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Namjoon lets Jungkook into his hotel room after hearing the first little flurry of knocks, catching Jungkook's face scrunched with a grin, his eyes widening when the door opens.
"Ah. Hyung!"
Namjoon smiles. "Come in, Jungkook-ah."
"Are you—"
"I'm not busy, no."
"Cool." Jungkook shoves his hands into his pockets as he trails after Namjoon into his room, and it's so awkward, so sweet, that Namjoon wants to laugh.
Instead, he slides his arm low around Jungkook's waist and says, "Even if I was working on something, I'm never too busy for you. You know that, right?"
Jungkook blinks, taken aback.
"Ah hyung," he mumbles, reaching up to play with one of his earrings. "I don't want to be annoying."
"Did you come here to steal my food?"
"No," Jungkook answers, a grin tugging at his lips before he licks them, glancing over at Namjoon's bed in the least subtle way possible. "Not food."
"Games?" Namjoon asks, and Jungkook rolls his eyes.
"You already know, you're just teasing me."
"Sorry." And Namjoon means it. He can't help but tease Jungkook, it comes too naturally, but Namjoon also can't ignore how his belly is already heating with excitement, having Jungkook here. He leans in closer, pressing a warm kiss to Jungkook's neck that makes Jungkook shiver, bringing a hand up to rest on Namjoon's chest.
Namjoon loves Jungkook's shivers, loves every sweet little reaction he has when Namjoon kisses him, touches him.
"You smell good," Namjoon murmurs, lips dragging. "For me?"
Jungkook just hums. "Can we... Your bed, can we..."
"Yeah," Namjoon breathes out, stepping backwards with his arm around Jungkook and then laughing when he inevitably trips, falling back onto the bed.
Jungkook catches himself with his hands on the mattress so his full weight isn't pressing into Namjoon. His eyes are bright, nervous.
"Okay?" Namjoon asks.
"Mmm. Can you, ah, move back a little?"
Namjoon does, and Jungkook crawls forward to settle over Namjoon, straddling him, tilting his head before kissing Namjoon slowly.
There is always a little bit of a guilty tug in Namjoon's gut, when they do this, knowing that he's the one who taught Jungkook how to kiss.
It was— god, it was a really cheesy first kiss. They can both admit that. But Jungkook's face always goes a little pink when Namjoon brings it up, how for Jungkook's 20th birthday he gave Jungkook perfume and a rose stolen from a bouquet Namjoon didn't buy, how Jungkook asked him, sleepy and bold, "What, no kiss?"
So Namjoon kissed him. His forehead first, a regular birthday tradition between members.
But there was something in Jungkook's eyes, soft and yearning, and Namjoon thought, I can laugh this off if it goes to shit, right? and kissed Jungkook firmly on the lips.
He remembers Jungkook's sharp inhale, the gentle flutter of his eyelashes.
He remembers cupping Jungkook's face, kissing him deeper, the way Jungkook's mouth opened under his. Remembers their heavy breathing, the nudge of Jungkook's nose against his cheek, those tingling kisses and Jungkook's face warm beneath his palms.
Namjoon remembers it so vividly. Maybe Jungkook does too. Maybe that's why he blushes when anyone brings it up.
They both shied away after the kiss, focused on comeback instead and ignored any stirring feelings, but there were moments. Tender kisses they shared when Jungkook's eyes were full of tears, celebratory kisses, quiet looks when Jungkook visited Namjoon's studio that carried as much weight as a press of lips.
It took a year and another birthday for Namjoon to confess.
Now they find moments of intimacy when they can. Touches, kisses, hot whispered things that make Jungkook blush and shiver. Jungkook learned so quickly, as with everything, how to steal Namjoon's breath, how to stir that heat inside him.
Namjoon can't say he isn't a little proud.
"Baby," Namjoon murmurs.
Jungkook hums a moan that gets caught between their mouths, and when he pulls back, Namjoon realizes Jungkook's hands are fisted tightly into the sheets on either side of Namjoon.
Fuck, that's hot.
"Already using that word, ah," Jungkook says, his grin crooked in that small, pleased way it gets.
"You know you're my baby."
"Hyung," Jungkook breathes out. "I want— more."
"More pet names?" Namjoon asks automatically, and Jungkook ducks his head with a short laugh.
"No. I mean, sure, but I meant." Jungkook pauses, reaching for one of Namjoon's hands and guiding it to the back of Jungkook's sweatpants, until Namjoon's fingers are nudging beneath the waistband, no underwear, touching bare skin.
"More," Jungkook repeats. "I'm ready."
Namjoon's stomach does this kind of— lurch, then, before it squeezes, before the heat in his belly has Namjoon suddenly aware of his half-hard dick.
He knows what Jungkook means. But he still asks. "Ready?"
"Feel," Jungkook insists, so Namjoon does, hand sliding down.
Jungkook's skin is so smooth, soft, his ass firm with muscle in a way Namjoon is already familiar with, given how often they spank each other while messing around.
Namjoon swallows and lets his fingers brush down between Jungkook's cheeks, feeling it right away, the sticky-slippery lube that covers Jungkook's hole.
"Ah, well, fuck," Namjoon says.
Jungkook snickers. He's trembling slightly, but he's smiling, and Namjoon just feels warm all over. Warm, wanting, nervous too. They've only talked about this explicitly before in text messages. And maybe Jungkook had been drinking, maybe that's why he was so shameless then—
hyung
want you to be my first
i fingered myself after i went back to my room last night
thinking about how good your mouth felt on my neck
jungkookah
fuck
hyung...
want you to fuck me so badly, ah, will you?
But now, the reality of what they're doing, Jungkook's quiet invitation, the idea of him alone in his room preparing himself for it. Arousal rushes through Namjoon with an intensity bigger than what he's felt before, flushing his face, pooling saliva on his tongue.
"You don't have to be the one bottoming," Namjoon blurts out, because they haven't discussed this part of it, and maybe Jungkook doesn't realize. "Just because I'm older, don't feel like you have to—"
Jungkook's face scrunches, amusement and exasperation. "What kind of dirty talk is that? Hyung, I know, I- I want it. A lot. I've used my fingers before, you know that, and now I want more. With you."
"Fuck. I know, sorry, I think I'm panicking."
Jungkook laughs. The sound is dorky, warm, perfect. "Ah, hyung. I had planned for it to be sexier, you know, you would put your hand down my pants yourself."
"Maybe I would have. You didn't give me enough time."
"'m horny," Jungkook whines, pouting shamelessly. Namjoon finds it cute, and finds that it only makes him want to fuck Jungkook more.
"Yeah, that's fair. Jungkook-ah, baby, c'mere."
Jungkook leans down until their lips meet again, kissing Namjoon harder now, a pressure behind it that feels like impatience, like desperation. It fuels the hunger in Namjoon's gut, his own impatience with Jungkook warm on top of him like this, the way they slowly rock into each other as they kiss.
Namjoon's hand is still down the back of Jungkook's pants, and he presses his fingers lightly over Jungkook's hole, tracing that sensitive, hidden part of him. It feels more intimate than any touch Namjoon has given him before.
Jungkook moans, hips jerking, the muscle clenching tight beneath Namjoon's touch. "Hyung."
"You feel so tiny," Namjoon huffs out.
Jungkook shudders, teeth catching at Namjoon's lip. "Don't- Don't say that."
"Okay. Can I call you tight?"
Jungkook groans, pulling back. His ears are flushed a bright red. "Well I hope you don't call me loose, fuck."
Namjoon laughs.
It feels so good to joke with Jungkook like this, to grope his bare ass like a horny teenager and then peck sweet kisses across the line of his jaw, only dropping his mouth open to suck when he's close to Jungkook's ear, where his hair can hopefully hide a mark.
"Fuck, ah." Jungkook shudders, his breath hitching, hole clenching up again under the press of Namjoon's two fingers. "Feels good," he slurs, "can we—"
"Anything you want," Namjoon says immediately. Jungkook smiles, dazed, face scrunched. Namjoon wants to kiss the wrinkles at the corners of Jungkook's eyes, so he tilts his face up and does.
"Hnn, cute," Jungkook huffs. "I just want to be naked."
"Yeah, that's good. Good plan."
Jungkook sits up and pulls his shirt off up over his head. Namjoon stares.
Jungkook is— insanely good-looking. There's knowing it, and then there's seeing it in a hotel room before they have sex, the way Jungkook is fit and broad, soft and hard and slender, and he still has the audacity to look shy.
"You too," Jungkook mutters.
"I will," Namjoon answers. He watches Jungkook slide off the bed, stepping out of his sweatpants. Nudity isn't shocking or new, but like this, it stokes a greedy heat inside Namjoon. A new kind of shamelessness, wanting, eyes fixed on the bob of Jungkook's hard cock.
"Hyung," Jungkook grunts, his tone annoyed but a giddy smile playing on his lips like he can't help it. "You too."
Namjoon undresses quickly, maybe a little clumsily, given how Jungkook feels it necessary to catch his arm and hold him steady while Namjoon is hopping out of his pants. He's not as hard as Jungkook yet, but it won't take him long to get there.
It's Jungkook's turn to stare, hungry.
They've made out shirtless, even grinded together until Jungkook came in his boxer-briefs, burying this soft, wrecked noise against Namjoon's throat that Namjoon hopes he'll never forget.
But this is more than Jungkook has done with anyone, Namjoon knows. The awe, the want in the way his gaze runs over Namjoon's body is enough to give Namjoon goosebumps.
"You look good," Namjoon grits out, settling back on the bed, head propped up on the pillows. "Like. Really good."
Jungkook laughs, a short burst of noise, maybe more nervous than he looks.
"You don't have to say that," he mumbles, crawling forward on the bed, straddling Namjoon again. He lowers his hips carefully, breathing out a shaky moan between kisses. "Ah, hyung."
"Do you need hyung's fingers?" Namjoon asks in a low voice, petting a hand over Jungkook's back as a shiver runs through him.
"Hnn."
"I don't know what that means," Namjoon laughs.
"Yeah, fingers. Please. Stretch me open for your fat cock—"
"Fuck, okay, wow," Namjoon stutters, kissing Jungkook just to shut him up, hand sliding down to Jungkook's ass.
Jungkook hums and kisses back, thighs spreading wider when Namjoon's fingers find his hole and rub slowly, heat pooling in Namjoon's belly when Jungkook rocks forward at the touch.
They'll need more lube later, but Jungkook is slick enough now that Namjoon can ease two fingers inside, swallowing Jungkook's gasp with a kiss.
"Is that one?" Jungkook asks, forehead resting against Namjoon's. He's tight even around Namjoon's fingertips, like... fuck. Holy shit. Damn.
"No, two."
"Oh. Big," Jungkook mumbles.
"Yeah?" Namjoon presses deeper into that heat, feels Jungkook open for him, and then tighten up like he isn't going to let Namjoon go.
"Feels really good," Jungkook says between kisses, mouth open and hot, hips pushing back slightly as he squeezes tight around Namjoon's fingers.
Namjoon wonders if this is what Jungkook will sound like while he's full of Namjoon's cock - sleepy, mumbling, voice low. Or will his moans be higher, breathier?
"You've done this before."
"Mm, by myself."
"Fuck, baby, you're so tight," Namjoon blurts out. Is Jungkook even squeezing on purpose? Or does it just feel that good for him?
"Oh," Jungkook says, nuzzling his nose into the side of Namjoon's neck. "When you say that, it's really—" His cock skims Namjoon's belly when his hips stutter, his breath puffing out warm close to Namjoon's ear.
Namjoon's dick is caught near the crease of Jungkook's thigh, and he thinks it wouldn't take much to shift Jungkook over his body and have his cock lined up with Jungkook's ass, but that's— way too soon.
A lot of this feels way too soon. "You're sure?" Namjoon asks suddenly, and Jungkook makes a sweet noise.
"Yes."
"You didn't even ask what I meant."
"Don't have to," Jungkook says. "I'm sure. Can we, ah." He sits up then, and Namjoon draws his fingers out, wiping the lube off on his own thigh. "I had a plan."
Namjoon smiles. "A plan?"
"Mm, hold on. Also..." Jungkook pauses, biting his lip. "So, about this plan."
"Yeah?"
"It involves you not wearing a condom."
"Okay," Namjoon agrees easily. He almost laughs at the way Jungkook's eyes light up. "What? We're both clean, it's fine."
"I had a whole speech prepared," Jungkook jokes, face scrunching because he can't hide how pleased he is. "You didn't give me a chance to talk dirty to you, hyung."
"Oh? Okay, I take it back—"
"Too late," Jungkook snickers, slapping Namjoon's chest. "The other thing, are you okay with music? We can keep it on low, but I made a playlist..."
"Oh," Namjoon says, feeling unbearably fond at the shyness in Jungkook's voice. "Yeah, that sounds nice, Jungkook-ah, go ahead."
Jungkook slides off the bed to set up his phone and grab lube from the pocket of his sweatpants. Namjoon raises an eyebrow at the watermelon on the bottle.
"It's flavored?"
"Don't judge me, it smells nice," Jungkook mumbles.
"No, I wasn't judging, just." Namjoon laughs, feeling suddenly shy himself. "Is it bad I immediately thought about eating you out?"
Jungkook freezes where he's climbing back onto the bed. "Oh."
"Sorry."
"No, um. Don't be." Jungkook is definitely blushing now. "Hyung. Would you really—"
"Yeah," Namjoon says. Is he blushing too? His face feels warmer, his belly tight.
Jungkook's lips purse, then, almost a pout, and he says, "But I'm already hard. I don't know if..."
"We can just try it. If it's too much I can stop, but, well. It's not like there's anything that says you can't come twice."
"Ah, I guess, 's embarrassing though."
"Yeah, uh." Namjoon coughs. "It's really not."
"Okay," Jungkook says softly, and when Namjoon realizes how hesitant Jungkook looks, but how bashfully eager, he pulls Jungkook into a hug.
Jungkook melts against Namjoon's chest, chin tucking over his shoulder as Namjoon's palm rubs slow over Jungkook's back. There's something so comforting about holding Jungkook like this, the warmth of him, the broadness of his body in Namjoon's arms. Jungkook clings and Namjoon clings back, breathing in the clean, slightly perfumey scent of Jungkook, wondering if that's really Jungkook's rapid heartbeat he can feel against his chest.
"There's no pressure to be a certain way, Jungkook-ah. We've both seen each other at our worst, there's nothing that could happen that would be too embarrassing or would change things. This is just between us, okay?"
"I know," Jungkook murmurs. "I trust you, I do, and I know you trust me. I still want it to be sexy, though."
Namjoon laughs. "That's not going to be a problem. Do you want to lie on your front for this? It might be more comfortable that way."
Jungkook nods, hair brushing Namjoon's cheek, and then he pulls back from the hug. He settles lying on his stomach, arms folded for him to rest his chin on.
Spread out for Namjoon, Jungkook just looks— unreal. Naked, muscled, and entirely Namjoon's to play with. Namjoon swears, then laughs.
"Are you okay," Jungkook mutters into his arms.
"Really okay." The broad, bunched muscle of his shoulders tapers down to his smooth back, his slender waist, a toned and perky ass, strong thighs. "Really, really okay."
Namjoon can see the corner of Jungkook's mouth stretch with his smile. "Hyung."
"Just relax, baby. Talk to me about how you feel."
Jungkook's playlist is still going, a female singer with a husky voice now, singing a love song in English to she and her, and Namjoon wonders if Jungkook knows. He smiles and thinks, probably so.
Namjoon uses his hands to spread Jungkook's cheeks, to hold him open and stare at the glisten around his rim.
Jungkook tenses at the touch, but otherwise doesn't say anything. Letting Namjoon look, feel.
"Cute," Namjoon says, and that gets an annoyed grunt.
"Hyung..."
"Right, sorry," Namjoon says. He isn't.
He lowers himself to press a kiss to Jungkook's back, lips trailing warm down his spine until they reach where Namjoon has him spread open, hole clenching. Does the cool air from being so exposed right now feel good, or strange? Namjoon spreads Jungkook's cheeks wider and then smiles to himself at how responsive Jungkook is, the way his breath catches and his hole twitches.
Namjoon can only stare for so long before he noses closer and licks, tongue flat over the furled skin, the clean scent of Jungkook's bodywash and the artificial taste of watermelon on his tongue.
Jungkook's thighs try to spread out at that first touch, his gasp soft, almost confused. "Oh."
"Oh?"
"Mm."
"Tell me," Namjoon says. Is his voice deeper? That's not on purpose, but Jungkook shudders all the same.
"Wet," Jungkook says. "Ticklish, a little. Hyung, ah."
Jungkook's hips lift slightly, and Namjoon gives him his tongue, traces Jungkook's sensitive rim while his own belly clenches from Jungkook's hitching breath.
Jungkook's little gasps turn to whines, short hnn's as his hips press back with Namjoon's tongue, as Namjoon laps at the muscle until it gives enough for Namjoon to press inside.
Jungkook is clenching heat and that faint sweet taste, his whines louder, catching in his throat. There's still a kind of confusion in Jungkook's noises, like he isn't sure what to make of the way he's feeling, and Namjoon finds it unbearably hot. His cock throbs underneath him at the thought of sinking into Jungkook's hole soon, hearing what sort of noise he makes then.
"Hyung," Jungkook moans, and fuck, the honorific has no business sounding that good. "Feels really good."
"Yeah?" Namjoon pulls back, rubbing his thumb over Jungkook's slick hole, pressing until it starts to sink inside. Bigger than the tip of his tongue, more to clench around. Jungkook pushes back with the touch, opening for it, squeezing greedily.
"Yeah, a- ah—"
"You taste good," Namjoon tells him. And it's not a lie, even if most of the pleasure Namjoon is getting from this comes from Jungkook's reactions, knowing that Namjoon is the first one to give him this. "God, love getting to put my mouth on you. Tell hyung what you want, baby."
"You."
Namjoon smiles. "Mm, me?"
"You know what I mean, it's silly to say it out loud, hnn."
"It's not," Namjoon reassures, and yeah, okay, maybe he's just greedy to hear it. "Tell me, Jungkook-ah."
Jungkook sighs, knees sliding apart, hips lifting. Namjoon can't resist putting his mouth back on Jungkook's hole, just to hear his breath stutter. "W- Want hyung to fuck me now, please."
"God," Namjoon breathes out. He lifts up from the bed until he's kneeling, cock straining from how hard he is. "Okay. Like this?"
"Maybe, um—"
"Whatever you want." Namjoon almost makes a joke that Jungkook could even pick 'reverse cowgirl,' but starts thinking about how hot that would be, watching Jungkook ride him while facing away, and keeps his mouth shut.
Jungkook rolls over. Namjoon wants to groan at the sight of Jungkook's swollen cock, pre-cum smeared wet over his belly.
"This?" Jungkook's legs drop open, ass tilting up. "Is this okay?"
"It's perfect," Namjoon says, maybe a little too earnestly, because Jungkook's face scrunches with a smile. And then he glances down and groans.
"Hyung," Jungkook says, voice rough, "you got bigger. Fuck."
Namjoon swallows back a laugh. "Yeah?"
"Really big." Jungkook sounds nervous now, and there's another twist in Namjoon's belly that's just as much heat as it is guilt, thinking about Jungkook having to stretch for him, unused to the size.
Namjoon leans down to kiss Jungkook slowly as he rubs more lube over his hole. "We don't have to do it like this if you're not sure, Jungkook-ah."
"I want to," Jungkook whispers.
"If it hurts, I'll stop."
"No, I- I like that you're big," Jungkook admits, laughing at himself, head tipping back when Namjoon slips two fingers inside again. They go in easily, but god, the way Jungkook squeezes around them once they're inside. "I want it, hyung, I do. 'm not a quitter."
"Oh my god," Namjoon groans, "don't say that. It's your asshole, not a new hobby."
"I dunno," Jungkook hums. "Would make a fun hobby."
Namjoon draws his fingers out, wiping them off on a towel before gripping Jungkook's cock, thumb rubbing just under the head. Jungkook gasps, hips lifting, and Namjoon kisses the side of his flushed neck, lips trailing wet up to Jungkook's ear.
"I'll go slow," Namjoon promises. He kneels closer, pulling at Jungkook's thighs until he's more exposed, open for Namjoon to fit between.
Jungkook licks his lips and nods, and Namjoon finally strokes lube over his own cock — he is really not going to be able to eat watermelon candy without thinking about sex with Jungkook now and he isn't even sure if that's a bad thing — and lines himself up, cockhead pressing at Jungkook's hole.
"Ready?"
"Yeah," Jungkook says, eyes bright, lips kiss-swollen and pink, cock still hard over his belly. Namjoon circles his fingers around Jungkook and strokes as he starts to press his cock forward, murmuring, "Just relax for me, baby, try to let me in."
Jungkook does, so slowly, the muscle opening for Namjoon to push inside.
Namjoon groans at the heat that sucks him in, gripping him. He stills when he notices that Jungkook's eyes are squeezed shut, his lips pursed.
"Jungkook-ah? Talk to me, please, sweetheart."
"Big," Jungkook says. He licks his lips again, thighs trembling slightly. "Hyung, 's—"
"Want me to pull out?"
"No, nonono, just. You're stretching me," he moans softly. "Feels good when you touch me, nng."
"Okay." Namjoon can work with that. He jerks Jungkook off, teases the sensitive head as he eases more of his cock inside, and Jungkook's groan comes out so rough, his head dropping back, long throat bobbing when he swallows.
"Fuck," Jungkook says, smiling even with his eyes closed, his breath coming out quickly. "Fuck, you're filling me up so much, hyung."
If it was possible for Namjoon's cock to get harder at those words, it would. Maybe it does anyway. Holy shit.
"Yeah?"
"Hnn, it's like." Jungkook's face scrunches. He's so tight, slick and squeezing heat around Namjoon's dick. "Like you're making me open up for it even though y- you're too big."
"Jungkook-ah," Namjoon groans.
"Fuck me, please." Jungkook's hips lift, his stomach muscles tensing and relaxing, heavy eyes finally meeting Namjoon's. His gaze is unfocused, hot, and something about the sheer trust Namjoon sees there has pleasure pouring down his spine. He knows how lucky he is, being the one allowed to have Jungkook like this, to be on the receiving end of that stare. He's always felt the weight of Jungkook's faith in him, respect for him, and has always worked so hard to be worthy of something so precious.
"Okay," Namjoon says, messily adding more lube to the length of his cock and watching Jungkook's face as he takes it, as Namjoon slowly works himself in and out of Jungkook's hole.
"Do I feel good?" Jungkook asks after a minute, and Namjoon laughs. He leans over to kiss Jungkook, their lips meeting harder than he intends for them to, the kiss wet and open.
"So fucking good. So tight, baby, taking me so well."
"Yeah?" The corner of Jungkook's mouth twitches up with a grin, one of his hands sliding into Namjoon's hair when Namjoon wetly mouths at Jungkook's throat.
"Mmm. I'm so lucky."
"You don't have to—" Jungkook cuts off, gasping when Namjoon sits up and pulls at Jungkook's ass, tilting his hips a little higher, sinking deeper. "Oh. Oh fuck."
Namjoon lets himself thrust harder, watching Jungkook's cock bounce over his abs now, pre-cum still clinging wetly to the tip. "Yeah?"
"Ah." Jungkook grunts, eyes closing. "H- Hyung."
"Tell me."
"Deep," Jungkook cries. "'s too deep, ah—"
"Do you need me to stop?"
"No!" Jungkook gasps.
Namjoon slows anyway, making a concerned noise at the wet shine to Jungkook's eyes, tears blinked out that roll down his cheeks. "Jungkook-ah, you're crying."
"I'm not," Jungkook sobs, and then he laughs, tightening up around Namjoon's cock when he does. "It's not crying. Please, fuck."
"Are you close?"
It takes Jungkook a few seconds to answer, with Namjoon fucking into him again, Jungkook's head turning to the side on the pillow as he moans weakly. "I don't know. Just feels intense, god, it's like..."
"You're so hot," Namjoon blurts out, grinding in deep, the pleasure that builds inside him white-hot and twisting.
"Don't stop," Jungkook moans softer, higher. So Namjoon doesn't.
His hips slam into Jungkook's ass and one of Jungkook's hands moves to play with a hard little nipple, the other fisted tightly into the sheet. He's whining, this high noise that doesn't stop, with every hard thrust of Namjoon burying inside him.
"Baby."
Namjoon has never felt so frantic like this, the coiling heat of it in his gut, the way his balls draw up tight with how desperately he needs to come.
He gives in to the feeling, letting it consume him. Taking Jungkook bare, watching Jungkook play with himself, eyes shining wet with tears.
"Baby," Namjoon repeats helplessly.
"Close," Jungkook finally moans, and Namjoon can see it from the tension in Jungkook's strong body, his quick breaths. "Don't stop, don't—"
Namjoon gets his hand around Jungkook's cock just as Jungkook starts to come, spurting over his heaving belly, up his flushed chest, moaning brokenly through it.
"Hyung," he cries.
He's so beautiful. There's no other word for it, when Jungkook is overwhelmed and shaking, squeezing so tight around Namjoon's cock that Namjoon feels like he's losing his mind.
He leans over Jungkook's body, kissing him messily and grinding deep when his own orgasm crashes into him, his cock jerking inside Jungkook.
Jungkook gasps sweetly, hands scrambling to hold Namjoon close.
"Oh," Namjoon hears in Jungkook's soft voice, even as the pleasure washes hot through him, the roar of his own pulse in his ears.
"Fuck." Was Namjoon groaning when he came, or whining? He can't remember. Just twists his hips as his cock finishes spilling into that clamping heat, like Jungkook wants to keep him inside, like Jungkook hasn't really finished coming himself.
"Jungkook-ah," Namjoon pants, lifting his head and smiling, brushing tears off of Jungkook's cheeks. "Okay?"
"You came in me," Jungkook whispers.
Namjoon's spent cock jerks, even still tucked inside Jungkook. "Yeah, uh."
"Your cum is inside me," Jungkook moans, hands sliding over Namjoon's back, trying to push him closer.
Namjoon laughs, a short burst of noise, semi-hysterical. "You like it that much?"
"Mmm." Namjoon meets Jungkook's sleepy gaze, dark and sated, content. When he tilts his face so their lips can touch, the kiss is warmth instead of heat, a giddiness there that has Namjoon's stomach swooping.
"How do you feel? Fuck, I should pull out. It'll feel weird," Namjoon warns, and Jungkook just hums, bracing himself a little when Namjoon draws his hips back.
Namjoon wants to kiss between Jungkook's furrowed eyebrows. "Ah."
"Sore?"
"Open," Jungkook answers, reaching down, fingers dipping inside.
Namjoon's cock gives another twitch. Holy fuck. "Baby."
But Jungkook's hips just lift, his grin small and pleased, fingers sinking deeper into his stretched hole. Fucked out, Namjoon's horrible brain provides, and he ignores the guilty flare of heat in his belly.
"Filled me..."
"Jungkook-ah," Namjoon says in a deeper voice, stern, to get his attention. "Do you want to come again?"
"No," Jungkook mumbles, "but you using that tone doesn't make me want it less. Just. So you know."
Namjoon laughs again. "Okay. That's fair." His fingers trail down, brushing Jungkook's where they're tucked inside himself, feeling out Namjoon's mess, how tender he is inside. "But if you want to come again..."
A shudder runs through Jungkook, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip. "Ah, h- hyung."
"Hyung doesn't mind," Namjoon whispers. He wishes he could get hard again so soon, is nearly ready to fuck an oversensitive and half-soft cock inside Jungkook if he asks for it. "If I rub that spot inside, can you come again? What if I get my mouth on your cock, sweetheart?"
"Please," Jungkook finally gasps out.
It's messy, hot in every sense of the word, but Namjoon is wild at seeing Jungkook needy for more.
Namjoon sucks Jungkook's cock past his lips — there's a give to it, as spent as it is, and Namjoon wonders if Jungkook will stiffen up again or if he'll just come like this — and replaces Jungkook's fingers in his hole with his own, slick with cum and lube, fucking it back inside Jungkook.
He finds Jungkook's swollen prostate, massages there and swallows around his cock, listening to Jungkook's soft moans of pleasure, feeling fingers scramble and grab at Namjoon's shoulders.
It's so hot, god. Namjoon feels overstimulated just from the way Jungkook squeezes around his fingers, clenching and wet. From the way Jungkook's cock glides over Namjoon's tongue, thick, warm. He tastes like cum, honestly, and Namjoon can't explain why that makes his mouth water.
"Hyung," Jungkook moans, voice soft, melodic, almost in harmony with the slow song crooning from his phone. Maybe Namjoon is losing his mind a little bit. "Fuck, god."
Namjoon hums around his mouthful of Jungkook's cock.
He doesn't expect Jungkook to come so soon, but maybe the oversensitivity forces a different kind of orgasm from his body.
Namjoon hears a sob, feels the tremble in Jungkook's thighs and the way his hips arch off the bed, but is still surprised when he's suddenly swallowing weak spurts of cum, Jungkook clenching so tight around Namjoon's fingers that he can't move them, just lets Jungkook squeeze out his own orgasm.
It fills Namjoon's sex-wrecked mind with heated thoughts about Jungkook using him like that, fucking himself on Namjoon's cock for his own pleasure, and his belly clenches hotly at how much he'd enjoy that.
Namjoon pulls off once he's finished swallowing and mouths wetly down the length of Jungkook's cock, groaning when he catches sight of the white mess that's leaked out around his fingers. He slides his fingers out, tapping wetly over Jungkook's open hole, watching him twitch and dribble more lube and cum.
"Good boy," Namjoon rasps, and Jungkook moans. "Fuck, so good for me, sweetheart."
Jungkook isn't very vocal after that. Quiet whimpers and needy whines as Namjoon cleans them both up with the towel, as Namjoon drinks some water and then holds the bottle to Jungkook's parted lips, letting him sip too, watching his throat work.
Jungkook glistens with sweat, flushed, gaze heavy and warm.
It's fondness that Namjoon sees there. It's— well. It's love.
"Hyung," Jungkook whispers, and Namjoon leans down to kiss him, smiling, tilting his head when Jungkook doesn't so that their noses don't squish uncomfortably. "Thank you."
"Ah, you don't have to— it was good?"
"So good," Jungkook moans, hips twisting. He squirms and stretches on the bed, toes curling, and Namjoon slides a hand down Jungkook's side, struck with the sudden urge to kiss every beautiful inch of him. He imagines the pleased scrunch of Jungkook's face if he did that, and smiles.
"I'm glad. Felt so good for me too, this tight little ass." Namjoon gropes him for emphasis, just a little squeeze.
Jungkook laughs, hiccupping. "Don't."
"Don't call it like I see it?"
Jungkook grins.
"No. Don't stop."
Namjoon kisses him again, and again. Soft pecks and then deep, wet kisses. He settles over Jungkook's body on the bed, reaches down between them to palm at Jungkook's soft cock just to hear his breath hitch, and finally says, "I can't really help myself around you, Jungkook-ah."
"Oh," Jungkook says, eyes bright. "That's sexy."