calefaction
rating: really weak nc-17
pairings: j-hope/jimin
wc: 1271
this was supposed to be a drabble for a bunch of kiss meme things but it turned into pointless smut and then i gave up, falls over. >->-o
the prompt was "underwater kiss." possible warning for sex stuff under the influence of alcohol.
It's snowing, Hoseok realizes. It's snowing, but the tiny flecks evaporate long before they ever touch the surface of the water. He sinks further down, head falling back against the rocks to gaze up at the grey-black expanse of December sky. There's starlight peeking through the cloud cover and it's a little surreal - a little like Gwangju, up in the mountains where the light pollution isn't nearly as bad as Seoul and you can actually see the stars most nights.
But they're not in Gwangju. They're in Japan, he concludes hazily, because of the showcase. Right. They're in... Sendai? No, that was yesterday. Two days ago. They're in Sapporo now, at an onsen. Hoseok wonders if it's snowing in Gwangju too, though. It was just starting to when they left Korea.
He exhales, slow and shaky, watching his breath get lost in the billowing steam. The heat is dizzying. Vaguely, he thinks he should probably get out soon. His body feels like jelly and there's umeshu rushing in his bloodstream, heart beating just this side of too fast. Yoongi treated the hyung line so that they had no excuse not to drink with him, and Hoseok lost count of how many toasts and bullshit punishment shots he had poured down his throat before he suddenly needed to be outside. He loves Yoongi, really, he love all of them, but Yoongi gets loud when he's wasted, Namjoon gets clingy and loud, and Seokjin isn't loud but he pukes. Hoseok doesn't feel like cleaning up the puke tonight.
Beneath the water, a foot rubs slowly up and down his leg. Hoseok blinks, a crooked half-smile spreading across his flushed face. At some point the maknaes had appeared in the hot spring with him - Hoseok may have asked them to come, feeling bad that they'd been left out of the celebrating even though it would've been irresponsible to let them join in, or maybe they'd followed him out on their own, like baby ducks, and even together they're still quieter than drunk Yoongi, so Hoseok was okay with it.
He pulls Jimin's foot to rest in his lap, playing absently with his toes. It's just the two of them now - Taehyung and Jeongguk went wobbling back in a while ago, probably to pass out warm and exhausted in the nest Taehyung had constructed out of all their futons and blankets when they first arrived.
"You're so cute," he mumbles, running the pad of his thumb along the arch. He has callouses from dancing, just like Hoseok's own feet, but Jimin's feet are much smaller. Bird feet, doll feet. He doesn't think Jimin would like him saying that though, even it's true. Hoseok knows he's already sensitive about his height, but he can't help it. Jimin is really cute, and Hoseok half expects him to kick or splash water, but the younger boy just smiles shyly, flexing his foot against Hoseok's stomach.
"Hyung," he whispers. Or maybe it's not a whisper, but everything is kind of muffled in Hoseok's head right now. Soft.
"Hm?" He moves his hand to Jimin's ankle. His skin is soft too, where he doesn't have callouses. Soft and smooth, because he shaves his legs. He shaves everything, actually. Hoseok knows because Jimin buys girl razors, and also because Yoongi's yelled at him for leaving hairs on the floor of the shower. It's kind of weird, but it feels nice under Hoseok's fingers. He traces the lines of Jimin's calf muscles.
"I really like you." Jimin's voice is barely a mummer, and Hoseok feels his foot tense up. It's too dark to see the color of his cheeks, but Hoseok imagines the he's probably blushing a little, and that's cute too. His lopsided smile grows wider.
"I like you too, Jiminnie." He squeezes Jimin's knee and Jimin squirms, but he looks pleased. Cute, he's so cute with his bangs plastered to his forehead, damp with steam and sweat, even though top of his hair sparkles with frost. It looks like stars.
"Jiminnie-ah." It's so cold, but the water is so hot. They should probably get out soon.
"Yeah, hyung."
"We should go back in. Get some sleep."
"Okay, hyung." Jimin removes his foot from Hoseok's stomach, and Hoseok sighs, bracing himself to stand up in the frozen air above the hot spring. He doesn't get the chance.
His mouth goes dry as Jimin crawls into his lap, and it's not just from the alcohol. The younger boy's mouth is on his before he can swallow, arms around his neck, and Hoseok's fingers are gripping hard at Jimin's hips. Somehow, his skin is even hotter than the steam, chest pressing against his, thighs on either side of Hoseok's and rocking into him. Hoseok inhales sharply - he's wearing a towel around his waist but Jimin isn't, and Hoseok can feel him through the thin fabric like it's nothing.
Jimin kisses his way up Hoseok's jawline, breathes something against his ear - "Hyung, can I, please?" - and fuck, he shouldn't. He's drunk and dizzy and his heart is beating way too fast now, and he really, really shouldn't, and he opens his mouth to say that, but Jimin rocks his hips again and Hoseok groans a quiet "yeah" into his shoulder.
He leans back as Jimin's hands slide down his body, slipping between his legs to push them apart. Jimin takes a deep breath, and Hoseok looks up as he sinks down. It's still snowing, and he can still see the stars through the clouds.
"Shit-"
His hand grabs the back of Jimin's hair, not pressing, but he needs to hold onto something for the few seconds where he feels like he's about to grey out as Jimin slides smoothly down on him. Hoseok closes his eyes - everything is blurry anyway, but even if it wasn't, he wouldn't be able to focus on anything besides the feeling of Jimin's tongue curling over the head, how soft the insides of his cheeks are when he sucks them in around his cock. The water makes it better, impossibly hot and almost frictionless where Jimin's hand is stroking whatever his mouth doesn't cover and oh, god...
His head is swimming far too much to count the minutes, but it turns out Jimin can hold his breath for an impressively long time. He only needs to come up for air twice before Hoseok comes, teeth clenched and legs trembling, and Hoseok is pretty sure he actually does grey out for a bit. He feels Jimin swallow around him before he comes gasping up to the surface, and distantly he thinks that's probably both smart and thoughtful. The hotel probably wouldn't appreciate spunk in their hot spring.
"Hyung?"
Hoseok blinks until his vision fades back in a little. Jimin is in his lap again, thumbs smoothing concerned circles against the insides of Hoseok's thighs, and he's still hard. Hoseok realizes he should probably do something about that. He brushes still-twitching fingers over his cock, but Jimin gently pushes his hand away.
"Hyung, it's fine. You don't have to," he mumbles, suddenly shy again. Hoseok can feel the tension in his body. "I just. Sorry. I've just wanted to do that for a while, and... and, um..."
"It's okay," Hoseok croaks, and it is, he thinks. It feels okay, even though he's going to be so, so hungover in the morning. "We can talk about it tomorrow if you want."
He pushes Jimin's dripping bangs back from his forehead and presses a kiss to it. His hair is already starting to frost up again. "We should really go in now though. Help me so I don't slip and eat shit?"
Jimin laughs quietly. "Okay, hyung."
"Thank you, Jimminie."
(aaaaand bonus drabble because i was using dice to do the pairings and prompts and kept rolling jimin x himself for like EVERY OTHER PROMPT, jimin pls.)
"PARK JIMIN WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?"
Jeongguk looks up to where Yoongi is gaping red-faced in the doorway. Jimin also looks up - up-ish, considering his position on the bedroom floor, upside down on his back with his legs bent at some impossible-for-anyone-except-Jimin angle over his head. He uncontorts himself with a grunt, removing his face from his lap and rolling upright to join Jeongguk in eyeing their hyung with innocent confusion.
"I bet him 5000 won that he can't kiss his own stomach," Jeongguk says.
"What did you think I was doing?" Jimin asks, arching his spine until it pops loudly.
The red changes to a magnificent shade of light puce. "Uh..." Yoongi mumbles intelligently. "I thought. He was tr- you know," he makes vague downward gestures, "his own..."
Jimin blinks. "My own... what?"
"Yeah, what?" Jeongguk echoes.
"Nothing!" Yoongi screeches, turning on his heel. "Never mind! As you were!"
The two stare at his quickly retreating back before exchanging glances.
"He's so weird," Jeongguk mutters, shaking his head a little.
Jimin shrugs, takes a deep breath, and stretches his hands toward his toes in preparation to flip himself over again. He's so gonna do it this time, and then that 5000 won will become tonight's post-dance practice snack.
His lips are less than a centimeter away from touching when Yoongi comes charging back into the room, thrusting an accusing finger at him.
"WHY ARE YOU NAKED?"
pairings: j-hope/jimin
wc: 1271
this was supposed to be a drabble for a bunch of kiss meme things but it turned into pointless smut and then i gave up, falls over. >->-o
the prompt was "underwater kiss." possible warning for sex stuff under the influence of alcohol.
It's snowing, Hoseok realizes. It's snowing, but the tiny flecks evaporate long before they ever touch the surface of the water. He sinks further down, head falling back against the rocks to gaze up at the grey-black expanse of December sky. There's starlight peeking through the cloud cover and it's a little surreal - a little like Gwangju, up in the mountains where the light pollution isn't nearly as bad as Seoul and you can actually see the stars most nights.
But they're not in Gwangju. They're in Japan, he concludes hazily, because of the showcase. Right. They're in... Sendai? No, that was yesterday. Two days ago. They're in Sapporo now, at an onsen. Hoseok wonders if it's snowing in Gwangju too, though. It was just starting to when they left Korea.
He exhales, slow and shaky, watching his breath get lost in the billowing steam. The heat is dizzying. Vaguely, he thinks he should probably get out soon. His body feels like jelly and there's umeshu rushing in his bloodstream, heart beating just this side of too fast. Yoongi treated the hyung line so that they had no excuse not to drink with him, and Hoseok lost count of how many toasts and bullshit punishment shots he had poured down his throat before he suddenly needed to be outside. He loves Yoongi, really, he love all of them, but Yoongi gets loud when he's wasted, Namjoon gets clingy and loud, and Seokjin isn't loud but he pukes. Hoseok doesn't feel like cleaning up the puke tonight.
Beneath the water, a foot rubs slowly up and down his leg. Hoseok blinks, a crooked half-smile spreading across his flushed face. At some point the maknaes had appeared in the hot spring with him - Hoseok may have asked them to come, feeling bad that they'd been left out of the celebrating even though it would've been irresponsible to let them join in, or maybe they'd followed him out on their own, like baby ducks, and even together they're still quieter than drunk Yoongi, so Hoseok was okay with it.
He pulls Jimin's foot to rest in his lap, playing absently with his toes. It's just the two of them now - Taehyung and Jeongguk went wobbling back in a while ago, probably to pass out warm and exhausted in the nest Taehyung had constructed out of all their futons and blankets when they first arrived.
"You're so cute," he mumbles, running the pad of his thumb along the arch. He has callouses from dancing, just like Hoseok's own feet, but Jimin's feet are much smaller. Bird feet, doll feet. He doesn't think Jimin would like him saying that though, even it's true. Hoseok knows he's already sensitive about his height, but he can't help it. Jimin is really cute, and Hoseok half expects him to kick or splash water, but the younger boy just smiles shyly, flexing his foot against Hoseok's stomach.
"Hyung," he whispers. Or maybe it's not a whisper, but everything is kind of muffled in Hoseok's head right now. Soft.
"Hm?" He moves his hand to Jimin's ankle. His skin is soft too, where he doesn't have callouses. Soft and smooth, because he shaves his legs. He shaves everything, actually. Hoseok knows because Jimin buys girl razors, and also because Yoongi's yelled at him for leaving hairs on the floor of the shower. It's kind of weird, but it feels nice under Hoseok's fingers. He traces the lines of Jimin's calf muscles.
"I really like you." Jimin's voice is barely a mummer, and Hoseok feels his foot tense up. It's too dark to see the color of his cheeks, but Hoseok imagines the he's probably blushing a little, and that's cute too. His lopsided smile grows wider.
"I like you too, Jiminnie." He squeezes Jimin's knee and Jimin squirms, but he looks pleased. Cute, he's so cute with his bangs plastered to his forehead, damp with steam and sweat, even though top of his hair sparkles with frost. It looks like stars.
"Jiminnie-ah." It's so cold, but the water is so hot. They should probably get out soon.
"Yeah, hyung."
"We should go back in. Get some sleep."
"Okay, hyung." Jimin removes his foot from Hoseok's stomach, and Hoseok sighs, bracing himself to stand up in the frozen air above the hot spring. He doesn't get the chance.
His mouth goes dry as Jimin crawls into his lap, and it's not just from the alcohol. The younger boy's mouth is on his before he can swallow, arms around his neck, and Hoseok's fingers are gripping hard at Jimin's hips. Somehow, his skin is even hotter than the steam, chest pressing against his, thighs on either side of Hoseok's and rocking into him. Hoseok inhales sharply - he's wearing a towel around his waist but Jimin isn't, and Hoseok can feel him through the thin fabric like it's nothing.
Jimin kisses his way up Hoseok's jawline, breathes something against his ear - "Hyung, can I, please?" - and fuck, he shouldn't. He's drunk and dizzy and his heart is beating way too fast now, and he really, really shouldn't, and he opens his mouth to say that, but Jimin rocks his hips again and Hoseok groans a quiet "yeah" into his shoulder.
He leans back as Jimin's hands slide down his body, slipping between his legs to push them apart. Jimin takes a deep breath, and Hoseok looks up as he sinks down. It's still snowing, and he can still see the stars through the clouds.
"Shit-"
His hand grabs the back of Jimin's hair, not pressing, but he needs to hold onto something for the few seconds where he feels like he's about to grey out as Jimin slides smoothly down on him. Hoseok closes his eyes - everything is blurry anyway, but even if it wasn't, he wouldn't be able to focus on anything besides the feeling of Jimin's tongue curling over the head, how soft the insides of his cheeks are when he sucks them in around his cock. The water makes it better, impossibly hot and almost frictionless where Jimin's hand is stroking whatever his mouth doesn't cover and oh, god...
His head is swimming far too much to count the minutes, but it turns out Jimin can hold his breath for an impressively long time. He only needs to come up for air twice before Hoseok comes, teeth clenched and legs trembling, and Hoseok is pretty sure he actually does grey out for a bit. He feels Jimin swallow around him before he comes gasping up to the surface, and distantly he thinks that's probably both smart and thoughtful. The hotel probably wouldn't appreciate spunk in their hot spring.
"Hyung?"
Hoseok blinks until his vision fades back in a little. Jimin is in his lap again, thumbs smoothing concerned circles against the insides of Hoseok's thighs, and he's still hard. Hoseok realizes he should probably do something about that. He brushes still-twitching fingers over his cock, but Jimin gently pushes his hand away.
"Hyung, it's fine. You don't have to," he mumbles, suddenly shy again. Hoseok can feel the tension in his body. "I just. Sorry. I've just wanted to do that for a while, and... and, um..."
"It's okay," Hoseok croaks, and it is, he thinks. It feels okay, even though he's going to be so, so hungover in the morning. "We can talk about it tomorrow if you want."
He pushes Jimin's dripping bangs back from his forehead and presses a kiss to it. His hair is already starting to frost up again. "We should really go in now though. Help me so I don't slip and eat shit?"
Jimin laughs quietly. "Okay, hyung."
"Thank you, Jimminie."
(aaaaand bonus drabble because i was using dice to do the pairings and prompts and kept rolling jimin x himself for like EVERY OTHER PROMPT, jimin pls.)
"PARK JIMIN WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?"
Jeongguk looks up to where Yoongi is gaping red-faced in the doorway. Jimin also looks up - up-ish, considering his position on the bedroom floor, upside down on his back with his legs bent at some impossible-for-anyone-except-Jimin angle over his head. He uncontorts himself with a grunt, removing his face from his lap and rolling upright to join Jeongguk in eyeing their hyung with innocent confusion.
"I bet him 5000 won that he can't kiss his own stomach," Jeongguk says.
"What did you think I was doing?" Jimin asks, arching his spine until it pops loudly.
The red changes to a magnificent shade of light puce. "Uh..." Yoongi mumbles intelligently. "I thought. He was tr- you know," he makes vague downward gestures, "his own..."
Jimin blinks. "My own... what?"
"Yeah, what?" Jeongguk echoes.
"Nothing!" Yoongi screeches, turning on his heel. "Never mind! As you were!"
The two stare at his quickly retreating back before exchanging glances.
"He's so weird," Jeongguk mutters, shaking his head a little.
Jimin shrugs, takes a deep breath, and stretches his hands toward his toes in preparation to flip himself over again. He's so gonna do it this time, and then that 5000 won will become tonight's post-dance practice snack.
His lips are less than a centimeter away from touching when Yoongi comes charging back into the room, thrusting an accusing finger at him.
"WHY ARE YOU NAKED?"