E - jinmin, a kiss without a motive
But sometimes it's just this, the honest and unromantic light of a whole free afternoon filling Seokjin's room. He lies back and lets Jimin take control, because when they have these little stretches of free time he likes to relax completely, and Jimin still likes to succeed at something.
Jimin has clever, patient hands, and he's learned how to use them to make Seokjin relax and grow tense again anew. When it's Jimin's turn, he'll want to shiver and whine in Seokjin's hands for every minute they have. Too much teasing makes Seokjin bored, makes him get in his head, makes him nervous of the vulnerability of spreading himself bare like this. Even after all this time.
So Jimin serves him nothing but pleasure, poured out in a smooth, steady stream to make it last. "You're doing so good, hyung," he says as he pushes Seokjin's hair away from his face and works four fingers inside him. Not because Seokjin needs to hear it, really, but because Jimin would need to hear it so much that he likes to say it.
Seokjin gives him a lazy smile. His edges are all blurred into Jimin's, hazy and warm.
"Ready?" Jimin asks.
It feels like it takes a lot of energy to nod, and Jimin giggles at how he must look.
Jimin is hard against Seokjin's thigh, hips shifting like it feels urgent, but he moves up the bed to kiss Seokjin's neck and then his ear and then his slack mouth, whining into a kiss until Seokjin kisses back.
"Ready, I said," Seokjin mumbles, and Jimin smiles against his lips.
"I'm getting there. We have all afternoon."