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"Fuck," Jungkook swears again, and Seokjin winces, sympathetic.

He had already noticed Jungkook's fidgeting before the elevator stopped, before they called a manager only to be told five minutes later that it would be at least half an hour before someone could get the elevator running again.

Seokjin replied to the manager calmly, tired but understanding. But now looking at Jungkook, maybe he should've urged them to make it an emergency.

"Jungkook-ah," Seokjin says casually, gently, hoping to ease some of Jungkook's restlessness. It's rare to see him so agitated. "It'll be sooner than you think. You can hold on a little longer, right?"

Jungkook's head is tilted back, arm shoved very obviously between his legs, thighs squeezing together. "Hyung," he chokes out, "I don't think I can."

Seokjin swallows. "That bad?"

"It was that bad during the interview, and then the car ride, and then getting into the elevator. I- I don't know if I can hold it. It doesn't feel like I can," Jungkook finishes in a small voice, thin, like he's not too far from tears.

"Hey," Seokjin says, the need to reassure a distressed Jungkook second nature at this point, "you'll be fine. You don't have a bottle in your bag, do you?"

Jungkook shakes his head. Seokjin doesn't have a bag. The interview was short, a quick ride out and ride back, which is why Seokjin is currently dealing with his own predicament, although one less urgent than Jungkook's.

Their next schedule isn't until late afternoon, so Seokjin indulged himself while showering this morning. He took time cleaning, opening himself just enough to work an anal plug inside.

Seokjin is not usually this... adventurous. But it's been a while since he's gotten laid, has been days since he's even jerked off, so he thought it'd be a fun little secret to have, wearing a plug, before returning to his hotel room to get off. It was perverted of him, okay, sure, but harmless.

Now, he stands trapped in an elevator with his youngest member bursting with the need to piss, all too aware of the plug in his own ass, the way he's been half-hard for a while now.

"Fuck, this is humiliating," Jungkook huffs out, a humorless laugh and a quick series of blinks like he's already tearing up. "The managers will probably have to- to pay off the hotel staff not to tell anyone that BTS' Jeon Jungkook wet himself in an elevator."

"Jungkook-ah," Seokjin says, slightly exasperated but understanding, too. "Accidents happen, it's not your fault. You really have to go that badly?"

Jungkook nods frantically. He's squeezing himself now, shifting his weight from foot to foot, his fingers shaking as they clutch over his dick through his white dress pants. "Fuck, oh god."

"Okay," Seokjin says, face heating with what he's about to offer, belly clenching at the thought of Jungkook agreeing to it. "I have an idea."

Jungkook glances up, eyes wide and wet. "You can get us out?"

"I— No, sorry, not like that. Jungkook-ah," Seokjin says, swallowing nervously. "It's a really fucked up idea."

Jungkook blinks. "Um. Okay, but I'm really desperate, so like—"

"You can piss inside me."

It takes a moment for the words to register, and then Jungkook blanches.

"No, no no, I am not peeing in your mouth."

Seokjin almost laughs, as if what he's suggesting is any less shocking. "Great, because I wasn't talking about my mouth."

"Hyung," Jungkook says, eyebrows furrowed, hand still desperately grabbing himself through his clothes. "I don't—"

"I don't know how to say this without sounding like a huge pervert."

"I already think you're a huge pervert," Jungkook whines. Maybe he means it jokingly. More likely he's so desperate right now that he's being completely serious. Seokjin isn't that offended, though.

"I was going to go back to my room and get off, so I'm wearing a butt plug right now. I'm open, I can— fucking hell, I can literally hold your piss for you until I get back to my room."

Jungkook's mouth has dropped open, eyes wide again. "Fuck. That's... You're not messing with me?"

"No, I wouldn't do that to you in a situation like this," Seokjin says, and Jungkook's eyes soften when he realizes that Seokjin is right.

For someone who often tries to lighten the mood, Seokjin knows when to be serious. When it involves Jungkook's health, his fear of humiliating himself, Seokjin would never joke around, and Jungkook knows this.

"Help me," Jungkook finally says, and even though Seokjin knows his ears are burning with his own embarrassment, he's relieved. He has no idea what he would do if he had to stand here and actually watch Jungkook wet himself. "Please, hyung, I'll try it, just- just tell me how."

"God," Seokjin chokes out, already unbuckling his belt, nodding to Jungkook to do the same. "Just go slow taking the plug out. It should be wet enough that you can just, ah. Slip in."

"Slip in," Jungkook echoes, groaning. "All the way?"

"No, fuck, I don't know, whatever will work. Are you even hard?"

Jungkook moves into position behind Seokjin before he's even pulled his underwear down, his voice rough and urgent when he says, "Only a little. Fuck, fuck, can you, ah, bend a little—"

So Seokjin does. Palms flat on the elevator wall, bent over slightly, back arched, pants shoved down to his knees. Shamelessly exposing himself for Jungkook behind him.

It doesn't feel real, that they're doing this. Seokjin always thought that if they did end up fooling around — not even that big of an if, since the tension has certainly been there for the past few years — their first time was likely to be hurried and unplanned, messy and imperfect, but this is... not that. This is so different from anything Seokjin ever imagined for himself, for them.

And he's only getting harder as he thinks about it.

"It's pink," Jungkook says, and Seokjin almost asks Jungkook what the hell he's referring to until he remembers the plug.

"Oh my god. Just take it out."

"Right, sorry, sorry. Hnnn, I have to go so bad."

Seokjin shudders. Jungkook at least listens to him, easing the plug out slowly, that uncomfortable tug at his rim until it pops out. Seokjin doesn't see if Jungkook sets it down, just feels the blunt tip of Jungkook's cock pressing over his hole, rubbing. Maybe getting himself hard enough to be able to push inside.

Seokjin suddenly feels a tiny burst of heat, a little trickle over his rim. He gasps and tightens up.

"Oh my god fuck I'm so sorry," Jungkook says, words slurring in his hurry to say them, and then his cockhead is pressing wide into Seokjin's hole, stretching him, sinking in.

"Jungkook-ah," Seokjin moans. He can't tell how deep Jungkook is — maybe halfway? — but the feel of it has a shameful pleasure tightening low in Seokjin's belly, has him clenching up just to hear Jungkook's answering whine. "Go on, let go."

When Jungkook speaks, his words are breathed out warm over the back of Seokjin's neck, like Jungkook has tucked his face there the way he sometimes does when he's sleepy. "You feel so good around me. I can't believe this. Hyung, your ass is really no joke."

If anything, Seokjin just blushes more. "I'm flattered. Please hurry up."

Jungkook holds himself so still, quiet except for a whimper, as Seokjin adjusts to the strange fullness of Jungkook's warm, half-hard cock tucked inside him. And then Jungkook's fingers squeeze at Seokjin's hips, a gasp falling from his lips when he starts to piss.

"I'm sorry," Jungkook whines helplessly. He might be trembling with relief now. "I'm going now, I'm sorry."

There's a heat inside that Seokjin can't ignore even if he wants to, the strange sensation of being filled with something liquid as Jungkook pisses in him, stream starting and stopping in bursts while Jungkook whimpers. Splashing heat, and then nothing.

"Just go," Seokjin laughs, voice rough. "Fill me up, Jungkook-ah, or do you want those doors to open before you've finished?"

"I'm trying," Jungkook says, earnest. "Does it hurt? Is it— too much?"

"No," Seokjin says quickly. The pressure inside is strange, Seokjin imagines it will get more uncomfortable, but he can handle it.

He doesn't know why he says the next thing he does. He must be out of his mind a little with the taboo of what they're doing, after admitting to wearing a plug, after letting Jungkook use him as a hole to piss inside.

"Feels good," Seokjin murmurs, grabbing one of Jungkook's hands and bringing it around to his cock, where it's straining in front of him.

Jungkook's hips jerk. "Hyung," he chokes out, voice gone rough, full of something like awe. He tentatively curls his fingers around Seokjin's cock, asking, "Because of this? Because of me?"

"Yes."

Jungkook groans. He's still pissing, Seokjin can feel it, amazed it hasn't started to leak out of him yet.

"Hyung really is a pervert."

"Yah!" Seokjin shouts, but there's barely any power behind it. Jungkook jerks him off slowly, like he's still not sure it's allowed, and starts to grind his hips forward. It has his stream starting and stopping again — or maybe just trickling off. Seokjin wonders how much is inside him now, his ears and neck hot, his cock throbbing in Jungkook's grip.

"Feels so good to let go," Jungkook moans, pressing his body closer against Seokjin's back, voice gritty and low. "Almost as good as if I were fucking you."

Seokjin tightens up, and is sure Jungkook can tell from the way his hand speeds up over Seokjin's cock. "Jungkook-ah."

"You really like me peeing inside you?" It's the disbelief in Jungkook's voice that has humiliation surging hot through Seokjin, sticky-warm and ashamed, so turned on that he's panting.

"Feels so full," Seokjin moans. And it's true, he's so full now he aches a little with it, knowing that when Jungkook pulls out to replace his dick with the plug some is bound to spill out. "I just wanted to help, but—"

"Oh," Jungkook whispers. "Hyung wanted to be useful. Do you get off on that too, knowing you're helping me, even if it means you're bent over and filled with my piss now?"

Seokjin drops his head forward, moans climbing in pitch when he starts to come, ah, ah, ah, shuddering as Jungkook tries to catch the mess in his palm.

His muscles spasm and clench up tight around Jungkook's cock, he can't help it, and they both gasp when some of Jungkook's piss leaks out, trailing hot down the back of Seokjin's thigh.

"Hyung, don't- don't spill," Jungkook chokes out, hips still flush against Seokjin's ass.

"It's not on purpose," Seokjin moans. Coming down from his orgasm, he's more aware of how full he is than ever. "Are you still going?"

"No, ah. I think I'm done. Feels so much better." Jungkook moans too, a softer noise, bent over and nuzzling his face into Seokjin's neck. Seokjin wants to laugh — is this really a time to cuddle? — until he hears Jungkook whisper, "I'm already inside. Is it okay if I..."

Seokjin, still shaky with the aftershocks of his orgasm, feels a tug low in his belly. "Okay if you what?"

"Come inside you," Jungkook finishes, borderline pleading. "I'll do it fast."

"Jungkook-ah."

"You feel so good."

Seokjin swallows, ears burning, the uncomfortable heaviness of Jungkook's piss inside just making him want to clench up tighter. "If you fuck me, ah, won't it leak out? There's a lot."

"Can you just." Jungkook cuts off, grunting a little, hands tight on Seokjin's hips again. Seokjin belatedly realizes he has no idea where Jungkook wiped off the mess of cum from his hand. He hopes it wasn't the outside of either of their clothes. "Just do that thing, that little squeeze, fuck. 'm already close, feels all sensitive, hyung, ah—"

Seokjin does squeeze, not even intentionally, and Jungkook's hips rut forward, cock jerking.

"So wet inside," Jungkook moans.

Seokjin laughs. The movement of it must have him tightening further, because Jungkook gasps, holding Seokjin with a hard grip as he shudders.

"Are you—"

"Hnnn," Jungkook whines, hips grinding lazily, breath coming out in short huffs. "Fuck. Fuck."

"Oh." Seokjin guesses that answers that question.

He lets Jungkook have his 30 seconds of afterglow and then reminds him how soon help will be here. "Where did you put the plug anyway?"

"Oh, uh, on a tissue. Hold on. I can use it to wipe off your leg too."

"God." Humiliation comes back in full force, flushing Seokjin hot. "Please hurry."

There's another hot trickle down his leg when Jungkook finally eases his cock out with a hiss, and Seokjin clenches up tight, so tight that Jungkook huffs out a nervous laugh as he tries to press the plug back inside, "Hyung, you have to open for it at least a little—"

Jungkook does wipe him off — it's all embarrassing at this point, but Seokjin reminds himself it's Jungkook's fault and feels better about it — and helps Seokjin back into his clothes before pulling up his own. When Seokjin actually takes a look at Jungkook's face, he's red, lip bitten, eyes wide and apologetic.

"Hyung—"

"Jungkook-ah," Seokjin interrupts, wincing at the pressure of the liquid still inside him, praying to whatever higher power is listening that the hotel staff show up soon, "let's never fucking do that again."

A laugh bursts out of Jungkook, even as he still looks mildly ashamed. "Do- Do you mean all of it, or—"

"Never this specific horrible situation again. We can talk about the rest."

"I really am sorry."

Seokjin laughs, and then clutches his stomach, wincing. "I know. It's okay. Still better than wetting yourself, right? Unless you're into that. I guess I can't judge right now."

"Hyung," Jungkook whines. "No more talking, please. I'm trying to look like someone who didn't just pee inside Worldwide Handsome Kim Seokjin."

Seokjin laughs louder even though it hurts, leaning into Jungkook when he does, and he doesn't miss the sneaky kiss that Jungkook presses into his hair.

"Well try harder, Golden Maknae Jeon Jungkook."

Jungkook groans.