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NAMJOON HYUNG
I’m glad I get to see you again.
I booked the usual room, you can go there
whenever you want.
will I find u there, hyung?
NAMJOON HYUNG
Ah, I wish.
Unfortunately I have a meeting until late
in the afternoon.
But you should go there a bit earlier.
I left you a present.
you did?
NAMJOON HYUNG
I told you I would.
Do I get to have you all weekend, love?
Of course hyung
I’m excited, I haven’t seen u in so long
NAMJ OON HYUNG
I’m excited too.
I’ll make it up to you for having skipped last time.
mmm I bet you will
NAMJOON HYUNG
Behave.
I’ll see you tomorrow.
When Jungkook closes the room’s door behind his back, he realizes he’s already feeling quite warm. The thing is, Namjoon always reserves this particular room for them, a spacious and bright space, with the largest bed Jungkook has ever slept on. Or has been fucked on.
All of this to say, he feels like his brain by this point connects this room, the pale yellow walls and blue linen sheets to Namjoon, to what they do when they’re here, to how good Namjoon always, without a doubt, makes him feel.
Plus, he’s just very eager today.
Jungkook drops his bag near the bed, where Namjoon’s own lays, and eyes the box placed in the very middle of the bed. Opening it, a small smile appears on his face as he reads the note left inside of it; in Namjoon’s messy handwriting, it says, Have fun, but not too much fun.
Beneath the note, Jungkook finds a toy. A vibrator, one that he never got to use until now, with graduating beads. Jungkook stares at it for maybe a bit too long, then shakes his head and decides that he needs a shower first.
The water pressure in the bathroom is amazing and, under any other circumstances, Jungkook would absolutely take advantage of it and stay under the water until the heat and vapor make him feel a bit dizzy. Today though, and he will blame how desperate he is to get that toy inside him, Jungkook quickly washes, using the fancy shampoo and shower-gel the hotel provided. After drying his hair quickly with a towel, Jungkook happily throws himself on the mattress, sighing to himself as he sinks in it. Rolling on his stomach, Jungkook grabs the toy, testing the feel of the silicone on his fingers. There’s lube too, in the box, and a small remote. Jungkook wets his lips, then gets to work.
He coats the toy with the lube, then gets on his knees, an elbow propped in front of him for balance, and then starts pushing the toy inside of him. He’s already prepped himself just before going out, fucked himself with his largest toy but not hard enough for him to come. The first beads, the smaller ones, slide inside with no resistance and Jungkook sighs at the feeling. Despite everything, when he reaches the last two, largest beads, he still feels himself stretching around them, the feeling punching a gasp out of him when, finally, he takes all of the toy inside, rim catching on the last bead and tightening around it, swallowing it in.
“Fuck,” Jungkook whispers as he lays down on his side.
The toy feels different from any other dildos he tries. He can feel every single bead inside of him, how they fit against his walls, the way they probe at all different, sensitive spots inside of him. With a quiet hum, Jungkook reaches for the remote and switches the toy on. A gasp startles out of him as soon as the toy starts vibrating, then he relaxes into the feeling. He ups the vibrations by one and moans quietly. He decides he’ll leave them like this, not too strong, a buzzing sensation that simply helps heat to spread across him, low in his belly. Jungkook’s eyes close and, with a hum, his hips start moving. The toy shifts inside of him and Jungkook curls in himself as his body relaxes, goeing warm and pliant.
Namjoon likes it when he arrives and finds Jungkook already a bit desperate and needy, enjoys unraveling him more than anything else. And, well, Jungkook simply enjoys making his partners feel good, to please. Namjoon especially, Namjoon before anyone else.
His thoughts drift to the first time they met.
Jungkook had read Namjoon’s debut novel by pure chance, had received it as a gift from a friend and then proceeded to devour the book in one night, lost in Namjoon’s writing and characters, in how real they felt, in how his words seemed to leave a dent in the ink. So, naturally, when he found out that Namjoon was going to host a public reading of the novel in the bookstore near campus, he went.
He thinks that, maybe, he was starstruck. When Namjoon walked into the room, he was stunning, almost looking unreachable. And despite that, despite the large number of people sitting in that bookstore, clinging to every word as he read, Namjoon had looked at Jungkook. Had found him in the crowd and stared at him whenever his eyes weren’t on the pages he read, and it felt like his voice was directed at him and only him.
Jungkook realized, at that moment, that he had never truly felt real want up until then.
Namjoon always says that it was Jungkook who seduced him that day, but Jungkook feels like it was the other way around. Not that it matters. In the end, he waited until Namjoon walked out of the bookstore, followed him inside the car, and sucked his dick in the backseats, Namjoon’s nimble fingers buried in his hair. Then, he spent the night with him, in this same room. One night became two, then three and, soon enough, they were meeting almost every week.
Jungkook knows that Namjoon was his first love. Still, he didn’t act on it, and Namjoon either never noticed or simply accepted Jungkook’s actions without questioning them.
What he did instead, was helping him. Carefully, slowly, with the gentleness that only Namjoon has, he patiently helped Jungkook easing into his sexuality, accepting parts of him that felt filthy to him. From there, he was there as he guided Jungkook into figuring out what he liked and where his limits were, into finding out his kinks, what made him obedient, what made him feel good.
To this day, the truth is that Jungkook may be seeing six more people but Namjoon was, and will always be, his first dom.
God, he can’t wait for Namjoon to be here.
Jungkook rolls his hips, ruts into the linen sheets, breath hitching when the sensitive head of his cock catches on the rough linen. Should he touch himself? Surely he can, Namjoon didn’t leave instructions saying he couldn’t. Slowly, his hand starts reaching between his legs and that’s when the room’s door clicks open.
Jungkook tenses, hearing Namjoon’s steps, then rolls on his stomach, forehead pressed to the mattress, before his elbows, knees digging in the bed as he raises his hips, ass presented for Namjoon.
In the silence that follows, Jungkook can only hear the padding of Namjoon’s steps on the floor, the rustling of his jacket and bag being laid down. The buzzing of the toy inside him, muted.
The mattress dips when Namjoon sits behind Jungkook, then a hand curves around Jungkook’s ass, groping at the flesh. He startles, then pushes into the touch.
“Hi, Jungkook,” Namjoon says, voice quiet, deep. “Feeling good?”
Jungkook swallows. “Good.”
“You’re very hard,” he murmurs, and his hand moves from his ass to his erection, hanging heavy between his legs. Namjoon rubs his thumb over the tip, humming when Jungkook’s breath hitches. “Will that be okay, mh? I have a lot planned for you.”
“I’ll be good.”
Namjoon leans down then, and he presses a kiss to the back of Jungkook’s thigh, up to his buttock, teeth biting gently at the soft skin. Lower then, tongue lapping around the toy, at the sensitive skin that swallows it. Jungkook moans, back arching a little, Namjoon’s hand coming to stroke along his inner thigh, raising goosebumps as he does.
“Of course you will be. You’re always good. Where’s the remote—ah, there it is.” A clicking sound and the toy vibrates harder inside of Jungkook, who fists the sheets and moans against his elbow. “I’ll go take a shower. You stay like this.” Namjoon’s thumb presses inside him, next to the toy, stretching him. “Don’t make it fall, love.”
Jungkook clenches around the toy at Namjoon’s words, ignoring the amused huff the man lets out, then stays still, in position, as Namjoon gets off the bed and starts going through his bag. Then, he walks away, the sound of his steps fading once he walks in the room’s bathroom. Soon enough, all Jungkook can hear is the sound of the shower running.
Alone in the room, Jungkook stays still, trying to measure his breathing, to keep himself in check until Namjoon comes back. He knows he won’t come from this, the toy’s vibrations aren’t strong enough just yet, but they’re there, and they feel good. Good enough that Jungkook is starting to feel needy. He swallows, trying not to think about how hard his cock is, twitching weakly whenever the toy shifts inside at the tiniest of his movements. At one point, maybe after a couple of minutes or so, sweat starts breaking over the small of his back, and his thighs start burning from holding the position for so long. Jungkook whines in the sheets, tries spreading his legs a bit, only succeeding in making the toy press closer to his prostate. He clenches around it involuntarily, moaning at the shock of pleasure that goes through him. He thinks he might be leaking already, and he wasn’t worried about the toy slipping out at first, not with how the last bead is so large and buried deep inside of him, but he realizes now that he might have used too much lube: he’s slick with it, and with each tightening of his walls he can feel the large bead press against his rim from inside like it wants to stretch it open again.
“ Ah ,” Jungkook breathes out, back arching. “Fuck, hyung, hurry.”
By some miracle, his prayers are heard. The water stops running and, after a minute or so, Namjoon’s steps are back in the room, muted now, softer, his feet must be bare.
The mattress dips again. “Turn around.”
With a sigh, Jungkook does, laying down on his back and, finally, he can look at Namjoon. He sits next to him, the tips of his dark hair damp, a droplet of water sliding down his throat, to the hollow of his clavicle. Jungkook has to suppress the urge to lick it off.
“Oh, you’re so pretty,” Namjoon says, voice warm, fond. “So hard, too.”
Jungkook squirms, suddenly bashful under Namjoon’s gaze. “Hyung, I missed you.”
“You did?” Namjoon smiles and there’s a dimple there, one Jungkook wouldn’t mind pressing his lips to. “I missed you too.”
He leans in and kisses him and Jungkook melts into it, legs parting to allow Namjoon between them. “You’re kissing me so eagerly, do you want me to have my way with you so badly?”
“Yes.”
“Good.” Namjoon grabs a bag by the bed and Jungkook looks as he takes a pair of padded handcuffs.
“Oh,” he murmurs. “You’ll tie me up?”
“Do you want me to?” Jungkook replies by giving Namjoon his wrists, who kisses them before clasping them. The leather is cool against his skin, cuffs loose but heavy enough that Jungkook is acutely aware of them.
“What a good boy.”
“Thank you.”
Next, Namjoon takes a blindfold and Jungkook sighs, cock twitching weakly. “This okay?”
“Yes.”
“Close your eyes.” Jungkook does and Namjoon kisses the space under them and fuck Jungkook adores him. He ties the thick, satin band around his head and fixes it. “I want you to listen to me now.”
“Mh.”
“I missed you. And because I missed you I had a lot of time to think about what to do to you.” Jungkook swallows, then flinches when Namjoon’s mouth presses on his neck. “And I had so many ideas. So many. So tonight I want to play with you for as long as I want, if you’ll let me. And if it gets too much you remember your colors, yes?”
“I do.”
“Good.” Then, Namjoon kisses him again, long and deep, until Jungkook is breathless. “Because I was such a mean hyung last time—” Namjoon murmurs in his ear, lips brushing against Jungkook’s lobe. “And because I made you miss me so much, I will be spoiling you today.”
“Spoil?” Jungkook asks, voice a bit weak already with want. “You will?”
Namjoon hums and drags careful fingers over Jungkook’s stomach, between his legs, down to where the dildo sits snugly inside of him. He twists it and sighs at Jungkook’s shudder. “I will make you feel so good, Jungkook.”
And Jungkook doesn’t doubt he will, not for a second.
Again, he can’t help but startle at the feel of Namjoon’s hands on his chest. He tries opening his eyes under the blindfold, but the fabric is too thick for him to see anything. When Namjoon’s thumb flicks at one of his nipples, Jungkook’s breathing hitches. He can’t move his arms much with the cuffs, and the little chain that connects them is cool and solid where it lays on his collarbones.
He’s helpless tonight. A shiver runs through his body at the thought and Namjoon hums as he notices, ever the attentive lover.
Jungkook decides to not think for a while, instead getting lost in the calm, building pleasure that Namjoon gifts him. He’s sensitive, he knows this, but with the blindfold on his skin is so much more receptive to touch. Jungkook’s thighs rub together as Namjoon’s tongue laps at his nipples, large hands squeezing his chest. When, suddenly, the vibrations become stronger, Jungkook cries out in surprise, then moans, deep and long, back arching against Namjoon’s hands and tongue. His chest feels warm, his nipples swollen with Namjoon’s teasing.
“Tell me how the party went.”
Jungkook shudders. “Went… went well.”
“Yeah?” Namjoon sucks on his collarbone.
“I—I met someone.”
Namjoon hums, his mouth now trailing lower, to his stomach. “Did you let him fuck you?”
Jungkook feels his dick leaking. He whispers, “Yes.”
Namjoon breathes in, deep. Jungkook hears him moving, then feels him as he settles between his legs.
“I want you to describe it to me,” Namjoon says and his voice has gone deeper. “Tell me what he did.”
And before Jungkook can start, a warm tongue laps at his cock. Jungkook moans, hips shifting up from the mattress. Namjoon lets him, keeps on mouthing around his length.
“I— I touched him during the-the dinner.” Jungkook thinks back to Seokjin, to the heat of his thigh as he touched the man that night. “At the table.”
Namjoon chuckles. “Naughty boy.”
“And then in the toilets I sucked him off. He… he fucked my mouth.”
Namjoon laps at the head of his cock. “Was it good?”
“Yeah,” Jungkook breathes out, remembering the taste of Seokjin, the pressure of his foot against his groin. “G-good. Ah, hyung— ”
Namjoon takes his cock deeper, mouth wet and hot. He pulls back. “What happened after?”
“In— in his car, he fucked me in his car.”
A large hand closes around his thigh, grips it hard. “Tell me how he fucked you.”
Fuck.
Jungkook swallows, his hands fidgeting where they lay on his chest. “He was—he made me ride him. And played with my chest a-a lot.” Jungkook’s breath hitches, his cock is deep in Namjoon’s mouth, heat burning at his skin. “Then he pinned me down and—and fucked me. Hard. So hard, I— hyung, your mouth is—”
Namjoon suddenly stops sucking him off, delivering a light slap on Jungkook’s thigh when he whines. Jungkook holds his breath as he feels Namjoon’s weight settling on top of him, knees by his head. Then gasps, arousal spreading low as the head of Namjoon’s dick presses on his lips.
“And there I was, so worried because I had left you all alone, when in reality you were already getting busy with someone else.”
“It’s ‘cause I missed hyung.”
“You had your mouth full of a stranger’s cock.” Namjoon grabs Jungkook’s cuffs by the chain and tugs, pinning Jungkook’s hands over his head. “But wasn’t my cock your first?”
Jungkook’s hips thrust up into nothing, ass tightening around the toy and then he licks at the tip of Namjoon’s erection.
“Look at you,” Namjoon breathes. “So needy. Open.”
Jungkook happily opens his mouth, tongue peaking out.
“I’ll fuck your mouth,” Namjoon says. “And you’ll make me come.”
Jungkook nods quickly, eager, and then has a mouth full of Namjoon’s cock.
The man thrusts into him slowly, lets him feel every inch of it, groaning as Jungkook’s heat envelopes him. Jungkook hums around it, mouth tight around it. Namjoon is so big, it’s always so good to take him in his mouth, Jungkook loves the weight of it against his tongue.
“Fuck.” Namjoon pulls back, then back between Jungkook’s lips in measured thrusts, each one a bit deeper than the other. “Good boy.”
The praise has Jungkook sucking on Namjoon’s cock as he pulls back, earning a low moan, pride swelling in his chest. He lays there, mind getting foggier with each of Namjoon’s thrusts, cock throbbing between his legs as Namjoon gets rougher, fucks his mouth with quick snaps of his hips, until all of a sudden the vibrations get strong enough for him to choke, hips buckling, a moan ripped out of his lungs.
“Ah, so good,” Namjoon hisses. “Such a good mouth, Jungkook. Remember your first time doing this? Barely knew what to do, now look at you.” He pushes his cock deep in his mouth and stops moving. “You take it so well, you love it so much.”
Jungkook’s tongue laps at the length, happy to have it sitting in his mouth, wanting nothing more than being good, perfect, his lips burning and jaw aching as Namjoon picks up his pace again. With a moan, Namjoon comes in his mouth, pulling out after a moment. Jungkook hums as he feels cum landing on his face and chin, swallowing what was in his mouth. Namjoon’s fingers gather what’s on his face, then pushes them in his mouth, laughing quietly when Jungkook eagerly licks at them. “That was amazing, Jungkook,” he says. “Thank you.”
Jungkook shivers. “Hyung.”
“Mh?”
“Hyung, touch me.”
“Oh, you’re quite hard, aren’t you?”
“Please.”
And that’s when Namjoon’s phone starts ringing. Namjoon sighs, groaning something Jungkook doesn’t quite catch.
“Hyung, I—”
“Sorry, I have to take this.”
“But—”
“Don’t be too loud, please.”
Oh.
Namjoon’s weight on his chest is gone quickly, steps getting further away from the bed. Jungkook hears him pick up the call and squirms.
He’s… he’s hot. He wants to level his breathing so that it doesn’t come out so quick and noisy, but it’s not easy with the vibrator still inside him, the vibrations strong. The lingering feel of Namjoon inside his mouth is not helping either, and he’s so sensitive by now, every time he shifts on the bed his skin tingles, and if he rubs his thighs together his cock leaks.
Still, he stays quiet. Namjoon asked him to and he doesn’t want to disappoint him. And he definitely does not want to be punished, not today that he’s so eager to be good, to be spoiled.
But maybe he was too naive. Namjoon being so good to him until now tricked him into thinking he wouldn’t pull one of his tricks. A very dumb move on his part, considering that it’s when Namjoon starts talking about publication dates that the vibrations inside him turn so strong he almost screams.
The fucking remote.
Jungkook squirms, bringing trembling fingers to his mouth as he bites on his bottom lip, trying to stay quiet. Namjoon is still on the phone, and Jungkook is trying to catch what he’s saying but it’s hard with the unyielding waves of heat and pleasure curling through him. They punch gasps out of him, quiet whimpers he can’t quite swallow down, and somehow the vibrator is going stronger steadily, sending his mind in a frenzy. He could come like this. Would he be able to be quiet in that case? Namjoon hasn’t even given him permission to come, so—
Slowly, Jungkook turns on his side, curling on himself, hands held together harshly. He shifts his hips, tries to find a better position. That’s when the angle of the toy moves slightly, pressing directly against his prostate, and Jungkook moans.
Immediately, he slaps a hand against his mouth, toes curling as he tries to calm down, an orgasm that was building slowly fading as the vibrations stop all of a sudden.
Namjoon is quiet for a few moments, then he resumes the call, talking about the possible date for a finished draft.
Jungkook could cry.
A minute or so later, the call ends. Jungkook tenses once the mattress dips down under Namjoon’s weight.
“That wasn’t very quiet of you.”
“I’m so— Ah! ” The vibrations start again, and this has to be the highest setting, Jungkook would not be able to stand anything stronger than this. “I’m sorry!”
Namjoon hums as he runs a hand along the side of Jungkook’s thigh and oh, he can’t stand to be touched right now, he—
“But since today it’s all about spoiling you, I’ll let it go.”
“Hyung, wait—” Jungkook tries squirming away, but Namjoon’s hand finds his chest instead.
“I don’t know if you can tell, but you’re leaking a lot. You’re so wet.”
“Hyung—”
“How did you become such a lewd person, mh?”
“ I’m coming —”
The vibrations stop immediately, but it’s too late.
Jungkook comes, but his orgasm is weak, frustrating, ruined. He whines, body still shuddering through it, cock dribbling cum but still hard, untouched.
“Oh, baby, I’m sorry.” Namjoon coons, rolling Jungkook on his back and spreading his legs open. “I didn’t mean to ruin it for you.”
“Liar.”
Namjoon laughs.
“Hyung said he was gonna spoil me!”
“And I will. After all—” A kiss to his neck, on his cheek, then Namjoon tweaks his nipples harshly. “You’re always so much more sensitive after a ruined orgasm.”
Jungkook’s back arches off the bed. “Oh, god—”
“They’re so hard, Jungkook. Should I make you come once just with your nipples?”
“N-no.”
“You always look so pretty when I tease you here,” he whispers, voice warm, loving.
Namjoon leans down, his mouth and fingers playing with his chest again, biting and pulling until Jungkook is trembling, toes curling as he whimpers. Then, Namjoon reaches between his legs and, without warning, starts fucking him with the toy.
“Hyung!” Jungkook cries out, legs closing around Namjoon’s waist. “ Fuck! ”
Namjoon hums, teeth closing around the soft flesh of his chest, thrusting the toy inside and out. Jungkook’s rim keeps catching around the beads, the stretch sending white pleasure in shocks.
“You’re so good.” Namjoon grabs him by the waist, pulling him closer to his lap, then a strong hand grabs Jungkook’s leg, balancing it on top of his shoulder. “So tight. Sucking this in so deep, I can barely move it with how hard you’re clenching.”
Jungkook sobs, a delicious shade of shame burning through him. “Hyung—”
“I want you to come like this.”
“P-please, touch me.”
“I am.”
“No, not—”
“Want your cock touched?”
“Yes,” Jungkook gasps.
“Do it yourself. Not with your hands, though.”
“Huh?”
Namjoon reaches for Jungkook’s cuffs and tugs at them. “The chain, love. Use that.”
Oh.
Jungkook shudders at this, at the demand that is so present in Namjoon’s warm voice.
He does as he’s told. Hands trembling, he reaches for his cock until the chain brushes against it, cold and solid. Jungkook whines at the feeling, pulling his wrists apart until the chain goes stiff with tension, and then he ruts against it.
“ Ah —” Jungkook whimpers, then drags the chain against his dick, hard. His cockhead catches on the chain’s ring and Jungkook can feel himself shaking. “Hyung, hurts, it—”
“I know it does,” Namjoon replies as he works the toy inside of him with a slow, deep thrust. “You’ve gotten even tighter.”
“It’s—” Jungkook keeps on rutting against the chain, air punched out of his guts whenever the sensitive tip of his dick catches on it. “ Hurts so good.”
Namjoon curses something under his breath, voice tight, and fucks him harder with the vibrator.
Jungkook gets lost in it, his mind clouded by the warm waves of pleasure and the sharp shocks of pain whenever the chain digs hard enough. He tries keeping track of Namjoon’s voice, of the lovely words of praise and the filthy promises that spill from his hyung’s mouth.
Namjoon changes the toy’s angle, keeps pressing and dragging it against the same, overwhelming spot until Jungkook is sobbing as he orgasms again, cum ending on his stomach and chest, ass clenched tight around the toy. Namjoon fucks him through it, letting him ride it until Jungkook’s thighs are trembling, pushing the vibrator inside of him in one last thrust and leaving it there, nestled deep.
Jungkook’s body keeps on trembling, skin buzzing, every inch of him sensitive. He flinches when Namjoon’s mouth presses to his neck, then melts into it as Namjoon presses gentle kisses to his cheeks, his mouth, slow and deep and kind, hands delicately massaging his tense muscles, until Jungkook isn’t sure of what part of his body is still his.
Soon, he’s being held against Namjoon’s chest and he nuzzles into it, feeling warm and safe as his head is being stroked in slow caresses.
They lay in bed silently for a while, silence broken only by their breaths and, briefly, Jungkook wonders if it’s done already.
But… the toy is still inside of him. His wrists are still bound, the blindfold a very vivid weight against his eyelids.
Minutes go by before Namjoon heaves in a deep breath. His fist closes around Jungkook’s soft dick as he murmurs, “One more time.”
It’s three more times.
One in Namjoon’s warm mouth, when the man had taken Jungkook’s cock so deep Jungkook felt like he was about to melt.
The second one with the dildo vibrating into him and Namjoon’s tongue in the shell of his ear, the man’s fingers bruising his nipples, making them puffy and red and so sensitive that Jungkook couldn’t stop crying in pleasure.
The third one is by mistake. Kind of. He’s got Namjoon’s cock in his mouth again, filling him, stretching his lips, the vibrations are at the lowest setting and it should be fine, but Jungkook is just too sensitive by then.
So when Namjoon thrusts into his mouth so deep it hits the back of Jungkook’s throat, Jungkook comes, dry and aching, drool sticking to his chin.
It ends with him almost passing out and Namjoon asking for his colors.
“Green—”
“Don’t lie to me.”
“‘s green, so green, don’t—” Jungkook reaches for Namjoon’s cock, still hard, so hot in his hand. “Don’t stop, come in my mouth, hyung, give it to me .”
The thing is, Jungkook would trust Namjoon with everything he has.
Namjoon is so good to him, so attentive and careful. Takes breaks after each one of Jungkook’s orgasms, making sure that he catches his breath. He makes him drink water as soon as he notices that his lips are dry, feeds him tiny bites of dark chocolate and waits for it to melt in Jungkook’s mouth before kissing the flavor off his lips.
Namjoon knows him, all of him. He has been the first person to ever know him this intimately, to touch him like this, to fuck him, kiss him like he mattered.
Namjoon is so good, Jungkook’s first everything.
It must be night by now.
Jungkook doesn’t know how long they’ve been at it, but he knows he’s reaching his limit. His legs aren’t holding him as well anymore, they keep buckling under his own weight, and now he’s happily sat on Namjoon’s lap, riding his thigh in slow, jerky movements, the damn vibrator still nestled deep inside of him and shifting with each drag of Jungkook’s hips as he ruts against the man’s leg.
Namjoon keeps sucking and biting at the soft skin of his neck, marking him red.
“One last surprise,” Namjoon murmurs, his voice is hoarse.
“What—” Jungkook moans, hips moving in slow circles. “What is it?”
Silence, only Namjoon rustling in the bag for long enough that Jungkook frowns under the blindfold.
“Hyun— ah!” Jungkook downright screams when something wet, and tight, and so fucking warm envelopes his cock fully. A fleshlight. “Oh, god, fuck, fuck !”
“Shit, Jungkook.” Namjoon tightens the grip around the fleshlight as he moves it along Jungkook’s length. “You’re shaking so much.”
He’s going to die. Jungkook is going to fucking die tonight and he’s not even complaining.
The fleshlight is so hot around him, and it keeps closing around his cockhead, squelching as it does.
“Is it good, huh?”
“I’m gonna—” Jungkook squirms, shakes, fucks into it, and then tries to shy away from it. “It’s so—hyung, I don’t know what to do, I—”
“You’re okay, I got you.”
“Can I come? Tell me I can, tell me—”
“Hold it.”
“Fuck, I can’t.”
“Yes you can, be good.”
He’s going to scream. Or cry. Or just come and disobey Namjoon’s order and then he’s gonna have to deal with the punishment, whatever that may be, but he wants to be good so badly, wants Namjoon to be proud of him.
So he breathes, clutches onto Namjoon’s shoulders, tries distracting himself by kissing the man’s neck, breathing his scent in, leaving marks of his own.
His cock, though, is throbbing, leaking, hurting with how close he is and the toy is in so deep, it presses in the right place whenever Jungkook’s hips fuck into then fleshlight and he could go insane with this.
Namjoon abruptly stops moving the fleshlight, leaving it around his dick and shushing Jungkook’s whines with a kiss.
Slowly, he eases Jungkook back on the bed. “You’ve been very good.”
“Oh.” Jungkook swallows. “T-thank you.”
“I have a reward for you.”
“You do?”
“You can take your blindfold off.”
Jungkook does, quickly pulling it off his face. His eyes are burning after being closed for so long, and he blinks against the light.
Slowly, he makes out Namjoon’s face, his body. He sees Namjoon coating his fingers in lube and Jungkook is excited at the idea of getting fucked. He doesn’t even need preparation, he can just take it now, he’s so ready, already feels fucked out and pliant. Except that Namjoon’s knees spread on the sheets, and he reaches behind himself.
That’s when it hits Jungkook, and he almost comes on the spot.
“Hyung—” Jungkook whispers. “Hyung, you—”
“You’ve been so good today,” Namjoon says, breath hitching as he pushes fingers inside of his hole, eyes not leaving Jungkook’s. “So you earned a reward.”
Jungkook moans just at the thought. There’s this part of him that, fuelled by his headspace, has his chest swelling with warmth knowing that he’s being trusted so much that Namjoon is willing to give this to him, that he’d let Jungkook take care of his pleasure like this.
So Jungkook lays down, ignoring the throbbing of his cock, still trapped in the fleshlight, to enjoy the sight of Namjoon thrusting slick fingers inside himself. And his hyung is so beautiful like that, a bit flushed already, the muscles of his thighs clenching, eyes falling closed as a soft moan spills from his red lips, swollen with Jungkook’s kisses.
Lost in it, Jungkook brings his hands to his mouth, pushing fingers inside of it just to keep them still, to stop himself from fucking his cock with the fleshlight at the sight of his hyung.
After a few agonizing minutes, slowly, Namjoon climbs on top of Jungkook and carefully takes the fleshlight off, kissing him when Jungkook hisses. Quickly, he puts a condom on Jungkook’s dick, stroking him once.
“Ready?”
Jungkook nods desperately, holding his breath as Namjoon sinks down on his cock. “Oh, hyung—” Jungkook cries out. “Hyung, so tight.”
Namjoon bottoms out and breathes in, chest flushed.
“So big,” he murmurs, eyes fluttering closed. “So good, Jungkook. You’re stretching me out. Filling me up so well.”
Jungkook doesn’t move yet, doesn’t think he’d be able to last long if he did. Instead he looks at Namjoon and says, “Hyung, you’re so pretty.”
Namjoon glances at him and chuckles. “I’m not the pretty one here.”
“You are. So beautiful.” Jungkook presses a shy hand against Namjoon’s abdomen. “So pretty, sitting on my cock. Filled with me.”
Namjoon shudders, dick twitching, and he leans down to kiss Jungkook. “You’re right, I’m full of you,” he whispers, then licks along the seam of Jungkook’s mouth. “Feel you everywhere.” Jungkook’s hips stutter, Namjoon clenches around him. “Fuck me, Jungkook.”
That’s all the direction Jungkook needs.
With a kick of his hips, Jungkook swaps their positions and has Namjoon pinned to the mattress, legs spread for him and Jungkook fucks into him without wasting a second.
He knows how his hyung likes it, that he rarely lets people fuck him but when he does he needs it hard, mean, sloppy. So Jungkook just thrusts into him, looks for the right angle and finds it when Namjoon moans deep and long, when his cock twitches and leaks.
Namjoon is a sight to behold with a cock inside of him, he’s so good and strong, big, and arches prettily, lets out the prettiest sounds with that deep voice of him.
“Hyung, thank you—” Jungkook moans, cuffed hands touching everything they can, ass clenching around the still vibrating dildo. “So good, it’s so—hyung feels perfect.”
Namjoon moans, eyes dark, and guides Jungkook’s hands down to his dick, so Jungkook starts stroking him with both of his hands, movements frantic.
“Good boy,” Namjoon moans and throws his head back, hips pushing to meet Jungkook’s thrusts. “Fuck, Jungkook, so big.”
Jungkook snaps his hips hard, the sound of them hitting Namjoon’s skin spurring him on. “Hyung, ‘m close, I’m sorry, I—”
“Close too.” Namjoon pushes his hips down, meets Jungkook’s thrusts until they’re both moaning, panting, and Jungkook wants it to be perfect, wants his hyung to feel bliss.
He strokes Namjoon’s cock and rubs the palm of his hand over the cockhead as he fucks into him, shuddering when Namjoon arches, body locked as he comes with a delightful moan, clenching hard around Jungkook who immediately follows, spilling inside the condom and burying himself deep in his hyung, hips twitching.
He collapses on top of Namjoon, his ass clenching around the vibrator that is slowly slipping out of him.
“Hyung—” Jungkook whines, feeling empty. “It fell.”
“It’s okay.” Namjoon kisses the crown of his head, chest heaving. “You did so well.”
“Yeah?”
“You were perfect. So perfect.”
Jungkook hums, and he knows his full weight is on Namjoon right now but he just can’t move, his legs are too weak.
Slowly, Namjoon eases Jungkook on the bed again, his mouth always close to press warm on his skin, to distract him from the sensitivity as he takes the condom off.
“I’ll be right back,” Namjoon whispers. “Is that okay?”
Jungkook hums and closes his eyes.
He might kind of pass out for a moment, because when he opens them again he’s clean, with a warm and soft towel drying his sweat and getting rid of the lube between his asscheeks.
Finally, Namjoon takes the cuffs off Jungkook’s wrists and kisses them both again, over the veins, whispering, “Thank you, Jungkook.”
Jungkook blinks. “Joon-hyung?”
“Mh?”
“Cold.”
“Do you think you can take a bath?”
“Wanna sleep.”
“Alright.”
He lets Namjoon move him around the bed and tuck him in. He all but sinks into the mattress, with Namjoon’s arms tight around him.
“Was really good,” Jungkook slurs as he buries his face in the man’s chest.
“It was? I’m glad.”
“Hyung’s always good. The best.”
Namjoon laughs. “Thank you.”
“Mmh.” Jungkook begins falling asleep, lulled by Namjoon’s breath. “Love hyung so much.”
When he wakes up, it must be quite late in the morning because Namjoon is sitting at the table, working.
Jungkook admires him for a while, tugging the blankets closer, very much enamored with Namjoon’s profile.
At one point, Namjoon glances at him and, seeing him awake, he smiles. “Morning, Jungkook.”
“Hi.”
“Slept well?”
“Very.”
“I ordered breakfast. Go shower, then we can eat. And—” Namjoon gets up and goes to press a kiss to Jungkook’s mouth. “Then we can go take a walk at the park nearby, what do you think?”
Jungkook smiles. “Sounds great.”
“Are you free in the afternoon too?” Jungkook nods. “Then let’s have a day to ourselves. Since it’s been so long since we got to.”
Jungkook’s heart fucking soars. Definitely the best weekend he’s had in a long while. “Can I stay tonight as well?”
“If you want to.”
“I do.”
“Then of course.” Namjoon kisses him again, this time slower. “I missed you so much, I really did.”
Jungkook sighs. He wants to tell Namjoon that he, too, missed him. Immensely. More than he could ever explain.
Jungkook stares at his reflection.
He’s just showered, and his skin is flushed from the heat of the shower, but Namjoon sure did a number on him last night. Jungkook grins as he traces the map of red hickeys on his chest and neck, giddy with the knowledge that they’ll stay there for a while. And the bruises on his hips and thighs? Lovely. He can’t wait to press on them in a couple of days, to feel how they can still ache dully with the reminder of yesterday.
After putting on one of the hotel’s robes, Jungkook walks back into the room and sits on the bed. Suddenly, he remembers something.
“Ah, hyung. The man at the party—”
Namjoon turns to him from where he’s sitting at the table, frowning. “What about him?”
“He told me to tell you this.” Jungkook grins. “ Jin sends his regards. ”
A beat of silence, then Namjoon’s eyes widen and he drops his pen. “What did you just say?”
Jungkook’s smile dims down. “Kim Seokjin.”
“Kim—” Namjoon’s cheeks flush. “Oh.”
Jungkook frowns. Something heavy sits low in his stomach. “You know him, right? He said you did.”
“He’s—” Namjoon shakes his head, staring at his notebook. “We dated.”
It gets heavier, gets stuck in Jungkook’s ribs. “Oh.”
“In college. Three years. He’s—” Namjoon blinks, then he lets out an incredulous laugh. “He’s my first love.”