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Jungkook feels silly, now that he’s done all of this. Maybe it was a silly thing to do. He gets embarrassed so easily with these kind of things, but. He wanted to do something for Hoseok for Christmas, is all.

It started a couple months ago, when Jungkook was borrowing Hoseok’s laptop to finish a report for work after his own laptop’s charger port broke, leaving him with a fairly useless hunk of metal and a deadline.

He didn’t mean to find Hoseok’s porn folder, but it wasn’t especially difficult. There was a folder right there in his bookmarks bar just labelled with an eggplant emoji, for god’s sake. So maybe, instead of writing his report while Hoseok was asleep after a long day of teaching, he perused his porn folder instead.

They’ve been dating for three years and living together for one of them, it’s not like anything in it shocked Jungkook. He likes to think he has a good grasp on Hoseok’s sexual preferences and desires, and he and Hoseok are pretty upfront about their wants and needs. So it was more, uh, recreational than anything else.

Most of it was predictable: gay porn videos with an assortment of men in an assortment of situations, for an assortment of Hoseok’s moods, Jungkook guessed. Some stuff with women in it too, which also didn’t surprise Jungkook, but as he clicked on various bookmarks, he noticed something. In almost all the videos with women, they were all wearing lingerie. Some more elaborate than others, but. All the women were in lace, or mesh, or sheer robes. It wasn’t that uncommon, he figured — he’s watched a good amount of straight porn in his life. A lot of them have lingerie, don’t they?

Except he kept clicking, and it became obvious it wasn’t a coincidence. Lower on the list were striptease videos, and some of the bookmarks were just photographs of women in leather bustiers and thigh-high stockings.

Huh, he thought. That’s a new one.

He considered bringing it up. Hoseok would find it funny, that Jungkook was snooping around. But something stopped him every time. It was a little seed of interest, of curiosity, and it kept sprouting in his mind at odd times.

He mulled it over for a month or so, before he finally had to confer with someone.

“Hyung,” he said over lunch with Jimin one Saturday afternoon. It was probably poor timing, but Jungkook never cared much about things like that. “Have you ever worn lingerie?”

Jimin swallowed the bite of noodles he was eating with some difficulty, looking at Jungkook incredulously. “Pardon fucking me?”

“Have you ever worn lingerie?” Jungkook asked again. They were sitting at Jimin’s kitchen table; Jimin invited him over to help construct some of the furniture he and Seokjin had been too lazy to build when they moved in together a couple weeks ago, and they were on a lunch break.

“God, do you know how many men have asked me that?” Jimin asked, wiping black bean sauce off his lips with his mouth still full.

“I can see why, you’re a picture of sex appeal,” Jungkook said blankly as Jimin shoved more noodles in his mouth. It’s true what they say, that couples start to resemble each other over time, Jungkook thought. Jimin was exhibiting the same slightly gross single-minded pursuit of noodles that Jungkook had seen on Seokjin’s face countless times.

Jimin rolled his eyes. “I am, thank you. But no, I haven’t. Seems uncomfortable. Why?”

Jungkook shrugged. “I was thinking about it.”

Jimin stared at him, clearly expecting more. “You cannot just ask me about wearing women’s underwear in the middle of lunch and expect that I’m going to let it go without an explanation.”

“I was thinking, maybe...you know, for Hoseok,” Jungkook said, looking down at his food as he went pink. “Is that stupid?”

“Not if he’d like it and you’d like it, no. Everything about sex is stupid, it’s just a matter of being into it,” Jimin said sagely with a shrug. “Anyway, you should ask Taehyung, I’m willing to bet he’s done it before.”

 

Sure enough, Jimin was right — Taehyung had experience in the area.

“Oh, it’s fun,” Taehyung told him airily. They were out shopping, because it really was getting to be Christmas shopping time, and Jungkook had asked the question as quietly as he was able to. “You wanna get some?”

“What, like...now?” Jungkook asked him, looking around in the stationery store they were in like there were secret racks of lingerie somewhere.

“There’s a nice lingerie store a few blocks away,” Taehyung offered with a shrug. “Ooh, I could help you pick it out! That sounds so fun.”

It did not sound fun to Jungkook. “Taehyung,” Jungkook whined.

“Face it, if you don’t let me help you’ll sit around thinking about it for a month before you finally do it yourself, and then you won’t be able to buy it in time for Christmas,” Taehyung told him plainly. Jungkook hated when he was right, but he sighed in agreement.

As they stood in the lingerie section of a nice department store (Jungkook had turned down the lingerie boutique, because it sounded small and like there were a lot of sales associates that Jungkook could not handle lying to), Taehyung gave him a few pieces of advice that he took to heart. One was to get something “easy to wear,” as Taehyung put it. (“What I’m telling you is get something with enough room for your dick to actually fit in it. Other stuff is fun too, but —” Jungkook didn’t need him go on. He got the idea.) Another was Taehyung’s suggestion to avoid black. (“You always wear black. Do something more surprising.”) The third, and possibly most embarrassing, was Taehyung’s emphatic encouragement for Jungkook to buy stockings.

“You have such nice thighs,” Taehyung told him enthusiastically, looking Jungkook up and down.

Jungkook blushed. “Please stop objectifying me.”

“What else are best friends for? Come on, buy a garter. Oh, this is fun.”

It was an arduous couple of hours, featuring a lot of uncertainty over his fashion choices mixed with anxiety over whether or not he was getting the right size (since he definitely, definitely was not trying anything on.)

So, he thinks, looking at himself in the mirror. He hopes it was worth it. It really is hard not to feel silly, looking himself over. He went with a pastel pink for most of it, since white seemed too pale for his skin and bright colors seemed...too much. There was a lot of pink in Hoseok’s folder, if he remembers correctly. He’s wearing a pink lacey pair of underwear, covered in little rows of ruffles in the front, sheer lace in the back. There’s a pink garter belt, too, reaching down to clip onto white thigh-high stockings. Admittedly, it does make him feel...something close to sexy, he guesses.

He tried to make some other sexy preparations. He showered, and took the time to clean and prep himself a little. He styled his hair nicely, tousled the way Hoseok likes it. The bed is made, because both of them hate having sex on top of messy sheets, and there’s two candles lit. Maybe it’s sad that tidy sheets and scented candles are their indicators for sex, as a couple, but they can’t help that they like things neat, and Jungkook can’t help that he likes things to smell nice. Personally, Jungkook has always felt blessed that Hoseok understands his deep need to organize things and never leave dirty clothes on the floor.

He still has his white t-shirt on, and he’s standing there debating whether to take it off or put pants on — he has to commit to one or the other — when he hears the front door open.

“Hello,” Hoseok sing-songs from the door. His voice carries into the bedroom, through the open bedroom door. “I’m so happy Christmas is a Friday this year, I get a whole long weekend.”

Jungkook’s fight or flight instinct is triggered, and he has a second to contemplate his next move. He decides the only thing he has time to do is fling himself backward onto the bed in a slight panic. It’s not quite how he wanted this to go, but he thinks it’s better than an awkward stall while Jungkook figures out how to make this properly sexy.

“Hi, hyung,” Jungkook calls back. “Merry Christmas. I, um, have a surprise for you.”

“Ooh, a surprise?” Jungkook hears Hoseok say to himself. “Fun. Where are you?” There’s the sound of Hoseok putting his shoes up, hanging his coat, putting down his keys. Then soft footsteps down the hallway, closer to Jungkook.

“Bedroom,” Jungkook answers, leaning back on his elbows and trying to pose..seductively? As seductively as he can manage right now, in such unfamiliar waters.

But then there Hoseok is, standing in the doorway looking over Jungkook with wide eyes. “Oh,” Hoseok mutters in a shocked voice.

“Surprise?” Jungkook manages, giving him a small nervous smile.

“Jeon Jungkook,” Hoseok says, voice low, “What in the fuck?”

“Remember a while ago, when I was using your computer for work because mine was dead?” Jungkook asks him. He feels exposed, spread on his back like this.

Hoseok’s eyebrows furrow in confusion, and then he seems to realize what Jungkook’s getting at, going a little pink. Jungkook smirks at him. “Oh. And then you…Jungkook,” Hoseok says, looking him up and down openly, eyes still wide, expression wanting.

“So you like it?” Jungkook asks, aiming for something like confident, self-assured, but he thinks he sounds just as eager for encouragement as he feels, really.

“Like it,” Hoseok repeats in disbelief, “Like it. You look so fucking good, you look — god, I —” He stops talking, loosening his tie quickly before starting to unbutton his work shirt.

Jungkook can’t help it, he laughs, picking himself up off the bed and moving over to where Hoseok is still standing near the doorway.

It’s been a while since it’s been like this, since they had sex that was anything besides routine and simple. Not that there’s anything wrong with that — it’s in the moments where Hoseok asks him if he ever got the laundry out of the dryer while Jungkook rides him that Jungkook loves Hoseok very most, really. But maybe they’ve been missing a little excitement. Maybe it’s why the lingerie stuck in Jungkook’s mind, seemed like such an interesting thought to pursue.

“Jungkook-ah,” Hoseok says quietly, bringing a hand to rest on Jungkook’s waist. “You’re so pretty.”

Jungkook laughs quietly, covering his face. “That’s what I get? Pretty?”

“You look hot,” Hoseok tells him, moving his hand under Jungkook’s shirt, fingers running over the garter belt at his hips. “You look really fucking hot.”

“Yeah?” Jungkook asks. He feels a little more confident at that, at the way Hoseok’s looking at him like it’s not a joke at all. “Did I get it right? Do I look good?”

Most of the time, Jungkook lets Hoseok take the lead in bed. Jungkook likes it that way, likes the way Hoseok smirks and sets the pace of things, pushes him down and makes him feel taken care of. Sometimes, though. Sometimes Jungkook can’t resist playing with the way Hoseok’s always been a little weak for him. He knew it when he was in college and pretended to need extra dance lessons, just because Hoseok would fawn over him, and he knows it now. Sometimes Jungkook can’t resist grabbing that power when he sees it.

“You’re perfect,” Hoseok tells him, biting his lip. “God, you’re fucking perfect. I want…” he trails off, shaking his head.

“What do you want, hyung?” Jungkook asks in his most coy voice, corners of his lips upturned.

“God, I hate when you do that,” Hoseok says, breaking out of his overwhelmed expression to laugh a little.

Jungkook laughs back. “Do what?”

“Act like a fucking brat in bed,” Hoseok tells him. He finishes unbuttoning his work shirt before he places it (neatly) on top of his dresser, then moves onto the button on his pants.

Jungkook laughs, leans forward against Hoseok’s bare shoulder with the force of it.

“To be honest?” Hoseok asks, then seems to hesitate. Jungkook pulls away to look at him again, stepping in close to Hoseok’s space.

“Yeah?” He asks.

“I want you on your knees,” Hoseok says.

Jungkook doesn’t expect to be as turned on by it as he is. He’s been sucking Jung Hoseok’s dick for years now, surely at some point the act loses its luster. But there’s something about this, something about Jungkook dressed up pretty for Hoseok, about Hoseok telling him what to do, that does — well it does a lot for Jungkook. That’s not completely new. He likes being told what to do in bed, likes knowing he’s doing well, that he’s making Hoseok happy. But this feels different. Feels a little bit more.

In any case, he doesn’t hesitate. He gets to his knees fast enough that Hoseok almost laughs, until, you know, everything catches up with him. Jungkook looks up at Hoseok, hands on his hips, and Hoseok bites his lip again. He runs a hand through Jungkook’s hair, and Jungkook smiles up at him.

“Can you take your shirt off?” Hoseok asks him, voice so soft and sweet. Maybe too sweet for this, but. It’s how they are, really.

Jungkook pulls it over his head, hands it to Hoseok to put in the pile.

“God, you look good,” Hoseok says, hand pushing through Jungkook’s hair again. “Your legs…”

Jungkook gives a shy smile, shifting a little in his position. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” Hoseok agrees. Jungkook leans in and presses a kiss to his hip, then the top of his thigh. Hoseok’s already half-hard, which Jungkook will take as a compliment, and it doesn’t take much to get him the rest of the way there. Jungkook is sitting primly on his legs so they’re folded underneath him, so Hoseok can see the stockings on his thighs from his angle above Jungkook, and it’s not sustainable but it does feel a little powerful.

“God,” Hoseok sighs when Jungkook gets his mouth around him properly, when he’s done teasing.

Jungkook hums in acknowledgement, enjoying how quickly all of this is getting to Hoseok. He’s been doing this for years, sure, but this time he tries a little harder. Puts a little more effort in than he does on regular Thursday nights when they’re lying on the couch together, or lazy Saturday mornings when they have a free moment. He wants this to be special, to be good, to be memorable. So maybe it’s not surprising when after only a few minutes, Hoseok puts his hand in Jungkook’s hair to steady him and says, “Baby, I don’t wanna be done this fast.”

Jungkook pulls off, breathing a little uneven. “Oh. Sorry, I...was enjoying myself,” he admits, looking up at Hoseok. “You wanna do something else?”

“God, I wanna do everything,” Hoseok says, bringing a hand down to cup Jungkook’s cheek.

“I like a stretch goal,” Jungkook tells him with a grin.

Hoseok snorts, rolls his eyes. “Get on the bed.”

So Jungkook does. Pulls himself up off his knees (which are already starting to hurt) and sits on the edge, looks at Hoseok expectantly.

“Lay on your back,” Hoseok tells him, stepping toward him. “I wanna look at you.”

It feels strangely vulnerable. Hoseok has seen every part of him (physically, but also emotionally), but Jungkook feels more naked now than he has in a long time.

“So lingerie, huh?” Jungkook asks Hoseok, trying to talk his weird little bout of nerves away. “I didn’t know.”

Hoseok, for his part, seems a little embarrassed in a way that he usually isn’t, about sex stuff. Jungkook remembers so viscerally when they sat on the couch together on their third or fourth date and Hoseok looked at him and said, without a hint of shame, “I really like getting fucked, but I’m up for whatever,” and sent Jungkook into a sexual panic attack and also the deepest blush of his entire life. But this, some lacey underwear, seems to trip him up.

“I don’t have an explanation for you,” Hoseok says, coming to sit on the edge of the bed, still looking Jungkook over. “I just think it’s hot. I don’t know, something about getting dressed up for sex, about — you know, the show of it, maybe. It’s great on women but on you...” He trails off, gives Jungkook another meaningful scan up and down. “How had I not considered this before?”

Jungkook laughs, letting his head fall back against the bed instead of strained up to look at Hoseok, and Hoseok scoots his way over next to Jungkook. His hand moves across Jungkook’s chest, thin fingers brushing delicately over his skin down to the lace of the underwear and back up again.

“I wanna see you hard in these,” Hoseok says quietly.

“It will not take very much effort,” Jungkook tells him.

Hoseok grins at him, leans over to kiss his cheek. “I know, baby. You’re easy.”

“I am not easy,” Jungkook defends himself. “I’m just young and full of vitality.”

“You’re easy. You’re sensitive.” Hoseok punctuates his words with light touches to Jungkook’s nipple, and Jungkook resents the way it makes him gasp immediately. Stupid nerve endings.

“Maybe a little,” he admits, eyes closed, and Hoseok chuckles in a way that’s not really amused.

“Next Christmas, you should get a nipple piercing,” Hoseok tells him.

Jungkook opens his eyes again just to roll them. “For the last time, no.”

Hoseok whines. “But you’ll look so hot.”

“Then you do it,” Jungkook says, as if the idea of Hoseok allowing someone to put a needle anywhere near his body is not completely ludicrous.

“I heard it makes your nipples really sensitive,” Hoseok notes, sounding almost wistful.

“I definitely don’t need that, then,” Jungkook says with a snort.

“Yeah,” Hoseok sighs. “I guess.” His fingers are at Jungkook’s nipple again, stroking lightly before applying a little pressure, and Jungkook gasps again.

He’s already a little on-edge just from the performance of it all, from being on display for Hoseok. Besides, Hoseok’s right, it never takes much. Hoseok moves to kiss at Jungkook’s neck while his hands run across Jungkook’s chest, and Jungkook sighs, neck arched back and eyes closed.

“God,” Hoseok murmurs. “Look at you.”

Jungkook hums a quiet “thank you”, and Hoseok laughs softly.

“I want — is this weird? I want to take a picture of you,” Hoseok tells him.

Jungkook considers that. Considers all the times a particular view of Hoseok has made him itch for the camera he never uses anymore. He shakes his head. “It’s not weird.”

Hoseok’s hand is resting on Jungkook’s belly, and he’s looking at Jungkook with a question on his face. “Can I?”

Jungkook smiles, leans over to kiss Hoseok. Admittedly, he’s not overly fond of getting his picture taken, and outside of a handful of tasteful (and not so tasteful) self-taken nudes, he’s never really...done that before. But it’s just for Hoseok, and Jungkook has never shied away from doing things for Hoseok. “Sure, hyung.”

It’s almost funny, how quickly Hoseok scurries out of bed and goes to get his phone. It’s almost funny, but Jungkook is hard now, and he’s maybe a little fixated on the idea of posing for Hoseok.

When Hoseok comes back, fiddling with his phone screen, Jungkook puts on his best veil of confidence (his best Jimin impersonation, really), and asks, “So how do you want me?”

Hoseok just looks at him, mouth open a little bit, and Jungkook has to laugh.

“Shut up,” Hoseok grumbles. “Don’t laugh at me. You’re doing this to me.” He moves, scooting from the side of the bed until he’s straddling Jungkook’s lap.

Jungkook makes an involuntary noise at the way Hoseok sits his ass extremely purposefully on Jungkook’s hard dick, and makes another one when Hoseok rocks himself forward a little.

“Not fair,” Jungkook says with a whine, opening his eyes (he doesn’t remember closing them) and finding Hoseok perched on top of him, looking amused.

Hoseok just hums, and then scoots backward a little more, til he’s seated neatly between Jungkook’s legs instead of on top of them.

“Lean up on your elbows,” Hoseok directs him, phone ready in his hand. Jungkook does, not sure where to look until Hoseok says, “And tip your head back a little. God, wow. You’re so pretty.”

He feels himself go pink again, and hears another few clicks of Hoseok’s phone camera.

“If you knew how to use my camera, you could get some decent pictures,” Jungkook tells him.

“I think these pictures are plenty decent. Can you sit on your knees again for me, that was really — yeah, wow,” Hoseok says, praise instantaneous when Jungkook gets into position. And Jungkook likes that feeling, in a way that he can’t really put words to. He sits on his folded legs again, pressed together and then spread apart. “Jesus. Jungkook-ah.”

He thinks about his camera, about how he would pose Hoseok to get the right framing, the right lighting. “I think I have the cinematography skills to make a pretty decent home sex tape, honestly,” Jungkook tells him.

Hoseok stops taking pictures. “How do you just say that shit? With your mouth?”

Jungkook laughs. “How do you still have kinks I don’t know about?”

“These things don’t come up often!” Hoseok defends, voice getting loud as it does every time he wants to make a point.

“Well, we have a long weekend ahead of us, maybe I’ll make it come up,” Jungkook tells him, a smirk on his face. Hoseok takes one more picture, then sets his phone down.

“Lay down again,” Hoseok tells him, voice quiet and serious in a way that Jungkook has come to associate with when Hoseok is tired of playing around in bed.

Jungkook does, lays on his back, spreads himself out with his eyes watching Hoseok carefully, taking note of the way he licks his lips as he lies down beside Jungkook. Hoseok leans over him, kissing him slow and careful, a thumb brushing across his collarbone. It doesn’t last long, which Jungkook is a little sad about, but he manages to get over it as Hoseok kisses down his neck to his collarbones, down further to run his tongue over the nipple he was teasing earlier, just enough to make Jungkook’s breath hitch and his hips arch up. Hoseok looks up at him with a smirk, and Jungkook pouts.

“So mean,” Jungkook tells him, and then a noise comes out of him by accident when Hoseok runs his teeth over Jungkook’s nipple. “Mean,” he insists again when Hoseok giggles.

Hoseok relents, kissing down his stomach and scooting himself down the bed until he’s level with the front of Jungkook’s lace underwear, fabric straining against his hard-on. He brings a hand to cup him through it, and Jungkook grinds into the touch on instinct, making Hoseok laugh again.

“Can I tell you something?” Hoseok asks, looking up at him, hand still moving idly over Jungkook’s dick without the pressure to really accomplish anything.

“Hm?” Jungkook asks, feeling distracted.

“I have never wanted to suck a dick more than in this moment.”

It startles a laugh out of Jungkook, tipping his head back from it, and Hoseok’s still smiling when he leans in and mouths over Jungkook’s dick through the fabric. Jungkook sighs at the feeling, the pleasure around the of the friction of the lace that’s getting harsher the more hard he gets.

Just when it’s getting to be a little too much, the lace getting uncomfortable, Hoseok lowers the waistband of the underwear, pulling Jungkook’s dick out and making Jungkook gasp. When Hoseok’s mouth closes around the head of Jungkook’s dick, Jungkook’s hand reaches out to tangle in Hoseok’s hair, hips pressing up insistently.

Hoseok’s not in the mood for teasing any more, it seems, because he sucks Jungkook off like he means it. He wonders if Hoseok is feeling that same push to try a little harder, to make this special. It certainly feels like that, with the way he’s bobbing his head, fingers gripped into Jungkook’s hips. He pulls off with a wet popping noise, and Jungkook looks down at him, watches him wipe his mouth with the back of his hand. His eyes are heavy-lidded now, and his hands are still pressed insistently into his hips.

“I hate that I have to take these off to fuck you,” Hoseok tells him.

“Yeah,” Jungkook breathes in agreement. “I should have thought that through.”

“Next time, you can keep them on and just fuck me instead,” Hoseok says, hint of a smirk on his lips. He sits up, pulls Jungkook toward himself by the hips, and as Jungkook gasps (he’s always enjoyed the way Hoseok can push him around a little, even though Jungkook’s bigger and probably stronger) Hoseok moves his hands to Jungkook’s thighs, unclipping the socks from the garter belt.

“Did you…” Hoseok pauses, looking at Jungkook’s legs. “Did you shave your legs?”

Jungkook blushes, picks himself up on his elbows to look at Hoseok. “It looked weird under the stockings.”

“Interesting,” Hoseok notes. He moves onto the other thigh, taking a moment to dig his fingers into the flesh there. “Can you keep the socks on?”

“You like them?” Jungkook asks, half-amused, half-very turned on.

“Of fucking course I do,” Hoseok says with a baffled look. “I would go to war over your thighs.”

Jungkook laughs, the whole thing just completely hysterical in this moment. Hoseok finishes with the clips, reaches up to pull the waistband of the underwear down carefully over the stockings, rearranges himself so he’s sitting next to Jungkook instead of between his legs. And god, it really is hot. So different from the way he usually quickly kicks off his boxer-briefs, an afterthought. This is purposeful and careful and just...really something.

“Here,” Hoseok mutters once he finishes taking them off. He reaches back up and re-clips the garter belt to his stockings, then looks Jungkook over again. “You know, I think this might be worse.”

“Worse?” Jungkook asks, eyebrows furrowed.

“No, like, good worse. Worse for my general health and sanity. Not bad worse,” Hoseok assures him. “Like you could ever do anything wrong, ever.”

Jungkook giggles, hiding his face with a hand. “I’ll remind you that you said that later.”

“I’ll deny it,” Hoseok says simply, smiling down at him. “Turn over.”

Jungkook rolls onto his stomach, settling his head onto a pillow and humming contently when Hoseok settles back between his legs, spreading his thighs easily.

“Hand me lube, baby,” Hoseok tells him, and Jungkook grabs it from where he put it on Hoseok’s nightstand earlier.

“I prepped a little earlier,” Jungkook says. He feels Hoseok’s hand on his ass, palming it, and hears him chuckle.

“Yeah, if you fuckin’ shaved your legs, I figured you probably prepped.”

Jungkook buries his smile in the pillow. “Okay, fair point.”

Hoseok starts with two fingers, and Jungkook makes a choked-off noise as he slides in. Jungkook pulls one of his knees up bent on the bed, giving Hoseok a little more room and instantly improving the angle.

“You put so much thought into this,” Hoseok says, voice quiet and a little sweet as he presses his fingers into Jungkook. “You did so much. That’s so nice.”

“Wanted it to be good,” Jungkook supplies, feeling overwhelmed already at Hoseok’s slow strokes of his fingers. “Wanted you to like it.”

“I like it,” Hoseok tells him, leaning over Jungkook’s back to press a kiss to the nape of his neck. “You’re so perfect.”

Jungkook feels pleasantly embarrassed, flustered at the compliment no matter how many times he hears it. “You gonna deny you said that too?”

“No,” Hoseok tells him simply. “I always think you’re perfect, even when you eat all the snacks I bought for myself and don’t put your shoes away properly.”

Jungkook laughs again, but it catches on a gasp as Hoseok’s fingers touch his prostate. “I love you,” he manages.

“Love you too,” Hoseok says, presses a kiss to the middle of Jungkook’s back. He pulls his fingers out to add more lube, then there’s three pressing into him. Jungkook groans, pushing his hips back.

They go on like that for as long as Jungkook can stand, until he’s feeling desperate and tired of waiting. “Hyung, Hoseokie-hyung,” Jungkook says, voice quiet. “Come on. Please.”

Hoseok kisses Jungkook’s back again, puts his free hand around Jungkook’s waist and holds him steady as he pulls his fingers out. His hand wanders down to Jungkook’s thigh, squeezing his stocking-clad skin.

Hoseok rearranges himself, then there’s the sound of a condom opening followed by the slick sound of Hoseok spreading lube on himself, and then he’s pressing against Jungkook, slowly pushing into him. Jungkook gasps, hips pushing back again, and Hoseok bottoms out, leaning over Jungkook’s back and staying there. His hand finds Jungkook’s where it’s balled in the sheets next to the pillow and closes over top of it, squeezing gently. Jungkook wants to crane his neck back and kiss Hoseok, but then he’s pulling out and thrusting in again, less slow and careful this time.

It’s so good, the heat of Hoseok pressed against his back, his hand in Jungkook’s, the steady rhythm of his thrusts that keep getting deeper the more Jungkook tries to spread his legs because he wants more.

Like everything else, it’s more intense than usual. It’s not just a quick fuck on the couch, or even a slow, sweet thing they’re doing to celebrate the free time they have to do it. It’s Hoseok thrusting in hard and slow, it’s Jungkook letting little whines escape his throat every time, propping his ass up so he looks good for Hoseok, because he feels so good. It’s Hoseok kissing his shoulders, his neck, behind his ear. It’s Hoseok muttering low, telling Jungkook how he wants to make him come, wants to make him feel good.

“Hyung,” Jungkook gasps on a hard thrust. He’s not sure how long Hoseok’s been at it, just that they’re both kind of sweaty now. His knee keeps slipping against the sheets, the stockings not helping matters, but Jungkook wants to stay like this, feels pleasantly on display.

“I’m close,” Hoseok says, hand squeezing tight around Jungkook’s.

Jungkook nods. “Good. Go ahead.”

Hoseok goes faster, making the both of them move on the bed, but god it feels good. Jungkook feels Hoseok start to lose control, hips snapping erratically, and then he feels Hoseok’s dick pulse before Hoseok collapses on top of Jungkook, breathing hard in his ear.

“Oh, god,” Hoseok groans. He doesn’t move for a moment, and Jungkook’s content to let him lie there, heavy and warm against him.

“Yeah?” Jungkook asks, amused around his arousal.

“Yeah,” Hoseok agrees. “God. Wow. Give me a minute and I’ll take care of you, baby.”

“No rush,” Jungkook tells him. He thinks for a second, then adds, “Well, some rush, but take your time.”

Hoseok chuckles, kisses his neck again, then pulls out carefully and slowly, rolling away to the edge of the bed. “Why’s the trash can so far,” Hoseok complains as he pads across the room, like he does every time he has to throw away a condom, and Jungkook grins. He rolls over onto his back, stretches his legs, and when Hoseok comes back, he flops down next to Jungkook and cuddles into his side instantly.

“Hi, babe,” Jungkook manages, eyes closed and smiling. He’s hard and still feels on-edge, but he’s fine to let Hoseok have his moment.

Hoseok, though, doesn’t seem to be. “Y’want me to eat you out?” He asks, and Jungkook’s eyes widen, cheeks going pink from the sheer surprise of the question.

“Yes,” Jungkook says emphatically. “Yes, I do very much want that.”

Hoseok smiles, eyes closed, blissed out. “Okay. C’mere.”

He’s not specific, but they’ve done this enough times that Jungkook knows what he means. He lets Hoseok situate himself on a pillow before he pulls himself up on his knees, moving over so he can sit on Hoseok’s face. Hoseok’s hands go to Jungkook’s thighs automatically, and he gives them a squeeze before he makes room for himself, spreading Jungkook open and letting his tongue sit flat against him.

They really don’t do this very often anymore. It just takes more preparation than other things, more conscious decision-making, and most of the time their sex isn’t that planned out. But Hoseok is good at it, good at taking Jungkook apart with his tongue, at making him feel good like this. Jungkook gets a hand around his own dick, and it takes a maybe-embarrassingly short period of time before the combination of feelings has him on the edge.

“Hoseokie,” Jungkook says in a wavering voice. “Hyung, I —” But Jungkook doesn’t finish his sentence, because Hoseok pulls him down further, tongue moving across Jungkook’s skin, and he strokes up on his dick and — he’s pushed over the edge, coming with a groan.

Hoseok taps his thigh, and Jungkook is present enough to pull himself up and flop onto his back, chest heaving.

“Fuck, hyung,” Jungkook breathes. Hoseok cuddles up to his side again, smiling into his skin.

“Thanks for my Christmas present,” Hoseok says quietly, kissing a spot on his shoulder.

“Thanks for my Christmas present,” Jungkook replies, still feeling kind of floaty from his orgasm. Hoseok giggles into his side.

“We should take a bath together,” Hoseok suggests. “And then watch a movie.”

“Shower first, then bath,” Jungkook says, remembering the article he read years ago about how gross bathing is. He can put it out of his head if he washes himself first. “And do you really mean watch a movie, or do you mean put on a movie and fuck again on the couch?”

“Either,” Hoseok answers.

“Sounds fantastic,” Jungkook says. He turns on his side and smiles at Hoseok, leans in to kiss him sweetly on the cheek.

Hoseok smiles right back, brings a hand up to hold his cheek. “I was gonna wait til tomorrow, but I bought you Christmas soap.”

“Christmas soap?” Jungkook asks eagerly. “I love Christmas soap.”

“I know,” Hoseok says with a laugh. “Let’s go use it.”

They smile and laugh at each other the whole way, Hoseok giggling as he takes off Jungkook’s stockings in the bathroom. When they’re settled in the bathtub, both smelling like peppermint, Hoseok puts his arms around Jungkook’s chest. And Jungkook, for his part, has never felt more happy to be celebrating Christmas.