The back of Jimin's hand wouldn't stop brushing against Jungkook's. They were trying to be low-key, just two guys at the museum, maybe on a date if bystanders cared long enough to look. Jungkook held Jimin from behind, letting his hyung relax into his strong frame as they admired the art pieces. Jungkook couldn't stand not touching Jimin and reached out to grab Jimin's hand as they walked back to the car. Jimin looked at him over his glasses, his plump lips curving up into a smirk.

"Jagi," whispered Jimin, pulling Jungkook in closer by his hand and nuzzling his nose. "Your hair looks nice like that," he nodded to where Jungkook's purple-blue locks had been pulled back in a low man bun.

"Naekkeo," Jungkook told him, ignoring what he had said and biting down on his lip. Jimin could tell Jungkook had one thing on his mind by the way he gazed at Jimin's lips.

"You drive," Jimin told him, digging in his pocket, and tossing the keys to Jungkook.

"Jiminie," sighed Jungkook, but laughed.

Jimin smirked as he walked around to the passenger side of the car. Jimin knew that Jungkook would push him onto the back seat and ride him given half the chance, even with their clothes on.

Jungkook was wishing, hoping, and praying no one else was home yet, his hand sliding up Jimin's thigh whilst he drove one-handed.

"Jimin-ssi," breathed Jungkook, trying not to close his eyes with sheer delight as Jimin leaned over and kissed at the soft, tender skin of his neck. Jimin laughed against his skin as Jungkook parked up outside their home.

Jimin got out of the car and hurried inside, knowing Jungkook would follow him like a lion to its prey. Jimin walked into his bedroom and closed the blinds, turning on the vibrant neon lights that decorated his room. Jungkook paced in and took off his leather jacket, eyeing Jimin from across the room.

The harsh shadows of the light split Jungkook's face as Jimin slowly walked towards him, swaying his hips in a sultry way.

"Pants off, Kookie," teased Jimin, taking off his glasses and putting them on the dresser.

Without a word, Jungkook's hand flew to Jimin's throat, his whole palm encased the delicate skin. Jimin lifted his head and eyed Jungkook, looking down at him, flaring his nostrils, enthralled by his lover.

"Fuck, Jimin," Jungkook whispered, kissing Jimin's neck, holding him there like a vampire ready to feast.

A moan escaped Jimin's lips as he arched his neck, giving Jungkook a better angle. Jungkook pulled away, looking deep into Jimin's eyes, and nuzzling the tip of his nose against his lover's.

"Wanted you all day," he told Jimin.

Jimin responded by undoing Jungkook's belt buckle, and without breaking eye contact, undid his pants and delved his hand past Jungkook's waistband. He let out a moan, his head rolling back. Jimin fell to his knees and took Jungkook's pants with him, pulling down his boxer briefs and letting his cock spring free. Jimin took Jungkook in his mouth and began to work back and forth, twirling his tongue around Jungkook's head and then up and down his shaft.

Looking down at his lover, Jungkook almost lost it, watching Jimin's lips form a tight O around his dick.

"Jimin!" hissed Jungkook, letting his head roll back again and closing his eyes, revelling in the delight. Jimin hummed a laugh around his cock and Jungkook's hands flew to Jimin's head, trying not to fuck his face, but being completely undone by his hyung's actions. "Stop," Jungkook said, after a second. He pulled Jimin up by the hand to full height. "Want you now," he told him, nudging him back towards the bed, chests bumping together as Jimin let himself be guided backwards, Jungkook's hands on his narrow hips.

Jungkook began undressing Jimin, leaving a trail of clothes behind them, then shrugged off his own clothes as well until both of them stood before each other naked.

"You want me?" teased Jimin. As if there was any doubt.

Jungkook turned Jimin towards the mirror of his closet and stood behind him, pressing his already hard dick between Jimin's butt cheeks. Jimin's hands braced the mirror to steady them as Jungkook pressed himself against Jimin. Jungkook's hand grasped Jimin's cock and pumped it enthusiastically. Jimin wriggled beneath Jungkook's grip, as his other hand traced up his lover's stomach, up his chest, up his neck as he clasped it again.

"Always want you," Jungkook whispered against Jimin's neck, beginning to thrust into the cleft of his cheeks.

They worked like that for a moment. Jungkook moving in tandem, his hand, and his crotch, holding Jimin's neck, enough that the pads of his fingers would tantalise the sensitive skin.

"Bed," Jimin breathed, losing his composure. "Bed now, Kook," he moaned.

Jungkook released him with a smile. Jimin sat back on the bed and Jungkook crawled alongside him. They scooted under the thin white sheets, dipping their heads below the cotton, the fabric ballooning up with the heat of their passion.

Their arms wrapped around each other, pulling the other in close, their tongues delving into another passionate kiss. Jungkook kissed Jimin's cheek, then his jaw, then his neck, feeling Jimin's smile radiate next to him.

"Love you, Jiminie," whispered Jungkook against his skin. "Aegiya," he breathed.

"Love you, Kookie," Jimin replied, pulling back to admire him.

"What?" asked Jungkook, taking Jimin's hand and pressing a kiss to his knuckles.

"You," replied Jimin, splaying his fingers against Jungkook's lips. He took them in his mouth, letting the pads of Jimin's long fingers rest between his teeth. Jungkook could see Jimin shiver in delight. "I want your fingers," Jimin told him.

Jungkook surfaced from the covers and reached over to the bedside table for some lube. He opened the cap, squirted some onto his fingers, and worked it over his digits. Then he slid back under the covers and delved between Jimin's butt cheeks, finding his puckered entrance.

Jimin opened up and invited him in, easily taking Jungkook's first finger and adjusting to his second. Jimin rocked back on Jungkook, rocking his hips as Jungkook kissed him sweetly, adoring him, nuzzling his neck, and kissing his clavicle. They looked deeply into each other's eyes, relishing the skin-to-skin contact they hand under the soft fabric of the sheets. It was a gift to be this close to each other. They never took it for granted.

"Want to ride you," Jimin said breathlessly, as Jungkook began licking his hyung's neck.

"Ride me," Jungkook agreed as both of them emerged from under the covers.

Jimin got up on his hands and knees as Jungkook reached for a condom, taking it out of the wrapper and rolling the latex down onto his strained cock. Jimin straddled Jungkook, positioning the tip of Jungkook's cock over his entrance that was begging to be filled. Holding his lover's dick steady, he plunged down Jungkook's shaft, earning a deep groan in return. Jimin hissed slightly at Jungkook's girth. Jungkook's hand flew to Jimin's elbow.

"It hurts?" Jungkook asked. Jimin sunk down to Jungkook's pelvis, taking him whole. "You're so tight," Jungkook smiled as Jimin readjusted himself with Jungkook's cock inside him. Slowly he began to move. Jungkook's hands flew to Jimin's hips to steady his lover.

"Oh," moaned Jimin, as he began to quicken his pace.

"Jimin," cried Jungkook, gripping his hyung's hips harder. "Fuck!" he hissed.

Jimin's brow crinkled as he bounced up and down on Jungkook's cock. The neon lights all around them giving an ethereal vibe, that this moment could be plucked from one of their wildest fantasies. Jimin's hand began pumping his own cock in time, with Jungkook's hips inching up to greet his lover, begging to fuck him. The sound of skin slapping filled the room, followed by guttural moans as they both edged further towards the point of no return.

Jungkook bit his lip, flaring his nostrils, trying not to buck into Jimin's tight ass. Jimin slid up and down Jungkook's cock with ease, arching his back, letting him be taken deeper. Jungkook couldn't take it anymore, sitting up in his position on the bed, aching to be near his lover, pressing sloppy kisses to Jimin's chest, their hands fumbling together as Jungkook reached for Jimin's cock. Their hands pumped together.

"Gonna come," Jimin told him, looking down at Jungkook, who inched his head up to catch Jimin in a passionate kiss, where his tongue darted in and out. His hand wound around Jimin's waist, unable to control himself any longer, leaning back on his other hand for better leverage. He bent his knees and bucked up into Jimin, pounding his tight ass until his orgasm began to fizz inside him, feeling the head of his dick hit Jimin's prostate.

Jimin cried out in delight. "Jungkook!" he gasped, forgetting the endearments, steadying himself by holding Jungkook's shoulder.

"Love fucking you," Jungkook told him. "Gonna come," he said, his voice strangled and hoarse.

Jimin's hand still pumped his own cock. He cried out, his voice high and strained as he coated Jungkook's chest with come, his hand only slowing once he was empty. Seeing Jimin unravel before him sent Jungkook over the edge, shooting his load into Jimin's ass, pounding deep inside his lover. Jimin's head fell forward to Jungkook's shoulder, entirely spent, as the latter thrust up. Jimin could only make meek sounds as Jungkook finished. He slowly eased himself out of Jimin and laid his hyung on the bed next to him whilst he took care of the condom and got a tissue for his chest.

Once he had finished, he curled his body around Jimin and pulled him closer, pressing formless kisses to his spine, shoulder blades, and nape of his neck.

"Naekkeo," whispered Jungkook as they both drifted in and out of sleep. "Forever."