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“Happy birthday, baby,” Jungkook whispered, placing a small, square package in Jimin’s hands. Jimin pouted down at it a moment before looking up at Jungkook. “My birthday isn’t until tomorrow.”
“I know. But this is a special present. I can’t give it to you with the others around and we both know they’ll be all over you tomorrow.”
Jimin grinned at that. He set the package in his lap. “It’s heavy,” he commented.
Jungkook perched next to him on the bed, holding his breath as Jimin unwrapped it. He was scared sick, if he was being honest. It was a risk he was taking, getting his for Jimin without really discussing it before, but he wanted so badly to make Jimin happy…
Jimin gasped when he opened the sleek leather case that had been wrapped up tight with the bright pink paper. “You didn’t,” he whispered.
Jungkook glanced over his shoulder. Inside the case were eight long, slender silver rods, slipped into little elastic holders on a velvety padded space. The top of each had a larger ball end. Each was a different thickness, varying from smaller than a ballpoint pen all the way to as thick as Jungkook’s pinkie. They were smooth and shining, glinting off the lights. Jimin looked over at Jungkook, his mouth curling up into a tentative grin. “Really?”
Jungkook nodded. “I’ve been doing a lot of research and got in touch with some professionals who taught me some techniques. I’m confident I can do this for you.”
“Oh Jungkook.” Jimin closed the case and set it down before grabbing Jungkook in a tight hug.
Sounding had been a secret fantasy of Jimin’s for as long as Jungkook could remember. Even before they began dating, when they were still pretending they could get by as nothing more than good friends, Jimin shared some of the truth of this kink. He loved the idea of it, the vulnerability and the pleasure that supposedly came with it. Jungkook had wanted to be able to provide it to him for years, but was concerned about the safety risks if he messed up.
“When can we?” Jimin asked, pulling back and picking up the case once more. He opened it, looking over the sounding rods with an adoring gaze.
“Tomorrow morning. We’ll do it right when you wake up, so you’re already hard and ready,” Jungkook said. “The person I spoke to mentioned that sometimes, even if you’re into it, the reality of what will happen makes it difficult to get hard. So if we do it in the morning, we already will have a good erection to start with.”
“I’m so excited I don’t know that I can sleep,” Jimin admitted.
Jungkook laughed. He kissed his cheek. “Well if you don’t sleep, you won’t get morning wood, so we can’t do it.”
Jimin pouted. “I hate it when you make sense.”
“You just hate it when I’m right,” Jungkook teased. He pressed a kiss to Jimin’s cheek. “Come to bed with me.”
Jimin nodded. He set the case on the nightstand and pulled off his shirt. He kicked his sweats off and crawled under the covers in his boxers. Jungkook could feel him watching him strip out of his own clothes. He crawled into the bed as well, letting Jimin curl around him like the world’s most adorable octopus. Their lips met almost naturally, drawn together as they laid in the dark of the bedroom. The kisses were lazy and slow, each letting their bodies relax. They fell asleep with their noses brushing, sharing space and air.
Jungkook woke first the next morning. He glanced at Jimin, who’d rolled onto his other side in the night. Slowly, he reached around, feeling his crotch. As with most mornings, Jimin’s cock was stiff between his legs, tenting out the front of the fabric of his boxers. Jungkook began to kiss lightly over his neck, reaching into his boxers and stroking him gently.
Jimin moaned softly, rousing. He leaned back against Jungkook’s chest. “Mmm… Morning,” he rumbled, his throat scratchy with sleep.
“Morning, birthday boy,” Jungkook said. He kissed along his neck again. “Ready for your birthday present?”
Jimin’s eyes opened a little wider at that. “Oh God, yes.” He rolled onto his back, looking up at Jungkook. “I thought I dreamed it.”
“Nope.” Jungkook pulled his hand free and reached over, grabbing the case. He waved it in front of Jimin’s face. “I’m going to go make sure these are all clean and wash my hands… You stay here and stay hard.” Jungkook grinned as he spoke.
Jimin nodded. “Easy,” he said, the word gushing out with a breath of air.
Jungkook rose and headed to the bathroom, carefully washing the sounding rods and his own hands. He returned, laughing softly. Jimin was in the center of the bed, boxers discarded as he stroked his cock. His hips were twitching up gently, eyes closed and lips parted.
“You’re beautiful,” Jungkook said softly. He crawled onto the bed with Jimin, settling between his legs and sliding his hands up his thighs. Jimin opened his eyes, smiling down at him.
Jungkook leaned over, pressing a kiss to Jimin’s mouth as he grabbed the bottle of lube from their nightstand. He leaned back, taking over the stroking. He chewed his bottom lip, trying to make sure Jimin was as hard as he could get him.
“Are you scared?” Jungkook asked, stroking Jimin’s cock firmly. He thumbed his slid on each up stroke, pushing it open just a bit with the pad of his thumb.
“No,” Jimin whispered. “I’m so excited I’m nearly shaking.”
“Well, hopefully by the time this is all done you will be shaking.” Jungkook teased. He opened the case and pulled out a small plastic syringe. He added lube to it and pushed the small, blunt tip just inside Jimin’s slit.
“It might be a tiny bit chilly.” He pushed the plunger down, squirting the gel into Jimin’s urethra. He gasped, fisting the bed.
Jungkook picked up the first sound, slender and just a little longer than Jimin’s cock.
“Don’t jerk, okay?” Jungkook said, squeezing and stroking Jimin’s cock to move the lube deeper down his channel before adding lube to the rod.
“I’ll try.”
Jungkook lined up the little rod and pushed it in, opening Jimin’s tiny slit around it. Gravity took over, allowing it to slide deeper into Jimin’s cock.
Jimin’s mouth gaped open, his eyes wide as he watched the silver tube disappear into his cock.
“How is it?” Jungkook asked.
“C— Can’t feel much yet but the visual… Holy shit.”
Jungkook giggled. “Wanna go a size up?”
Jimin nodded.
Jungkook repeated the process, adding more lube and slicking the next rod. This one took a little more of a push to slip into Jimin’s little slit, forcing it open with no space to move. Gravity and lube still did their job, sinking the heavy tool into Jimin’s stiff cock. Jungkook let the end rest on his tip, a large silver ball keeping it from sliding all the way in. He began to stroke Jimin’s cock, gasping softly at the new feeling. He could feel the rod just under Jimin’s silky smooth skin, steady as he stroked his cock around it.
Jimin was whimpering and gasping, his hands yanking at the bed sheets. His chest was covered in sweat, lips swollen from him biting them.
“Jungkookie—“ He gasped.
“How is it?”
“So good, oh fuck…”
“This is Just the start,” Jungkook whispered. He grabbed the tip of the sound and pulled it halfway out, guiding it back in before pulling it back again. As he did, he squeezed and stroked Jimin, fucking his dick hole with the sound.
Jimin threw his head back and screamed. His balls grew visibly tight, and Jungkook giggled as precome bubbled out from around the silver rod.
“So sexy, Jiminie,” he cooed, stroking his cock faster.
“Oh fuck,” Jimin panted.
“Are you close?”
“No, no—“ Jimin’s voice took on a much more concerned tone. Jungkook stopped everything he was doing, concerned about injury.
“Does it hurt?” He worried. Jimin shook his head no.
“What’s wrong?”
“I— I gotta piss,” he whispered.
“No problem. I can pull it out, we’ll just get you hard after you go.”
“No!” Jimin grabbed Jungkook’s wrist when he grabbed the end of the sound. “No, it’s… I didn’t realize the pressure was building, I… It’s right there. As soon as you pull that sound out, I won’t be able to hold back.”
“Oh…” Jungkook thought for a moment. A grin slid over his face.
“Don’t make fun of me,” Jimin worried.
“I’m not… I won’t… But I just realized there’s an easy way to solve this problem.”
“Oh?”
Jungkook leaned over. He began to stroke Jimin’s cock gently, nuzzling his ear. “Why don’t you just made me drink it?” He whispered.
Jimin’s breath caught audibly. “You’d do that too?” He whispered.
“I was gonna mention it later,” Jungkook said. “I know we’ve talked about it sort of but… Never really got around to doing it. This makes sense though, doesn’t it? Saves a mess… Turns us both on…” He let go of Jimin’s cock and slid his hands over his belly. “Plus it makes you feel good.”
“Jesus, Jungkook,” Jimin whispered. “I got… So fucking lucky with you.”
“Is that a yes?”
Jimin nodded quickly. “Please, my belly’s starting to ache,” he admitted.
Jungkook moved down. He grasped the rod’s end and leaned close, watching Jimin’s tip closely. As he pulled the rod back slowly, little rivulets of piss began to trickle out around it. Once the rod was free of Jimin’s tip, his hole remained slightly gaped, and the pale yellow fluid began gushing up. Jungkook shot forward, wrapping his lips around the tip. The piss filled his mouth immediately, hot and salty. It wasn’t quite what he’d expected, but it was absolutely delightful regardless. He snuck quick breaths between gulps, his own cock throbbing in his boxers.
Jimin was moaning above him, and he buried his fingers in his hair, the gentle tugs sending pangs of pleasure right down between Jungkook’s thighs.
He was almost disappointed when the stream weakened and stopped. He swallowed the last bit and sucked, flicking his tongue over Jimin’s slit to gather the rest that he could.
Jimin’s cock throbbed in his mouth.
“Oh God, keep going,” Jimin pleaded, pushing his head down a little.
Jungkook smirked. He began to bob his head, teasing his tongue along the shaft and tip. He pointed his tongue, sliding it over Jimin’s slit before pulling back.
“No,” Jimin panted. “Please, I’m so close.”
“I’m not done with you yet,” Jungkook said. He added more lube to Jimin’s cock and picked up the next size rod. “Tell me if this is too much,” he said. He added lube to it and gently began to push it into Jimin’s cock.
Jimin cried out sharply but didn’t stop him. Jungkook could see his thighs quivering as he struggled to remain still. He guided the rod in, allowing its natural weight and gravity to sink it into Jimin’s cock.
Jimin shuddered, fisting the sheets. He began to make small noises, like choked off moans. Jungkook let the balled end of the rod rest against Jimin’s cock. He began to stroke him again, taking a moment to feel the swell of Jimin’s cock with the rod holding him open. He gathered some of the excess lube on the fingers of his other hand and slid two fingers into Jimin’s ass.
Jimin tossed his head back, moaning happily.
“It’s so much—“ He panted. Jungkook began to rub his prostate gently, stretching his ass as he did.
“Too much?”
“No— Perfect,” Jimin panted. He wet his lips and moaned again, his voice breaking when Jungkook pulled the sound almost all the way out before guiding it back in. He lowered his head, wrapping his lips around Jimin’s cock. He began to bob his head, using his tongue to lift and nudge the ball portion of the rod. Jimin shouted, fisting Jungkook’s hair.
Jungkook giggled, sucking Jimin’s cock while he fingered his ass. He let his other hand slide down to his own cock, stroking it as he pleasured Jimin.
Jimin’s grip tightened, his breath coming in quick little gasps. Jungkook moved back. He withdrew his fingers and gripped Jimin’s balls, squeezing and rubbing them against his body.
“That’s it,” Jungkook cooed as he fucked the rod into Jimin’s cock. “Your cock takes it just as good as your ass. Let it happen.”
Jimin whimpered, panting his name. Jungkook felt his balls tighten and pulse. He pulled the rod out as soon as they did, and a thick, lazy spurt of come followed its exit, dribbling down Jimin’s twitching cock. Jungkook began to stroke him hard and fast, milking the come from his stretched hole. He pulled his own cock out and jerked it, moving up to straddle Jimin.
He moaned sharply, angling his cock down. His orgasm hit, his own body shuddering as ropes of come hit Jimin’s spurting cock and his hand. He moved at the last moment, pushing the tip of his cock down to nestle against Jimin’s gaped slit. His body jerked as the last strong rope left him.
Jimin gasped and moaned his name. He reached down, stroking his own come covered cock. “You just—“
Jungkook smirked. “Well,” he panted, squeezing his cock to get the final dribbles of come from it. He settled back onto Jimin’s thighs. “If you wanna stretch it out, I might as well fill it with my come.”
Jimin’s eyes fluttered shut. “Fuck…” He whispered. He let his softening cock lay on his belly, come still dribbling from the tip. Every few seconds his thighs quivered and tensed.
Jungkook giggled. “You still with me?”
“Oh yeah,” Jimin mumbled, his mouth sounding full of cotton. “I feel amazing… ‘M floating.”
Jungkook nodded in understanding. “They warned me that might happen if you were so… Inclined.”
“Inclined?”
Jungkook shook his head. “We’ll talk about it when you’re more conscious. Come on, let’s get you cleaned up.” He moved to crawl off the bed. Jimin let out a high whine and grabbed his wrist.
“Don’t!”
Jungkook’s brows shot up, panic squeezing his chest for a moment. He relaxed when he saw Jimin’s pleading face, close to tears.
“I won’t get anywhere without you. I’m just gonna grab the wet wipes from the nightstand, okay?”
Jimin’s lips thinned in thought. He nodded. “Kay.”
Jungkook reached over, letting Jimin keep his grip on his other wrist. He snagged the wet wipes and carefully cleaned Jimin with them, and then himself. He wiped down the sounds and syringe, setting them on the edge of the nightstand so he could wash them thoroughly before putting them back in the case. The case and lube were slipped back into the nightstand before Jungkook laid himself down next to Jimin, pressing gentle kisses to his shoulder.
“I’m right here.”
“Don’t go anywhere… Ever,” Jimin mumbled.
“Never. We need to get ready for your birthday party soon, okay? But we can lay here a few more minutes.”
Jimin nodded. He turned, wrapping himself around Jungkook completely. He buried his face in his chest, heaving a deep, shaky sigh. Jungkook had to laugh as Jimin breathed out, seeming to deflate and melt into the bed and his grip, every muscle in his body slack. A rare sight for Jimin, honestly – he was always wound so tight in one way or another. Stressed or sore or working… Seeing him fully relaxed was beautiful. It was stunning, honestly – Jungkook hoped he’d be able to see more of this side of Jimin. Even if it was a luxury they couldn’t often indulge in, the times they could, Jungkook decided he’d make sure Jimin was able to. He reached over and grabbed his phone, setting an alarm for just under an hour. A little nap before festivities couldn’t hurt, especially not when he was so comfortable in Jimin’s embrace. He wiggled down a little further and yanked the covers over them both, He let his eyes slip shut, soothed to sleep by Jimin’s steady breaths.