nsfw, kinda pining while fucking & internalized homophobia / just thinking about the first time jm climbs into hobi's lap while they're in bed. hobi's on his phone and jimin comes back from washing up and his bed looks /cold/ and /sad/ and there's a /hobi/ in the other bed.

so he knees up onto hobi's mattress, slings his leg across hobi's thighs, tucks his face right against hobi's throat.

hobi makes an annoyed noise, but jimin just mutters, "i'm cold, hyung," and shuffles closer and hobi's hand is rubbing his back anyway so he can't be that mad.

but then jimin nudges closer again - hobi smells like soap and bed and clean warm goodness - and hobi's hand is clenching against his sleep shirt, not rubbing anymore.

"sorry."

both of them saying it at the same time.

jimin swallows, laughs, tries to, then tries to make a joke, says, "were you jerking off while i was in the shower," only it doesn't sound that funny out of his mouth, and hobi turns his head to the side, eyes scrunching shut.

"oh," jimin says. and then, "hyung. hoseok hyung."

hoseok is not half-chubbing, not even a little. his dick is fully hard and pressed up against jimin's and neither of them have moved back although jimin supposes that's maybe mostly on him. what with being in hoseok's lap and all.

but he doesn't move back.

he says, "want me to," voice cracking, trying again, "want help? i can help with that."

hoseok breathes out hard through his nose. jimin can see that hoseok's bottom lip is trembling, just very finely.

"hyung," he says, "it's fine," cause it is, right? it is, isn't it? lowering his voice and saying, "remember - you said it. happens."

hoseok's eyes squeeze shut harder.

jm goes on, with his thumbs rubbing along hoseok's shoulders, "let me - let me do it for you. this time."

hoseok finally breathes out this shaky little laugh. "like just uh - helpin each other out?"

jimin laughs, too. "friendly hands, right, hyung?"

"that's right."

and jimin says, "yeah, let me," and shuffles off so he can get his fingers on hobi's waistband but hobi is already pushing them down, and saying, "you too - take yours off like -"

"okay - "

"c'mon."

"okay, okay," and then they are shucking their underwear off, side by side.

jimin rolls to his side and hoseok is there to meet him, on his side, too, and jimin reaches for between his legs but hoseok slings his thigh up over jimin's hip so he puts his hand on hoseok's ass instead. it's not what he was expecting.

"oh - like this?"

hoseok's mouth notches into this grin, the one he does when he is embarrassed but trying to play it cool. jimin touches his jaw. hoseok says, "this - like this okay?"

"s'nice," jimin says. their dicks slide together. it's a little dry. one of them should reach for lube.

or at least do a palm spit. but hoseok is nodding jerkily, tilting closer, pressing his face into the crook of jimin's throat and his fingers are gonna leave marks on jimin's shoulder, they are that urgent.

"you're all wound up," jimin says, moving easily. skin on skin.

the back of hoseok's knee warming up on him. both of them get sweaty easy, honestly.

"yeah," hs mutters. "little bit wound up, yeah."

"let's just like -" and here jm is nudging closer, letting his dick follow the slide of hoseok's cock, down below his balls, nudging further.

hoseok gasps.

"let's just - relax, ya, hyung?"

"yeah," hoseok breathes out. fingers still clenched on jimin's skin. "alright, i can - i can do that."

"okay."

"good."

& they are mostly relaxed, hips moving together, suddenly unhurried. rhythmic. it's just - they move together well, everyone knows that. everyone says that.

then hoseok's hand slides down jimin's back and cups his ass and jimin feels a little less unhurried about everything.

"wanna come," he mutters, "i'm like. really ready to come."

"you can," hoseok says, and his breathing is not so even either. "come on - you can do it right on me, come on my dick, yeah?"

and that is enough for jimin, with his fist moving over himself, cockhead skidding along hoseok's length, and he does just that, come slicking up on hoseok's cock.

"shit," hoseok mutters, and jimin puts his messy hand on his dick, starts jerking him, that particular move

hoseok likes, tight around the head. circling. "shit," hoseok says again, and then, "jiminah," and his breath is getting tighter, cock so hot in jimin's palm jimin thinks they are not going to be able to cool down after this.

"yeah, hyung?" teasing the head, but not too much.

hoseok fucks his cock forward so that jimin's fingers slip over him, base to tip, and it is squelchy now, what with jimin's come easing the way.

"jiminah"

"i'm listening, ya know."

and hoseok is dipping his head, pressing his forehead right to jimin's chest and he can feel it coming up on hoseok, and he can also hear hoseok's voice, tripping over the words, all low and soft, "wanna suck you off next time, want you to come in my mouth you know that?"

and it is almost awful to hear that, and it must be awful for hoseok, too, with the way his back is trembling under jimin's chin. "i'd like that, hyung," fingers twisting hard, "i'd like to fuck your mouth, come all over your face, how about that?"

and that must be a very nice visual indeed because hoseok is going still and quiet and coming in jimin's hand, hips rabbiting forward.

when he's finished, jimin gives his wet cock one last nice friendly squeeze & pulls away.

"shit," hoseok breathes out, rolling onto his back.

the back of his palm covers his mouth. he is looking at the ceiling and jimin is looking down at their bodies.

they clean up with wet wipes, and when their clothes are back on hoseok says, "you okay?"

"yeah," jimin says, shrugging. "of course." he smiles.

hoseok nods, but in bed with the lights off he is tossing and turning. jimin can hear the sheets moving against his body.

"hyung." he bites his lip. "can you sleep with me tonight?"

hoseok stills. "uh. if you want."

"yeah, i'm fucking - i told you i was cold."

there's a silence for a long moment and then the blankets are lifting up on jimin's bed. "aw well fuck," hoseok mutters, sliding in beside him. "can't have that."

"yeah."

hoseok slings his arm over jimin's chest. "better?"

jimin puts his hand on hoseok's elbow. cupping him there. "better," he says.

for now, it's better. it's gotta be better.

the end!