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Jungkook could not stop looking at Jimin. No matter where he looks, his gaze always flickers back to the blond haired petite man.
The sweat dripping down, each puff of air, flushed cheeks and tired eyes, Jungkook just couldn't stop looking.
Not now. Not right now. Like a mantra he repeats to himself.
Jungkook could feel his cock chubbing up, twitching with the music, with Jimin's movements.
He wants to look away, he has to look away, but it's no use, his eyes always wander back, back to him.
God isn't it so utterly embarrassing? Like a teenage boy he couldn't control himself, and with all the other members present too.
But you can't blame Jungkook, the upcoming tour is right around the corner, and they can't afford to slack off.
A full week it's been practice, practice, practice, and afterwards with them returning their dorms asleep like dead meat.
That also means no alone sexy smexy time for Jimin and Jungkook. And today for some reason, Jungkook is dying.
He will die if he doesn't touch Jimin right now.
He squeezed his eyes shut, and the tiny sharp pitched breathing, hitching up and down, isn't helping much either.
Please please please. Jungkook starts a prayer, but unlike a monk, with intentions unspeakable and impure.
The shoulder and thigh touch when Jimin sits down beside him, triggers his last straw.
He grabs Jimin's arm, gulping down saliva.
"What's wrong?" Jimin says in a hushed tone, glancing at the dancers and members around them, who are preoccupied with the choreography.
Jungkook's heart is beating out of his chest, his eyes on Jimin's plump red lips, "Please."
Jimin immediately recognises the look in Jungkook's eyes. With the newfound realization and anticipation, he calls out to Namjoon, "Jungkook isn't feeling well, I'm bringing him back to the dorms."
Namjoon looks instantly worried, opening his mouth-
"I'll call a taxi for us. Don't worry we'll catch up on the dance later." Jimin rushed through the door leading Jungkook with him.
Jimin grasps Jungkook's wrist tightly, his ass casually and purposefully brushing over Jungkook's crotch, feeling the almost hardened dick.
They walk briskly to the bathroom, into the large handicappe stall, and lock the stall door shut.
"Hurry, the practice ends in twenty minutes, we don't have time." Jimin says as Jungkook pushes him against the wall, kissing his neck.
Jungkook wants more than twenty with Jimin, but it's better than being in a room with twenty something people with a hard on.
Jimin gasps as Jungkook slips a hand into his pants, groping his cock and squeezing.
"Look who's excited," he hums as he rubs the hardening dick.
"S-speak for yourself," Jimin's breath hitches in his throat.
He strips off Jungkook's shirt with shaky hands, and is reaching for the sweatpants, when Jungkook twists him around and pushes his head into the wall. A shiver goes down his spine as his body trembles with lust and excitement.
Jungkook tugs on the strings of Jimin's pants, and it falls to the ground around his ankles. The underwear is tugged off also, his dick catches on the waistband and springs up, splattering tiny white droplets onto the wall.
Jimin whimpers while his hands look for some purchase on the flat tiled wall as he feels a splat wetness of spit onto his hole.
Jungkook kisses the back of Jimin's neck, right on the centered mole. He then inserts two fingers inside. Jimin moans breathlessly as his fingers scissor his hole, stretching the perkled wet hole.
Goosebumps arise from the pleasure when Jungkook kisses and licks from the mole on his neck to his shoulder blades and ears.
Jimin's whole being is on fire, burning alive in the flames of lust. Waves and waves of pleasure travel through his body as Jungkook's mouth and fingers continue their actions.
Drops of precum are dripping down from his dick onto the floor, a tiny pool of white forming with each passing moment.
"Please," Jimin begs, scared that he'll burst if this stimulation lasts any longer.
He signs as the fingers are slipped out with a sopping pop. He glances back and sees Jungkook slurps his glistening fingers, groaning with the musky taste.
Jungkook undos his pants and takes out his cock, it's big and red, veins pulsing with his heartbeats.
"Want me to fuck you?" Jungkook whispers into his ears.
Jimi feels the mushroom head probing his sopping hole.
"Yes."
"Beg then." Jungkook says, and kisses his ear, his breath tickling Jimin's skin.
"I want you to fuck me, fuck me please," Jimin moans with a whimper, "Been empty for too long, want to feel your huge cock inside so bad. Please, please, please."
He wants Jungkook to dominate him, to hold him down with his huge muscles, and to fuck him like there's no tomorrow.
Jimin feels Jungkook enters, the ring stretches with a welcomed burn. A rush of pleasure washed over him.
"Yes.. ah," Jimin signs with contentment.
Jungkook grips Jimin's hips, and starts thrusting into him, the sheer powerful force shaking the bathroom door, punching staccatoed moans out of Jimin's lips.
"Ah.. yea.. ah.. ah..."
The washroom door swings open. Jungkook clamps a hand over Jimin's mouth, muffling his moans. He doesn't want to stop, he doesn't want to stop chasing their high.
The stranger seems to not notice anything and pisses in the urinal.
Jungkook continues to go in and out with slow slides, letting Jimin feel every vein, every curve, shaping his hole. Saliva coats his hand as Jimin can't seem to keep his mouth closed.
Somehow, they remains quiet enough for the person to leave without notice, and Jungkook continues his intense fucking harder and faster.
Jimin's moans fill the bathroom again.
"Fuck, Jimin, be quiet." Jungkook knows he wants to scream, but he can't. They're not at home right now, the members and dancers are twenty feet away.
"You want them to hear you? How desperate you are for this cock? How I'm fucking you so good you can't keep your fucking, slutty mouth shut." Jungkook says through clenched teeth.
Jimin slumps against the wall, his chest pressing up and ass sticking out even more. Jungkook puts both his hands on to wall, using it as leverage to fuck even harder.
"Uhg.. Ugh.. Aah.." Jimin can't possibly control his moans now, his voices rising higher and higher, covering the sopping squishing sounds his hole is making with each thrust.
Jungkook's hitting Jimin's prostate dead on, and his hole squeezes with each direct hit.
Jimin can feel his stomach tightening, the fire getting closer and closer.
Jungkook groaned as Jimin's hole contracted, squeezing his dick. Jimin's eyes roll into his sockets as he cums, white stripes paint the tiled wall, drool and tears staining his face.
"Jimin, fuck," Jungkook says as he reaches his orgasm too. He shudders a breath as he cums inside and fills Jimin up.
He falters his thrusts until the movement stops.
Heavy breathes fill up the bathroom.
Jimin thinks he blacked out for a second because when he opens his eyes he is faced forward with his back against the wall, and Jungkook is cupping Jimin's face with one hand, and the other on Jimin's waist, holding him up.
Knowing they've taken up the full twenty minutes, they quickly clean up with toilet paper.
They open the washroom door slowly.
They peek out to the practice room, the room is dark, no music or voices are coming out.
"Ah shit. They've gone back haven't they."
They'll figure an excuse for the others on their way back to the dorm.
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