By: @Yoonglesheart

"What are you doing, hyung?" Jungkook whispers to Jimin, wide-eyed.

"Shhh, Kook-ah," Jimin says as his hand snakes into the pocket of Jungkook's slacks.

They are in the middle of a photoshoot that's taking longer than normal, and Jimin is always dangerous when he's bored. Jungkook knows this from experience.

As the photographer calls for a break to change out the lighting filters, Jimin's fingers reach deeper into Jungkook's pocket before curving up and cupping his balls.

A quiet sigh escapes Jungkook's lips as he sees Jimin's eyes flick to his, conveying both a devilish mirth and a warning for Jungkook to remain quiet.

Jimin's been teasing him all dat as they've filmed clips for the behind the scenes footage of the photoshoot. Hand resting just a little too high on Jungkook's leg, foot perched on the couch between Jungkook's thighs, that little extra bounce he took onto his lap. When Jungkook blocked Jimin from sitting on his lap the second time, he watched with a mixture of excitement and trepidation as Jimin's eyebrow rose slowly, a Slytherin grin creeping onto his face as if to say, "Oh yeah? Challenge accepted."

Jungkook grinned back tauntingly at the time, but now, as he feels Jimin's tiny pinkie ghosting across his balls, he knows this is definitely a fight he is not going to win. At the same time, he also cant bring himself to ask Jimin to stop.

The make-up noona approaches to blot away the perspiration now appearing on his upper lip. This isn't good, he thinks as she removes the blotting paper and he feels the sweat return almost immediately, the dampness moving up to his brow. His muscles tense as he uses every bit of self control not to move his hips, chasing Jimin's feather light touch.

Jimin relishes in teasing him, a fact that is not lost on Jungkook as Jimin begins to gently roll his balls in his tiny hand while carrying on a conversation with Jin, who stands to his other side. If Jungkook could think properly at this moment, he would marvel at Jimin's ability to multitask-or perhaps worry about a possible diagnosis of split personality syndrome-probably both. As it is, Jungkook's thoughts are solely focused on breathing, not making noise, and the increasing throbbing sensation between his legs. He takes a deep breath and exhales shakily, drawing Hobi's attention, who looks at him with concern until Jungkook manages a half smile in his direction, seemingly satisfying him.

Its not to say Jungkook minds being teased by Jimin. Quite the opposite actually. They've made a game of it at home, with Jimin edging Jungkook for hours, until he's a sobbing, begging mess and willing to perform whatever sadistic acts Jimin requires in return for granting him some relief. But this-in public and inches apart from the other members, and staff and even strangers-this is new.

The other members remain in their places and chat casually with each other, oblivious to the crisis taking place in Jungkook's pants as he feels Jimin's hand readjust, turning to run a finger up the length of his swelling cock. He swallows a gasp in his throat as Jimin's finger traces the ridge along the head.

"Water?" A manager approaches, arm extended to offer water bottles to the members. "Its a little warm in here."

Jungkook nods his head in agreement with the heat level, but declines the water bottle, afraid to move a single muscle as Jimin's fingers begin to wrap halfway around his now fully erect length.

"Hyung," Jungkook whispers under his breath.

Jimin presses closer to his side, humming sweetly in response.

Jimin's shirt is big and billowy and completely hides the fact that half of his forearm is now buried in Jungkook's pocket where his slowly slides his hand up and down over Jungkook's cock-the satin lining of the pocket and Jungkook's thin cotton boxers being the only thing separating their skin. Jungkook can feel the cool hard metal of Jimin's rings as they move across the fabric, in sharp contrast to the soft warmth of Jimin's fingers. The dual sensations put him on edge, sending a shiver down his spine. Jimin;s lips curls as he feels the shudder move through Jungkook's body.

Jungkook looks down to see if the movement in his pants is obvious, and secretly thanks the stylist noonas for dressing him in black pants that have some give and take in front. If someone was really paying attention they might be able to tell, but with the hustle and bustle of the crew and stylists and managers around, no one seems to be paying them much mind. Still the thought that they could see if they looked closely makes Jungkook dizzy with arousal, and another shiver runs through his body.

"What's wrong, Kook-ah?" Jimin asks quietly, as he presses his palm harder against Jungkook's cock, wrapping his fingers just a little bit tighter, and increasing his speed. Jungkook swallows audibly, as he feels the familiar hot coil of an orgasm begin to build in his gut. He can see Jimin watching his face out of the corner of his eye-still the epitome of calm, cool and collected.

The crew calls a 2 minute countdown to resume the photoshoot, and Jungkook's mind vacillates betweeen terror and pleasure as Jimin's strokes get longer. He knows he needs to do something soon or he's going to come right there in the middle of the photoshoot. He wills his legs to move, but his muscles are not cooperating with his brain and he remains frozen in place, tethered by Jimin's presence as much as his hand.

He's just about to resign himself to the terror of what's going to happen, when on the upstroke Jimin's pinky presses lightly into his slit. Jimin knows how sensitive the tip of his cock is, so it's clear he's trying to push Jungkook over the edge, the little sadist that he is-but what actually happens is that Jungkook's knees buckle slightly, enough to pull Jimin's hand off his cock and out of his pocket, breaking the spell holding Jungkook in place.

The other members turn in concern as Jungkook stumbles forward from their photoshoot formation, hoarsely yelling "bathroom" as he runs toward the private washroom down the hall. Several of the members make as if they are going to follow to check on him, but he can see that Jimin is already steps ahead of them, grabbing a water bottle and rushing down the hall, while calling over his shoulder.

"The heat probably just got to him! I'll bring him some water!"

Jungkook bursts into the washroom with Jimin close at his heels. By the time Jimin enters, closing and locking the door behind them, he already has his pants unzipped and boxers pushed down and is stroking himself quirky, heavy pants leaving his mouth as he watches Jimin approach.

Jimin's eyes are dark and sparkling with power as he pushes Jungkook back against the wall, pulling Jungkook's hand away from his cock, and wrapping his own around Jungkook's heated shaft. He doesn't stroke it though, just pinches tightly at the tip as he leans forward, running his tongue along the seam of Jungkook's lips, who squirms and whines beneath him.

"Open," Jimin says, as Jungkook obeys and parts his lips.

Jimin's tongue flicks into Jungkook's mouth, their lips only touching lightly to avoid messing up their makeup, a learned skill from many prior shooting day bathroom encounters. Jungkook feels his insides overheating as he melts into Jimin's kisses and whines at the gentle tangle of their tongues against each other.

A knock suddenly sounds at he door, interrupting them.

"You okay, Kook-ah? Jimin-ah?" Hoseok's voice comes loudly through the door.

"Fine, hyung!" Jimin answers brightly, his ability to bend his response to any situation still filling Jungkook with awe, even as his hips thrust forward chasing friction in Jimin's hand. "Give us two more minutes!"

Jimin's hand is still wrapped tightly around the tip of his cock, and as much as he likes Jimin edging him, Jungkook knows he wont make it through the photoshoot, let alone the rest of the day, if he doesn't get some relief. Jungkook leans forward making himself smaller and hunching over to nose at Jimin's earlobe, begging for Jimin's mercy.

"Hyungie, puh-please. I-I wont make it."

"Fine," Jimin says, as he rolls his eyes, but is clearly pleased by Jungkook's prostration.

Jungkook gasps as Jimin spins his around pushing his toward the toilet until his knees bump up against the cool porcelain of the bowl and he's bent forward, hands resting against the tile wall. Jimin pulls down his pants and boxers, pushing them out of the way as he presses himself to Jungkook's back and wraps his hand around Jungkook's length, now click with precum.

"Now be a good boy and dont make a mess for the stylist noonas, Kook-ah," Jimin says, as he begins stroking Jungkook's cock exactly the way he knows Jungkook likes it.

Jungkook thinks to himself that its both a blessing and a curse to be with someone who knows you this well, as the heated coil in his gut builds quickly once again. Before long his head is empty, save for the feeling of the slick movements of Jimin's hand along his shaft, and he's unable to control the breathy moans escaping his lips as he feels himself teetering on the edge.

"Quiet, Kook-ah," Jimin whispers into his ear. "Or, wait. Maybe you want the others to hear me make you come?" Jimin says as he twists his wrist on the upstroke, thumbing over Jungkook's sensitive head, and its too much-the sensation, the filthy words-and its also perfect.

The next thing Jungkook knows, he's tipping over the edge as a loud moan begins to escape his lips. Jimin's free hand clamps over his mouth, stifling the sound and causing him to arch his body as wave after wave of heat courses through him. His eyes tear up at the sweet relief as Jimin milks him through his orgasm, directing his cum into the toilet below, while whispering praise in his ear.

"That's it, baby. Such a good boy for me, Jungkookie. So good, baby."

Jimin doesn't relent until Jungkook whines with sensitivity, and he finally removes his hands from Jungkook's cock and mouth, as Jungkook slumps, forward, barely holding himself up against the wall.

Jungkook slowly recovers his senses as the blood rushes back to his head, and he can hear the sound of Jimin humming to himself as he tears off some toilet paper,  wiping his hand clean and throwing the soiled wad into the toilet. He then repeats the process, cleaning Jungkook off, and pulling up his boxers and pants.

They move silently to the sink to wash up, as Jungkook tries to catch his breath, still coming down from his powerful orgasm. As he dries off his hands on a paper towel, Jimin fusses with him, fixing a smudge to his lip colour, and straightening out the tuck of his shirt. Apparently satisfied, Jimin hums to himself before leaning in to kiss Jungkook lightly on the lips.

"Good as new, baby," He says with a sweet smile.

"Thank you, hyung," Jungkook replies, grateful for Jimin taking care of him. "I'll make it up to you."

Jimin's sweet smile curves up into a devious grin as he leans forward to whisper into Jungkook's ear.

"Oh, Jungkookie. How sweet of you to think you will have any control over that...you have no idea what you're in store for later."

And with that, he places another quick kiss on Jungkook's lips, tosses him the water bottle he had left on the sink, and smiles sweetly as he unlocks and opens the door.

"Now hurry up, Kook-ah, the photographers are waiting."

A shiver runs through Jungkook as he watches Jimin walk out of the door, before a huge smile lights up his face. He cant wait until tonight.