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There's something different about Jungkook, something about him that catches Namjoon's attention more than any of the other cam models he scrolls by.

And it's not just his doe eyes, although Namjoon can't pretend he isn't helplessly drawn to those, too.

The site has a few hybrids streaming, and they're all gorgeous — a kitty with pillowy lips and a sweet smile that scrunches his eyes, a puppy with a sultry low voice who bites his lip and teases his viewers — but Namjoon has never really considered hybrids a fetish of his or anything. Attractive people are attractive people, hybrid genes or not.

So it's not just the sight of the ears that stand up from Jungkook's head, dark fur the same color of his hair, Jungkook touching them nervously as he replies to comments. It's maybe a little bit the way Jungkook is dressed in an oversized shirt that hangs off one broad shoulder and leaves it bare, the sweet mumble of his voice, the pretty shape of his lips.

Okay, and a lot of it is Jungkook's enchantingly wide eyes.

Namjoon checks Jungkook's channel page and discovers that his account was created one month ago, and that this is only his third stream.

"Do I bottom or top? Ah, well, neither yet. I've never done anything sexual with someone else, so..." He trails off, his voice low and kind of soothing to listen to, but Namjoon's stomach twists at Jungkook's words, sudden heat and excitement. "It's why I'm doing the auction to sell my virginity on Thursday, you know."

Namjoon's lips part in shock. Selling his virginity?

He only feels a little guilty for double-checking the camboy's profile for his age. 1997. So he's 21, then, probably a student.

"You don't have to participate if you don't believe me," Jungkook says, answering a comment with a little furrow between his eyebrows. "But whoever wins will be able to tell. I can barely take my toys, 'm just too tight," Jungkook says, and Namjoon almost laughs. He can hear the change in Jungkook's voice, the feigned pouting. It's still hot, god, but at least Namjoon can recognize Jungkook putting on a bit of an act.

He watches Jungkook answer a few more questions, watches him slowly take his shirt off, touching his nipples as per the request of a viewer donation. Jungkook's eyes flutter shut at the first touch and he moans, hips rocking slightly as his fingers play with his cute brown nipples, as he seems to get lost in how good it feels. Namjoon finally gives in, sliding his hand into his boxers to grip his hard cock.

Jungkook still talks to the chat, touching himself over his underwear after receiving a donation for it.

Arousal is a good look on his sweetly handsome face, his moans surprisingly soft, almost shy. Maybe because he's new to this, or maybe just because it hasn't occurred to him to fake being louder.

Namjoon ends up being the one to donate for Jungkook to take his underwear off, his comment an embarrassingly impulsive, Can we see your tail, bun?

Jungkook looks at the camera, blush high in his cheeks, and says, "If that's what you want, RM."

It's Namjoon's first time ever interacting with a streamer on a cam site and he's ashamed of how pleased he is to hear Jungkook say his username, to know Jungkook is undressing now for him.

Jungkook gets on his hands and knees and turns, facing away but at an angle, so Namjoon can see his ass, muscled and perky, and the fluffy white tail that sits at the top of it.

Jungkook clenches up and his tail twitches. "Are you looking at my tail, RM-ssi?"

Namjoon's cock throbs in his hand. Jungkook's mumbled voice, the gorgeous, lean stretch of his back, the glimpse of his hole before he's turning over to sit at the edge of the bed again, cock straining with how hard he is.

Namjoon didn't think this, seeing Jungkook respond to him directly, in real time, would hit him so much harder than just watching regular porn. He was so very wrong.

It's adorable. Innocent-looking, just like you, Namjoon sends with another donation, only slightly regretting the words, but Jungkook grins at his message.

"Ah. Do you like that I'm innocent? I can be dirty for you too, 'm just so inexperienced..." Jungkook reaches for a toy, a slender dildo, and circles the tip around one of nipples, swollen and pebbled hard from him tugging on it earlier. He whines, but the noise sounds genuine — Jungkook probably just has very sensitive nipples. "Feels empty. Wish you were here to help."

You. He doesn't even specify hyung or daddy like some other camboys do, but maybe that's for the best. Namjoon doesn't know if he's ready to hear Jungkook's low voice earnestly moaning something like daddy.

More donations come in and Jungkook trails the dildo down his body, still a little awkward about which angles work best as he spreads his legs, using one hand to grip his cock and rubbing the tip of the toy down over his hole.

"It's." Jungkook pauses, swallowing, cheeks dark pink. "It's so wet." He eases the toy inside, face scrunching at the pressure, cock still swollen in his hand and wet at the tip. He goes slow, so torturously slow, fucking himself shallowly before he tries to slide the toy any deeper. "Feels good but oh, it's so big—"

Namjoon's self-control snaps.

He jerks himself off fast, tight, watching Jungkook squirm and work the toy inside himself, watching him turn over onto his hands and knees all clenched up around it so it doesn't slip out, and it's Jungkook's quiet moans, his twitching tail, that tips Namjoon over the edge.

His orgasm hits him with a messy rush of pleasure, stroking himself through it even as Jungkook works that small dildo in his hole, shoulders flexing, slick glistening between his cheeks.

Namjoon donates once more before he closes the tab, adding the message, Make yourself feel good, bun.

—

The auction comes sooner than Namjoon is prepared for.

Not in the sense of money. He can more than afford it, that was never an issue once he started entertaining the idea, but he's still not sure whether he can go through with this.

Donating money to watch a stranger take off their underwear is one thing. He can excuse that as a horny impulse. But buying a young man's virginity is another fucking thing entirely.

Namjoon has already decided it doesn't matter whether Jungkook is telling the truth about being untouched or not — they'll both have to exchange STD tests if Namjoon wins the auction and Jungkook's health is all that really matters to him.

But he doesn't think Jungkook is lying. Something about the scrunch of his face pressing the toy inside, the genuine blush when admitting how wet he was. The way he would forget to fake certain things, forget to play his reactions up.

It doesn't matter, but. If it is Jungkook's first time... god, Namjoon wants it to be good for him.

There's no reason for him to feel so strongly about this bunny hybrid he didn't know a week ago, to feel borderline possessive, stomach twisting unpleasantly when he thinks about anyone else having Jungkook instead. 

Maybe not just borderline possessive.

Namjoon sits on the couch with a glass of wine he's only sipped at yet (he wants to keep a clear head) and his laptop open on his lap, waiting. Thankfully the auction is at night, although Namjoon would've cleared his schedule at work if it hadn't been.

There's a voice in his head that still questions how he can do this, throw money around just to be some sweet college student's first, and then he sees the other bidders and that uneasiness claws inside him. It feels like protectiveness, although that word in this particular situation doesn't sit well in Namjoon's stomach.

Namjoon can feel how his jaw is clenched as he follows the auction, as Jungkook sits there in shorts and a t-shirt, mostly quiet, almost like he's nervous, his bunny ears alert. Namjoon thinks maybe Jungkook is supposed to be performing, showing off to encourage the viewers to bid higher, but instead he sits, a scrape on his knee and his throat bobbing every time he swallows.

The bids slow significantly around 2, 3 million won. Jungkook is worth far more, but maybe he hasn't had time to build the audience others have. Namjoon waits, and when it looks like 5 million is the final bid, Namjoon bids 10 million won.

The shock is evident on Jungkook's face. No one outbids Namjoon, and Jungkook is his.

Jungkook is his.

"Congratulations, RM-ssi," Jungkook says, eyes still so wide.

The excitement, the relief in the pit of Namjoon's belly outweighs the guilt. At least for now.

—

Jungkook gets in contact with Namjoon shortly after that. They exchange full names, their clear STD tests, and Namjoon almost laughs when a couple hours later, Jungkook is messaging him, Are you really CEO Kim Namjoon?

Yes, Namjoon replies.

holy shit.

Namjoon does laugh then. He doesn't bother to send Jungkook a photo, because his name is searchable. Jungkook has probably already looked.

They plan the date a couple weekends from now and talk more.

Jungkook gets more comfortable in his messages, less formal and more flirty, and Namjoon's guilt is almost overridden by his growing fondness.

Jungkook is so cute. He's funny, a little earnest when asking Namjoon about the places he's been, the celebrities he's met. Talking to him is just... nice. Maybe it's Jungkook's youth, his inexperience, but he doesn't have the same expectations of Namjoon that older adults have. Namjoon has had hook-ups that came off more like business deals than what he has with Jungkook, which could actually, technically be defined as a business deal.

Namjoon lets himself be bolder too, when he realizes how well Jungkook responds to him flirting back. He compliments the hybrid, tells Jungkook how good he wants to make him feel, the places he wants to kiss and touch. Heat surges in Namjoon's belly one night when Jungkook's responses come back slow, short, and with typos.

Namjoon

Are you touching yourself, bun?

Jungkook

sorry

Namjoon

No, I don't mind. Can you ask me when you want to come? Hyung will keep talking, but I want to know when my sweet bunny is close.

Jungkook

yess

please

And so Namjoon, hard in his slacks, tells Jungkook how he wants him in his lap, wants to lean forward and suck wetly at Jungkook's sensitive little nipples while he squirms and whimpers and his tail twitches each time he clenches up. Tells Jungkook to Just grind over hyung's lap, needy baby, use me to feel good, and Jungkook messages back a sudden string of begging, c lose closeplease close.

Namjoon gives him permission to come and sends more messages, praise and talk of holding him close, cleaning him up, tucking him into bed.

He's so far gone for this bunny. Namjoon realizes that, when Jungkook messages back, thank you. i think that was the hardest ive ever come, you make me feel so lucky.

The warmth that fills him is almost better than the release of an orgasm, having Jungkook's trust, even if the guilt is still there, a heavy reminder.

You deserve to feel good. Sleep well, and don't skip breakfast tomorrow, bun.

Namjoon sends Jungkook money to buy himself food — barely anything, compared to what he used to tip, but he doesn't want to give Jungkook the impression their impromptu sexting was a service he's now paying for — and when Jungkook jokingly refers to Namjoon as his sugar daddy, he doesn't protest.

The idea appeals to him instantly, almost intensely, how much he'd enjoy that. Spoiling Jungkook, and being the only one who gets to do so.

The guilt doesn't go away, that fear of his own possessiveness, but Namjoon gets better at ignoring it. He jokes about Jungkook being his sugar bunny, pretends it doesn't completely fucking undo him the first time Jungkook addresses him as daddy in a message.

Their date approaches and Namjoon's messages get more tender. Jungkook's messages start to sound more sincere.

Namjoon wonders which one of them is growing too attached, and thinks maybe it's both of them, now.

i'm really glad it's you, Jungkook tells Namjoon one night when Namjoon thought Jungkook was already asleep, having talked about how tired he was.

Namjoon waits, but Jungkook doesn't elaborate anything further. He smiles, hopes Jungkook really has fallen asleep, and sends back,

Between the two of us, I've always been the lucky one, Jungkook-ah.

—

Jungkook is nervous, he can't help it.

It's easy to be confident in his bedroom, computer chiming with donations as he works himself up to an orgasm, faceless admirers, the relief of seeing money in his bank account. The shock of seeing a lot more money in his bank account, after the auction.

But now that he's actually on his way to meet Namjoon, his stomach flutters with nerves, palms sweating.

It's going to be so obvious that he's really never done this before.

Taehyung has done it before — cam shows, but also selling his virginity to a man who turned out to be really nice and really hot, just a little awkward. Taehyung told Jungkook that the money could make his college life go so much smoother, "But only if it's not something you want to save for someone special, of course."

A few years ago, Jungkook thinks maybe he did want to save his first time for 'true love.' Now, he's content knowing the person he's going to spend it with is kind, handsome, and, inexplicably, makes Jungkook feel safe.

He's not that naïve. He knows, as a bunny hybrid, there are people who maybe desire him for the wrong reasons, who see him as something exotic and sexy. It's just a fact Jungkook has to live with, but...

Even ten years older than Jungkook, Kim Namjoon still seems to genuinely want Jungkook to enjoy himself, to have the kind of experience Jungkook wants.

If anything, the fact Jungkook is looking forward to this so much is what's making him nervous, his foot thumping. He's excited for it.

The driver escorts Jungkook up to Namjoon's apartment and then leaves him at the door with a polite nod of his head. Jungkook gives one of his bunny ears one last nervous tug and then rings the doorbell, knowing Namjoon is expecting him.

The door opens right away. Namjoon is tall, handsome, smiling with dimples.

Jungkook almost forgets to bow.

"H- Hello Namjoon-ssi—"

"Ah, you don't have to be so formal, come on in, Jungkook-ah."

Jungkook steps out of his shoes and into slippers waiting for him, eyes wide as he takes in the sleek living space, decorated with plants and artwork and bookshelves, the far wall mostly windows with an incredible view.

Jungkook has never been somewhere so fancy.

"Come sit," Namjoon says, walking over to the couch. "You look nervous."

Jungkook flushes. "A- Ah, sorry."

"No, no, you're fine. Nervous is normal, it's not bad."

Jungkook sits down next to Namjoon, taking in the CEO's white dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up his forearms, his expensive watch, his dark slacks, his neatly styled hair.

He's so hot.

"I know we already discussed most of this, but let me tell you what I want for tonight. That way we can talk more if you have any questions, if there's anything you're unsure about."

Namjoon's voice is so deep, silky, somehow more sensual than Jungkook ever could have imagined, and all Jungkook can do is nod. He's a little jumpy and shy by nature, but listening to Namjoon, breathing in the scent of his subtle cologne, Jungkook almost feels soothed. A warm feeling, the same one he had when talking to Namjoon in messages.

"I have a bath ready for you in my connecting bathroom along with some snacks, some water to drink, just for you to relax. Take however long you need, but once you're done, I want you to dry off and come join me on the bed. Okay?"

Jungkook's heart is thudding fast in his chest. "Okay."

Namjoon smiles.

The expression is sweet, the way Namjoon's eyes curve, his cheeks dimpling. Jungkook knows Namjoon is older, but like this, at least, he doesn't seem that much older. Jungkook hopes Namjoon will want to kiss him, too.

"If at any point you change your mind, that's okay. But if not, then I want to have sex with you, sweet bunny."

Jungkook's pulse picks up at the pet name, how different it sounds in Namjoon's deep voice. "You know, I wasn't lying, I've- I've really never—"

"You said you've never even kissed anyone before?" Namjoon asks slowly, and Jungkook nods. "Would you like to try now?"

"Oh." Jungkook blinks, reaching up instinctively to touch his ear. "If you want."

"Mm, I really do." Namjoon shifts closer, gently tipping Jungkook's face up with a finger under his chin.

Jungkook swallows, wondering if Namjoon knows how sensitive the underside of Jungkook's chin is, the scent gland he has there. That Namjoon's finger will now carry Jungkook's scent like a tentative claim.

"I don't know what I'm doing," Jungkook blurts out. A too-late warning. If anything, it just seems to make Namjoon's gaze hotter, more intense.

"Don't worry. Hyung will teach you."

Namjoon tilts his head and leans in slowly, hand sliding from Jungkook's chin to cup the side of his neck instead, palm wide and warm.

Jungkook's breath catches, and then Namjoon's lips touch his.

It's slow, soft. Barely a touch. Namjoon is being gentle for Jungkook's sake, but Jungkook is eager for it now. He wants to be good, wants to learn how to make Namjoon feel good too.

"Please," Jungkook whispers, and it's enough. Namjoon uses both hands to cup Jungkook's face, kissing him deeply, pushing forward just to have Jungkook's stomach swooping hotly at the harder pressure.

Namjoon kisses so well. He tastes good, smells good, his touch lights up a heat inside Jungkook that feels like impatience, these warm flutters. The bunny moans weakly, lips parting for Namjoon's kisses, for the wet touch of his tongue.

It's an involuntary sound, Jungkook too wrapped up in pleasure to hold back, but when Namjoon deepens the kiss and Jungkook moans louder, he can feel how Namjoon's lips stretch with a smile against his.

"Baby," Namjoon breathes out, laughter in his voice. Jungkook is panting when Namjoon pulls back. "Such pretty lips to kiss. You really like that, hm?"

Jungkook isn't used to being talked to like this, coddled, but he doesn't mind it. Namjoon isn't mocking him — his words are warm, full of affection like he can't help himself.

"Yes," Jungkook answers, tilting his chin up, hoping Namjoon will kiss him again. "H- Hyung, please—"

"I don't want to get you too worked up," Namjoon tells Jungkook with a laugh, a kiss to the tip of his round nose. "Fuck. You're so sweet, but what if you end up jerking off alone in the bath?"

"I won't!"

"Mm, I don't know, the bath jets feel pretty good. I've heard bunnies are more sensitive in some places..." Namjoon trails off, his eyebrow raised almost like he's daring Jungkook to deny it, and Jungkook shivers.

He is sensitive, and he can't imagine how much more intense it'll be when it's Namjoon's touches.

"I really won't touch myself. I haven't since Wednesday, like- like you asked." It hasn't been easy — his sex drive is higher than normal as a hybrid, so ignoring his arousal even for three days has been a test of his self-control — but it was one of the only requests Namjoon made. And one Jungkook had agreed to too readily.

"Fuck," Namjoon swears again, pressing a kiss to Jungkook's forehead. "You're just my good boy, aren't you? I really..." Namjoon cuts off, swallowing. Jungkook wonders what he was going to say, when Namjoon doesn't finish that train of thought. "Down the hall, the last door on the right. That's my bedroom, and the bathroom door is open for you. Go ahead, bun, and I'll be waiting for you when you're done."

Jungkook nods, eyes fluttering shut when Namjoon steals one more hard kiss before helping Jungkook up from the couch, giving his butt a firm pat. He spanks just a little too low to catch Jungkook's tail where it's tucked away in his pants, but Jungkook still gasps, arousal jolting.

He's so sensitive. He really will have to stay away from the bath jets.

Namjoon's bathroom is just as luxurious as the rest of his home, marble and dimmed lights and a wide tub, a long mirror. Jungkook enjoys feeling spoiled as he soaks in the sweet-smelling water, waiting for his nerves to settle.

And they do settle, when Jungkook closes his eyes and tips his head back onto the headrest, at least for a few moments. Jungkook is just too excited, thighs squeezing together as he remembers Namjoon's lips on his, as he thinks about being spread out on Namjoon's bed, touched so intimately by another person for the first time.

He really didn't think Namjoon would be so hot in person. He's happy he was wrong, though.

Jungkook ignores his hardening cock as he gets out of the bath and dries off, blow-drying his hair, his twitching tail. He tries to ignore the blush in his face too when he stares in the mirror, tries to ignore the slippery feeling between his cheeks that means he's already leaking slick, but his arousal feels different this time, bigger, more urgent. He eventually makes himself leave the bathroom in the robe Namjoon left for him.

For some reason, Jungkook expected to step back out into the room and find Namjoon fully dressed, maybe reading on the bed. (Namjoon just seems like that type.)

Instead, Namjoon is completely naked, slowly tugging at his thick cock, his eyes widening when he catches sight of Jungkook.

"Baby," Namjoon grits out, letting go of himself. "Come here."

Jungkook almost stumbles in his haste to get onto the bed, letting Namjoon pet over his sides through the soft material of the robe, staring. Admiring.

Namjoon like this is... even more than he was while dressed. Broader, more muscular, his scent rich to Jungkook's sensitive nose in a way that's more than just the cologne. Jungkook straddles Namjoon's thighs with warm hands guiding him, goosebumps raised on his skin when Namjoon licks his lips, hands squeezing at Jungkook's hips.

It's so hard to not just stare down at Namjoon's cock, flushed dark and long, so big. Jungkook's belly heats thinking about what it must feel like, taking something so big. It doesn't even seem possible.

"You're staring, bunny," Namjoon whispers, and Jungkook ducks his head shyly.

"Sorry—"

"Mm, no, I like it. Stare all you want."

"Hyung..." Jungkook says slowly. "You're, ah. You're bigger than any of my toys."

"I know."

Heat flashes down Jungkook's spine at the way Namjoon says it, an almost-smirk on his lips. He knows Namjoon was watching that stream, RM, maybe touching himself while Jungkook whimpered and worked the thin toy into his hole. If Jungkook had known then that this was RM, god...

Jungkook swallows, then blurts out, "Will it hurt?"

Namjoon blinks. "Will what hurt?"

"When you... you know. When you fuck me. You're s- so big, I—"

"Oh," Namjoon says, and then he laughs, leans forward to hide a dimpled smile against Jungkook's chest. "Well, hm, this is a little awkward. Jungkook-ah, sweetheart. The plan was for you to be fucking me."

Jungkook's jaw drops. Namjoon laughs again.

"But I'm—"

"A bunny hybrid," Namjoon finishes. "You have the advantage over me with your stamina, with how hard and deep you can fuck when you give into your instincts. Inexperienced, eager, strong. Is that not something you want?"

Jungkook almost feels dizzy suddenly from the rush of it, the heat of the idea. "Oh."

Namjoon's fingers brush under Jungkook's chin, gaze amused but also piercing, dark. Jungkook can't look away, can't stop thinking about his scent on Namjoon's hand, his claim. "Yes or no, baby."

"Yes," Jungkook says, breathless. "But I- I won't last long."

"Can you go again? What if I eat you out first, make you come for me like that, will you last a little longer when you fuck me?"

Truthfully, Jungkook has no idea. But he nods anyway.

"Okay. Come kiss me first, Jungkook-ah, you're shaking," Namjoon tells him, and Jungkook lets himself be pulled close into Namjoon's body, lips moving together slowly, hotly. Jungkook feels a little more confident as they kiss this time, pressing into the kisses and hearing Namjoon's sharp inhale, his surprise before he's kissing back just as hard.

"You really thought I was going to stuff you full of my big cock, huh?" Namjoon asks with a rough laugh after he pulls back, and Jungkook whines.

"'Course I did..."

"I will if you want that too. But I wanted to be your first time fucking into something, wanted you to fill me with your cum." When Namjoon kisses him it's open, his teeth catching, and Jungkook moans weakly at the sting. "Baby. Can I take this robe off?"

"Yes." Jungkook pulls back, letting Namjoon undress him.

Namjoon's gaze is so hot it feels like a physical touch. Jungkook fights the urge to cover himself despite knowing Namjoon has already seen. He stays still and lets Namjoon stare once the robe falls to the bed, once Jungkook is bare.

"Gorgeous," Namjoon murmurs, gaze dragging. "You drive me wild, bun. Already hard for me?" He circles his fingers loosely around Jungkook's cock, grinning when Jungkook bucks into the touch.

"I'm also, ah—"

"Also what?"

"Wet," Jungkook says, face hot. "I'm wet too."

Namjoon's jaw tenses. "Fuck. For me, baby?"

Jungkook nods. There's no point pretending otherwise.

"Good bunny." There's a roughness to Namjoon's voice that makes Jungkook shiver with pleasure, knowing he's the cause of it. "How do you want hyung to eat you out? Want to lie down first, on your tummy?"

"Please." Jungkook's cock gives a twitch when he clenches up, already worked up from the thought of Namjoon's mouth on him. How could he not be?

Namjoon gets him spread out on the expensive sheets, Jungkook settling onto the mattress just for Namjoon to kneel behind him and grab at Jungkook's thighs, raising his ass high in the air, spreading him open.

Jungkook gasps out, heat twisting in his belly, embarrassed and needy.

"Your tail," Namjoon groans.

"Ah—"

"Shit, look how cute it is." Namjoon's laugh is almost one of disbelief. "Is it sensitive, hmm? Like your ears?"

Jungkook mentioned his sensitive ears in a message, when Namjoon talked about wanting to kiss them, to tug on them. Jungkook had shuddered, alone in his room, just at the thought of it.

"Yes," Jungkook gasps, back arching when Namjoon cups his soft tail, when he strokes over the fur. "Puh- please, hyung, too much."

Namjoon lets go of Jungkook's tail. "Okay, I won't tease. I said I want you to come on my tongue, yeah? Go ahead and be noisy for me, bun," Namjoon says, lowering his mouth to Jungkook's hole, hands keeping him spread.

Jungkook's fingers grab helplessly at the sheets at the first warm touch of Namjoon's tongue, the gliding wet pressure of his licks where Jungkook is so sensitive, messy with his own slick.

"Fuck," Namjoon says, breath warm over Jungkook's skin. "Taste so good, so sweet."

Jungkook's neck heats with his blush, tail twitching. Hearing that in Namjoon's deep voice... "Feels— ah!"

Jungkook is just starting to push back with the licks when Namjoon works a finger inside, rubbing firm inside Jungkook's clenching walls, giving him something to squeeze around after feeling empty for so long. The pressure inside and the wet heat of Namjoon's tongue get him worked up too fast, the pleasure tight, his hole aching in a new way. Jungkook is already close, cock bobbing underneath him. "Please, please."

"What is it? Go on, ask, is my baby close?"

"Please, daddy, need to come," Jungkook gasps out.

"Oh." Namjoon freezes and Jungkook whines, tries to push back and fuck himself on that one finger. "Is that it? You want to come for daddy, sweetheart?"

Jungkook nods, dazed, too turned on to be ashamed of what he's said. "Please. C- Can you touch, daddy, 's so much, a- ah."

"Yeah, of course, you asked so nicely," Namjoon murmurs. He reaches underneath Jungkook's belly to circle fingers around his aching cock, stroking tightly, and the heat builds, coiling tight.

Jungkook's whole body tenses, bracing himself as that feeling grows, spreading hot through his groin, as Namjoon's tongue still teases his hole. And then he starts to come.

It rushes through Jungkook, his hips rocking, cock pulsing in Namjoon's grip with each messy spurt beneath him.

"That's it," Namjoon tells him, stroking Jungkook until he's shivering with oversensitivity, hips bucking into and away from Namjoon's touch, a whimper falling from his lips. It's intense, the orgasm after days of not touching himself, days of ignoring his arousal. "Oh, honey. You came so much."

Jungkook trembles slightly with the aftershocks, slumping down onto the bed, eyes teary. "H- Hyung, ah."

"Mm, no, that's not what you called me. Say it again, bunny, what you said before."

Jungkook almost giggles, when Namjoon's fingers skim up his sides, unintentionally ticklish, before grabbing him, helping lift Jungkook up to his knees. "Isn't it too..."

"Jungkook-ah," Namjoon croons. "I know you liked it, if you were thinking it."

Namjoon moves up the bed and it's a warm kind of relief when Jungkook sees his face again, the patient smile Namjoon has there.

That same mouth was just on Jungkook's asshole. God.

"Are you going to keep playing shy, or do you want to fuck me now?"

Jungkook stares up at Namjoon, pulse still thudding fast under his skin. "P- Please, daddy."

"There you go."

Jungkook sighs as Namjoon leans back against the headboard and reaches for Jungkook's arms, pulling his body close so they can kiss again.

Namjoon still tastes like slick and Jungkook moans at the sweetness of it, the idea of tasting himself on Namjoon's tongue. "Ah—"

"Fuck, I'm. I'm trying to take it slow but you're irresistible, Jungkook-ah," Namjoon murmurs.

"Slow?"

"It's your first time."

"I don't—" need slow, is what Jungkook almost says. Instead he meets Namjoon's heavy gaze, tries to keep his eyes open even when Namjoon starts petting over his soft bunny ears, rubbing at the base of them. "Whatever you want, that's what I want. I'm yours."

Something flashes behind Namjoon's eyes, and then he's pulling Jungkook into a hard kiss.

"Bunny," Namjoon says between kisses, "I already stretched myself for you, so just use a little lube and push inside, okay?"

Jungkook nods. He trusts Namjoon, who has experience that Jungkook doesn't, even if he's a little worried. Namjoon's cock is bigger, but Jungkook still isn't small.

"Do you want, ah—"

Jungkook slides a hand down Namjoon's stomach — solid and broad and muscular, Jungkook really has no clue how he got so lucky — and meets Namjoon's eyes again when he loosely grips Namjoon's cock, feeling the hot weight of it as he gives an experimental stroke.

"Distracted?" Namjoon asks with a huff of a laugh.

"Can- Can I fuck you like this, daddy?" Jungkook asks softly, and Namjoon's jaw tenses again in that way Jungkook is coming to associate with sexy danger before Namjoon nods.

"Yeah. Want to look at me for your first time, baby?"

Jungkook whines a little in embarrassment because he does. He wants to see Namjoon's face, his cock, wants to be able to kiss him even when he's inside.

"Hey, mm, it's okay." Namjoon passes Jungkook the lube, spreading his legs as Jungkook slicks up his own cock. A shudder runs through Jungkook because he's still sensitive after his orgasm, even if he's fully hard again. "I want to look at you too. Want to see your face when you sink inside someone for the first time."

Jungkook ducks his head, huffing out a laugh. "Please, 'm already worked up..."

"Sorry." Namjoon is smirking, though, and doesn't sound sorry at all. "Whenever you're ready, just line up and push."

"You'll tell me if it hurts?" Jungkook asks, biting at his lip.

"Of course. But it won't hurt, I want it, go on."

Jungkook's fingers shake as his cockhead skims between Namjoon's spread cheeks, catching at his rim before Jungkook starts to press in, glancing up at Namjoon's face briefly just to receive a nod before he keeps pushing. Is this even the right angle? Will he fit? Namjoon feels so tight, can Jungkook even—

Jungkook gasps, suddenly, when the muscle finally gives and he starts to sink inside.

Namjoon is still, so still, breathing slowly, and Jungkook babbles out, "Daddy, are you sure—"

"God, yeah. Fuck me, baby."

So Jungkook does. He pushes into the clenching heat, slick and soft, squeezing, so different from anything Jungkook's felt before.

"Tight," Jungkook gasps, overwhelmed, because it is. He's met with Namjoon's low laughter.

"Does daddy feel good, bun?"

"Yes, fuck." The thrusting comes easily to Jungkook because, well— he can't stop. It's instinct, wild and sure, and Jungkook follows it blindly. His hips buck and Namjoon's encouragement comes out as breathy praise, "That's it" and "Good boy, just like that," as if Jungkook is doing more than just slamming forward, chasing heat.

"Bunny," Namjoon groans, head dropping back.

Jungkook is burning up with how good it feels, the searing pleasure of fucking into Namjoon like this, the way Namjoon stretches for him and then squeezes all around him, milking Jungkook's cock. Like he's only just big enough to let Jungkook in, like Jungkook is making room for his cock inside Namjoon with his eager thrusts.

"It doesn't hurt?" Jungkook asks, words choked out.

"No, god, feels good. The way you fill me up, just—" Namjoon cuts off, reaching down to stroke his cock, and Jungkook's eyes widen at the pre-cum wet at the tip, the way Namjoon smears it down his length. Oh. Jungkook glows with a giddy little pride at the evidence that he's making Namjoon feel good, even as his mouth waters, wanting Namjoon's cock heavy on his tongue too.

"Keep going. Take what you want, go on."

Jungkook leans closer over Namjoon's body, meets his dark eyes and then admits shakily, "I won't last long, 'm sorry, f- feels too good."

Namjoon's smile is strained, because of how Jungkook's hips still squirm forward, but it's genuine. "That's okay. Keep going until it's too much, baby, give daddy your cum."

Namjoon keeps a hand between them to tug at his cock and Jungkook lets go like Namjoon asks, lets his hips fuck forward to bury himself in that heat as fast and deep as he can, snapping thrusts as Jungkook pants, as the pleasure builds.

"Daddy," Jungkook sobs out, arousal pulled taut, cock throbbing. "Hnn, please."

"There you go," Namjoon says with a breathless laugh, arms wrapping around Jungkook's shoulders. He smells good, feels good, and Jungkook is overwhelmed by it all. "That's it, bunny, fill daddy up."

Jungkook fucks hard, deep and frantic, and finally drops his head forward with a sob when he comes, the pleasure rushing hot through him, even more intense than coming on Namjoon's tongue.

He spills inside and keeps going.

"Baby," Namjoon groans. It's just loud enough for Jungkook to hear over his own heavy panting, over the roar of his pulse in his ears, the wet slap of his hips against Namjoon's. Even wetter, now.

Namjoon trails a hand down Jungkook's back, squeezing at his tail, and Jungkook sinks his teeth into Namjoon's shoulder in response. "Bunny."

"Ah, ah."

"Did you come?" Namjoon asks.

"Yeah." Jungkook's hips don't stop, the pleasure sharp and bright but Jungkook chases it anyway, moaning at the wetness of his own cum inside Namjoon.

"And you- you're still going—"

"Feels good," Jungkook whimpers, hips jerking when Namjoon squeezes his tail again. It makes him clench up, makes his toes curl. "'m a good bun."

"Jungkook-ah, baby, listen to me. Is it too much? Do you need to stop?"

"No, nonono, want to breed daddy so full—"

"Fuck, okay," Namjoon laughs. He holds Jungkook close until Jungkook's weight is pinning Namjoon to the bed, until Jungkook is grunting as he uses Namjoon's tight hole at such a rapid pace. "Good boy."

The praise washes through Jungkook. His cock is so sensitive now, overwhelmed little uh, unh 's leaving his throat as he fucks Namjoon deep, the pleasure so intense that Jungkook isn't sure if he's close or not.

"Fuck, so good at this," Namjoon rasps, petting over a bunny ear, sending another shudder down Jungkook's spine. "I knew you'd be a natural."

"Don't want to stop, I just—" Jungkook cuts off with a louder moan, long and broken. He's sweating, aching, belly tight. "I want to make you come."

Namjoon pulls Jungkook into a kiss and it's messy, open-mouthed, Jungkook sobbing a little into it in a way that has Namjoon smiling against his lips.

"Baby. Can you, ah, keep fucking me hard?"

Jungkook is already nodding, his hips kicking, swollen cock dragging inside Namjoon's hole. "I will."

"Good. Fuck, you- you're really going to make daddy come, bun." Namjoon's head drops back with a rough laugh and Jungkook fucks him like that with all his strength, watching Namjoon's face scrunch in pleasure, his cock bobbing between their stomachs.

It doesn't take Namjoon long. Maybe it's the angle now, or maybe Jungkook has just been fucking him for that long. Jungkook keeps up his pace and feels the tightness of Namjoon clenching up around him, staring between them to watch Namjoon's cum spill up his chest.

"Daddy, a- ah," Jungkook gasps. He buries himself deep and comes a second time, hips stuttering as his cock pulses inside Namjoon, as Namjoon's hole flutters and milks him through it.

"Fuck, fuck, there you go," Namjoon says, voice so deep.

All Jungkook can do is whine. He doesn't realize he's crying until Namjoon pulls him close, choking out a laugh when Jungkook's hips buck instinctively.

"Oh, bunny. It's okay. You made daddy feel so good, did you feel good too? Fucking me full of your cum? Tell me," Namjoon adds when Jungkook's only response is to sniffle and nod.

"Felt so good, never thought... I never thought it'd be that tight, or hot inside. It really didn't hurt?" Jungkook asks in a small voice.

Namjoon raises an eyebrow. He looks so smug like this, expression a little slack and sated with pleasure, and Jungkook really needs to pull out before he wants to go again. "Why, does my little bunny like the idea of being rough with me? Wrecking daddy's hole?"

Jungkook can feel his face heat with a blush. "N- No."

"That's not very convincing."

"Daddy," Jungkook whines, nuzzling his nose against Namjoon's neck, breathing in his scent, now tinged with sweat and musk, more like himself. He smells so good that Jungkook can't resist giving a little lick.

"Mm. We should clean up."

Jungkook doesn't protest, even when his half-hard cock slips from Namjoon's hole, when the mess of his cum starts to spill out. Namjoon leaves and comes back with a wet washcloth for both of them, but when he starts to spread Jungkook's legs, Jungkook snaps them shut again.

Namjoon blinks. "Bunny?"

"I, uh." Jungkook licks his lips, nervous.

"What is it? Hey, you can tell me anything."

Jungkook's belly twists hotly. "I don't want you to clean up my slick yet. I- I want you to fuck me," he blurts out, "I want to feel hyung's big cock inside too."

Namjoon's eyes widen. He sits back and Jungkook resists the urge to reach out for him. "Jungkook-ah. Are you sure?"

"Yeah, yes, please," Jungkook begs. His cock is already stiffening up again just from the thought of it, from the dark look Namjoon gives him.

He knows Namjoon wants it too. Namjoon's gaze drops to Jungkook's closed legs, his big hands spreading them again, but this time slower. The feeling of being exposed to Namjoon burns Jungkook up inside so deliciously, so much more real than when he's playing with himself for the camera.

"It'll be a lot for your first time," Namjoon murmurs.

"I know," Jungkook says. "But I want it. I- I'm wet for you, daddy," he adds in a shy mumble, and then finds himself flat on the bed, Namjoon on top of him, fingers teasing the outside of one of Jungkook's bunny ears. Jungkook shivers, sensitive.

"Wet just for me?" Namjoon asks, hand trailing slowly down Jungkook's chest, his stomach.

Jungkook feels pinned in place, trapped, heart beating fast but it's all excitement. He gulps when Namjoon's hand reaches down between his legs, when there are fingers tracing Jungkook's rim, slippery from the slick he's leaked. "Uh huh."

"Such a tight little bunny," Namjoon whispers, mouthing at Jungkook's ear, easing two fingers inside to start. Jungkook clenches up, gasping at the slow-filling pressure, the way he stretches.

"Yours," Jungkook says, squirming when Namjoon's fingers sink in deep and drag out again. Jungkook can feel how his own slick gushes and wants to hide his face. "Your bunny, p- please, need it."

"Fuck," Namjoon swears. "This wet, maybe you'll take my cock no problem, hm?"

Jungkook just hums back in response, almost delirious with how badly he wants it. He whines pathetically when Namjoon slides his fingers out and Namjoon shushes him, grabbing Jungkook's thigh and smearing slick on his skin when he does.

"Want you in my lap now, okay? Wanna kiss my sweet bunny while you squirm and get me all wet, until I'm hard enough to fuck you."

"Oh." Jungkook scrambles to straddle Namjoon once he's lying down, his hips bucking a little at the way Namjoon's cock feels underneath him, nudging between Jungkook's cheeks. He ducks his head when his lips part with a moan and Namjoon laughs, dragging Jungkook down into a kiss with a hand firm at the back of his neck.

Jungkook liked the rush of fucking Namjoon, wildly taking his pleasure, making Namjoon feel good too, but this — Namjoon holding him in place, kissing him deeply, letting Jungkook squirm over his hardening cock — has new heat coiling in Jungkook's belly.

He never thought he'd be so shameless and needy during sex. He never thought he'd like it so much.

"Are these good whimpers?" Namjoon asks him between kisses, and Jungkook can feel his ears flop when he nods.

"Sorry, it's just— I want it. Really want it, wah- want to be so full of you—"

"Shh, bun, calm down, you're shaking," Namjoon tells him, stroking a hand down Jungkook's back, wide and soothing. Jungkook melts under the touch, especially when Namjoon touches the back of his neck again, something about his hand there tugging so hotly in Jungkook's belly.

"Are you hard yet?" Jungkook asks with a whine, breath hitching. Is he being too obvious, too eager? Probably. Namjoon huffs out a laugh, nipping Jungkook's bottom lip.

"Mm, sorry we can't all be horny bunnies, sweetheart. But this is helping. Can you pretend to ride my cock, Jungkook-ah? Slide up and down for daddy?"

"Oh." Jungkook flushes, nods. "Y- Yeah, want that."

It's filthy, how wet Jungkook is now. He braces his hands on the mattress and starts to rock back and forth, letting Namjoon's cock drag between his cheeks when he does, so hot and huge.

"Just like that," Namjoon breathes out. "My good bunny."

Jungkook is sensitive all over, worked up and ready. He thinks he could even come like this, pretending to ride Namjoon's cock, grinding and moaning weakly when he imagines it inside, how it'll stretch his hole, how wet he'll get for it. Already, the slick sounds as he moves have Jungkook's tummy twisting with embarrassed, overwhelmed heat.

It just turns him on more, the embarrassment, the noisiness of how desperate Jungkook is for it.

"Fuck, baby, so good at riding cock."

"Is it— Are you—" Jungkook tries to choke out, and Namjoon grabs for his hips, stilling Jungkook's desperate shoves. Jungkook wants to be held even tighter. He wants bruises in the shape of Namjoon's fingers.

"Yeah," Namjoon says. His voice is rough, so pleasantly deep. "I'm ready now. How do you want it, sweetheart?"

"Whatever daddy wants," Jungkook answers, and he means it.

Namjoon's jaw clenches. "Ah, dangerous bunny. Will you get on your hands and knees for me? So I can see your cute little tail, hm?"

Jungkook shudders, that wild heat flashing through him at the look in Namjoon's eyes. He feels like prey again, when Namjoon stares at him so hungrily. "Y- Yes."

"Then go ahead, baby. Present yourself for me."

Jungkook climbs off Namjoon and settles on the bed, swallowing a whine when Namjoon moves behind him and pulls Jungkook's legs wider, leaving him exposed, dripping slick.

"So wet," Namjoon says, thumb pressing down over Jungkook's hole. He tightens up under the pressure, face and neck heating when more slick gushes out. "Ready?"

"Ah, please!"

Jungkook can't help the neediness in his voice, how he trembles with excitement, wanting it so badly.

He doesn't care if it hurts. He wants to be stuffed.

"Shh, relax for me." There's a wider pressure over Jungkook's hole and he gasps, head ducking down. "That's it, let daddy in."

Something about Namjoon calling himself that... Jungkook goes a little pliant, clutching the sheets as Namjoon starts to push, slowly working his cock inside Jungkook. "A- Ah, ah."

It's a lot, bigger than anything Jungkook has tried on his own, but his body still aches for it. He tries to relax, to push out as Namjoon slides in, soaking up the praise Namjoon gives him.

"There you go, that's my good bun," Namjoon tells him. "Fuck, can't believe how tight you are. Is it too much?"

"No," Jungkook gasps, shaking, hair falling over his eyes before they flutter closed from the intensity of the stretch. "Please, unh."

"Tell daddy if it's too much, I won't be mad," Namjoon whispers, and then he's pushing again, even more of his cock, filling and filling.

Jungkook moans brokenly. He feels like he's being split open, stretched to his limits until Namjoon is leaning over his body, kissing the back of Jungkook's shoulder, saying, "I've got you, there you go. So fucking tight, my sweet virgin bunny."

Jungkook moans again, softer. It's so much, but he wants Namjoon to move, too. He wants to get fucked, wants to submit and let Namjoon take care of him, make him feel better than Jungkook can do to himself.

He wants to be good, to be used.

"Daddy," Jungkook mumbles, falling down to his elbows, gasping when Namjoon starts to draw out slightly. "Fuck me, please."

"I will. I— can't really help it, shit, Jungkook-ah."

Hearing the roughness in Namjoon's voice has Jungkook's cock jerking where it's straining beneath him, has him squeezing around Namjoon enough to earn a groan, grip tightening on Jungkook's hips. "Please, please."

"Listen to you," Namjoon groans. "Ah, don't be too greedy, bunny. I can see how this cute tail twitches when you tighten up around me."

"Sorry," Jungkook gasps out. How can he not be greedy, not squeeze around Namjoon's cock just to feel how full he is? "Need it, please."

When Namjoon starts to thrust, to really fuck into him, the pleasure is the most intense thing Jungkook has ever felt.

It still aches, being stretched so wide on Namjoon's cock, but the drag lights up a searing heat inside him. Jungkook's eyes squeeze shut, mouth dropping open as he gasps, as he lets Namjoon fuck him into the bed.

"Bunny," Namjoon growls, hips slamming forward now, filling Jungkook again and again. It's so different from fucking someone — just having to take what he's given, and knowing he's already dribbling pre-cum on the bed at the pleasure of it. "Fuck, you take it so well for your first time."

Jungkook moans, drooling over his arm. He doesn't care, let him be messy, let him look like he's being fucked stupid—

"Tell me, Jungkook-ah. Tell daddy how it feels."

It takes Jungkook a few seconds to find his words, his brain fuzzy with the pleasure. "It's so- so much, so full. Big," Jungkook chokes out, voice cutting off when Namjoon grinds deep, when Jungkook can feel the overwhelming pressure in his tummy, the heaviness of it. "Daddy's so big."

"Fuck."

Jungkook grabs at the sheets again when Namjoon thrusts faster, his ears flattening and cock throbbing, untouched. He's going to come. Something about the angle, the way Namjoon's lower belly brushes Jungkook's sensitive tail, he's really going to come—

"A- Ah!" Jungkook cries out, so close, the need to come somehow even louder in his ears than Namjoon's wet thrusts. "Ah, ah, p- please—"

Namjoon's hand reaches underneath Jungkook, fingers circling his leaking cock, and the heat that's been drawing up tighter and tighter in Jungkook's belly finally snaps.

Jungkook comes with a sob, convulsing, desperately clenching around Namjoon's cock as Namjoon fucks him through it.

"Baby," Namjoon gasps out, awed. "Oh, bunny. There you go."

Tears spill hot down Jungkook's cheeks, sweat and slick dripping down his thighs. It's so intense, coming while stuffed full of a cock, muscles squeezing but Jungkook still feels stretched so open.

He cries, helpless little whimpers as Namjoon strokes Jungkook's pulsing cock, and then Namjoon's hips still, his weight warm over Jungkook's back when Namjoon hunches forward and spills inside.

Namjoon's groan makes Jungkook shudder, has a few more weak dribbles of cum pulsing from the head of his oversensitive cock.

"Daddy," Jungkook slurs, whole body throbbing with the aftershocks of his orgasm. Namjoon responds by covering him in kisses, his shoulder and neck and ears, nuzzling Jungkook's sweaty skin.

"It's been a while since I've come that fast," Namjoon laughs roughly.

Jungkook hums. His hole is already sore but a greedy part of him doesn't want Namjoon to pull out either. Wants to stay full, wants Namjoon's cum inside him.

"Fuck. Jungkook-ah, baby, thank you. Thank you for trusting me with your first time here, too," Namjoon reaches down between them, fingers slipping where Jungkook is still stretched around Namjoon's cock, where it disappears inside him, "and letting me have that. Are you okay?"

"You're big."

Namjoon barks out a laugh. "That's not an answer."

"I- I'm okay, feels good, being so full. Felt good getting fucked. Ah, daddy, do you have to pull out?"

Namjoon nuzzles the back of Jungkook's ears. "I'm sorry, bun, but I need to. I'll take care of you after, okay?"

Jungkook sighs. "Yeah, mmkay."

Jungkook doesn't like the uncomfortable drag, the emptiness after Namjoon pulls out, but Namjoon does take care of him, cleaning him up when Jungkook feels too sleepy to stand.

It seems like a lot of mess. Jungkook buries an embarrassed whine in his arms when Namjoon cleans all the slick from Jungkook's balls, from the back of his thighs.

Namjoon must be a little tired too. He spends a lot of time nuzzling Jungkook, which Jungkook can't help but find cute. Namjoon isn't even a hybrid, but it's nice, the physical affection.

"Wish I spent more time playing with your tail," Namjoon whispers, low voice in his ear sending a shiver down Jungkook's spine.

"It's, ah. 's sensitive," Jungkook mumbles.

"Exactly."

Jungkook's face scrunches. "Maybe next time? If you still want..." Jungkook trails off and Namjoon turns his face with a careful touch to Jungkook's chin, kissing him.

It's a slow kiss, gentle, and Jungkook finds his body relaxing into it instead of the giddy heat of their earlier kisses.

Namjoon kisses so well. Jungkook thinks about how glad he is Namjoon took his kissing virginity as well, and then starts to smile, sleepy and pleased.

"I do still want," Namjoon finally whispers, kissing the tip of Jungkook's nose. "I was serious about making you my sugar baby."

"You said sugar bunny."

"Ah, well, that was a bad joke. I was nervous to meet you," Namjoon confesses, and Jungkook's belly swoops. Nervous? To meet him?

"Hyung..."

"Do you want that?" Namjoon asks. There's something in his voice, is it excitement? Eagerness? It makes Jungkook feel more alert than he did a few minutes ago, drifting off to Namjoon's nuzzles. "Do you want to do more, but just with me, sweetheart?"

"Of course," Jungkook breathes out. "Maybe not- not every day, my hole is sore now—"

Namjoon makes this noise, halfway between a laugh and a growl. It sends a shiver down Jungkook's spine.

"No, it doesn't have to be every day. I promise I'll be more careful with your little hole in the future, okay?"

Jungkook nods. "Okay. And I'll- I'll be nice to yours too."

Namjoon does laugh then, loud and gasping, falling back on the bed. "Jungkook-ah."

"What? I will!"

"C'mere," is all Namjoon says, smiling so handsomely, dimpled, as he pulls Jungkook close to his chest. "Let's nap, then I'll run us a new bath. Buy you dinner." Namjoon lowers his voice to a whisper. "Feed it to you by hand."

Jungkook hides his face against Namjoon's chest. "Ah, hyung."

"Ah ah, baby." Jungkook feels fingers gently grip his chin — Jungkook's scent gland is going to be overproducing at this point, maybe he should explain that to Namjoon before they do more — and tilting his face until he can meet Namjoon's warm gaze. "Let hyung spoil you. My sweet sugar bunny, that's all I want."

"Okay," Jungkook says, stomach fluttering even as his eyes grow heavy, sleepy. "Okay, daddy."

—

Namjoon feels like he's floating, a little, with the pleasure that spoiling Jungkook brings him.

And it is pleasure — seeing Jungkook happy, shy at first and then eager when he starts talking about something that excites him, or when Namjoon presses a kiss to his mouth and Jungkook kisses back harder, hungry.

Namjoon likes seeing Jungkook eat well, likes seeing him wear clothes bought with Namjoon's money. Jungkook still shies away from doing anything too extravagant — the money is for school, first and foremost — but it pleases Namjoon to see Jungkook in an expensive hoodie or pair of shoes he really wanted, to see his face light up when Namjoon buys him seafood, even though Namjoon doesn't care for seafood.

(Jungkook finds out Namjoon doesn't like it, and sneaks away to brush his teeth before settling in Namjoon's lap for kisses.)

Namjoon is so unbearably fond of him.

Their sugar baby arrangement is a little informal in the sense he never asked Jungkook to sign anything, but they spoke in length about what they want. Namjoon wants to give Jungkook a certain amount of money every month, on top of paying for meals when they eat together, or paying for purchases when they're out shopping together.

In exchange, Jungkook goes on dates with Namjoon, planned around his school schedule and Namjoon's work schedule. A (flexible) minimum of three dates a week, although more often than not, Jungkook ends up spending the entire weekend at Namjoon's apartment.

"But I want to go on dates with you," Jungkook says, blinking.

"I know," Namjoon laughs gently. "That's why it's a good arrangement for us."

"But what do you get out of it...?"

"Your company, Jungkook-ah." Namjoon's voice goes serious, then. "Taking care of you when I can easily afford to do so makes me happy, truly."

Jungkook is quiet for a moment after that, except for a soft, "Oh. Thank you."

After their first time, Jungkook doesn't do any more cam shows, or bring up camming at all except to occasionally tease Namjoon for the things he said in chat. Namjoon finally makes himself ask why, and Jungkook shrugs.

"I was really only doing it for the money. I mean, the attention was nice, but some of the comments, ah... I got tired of strangers asking to see my bunny pussy, or to see me shove a carrot up my ass."

"Oh my god," Namjoon says, blinking. "I am so sorry."

But Jungkook starts laughing, throwing his head back. "I can't believe you just watched me say those things with a straight face. It's fine! I prefer, ah." Jungkook gives Namjoon a suddenly shy look, a crooked smile. "I prefer the things hyung says. Really, hm, I don't think I'd mind hearing you talk about my pussy—"

Namjoon quiets him with a kiss.

So Jungkook doesn't perform for strangers on the internet anymore, and doesn't have any problem with Namjoon's request that they exclusively date each other.

"Why would I want to date anyone else?" Jungkook murmurs, guiding Namjoon's hand up underneath his t-shirt, eyes fluttering shut when Namjoon's fingertips brush a nipple. "Have everything I want already, right here with, oh, w- with hyung." His voice stutters, lips parting with a soft moan.

Namjoon gets understandably distracted after that, but he wonders.

Jungkook had no experience before Namjoon, no one to figure things out with, to be messy and young with. When Jungkook agrees to things too readily, when he hides his face against Namjoon's back and murmurs, "Thank you, daddy," in the sweetest voice, when Namjoon catches him pausing in front of the mirror, lifting his shirt to stare at the fading bruises on his hips, gingerly tracing them...

Namjoon thinks, Is what we're doing okay? Have I crossed a line, being with Jungkook like this?

At least he tells himself it's worry instead of guilt, that Jungkook is so trusting, listening to whatever Namjoon says so attentively, wanting to spend so much time together. Namjoon thinks if he asked Jungkook to move in with him, Jungkook would be ecstatic to, and that kind of eagerness scares him.

"You're worried because you were his first," Seokjin says, lounging on Namjoon's office couch one afternoon.

Seokjin is his closest friend, and also probably his least biased one. He respects Namjoon, supports him, but also calls him out on his bullshit.

(Namjoon thinks, in another life, he would have had a giant crush on Seokjin. In this life, years ago, they couldn't get through a few kisses without laughing at the awkwardness, deciding that kind of relationship wasn't for them.)

"Because I was his first, and because of the kind of person he is, sweet and trusting."

"The kind of person he is around you, you mean," Seokjin comments. Namjoon shrugs. "Be honest with me, Kim Namjoon. Are you bad for him? Do you coerce him into anything, do you try to control him?"

"No," Namjoon answers, fighting the part of him that wants to be offended Seokjin would ask those questions. Namjoon did bring up his worries to begin with. "If he wanted to cam again, I'd support him. If he wanted to stop our arrangement, I would miss him, but I'd let him go. Anything we do, ah, in the bedroom, is something we both talked about beforehand. I just worry..."

"Mm, you do," Seokjin interrupts, smiling. "Namjoon-ah. If he's happy with you, if you aren't manipulating him in any way, then does it matter? Not to downplay your concerns, but it sounds like you both just have crushes on each other. It sounds like you were just a really good first lay, and he likes dating you as much as you like spoiling him."

Namjoon groans. "Hyung. That's— part of it, sure, but you have to take into consideration the age difference, and the emotional impact that losing his virginity had—"

"The age difference isn't relevant, for all you know he has a DILF kink and you're really doing it for him—" Namjoon sputters "—but I have taken it into consideration and I still don't think—"

They're interrupted by a gentle knock on Namjoon's office door, and then it opens, Jungkook peeking inside. He smiles at Namjoon, and then spots Seokjin and visibly startles. "Oh!"

"Jungkook-ah," Namjoon says, surprised, fond.

"Sorry, uh, Hobi-hyung said you were on your break—"

Hobi-hyung. Namjoon guesses even his assistant has grown soft for Jungkook, the few times he's visited the office or Hoseok has stopped by Namjoon's apartment. "I am on break, it's fine, I was just talking to Seokjin-hyung."

"J- Jin-hyung?" Jungkook asks, and somehow Seokjin picks up on the exact moment Namjoon stiffens in his chair, because Seokjin starts smiling. "Sorry, that's, ah. That's what Namjoon-hyung calls you. God, just ignore me—"

"Jungkook-ah, you're fine," Namjoon says. He really hopes Jungkook doesn't notice the shortness of his voice, the way he suddenly feels extremely on-guard with Seokjin smiling so kindly at Jungkook. "Come sit."

Jungkook walks over to the desk and stops beside it, blinking. He sets his backpack on the floor. "On your desk...?"

"You can sit on my lap, it's fine. It's just us."

Seokjin makes a sound that is very obviously him choking back a laugh. Jungkook steadily blushes bright red, reaching up to nervously tug at a bunny ear. "Hyung," he whispers.

"If you're not comfortable, you don't have to. But Jin-hyung knows about our relationship, he doesn't mind."

"I— okay, if you're sure," Jungkook mumbles, carefully sitting over Namjoon's thighs. He's heavy — of course he is, he's not that much smaller than Namjoon — but Namjoon likes having him here. He slides an arm around Jungkook's waist, guiding him to lean back into Namjoon's chest.

"So what did you need, sweetheart?"

Jungkook shivers a little, maybe at the pet name, maybe at Namjoon's arm around him. His voice is low when he answers, like he's embarrassed, but has accepted Seokjin is going to overhear him anyway. "I left my phone at your place this morning."

"Oh, shit. Why didn't you call—" Namjoon cuts off. "Ah."

Jungkook snickers, relaxing slightly in Namjoon's hold. "Yeah. Classes are done, um, I was hoping. Could I just go home with you...?" His eyes are wide, fixed on Namjoon's face, even though Jungkook must be able to sense Seokjin's stare out of the corner of his eye.

"Of course. Do you want to hang out here until I'm done? Or go to the PC Bang down the street?"

"I should probably study," Jungkook laughs. "Is it really okay if I do that here? I'll stay quiet, and I can leave if someone comes in."

"It's fine," Namjoon says, petting over Jungkook's stomach, feeling another shiver. He gives in to the urge to press a kiss to Jungkook's neck, meeting Seokjin's eyes briefly as if daring him to comment on it, but Seokjin just continues to smile. "I'll tell Hoseokie that I can't see anyone today."

"But only if that's okay. Hyung, I don't want to interfere with your job..."

"I promise it's okay. I only have three more hours of work left anyway."

Jungkook lowers his voice to a whisper, and this time he really is trying to be quiet when he asks, "Aren't we being rude to Jin-hyung?"

"It's not rude, don't worry," Seokjin says cheerfully, and Jungkook gives him a sheepish look.

"Sorry."

"Mm, it's cute, seeing you two together. Namjoonie has spoken a lot about you too."

Jungkook touches his ear again, tugging at it, and Namjoon lets him be shy, even if he's a little baffled by the behavior. "Da— Hyung," Jungkook quickly corrects, whining, "what do you say about me?"

"Good things," Namjoon reassures. He doesn't miss Jungkook's slip-up, though, and really hopes he doesn't start to grow visibly hard with Seokjin still here. "How much I enjoy your company, how lucky I am to get to spoil you."

Jungkook gives up tugging his ear and fully hides his face against Namjoon's shoulder, voice soft and lispy when he says, "Bun is the lucky one, d— hyung is so nice."

"Oh," Seokjin says from the couch, and he's sitting up straight now, eyes wide, glittering. "He knows he can just call you daddy, right? I don't mind. Jungkook-ah, honey, I've known Namjoonie for a long time. You don't have to hide anything from me."

"It's just— habit, sorry," Jungkook mumbles, and Namjoon pets down his back, now that Jungkook has turned a little in his lap, like he's trying to make himself small. "I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable, hyung-nim."

Seokjin smiles. "I'm not uncomfortable. It's cute actually seeing you two together." Seokjin licks his lips, starts to say, "If you ever wanted an audience—"

"Hyung," Namjoon interrupts.

"What?"

"An audience?" Jungkook asks, blinking up innocently at Namjoon. Namjoon just groans, bringing his fingers up to touch between his eyebrows, eyes sliding shut briefly. He's not sure if he can handle Jungkook in an innocent headspace at the same time as Seokjin being bold.

"No," Namjoon says. He doesn't speak harshly, not while he's holding Jungkook, but he knows Seokjin will hear the impatience in his tone.

"At least discuss it with him," Seokjin mutters, but he's teasing. Namjoon thinks Seokjin knew from the start he'd be shot down, and just wanted to push Namjoon's buttons.

"Both of our opinions matter for things related to sex, and I wouldn't be comfortable with it, thanks."

Jungkook's face just gets pinker. "Sex...? Oh, he means— oh," Jungkook finishes meekly.

"He's teasing," Namjoon answers. "Don't worry about it. Are you hungry, baby, have you eaten yet?"

Jungkook shakes his head. "But I can wait until—"

"I'll order something."

"Mm, actually," Seokjin speaks up. "Let me buy lunch. I'll even let you two eat it in peace."

Namjoon swallows, expression softening. "Hyung, I wasn't really upset. You don't have to."

"I know. But can't I spoil your bunny too just a little bit, huh? Jungkook-ah, is there anything you don't like?"

"Um." Jungkook sits up a little straighter. "Really sour stuff?"

Seokjin laughs. "Okay. Hyung can work with that."

"Hyung-nim," Jungkook speaks up, "thank you. Are you sure you don't want to eat with us?"

"I'm sure, it's fine, I need to get back to work soon anyway. But Jungkook-ah, could I have a word with you really quick?"

Namjoon's stomach drops.

"Yeah, sure." Jungkook is already standing, walking over to Seokjin — what happened to his shy bunny? — and sitting on the couch next to him. His eyes widen a little when Seokjin cups his hand in front of Jungkook's ear and leans in to whisper to him.

Namjoon grips the arms of his office chair so tightly his knuckles go white.

He knows Seokjin won't say anything rude or obscene, that's not the kind of person he is. For all Namjoon knows, Seokjin is wishing Jungkook luck putting up with Namjoon's snoring.

But it still has Namjoon's stomach twisting, uneasy, seeing his handsome friend whisper into Jungkook's ear, watching Jungkook's lips part, his eyes still wide.

"Oh," Jungkook says softly.

"Just keep that in mind," Seokjin says after he pulls back, grinning brightly. "It was very nice to meet you, Jeon Jungkook. You both should visit some time, I'll even cook for you myself."

Jungkook thanks Seokjin again and Seokjin leaves with a wink. He'll probably set up their lunch order with Hoseok, so Namjoon just nods to him as he leaves.

"Jin-hyung seems nice," Jungkook mumbles, leaning against Namjoon's desk.

Namjoon, exercising the most self-restraint he has in years, doesn't ask Jungkook what Seokjin said. And Jungkook doesn't offer the answer either, already rambling about school and food and It's so hard to do anything without a phone, hyung, I was going crazy.

But it doesn't leave Namjoon's mind. Not when they're eating their lunch, brought to them by a cheery Hoseok, not when Jungkook is quietly studying while nearly upside-down on Namjoon's office couch, not when they get back to Namjoon's apartment and Jungkook shakes his head when Namjoon asks about dinner, claiming he's still full from lunch. (Seokjin bought them a lot of food, so Jungkook is probably telling the truth.)

Namjoon isn't sure what exactly gives him away, but Jungkook is sat on the edge of Namjoon's bed watching him undress from his work clothes when he suddenly asks, "Are you curious what Jin-hyung said to me?"

Namjoon pauses with his hands on his belt. He meets Jungkook's wide eyes. "Yes."

"Oh." Jungkook hums quietly. "You didn't ask..."

"It's not my business. I'll respect if you want to keep it between you two." Does Namjoon's voice come out a little petulant? Maybe.

Jungkook huffs out a laugh. "It's, ah. It's a bit embarrassing. I don't mind telling you."

"Oh?" Namjoon unbuckles his belt, pulling it off, and his eyes don't miss the bob of Jungkook's throat when he swallows while watching Namjoon's hands go for the zipper of his slacks.

"Jin-hyung told me that it's okay to misbehave sometimes, to- to ask for too much or to challenge you, to keep you on your toes. That I shouldn't worry about being obedient or anything like that."

The relief that floods Namjoon's chest is so immediate it feels silly, but it's still welcome. Of course Seokjin would say something like that. Why had Namjoon worried in the first place? "He's right."

"Misbehave," Jungkook repeats, wrinkling his nose. "It sounds a bit..."

"Hyung probably just meant you shouldn't worry too much about presenting a good image to me, just because of our arrangement. It's okay to be annoyed, to be selfish, to throw a tantrum if you want."

"A tantrum." Jungkook snorts, exasperated. "I'm not a kid."

"No, but you're a person, Jungkook-ah. You don't have to be perfect."

"I'm not trying to be perfect," he replies, voice softer. "I just like being with you. The things I want to ask for, they're all—" Jungkook cuts off suddenly, but Namjoon doesn't miss how his cheeks get redder. And it doesn't seem to be related to the fact Namjoon just stepped out of his pants, although Jungkook is certainly appreciating that too.

"They're all what?" Namjoon prompts gently.

"It doesn't matter, you won't give me them," Jungkook whispers. 

Namjoon frowns at that, stepping forward now just in his boxer-briefs and the white tank top he wore under his dress shirt. Undressed while Jungkook sits there in his jeans and hoodie, but Namjoon enjoys the way Jungkook's gaze keeps dropping to his thighs.

"What won't I give you? Jungkook-ah, sweetheart. What is it?"

"They're just— sex things," Jungkook admits shyly, not meeting Namjoon's eyes, looking down at his hands in his lap instead. "It's okay. You said consent is for both of us, if you don't want to—"

"I also said we can discuss anything, literally anything." Namjoon kneels down, then, and Jungkook's eyes widen, his blush somehow getting darker.

"Hyung."

"Tell me, please?" There's a little bit of guilt in the pit of Namjoon's stomach, imagining whatever impression he's given Jungkook that he wouldn't at least hear him out, but there's also excitement. What could his bunny want? "Daddy promises he'll listen, no matter what it is."

Jungkook licks his lips and nods. "I'm not innocent," he starts.

Namjoon has to bite back his immediate response, Yes you are.

"I have thoughts sometimes. A lot of times. Ah, 's embarrassing, but I want to try stuff like- like you being rougher."

"Rougher?" Namjoon asks carefully. Tendrils of heat creep down his spine, even as he begins to realize why Jungkook was shy to bring these things up.

"The bruises..."

Namjoon's stomach clenches. Fuck.

"I like when hyung marks me," Jungkook whispers. His cheeks are so red with his blush, Namjoon can't resist reaching up to cup the side of Jungkook's warm face in his palm, watching Jungkook lean into the touch. "Hickeys and bruises and, and you can bite me too. When you touch the back of my neck, feels so good, like my body gets all loose for you." Jungkook's words are mumbled, breathless. "I have this fantasy, ah."

"Yes?" Namjoon is starting to realize he won't be able to hide how Jungkook's words are turning him on, and he doesn't particularly care. He's sure he could glance down and see a bulge in Jungkook's jeans as well.

"I'm your sugar baby, but instead of what we have, it's like. Us pretending that I belong to you, that because you're paying me, you can use me whenever you want. However you want. Bend me over and just." Jungkook's breath hitches. "Take me."

"Baby," Namjoon breathes out. As far as fantasies go, it's not even that shocking, but the thought of actually playing it out tugs at the heat in Namjoon's belly, makes him wonder, could he really do that and not lose himself in it?

"Just sometimes," Jungkook murmurs. "Spank me until I'm sore and then fuck me, right there on the couch, or in the kitchen. Pull my ears or- or make me finger myself, ah, maybe make me fuck you even if- if it's too much—"

"Jungkook-ah," Namjoon laughs roughly when Jungkook's eyes flutter shut, when he whines. "Is this too much to talk about? You're shaking."

"'m hard," Jungkook whines. "So hard, can I get undressed?"

"Yes. Let daddy help."

The scenarios still burn through Namjoon's mind, previously forbidden but now wanted, spoken out loud, as Namjoon helps Jungkook out of his jeans, as Jungkook wrestles out of his hoodie and t-shirt. Does Jungkook think about these things on those nights when they're not together? Does he touch himself in bed and whine and picture Namjoon being rough with him, Jungkook as his little bunny toy to fuck whenever he wants?

Namjoon lets out a shaky breath, focusing on Jungkook before he loses himself in his own thoughts. The long shape of Jungkook's cock is visible in his underwear, how it curves up, and Namjoon leans in without thinking to mouth wetly up the length of it.

"Daddy," Jungkook gasps, grabbing at the bed, hips arching just to press himself closer to Namjoon's mouth. It's shameless, desperate, and Namjoon aches with how much he wants Jungkook right now. Really, Namjoon is just as shameless, just as desperate. "Wait, wait."

Namjoon pulls away, meeting Jungkook's eyes, already heavy and dark with arousal. "What is it, honey?"

"Can we." Jungkook scoots to the edge of the bed, resting a shaking hand on Namjoon's shoulder. "Can we try now?"

Namjoon swallows, giving in to the urge to nuzzle his nose across the damp material covering Jungkook's cock, just to see him shiver. "Which one are we trying?"

"Kitchen," Jungkook says. His words start to slur with his excitement, "Pretend we didn't start already and- and use me in there, please."

"Now?"

Jungkook nods. He glances down, scooting even closer to the edge of the mattress and sliding his hand from Namjoon's shoulder down to his lap, resting over Namjoon's swollen cock through his underwear. Namjoon bites back a grunt at the hesitant pressure.

"Wah- want it to hurt a little, please. Want to be sore."

There's that tug low in Namjoon's gut, heavy and deep, all guilt and heat. "You'll remember your safe word if you need it?"

Jungkook nods. "Yeah, red for either of us, right? I'll remember. Please, daddy."

"Okay." Namjoon doesn't second-guess himself, doesn't let his guilt stop him from giving Jungkook this. They both want it — Jungkook wants it so desperately, and Namjoon wants it despite every wall he's built up to stop himself from acting on these urges — and Namjoon trusts Jungkook, maybe more than he trusts himself.

"Put this on," Namjoon says in a low voice, handing Jungkook his dress shirt, watching Jungkook nod and shrug it on, staring expectantly until Namjoon laughs and buttons it up for him.

It's big on Jungkook, which is to be expected, with how broad Namjoon is, a little taller. He doesn't button it up all the way, but just stares as Jungkook lifts the collar of the shirt, turning his face to sniff. His smile is small, thoughtful.

"Still smells like you."

"Ah." Namjoon is at a loss for words. He forgets, sometimes, how sensitive Jungkook is to scent, as a hybrid.

"Mm, I like it. Like smelling like I'm yours." Jungkook suddenly whines, eyes wide and earnest when he begs, "Don't hold back, please."

"I won't," Namjoon tells him, pressing a hard kiss to the sweet curve of Jungkook's lips before pulling back. "Go on. Wait for me, I'll be out soon."

Jungkook leaves, and Namjoon lets himself have a moment to just breathe, to process what Jungkook has asked of him.

He falls forward onto his bed, muffling his groan into the mattress.

Leave it to Jungkook, his precious demon bunny, to ask for things Namjoon had carefully locked away, fantasies he would never have asked Jungkook for himself. Did Jungkook know? Could he sense it in Namjoon's restrained touches, could he see it in the fire behind Namjoon's gaze sometimes?

Maybe not. It's not like Jungkook's fantasies are uncommon or strange. Namjoon huffs out a short laugh, lifting up from the bed before he gets the urge to shove his hips against the mattress for the friction.

It's just some roleplay, some rough sex. They'll be fine.

(There's a voice in his head that sounds like Seokjin, Are you bad for him? and Namjoon ignores it.)

—

Jungkook is in the kitchen leaning over the counter, focused on something (probably his phone) with his back to Namjoon.

Namjoon can see the soft white of Jungkook's tail where it sticks out from the hole in the back of his underwear, the hem of the dress shirt caught just above it, and he wants to groan out loud. That sight never gets less arousing, the fluff at the top of Jungkook's ass, the baffling innocence of it.

He doesn't announce his presence, instead walking forward and sliding an arm around Jungkook from behind, hiding a grin in his hair when Jungkook startles, and then leans back into Namjoon.

"Daddy," Jungkook whispers. "I didn't hear you come in."

"Mm, distracted, baby?"

"No, I just..." Jungkook trails off. He shoves his phone across the counter, and Namjoon smiles again, smoothing his open palm over Jungkook's belly. With every pet, Jungkook leans more of his weight into Namjoon, relaxing even if he must be strung tight with the anticipation.

"You're wearing my shirt." Jungkook's breath hitches, and Namjoon continues, "It looks good on you. Drives me crazy, seeing you in my things, bun."

"Crazy?" Jungkook asks. His voice is a little rougher already, low. Namjoon can hear when Jungkook gulps and moves his hand from Jungkook's stomach down to his bare thigh, fingers digging in, his mouth hot at Jungkook's ear when he murmurs, "So crazy, sweetheart. You'll be good for daddy, won't you?"

"Yes," Jungkook moans. Namjoon kisses his ear, his temple, the darkening blush high on Jungkook's cheek. "Daddy—"

"I can't wait, Jungkook-ah," Namjoon breathes out, and is it even acting? He's so hard, his cock throbs to be buried inside Jungkook right now. He lets go of Jungkook's thigh, tucking his fingers into the waistband of Jungkook's underwear and dragging it down, letting his cock bob free, all the way down until Jungkook steps out of the briefs.

Namjoon pulls at one of Jungkook's cheeks, spreading him, and touches the pad of his thumb to Jungkook's tiny hole, already slippery wet, clenching up under the touch.

"A- Ah."

"All wet for me?" Namjoon asks with a rough laugh. "Were you thinking naughty thoughts, little bunny?"

Jungkook's head drops forward, shoulders bunching up. He's now bare from the waist down, wiggling back with the pressure of Namjoon's thumb, gasping when it slips inside. He tightens up around it and his tail gives a visible twitch. "I, hnn, I was just. Just wanted to be good for daddy, please."

"You are, you're so good," Namjoon breathes out, overwhelmed suddenly with how much he wants this. Is it even acting for either of them, now? "Such a good boy." Namjoon shoves down his own boxer-briefs with his free hand, holding his hard cock steady as he draws his thumb out of Jungkook's clenching hole, replacing it with the blunt head of his cock. He rubs there, getting himself wet with the slick that leaks messily from Jungkook's hole.

Jungkook gasps, grabbing at the counter. Namjoon could lift one of Jungkook's legs up, fuck him like that, but there's something hot and taboo too about the way Jungkook's thighs squeeze together, just taking him as he is. 

There's a hitch in Jungkook's breath as Namjoon's cockhead teases his rim. "Can you feel how hard I am for you?"

"Big," Jungkook whines. Namjoon isn't sure if the tremble in his voice is genuine or not, if it's worry or excitement. And it just turns Namjoon on more.

"I know, but you can take it for me. Just open up for me, sweetheart, let me in." Namjoon leans in close, close enough to crowd Jungkook against the counter, reaching up underneath his own work shirt to find Jungkook's hard cock where it strains in front of him.

Jungkook's moan is loud, sweet and choked. "Ah!"

Namjoon lines himself up again with Jungkook's hole, pressing slowly to give Jungkook the chance to protest if it's too much, getting fucked like this without the usual prep. His grip tightens around Jungkook's cock, voice low and rumbling, breath puffing out next to Jungkook's soft hair when he says, "You're all mine. You belong to me, baby, don't you? This tight hole is mine?"

Jungkook's low whine accompanies the steady give of his hole, letting Namjoon in, body tense and trembling but he's so wet, god, Namjoon already feels soaked with it. "Daddy—"

"Tell me," Namjoon growls. He drags his thumb over Jungkook's slit, smears the beaded pre-cum where he knows Jungkook is so sensitive, and gets a hard shudder in response, a clench around the tip of his cock where it's stretching Jungkook open.

"Ah, ah," Jungkook moans, "yours. It's yours, I'm yours, please."

Namjoon lets go of Jungkook's cock and grabs for his hips instead, holding tight as he presses in deeper, feeling Jungkook open for him. Jungkook doesn't use his word, just whimpers and hunches forward, breaths coming out quick, soft tail twitching as he tries to adjust to the size of Namjoon's cock.

"That's it," Namjoon says, voice much calmer than the dizzying storm of pleasure rushing through him — pulsing heat, the way Jungkook squeezes around him, the way it feels to pin him to the counter like this and just take.

Namjoon tightens his grip at Jungkook's waist, hard enough to leave bruises now, and mouths hotly at the back of his neck when Jungkook's head drops forward again. He starts to work his cock in and out, drag made slick by how wet Jungkook is, slow because he still clenches up so tightly, hole clinging to Namjoon's cock.

"Daddy," Jungkook moans, back arching, and Namjoon pushes the shirt up, stares at the way his fingers dig into that soft flesh on Jungkook's sides. "You're s- so big, please."

Namjoon presses a kiss to Jungkook's nape, feels the heat of Jungkook's flush under his skin, smells traces of his cologne on Jungkook too and wants to groan at how attractive that is. Maybe it's not just a hybrid thing, being so sensitive to scent. "Please what? Is it too much, bunny? Is daddy's cock too big for you?"

"No, no, just—" Jungkook gasps, tenses up, and then he, fuck.

He starts to come.

"Ah," Jungkook moans, voice wavering like he's on the verge of tears. His sweet little hole spasms, clamps so tight as Jungkook pushes back, working himself through his sudden orgasm with needy shoves. "Please," he begs.

Namjoon stills, letting go of Jungkook's hip just to gently turn his face, thumbing away the tears Jungkook desperately tries to blink away.

He's gorgeous when he cries, eyes shining with it, a little swollen, his lips parted and pink. It's unreal how gorgeous he is. The guilt claws in Namjoon's gut for a moment, just as hot as the pleasure, just as greedy.

"Please what, sweetheart?"

"Harder," Jungkook rasps. "Fuck me harder, fill me, wah- want daddy to feel good, 'm just your hole, please."

Namjoon's laugh comes out rough, involuntary. He just— he's so fucking fond of Jungkook. "I do feel good, so good. Little bunny let me right in, let me use this tight hole, hm?" Namjoon does start to fuck harder then, hips snapping forward, and after a quick, impulsive decision, he fists his hands into either side of his own dress shirt and rips it open, buttons flying, plinking onto the counter and the kitchen floor.

"Oh," Jungkook gasps, smiling, face scrunching in a way that could be just as much overstimulation as it is pleasure. "Why- Why was that so hot? Ah."

The shirt slips down Jungkook's shoulders as Namjoon fucks him, until it's hanging off his elbows, until he's clawing at the counter and begging, "More, more—" like he isn't also shuddering with oversensitivity, tears wet on his cheeks.

There's a difference in doing this standing up, something more frantic about it, only heightened by the fact they're half-dressed, Namjoon only going as far as tucking the waistband of his underwear down to get his cock inside Jungkook. It feels like more, the loud clap of their skin in the open kitchen, the way Jungkook can't get the grip he wants on the counter and tries to fuck back even now, his moans climbing, legs unsteady. Lifting to his toes and sinking back down, thighs together.

"All mine," Namjoon says. It's nearing feral, how hard he's thrusting, so deep that it has Jungkook stuttering out, "Tummy, c- can feel you in my tummy, oh—"

God, how can he sound so wrecked, so sweet? Namjoon circles a hand around the base of Jungkook's bunny ears, uses that grip to tug his head to the side and expose his neck, and Jungkook's whole body gives a little jolt, a shaky moan falling from his lips.

Namjoon bites, not hard enough to break skin, but enough to leave a mark. He lets his teeth dig into the tender stretch of Jungkook's flushed neck, sucks there as an afterthought, and Jungkook's muscles squeeze so tightly, his tail twitching hard against Namjoon's pelvis.

"Daddy," Jungkook sobs, noticeably more pliant as Namjoon fucks into him, as he grabs high at the front of Jungkook's thighs to yank him back onto Namjoon's cock. "Please, please, puh- please—"

"Such a good bunny," Namjoon chokes out. The pleasure is so tight, the swelling warmth that threatens to snap any second now, the way Jungkook is such a wet, squeezing heat around his cock.

"Yours," Jungkook gasps out, ears bouncing, the wet sound of Namjoon's thrusts getting louder. "Your bunny, daddy's bunny."

The sound Namjoon lets out is— wounded, almost, low and desperate, and he wraps his arms around Jungkook's chest, holds him as close as he can for the last few hard thrusts before Namjoon starts to come.

The release is blinding, that rushing heat, how it spreads through him. Namjoon groans as his cock jerks and spills inside, and Jungkook keeps babbling, his words lisping almost dreamily, "Yours, yours, only yours."

"Mine," Namjoon answers roughly, nuzzling Jungkook's shoulder, his neck, panting hot over skin slick with sweat.

"Mmm." Jungkook just moves with Namjoon's slow, grinding thrusts, letting him work through the aftershocks of his orgasm until he knows he should pull out, whether Jungkook wants him to or not.

Namjoon slowly eases his cock out, says, "Such a good hole for me, baby," just to feel Jungkook's shiver, to hear his mewling whine. He thinks Jungkook is still a little fucked out, dazed, and Namjoon can't resist pressing three fingers back inside, where Jungkook is open and dripping, hole raw and used.

"Ah—" Jungkook gasps, clenching up around the fingers, so soft and slick inside, that squeezing heat. He must be swollen, oversensitive given how hard he shudders. "Puh- please, gonna come, bunny's gonna come—"

"Bunny," Namjoon growls, his other hand wrapping around Jungkook's cock, all slick down the length. Either pre-cum or maybe the mess from the first time Jungkook came, untouched, Namjoon just fucking him through it. "That's it, come for me. Come around my fingers, baby."

It's not instant — there are a few long moments where Jungkook's whole body is tensed, bracing himself as Namjoon fucks his fingers inside, his head thrown back and mouth open with a silent cry. But then Jungkook is coming so hard his knees buckle, falling into Namjoon's body while Namjoon catches him with a rough laugh.

"Jungkook-ah," he coos, holding the bunny as he trembles and squirms on Namjoon's fingers, as his cock spurts wet but Namjoon doesn't bother to catch it all, too concerned with keeping Jungkook upright. "Sweetheart, are you okay?"

Jungkook moans, grabbing at Namjoon's forearms, chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath. "Da- Daddy."

"I'm right here."

"'m good?"

Namjoon breathes out slowly, nuzzling his face into Jungkook's neck, pressing a kiss there. The bite mark is an angry red, and Namjoon brushes a much gentler kiss over that as well. "So good. You were perfect for me, baby, does anything hurt?"

Jungkook just hums in response, a long mmmm, and Namjoon finally gets Jungkook turned around in his arms until they're facing each other, bending down to lift Jungkook up by his thighs, setting him up on the kitchen counter.

He starts to clean Jungkook up with the shirt still hanging off his elbows and Jungkook stares, his smile dazed, face still flushed splotchy red. His eyes are wet too, a little swollen from crying, but combined with his smile the whole look is just— sweet, his pretty bunny, sated and messy.

"Strong," Jungkook says, licking his lips.

"You can't keep avoiding daddy's question when he asks you if you're okay, baby," Namjoon says sternly, and Jungkook's pout comes immediately, irresistibly cute.

"Sorry, I wasn't... I feel good. 'm not hurt, my legs are just wobbly."

"What about your hole, or where I bit you, was I too rough?" Namjoon wonders if maybe he shouldn't ask these things so soon after, but he can't not worry. He sunk his teeth into Jungkook, pulled his ears, fucked him with barely any prep.

He pointedly ignores the wild, possessive stirring of heat just thinking about doing those things again.

"No, not rough enough," Jungkook mumbles, lips tugging up with something too close to a smirk. His face softens, though, when he seems to realize why Namjoon is asking. "I mean it. It's what I wanted and it felt good, I- I'm grateful." Jungkook leans down and Namjoon meets him for a kiss, sliding the open shirt the rest of the way off and then rubbing his hands up and down Jungkook's lean back just to feel him. He groans when Jungkook's thighs spread, wonders if it's even on purpose, how his legs lift and his toes curl as Namjoon brushes over the fluff of his tail.

When Namjoon steps close enough for Jungkook to hug him back, he can feel how Jungkook's chin tucks over Namjoon's shoulder, rubbing there, can hear his pleased hum. Jungkook mentioned this before — scenting, claiming in his own way.

Namjoon huffs out a warm laugh when he pulls back, seeing Jungkook's teeth sink into his own lip, seeing his softening cock give a twitch over his thigh. "You're really..."

"Daddy," Jungkook whispers, and Namjoon pauses at Jungkook's tone. There's something suddenly soft about it, shy. "Can we go back to your bed soon? Wanna nest."

Oh. That explains the shyness. Nesting is something Jungkook has only recently opened up about, a hybrid instinct he says has been hitting him harder lately, making him crave to be in Namjoon's bed where it smells like them, where he can arrange the bedding how he wants.

If Namjoon told Seokjin about this, he'd probably crack jokes about Jungkook wanting to have his babies. But it's not something he plans to tell anyone about, because it's important to Jungkook, and that's all that matters.

"Of course. Want me to carry you there?"

Jungkook nods, and Namjoon presses one more kiss to the sweet pout of his lips before turning around, letting Jungkook cling to his back.

Namjoon drops Jungkook back on the bed and watches him stretch out, already pulling at the bedding while Namjoon uncaps a bottle of water.

"Jungkook-ah," Namjoon calls, standing by the edge of the mattress. "Come here, baby."

Jungkook crawls over and lets Namjoon hold the bottle to his lips, eyes closing as he drinks. When he's finished Namjoon takes a look at the bite mark on his neck, at the finger-shaped bruises on his sides, even pats his ass until Jungkook blushes and whines and gets on all fours, presenting for Namjoon to look at his hole.

"Daddy's teasing on purpose," Jungkook moans weakly, tail twitching when Namjoon spreads him open, thumb gently tracing Jungkook's swollen rim. He's still so wet, hole slippery with it, even if Namjoon cleaned most of his cum up with the shirt earlier. He starts to wonder if Jungkook has just... gotten wetter, after the kissing, after Namjoon holding him.

"Not teasing on purpose," Namjoon mumbles. "Baby. Can daddy put his mouth on you, huh? He'll be gentle."

"Oh, ah." Jungkook falls down to his elbows, pillowing his head on his arms, humming. "You don't have to..."

"I want to." God, does he want to.

"Might get hard," Jungkook admits. Sleepiness is already creeping into his voice, making his words come out low, slurring. "When you look at me there, my- my tummy gets tight."

Namjoon ducks his head for a moment, letting out a shaky breath. Jungkook is really not the only one who might get hard, if he keeps this talk up. "If that happens, daddy will take care of you."

"Okay," Jungkook finally agrees, knees sliding farther apart, spreading himself more for Namjoon. "I like when you groom me."

Groom? Well, Namjoon supposes that's part of it. He settles in behind Jungkook (his thighs give a twinge when he folds his legs, and Namjoon rolls his eyes at himself, Kim Namjoon, you are not that old) and starts with slow, wide licks, gentle over Jungkook's hole, lapping up slick.

There's a sweetness to the way Jungkook tastes that Namjoon has started to grow addicted to, but there's the heady taste of sex, too, cum and sweat, something dark and satisfying about tasting it on Jungkook's skin. Namjoon gives Jungkook firmer licks, what he hopes is still a soothing pressure, not an overwhelming one. It's only when Jungkook starts whimpering, his tail twitching just above Namjoon's nose, that Namjoon pulls back to ask, "Are you too sensitive, honey?"

"Please," Jungkook begs right away, and then, "No, not too— 's good. Even nicer than the bath jets."

Namjoon raises an eyebrow at that, even if Jungkook can't see it. "You use the bath jets on your hole after sex?"

"Uh- Um."

"Jungkook-ah," Namjoon says, low and teasing now, "do you really go from getting fucked to overstimulating yourself while you clean up until you come again? Is that what my sweet bunny's been doing?"

"If I say yes, will you spank me?" Jungkook asks, breathless. Hopeful.

But Namjoon laughs. "Not this time. I know you can take more, but this is supposed to be relaxing you, treating you after you were so good for me. Just tell me if you need to be touched, okay?"

"Mmkay," Jungkook agrees, and Namjoon is back to licking over his hole, leaning in close so his tongue covers the whole dip of it, when Jungkook murmurs, "Not my fault your dick makes me more sensitive."

Namjoon nips high on one of Jungkook's cheeks, more of a brief set of his teeth than a bite. Jungkook hisses, and then huffs out a laugh.

"But in a good way... Like- Like it's so easy to get worked up again, after you fuck me, 'cause it feels so good. Mmm, can- can you do the thing, ah, inside—"

Namjoon licks inside with the tip of his tongue, pressing until the muscle gives and lets him in. Jungkook is always so tight, sex doesn't change that, but there's an openness now, like Namjoon could just fuck back in and Jungkook could take it, although not without his whines, his squirming, Daddy, it's too much, please—

God, Namjoon is absolutely getting hard again. And he knows Jungkook is as well, the way his cock has gone from hanging down to straining, getting harder with each clench of Jungkook's needy little hole.

"Bunny," Namjoon groans, pulling back. "What's the point in trying to clean you up if you just keep getting wetter, hm?"

"That's not my fault either," Jungkook says immediately. It makes Namjoon smile.

"You said your hole is sensitive?"

Jungkook nods, his head turned on his arms so he can blink back at Namjoon now. Eyes heavy, lips parted just enough that Namjoon can see the peek of his cute front teeth.

"Can I." Namjoon pauses, swallowing. He doesn't know why he's suddenly nervous, asking for this. Maybe it feels too greedy, but isn't that always how Jungkook makes him feel? "Can I rub myself over your hole? I won't put it in, just wanna feel you—"

"Yeah," Jungkook breathes out. "Use me, come on me, please."

There's a protest on the tip of Namjoon's tongue — it's not about using, not this time, not like that — but he is immediately distracted by the dribble of slick that starts to slide down Jungkook's balls, the way Jungkook babbles, "Wah- Want you to claim me, mark me, make me yours, oh."

"Baby." The heat comes back so quickly, licking hot like greedy flames inside Namjoon's belly, wicked and hungry. He gets up to his knees and guides the head of his cock to where Jungkook is spread, wet, waiting. "Do you even know what you're asking for?"

"Please," is all Jungkook answers. His voice is quiet in a way that's honest with need, and Namjoon aches to give him everything.

"I know. Fuck, so wet for me, can you feel how hard I am for you? Just from eating you out, sweetheart?" Namjoon rocks his hips forward, the head of his cock catching at Jungkook's rim but then gliding up, the length skimming wet over his hole before Namjoon eases back again.

"Can you touch, ah—"

Namjoon's fingers circle around Jungkook's cock, lightly tugging, and Jungkook's moan cuts off with a gasp, breath hitching.

"Here?"

"Ah, ah." Jungkook tries to arch his back and push himself closer, hole flexing, and Namjoon doesn't grab him this time. Just lets Jungkook work himself back, lets the bunny use him just as much as Namjoon is getting off grinding his cock over Jungkook's hole.

It's messy, a little frustrating, somehow both lazy and frantic. But Namjoon is driven by that thought, marking and claiming, the way it stirs something animal and hot inside Namjoon. He leans forward until his body is covering Jungkook's, cock still pushing a wet path from Jungkook's perineum up over his hole.

His cockhead nudges the underside of Jungkook's tail and Jungkook squeaks.

Namjoon stills, arousal pulsing hot under his skin. "Are you—"

"More," Jungkook begs. "More, please." He throbs in Namjoon's grip, and so Namjoon keeps jerking him off and rutting like that, heavy cock dragging, the head still catching at Jungkook's hole only to skim right up to his soft tail, always earning Namjoon a little shudder, a weak moan.

"Sensitive tail too, huh, bun?"

"Can't wait to feel your cum," Jungkook hiccups. The way his breath hitches, fuck, is he crying again?

"Jungkook-ah, baby. Too sensitive?" Namjoon asks gently, petting over Jungkook's thigh, slowing down where he's been steadily stroking Jungkook's cock.

"No no no, it's just—" another hiccupped breath "—I want it so muh- much. Want to build a better nest, want you to pin me down and breed me, please."

Namjoon is so turned on he might be shaking, his whole body tight with need. "Fuck. I want that too. Jungkook-ah, my perfect bunny, I'll breed you as much as you want, okay?"

"Make me yours," Jungkook whines, words lisping, and the last of Namjoon's self-restraint snaps, hips rutting forward hard. He doesn't let himself think, just thrusts, panting over the back of Jungkook's shoulder and squeezing his eyes shut when Jungkook starts to come first, when Namjoon can feel how the little furl of his hole contracts, tightening up around nothing.

"Bun," Namjoon chokes out, slowing down to a hard grind when he's close, balls tight, everything pulsing and hot and just there, ready to tip over the edge.

"Bun wants it, daddy, please," Jungkook moans softly, body still trembling hard with his orgasm, and Namjoon finally stills, holding Jungkook tight, the tip of his cock nestled just beneath Jungkook's hole when Namjoon starts to come.

The pleasure is intense, so hot it's blinding, leaving Namjoon winded as it washes through him. His cock jerks between them as it spills, wet ropes of cum over Jungkook's clenching hole, up to his tail. Jungkook shudders so hard beneath him, suddenly, that Namjoon isn't sure if Jungkook is coming again or not. "Sweetheart."

Jungkook whines a low noise, hnnn, and tries to wiggle back against Namjoon. Smearing his cum over Jungkook's hole, between his cheeks.

Namjoon laughs. "Bunny, ah..."

"Have to shower anyway," Jungkook murmurs. His voice is still soft in a dreamy way, and he hums when Namjoon pulls back enough to stare at his cum on Jungkook's skin, pearly white compared to the glistening clear mess of slick. Distantly, Namjoon thinks he's in his own post-orgasm daze when he uses the swollen head of his cock to push cum to the dip of Jungkook's hole, rubbing there. Groaning out loud when Jungkook's hole opens and some of the cum slides in, fuck.

"Ohhh." Jungkook licks his lips, tail giving a hard twitch. "Is it— Push more in, please, ah—"

"Bunny," Namjoon repeats, stern, but it's as much for himself as it is for Jungkook. "That's enough for tonight. I'm just going to help you clean it out when we go shower anyway."

"Daddy," Jungkook says slowly, twisting so he can look back at Namjoon, eyes glittering, dark. "Thought of another present I want."

Oh no. The last time Jungkook asked for a present after sex, it resulted in an expensive pair of lace panties that Namjoon ripped the first time Jungkook wore them. (Namjoon really has to look into his problem of ripping Jungkook's clothes.)

"Yes?"

Jungkook reaches back, guiding the head of Namjoon's cock back to his hole, pressing the tip there until the muscle gives, the very tip of Namjoon's cock sinking inside. Namjoon groans in surprise at the clenching wet heat, the overstimulation of it around the head of his softening cock.

"Baby—"

"Plug," Jungkook says, and he huffs a whine when Namjoon's cock slips out, reaching back again. Namjoon catches Jungkook's fingers, groaning, before his little demon bunny can force Namjoon's cock back inside.

"Okay."

"Wanna be plugged up with your cum, keep it inside—"

"Okay! Holy shit, Jungkook-ah."

Jungkook's smile is so smug that Namjoon gives in and spanks him, just once, before saying, "Let's go clean up, baby."

—

Showering goes fine, no bath jets to distract them, although cleaning Jungkook's tail thoroughly turns into Jungkook's cock stiffening again, his quiet whines just on the cute side of pathetic until Namjoon helps him. Jungkook grinds out an orgasm riding Namjoon's thigh while Namjoon cups his tail with one hand and works two fingers inside him with the other, enjoying the simmering pleasure in his own belly from how hot Jungkook is without that urgency to come himself.

They dry off and go to the kitchen to put together a quick meal, and Namjoon is helplessly endeared at the way Jungkook bursts into loud, cackling laughter when Namjoon's foot slides on an abandoned button. Still on the floor from earlier, when Namjoon ripped his own shirt open on Jungkook's body.

"It was hot, I promise!" Jungkook insists, still laughing. He's clutching Namjoon's arm now, either afraid he'll trip again or to hold himself up.

Namjoon doesn't mind. He will happily make a fool of himself to see Jungkook laugh so hard.

They eat and laze around until it's late, and then they get ready for bed.

It feels more domestic, when they're not going to bed with the intention of having sex. They still kiss once they're lying down, enough to get Jungkook whimpering before Namjoon pulls back with a warm laugh, letting Jungkook adjust the bedding and nuzzle him until he calms down enough to sleep.

"Dunno what is it," Jungkook murmurs, face tucked into Namjoon's neck. "But your scent gets me worked up and settles me down, like- like my body likes listening to you, ah, it's." Jungkook sighs. "It's really nice, hyung."

Namjoon waits until Jungkook is curled up on his side asleep next to him, nose tucked in against Namjoon's hip, his breaths coming out as soft little snores, and then he finally lets himself think.

He thinks about his worries from earlier, about Seokjin's advice. And it's not like those worries have magically disappeared — Namjoon isn't sure if he'll ever stop feeling like Jungkook trusted him too fast, agreed to the things Namjoon wanted too readily — but he gives Jungkook more credit than that, too. He's been an adult for years, living on his own, was comfortable enough in his sexuality to try cam modeling for the extra money.

Namjoon has stopped himself from asking a few times, What would you have done if I didn't win that auction? If it was someone who cared less, who took more? Or... maybe someone less possessive than I am?

Whether Jungkook wonders about that too or not, he doesn't bring it up, and neither does Namjoon. He doesn't want to be the one to make Jungkook think about it.

Namjoon catches the movement of Jungkook's fingers curling in his sleep, face slack, peaceful, ears relaxed. There is a warmth that spreads in Namjoon's chest that feels too big for the late hour, for the quietness of the moment, when he picks up his phone to message Seokjin.

Namjoon

I'm going to ask Jungkook if he wants to move in with me.

Seokjin

Ah, the sex tonight was that good, was it? Was it the aphrodisiac wine I bought you??

Namjoon stares down at his phone, eyebrows furrowing. Of course he's not going to indulge Seokjin's teasing — the sex is always good, thank you, but that's not the point — but. Aphrodisiac wine?

Namjoon

What wine?

Seokjin

You didn't get it? Oh no. I think little Hoseokie has some explaining to do.

Namjoon laughs. He's— well, he's honestly still confused. Did Seokjin really think he and Jungkook would drink a bottle of wine at work?

He chooses to comment on the little Hoseokie instead.

Namjoon

You know you can just ask my assistant out, right?

Seokjin

I do! Every month!!

Namjoon

Hyung, posting to your professional Twitter account that you want to get drinks with him isn't asking him out.

Seokjin

Yes it is?????

Namjoon

Anyway.

It wasn't just the sex, although thanks to your advice, we had an important conversation.

Seokjin

My advice?

Oh my god wait

Did your bunny really misbehave? hahahaha

Namjoon

Hyung

Seokjin

Okay sorry continue

Namjoon

It wasn't that, he felt more comfortable telling me what he wants.

And I think, ah...

I really trust him.

Not just like a sugar baby, but like a partner too.

Seokjin

Oh.

Our little Namjoonie is all grown up now.

Namjoon

Hyung...

Seokjin

I'm happy for you, genuinely.

I hope he says yes.

Namjoon

Fuck it's silly but.

I really hope he does too.

Seokjin

How is that silly it makes perfect sense

Namjoon

Hyung!

Seokjin

Right sorry kekeke

—

When Namjoon wakes up it's still early, so after quietly slipping out of bed to use the bathroom, he ends up reading on his phone, slumped back against the headboard as Jungkook sleeps on his belly next to Namjoon.

Namjoon is surprised when Jungkook starts to stir at 9 a.m. exactly, stretching out with a quiet groan, one bunny ear lifting while the other remains flat.

Namjoon can't resist reaching out to rub slowly over Jungkook's back. Jungkook makes a soft noise, a little hnn?, and lifts his head from his arms to squint up at Namjoon.

"Hello, sleepy."

Jungkook's head falls back on the pillow, cheek turning to rest on his hand, face all puffy and soft. Namjoon's heart clenches.

"Hi."

"How do you feel?"

"Good..." Jungkook stretches again, hips shifting enough that Namjoon starts to wonder if Jungkook has morning wood. "A little sore. But good."

"Ah, I'm glad," Namjoon says awkwardly, sliding his hand up to the back of Jungkook's neck, massaging there.

Jungkook's breath hitches, this soft noise like a whimper, and he's lisping, "Hyung, when y- you touch there, it's—"

"Fuck," Namjoon blurts out, moving his hand back down to the space between Jungkook's shoulderblades. "Sorry, I just thought your neck might be stiff."

Jungkook smiles, even as he lifts a hand to rub at his eyes. "I know. Feels so nice, but like. Too nice. Makes me wet, ah."

"Sorry," Namjoon repeats.

"Mm, 's okay, I'm kind of always wet around you anyway." Jungkook wiggles closer to Namjoon, close enough to nuzzle in against Namjoon's side, nose dragging warmly over his bare skin. Namjoon shivers, brushing a lock of Jungkook's hair away from his forehead. "Hyung smells nice."

"There's something I want to ask you," Namjoon blurts out, immediately regretting the words when Jungkook tenses next to him.

"Okay," Jungkook mumbles.

"It's not bad. It's just a little— Jungkook-ah."

"Namjoon-hyung," Jungkook repeats back to him. He's looking up at Namjoon now, gaze clearer, but his expression is shy, hesitant.

Namjoon cups Jungkook's cheek in his palm, and asks in a voice he hopes comes out steady, "Would you like to move in with me? It doesn't have to be by a certain time, but— someday?"

Jungkook's eyes go comically wide, considering how sleepy he was a minute ago. "Live with you?"

"Only if you want."

"Live here with hyung?"

"Uh, yes?"

Jungkook starts crying.

"Oh my god." Namjoon reaches out for Jungkook, pulling him up into a hug, surprised at just how quickly Jungkook's eyes filled with tears. "Baby."

"You mean it?" Jungkook's voice is small, watery, his skin warm and soft under Namjoon's hands. Something about that contact makes Namjoon want to sink lower in bed, just stay under the covers and cuddle with Jungkook for the rest of the morning. "I- I'll pay rent if you want me to."

Namjoon laughs. "I don't want you to pay rent. I'd still work and you'd still attend classes, but we could relax together, you could have a quieter place to study than your current living situation."

Jungkook sniffles, and Namjoon pulls back so he can kiss Jungkook's forehead, watching his eyes flutter. "But we can fuck too, right?"

This time Namjoon's laugh comes out more like a startled squawk. "Yes. That too. But in the way it is for a couple living together, there wouldn't be any extra pressure on you just because you're here every day."

"Hyung," Jungkook says, "can I ask you a question too?"

Namjoon is taken aback by the softness of Jungkook's tone, the way it's almost like he's trying not to alarm Namjoon either. "Of course."

"Since we're exclusive, is it— would it be weird to just be, like. Boyfriends? Not that I'm ashamed to be a sugar baby, but- but it feels like. We already are boyfriends, kind of. Sometimes," Jungkook finishes with a murmur, not meeting Namjoon's eyes. Namjoon's gaze, too, falls to the bite mark on Jungkook's neck again, the bruising around it.

Jungkook makes this exasperated snorting noise, grabbing for Namjoon's hand, bringing it up so he can nuzzle into Namjoon's palm. "You know your eyebrows pinch together in this really obvious way whenever you're feeling guilty."

Namjoon blinks, caught off guard. "Ah."

"Hyung. I'll tell you every night how much I like the things we do together if it helps."

"Yes."

Jungkook squeezes his fingers over Namjoon's. "Yes?"

"I mean, not just to the dirty talk, although that's encouraged too—" Jungkook snickers "—but yes. We can be boyfriends, partners, whatever word you're comfortable with. Yes, Jungkook-ah, of course, fuck, you don't have to ask, hyung is happy to—"

Jungkook cuts Namjoon off with a sudden kiss, and Namjoon is grateful, because he was definitely rambling.

"Ah, wait, morning breath," Jungkook whines, and Namjoon laughs, pulling Jungkook back in. Kissing him harder, reveling in the hitch of Jungkook's breath, his lips parting.

"You've never cared about morning breath before."

"We've only just become boyfriends, I have to impress you," Jungkook mumbles, smiling, probably so Namjoon knows he's not serious.

"Honestly, waking up at 9 a.m. for once is impressive enough..."

"Hyung!" Jungkook complains, smacking Namjoon's chest.

"I'm joking, sorry, I know it's different when you're a student."

Jungkook nods, but he doesn't actually seem that bothered by the comment either. He slides his arms slowly around Namjoon's shoulders and says, "Maybe I just need better incentives to get up in the morning."

"Like breakfast?"

Jungkook rolls his eyes. Namjoon has a moment where he is both annoyed and feral at how hot Jungkook looks when he does that. "Better incentives, like... like daddy opening me up for his big cock, or maybe his mouth on me, oh—"

"Greedy bunny," Namjoon laughs, pinning him to the bed in one swift movement, heat jolting in his belly when Jungkook's head tips back in submission.

Everything about Jungkook is just... mesmerizing. Too pretty to be real. His eyes are a little swollen still from crying again, his nose a little pink, his lips parted and wet. His hair is messy and soft and Namjoon is brushing it off Jungkook's forehead before he even remembers why he pinned Jungkook down in the first place.

"Your, uh." Jungkook pauses, and Namjoon can see how his chest hitches with a stuttered breath. "Your eyes. I can tell when you're feeling guilty, and when you clench your jaw— well, honestly, I don't know what that is, it just makes me really horny, but- but it's so obvious when you're happy too, hyung."

Namjoon ducks his head, telling himself it's not because the bunny he pinned to his bed for riling him up just made him shy.

"I like when you're happy around me," Jungkook mumbles.

"Jungkook-ah," Namjoon says, and he angles another kiss to Jungkook's lips, a slow one, just to feel that swoop of pleasure that kissing Jungkook brings him. "You make me happier than anything else. Please believe that."

"Ah," Jungkook says, and he's speaking in pout when he says, "hyung, are you just going to make me cry all morning? Is that the kind of boyfriend you want to be?"

Namjoon laughs. "No. I'm sorry, no more crying. Want to come with me to make coffee?"

Jungkook tilts his head. "Do we have to put clothes on?"

"Uh, I." Namjoon blinks. "Yes?"

"I'll only get out of bed if I can watch hyung do it naked."

Namjoon feels a little rush of heat when he presses Jungkook back into the bed, when Jungkook swallows, eyes widening.

"What is it, are you going to use me this time, bun? Do you want me naked in the kitchen so you can just do whatever you want with me?"

"Oh, that's." Jungkook squirms, teeth digging into his lip, pupils dilating. God, he's so obvious to read when he's getting turned on. "Don't tease..."

Namjoon slides a hand down Jungkook's hip and gropes beneath him, giving his tail a little squeeze before he says, "Maybe another morning. I'm going to put on sweatpants."

Namjoon moves off the bed, grabbing a pair of grey sweatpants out of a drawer, and Jungkook looks— just as aroused as he did before. Maybe even more?

Hilariously, with the way he's staring hungrily at Namjoon right now, Namjoon feels like the prey hybrid.

"Sweatpants are fine," Jungkook finally says, tongue poking out cutely to lick his lips, and Namjoon laughs when he realizes.

"Jeon Jungkook."

"Hmm?" Jungkook blinks innocently, but there's nothing innocent about how his gaze drops to Namjoon's groin, probably already trying to map out the shape of his cock through his grey sweatpants.

Honestly, Namjoon is amused. Flattered, even.

"Nothing." Namjoon walks back to the bed, leaning down to kiss Jungkook's forehead. "Nothing, sweetheart."