PRISONERS [Taekook]

스물 여섯

i'm so sorry

Hoseok has to say, he wasn't quite expecting this.

When he opened the door, it took him a while before the blurry vision of his droopy eyes focused enough to register the image of a shaking, familiar black haired man standing in front of him. And to be completely fair, he isn't expecting what happens next either.

"Jimin? Why are you—"

"Shut up."

Jimin violently pushes Hoseok forward, closing the door behind him with a kick, and in a split second he's got the older man pinned against a wall with his lips hungrily latched onto his.

Jimin doesn't waste time in deepening the kiss, slipping his tongue into a confused Hoseok's mouth. It isn't long before the latter reciprocates, grabbing Jimin's jaw and pressing him closer.

The guard feels the warmth of his lover's hands travelling down his muscled stomach to graze his crotch through his sweatpants. He swears he's never shivered so hard in his life, and although they've been making out for no longer than a minute, he already feels every blood cell in his body rushing down south.

"Fuck me," Jimin breathes out on his lips and it makes him lose his mind.

Hoseok grabs Jimin's shoulders and flips them around so that Jimin's chest collides with the wall. He buries his head into the crook of the younger man's neck, kissing and shyly biting the skin. He can barely contain his arousal, he didn't expect it to go like this but he's been fantasizing about this day ever since he met that gorgeous man.

He completely forgets about the fact Jimin just showed up unexpectedly in the middle of the night on a weekday.

He just carefully slips his hand up Jimin's shirt and revels in the smoothness of his skin, warmth radiating out of his fit body. Moments later the shirt's off, thrown away who knows where. Hoseok feels like he's in a dreamy haze and he quite frankly needs something to distract him from how restless he's been ever since he received a certain special package. He cut off his phone for the entire afternoon he had off work and tried to focus on resting, but now six hours later it's ten o'clock and all he's done is toss and turn.

Jimin sighs in relief when Hoseok unbuttons his pants and slips a hand into his boxers, gently palming his still soft cock. For a moment he feels slightly embarrassed that he's already fully hard in comparison.

"I-I just need a little time," Jimin reassures him, as if he'd read his mind, "let's take this to the bedroom."

Hoseok is swiftly dragged away from the entrance hall to his living room and takes the lead from there, taking them to his bedroom.
He closes the door behind them and merely a second later Jimin's gripping the collar of his sweatshirt and pulling him towards the bed. They fall onto the mattress, Hoseok towering over Jimin's body as the two men lustfully kiss, tongues gliding against one another, hips grinding. Jimin's lips curve into a little smirk when he feels his lover's hard-on on him.

"Somebody's well-endowed," Jimin teases, pulling off Hoseok's shirt.

The older man awkwardly wriggles himself out of his clothes before his lips latch onto Jimin's soft mouth hungrily, smiling into the kiss.

"You're gonna have to try for yourself."

"Please, show me."

Jimin watches as Hoseok sits up on his knees, exposing his bare torso. His defined muscles ripple under his gorgeous skin, a prominent V line disappearing under his low-riding sweatpants. Jimin's curious eyes travel down his strong, veiny arms as he plunges his hand into the drawer of his nightstand, searching for something.