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'cause young blood is different

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seokjin quite likes jungkook.

he especially likes him this way, he thinks with a wry grin.

"if you come," he pants, rolling down and stifling a moan when he's met with a particularly sinful suck against his rim, "noona will be, hah, so disappointed in you, baby. don't you want to make noona proud? show me what a big boy you are."

a strangled sound from below, high-pitched and desperate, and jungkook licks into him with renewed vigour, tongue hot and needy. seokjin doesn't miss the way his cock jumps in the confine of his pants, outline thick and pulsing and wetting a steadily growing patch at the front.

seokjin's got jungkook right where he wants; writhing underneath him, knees propped up and shirt bunched right up under his arms, palms splayed flat over his own pecs and trapped beneath seokjin's hands. he's stuck with nowhere to go and nothing to do but lie still with his head between his boyfriend’s heel-clad legs and work his mouth over seokjin, letting him push into the wet heat of his tongue repeatedly.

it's absolutely filthy, the way jungkook just takes what seokjin will give him, eats him out and lets moan after moan tumble past his lip and rumble into seokjin. the way he's helpless, abs clenching and legs trembling as seokjin rocks himself onto his boyfriend.

he doesn’t miss the way jungkook’s hands slip and shake violently against his chest, trying to pry away from the hold seokjin has on them, but seokjin doesn’t let up, puts all his weight into his own palms to keep jungkook still and pushes his ass back down over that filthy mouth of his.

“you like this, don’t you?” seokjin rolls his hips back and forth, and jungkook’s tongue follows, chasing and desperate. “could so easily, ah, throw me off, but you like being a little bitch for noona.” another helpless hiccup, and seokjin throws his head back, lacy kimono slipping down his shoulder and pink cock peeking through the slit of his garment.

the way jungkook keens below him and kicks a leg out when seokjin presses down just a tad bit more forceful, entire body pulled taught, has seokjin swiftly raising himself up and turning around, backing up until he’s sitting with his ass flush against jungkook’s clothed cock and his thighs bracketing his waist.

jungkook sobs, and seokjin laughs, breathless and giddy as he brushes sweaty bangs from his forehead.

his boyfriend’s not quite there, chest heaving beneath him and eyes glassy with want, cheeks flushed pink and embarrassed and treacherous to how much he loves this. now that his hands are free he can’t seem to figure out what to do with them, fists clenching open and closed on his chest. his mouth is slack and red and completely ruined, the mix of saliva and lube coating his lips shiny and wet.

he looks absolutely wrecked, and all this, just for seokjin; it brings a rush of pleasure coursing through his veins.

“such a baby,” he coos, leaning forward to brush a thumb over his boyfriend’s lips, and he hears him suck in a sharp breath. “almost came in your pants just from eating me out, and we haven’t even started.”

“m’not a baby,” jungkook protests weakly. seokjin smiles when he feels hands settle over his waist, lifting the hem of his kimono up an inch and letting the top of his thigh-highs peek through. “m’not, i’m twenty-two, i—”

seokjin doesn’t let him finish; swiftly moves his hand from jungkook’s mouth up into his hair, fingers slipping between dark locks and pulling tight. he’s unforgiving when he hauls him into a sitting position, and jungkook lets him, gasps as he’s cut off and pulled back to look up into seokjin’s eyes, back arching slightly and eyes watering.

“twenty-two,” seokjin repeats, mocking pout on his face, feeling jungkook tightens his hands around seokjin’s waist, silk folding between his fingers. “think you know everything; that you’re an adult. but you’re just out of college, barely out into the world.” he gives another harsh yank, baring jungkook’s neck further back, and he doesn’t miss the way his boyfriend’s adam apple bobs harshly. “you’re just a little boy, aren’t you?”

seokjin grinds down, relishes when jungkook whines and bucks back up into the touch, heat pooling into his gut slow and intoxicating. he hears jungkook’s breath stutter when he starts kissing at his neck, nose brushing over his jaw.

“just a scared, little baby,” seokjin continues, licking at the glistening skin, “who can barely hold on when i tell him to.”

“n-no,” jungkook gasps petulantly, childishly, despite the position he’s in; seokjin raises his head, and is met with jungkook’s gaze, a touch defiant behind the haze that lingers, and oh, does seokjin love this. “i’m a grown-up, i can—ah!”

seokjin smirks as jungkook jolts, hips thrusting at the harsh pinch over his nipple through his shirt. he does it again, and jungkook shakes against his relentless touch.

“you can what, jungkook? hm? make noona feel good? with this,” another push against his cock, another moan rising into the air, hands squeezing at seokjin’s sides, “little cock of yours? this measly little thing?” jungkook’s cheeks are cherry red with shame, eyes squeezed shut and lips bitten bruised.

when there’s no answer, seokjin gives another sharp tug at his hair, leaning over him; tightens his hold enough for it to burn as his boyfriend reflexively jerks away from the sensation, blinks teary, wide eyes open.

“well?” he prompts, shaking jungkook lightly. “can you? can you take care of noona?"

jungkook moans and nods eagerly, and seokjin, satisfied, pulls back and lets go. leaves his boyfriend’s lap, slinks off the bed to stand before him, heels clacking against the wood floor of their room.

“get up,” and jungkook hastily complies, scrambling to stand up. seokjin grins at the show of obedience. “take your pants off.”

he watches silently as jungkook obeys, fumbles with the zipper of his pants before chucking them and his underwear off, lets them pool at his feet and steps out of them as he’s left with just his shirt on. his cock bobs free and dark pink, head slick with precome, and seokjin hums.

he steps forward, until he’s pressed flushed against jungkook and feels the heat of his cock against his own through the fabric of his kimono. he’s already a little taller than jungkook, but with the added height of his heels, he looms over him. like this, jungkook looks so much more vulnerable, mouth parted and eyes fluttering upwards as seokjin slips a hand down to scratch at the v-line peeking below the hem of his shirt.

“here’s what you’re going to do, handsome,” seokjin breathes against jungkook’s mouth, feeling his boyfriend’s stomach jump under his touch. “if you want to prove to me how well you can give cock, how grown-up you are, you’re going to have to follow noona’s rules.”

jungkook listens, eyes wide and pupils blown, and seokjin quirks his lips upwards. he grabs his boyfriend’s hands, brings them down to slide over his thighs, grazing over nylon and then skin until they slip underneath his kimono and settle over his bare cheeks. jungkook follows easily, cupping and spreading the flesh with a groan.

“pick me up,” seokjin orders, knowing jungkook is helpless but to obey.

the force with which he hauls him up, forearms bracketing the back of seokjin’s thighs, has one of his heels tumble off his foot and clack against the floor, and seokjin is quick to kick off the other one before squeezing his calves against jungkook’s hips. he slides his hands up his chest, until they rest right above his pecs, fingers splayed beneath the wrinkled fabric of his shirt.

“my, what big boy muscles you have, jungkook-ah,” he mocks, and jungkook flushes furiously. seokjin grins, because oh, is this going to be fun. “let’s see how long they hold up, shall we?”

“what—” jungkook shifts around, bracing one arm beneath seokjin’s ass and the other slinking upwards, fingers tracing over his spine in molten patterns. “what did you have in mind?”

seokjin grinds forward, effectively trapping his own hardening length between them, and jungkook bucks into nothing when the head of seokjin’s cock slips through the slit of his kimono, pressing onto his chest hot and heavy and smearing a trail of precome.

“you’re going to fuck me like this.” seokjin revels in the way jungkook’s eyes immediately glaze over at the words. “you’re going to hold me with those big muscles of yours, show me how big and strong you are, and you’re going to fuck me into the wall, see if you're able to fill me up nice and good.” he gives a light pat against jungkook’s cheek. “how does that sound, baby?”

seokjin—

a smack cuts across the room, and jungkook’s head whips to the side, eyes stunned and breath ragged. seokjin rubs over the cheek he’d just hit, ruddy and scorching and lovely.

“what was that?” he asks, tone mocking. “one more time, handsome.”

jungkook gulps, eyes glossy; he’s so far gone, eager to please, and a stab of heat bursts through seokjin’s core.

“n… noona.” seokjin hums, pleased.

“that’s more like it. now, what do you think? want to make noona feel good?”

yes,” jungkook hisses, already shifting to accommodate him, and seokjin moves with him, grinning.

in a few swift steps, jungkook carries them away from the bed and shoves seokjin against the wall with a grunt, fingers pushing into the flesh of his thighs and trapping him; it brings a renewed rush of arousal to seokjin. he wraps his legs around jungkook's waist and slots his arms around his neck as his boyfriend steadies them.

this close, seokjin can feel jungkook’s heartbeat against his own ribcage, beating wild and thudding. he sees his pretty skin flushed all over and damp, mouth still slack and wet with lube, dirty all over. most of all, he can feel the scorching heat of jungkook’s cock against his backside, heavy and wanting.

seokjin raises an eyebrow; rolls downwards, loving the surprised pleasure that flickers across his boyfriend’s face, mouth parting in a silent moan.

"well?” he slips a hand under jungkook’s shirt, nails leaving little marks across his spine. “get to it, handsome.”