Hungry For More

First it was his mother, his giver of life. The one whose breast sustained him until he was 2, kissed the crown of his head while humming Hey Jimin, and the one he ran to when he scraped his knee after falling in the dirt.

Then it was his father. The Marine that had a huge soft spot for his family, that loved to watch John Wayne movies, and drink beer to drown out the memories of Vietnam. The man that no matter how bad of a day it was or how many times his eyes glazed over when the memories of his war came crashing down, he would always kiss his son goodnight with a tickle and a smile.

Then along came tae, hazel eyes and a mop of feather soft hair, completely dependent on everyone around him. He didn't do much besides sleep, cry, and shit, but in those moments, Jungkook, 4 years old and living life to the fullest a toddler can, was happy.

And then, in the blink of an eye, everything changed. His little brother, this screaming infant, was thrust into his arms. His father commanded him to go outside while his mother, oh god, his mother, burned to death.

His father changed that night. It was only natural that he would. He piled them into the back of the car and drove. He drove until he couldn't keep his eyes open, until the screams of Sammy became too much to bear, until Jungkook asked one too many times are we there yet?

Because of their new living arrangements and lifestyle, he grew to love his father's music, his father's jacket, and most of all, his father's car. The car he learned to drive in, the car he learned to tear the engine apart only to put it back together again, and the car he lost his virginity in.

He loved bacon cheeseburgers and fries dipped in chocolate shakes. He loved sugary cereals and the way it turned the milk different colors. He loved finding the surprise at the bottom of the box, which he usually gave to Tae. He loved comic books and Star Wars. He loved learning how to shoot a gun and making home-made rock salt rounds. He loved hunting the things that went bump in the night and putting them down like the monsters they were. He loved his family. They may be small, they may be broken, but he loved them.

Then there was sex. My, god, the sex. Every position, every angle, everywhere... he wasn't picky. He loved men with or without nice bodies, with or without sexual knowledge, give him pink holes and dicks, and he was a happy, happy man.

But nothing, no one got his motor running like him. He had done things with him, to him that he knew no one else would enjoy as much as he did, as much as Jimin did. And tonight was no exception.

Jimin was spread out on the bed, arms above hid head, wrists secured to the headboard by soft leather cuffs.jimin gloriously long legs were spread, ankles secured like his wrists.  Jimin writhed on the bed, his bod aching for his touch, for any kind of friction.

A moan of desperation fell from his full lips, raspy from having just screamed his name like it was a mantra.

He slapped his ass cheek, drawing blood to the unbroken surface. "Didn't I tell you to be quiet?"

He sucked his bottom lip between his teeth, biting it roughly. His eyes, pupils lust blown, went wide, and he balled his hands into fists, tugging on his restraints. They followed him as he strutted alongside the bed, unashamed of his nakedness. If he tilted his head just so, Jimin could see the wide head of his cock swinging with each step.

At the end of the bed, jungkook took himself in his hand and very slowly, very deliberately, began to pump himself. He was still damp from his dick, just starting to grow tacky. His calloused hands worked expertly at his length, sweeping his thumb over his tip. "You like to watch, don't you jimin?"

He pushed his head into the mattress as his back arched off the bed. He smiled in approval when the grunt of his name caught in his throat. With his legs spread as they were, he couldn't rub his thighs together, but that didn't stop him from trying. He craved friction anyway he could get it.

He bit his bottom lip as he pumped a little faster, the one long vein that ran along the underside of his cock became more prominent. He knew how much he loved to run his tongue along that vein, even nip at it or scrape a fingernail over it. His lids drooped as he reached down and grabbed his balls, giving them a firm squeeze.

He tugged on all his restraints and opened his mouth to beg him to get over here and fuck him in whatever way he wanted, but all that came out was a breathy cry. He couldn't punish him for that, could he?

He wasn't focused on the fact that he was almost breaking the rules. His half-closed eyes were settled on his sex. He was dripping wet and he could almost see the rush of blood under his skin with every race of his heart.

Just when he thought he might have gone too far, that he might come all over himself, he stopped, and pinched the tip in order to put his orgasm on hold. His lungs ached from breathing heavy and he knew just by looking at him, just by smelling the sex in the air, that he was more than ready.

He knelt at the end of the bed and hunched over, fists on either side of his hips. He dipped his head, brushed his nose against his hip bone, and breathed him in. "Fuck, Jimin,you smell incredible."

He rolled his hips, pushing his face closer to the part of him that literally ached for him. He glowered at him before digging his fingers into his hips, pushing them down into the mattress. "Hold. Still."

He didn't give him time to respond. One second he was giving a command and the next, he had two digits thrust into his hole. It took everything he had left, which wasn't much, not to move or cry out as his fingers assaulted him. He was doing really well, too, until he flicked his tongue over his already over-stimulated dick.

He split his lip from biting it too hard and let loose a scream that was sure to wake the neighbors. You know, if they were in that kind of setting.

Jungkook withdrew his fingers and was on him in a flash, slick-fingered hand on his throat and squeezing roughly. "What. Did. I. Say?"

His airway obstructed, all he could do was mouth his commands back at him. Be quiet and hold still.

Hand still on his throat, he kissed him savagely, drawing more blood from the cut his teeth had made. He knew how long he could go without air, plus they had a safe word / signal, so he waited until he knocked on the headboard shave and a haircut. His fingers were gone from his throat so that he could participate more in the kiss. Giving his tongue one last suck, he slapped each cheek ass twice before biting his way back between his legs. His nipples and stomach bore various shades of red and purple from his teeth and fingers, but not one of them hurt more than he could handle.

He looked up at him and smirked as he thrust his fingers between his hole, groaning as he latched onto him. His whole body shook, but he forced himself not to grind against him, to force his mouth on him next. With a throaty chuckle, he blew on him as his fingers pumped, crooking them against the one spot that would send him into oblivion.

His whole body flushed as he came on Jungkook's hand, but he wasn't done with this orgasm. He flicked his tongue over his dick, circling it with the tip before wrapping his sinfully full lips around it. He gave one hard suck, nipping at it with his teeth and it was as if someone threw a flash grenade in his mind. A piercing static burst in his ears and his vision went white. His hips came off the bed as he screamed Jungkook!!!!!!!!!!!!!!. He grabbed his ass and buried his face further, forcing him through the painful orgasm.

Jimin licked his lips, spreading the blood from the cut in the corner as his body continued to twitch. He quickly came to the realization that he disobeyed his rules when he felt the iron grip on his throat.he looked up into a pair of green eyes that were slowly being taken over by his pupils.

He flexed his fingers around his neck and rest between his legs, pushing the head of his cock against him. His body still hummed with the energy of his orgasm, his dick actually hurt, but that didn't mean he didn't want to feel his cock buried deep in his pink hole. He rolled his hips and was rewarded with the intrusion of his tip.

Jungkook sneered, "you want my cock?"

He hadn't started to choke him yet, just the weight of his hand and the promise of things to come whenever he flexed his fingers. One word fell from his lips, "yes."

"I don't know if you deserve it. You've ignored the rules." He used every ounce of restraint he possessed not to thrust his hips. Instead, he pressed forward, just the slightest amount really.

His neck vibrated beneath his hand. "I'm sorry."

Jungkook grabbed his nipple, squeezing the soft flesh roughly, grinding the heel of his hand into his nipple. "Are you?" Vice-like fingers pinched the pebbled nipple, tugging at it, sending a jolt of pain mixed with pleasure down his spine.

Jimin back arched almost completely off the bed. "Yesssss."

He swept his thumb over the hollow of his throat, feeling his heart race beneath his fingers before giving a quick squeeze. He gasped at the lack of oxygen and he smiled at the flicker of helplessness in his eyes. "Tell me what you want, Jimin."

He sucked in a breath through his teeth once his hand relaxed just enough. "I want you to fuck me."

Everything after that was almost a blur. He drove himself into him hard enough that his head smacked into the headboard. Again and again, with a wet smack of skin sent through the room every time their hips met. Their grunts and moans echoed the sounds their bodies made.

He began to quake beneath him, around him, and he knew that cutting off his oxygen supply would get them both off that much faster. With a snarl, his hand flexed, pinching off the top of his wind pipe. His eyes went wide and his orgasm was almost immediate. Jimin grunted and gurgled as he came hard and almost violently. His face began to turn a lovely shade of crimson, reminding Jungkook of freshly spilled blood.

He pistoned his hips harder, using his grip on his throat for leverage, slamming against him until his balls squeezed, and he came. The black of his pupils exploded as he spilled into him. Their darkness consumed the intense green and white until there was nothing left. It was like looking into a starless sky.

His knuckles tapped the headboard, the signal that he's reached his hard limit. His hand loosened, but his hips didn't stop their assault. Even though they had both come, their bodies craved the friction. His balls smacked against his ass with a slick slap and his mouth was on his neck where his hand had just been. He bit, licked, and sucked until he came again. No words, no sound this time, just a high arch of his back and his mouth thrown open. He rode him until neither one of them could move, until they had reached the limit of their own bodies.

Freshly showered the next morning, he inspected the bruises, hickeys, beard burns, and marks left from the cuffs. He stared at him from the bed, both of them naked, the room reeking of sex and leather and candle wax and various lotions. The way his ass bounced when he shifted on his feet in front of the mirror sent blood rushing down to his groin.

He watched his fingers skim over the marks he had left, the marks that reminded him that he belonged to him. He felt himself stir, growing hard again. He slid his hand down his stomach and grabbed his shaft, running his fingertips along the vein. He caught sight of him fisting himself in the mirror and turned on his heel. He licked his lips as drops of pre-cum spilled out his slit.

"You hungry?" His hand abandoned his cock so he could spit in it, licking the tips of his fingers before they wrapped around his generous girth.

All he could do was nod as his mouth watered. Watching him pleasure himself was another one of his turn-ons. Which let's face it, those greatly outweighed the turn-offs these days.

Eyes flicking to black, he pumped himself harder and crooked a finger, beckoning him to him. "Get over here."