rolls into Jimin's gut. I'm glad I can make him feel better. "Good. I hope you know that your sexy ass can hit me up anytime and I'd be more than willing to help you--for therapy or not."

A sinister grin creeps onto the younger's face. Jimin brushes a brown lock off of his forehead. "Well that was easy."

"Jungkook, I literally wanted to do that the first day I met you in person." Jimin helps the younger sit up, both a little flushed from their activities. Jimin rolls Patrick next to the mat. "But I didn't know if you were nervous about doing anything more than hugging because of your condition."