Chapter 9: Forgotten Dinner

Lubed hands rubbed and rubbed in circular motions the reddened cold skin of Park Jimin as he laid his chest against a cushion and his crotch rubbed against the lap of Jeon Jungkook as the raven-haired actor massaged the blood-concentrated area between the writer's plump butcheeks. The writer's white boxers were lowered but his front area was covered, only his round buttcheeks were exposed against the thirsty actor. "D-Don't massage t-too haAAgh-ah" Jimin stuttered as he buried his head against another cushion when the raven-haired actor's hands full of balm cream had pressed a little too roughly against the purple hematoma on his skin. The writer muffled a scream from the sudden pain and the actor smirked. Was Jungkook enjoying this? The small grinds he made against Jimin's crotch were enough to answer that.

Rubbing his glimmering hands in circular motion and adding small pressure against the skin, Jungkook watched with lustful eyes how his movements separated the writer's buttcheeks enough to see the anus that from time to time clenched by instinct or just when he grinded against Jimin's sensitive area. "How much do you like this Jimin-ssi?" Jungkook chuckled and gripped the writer's ass between his two hands. "A-Ahh~ Stop looking at my ass Jungkook-ssi."

"Oh~ Should I? Then get someone else to skip a date with you so he can massage you like this." Jungkook's index finger wandered between the writer's butcheeks and slid it inside with easiness. "That went in so smooth Jimin-ssi." The raven-haired actor felt the tightened of walls around his finger, the hole clenched around it and Jimin's body froze. Letting out a hiss mixed with a relief moan, Jimin shifted his head to glance at the male who's finger was beginning to thrust inside him. "J-Jungkook-ssi, S-Sto-Auhg."

"Dul" Ths raven-haired male thrusted his middle finger along with his index with the intention of hitting the writer's prostrate dead-on just to hear the loud moan that his actions would trigger. "AHHH!" Jimin's hips thrusted forward as his buttcheeks attempted to close tight -keyword attempted- but the younger's left hand continued massaging over the bloodened skin as if he wasn't thrusting his two fingers up until hitting the older's prostrate. "Do you like that? When I'm fucking my fingers into you and massaging your ass like this?" Jungkook teasignly grinded his hips upward, his tip twitching against the fabric of his black Calvin Klein boxers, and his teasing grinds drove Jimin to release a string of pre-cum in his white boxers.

"Mmmah~ P-Please, j-just d-don't tease me." Jimin fisted his knuckles on the cushion as he muffled a moan when Jungkook added his ring finger and curled his index finger to expand the tightened walls. "Set. What a satisfying view." The raven-haired male chuckled in lust, clouded with the idea of having the writer cum just by his fingers. The idea was exciting to the younger, and he continued massaging the reddened skin and thrusting his fingers deeply -feeling the constant clench around them- until he felt between his clothed member, the timing of Jimin's twitching tip was just three twitches in five seconds.

"Who gives the best massages?" Jungkook asked between the continuous movements of his hands -thrusting and massaging-, the hint of dominance exposed in plain sight. "Answer me Jimin-ssi." He repeated himself when Jimin panted against the cushion, strings of saliva sliding down his chin and vocal chords in need of quenching his thirst. "Mmmgh... Jungkook-ssi! AH~" Jimin moaned as he began following up with the grinds Jungkook did against their clothed crotches. "Turn around." Jungkook slowly removed his three fingers from the loosened insides that continued to clench around nothing and Jimin slowly moved back and settled his bottom against Jungkook's crotch as he straightened himself, reddened plump buttcheeks gracely caressed by the raven-haired male.

"Jungkook-ssi..." Jimin panted as he felt his boxers being lowered down until they slid out of one leg and loosely hanged around the other one as he straddled the younger's lap; lustful gazes exchanged between them. "Does it still hurt?" The raven-haired actor cupped the buttcheeks and buried his lips against the sweaty neck of the writer. The peach-colored sweater he wore stuck to his skin and added a higher temperature to his body, the steam emitted from his nostrils were sucked in by the other as Jungkook leaned in to devour the plump red lips belonging to the writer. "I can't fuck you when you're like this. So, Jimin-ssi, to what extent do you want me to go?"

Jimin's flustered cheeks continued flaring up but his eyes didn't, there wasn't a hesitation in the way his eyes glanced into the dark brown iris of Jungkook's eyes. "Jungkook-ah, Kiss me." He didn't call the raven-haired male with honorifics using his usual Busan satoori and it caught the dominant one off guard just like the first night they became one. "Do you want to know something Jimin?" The actor closed the distance between their lips and sucked onto the writer's bottom lip -feeling them still soft and swollen- for a few seconds before releasing it with a panting breath. "You're always catching me off-guard and I don't like it." Jungkook's left hand that caressed Jimin's plump ass slowly inserted his three fingers in one go as he captured the swollen plump red lips of the older before the submissive could release his moans.

"But..." Jungkook's bottom lip parted so he could drag his tongue out and press it passionately against Jimin's, their salivas mixing between their connected mouths while the bottom's vocal chords vibrated his muffled moans. "You're my exception." The actor tilt his head to the left to avoid colliding his nose against the other's and began thrusting his three fingers once again, deeply, with the intention of having the older find his release without being touched in front. "Ahh~ Am I?" Jimin slowly leaned back and hanged his head beside Jungkook's neck closing his eyes and moaning loudly as his climax approached.

"Cum untoched." The dominant ordered as he glanced down at the submissive's cock released a drop of white pre-cum against his clothed crotch. "No. You're still clothed and I-I AH! JUNGKOOK!" Jimin contradicted but ended up screaming against Jungkook's neck from the tighening grip the actor's right hand gave his sensitive cock. "Jimin-ssi, I said, cum untouched." The younger's tone of voice lowered as he darkened the sound of his voice speaking with the Busan satoori as he gripped onto the older's pink balls.

"B-But y-you're... hhmp~" Jimin now felt himself being the center of attention because the raven-haired actor was only pleasuring him -for now- and he still hadn't the chance to remove his clothing. "Where are those glasses?" Jungkook glanced around the couch and saw the black round glasses at the far corner beside a cushion. A million ideas full of turn ons surged through his thoughts as he released the writer's cock and removed his fingers from the insides. Jimin felt like his orgasm was denied this time and he moaned frustratedly when Jungkook suddenly stood up, wrapping Jimin's legs around his waist and Jimin's arms around his neck.

The actor grabbed the black round glasses with his right hand while his left steadied the weight of the writer hanging on his waist. A new idea striking from his fantasies, ones of which he has yet to show to Jimin, and he walked over to the counter top. "What are you doing?" Jimin slowly hooked the glasses' legs on his ears and pushed them against the back of his nose, his big eyes staring back at the male who gently placed him over the counter top. "I'm punishing you." Jungkook opened the freezer of the writer's refrigerator and pulled open the ice maker so he could grab two small ice cubes; he closed it after and turned to face the writer with a mischievous grin. He placed one of the cold ice cubs inside his lips and twirled his tongue around it as he walked over to the male sitting on the counter top.

"Jung- Mmn..." Jimin's plump lips were opened by the raven-haired actor's and he pushed the ice cube inside the writer's lips with his tongue followed by licking his own bottom lip when he retracted his face. "Suck on it." Jungkook felt how his left hand dripped drops of water from the secons ice cube that was melting and he traced Jimin's v-line with his right hand until he placed the ice cube just below the older's pink balls. "Don't moan and keep sucking." The dominant ordered as he began undoing the second button of the grey shirt he wore as he seductively stared at the submissive supress his moans.

"You wanted me to be pleased didn't you Jimin-ssi?" Jungkook smirked as he brushed his raven bangs back after dropping his grey shirt on the floor and proceeded to unbuckle the tight jeans he wore. "Mhm." Jimin nodded with rose glaced cheeks and sweaty bangs moving with his nods, his cheeks hollowed as he sucked and gulped on the thin drops of water he melted from the ice with his sucks. "I told you already that I can't fuck you when you're in this state so, I thought of something..." The writer's pants almost began to fog the lens of the black round glasses when he saw Jungkook sliding down his boxers, erection springing free and begging for release. Veins still hadn't popped on the length but the tip almost released one small drop of pre-cum as the actor watched how Jimin's tip twitched at the same time his pink balls did from the ice cube that melted below them.

"You're going to watch me pleasure myself while you suck on that ice like a good hyung. One attempt to touch yourself and that ice cube will end up freezing your prostrate. Is that good enough?" Jungkook walked forward and licked the stripe of pre-cum that left Jimin's length. From the pink balls to the base, the actor sucked and teased his tongue around the length until the tip and closed his lips to suck the remnants of pre-cum before starting his punishment.

Jimin's toes curled and his thighs stiffened when Jungkook's cold tongue (still cold from previously sucking on the ice and passing it to him) teasingly rubbed his tip and then he detached himself.

"Jungkook is being so dominant. His aura has changed from before, I'm not used to this." Jimin thought and continued sucking on the ice cube as he watched how Jungkook's right hand grabbed the base of his own cock. "Hear me moan your name Jimin-ssi, and don't move a muscle." The hand that gripped his hard began to pump upwards until the reddened tip and then fastly down, the pressure against the skin moving with the contact until one vein popped and the pace of pumping increased. "Ah~ Jimin-ssi. You're such a naughty hyung." The actor's vocal chords vibrated against his throat, multiple feelings surging on his mind but clearly the one that reached the surface was lust.

Another day, another night, and Park Jimin and Jeon Jungkook lost them selves in lust, an originally dinner over a date asked on impulse, no, ordered on impulse ended up replaced by sexual intercourse; may it be without going the whole way. In just three days, the magnetic pull between the two males had increased and at the moment, Jimin first took a very small glance at how possessive and dominant the raven-haired actor could get, but he brushed those thoughts aside and let himself be dominated over; the idea of lust clouding his judgement because the lion had just opened his eyes upon the prey in his den.