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Sweetly

Summary:

Namjoon had a whole sexual history before Jungkook. Jungkook did not have one before Namjoon. Oh, and Megan Thee Stallion is probably magical.

Notes:

I took some liberties with a few things in this. Megan isn’t secretly engaged, and I don’t think BTS met her until after the Butter Remix. Anyway, I do what I want. If you think it’s wrong, I probably made it up.

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It isn’t the first time they’ve met Megan. It’s the second time, actually.

They first met her years ago backstage at a European award show. She had been named “Best New Artist”. BTS was “Best International Act”. The translators had to do their job that night because Namjoon was still riding the high of winning and being there with all those famous people and being one of those famous people. He’d managed to calm down long enough to hold a short conversation with Megan in English. He’d kept his eyes on her face the whole time because her red-carpet outfit was so utterly delicious that he couldn’t trust himself to look down.

Namjoon hadn’t started dating Jungkook yet, and he wasn’t really seeing anyone else, so he could’ve taken a moment to appreciate that beautiful, impossibly proportioned body of hers (and Jesus Christ did he want to). But there were cameras everywhere, and the real Megan was much sweeter and softer than her latest single pretended, and he really didn’t want to make her uncomfortable.

Besides, his little protective feelings for Jungkook had already begun to develop (along with Jungkook’s broad, muscular adult body and longer hair and long, veiny hands) into a full-blown crush. He was definitely attracted to Megan, but Jungkook had been standing so near to him like he always did at awards shows. He could smell the Tom Ford cologne a noona had sprayed on Kook, and it was intoxicating Namjoon even as he spoke to Megan.

She was a real-life dream girl, but Jungkook already possessed his heart even then.

This was right as the other members had started to learn English, and none of them were any good yet except for Yoongi who was fluent but too shy to talk to a native speaker. So, when they all huddled around Megan for a photo, no one spoke but they all smiled, and Namjoon didn’t miss the way Kookie crowded up next to her. In the photo, he’s not even looking at the camera. One of her beautiful, manicured hands is resting on Jungkook’s shoulder, and Jungkook only has eyes for her.

xx

Namjoon doesn’t believe in fate, but if he did, he’d thank God that he didn’t start developing feelings for Jungkook until he was older. He can honestly say he’s not the jealous, possessive boyfriend he might’ve been back when they were all just young, horny, bright-eyed trainees. He’s grateful because, by the time they meet Megan again, she’s grown impossibly more beautiful and successful. He wouldn’t be able to keep himself from showering her with attention himself, but Jungkook still looks at her like she’s hung the moon, and 20-year-old Namjoon would’ve been steaming with jealousy.

Jungkook’s English has improved, and he’s just as shy and sweet and beautiful as when he speaks Korean. Megan is visibly charmed by him now even if she’s (tragically, secretly) engaged to an American man who isn’t in the business at all. Still, Jungkook is so damn cute, and now her eyes reflect the sparkle in his. Namjoon has grown a lot and now he thinks that, god, in another life, if she wanted Jungkook for the night—just one—he might agree as long as he could be there to watch.

To be fair, all of the guys are pretty infatuated with Megan. Yoongi had set up the Butter remix that had led to the meeting. They hadn’t recorded the song together obviously, but had arranged a meet up that was, sadly, mostly for the photo op. Still, they had blocked out enough time in their schedules to chat and sit down in actual chairs. Namjoon noted that all of the boys were absolutely glowing in her presence and completely relaxed even as they fumbled through memorized English phrases. They hung on her every word, showered her dog with attention, and kept finding reasons to get close to her, completely trapped in her orbit. It was sweet, really, and the sight of the boys being so happy eased Namjoon’s residual nerves about how they’d performed at the UN.

Maybe he was too relaxed because his eyes really did keep straying away from Megan’s face as she stood between Jin and Taehyung telling an elaborate story about her dog. It’s just—that dress over that body and those legs and that skin and those lips and God yes, Joon was such a creep, but she really was something else. If I were a younger man, he thought stupidly. I hope that fiancé of hers gives her everything she wants.

Her little gray dog barked once, sharp and happy, in Jimin’s arms and broke the spell Megan’s curves put on him. Instinctively, his eyes sought out Jungkook and he was surprised to find his eyes already turned in Namjoon’s direction. His face was unreadable but not unhappy. Joon grinned at him, and Jungkook grinned back. He really couldn’t believe that this was his life.

xx

Back in their hotel room, Jungkook fires off a question the moment they get through the door: “What’s it like being with a woman?”

“Expensive,” Namjoon says automatically.

Jungkook rolls his eyes, shrugging off his jacket. “Seriously, Joon? What’s it like?”

“I am serious. Everything costs more for women, and they do all these things to look so beautiful,” Joon shrugs. “When you’re a boyfriend, you kind of feel like it’s your responsibility to help finance those things. It’s usually so worth it though. Like when you make them smile and stuff.”

Jungkook is still standing by the door taking off his shoes when he mumbles, “That’s not what I mean.”

“What do you mean then?”

“I meant more like, sex,” Jungkook falters but continues. “What’s it like to have sex with a woman?”

Joon pauses from the chair by the window where he’s sitting and rifling through his messenger bag. When he looks up, Junkook is not distressed, just curious. Namjoon sets his bag aside and beckons him over. Jungkook comes willingly, and Namjoon notes the dark circles under his eyes. It’s been a hard week. He pulls Jungkook into his lap, hoping to pass some of his strength onto the younger man.

“I’ve never had sex with a woman,” Jungkook whispers. “Is it different? From sex with men?” Namjoon hears the unspoken next words: is it different from sex with you?

He’d been conflicted about this when he and Jungkook first started dating. Namjoon already had so many experiences: he’d travelled for fun and not just for the band. He had friends all over the world who’d given him new experiences. He’d been with men and women and liked it so much that, a few times, he’d spent almost the entirety of his short breaks from the band holed up in someone’s tiny apartment in Paris or Tokyo fucking and eating and pretending to be normal with someone who didn’t have to pretend.

Jungkook never had those things. Ever the youngest, he was sheltered first by his parents and then by his band mates. Namjoon observed that it was mostly a difference in their temperaments, though. Jungkook was adventurous and craved action and was so fucking good at everything, but he was also terribly shy and a homebody at heart. He spent his breaks with his family in Busan, eating his mother’s cooking and drinking with old friends, not impressing Italian girls on the dance floor or bouncing around gay bars in LA.

So yeah, Namjoon did feel a little guilty that whatever sexual exploration Jungkook might want to do would have to be with him exclusively for what Joon hoped would be forever. His guilt was assuaged by the knowledge that it wasn’t really in Kook’s nature to go sleeping around with people he barely knew, anyway. But still. What if Jungkook wanted something he couldn’t provide?

Jungkook had never had sex with a woman, and it makes Namjoon just a little sad that he probably never would.

Namjoon considers his question carefully before answering. “It’s different than it is between us. I mean, I can only speak from my own experiences. There’s still variety depending on what both of you want. Some women like slow and sweet and some like it hard,” he pauses. “But I could never bring myself to go too hard with a woman. It felt… disrespectful even if she told me it was ok or that she wanted it. I like to treat women sweetly.”

Jungkook was staring at him now. When he spoke, his voice came out in a whisper. “What else? What does it taste like? How is it… inside?”

“It’s… wetter? Naturally wetter, you know. Slippery. Pussy is really wet if you’re, you know… doing it right.”

Namjoon doesn’t miss the pretty way Jungkook blushes at the word.

“And um, pussy tastes like pussy,” and Namjoon has to laugh at language failing him. Jungkook is warm on his lap and so tense and visibly turned on, and he really wishes he could be more eloquent right now, but what can he say? “It’s sweet, sometimes. And sour. It’s slippery. And so warm. Like a warm bath when you get inside. And you can feel everything. Every little move, you can feel it. You can… you can feel their heartbeat inside. It’s… ah, Kookie, it’s good.”

Jungkook’s head has fallen against his shoulder and his cheeks are flushed as if he can imagine. They can’t do anything right now and truthfully, they’re both so tired from the UN speeches and performances. They’re all meeting for dinner in Hobi and Yoongi’s room and will have to head over there when the takeout arrives.

But Jungkook is so relaxed now and half hard thinking about naturally slippery, wet bodies and soft curves and sweet smells, as if he wants it. And Namjoon would give him literally anything in this world including the freedom to find out about women firsthand if that’s what he wanted. A hot pang of jealousy rolls through him at the thought, but he quells it. He never wants anyone to touch Jungkook except him, but even as he thinks it, he knows it isn’t fair.

So of course, he has to ask even if he’s not ready to know. “Do you want to, um. Would you like to find out what that’s like, Kookie? Women?”

Jungkook’s eyes had fallen closed but now they’re open and staring up at him at close range. “You’d let me have sex with a woman?”

No, the word is in his mouth, but he swallows it. It gets stuck in his throat with a few other irrational, unfair words. Never. Mine. You belong to me.

“Yes,” is what he says. “If it’s what you want. I’d never hold you back. It’s ok if you want to experience other things. Other… people. I did, and I want to be fair to you.”

He forces himself to keep his eyes on Jungkook’s face so that he knows Namjoon is being serious. That he would give Jungkook everything even this. So he’s surprised to find Jungkook’s face twisting into a shy, sweet grin. Kook is even blushing again which is just—he can see why everyone else is so obsessed with him.

“Hyungie,” he whispers and he’s still smiling. “You’re so sweet.”

Now it’s Joon’s turn to blush, and he can’t help but look away.

He’s saved by a text message from Jin: dinner has arrived. And apparently, talking about pussy has given Jungkook an appetite because he’s off of Namjoon’s lap and headed towards the door. He doesn’t say anything else about it. Just muses about how he hopes they ordered pizza and Chinese because lord knows they deserve it after the week they’ve had.

xx

That night in bed, half-asleep and deliriously tired, Jungkook brings it up again. “Hyung?” he says, with his arms around Namjoon’s middle and his head on his chest.

“Hmm?”

“I don’t want to have sex with a woman,” Jungkook says confidently.

Thank God. Even through his exhaustion, Namjoon feels a bolt of relief go through him. He doesn’t want to seem too excited, but he can’t help but press his lips to the top of Jungkook’s head. “Ok.”

Jungkook lets out a soft giggle. “You were so worried, Joon-ah.”

“I was.”

He can feel Jungkook rolling his eyes. “Hyungie, I’m literally so gay.”

He laughs and Namjoon laughs and Namjoon feels stupid to have worried.

Jungkook is quiet for long enough that Namjoon thinks he’s fallen asleep. Maybe he has because his next words are so soft that they seem to come from a dream.

“And so in love with you, Joonie.”

xx

Namjoon thinks he’s heard the end of this conversation because Jungkook doesn’t mention it again right away. Back in Seoul, they immediately jump into rehearsals for the American Music Awards and of course, the four shows in LA they’re planning for the end of the year. Between shooting videos for ARMY, rehearsals, and the lingering jet lag, Namjoon is exhausted and feels like he hasn’t had a spare moment with Jungkook that hasn’t been spent sleeping or getting ready to leave for the rehearsal space.

It's not until their first day off in nearly two weeks that Jungkook brings it up again in his simultaneously abrupt and roundabout way that Joon finds so hopelessly endearing.

He’s on the couch in Namjoon’s studio, unable to tear themselves away from the HYBE building even on their days off, when Jungkook says, “I wonder what Megan’s doing?”

“Megan?” Namjoon is fiddling with a track for his next mixtape, and he doesn’t turn around. The way Jungkook says her name is so heavily accented that Namjoon doesn’t even recognize it.

“As in Thee Stallion.”

Namjoon turns at that, and Jungkook is sprawled out on his back, eyes closed and cheeks pink. “I wonder what she’s doing right now.”

Interesting. Namjoon clears his throat. “It’s early in the US. Probably sleeping.”

“With her fiancé,” Jungkook adds, agreeably. Namjoon watches, waiting for him to continue. “I wonder what she looks like without makeup.”

Namjoon is obsessed with Jungkook’s mind. Wants to crawl inside of it and stay in there forever. “Younger, probably. Still beautiful,” is what he says, instead.

Jungkook opens his eyes to return Namjoon’s gaze, and there’s a kind, teasing smile on his lips. “You want to fuck her.”

He’s like a magnet, Jungkook is, and Namjoon is helplessly drawn out of his chair and squatting beside him and carding his fingers through Jungkook’s hair before he even knows what he’s doing. “I want to fuck you.”

Jungkook giggles and draws a hand up to Namjoon’s cheek. “It’s ok if you want both. I know you like both.”

Namjoon smiles because of course they’ve talked at length about his past sexual experiences, and Jungkook has never been jealous. He considers Namjoon being his first and only a point of pride. Jungkook had wanted him from the start. He’d waited and been patient, and then, he’d gotten him. Simple as that.

“I like you,” Namjoon stresses, and it’s true because he hasn’t thought about Megan in the two weeks since they saw her. Not like that. He does wonder about how she’s doing. If she’d gotten the issues with her label sorted out. He’d sent her an email thanking her. So, he does think about Megan, sure, but as an acquaintance he hopes one day will turn into a friend.

“I don’t really want to have sex with anyone but you, Kookie,” and it comes out exactly as honest and sincere as he means it. He frowns at his next thought. “Is that what this was? You thought I wanted her? Or like, that I miss women?”

Jungkook’s laugh is musical. Namjoon wants to record it right now and release an 18-track LP of just that sound on repeat. “No! I mean, yeah, how could you not want her if you’re attracted to women? Her skin and her hair and god her smell is just…”

“…and her ass,” Namjoon murmurs. He hates to interrupt Jungkook’s rhapsodizing, but Megan’s body deserved more than an honorable mention.

Jungkook giggles again. “She’s magical, I swear.”

Namjoon nods but is not to be derailed. “So that’s it? Just fascinated by her then?”

Jungkook goes quiet and blushes up to his ears, and no, that definitely is not all this is about. “It feels weird to say it.”

Namjoon leans in to press his lips against Jungkook’s. “Whisper it to me then.” He turns his head and waits. Loves this. These little moments. He’s going to hang on every one of Jungkook’s words for the rest of their lives if he’ll let him.

Fully committed, Jungkook cups his hands and funnels his next soft words from his lips directly to Namjoon’s ear.

“I want you to fuck me like a woman.”

Whatever Namjoon had been expecting, that wasn’t it, and he has to go down onto his knees. He’s whispering too when he says, “What do you mean?”

Jungkook’s eyes are half lidded now, and his face and neck are so pink and he’s drawing tight little breaths that lift his broad chest in a way that makes Namjoon want to eat him alive.

“Soft and warm and wet. Wet like you said,” he’s not exactly meeting Namjoon’s eyes but he’s not looking away either. “I want to try it like you said you do with women. Be that with me sometimes.”

Huh. His brain might’ve short circuited from all that hotness if it weren’t for the fact that… didn’t he treat Jungkook nicely? The guys made fun of him for how soft he’d gone for Jungkook. Even before they’d started dating, he’d never gripped him too hard or yelled at him. He’d watched Jungkook grow up, but they weren’t like brothers—not him and Namjoon. Jungkook’s naked idolatry of Namjoon was well-documented. As was the massive and obvious crush he had on Namjoon from the moment they met. Namjoon couldn’t help but be gentle with him. Firm when he needed it, but otherwise, a total sucker for Jungkook’s natural charm.

Jungkook taps his cheek lightly, “Hey, get out of there, hyung.”

“Sorry,” Namjoon shakes his head and smiles. “Sweetly, eh?”

Jungkook just blushes and crosses his arms over his face. “Yeah.”

xx

That evening, Jungkook goes out with Jimin and Taehyung’s friends, and Namjoon takes the time to really think about what Jungkook said. He thinks about the women he’d been with, and though there hadn’t been a lot, they’d differed from Jungkook considerably. For one, they’d all been significantly shorter than Namjoon. And soft all over. Curvy and fleshy where their skin bulged around his fingers when he finally got his hands on them.

Jungkook was big. Elegant when he wanted to be but strong and hard and hot. He had that slender waist, of course, and even that was firm and hard and--

Speaking of hard. Namjoon was really overthinking this. Namjoon had to admit that one of the things he really liked about sex with Jungkook is that he could, well, take it. He liked Namjoon’s strong grip and his propensity for manhandling if Jungkook’s reactions were anything to go by. But tonight, they were going to try something different, and maybe Jungkook would like that too.

If Jungkook was curious about what it would be like to be a woman in bed with Namjoon, well, he could do that.

xx

He changed the sheets. A simple thing, but something he’d definitely done on the few occasions he’d brought women back to his personal apartment. Even in a hotel, he’d be sure there were fresh sheets on the bed. So, that’s a start.

He looked around, tucking away stray objects in their room and corralling the overflowing laundry bag into the closet. If he were bringing a woman back to their room, he would definitely ensure that the place was clean. Women weren’t exactly easy. They were trained to sniff out danger, and he knew from experience that a dirty bedroom was a red flag for most.

Jungkook liked candles, so they already had those, but he made sure to light them. He knew that cleaning their room wasn’t what Jungkook meant, but it was important to set the mood. Get into the right headspace. Ideally, he’d have taken Jungkook out for a nice movie. Held his hand as he walked them home. But these weren’t really things they could do as members of the world’s biggest boyband.

Besides, it was back to rehearsals tomorrow, and who knows when they’d have another night like this again. This would have to be enough.

Luckily, it was doing the trick. Namjoon was a little nervous like he always was with women. Like he was about to invite this wild, beautiful thing into his space for the first time, and she’d be probably still sizing him up. Still deciding if she wanted him.

He didn’t have to sit with this feeling for long. He could hear Jungkook downstairs laughing with Jin in the kitchen. He heard Jin say his name, probably telling Jungkook that he’d been upstairs and holed up in his room being “all secretive and weird” which, well, he was.

Upon hearing Jungkook’s heavy boots on the staircase, Namjoon stood from the bed and moved to the door, opening it slowly and standing in the doorway to receive him.

“Hey, baby,” he smiled, leaning slightly on the door frame. “How was dinner?”

Jungkook’s eyes widened, surprised to see Namjoon waiting for him. “Um, it was good. There were cameras, so I didn’t eat much.”

Namjoon opened the door wider, ushering him in. “Are you hungry? I can still get us some food. We could watch a movie too.”

Once inside the room, Jungkook looked around slowly and turned to Namjoon with a smile. “You changed the sheets.”

Namjoon felt his face get hot but pressed on. “Yeah, I um… I was hoping we could spend some time together tonight. Are you still hungry?”

“No, I’m fine, Joonie,” his eyes narrowed but the smile didn’t fade. “What are you doing?”

Namjoon closed the door behind him and stepped closer, holding open his arms to run his hands down Jungkook’s shoulders. “Nothing. You just look really good tonight. So good.”

Jungkook giggled and stepped into his arms, wrapping them around Namjoon’s waist. “Joonie,” he whined. “What’s going on?”

Lightly, he pressed his lips to Jungkook’s. “Nothing, baby,” he murmured between kisses. “Just glad to see you. Glad to have you home.” He paused, knowing he’d never say this to Megan or any other woman he’d wanted to sleep with. But Jungkook really was the love of his life, and he really did love cheesy romantic stuff, and that made Namjoon want it too. “Want to make love to you.”

Jungkook’s breath hitched where he was pressed against Namjoon’s body. “Hyungieee,” he whined softly.

Namjoon tore his lips away and dropped to one knee to make work of Jungkook’s boots. This was new too. He’d never had to pull combat boots off of the women he’d been with. Standing again, he couldn’t help but press his lips against Jungkook’s. Had to lick at the seam and into his mouth. It wasn’t easy to keep this soft. His body recognized these movements and wanted to deepen and intensify them. Wanted to grip Jungkook’s shoulders hard, slide a hand down his back and grip his ass. Through some act of God, he managed to restrain himself.

“Hyung!” Jungkook called again when Namjoon’s teeth found the edge of his jaw.

“Kookie,” he whispered, and felt a full body shiver go through Jungkook. “I think ‘oppa’ would be more appropriate, don’t you?”

The sound Jungkook made wasn’t a word in any language Namjoon knew, but suddenly he was pulling away and yanking at his own shirt, pulling it up and over his head saying, “Yes, yes, ok, oppa, yes.” So basically, Namjoon was pretty sure that this was going somewhere good.

He only managed to stop Jungkook as he was fumbling with his own belt. “Baby,” he chuckled, keeping his voice low. “Let’s take our time, sweetheart. Let me.” He unbuckled Jungkook’s belt slowly with Jungkook’s hands hovering over his. Namjoon could tell he was doing his best not to hurry this along. That’s how they usually did it—tearing off clothes or already naked and fresh from the shower. Speaking of—

“Let’s get in the shower, baby,” Namjoon whispered with his lips pressed against Jungkook’s again. “It’ll help you relax. Both of us. You’re already driving me crazy.”

A shower is a good idea because, while he can’t seem to keep his hands off of Jungkook for more than a few seconds at a time, it takes a bit of the edge out of the moment. Truthfully, he’d never showered with any of the women he’d been with, but he’d always wanted to, and he really did like showering with Jungkook. He washes Jungkook’s hair. Jungkook washes Namjoon’s back. It’s familiar and comfortable and soft, and it reminds Namjoon that they do have these moments, and he loves them just as much as the harder ones.

After they’ve dried off and made it back to the bedroom, Namjoon takes him in his arms and kisses him slowly, unhurriedly the way he wishes he did more often. Jungkook lets him take his time. Lets Namjoon kiss across his neck using just his lips and tongue—not biting or bruising like he usually does. “Let me touch you, baby,” he whispers against Jungkook’s skin.

No, Jungkook’s skin doesn’t give much no matter where Namjoon puts his fingers. His skin is soft, but it smells like his cedar and cypress body wash. Unmistakably male: musky and hard. Underneath that skin, though, Jungkook is quivering with the effort to stay still and let Namjoon touch him. Passive, Namjoon thinks with a smile against Jungkook’s belly.

“Can I, baby?” He thumbs over the skin just above Jungkook’s heavy cock. Teasing and asking for a permission he hasn’t had to ask for in a long time. “Can oppa touch you? Will you let me?”

“God, yes, oppa, do it,” Jungkook gasps and his belly jumps beneath Namjoon’s thumbs, and Namjoon can’t help but think it: God, he’s so easy for me.

He’d intentionally hidden the lube out of sight because he really did want to maintain the illusion. Not that Jungkook is paying any attention because now Namjoon’s mouth is on his cock and he’s swallowing him all the way down in a way that betrays that this is absolutely not the first time he’s had his mouth here. Again, Jungkook is not complaining.

Still, he shouldn’t be so shocked when he feels Namjoon’s fingers sliding up behind his balls, up, up until two of them are pressing against his hole. Jungkook keens loud in the quiet room.

“You’re already so wet for me, baby,” Namjoon pulls off just long enough to say. “Can I touch you here? Is that ok?”

“Yes, yes, yes,” Jungkook chants, clutching Namjoon’s hair and shoulders. Namjoon can feel him trying not to pull him onto his cock. Can feel the restraint that Jungkook almost never uses.

Intentionally keeping things slow has some real benefits, Namjoon decides. For one, Jungkook is absolutely writhing on his fingers. His knees are shaking where they’re still doing their best to support his own weight. Jungkook’s cock in his mouth is drooling precome on every upstroke. It’s probably the soft, insistent pressure Namjoon is putting on his prostate, but Namjoon likes to imagine that even Jungkook’s body has gotten into character with the way he’s dripping for him.

“So wet,” he whispers, pulling off and rising to his feet. He keeps two fingers inside of Jungkook—can’t bear the thought of taking them away when Jungkook is whimpering and shaking against his chest. “I want to get inside you, baby. I’ll make it so good, I promise.”

Even as he says it, he knows that it’s awful that he’s probably said these exact words to a woman before. But by this point, they’d already made up their mind about fucking him even if some insecure part of him still believed he had to convince them. The thought makes heat rise to his face, and he’s sure Jungkook has risen out of his lust haze enough to notice that.

He’s laid Jungkook down and spread him out on their fresh sheets and is taking just a moment to rock against him when Jungkook kisses him again and says, “You were a real sweet talker with the ladies, huh?”

“Not really,” Namjoon giggles into Jungkook’s neck but doesn’t stop the slow motion of his hips. “I was a mess before you.”

Jungkook hums. And then: “Is this what you’d do with Megan?” Namjoon is pretty sure he hears a note of insecurity under all of the arousal in Jungkook’s voice.

He pulls back to look into Jungkook’s eyes. They’re smiling and shining and so black and soft, and fuck he loves this person so fucking much. “This is what I’d do with you.’

This close, he can actually see Jungkook’s eyes well up with tears. That’s how close he is. Can’t help but kiss him and kiss him. But even Namjoon’s patience has limits. This time, he doesn’t try to hide the lube, but he does intentionally use way too much. He should’ve laid a towel down. He’s forgotten about that part. He’s going to have to change the sheets again.

And he’s right because there’s lube everywhere. It eases the slide between them. Namjoon’s cock slides against Jungkooks on one thrust and then under his balls and into the cleft of his ass and right up against his hole on the next. It punches a moan out of Jungkook temporarily derails his intentions. Makes Namjoon feral. He thrusts against the wet heat there once, twice, three times hard and fast between the juncture of Jungkook’s thighs, his balls, his ass. Jungkook’s body is slippery exactly as Namjoon had described, and he knows Jungkook feels it. Knows he gets it. Because all of his patience is out of the window and he’s rutting against Namjoon’s belly too.

“Inside me. Now, please? I need it, Joonie, please,” he’s begging, and fuck now Namjoon has to. He takes a few steadying breaths to regain himself, though. Kookie wants it how I’d give it to a woman. That’s how he’s going to get it.

He lifts one of Jungkook’s legs into the bend of his elbow and sinks in slowly—much more slowly than he’s used to. Much more slowly than he knows Jungkook can take. It’s worth it because Jungkook’s back leaves the mattress, and he cries out so beautifully he could be singing.

Jungkook’s eyes have rolled back, and his mouth is open in a perfect ‘o’. For a second, Namjoon rests there to take it in. The taught lines of his neck and chest. The fragile place below his ribs craning up to him like an offering. Jungkook’s mouth is moving quietly around words, and when he leans in closer, pressing their chests together, Namjoon hears him gasping, “Oppa, oppa.”

The first slow thrust into that tight, wet heat turns Namjoon’s brain to static. By the end of the second, he’s wondering why the fuck they never thought to use this much lube because fuck it makes Jungkook’s insides feel like heaven. There’s no way he’s going to last which is embarrassing but thrilling because it’s the concern that drove every single one of his sexual encounters with women. Always have to make them come first. That’s how you know you did it right. And Namjoon loved doing it right.

The problem is that the thing he just knows is going to do it for Jungkook is going to do it for him too. He slows his thrusts even more if possible and brings a hand to Jungkook’s face. His eyes are closed, and Namjoon watches him. Those impossible lashes and that plush bottom lip he has to lean forward to taste.

Jungkook’s eyes open, and he looks so utterly fucked out and taken apart that Namjoon knows he has him right where he wants him.

“God, you’re so wet,” he gasps into Jungkook’s neck. “So fucking good inside, baby. So wet for me. So sweet for me, babygirl.”

Jungkook’s grip tightens on his back, blunt nails scraping into his skin as he groans. “Fuck, Joonie oppa. Fuck, fuck, I can’t… again. Again!”

Namjoon can do that. “Such a good girl for me, Kookie,” he whispers, shoving hard but keeping the slow pace. Namjoon knows that Jungkook can come like this with his cock trapped between their bellies and Namjoon’s cock pressing hard against his prostate. Wants him to come like this. Wants to follow him over the edge.

“Baby, can you come for me?” Namjoon whispers hot against his ear. “Your pussy is so good, baby… so wet. I can’t hold on much longer… need to come inside you. Can I, baby? Can I come inside your pussy?”

That’s all it takes. Jungkook will probably never, ever want to talk about it, but it’s true because he’s coming hard between them on a sound that might be a scream if it weren’t muffled into Namjoon’s chest.

Namjoon is listening to those muffled sounds, on the very edge himself, when it hits him. It isn’t the ‘pussy’ thing that does it for him in the end or even the soft, whimper-y sounds Jungkook is making in the aftershocks of his orgasm. It’s this thing that he’s never noticed that tips him over the edge:

Slowed down and buried inside him like this, he can feel Jungkook’s heartbeat.

He can’t remember coming this hard before Jungkook. Can’t remember anything, now, before Jungkook because maybe it was different but it was never like this.

There’s also the added benefit that he absolutely does not worry about crushing Jungkook when he falls on top of him, exhausted. Jungkook is still breathing hard, and Namjoon suspects that he’s crying a little, so he gathers Jungkook against his shoulder and holds him there for a few long minutes.

Finally, he can’t help himself: “If you were a woman, I’d change the sheets so you could sleep in a clean bed,” Namjoon chuckles. “But you’re going to have to imagine that part. It’s not sexy, trust me.”

“Hmmm… s’ok,” Jungkook’s eyes are closed, and he seems so relaxed now that Namjoon is pretty sure he doesn’t give a damn about the sheets. Namjoon can hear the smirk and can almost guess what’s coming next. “Just hold me, oppa.”

“Please don’t ever call me that again,” Namjoon groans. He cracks an eye open and Jungkook is smiling. Who is he kidding? Namjoon would let him call him anything he wanted as long as he did it for the rest of their lives. He doesn’t say this, though. Instead, “I’ve got to blow the candles out.”

“You already blew my candles out.”

Jungkook giggles against his chest, and Namjoon knows he has to feel all of the love in there that’s threatening to spill out all over the place. Just when he thinks the giggles have subsided, they’re back.

Maybe Namjoon is easy for Jungkook too.