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They clash in the parking lot neither refusing to back off. And of course Jungkook's go-to choice of weapon is to taunt Seokjin out of spite just to get under his skin. Deliberately picking at the nerves, attentively searching for the crack in Seokjin’s facade. He always enjoyed breaking down the walls Seokjin so proudly surrounded himself with.
On the other hand the infamous hacker holds his ground. Like an unrelenting pillar refusing to resort to Jungkook's will. Flaring at the childish jabs aimed at himself, Seokjin kisses his teeth before reminding Jungkook of his place. Relays his years of experience and age as leverage for authority. Jungkook scoffs and rolls his eyes.
“Don’t pull that age shit on me, you know it doesn’t work.”
He corners Seokjin against the car's side. briefly drinks in the disguise Seokjin had taken. A treat for his eyes for every time they met. “listen. you might be older than me hyung , but don’t forget.”
Jungkook plants both hands on the hood effectively trapping Seokjin in his arms. He licks his lips.
“I’m the one who holds the leash.”
The frown on Seokjin’s face melts when Jungkook kisses him. their rehashed act shatters as eager hands cling onto each other's clothes. Jungkook ravenously pulls Seokjin in, indulges himself with the taste of his hyung after months apart. He steps retreats with the hacker in his arms. with his free hand Jungkook hurriedly throws the back door open before pushing his hyung into the backseat. relief washes over at the familiar moans thaqt Jungkook longed to hear during the forlorn nights.
Revitalised by the warmth under his fingertips — abstaining from Seokjin has starved Jungkook drastically. But he isn’t alone as Seokjin mirrors his ache, fingers tangling into the raven locks. embraced by Jungkook’s cologne which had long vanished from the pillow beside his.
Nourishment takes hold on Seokjin as he wraps his slender legs around Jungkook’s waist. eyes closed, he almost drifts away with the mouth gently trailing kisses along his neck.
“I want you,” Jungkook licks and sucks over the layered necklaces. “I want to dig my teeth in your throat and eat you whole.”
Seokjin’s laughter rings in the space. He then pushes himself up by his forearms, glances at Jungkook awkwardly towering over him. There’s clearly not enough space for the both of them like this.
He then wraps Jungkook’s tie around his wrist, tugging him closer. “bite me." Seokjin's heart skips at the foreboding shroud in the other's eyes. ominously dark yet intense enough to lure Seokjin in. "sign my death with your teeth.”
Jungkook smirks at the reply, “there’s no going back.”
“I’m aware.”
His right hand carefully untangles Seokjin’s from his tie, releasing the fingers one by one. Jungkook holds their gaze through his eyelashes. He brings the hand to his lips and kisses the knuckle.
“Good.” Jungkook then gets to work, palms whispering down the figure. Returning to the collarbone and resumes caressing the skin.
Reverently savouring the taste, enamoured at the distinct scent of lavender and milk with notes of honey. He lets the fragrance fill his lungs as his tongue envelops Seokjin’s nipple.
Jungkook smiles at the soft whimper when his teeth grazed slightly around the areola. He latches on, tongue dragging over the hardening bud. Playfully circling before Jungkook sucked on it.
Seokjin writhes in his hold. Hands clambering onto the proclaimed muscle man, enticed by the flicker of pleasure in his belly. He inadvertently pushes his chest out when the soft muscle presses his nipple in.
“J-Jungkook,” Seokjin finds his voice again. “Stop stalling.”
He raises an eyebrow, without a second thought he sucks the bud then gently bites. His hyung yelps in response, the glower Jungkook receives brightens his smug smile. “No please?”
Nonetheless, he moves downwards, hands now bracing the round yet wide hips. The action taker freezes, lifts himself up when he comes in contact with something soft. Jungkook blinks, thumb running along the waistband once more to reassure that he wasn’t just imagining things.
“You knew.”
Seokjin tilts his head, “knew what?”
“You planned this didn’t you hyung? Knowingly taking this mission so we can meet.” He clicks his tongue at his theory, “did you miss me that much?”
The hacker gave a one sided shoulder shrug, unaffected by the accusation. “Believe whatever you want. You were just here.”
“Then tell me,” he fingers slip under the lace panty. Fanning under the thin material, “do you always wear something this… risque during missions?”
Seokjin blamed the humidity for his mussed hair and rosy skin, accompanied by the black attire that Seokjin had strewn across the interior of his car. “What? They’re comfortable. I'm not wearing them for you, if that’s what you think.”
Straightening his spine, Jungkook pauses to silently stare down at his hyung. left almost bare except the jewellery and underwear. Refusing to believe Seokjin’s claim, Jungkook instead was determined to make his hyung admit that he missed him.
“Fine.”
shrugging off the denim jacket and tie to the side Jungkook removes his vest next. “If that’s how you want to play then so be it.” ignoring Seokjin’s confusion, he proceeds to unbuckle his jeans before taking his half hard cock out.
Jungkook spits in his palm and leisurely jerks himself off. “You’re telling me that you didn’t miss this?” He roughly pulls Seokjin closer, and strokes himself over Seokjin’s crotch.
“Don’t be shy, baby. I know how much you’ve missed this. the familiar stretch when I sink in, how fulfilling it is when I angle just right and hit home.”
Seokjin chews on his bottom lip, eyes locked onto the tattooed hand, moving up and down. He could feel the weight of Jungkook’s cock against him. Every so often, Jungkook subtly rubbed the crown against the material. the unbidden whimper began to make its way up his throat.
“Poor hyung, you must’ve been so lonely.”
He then tugs panty aside to slip his cock in. Seokjin gasps, fixed at the motion happening between them.
His dormant ache was breaching the surface. heart pedalling faster as Jungkook takes advantage of his shock.
“I can imagine how frustrated you were all those nights. trying to fill the void with your toys that were all useless.”
Jungkook draws back and slants himself over the folds. satisfied, he resumes the pace. indulging himself with the soft heat. oblivious to Seokjin, Jungkook’s own words were a double-edged sword.
He was just as starved as Seokjin is. the empty orgasms, the need to feel his hyung’s walls envelop him again. ached to have Seokjin under him once more.
But he keeps the facade up, amused at the others on resolve. “Just say that you missed me.”
Seokjin shakes his head, “you’re so annoying. n-not everything is about you.”
He feels Seokjin squirm in his grip when he pushes between the folds. gradually basks at the welcoming his cock. the growing mess they’ve created stains through the panty.
Smearing around Jungkook’s cock as he repeatedly nudges against the clit with each push. Jungkook then hooks Seokjin’s left leg over his shoulder.
He nuzzled against the knee and pouted. “you’re not obsessed with me like I’m with you?”
The hacker adapts to the new position, lower half slightly off the seats. his forearms were now his only pillar against Jungkook.
“No, you freak.”
Jungkook’s lips brushes his calves, fingers drumming over Seokjin’s thighs. “so mean.” he reels back on the teasing and focuses more on Seokjin’s cunt. rutting more into the encasing heat, watches the head vaguely appear through Seokjin’s panty.
Slowly yet firmly applying pressure. Jungkook’s taunts come to fruition when he catches Seokjin's attempts on subtly arching into him.
Seokjin releases a yelp at the flash of tinge. Jungkook had bitten him, licking over the fresh mark he says.
“Behave yourself.”
The glare Seokjin gained elicited an icy chill. Just as Jungkook opens his mouth a phone rings, after a beat Jungkook takes the device from his back pocket.
Seokjin notes the change in his demeanour when Jungkook looks at the caller before answering.
“Yes?”
They maintain eye contact, Jungkook balances the phone between his cheek and shoulder. interested, the hacker tries to listen in. whoever was on the other end had a deep timbre.
“Do you want me to head there now?”
Jungkook listens studiously, nodding along to a string of jumbled words bubbling from the speaker. Seokjin almost jumps when Jungkook pulls back. wide eyes piercing into Jungkook who smirks. a gleam of mischief in his eyes when he grinds. the crown of his cock teasing the clit.
“Understood.” The growing wet patch was now obvious. Jungkook had half the mind to rip the panty right off and get down to it but that wasn’t part of his plan. for now.
Jungkook quickly glances around before taking a marker from the backseat pocket. He swiftly uncaps the pen with his teeth and spits it on the floor.
Seokjin stifled a moan behind his hands when the younger leans forward. eyelashes fluttering as he feels the thick head finally enter.
He finds himself reacquainted with said daunting stretch. Seokjin’s walls conformed to the thick cock filling in, the hacker hated that Jungkook was right. Hated acknowledging the lingering truth in the hitman’s harmless bite.
The truth was he intended them to meet. However, Seokjin would never dare to confess his lonely nights of shameful desperation. The muscle memory of his thumbs searching for Jungkook’s contact on his phone, how every stupid thing reminded him of none other than Jungkook. How Seokjin manages to find Seokjin in everything he sees.
The breaking point was when the stolen hoodie had lost Jungkook’s cologne. this had instantly awakened Seokjin's dormant craving after being weeks, no - months away, Seokjin felt as though the distance between them had grown worlds apart.
Suddenly, everything was too much. Consumed by distress, Seokjin puts his career on the line. Risks himself to be seen as the ugly rot inside screams for validation. Seokjin wanted to be touched. To be deeply loved enough to drown in it and Jungkook is the only one who can numb his anguish.
It was humiliating yet terrifyingly relieving how someone, like Jungkook, can remind Seokjin that he needed him to feel sane.
They rarely discuss the nature of their relationship. despite the many chances they had neither have really spoken up by it. There was no point in getting their words or feelings across with the little time they have. Why bother when at the end of every rendezvous they leave satisfied?
That’s what all that matters in the end.
The hacker is ripped from the storm of uncertainties by the felt tip. He shoots a glare at the younger hastily writing a list of coordinates across his inner thigh. Restlessly squirms within his grip as the rough nib scrawls the skin.
“Affirmative. ETA in twenty five minutes.” Jungkook hangs up, then chucks his phone in the back seat. “Sorry baby, looks like I'm gonna have to pick things up.”
Jungkook plunges deep fucking Seokjin without pulling out. He pulls him closer, securing both legs over his shoulder as he moves. Fingerprints imprinting onto the soft thighs whilst he savours every hitch in hyung’s voice.
“Don’t hold back.” his lips brush against the knee, “wanna hear you beg for me–admit how much you really need me.”
Ragged gasps spill whilst his back slides down the seats. Hands clambering onto the leather surface for stability with the way Jungkook rocking into him. He groans when the back of his head bumps the door handle.
“Hyung, seokjin hyung.” the younger looms over, struggling to balance himself and Seokjin in a crowded place. Despite the restriction, Jungkook persists, urgently chasing the blooming yet burning mirth. “Say it.”
Through the haze, Seokjin’s breathing quickly grows laboured. Red ears burning under the heat of Jungkook’s gaze, the obscene noise from their bodies becoming one. How the vehicle was not so subtly moving by sheer force.
His stomach drops when he glances behind Jungkook. Door wide open, inviting a slither of cold air within the compact. He’d entirely forgotten where they were and the reality of consequences that awaits if they get caught. Seokjin couldn’t deny his arousal.
Jungkook makes Seokjin’s legs wrap around his waist instead. “Excited that we might get caught?” Seokjin gasps at the sudden thrust. “So am i.”
The heels of Seokjin’s feet dig into his back. “Jungkook!” he chokes out a strained whimper, the sheen of sweat rubbing against the leather was uncomfortable. It overpowered the dull ache in his neck and back, but it was nothing compared to the thick cock driving inside him.
Its thick crown never fails to hit the sweet spot, the fulfilling stretch that made Seokjin’s velvety walls remember every inch and vein of its shape. “Fuck—please. There!”
Jungkook cages his arms on either side of Seokjin’s face. Peering over his muses features, he licks his lips. “D’you want it? Want me to stuff you full until all you can think about is me?”
“Say it.” He grounds his hips, “Tell me what you need.”
His perfectly manicured nails rake onto the biceps. “You–I need you. I missed you, P-please give it to me.”
Jungkook’s smirk ghosts over Seokjin’s swollen lips. “Of course baby.”
His voice becomes taut. Knotted in his throat whilst Jungkook erratically fucks him into the seats. Seokjin’s name peels through his gritted teeth, sensitivity overwhelmed by Jungkook’s unyielding libido.
Elation storms through the hacker, numbing his mind blank. Seokjin arches at the heat constricting below, vaguely discerning the mouth lingering along his jaw. The consuming turmoil of fire licking his skin, tears pricking his eyes whilst Jungkook fucks him through his orgasm.
The pulsing momentum drags on even as Seokjin quivers from his own aftermath. Fevered pants drawn out when Jungkook drives in, it heightens once more when he reaches his peak,
“Stop,” he writhes under hands climbing onto Jungkook’s back. “Too much - Ah!” Seokjin whines at the continuous movement, the fleeting bliss has left him feeling hazy. Raw, exposed for Jungkook to devour, enduring the frantic stutter that ends in finality as he comes deep.
The mess inevitably spilling down their legs, pooling under. Their ragged breaths add to the humidity within the car. Rendered pliant, Seokjin resigns to the tongue licking off his tears, the cooing voice sewn between kisses threading down his throat.
“Get off you’re too heavy,” he knees Jungkook's side. “You and your stupid muscles.”
In retaliation, Jungkook abruptly pulls out then shoves in, prompting a sharp cry. “You love it, hyung.”
He scowled with a flushed face. Seokjin curses Jungkook under his breath as the younger laughs against his chest. He kisses the skin and then moves back to meet them at eye level.
“Next time, I’ll be the one to hunt you down.” He takes Seokjin’s right hand into his own and kisses the knuckles one by one.
“How do you know if you're the hunter and not a prey?” jeered Seokjin with a tired smile.
He tilts his head and grins into the back of Seokjin’s fingers.
“Only time will tell.”