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Earlier...

"Want you, please...." Jungkook begged between the sobs and kisses. "It's been so long. Missed you. Missed you so much."

"Missed you too, baby. I love you so much."

Their kisses grew charged, and the air around them thickened with their heady arousal and heavy breaths. Jimin was so hard, and he feared he wouldn't last long if Jungkook kept rubbing against him. It had been too long.

Three years since he last held Jungkook this close. Three years since they last made love. Three years since they last spoke.

However, when Jungkook showed up at his doorstep after all this time, it felt like no time had passed at all. His love for him hasn't changed a bit despite all the pain and doubt. One look into those soulful eyes, and Jimin fell in love all over again.

Jungkook kissed him desperately and moaned wantonly against his mouth. He kissed him like he needed Jimin like air, and he melted in his lover's arms.

The actor's fingers buried into the long strands of his hair, tugging almost painfully, but Jimin wouldn't have it any other way. He clung to him as if he was afraid to let go. Jungkook clouded his senses. His touch, his smell, and the sounds he was making. Oh, how much he missed this.

Jungkook buried his face in his neck, kissing all over the column of his neck and the underside of his jaw. "Gods, you smell like heaven," he groaned. "I missed this so much. I longed to get one whiff of this every day." He inhaled deeply and kissed his skin again.

Jimin chuckled. Only Jungkook would find his sweat and grime appealing. "I stink," he murmured. He didn't even have time to hop into the shower before Jungkook came knocking on his door.

"And I love that stink," Jungkook replied without missing a beat. He pulled back slightly. "This is the only thing I can fall asleep to, knowing I'd be safe. Those clean sheets and fabric conditioners can never compare." His eyes glistened with tears. "You're my home, hyung. You smell like home. This is the only constant thing in my life that hasn't changed since I was eleven."

Jimin cupped his face. "You're my home, too," he confessed. "Though you smell rich and changed a lot...." He kissed him gently. "You're still my Jungkook."

Jungkook let out a sob, capturing his lips. It was as if they had never been apart, and nothing had changed. All the pain from these three years faded into the background as if it had never existed in the first place. But Jimin knew they would have to talk more. Now, however, wasn't the time.

Jimin ran his hands all over his toned body. Hard muscles replaced soft ones. His fingers dug into Jungkook's hips, and his hands slid down to cup his ass. He kneaded and squeezed the firm flesh. Muscular thighs straddled him.

Jungkook despised heavy workouts three years ago. A regular run on the treadmill in Yoongi's place would have him groaning and whining on the floor, demanding body rubs. Jimin traced the hard muscles, wondering what he was subjected to during his time in Hollywood. He knew those mind-blowing action scenes came with a price, but seeing them on screen and in person were different things. Jungkook had bulked up a lot.

"Clothes." Jungkook pulled back, crossing his hands in the middle to remove his t-shirt in a hurry, and Jimin did the same. He undid his pants with quick fingers and pushed them down along with his underwear. His erection jumped up, standing proud against his abdomen. Pre-cum dripped on his lower stomach.

"Shit," Jungkook cursed, almost stumbling in a hurry to get out of his underwear. "Lube. We need lube."

Jimin, who was in a similar state, had to pause for a moment, and he too, cursed when he realized there was no lube. "I don't have one." He stared at Jungkook. "I didn't have any use for it."

Jungkook's eyes widened before he lunged at Jimin, making him fall back on the bed. He kissed his mouth with a groan. "Fuck, I love you so much." Another open-mouthed kiss. "Me too," he said. "I couldn't even bring myself to touch myself without you."

Jimin smiled against his lips. "Me too. I'll go get some."

Jungkook pulled back. "All shops will be closed now. Maybe you should fuck me raw."

Jimin pursed his lips. "I'm not going raw. It's been a long time, Jungkook. It won't be easy."

"I don't fucking care." He climbed on his lap, rubbing their crotches together. "I want you now. I want you inside me. It wasn't like we had never done it before."

"That was one time, baby. Patience..." Jimin kissed his jaw. They were both drunk and too horny to think clearly. Jungkook was too sore the next day and cursed him to hell and back. He wasn't going to repeat the same mistake.

"I don't have one." He ground his hips with another moan. "Want you closer. Please...do something hyung."

Jimin raked his brain. "Baby..."

"Wait." He pulled back with wide eyes. Excitement danced in those dark orbs. "Coconut oil. You always have coconut oil," Jungkook suddenly said.

"Fuck, yes!" Jimin almost jumped up, only to be restrained by Jungkook.

Jungkook rewarded him with an ear-splitting grin. "No, stay here. I'll go." He jumped out of bed and hurried to the kitchen.

When you are too poor even to afford quality lube, you must resort to other resources, and what better than coconut oil? Good thing it also doubled as a moisturizer and came in handy during the winter.

Seokjin, who had a nursing diploma, claimed it was clinically proven for safe and effective use for sex. But when Namjoon inherited the restaurant and bar from his dad, Seokjin, who naturally inherited their mother's culinary skills, quit his job in the city to work in the restaurant and take care of his younger brother.

His decision to move worked in their favor because Yoongi finally had a trusted nurse to tend to his injured fighters.

Jungkook was already back with the new jar Jimin hadn't yet opened. He cracked open the seal with a grin and climbed onto Jimin's lap again. Jimin kicked off his pants, grabbing his hips. He stopped the over-eager Jungkook and took the jar from him.

"Let me."

Jungkook grinned, kissing him passionately again. Jimin dipped his fingers inside the jar, taking the necessary amount while Jungkook did the same. It felt like they were right back to the old days—days before they could afford fancy flavored lubes and condoms.

"What's that for?"

"I want to come first," Jungkook said, taking both their cocks in his large hands. "I feel like I'll explode if I don't." He used the coconut oil to moisture their cocks and began to jerk faster. "Then I want you inside me."

"Jungkook, oh, God!" Jimin hissed in pleasure, eyes falling shut. "I won't last long, baby." His boyfriend's warm grip felt heavenly. The sudden rush of pleasure to his dick caused him to lose his mind. "Fuck!" He threw his head back. "I'm so close."

"Me too. Me too," Jungkook moaned. He nipped at Jimin's lip, moaning louder. "Come for me, hyung." His hips jerked. "Almost there." He gasped in pleasure. "So so close."

He blindly reached behind Jungkook, spreading the oil around his rim. He gripped his firm ass with one hand, squeezing it while rubbing his fingers over his rim. Slipping one finger inside him, he held his boyfriend closer.

"Oh, fuck, baby...Grip tighter. Tighter," Jimin moaned, pushing his hands in and out.

Jungkook obeyed, and Jimin thrust up, fucking into his hand. At the same time, he curled his finger, easily finding Jungkook's special spot. With a few more thrusts, he spilled into Jungkook's hands with a loud moan. Jungkook, too slumped against him, breathing heavily. Their foreheads touched, breaths mingling.

Jungkook was the first to pull back. He grabbed his discarded t-shirt from the floor, showing off his flexibility, and Jimin smacked his ass with his free hand, finger still buried inside him.

His boyfriend giggled. He used the t-shirt to clean both.

Jimin frowned. "Baby, that looks expensive." But, on the other hand, the material felt extremely soft against his skin.

Jungkook rolled his eyes. "I got it for free," he replied, throwing it on the bed to use later. "These brands I'm representing send me stuff now and then as a gift." Finally, he lifted his hip in a demanding gesture. "Give me another finger."

Jimin nodded and pushed another finger inside him, scissoring him gently. He pulled Jungkook into another kiss. With the edge taken off, they were both bit calm, but the passion once again burned brighter. His cock grew hard, and Jungkook continued to rub against him.

"Come closer," Jungkook moaned and circled a hand around his neck. He kissed him again. "Don't let go."

Jimin too desperately wanted to feel him so close. He pushed another finger inside him, preparing him with care. When he was ready, he lubed his cock with the same hand and positioned himself at Jungkook's entrance. "Shouldn't we use a condom?" he asked.

"Didn't you say you didn't have anyone else besides me?" Jungkook pouted, halting momentarily.

"I didn't." Jimin leaned to kiss that pout. "It'd be messy after."

"I like it wet and messy." The actor licked his lips intentionally. "Like it when you fill me up, and it drips down my thigh."

"Fuck, Jungkook!" Jimin's cock twitched with interest, and he lunged to capture his lips.

It used to be like that until Jungkook got too busy to clean and sometimes passed out like a light afterward. Sometimes Henry warned him to keep it in his pants because he couldn't have Jungkook limping on the sets the next day.

Jimin realized with a pang how the fucking bastard was slowly driving them apart. He remembered Jungkook begging him to make love and how he would resort to blowing him off instead. At one point, Jungkook even confronted him, asking if Jimin was avoiding him because he wasn't desirable anymore. He only thought about fulfilling Jungkook's dream then and put up with everything so they could have a better future.

Only things didn't work that way. Soon sexual intimacy had become a luxury they couldn't afford. Secret kisses and quick release with either hands or mouth was the only thing either of them could do.

Jungkook adjusted his hips, positioning Jimin's cock at his entrance. He lowered himself, sinking until Jimin was buried to the hilt. He threw his head back, both hands gripping his shoulder. "God, were you always this big?" Jungkook moaned. "It burns...but I fucking love it. Burn me. Split me into two, but I want to ride you first."

Jimin smiled. He wouldn't say the same tomorrow once his desire was quenched. Memories of Jungkook whining about how sore he was the next day flooded his mind. His shining doe eyes silently demanding back rubs whenever Jimin walked past him surfaced in his memory. He missed that. Jimin missed him.

"Whatever you want, baby." He waited until Jungkook adjusted to his length and gripped his hips. "Ready?"

Jungkook nodded. "Yes." He began to move his hips. He circled his hips and set a rhythm that caused pleasure to shoot through him.

Jimin fell back against the pillow, watching Jungkook with a hooded gaze. Jungkook was just so handsome, and his features were more chiseled now. His hair was getting longer and fell onto his eyes. A few strands were already wet with sweat, sticking to his forehead.

"You look so stunning," he whispered. His gaze slid down his bare torso appreciatively, and he watched how his cock disappeared inside him. "So fucking gorgeous." He ran his hands over his thighs, digging his fingers over the flexing muscles.

"Do you really like it, hyung?" Jungkook asked. He took a hand and put it on his abdomen. "I'm not soft anymore. You used to love it when I was soft." His hips faltered, and Jimin saw a moment of doubt flashing in his eyes.

He pulled Jungkook toward him, so he fell on his chest. "I fucking love it." He cupped his face. "Jungkook, my baby, nothing can make me love you any less. I love you. All of you."

Jungkook sniffled. "I love you too. All of you. Even the new scars." He ran a hand over one of them on his abdomen. "I hate that you're back in the ring." He buried his face into his neck. "But I'm happy that you're okay."

Jimin hummed. "It's gonna be okay. We will figure it out, yeah?"

Jungkook nodded and lifted his head. He began to move again. "I love you. I love you so much."

They kissed again and didn't let go. Their hands were all over their bodies, exploring each other and just feeling the other's warm skin under their palm. Finally, Jimin planted his legs firmly on the bed and began to thrust up. The bed creaked under them.

"Ngh...fuck!"

"Ah...h-hyung...ah..."

"Mmm...f-faster...ah, fuck!"

He relished Jungkook's breathy moans. His slippery skin, coated with a fresh sheen of sweat, glided against him. Their chests rubbed together, legs entangled with how Jungkook, who was sitting astride, had hooked his feet around Jimin's ankles for purchase.

Jimin spread his ankles, successfully keeping Jungkook spread wide for him. He cupped his ass cheeks, squeezing harder. His fingers dug into the firm flesh, intending to leave his mark.

He threw his head back as overwhelming pleasure washed over him. "You feel so good," he moaned. "So fucking tight."

Jungkook, on the other hand, could barely form a coherent sentence. His broken words were most words of pleas asking him for more.

Jimin felt his balls tighten. "I'm close," he almost growled.

"Come inside me," Jungkook demanded.

Jimin slipped a hand between them, stroking him to completion just as he reached his orgasm. Jungkook blindly turned his face for a sloppy, breathy kiss as they rode the high together. He tried to catch his breath and relaxed.

Jungkook looked as if he was spent, but Jimin knew better. They were starting, and they had to make up for three long years. It meant they'd be fucking all night, and he couldn't wait to have Jungkook again and again until they both couldn't keep going anymore.

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"Hyung..." Jungkook gasped breathlessly. "Ngh...hyung...oh..." His heels dug into Jimin's back and his toes curled.

Jimin ground his hips while relentlessly teasing his nipples with his fingers and mouth. He sucked on it and nibbled while rolling the other taut peak between his thumb and index finger. They had both lost track of how long they were at it now.

Jungkook was just as he remembered—still so sensitive and responsive, making such beautiful noises just for him. He was no longer the soft boy, though. His body has changed. He was now an adult with bulging muscles. Jungkook even grew a couple of inches taller. He noticed every tiny detail he had missed earlier and committed it to his memory.

"H-Hyung..." Jungkook arched off the bed. "Please... Ah, fuck!"

"Faster?"

His boyfriend nodded immediately. "Wanna cum. So close..."

Jimin pulled back and snapped his hips. He fucked into him faster and harder. Pleasure coiled in his lower abdomen. Jungkook pulsed around him so deliciously. His abdominal muscles clenched and unclenched.

Tears slid down his boyfriend's cheeks. "Kiss me, please kiss me," Jungkook pleaded.

Jimin obliged. He fell forward and captured his lips. But, even when they parted, they didn't move away.

"Missed you so much," Jungkook sniffled before letting out another choked moan. "Wanna keep you inside forever and never let go."

"Baby..." Jimin groaned. His pleasure was skyrocketing and was reaching the level of explosion. "I'm close."

"Come for me then," Jungkook moaned. His nails dug into his back, and Jimin relished the slight burn. His boyfriend's hands slipped to cup his ass and squeezed desperately. "Come inside me, hyung. Want it all. Want to feel you for days."

Jimin pumped his hips faster. His back muscles ached with the effort he put into each thrust, but he welcomed the strain. Jungkook shuddered under him and clenched around his girth. It drew a loud moan from Jimin.

He held his hips in a tight grip, pounding into him like there was no tomorrow. Sweat droplets fell onto Jungkook's abdomen. His skin was flushed red, and the clapping sounds of their skin were too obscene in the small apartment.

Jimin was glad they didn't have neighbors, and buildings nearby were all commercial establishments. So no one usually stayed overnight. The meat shop owner who owned this building used to live in this apartment before moving to a better place.

However, he was sure if anyone were to stand below their building, they could hear Jungkook's moans. He was just too loud. Not that Jimin minded.

Jungkook's pleasure-filled hiccups had turned into sobs. Jimin's name spilled from his mouth in broken words. He writhed under him, clawing at the sheets and sometimes clawing at him. He was too far gone with pleasure to care. His body slid up with every thrust, and Jimin had to bring him down to meet his cock again.

Jimin enclosed his fist around Jungkook's cock and began to jerk. His grip on Jungkook's hip slipped, but he held even tighter. Then, suddenly, he was reminded of the last time they were this close, and his thrusts faltered a little.

He couldn't afford to lose Jungkook again. It'd kill him if he left. So he pulled out, flipping Jungkook on his stomach. Then, quickly positioning himself behind, he lay down on top of him, entering him again. Jungkook pushed his ass to meet him.

Jimin took hold of Jungkook's both hands, pinning them beside his head and intertwining their fingers. He kissed his shoulders, neck, and everywhere he could reach as he fucked into him. Jungkook's unfiltered moans surrounded him, and his boyfriend filled his senses.

His hips stuttered, matching Jungkook's broken moans and hearty pleas. Words failed him, but his kisses on Jungkook's sweaty skin tried to convey what he felt in his heart right then.

With a few more thrusts, he spilled inside him. He pressed his forehead between Jungkook's shoulder blades, trying to catch his breath. His hands almost gave out and his chest heaved. Jimin slipped a hand between Jungkook and the mattress to finish him, only to realize Jungkook had come untouched this time.

Jimin pulled out gently and rolled Jungkook over. His boyfriend curled on his side, beckoning him closer. Jimin cleaned both as best as possible with Jungkook's soiled t-shirt before quickly lying down and pulling Jungkook into his arms. His boyfriend liked to be held after sex and absolutely despised being alone.

"So sleepy," Jungkook murmured. He threw a hand around Jimin's waist and wedged his leg between his, settling comfortably with his nose pushing into Jimin's chest.

"Sleep then, baby. I'll be right here when you wake up."

Jungkook's lips stretched to form a tired smile. "Love you," he whispered, one hand reaching to hold him, and nuzzled into his chest.

"Love you more, my Jungkookie."

Jimin carded his fingers through Jungkook's sweaty hair, kissing his temple. He pulled the sheets to cover him as best as he could before burying his nose into his boyfriend's hair. A few stray tears slipped down his cheeks as he slowly drifted to sleep.