JiKook

Park Jimin. Bangtan's sex on legs. Pulling expertly practised body rolls and hip thrusts to excite the fans on stage. What the fans would never expect is that by doing so, Jimin works himself up just as much. So when the band finally get home from the concert late into the night, lethargic and exhausted, Jimin locks himself in his bedroom to enjoy some...solitude.

It was an evening like any other when Jimin opened his favourite "website"-albeit on his private tabs- and began to palm himself gently while he searched for a video that intrigued him. He was whimpering already, more sensitive than usual, and decided he would change things up a bit.

He went onto the side bar with a subheading: 'live streams' and scrolled down in search of a man, rather than some whiny woman feigning, or at least over-exaggerating, the effects of a dildo for the camera. ~Jimin knew of all people what a dildo felt like~. He was intrigued by a thumbnail containing a fine set of caramel abs with pretty chocolate brown nipples, and clicked onto it.

He was blessed with the sight of the aforementioned torso but with additions. Jimin let his eyes drop to the large erection curving up towards the man's stomach, the bulbous head of it just covering the man's navel. Even better so, the man's hand was pushing down against his ass, 2 fingers deep in his asshole. God he wished he could reach through the screen.

Jimin began to stroke himself as the man jolted suddenly, the muscles in his stomach visibly tightening. Shit that was hot. He must have caught his prostate, Jimin thought. Just for a moment, the man's collarbones came into view when his back arched; Jimin didn't really have a thing for collarbones but he certainly did for this man's after that moment.

Stroking faster as he felt himself steadily building to his climax, he began to whimper a bit louder, which shocked him a little as he usually wasn't vocal at all, jeez...what was this man doing to him?

The man's other hand came into view on camera as he began to pump himself at the same pace as his fingers. Jimin knew the man was getting close, so in sync with the man he began to also stroke himself at the same pace. He dropped his head back against the pillows for a moment at the pleasure he was feeling when he started to fondle with his sensitive balls, but he quickly bounced his head back up again, not wanting to miss any of the stream.

Jimin turned up the volume, thinking he had it too quiet, only to discover the man in front of the camera didn't have his sound on. Whether this was a mistake or not, Jimin wasn't aware of, but at least it reduced his chances of getting caught in the act.

Jimin was quietly moaning, biting his lip in a dismal and somewhat futile attempt to silence himself, as he felt his high approaching faster than usual. The man on the screen's hands became so fast you could practically see the one on his length at the head and the base of his cock at the same time.

Very quickly after, the white juices began to spurt out of the streamer's dick-head and his collarbones came into view again as his back arched. He really did have gorgeous collarbones.

Jimin only wished he could hear the man's moans as he himself was on edge. He threw his head back, eyes screwed shut as he let out a raspy moan as he came on himself. He breathed heavily as he came down from his surprisingly intense orgasm.

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Days turned into weeks as Jimin continued watching the mysterious man's live streams. He watched as he would use various different toys, vibrators and dildos. He watched the beautifully familiar view of the man's defined stomach muscles tightening and the smooth skinned collarbones entering at the top of the camera. Jimin watched everyday, and Jimin slept just about satisfied everyday.

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Bangtan's tour was finally over but that didn't mean the end of hard work. The boys were in the practise room for the day, beginning to choreograph the dances for their new songs, so basically J-Hope was working hard while the rest mucked about, of course Jimin and Jungkook chipping in ideas every so often too.

By the evening, everyone had gone back to the dorm save for Jimin and Jungkook. Jimin had just returned from the toilets and walked in to a sweaty Jungkook who had clearly been practising hard, his shirt sticking to his torso. Jimin felt like he was going mad as his eyes trailed downwards towards his collarbones and the shape of his abs. He'd seen them before, they live together after all, but his body shape was so well defined...it almost reminded him of webcam man.

"Pass me some water would you, Hyung?" Jimin awoke from his trance and handed Jungkook the bottle of water that was next to him on a table by the door he was standing in the frame of. As Jungkook laid down on the floor, breathing heavy, Jimin decided to do some practice himself to take his mind away from the moment he had over his dongsaeng. Seriously, where did this whole collarbone fettish come from?

"Ow! Shit Hyung!" Jimin looked down next to him to see Jungkook shaking his hand before clutching at it. He must have stepped on it while he was dancing.

"Yah I'm so sorry kook, you okay?" He crouched down and took Jungkook's hand in his, examining it closely. Jimin pulled Jungkook to stand and the younger flinched in pain and surprise as he was pulled close so that Jimin could get an even closer look at his hand. Jungkook almost rolled his eyes at how protective his Hyung was, it was cute though, he couldn't deny.

"I don't think it's broken or anything but it'll probably bruise up pretty bad." Jimin looked up in to Jungkook's eyes and was a bit taken aback at how close in proximity he was to himself. "I really am...so sorry Jungkookie." It barely came out as a whisper. Jimin, half subconsciously, put a hand up on Jungkook's chest and let his fingers play around with Jungkook's collarbones. The younger gasped slightly.

"We should err...we should go back to the d-dorm and put erm- some ice on it." Jimin began to stutter, clearly distracted, as he hesitantly let go of Jungkook's hands and stepped back a bit. Jeez, Chim...Pull your horny self together.

"Yeah..." Jungkook practically whispered back, staring after Jimin as the latter bashfully walked away. He was breathing shallowly after the moment of heated tension between the two, but was brought back to reality as he noticed the throbbing pain in his hand again, and followed Jimin out of the building towards the dorms.

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The next morning Jungkook was leaning against the kitchen counter sipping some coffee when Jimin walked in. "Oh err hey Kook, is your hand okay? Lemme see."

Jungkook unwillingly put his hand out for Jimin to see; he knew there was no point trying to fight against him. Jimins eyes widened when he saw a large bruise with purples, greens and blacks. "Shit kook it looks so painful, are you sure it's okay?"

"Don't worry Hyung, I'm fine, the ice really helped." He gave a small comforting smile over to Jimin, who seemed a bit disheveled.

Jimin felt really bad for having hurt his precious maknae whom he loved dearly, feeling better about the situation when Jungkook smiled at him. But Jimin also hadn't really mentally prepared himself to see Jungkook so early today considering he and his beautiful collarbones might have accidentally slipped into Jimins thoughts as he was getting off last night...the streamer didn't do a video last night.

"Okay well erm, I'm glad you're feeling better. Let me know if you need anything, I'll be in my room." Jimin thumb pointed behind himself in the direction of said room.

"Me too. I mean my room, not- not yours...haha" Jungkook didn't know...or at least really didn't want to know why he was getting so flustered around his Hyung so suddenly.

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Jimin was really feeling it today. Thank god webcam man was streaming today unlike yesterday. He'd been so tense all day, especially around Jungkook after their little moment in the practise room the prior evening. All day since then, even their interaction in the kitchen, had Jimin feeling frustrated and tense, and now he was finally alone in his room with his computer, he could release it all.

He clicked on the familiar thumbnail and played with his fairly sensitive nipples as the man on the screen was just starting up, using a hand to stroke his dick to life. He must have been sucking on the fingers of his other hand as his lower arm was just in shot. Jimin just wished he could see it. Just the thought of it sent an electrifying feeling down his spine and straight to his cock.

He let out a shuddering breath at the familiar sight of the man's collarbones as his back arched when he ran his thumb through the slit of his dick. Jimin dropped his head for just a moment before bouncing it back up to see the man bringing his other arms down.

Jimins eyes widened at what he saw. The man brought his other hand down to insert a saliva coated digit into his entrance, but it wasn't the action that intrigued Jimin the most.

It was the bruise on his hand.

Big, bright and colourful. Green, purple and black. You name it, Jimin knew it. Not showing his face, not letting his audience hear his voice. It all made sense.

Jimin shuddered slightly, not sure whether to believe himself as he hurriedly put the laptop down and stood up, pulling on some sweatpants so as not to be naked and to hide his bulge, before venturing outside his bedroom.

He was giddy and a little breathless when he reached Jungkook's room, and with silent and shuddering movements placed his ear against the door.

He heard a low and heavy sigh. "Mphh oh shit" followed by a few low groans. At this point Jimin had 0% doubt that the man he's been jerking off to for a few months now was in fact his younger band mate, so when Jungkook's collarbones slipped into his mind the previous night, it was basically the same as any other night. Whether this was more or less scandalous, Jimin was unsure of.

Jimin felt he should have been disturbed and possibly a bit traumatised, but instead he was shaking with arousal and only felt his dick harden more as he peeped through the door...and there he was.

Sprawled out on the bed, head thrown back and eyes closed, one hand around his girth and the other bruised hand pushing 3 fingers into himself, and last but most certainly not least, a camera set out on a tripod by the bed with its lens pointing only towards his torso and crotch area. It had a wire connecting up to a laptop on the bedside table, with the familiar website loaded and a screen on the left hand side showing the view Jimin had seen just a minute ago, tons of comments flashing by on the right hand side, not that Jungkook was looking.

The latter was a little distracted as he looked up, panic stricken when Jimin pushed the door open a little further and it creaked, signifying his presence. Jimin would have felt bad, the embarrassment his dongsaeng must have felt not only being caught intensely masturbating, but also having a camera quite obviously recording. "Chim? This err...I"

Jimin just bit his lip and smirked, unknowingly walking towards Jungkook who made an effort to stand up. "Don't move Kook...then they might know who you are. That's why you've always had the sound off, yes?"

"You...what?"

Jimin's arms moved by themselves as they pushed Jungkook to lie back down, letting his hands feel the expanse of his well defined abs and...his collarbones...

Comments started flooding in at the awareness that another person had joined the equation. Jimin leant over the laptop and spoke as he typed: "time for a bit of a show."

Jungkook was speechless as Jimin grabbed the camera and pointed it towards Jungkook's ass, careful not to show said man's face. It was already well lubed so Jimin teased it with his finger before pushing it in. Jungkook gasped and let out a breathy moan.

"You see Kookie, I've been feeling reaaally fucking horny for a long time now, and to keep me satisfied I've been watching this anonymous porn star for...well for a good few weeks now." He pushed in another finger.

"You- ah-- you've been j-"

"Jerking off to you." He finished the younger's sentence. "Yes, it seems so. Well, I've been jerking off to a man with beautiful tan skin and defined abs, and these goddamn collarbones. God I wish you'd have had the camera tilted up just a little more."

"So that's- what the thing was with- nghh...yesterday night?"

Jimin hummed. "I couldn't help but stare, you with that shirt, you just reminded me so much of this man I've been watching for so long and I just wanted to touch you, mark you." Jimin spoke slowly. Jungkook let out a shaky moan. Had Jimins voice always been this low?! "And now I get to. Now I've seen that bruise and I knew it was you."

"Hyung- I-- fuck!" Jimin curled his fingers in a beckoning motion and Jungkook's back arched as he prodded as his prostate.

"God you look so hot when you arch your back. That's the thing with you Jungkookie, so hot without trying. Always acting so innocent when you're as naughty as the devil himself."

He continued to press his fingers up against Jungkook's prostate as the younger jolted, releasing curses and moans on a constant. Jimin was just glad these videos saved to the account Jungkook had on the website, "bunnycookie97", Jimin felt a fool for not noticing earlier on, it was obvious really. Either way, he'd enjoy watching this back.

"Please Chim- fuck...please." Jimin smiled at how easily undone the boy beneath him was and straightened up to remove his sweatpants, leaving himself naked. He lubed up his dick and lined up with Jungkook's entrance and filmed as he pushed in slowly, before replacing the camera expertly showing just the lower half of their bodies. He leaned down and began heatedly making out with Jungkook.

Their tongues danced passionately as Jimin bottomed out. He hadn't even started moving yet and Jungkook was letting out constant whimpers and groans.

"Move- God Hyung, please move."

Jimin did as told and began thrusting gently, lacing a hand with one of Jungkook's, gently caressing it as it was the badly bruised one. With his other hand he felt for what he knew from experience watching these videos was in a basket beneath the bed. He knew the basket from its exterior as Kook's "memory box". And what fond memories he was sure it would bring back, Jimin thought as he pulled out a medium sized bullet vibrator. He shuddered at the many memories of seeing it up the younger's tight hole which he was finally blessed to experience for himself.

He began to ferociously attack Jungkook's neck as he sped up his thrust. Jungkook was moaning increasingly loudly, and choked out a noise somewhere between a yell and a sob when Jimin pounded into his prostate at the new angle he had created from lowering the upper half of his body.

He could wait no longer and began nibbling and sucking at Jungkook's perfect collarbones, in absolutely heaven at the soft skin residing deliciously beneath his tongue.

After he was satisfied with the marks he had made, and was sure he'd come back to anyway, he raised his head and looked at the computer screen to see what he was feeling in his lower region. Jungkook followed his eyes to see Jimins other hand appear on the screen and gasped when he heard a familiar vibrating sound.

"Fuck! Shit Jimin-ah! Oh shit!" He knew the others would wake up and hear them but he couldn't help but scream out repeatedly when he felt the strong vibrations right on the head of his dick.

Jungkook let out continuous screams of fuck yes', other curses, mixed in with various versions of Jimin's name as he felt the man's lips on his chest again, this time down at his rather sensitive nipples, vibrating occasionally when Jimin would groan in pleasure. Somewhere in the blurry haze, he addressed the fact that Jimin would know all his sensitive spots from watching his streams. He's been exploring with his body a little more lately and Jimin will have seen all of it.

The feeling of Jimins mouth on his nipples, his prostate being continuously abused, the vibrator on his dick and the pure knowledge that hundreds of people were watching had Jungkook spilling all over himself with the strongest orgasm he can recall ever having.

Jimin was overwhelmed with the suddenly clench of the younger around his dick and came into the younger with the force of weeks of wishing to do so without believing it would ever happen. He was thoroughly spent, and finally completely satisfied rather than the usual little whim of remaining frustration left within him.

He and Jungkook kissed for a minute or two longer before Jimin finally pulled out. Jungkook unwillingly sat up so he could reach to stop the stream. Jimin then pulled him back down and covered them with the duvet so he and Jungkook were lying in bed facing each other.

"I can't believe I never knew it was you." He said, still a little breathless as he petted the boy's hair.

"I mean...you don't have to watch them anymore. I err- what I mean is, if you're up for it you could keep...taking part instead." Jimin instantly pulled Jungkook close and brought his lips to his own, smiling into the kiss.

"I'd love that Jungkookie. And don't worry about where this leaves us and our relationship. We can...see where this takes us."

This time it was Jungkook's turn to smile. "I like the sound of that."

"I like the sound of you moaning." Jimin smirked.

"Ah don't, Hyung, I'm so embarrassed. There's no way the others didn't hear."

"For all you know that could have just added the sound that's been missing from the anonymous streamer they've been watching for weeks." Jungkook groaned and hid his face in Jimins chest. "Lord knows I can't be the only person you've given a thing for collarbones!"