Chapter 14: "They're the same..."

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Over and over, the same wet slaps of skin colliding never seemed to end. "Ah~ Jungkook!~" The same sentence repeated throughout the night loud and raspy. The writer's back collided against the actor's chest as they both leaned against their left side. From their changed position, Jungkook held onto Jimin's calf, the older's toes pointing to the ceiling as he kept penetrating from the back with force. The extreme sensation of overstimulation spread throughout their bodies, and the adrenaline of still having his hands tied during continuous shifting positions, urged him to chase the same knot of release, Jimin was near.

The momentum had yet to fade even when the older's abdomen was already covered in dried white stripes of his own cum from the previous orgasms his body released. In the position where he laid, his asshole getting harshly fucked, he found it a bit sore for his tied wrists because of his trembling arms. "Ah~ Jungkook! I-I'm close-ahh~" Jimin's vocals rose a higher pitch at the feeling of the overwhelming twitch that foreshadowed his third climax of the night.

Jungkook panted as he withdrew his hips back after hearing the writer. He pushed the older's calf down and held onto the older's waist with both hands to bring the submissive on top of him. As Jimin's whole weight was pressed against him, he groaned when pushing the tip of his length once again inside to continue chasing his pleasurable addiction. What he had desired from the moment Jimin had forgiven him, was achieved. He missed fucking him to oblivion, to where all the other could think about was his name. "Ah~ Jeongguk-ssi!!" A Sweet endless addiction and music to his ears.

Jimin arched his back and turned his head against Jungkook's sweaty neck with popped veins, his lips almost dry from all the pants he let out; his tied wrists beside the younger's head still hurt from the missed blood flow. "Cum. Argghh~" The dominant ordered as he buried his nails against the submissive's waist and continued abusing the bundle of nerves that drove the writer to his closure. "AH~ Mngh! Jungkook-ssi!! Right there! Ahh~" With that plead and the clench of his insides, the older's arched back stiffened as the adrenaline heightened. His vision clouded and blurred as white was released onto his trimmed set of pubic hair followed by a satisfying moan while he rolled hips against Jungkook's thrusts.

"Good boy~ Ah~" The dominant gathered his pace to continue resonating the wet slaps onto the heated atmosphere reeking of sex. "I'm almost ah- there..." He groaned as the other continued clenching around his extremity with force, taking up the sensitiveness and marking it as his. "I-I want to see you-ah~" Jimin moaned as the stimulation was taking a toll on him. Many sections of his thoughts were clouded except one, he was having sex with someone he felt an attraction to, his kinky boyfriend and as he was already pleased, he wanted to see the face of his dominant as he came undone inside him; the sight was as pleasing as having an orgasm itself, a supreme bliss.

Jungkook lost focus and his pace broke down to sloppy grinds. Another time the writer has surprised him out of the blue, and deep inside his mind he was waiting for this exact moment; the moment where he felt different, a moment where the dominance inside him wanted to submit. "As you wish Jimin-ssi." He didn't realize his lips cracked a smile as he stopped his movements and pulled himself out of the older. With the grasped opportunity and help of the younger -even without feeling his legs- Jimin turned around and pressed his tied hands against the actor's raven locks while he pushed himself down onto the dominant's cock. He muffled the moan and kept his eyes down, gazing unto the dark chocolate doe eyes of the male below him who started thrusting his hips against his ass. "Ahh~" Jungkook panted and Jimin's cock twitched against their clashing bodies.

"You wanted to see my face- hnng! As I fuck myself into you~ Agh!" Jungkook's red lips parted as he rolled his dry tongue around them. "Then don't break eye contact until I come undone inside you." He demanded with black dilated pupils. The dominance heightened over the seconds that ticked by, and the arousal never ended. Jimin observed Jungkook's red neck and the thought of someone else touching his dominant -boyfriend- poked the veins of his forehead in a possessive warning.

"Ah~ Jimin-ssi~ Nghhah-!" The red plump bottom lip of the actor parted in a moan resulting from the achieved peak. The harsh thrusts slowed into sloppy that never completely buried his wet member inside the writer. The climax was full of adrenaline despite his sloppiness and all he could do was stare right into Jimin's chocolate eyes, not controlling his moans and this was his euphoria; the sweet killing addiction he can't let go of. The older felt the rush of cum fill him inside up, and scrunched his nose to avoid breaking their intense eye contact.

"Jimin-ssi..."Jungkook moaned satisfied with the climax while still ejaculating inside the writer. "You deserve a reward... ah... for being such a good obedient boyfriend." He added, licking his lips and hands in search of the other's tied ones. "Let me give you a bath since your wrists must hurt." At the offer, Jimin nodded as he panted feeling full. As soon as his boyfriend untied his wrists, there seemed to be a sudden light in the actor's dark eyes.

During the past hours, the pupils were dilated and dark. He had noticed it after they were making out, before Jungkook revealed his dominant self, but now, the darkness was gone and replaced with the same look he had as he waited outside the apartment a few hours prior. "Did I hurt you?" Jungkook asked after untying Jimin's hands. The white skin imprinted with red blemishes that combined with his whole body, it made the actor possessive. Jimin slowly circled his wrists and heard the joints pop, resulting in a scrunching of his nose holding back a hiss. "A little." He said.

Jungkook clicked his tongue and raised his body. "You should've told me it hurt. Did you forget your safe word? Why didn't you say it?" He asked, and saw the writer's body tense because their intimate extremities were still connected. "No- It's just that... it felt good then. It doesn't hurt that much, they won't hurt tomorrow." Jimin answered and attempted to persuade the actor of his words by continuing circling his wrists. "See-" He glanced down at them and nodded. The pain was there, but he held back not wanting to upset the younger; but the most pain he felt was in his butt cheeks, where the imprinted red hand of his boyfriend laid. "Okay, but listen to me." The dominant spoke, voice serious and warning. "Next time, the moment you feel pain and don't want to do something I offer, don't hesitate to say the safe word. Arraseo?" He ordered, not wanting to harm the submissive in their role play.

"Yes, Jungkook-ssi." Jimin chuckled and let the male below him take control of what would happen next. "I did you good tonight huh~ Moaning mess." Jungkook teased and held onto the writer's bruised waist to pull himself out and carry the exhausted male to the bathroom across the bed. "Stop teasing me!"

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Wet locks dripped water onto the forehead of a male. His eyes closed as he began rinsing the shampoo off his hair and his body relaxed against the hot water going down his naked toned body. Fog covered the glass doors of the shower but through them, a rogue pink haired male observed while biting his lips. Taehyung pressed his teeth over his right thumb, debating whether to join the male showering or waiting until the other finished. "Should I?" He whisper-mumbled glancing down at his own flesh; clothing disregarded on the tiles of the bathroom. "Don't just stand there and watch me, join me." The male showering said as he opened his left eye to look at the doubting male's fogged reflection at the other side of the glass dividers.

The rogue-pink haired actor nodded and released his thumb from the clasp of his teeth. "Okay." He stepped forward, sliding the glass dividers to his right with his right hand and was met with the heat of the warm evaporated water. "I thought you were mad at me." With his head hanging down, he entered the spacious shower and slid the glass dividers closed; he didn't move. "I am." The brunette replied, closing his left eye and focusing on rinsing what was left of the shampoo on his damp hair.

"Here... let me." Taehyung insisted as he walked closer to the other male. The water on the floor tiles warmed his feet as he approached the other. "Why do you insist to much on it? Is me being here is not enough?" Hoseok opened his eyes, pupils dilated as he let the actor massage his scalp in a calming way. The proximity of their bodies increased gradually as the younger stepped forward, their thighs almost rubbing against each other's. "I've told you a hundred times already, it's complicated. Why can't you understand that?" At the same sentence said over again, the actor bit his lip.

"How is it complicated...?" The younger questioned, the shampoo already rinsed from the brown locks of the model. "There are some things that you shouldn't ask, I thought I told you already. Some doors are not meant to be opened." Hoseok replied, his hands rose to shake Taehyung's hands out of his hair but instead, the younger grasped them and held them against their chests.

"Be my boyfriend." The rogue-pink haired actor asked. He couldn't count the times he's already asked the question, because he expects the same answer would change every time he asks again. But instead of receiving the answer he expected -hoped- the same answer pierced his heart like nails digging against his flesh. "No." Hoseok didn't break their eye contact, but instead returned the grip on their hands. "Why can't this be enough?" He added, hoping to change the stubborn actor's mind on the matter. "Because it's not the same..." The taller male sighed and pressed his lips against the brunette's forehead.

"How is it not the same? We still get to fuck, we share an apartment, we do almost everything together." Hoseok wanted to convince Taehyung, but it was very difficult. "Because I'll never be able to openly say that Jung Hoseok is my boyfriend." The actor sighed and shook his head. "Mmm. Forget it, I'm just glad that at least I can have you like this." He smiled ignoring the pain he felt inside and saw the chuckle leaving the model's lips. "That's my good boy. How about I wash your hair now." The love between them was visible, their eyes portrayed everything they felt. They've known each other for three years, and the chemistry Jimin once mentioned was there, but only labeled in a different way the younger wanted it to be.

"Not yet." Taehyung bit his lip, slowly letting go of their hands and letting them roam around the other's chest.

"We're both shooting tomorrow, I don't think fucking you right now is a good idea." Hoseok raised his left eyebrow, his teeth bit his tongue inside his mouth to prevent himself from reacting to the very tempting offer. "I can take it, just don't mark me. I think that should be easy, shouldn't it, Jung Hoseok? Or should I say, Daddy~" He whispered, sexily grinding his hips against the model. The older male's cock twitched and his demeanor changed drastically. Before the younger knew it, the back of his head was against the heated walls of the shower tiles and the dominant's tongue claimed his lips. "Fuck me Hoseok." He panted, lips clashing against each other with no time spared for a breath. "And what's your safe word Baby boy?"

"Winter"

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Jimin softly snored through his plump lips, his head leaned against the warm changed pillow while his body was comfortably wrapped under the bed covers. The warmness of the covers heated his body even though he wore a pink hoodie Jungkook had chosen for him after helping him shower the previous night. Beside him, Jungkook was fast asleep, the snores he released weren't loud yet they overpowered Jimin's soft ones. They slept peacefully, gathering their strength for the shooting that would be in a few hours. Unfortunately, on the nightstand beside the bed, one phone began vibrating as it charged.

Jungkook scrunched his nose and slowly opened his eyes followed by stretching his limbs. "Who..." He mumbled with a voice deeper that Taehyung's normal one, the raspiness of it was high. When he saw the caller ID of the call, his eyes widened and glanced back at Jimin's sleeping figure. With his right hand, he picked up the phone and unplugged it to answer the call. "Min Woo hyung? What happened?" He whispered, lifting the bed covers and making his way to the bathroom to prevent any possibility of the sleeping writer to hear the conversation he was about to have.

"You didn't return last night. Where are you?" The man called Min Woo spoke through the other end of the call. His voice revealed a man in his late thirties or early forties. "I slept at Jimin's. Why are you calling me so early?" Jungkook responded in a low voice, careful not to raise his voice in the quiet bathroom after he closed the door. "How was it?" The actor chuckled as he leaned his back against the door and held the phone against his right ear. "I fucked him good."

"So that means I can release her?" The man at the other end of the call chuckled darkly, through his voice the actor knew exactly where he was. "Yes, because Jimin's mine now." Jungkook sighed contentedly as he glanced at the red blemished spots over his abdominals, just before the waist band of the black sweatpants he wore. "You heard that, he's done with you. Remember what he ordered you?" It seemed like the man was talking to someone else over the call, and the actor glanced at the time his phone indicated; two hours until waking up. "Hyung, Jimin's going to wake up soon, don't call me today." The younger male said but stopped as the man prevented him from ending the call.

"Is falling in love a part of it?" Jungkook's chuckling stopped, his eyes trailed to the floor tiles as he processed the question asked at him. The man that called him was someone he considered a brother, someone who guided him, and he's always done his best to please the male. So with everything that's been taught to him, he answered the question with a straight face. "Love and fucking are the same shit, why are you asking me that hyung?" His pupils constricted as he heard the laugh from the other end of the call.

"Just because." The call ended a few seconds after and Jungkook sighed before opening the door and glancing at the male on the bed that softly snored. "They're the same..." He mumbled before joining the male on the bed, phone once again charging on the night stand. "Mmm. Jungkook?" Jimin's voice startled him as he spooned the male to bury his face against his hair. "Jimin-ssi?" He inhaled the other's scent of coconut shampoo and conditioner, which calmed him down. "Everything okay?" A half-asleep Jimin asked, his words almost didn't make sense.

"Yes. Everything's just fine." Jungkook answered, thinking back to his previous conversation with his hyung, Lee Min Woo. "Mmm..." Jimin nodded and fell asleep against the actor's warm neck to continue sleeping until two hours pass where they'd have to get up and have their first day as the main characters of the movie 'Just A Fling'. It wasn't something normal he faced, but there was still something strange about their relationship and Jimin knew it, he just brushed it off because at the moment 99% of his body was sleeping.

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