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Completely naked, I edge closer, pulling his jeans down a little more in order to line our dicks up together, wrapping my hands around them both as I work them up and down.

Ecstasy zaps down my spine, my jaw slacks as I look down at where the both of us are touching. I could come from this alone and be a happy man. It's never felt like this, like more than just a simple touch, a sexual desire, a need to be filled. This is entirely new to me.

Pre-cum beads at the tip of my dick, and I swipe my thumb over it, dragging it over our cocks as I tighten my grip, and Jimin gasps with pleasure.

"I need more, Jungkook. I need more, please," he begs, his eyes finding mine as I don't relent on our cocks. I can read between the lines, and see what he's asking for without using the words, and I'm right there with him. His eyes search mine, desperation getting the better of him as he cups my chin. "I'm verse, fuck me into next week, I'm begging you," he finally says, confirming exactly what he wants, and my cock pulses against his.

"Me too," I mutter, slowing my hand movement but maintaining the pressure as his head falls back against the door behind him, a curse falling from his mouth breathlessly.

"Oh fuck, you're going to make me explode with just that fact alone," he grinds out, likely imagining what it would be like next time when it's me begging him to fuck me.

Next time.

I just thought next time.

Why the hell do I mean it too?

Focusing on the here and now, I lean forward, kissing the corner of his lips before whispering in his ear. "The whole objective here is to make you explode, darling, and I'm going to enjoy it. Get on the bed."

I release my hold on our cocks, my body hissing with disappointment at the loss of contact, but I'll make up for it in a minute. I watch as he steps fully out of his jeans, discarding them to the side as he makes his way to the bed.

With his head resting on the pillows, knees slightly raised, and his eyes fixed on mine, he looks like every dream I've ever fucking had.

Walking around to the nightstand, I grab my wallet and pull out the two packets of lube. Jimin chuckles from the bed as I place them down beside him. "Always prepared, Koo," he mutters, the nickname sending another spike of pleasure down my spine as I nod.

"It's my job to be, Darling," I reply with a grin, loving the taste of his nickname on my lips.

Joining him on the bed, I place myself between his thighs, my calloused fingers running over his pebbled skin as I focus on the main attraction between his legs. Without a word, I swipe my tongue up the length of his cock, from root to tip, and the moan it elicits from his mouth spurs me on more.

I repeat the motion once more, but when I reach the tip this time, I engulf his cock with my mouth, swallowing him whole, and his hips buck up off the bed.

"Fuck, Jungkook," he groans, his fists gripping the sheets at his sides as he pants. "You're going to make me blow before I get to feel you, and that's all I've been able to think about since I first laid eyes on you," he admits, sending a shiver of desire running through my veins. "Put me out of my misery, please." Oh!

Who am I to deny a pleading man? Especially one who wants this just as much as I do.

Not offering any response, I run my tongue from the tip to the root of his cock before swiping my tongue over his balls and making my way to his ass.

"Oh, fuck no, I'm going to come! Shit, Jungkook-," he hisses, hips bucking up off the bed. His pleading eyes find mine, his pupils completely blown with need as he places his hand on top of mine on his thigh. "Spread me with your cock, nothing else."

His words are raw, his voice raspy as he grabs the packets from beside him and offers them out to me. Instead of taking them from his hand, I rise to my knees and he seems to understand almost immediately.

He rips open the lube, drizzling it over his hand and sheath my dick before he smothers my cock with the slick liquid. My teeth sink into my bottom lip, fighting back the hiss of ecstasy that ricochets through me. I don't move, watching him the entire time, until he's done the second packet too.

When he's finished, he drags the remnants on his hands over his own dick, a small moan passing his lips, and I take that as my cue to take the next step.

Grabbing a pillow, Jimin gets the hint and lifts his hips up so I can position it under him, giving me a better angle to align my cock with his ass. He eagerly spreads his legs, and when I drag the tip of my cock over his exposed hole, I watch as his eyes roll to the back of his head.

"Please, Jungkook...," he whispers, his breath lodged in his throat, and I take his order, slowly nudging myself inside.

His tight ring fights back against me immediately, but he relaxes his body without me saying a word and I slip further inside. His heat around my cock is overwhelming,  his body sealing to mine until I'm fully seated inside of him.

I freeze in place, attempting to give us both a moment to adjust and when Jimin gives me a nod, I slowly retreat until only the tip remains before I slam back inside, harder and faster this time. Our groans mix together, in sync with one another as I repeat the motion again and again.

Gripping the back of his thighs, I hold him in place, sweat dripping down my spine as I thrust into him over and over, addicted to the feel of him around me.

"Holy shit, Jungkook," he gasps, hands reaching above his head to hold on to the headboard, making him look like something straight out of a wet dream, and it makes my moves become more jagged. The climax burns at the base of my spine desperate to take over as I release my hold on one of his thighs and wrap my fingers around his cock instead.

"Fuck," I grunt, unable to hold back the orgasm ready to rip through my body any longer. Jimin curses, a groan tearing from his chest as he climaxes just before me.

His ass tightens around my cock, squeezing any remaining restraint from me as his cum sprays between us in ropes, painting both of our bodies as I find my release too.

A roar-like sound rips from my throat as my body burns from head to toe with ecstasy. I don't stop thrusting into him or working his cock until we're both completely spent, riding out every wave of our pleasure before we collapse into a heap on the bed.

Slowly slipping from Jimin's body, we both groan in protest and lie down beside him, attempting to catch our breath.

I don't know how much time passes, but when I roll to my side, I find him already facing me, a serene smile gracing his lips as he looks at me.

"I could sleep for a week now," he murmurs, his smile spreading even further as I grin, rising up onto my elbow to look down at him, trailing my finger over his chest.

"Well, unluckily for you, we're only stopping for a break, then I want to taste this on my tongue," I murmur, watching as he drags his tongue over his bottom lip and nods profusely.

"Sleeping is for the weak," he mutters in response, drawing a burst of laughter from my lips as I inch closer and press my mouth to his.

I am one million percent addicted to this man, and there's nothing I can do about it. But one thing must remain clear: his safety is my number one priority.