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Stepping inside Jeongukk's penthouse felt different.
It has been four months.
Last time he came here as an art restorer. As someone temporary.
Tonight the atmosphere had changed entirely.
Jimin stood quietly in the middle of the living room while rainwater dripped from his sleeves onto the expensive floor.
Warm lighting illuminating the place around.
Jeongukk had disappeared briefly, before returning with a clean, crisp and somehow warm towel.
“Come here.”
Jimin obeyed automatically.
Jeongukk stepped close enough that Jimin stopped breathing properly again. Then carefully started drying his hair himself.
Slow movements.
Gentle hands.
Towel rubbing softly over damp strands while Jeongukk looked unbearably focused on the task.
Jimin’s cheeks slowly warmed. “You don’t have to do that.”
“I know.”
Jimin glanced down for a moment, and when he looked up again Jeongukk was already staring at him.
Jimin swallowed softly. "What?"
“Nothing.”
Jeongguk knew that look now.
The shy one.
The one Jimin gave when affection overwhelmed him unexpectedly. So Jeongukk leaned down and pressed a brief kiss to his forehead before stepping back.
“Go shower first." he said quietly. “I’ll get you some clothes.”
Jimin nodded slowly.
Still feeling strangely breathless.
Jeongukk guided him toward the guest bathroom, warm hand resting lightly against the small of his back the entire way.
Then left for his bedroom.
The second the door closed behind him, Jeongukk exhaled sharply. Because this...
This was becoming dangerous in entirely different ways now.
Rain-soaked Jimin wandering through his penthouse looking soft, trusting and flushed from cold air was already difficult enough.
And Jeongukk was still a man who was deeply, helplessly in love with him.
Watching Jimin’s slim shoulders beneath the translucent, wet fabric of his shirt sent a sharp ache to his groin.
Which meant every tiny domestic thing affected him far more than it should.
Jeongukk dragged a hand slowly down his face before opening his closet.
Compose yourself.
He scolded himself. Because the last thing he ever wanted was for Jimin to feel pressured or unsafe around him.
Especially now, after the office incident.
He himself took a quick shower, and changed into dry clothes. Before walking towards the guest room, with clean clothes folded neatly in his arms.
15 minutes. Jimin must have showered by now.
Rain lashed against the windows of his penthouse. A rhythmic drumming that mirrored the frantic pulse in Jeongukk's throat.
He pushed open the guest room door, expecting to find the bathroom door closed, or Jimin in a bathrobe.
Instead, the bathroom door stood wide open, and Jimin was there. Standing by the edge of the bed, his back turned to the entrance.
He was completely naked. The golden light of the bedside lamp caught the curve of his round buttocks and the dip of his narrow waist.
He was reaching for a towel at the foot of the bed, his body stretching, the muscles of his back rippling under skin that looked like whipped cream.
"Fuck me." Jeongukk rasped out.
Jimin turned his head around horrified, and shrieked a high pitched sound.
He clutched the towel to his chest, but it did little to hide the flush creeping up his neck or the way his thighs pressed together in a frantic attempt at modesty.
"Jeongukk! I... I thought you’d knock! The towel was... I forgot it in the room."
Jimin stammered, his eyes darting toward the floor. Frantically trying to cover himself up.
Jeongukk didn't move. His gaze was a physical weight, dragging over Jimin’s collarbones and the damp hair clinging to his forehead.
His cock throbbed, straining against his pyjamas.
"Don't cover yourself. Not from me."
"Please, Jeongukk. I'm... embarrassed." Jimin whispered in small voice.
Jeongukk dropped the clothes on a nearby chair and crossed the distance in three predatory strides.
He gripped Jimin’s chin, forcing him to look up. "You have no idea what you do to me, do you? Standing there like a gift."
Jimin's breath hitched as Jeongukk's thumb traced his lower lip.
"Be mine Jimin. Completely." Jeongukk growled.
He crashed his lips onto Jimin’s, the contact explosive. It wasn't a gentle kiss it was a reclamation.
Jeongukk's tongue forced its way past Jimin’s teeth, seeking the heat inside. They tasted of beer and desperation. Saliva slicked their mouths, a wet, shlicking sound filling the quiet room as they fought for air and dominance.
Jeongukk's hands wandered, one gripping the back of Jimin’s neck while the other squeezed a globe of his ass, molding the soft flesh.
Jimin let out a soft moan, his hands tangling in Jeongukk's damp hair. "Mmph Jeongukk... wait..."
Jeongukk pulled back instantly, his eyes dark with a possessive fire.
"Tell me to stop and I will baby. Try to tell me you don't want this."
Jimin breathed and gulped shyly. "I want it. I do. But... not like this. Not in the guest room." Jimin whispered, his face burning.
Jeongukk said nothing. He scooped Jimin up in his arms, and walked out of the guest room.
He carried Jimin to the master bedroom and set him in the center of his massive bed. Who just sat there timidly, holding onto the towel for his dear life.
Without taking his eyes off Jimin, Jeongukk stripped.
He shed his freshly changed black t-shirt, then kicked off his trousers. Revealing 9 inches of thick, angry erection that pulsed with every heartbeat.
Jimin’s eyes went wide, his mouth parting in a silent 'o'. Breathing getting quicker and audible.
"You're so.... that's..." Jimin tried talking, his gaze fixed on the heavy length for few long second, before he diverted it.
"It's all for you." Jeongguk said it without a sweat.
He didn't climb onto the bed. Instead he walked closer, and dropped to his knees on the floor. Positioning himself in front of Jimin.
"I won't do anything which will make you uncomfortable, but i need you to tell me what do you want my love."
Jimin averted his gaze on his lap. "I... I don’t know."
Jeongukk just looked at him for a second, as his hand grabbed the towel sitting on Jimin’s lap.
"Then we'll find out. The minute you feel uncomfortable, tell me. Okay?"
Jimin nodded at that, his chest heaving in excitement.
Jeongukk, slowly and carefully removed the only barrier covering Jimin’s modesty while looking in his eyes.
And the very next second his head bowed down, as to pleasure Jimin.
Jeongukk's tongue swiped across the head of his cock. He was relentless. His cheeks hollowing as he sucked with a filthy, rhythmic intensity.
Wet, squelching noises echoed in the room. He used his tongue to swirl around the sensitive rim, gathering the beads of pre-cum that leaked from Jimin’s tip.
"Oh god! Jeongukk... ahh..." Jimin cried out, his back arching off the silk sheets.
"I love the sound of being your god."
Jeongukk muffled against Jimin's length, with a smirk.
Then he increased the pace, his head bobbing frantically. He let his teeth graze the underside of the shaft, eliciting a sharp sob of pleasure from Jimin. Whose thighs began to shake, toes curling.
"Ahh..Jeongukk... I'm going to... Jeongguk, I'm going to come!"
Jimin warned, his voice cracking. But Jeongukk didn't pull away. He hummed against the base of Jimin’s cock, the vibration sending Jimin over the edge.
Jimin groaned, his body convulsing as he spurted his load deep into Jeongukk's throat. Which he swallowed, his tounge still working as he cleaned Jimin with long, lingering licks. Before letting his soft cock go with a pop.
Jimin fell back on the bed, gasping. His eyes glassy. "You... you swallowed it."
Jeongukk crawled over Jimin’s form, caging him.
"I want every part of you inside me." Jeongukk said with serious tone.
He looked feral, a smear of Jimin’s seed on his bottom lip.
Jimin said nothing. With a trembling hand he touched Jeongukk's cheek.
Jeongukk's pupils dilated just a fraction. "Spread your legs for me, Jimin. Wide."
He commanded and Jimin obeyed. His heart hammering.
Jeongukk positioned himself between Jimin’s thighs. He didn't go for the heat of his entrance; instead, he pressed his cock against the smooth, inner flesh of Jimin’s thighs. He squeezed Jimin’s legs together, creating a tight channel.
"Like this?"
"Exactly like that. Hold them tight for me."
Then he began to thrust, the friction of skin on skin creating a rhythmic slapping sound. He was heavy and thick, the head of his cock rubbing against Jimin’s balls, with every stroke.
Jeongukk groaned, the sound raw and guttural.
"You're so soft. Fuck, just your thighs feel like heaven. Only can imagine how tight your hole would be."
Jimin moaned in reply. The friction and feeling of Jeongukk's heavy, big cock was overwhelming. On top of that, Jeongukk talking like that.
Jeongguk’s balls slapped against Jimin’s perineum, the sound sharp. He buried his face in Jimin’s neck, biting at the sensitive skin there.
"You're fucking mine, do you hear me? No one else touches you. No one else looks at you."
Jeongukk hissed, his possessiveness flaring.
"Ahh.. yes, only yours... yours." Jimin whimpered, his head tossing back and forth. Completely lost of senses.
Jeongukk felt the pressure building, he thrusted more violently, his cock occasionally slipping out from the sheer speed before he guided it back into the tight grip of Jimin’s thighs. The squelching of the fluids grew louder, a filthy symphony of their joined bodies.
"I'm close. So fucking close, gonna cum all over you..marking you as mine." Jeongukk roared.
He gave three more powerful, desperate lunges, his muscles locking as he spilled himself across Jimin’s stomach and chest.
He collapsed beside Jimin, his breath coming in ragged bursts. Their sweat-slicked bodies sticking together, as he pulled Jimin in for a hug.
"Did you... did you get enough?" Jimin asked softly, his head resting on Jeongukk's chest.
Jeongukk looked at him, a dark, cunning smirk playing on his lips.
"Never. I’ll never have enough of you."