Wine-Stained Lips 

Jungkook's larger hand moved to Jimin's hips and steadied the smaller boy in his arms before bringing his mouth to Jimin's neck. He brushed the soft skin gently with his full lips and Jimin tilted his head back and gasped. Jungkook moved up his neck causing Jimin's spine to arch before Jungkook's mouth reached his own and suddenly Jimin was the one pulling on Jungkook's silk dress shirt, balling the material up in his fists and a small moan escaped him.

The kiss wasn't soft - it was messy and rough like Jungkook had been an animal behind a cage set free. He sucked and bit on Jimin's lip, causing it to swell slightly before pulling away.

"If you want to stop," Jungkook breathed heavy, his nose tracing down Jimin's jaw with his lips only an inch away. "Please tell me now."

"My body's yours." Jimin said, the words feeling familiar on his lips but there was no memory associated with them. 

Jungkook almost laughed with relief.  The restrain left his strong muscles as he brought up his large hand to push Jimin's chin to the side, granting Jungkook access to the most sensitive parts of Jimin's neck. He kept Jimin in place as he sucked hard on the skin. His other hand went to Jimin's lower back, slipping under his shirt and pulling Jimin closer to him which gasped Jimin to gasp. 

Jungkook bit slightly at Jimin's skin, sucking harder while drawing such smooth, slow circles with his fingers right above Jimin's ass. It drove Jimin wild, the juxtaposition of slow stroke and harsh sucking of his skin that he couldn't help but get hard against the man holding him. 

Jungkook freed Jimin's chin, pushing Jimin against the marble counter and pining him to it with his build frame around him. He trialed a finger down Jimin's side before sliding it onto Jimin's chest underneath his shirt. He moved further on top of Jimin, brushed against his crotch as his hand traveled up and up and up underneath the shirt before wrapping around the base of Jimin's throat and applying a light pressure which caused Jimin to moan. 

The single sound caused a grin sharp as a knife to appear on Jungkook's lips. He looked euphoric; eyes dazed in excitement with almost a primal tint. 

"Kiss me." Jimin managed to croak out and Jungkook laughed, the sound free and wild and consuming as he leaned forward and connected their lips. He traveled the hand not around Jimin's throat and palmed him through Jimin's jeans causing Jimin to moan against Jungkook's lips as he kissed him. 

When had his hand gone into Jungkook's hair? Jimin was tugging on the curls, as if it were the only rope keeping him from falling over. How long had they been kissing?? Was there something else he was supposed to be doing?

Jungkook growled as his strong hands moved to either side of Jimin's hips, lifting the boy up and onto the kitchen table. Jungkook stepped in between Jimin's legs, pressing his hands on Jimin's thighs to signal Jimin wrapping them around Jungkook's waist. He could feel how hard and how....well Jimin swallowed at the thought of something that size inside him...

Jimin's legs stretched underneath him at the rush, the harsh sucking and biting of sensitive skin caused his head to fall back. He was starting to be the one losing focus instead of the other way around. 

Jungkook forced Jimin's legs back into a bend, cupping him underneath the knee taking away Jimin's only release of the pleasure building up inside of him without directly coming.

"Not until I say so." Jungkook growled into Jimin's ear as he leaned forward and ground against him.

Jungkook's hand moved from Jimin's legs, brushing up and down Jimin's skin right where his shirt could lift. He didn't go far but once his nails started to dig Jimin had to go for Jungkook's lips to hold back a moan. He moved his own hands to Jungkook's shoulders, brushing his fingers around those defined muscles as Jungkook melted against his lips. 

God Jungkook's lips. His nails. His bites. 

What was he supposed to be doing? Jimin could remember having something important to do but...

Jimin tilted his head as he sucked on Jungkook's bottom lip. Jungkook gently brushed his tongue against Jimin's, leaning in as Jimin's arms around Jungkook's neck pulled him closer. He could feel Jungkook's crotch brush against his and it was Jungkook who moaned. Jungkook moved, grabbing the end of Jimin's shirt and helping Jimin out of it. His eyes glowed - the gold overshadowed by the dark aura of hunger burning in them.

Right. Now. It has to be now, Jimin thought, desperately trying to pull himself from the ecstasy. If he didn't focus - he knew just where the night would go instead. Somewhere he couldn't admit to himself he very much wanted. 

Jimin shifted, bringing his hand to press against Jungkook's chest. He brushed painfully slow circles with his thumb on the skin of Jungkook's collarbone to counter the frantic speed of their lips. He could tell the trick worked because again a sound like soft symphonies left Jungkook's throat. Jimin arched his hips forwards. 

"Mm beautiful.. My beautiful, beautiful Jimin" Jungkook said, his hands traveled to Jimin's ass before stepping back to flip Jimin over onto his stomach, bent over the kitchen table. Jungkook's arms came down around to cage Jimin's frame, his chest an inch away from Jimin's back and Jungkook kissed the back of Jimin's neck so sweetly Jimin blinked in shock.

"I love seeing you like this, you know." Jungkook said, his voice so rough and low it was almost enough to undo Jimin. "One of my favorite, favorite sights." Jungkook said, his finger tracing a slow line from the back of Jimin's neck down to his waist were Jungkook started to play with the top of Jimin's jeans.

Now. It had to be - Jungkook was sucking Jimin's neck again, right under the jaw and Jimin couldn't help but rock against the kitchen counter. He needed to release, and soon, or his head wouldn't stop spinning.

Jungkook made an approving noise, biting Jimin's earlobe lightly as his hands helped push Jimin up and down against the counter. Stars were bursting against Jimin's eyes, he was starting to lose it. He'd do anything for more, to keep riding the feeling that coursed through his veins as Jungkook pressed against him, those lips violent.

So little about this was delicate - nothing soft or sweet like romance novels or movies had prepared Jimin for. As if neither man could get enough of the other. As if there would never be enough time to. Every suck, every touch, every pull was like drowning in a pool of lava setting Jimin on fire. He wanted more, he'd give more, but -

This was a stranger. Who had a missing flyer of Jimin's face hidden in his closet.

That fire felt like a bucket of ice had been thrown on top of it.

"Jungkook." Jimin said, out of breath.

Start easy.

"I found a gold mascaraed mask laying around. Were we really that kinky?"

Jungkook maneuvered his hand to the zipper of Jimin's jeans, his hand pressed fully against Jimin's clothed cock causing Jimin to moan from the sudden contact. Focus.

"Yes." Jungkook said with a cocky grin.

Jimin frowned. Lie.

"Oh. There wasn't any other reason for us having that?"

Jungkook blinked, pulling his hand away. Jimin panicked, shifting back around so that he was facing Jungkook and started undoing the buttons of Jungkook's torn dress-shirt. He kissed where each button was undone before moving to the next - going lower and lower. Jungkook's hand was in Jimin's hair and Jimin could have sworn the boy was starting to push his head lower too. Jimin smirked at that despite himself.

Jungkook frowned. "I don't know what it was for, I'm sorry Jimin."

Lie.

"What was on you when you came home?" Jimin lingered down near Jungkook's exposed V, giving it a kiss before flicking his eyes up to see the man watching him. The heat of the moment starting to cool as Jungkook was catching on.

"Did something happen, Jimin?" Jungkook asked slowly, starting to pull away and really looked at Jimin. There was still love in those dark eyes but now - now hurt also laced within the gold streaks. He looked down on the bruises his lips were causing on Jimin's neck and back up at the boy before him. For the first time since Jimin's injury, he saw the switch in Jungkook's eyes, the same look he gave Jungkook when he didn't recognize him.

And then regret, too.

"I ran into Taehyung today." Jimin said simply, folding his hands in his lap, his eyes never leaving Jungkook's face as he watched a storm of emotions flutter across those sharp features.

Grief, the lingering one.

"Oh Jimin," Jungkook said, that grief blooming across his face and causing his features to grow heavy. He looked like he wanted to reach out - not to fuck Jimin but to hold him. He looked at Jimin for the first time like something in Jimin was broken. "Jimin I'm so sorry. That's not possible. Taehyung's dead."

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A/N:

hehehe hope you liked it!! Yay Monday smut!

also double update??? From me??? personal growth, what can I say <3

- Vio