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Namjoon is tugging him up from his sitting position on Taehyung’s lap, they’re drinking on Yoongi and Hoseok’s room, celebrating the end of the american leg of the tour and he’s honestly surprised none of their managers has come to shut them up and get them to go to sleep. Jungkook guesses they’re probably exhausted and not riding on the adrenaline only performing in front of their fans brings them.
“It’s time to sleep now,” declares Namjoon, getting Jungkook to stand beside him with a hand holding onto his waist.
Taehyung boos, reaching out a hand to try and take Jungkook back to himself, pouting when it doesn’t work and turning to Jimin maybe for support. They’re the most drunk of the room, having stolen Jungkook’s drinks from him on the excuse that Jungkook was a minor in there and hearing none of it when he pointed out that so were they.
“I think it’s best for you two to switch rooms, one with each of the drunkards,” continues Namjoon, speaking to Yoongi and Hoseok who are still mostly sober. Yoongi drinks more than anyone but his tolerance rivals even Seokjin’s.
“I’ll take Jimin,” says Yoongi, helping Jimin stand up. Taehyung boos again, reaching out to try and get Jimin back. Jungkook giggles.
Namjoon decides that is dealt with and leaves with Jungkook trailing behind him. He can hear Jimin and Taehyung protesting at being separated and Yoongi trying to convince them to let go of each other. Jungkook almost feels bad for Yoongi, it’s hard enough trying to separate them when they’re sober, now that they’re drunk and even more irrational is going to be a nightmare.
They get to their room at the end of the hall, going in carefully to not wake up Seokjin sleeping with the bedsheets covering his head and the air con on max. He’s been dealing with a headache ever since they were halfway through the concert, so he decided to go to sleep the moment they got to the hotel.
They take turns in the bathroom getting ready to go to sleep, keeping it as low as possible to not disturb their hyung.
Sharing a bed with one of his hyungs is something that happens most nights than not, especially when they’re on the road staying in semi-nice hotels in big cities. Being the maknae means that his opinion doesn’t count when it comes to bed arrangement and so he’s the designated bed companion to whoever ends up losing their rock paper scissors tournament. He won’t admit it, but sharing with Namjoon is his favorite.
The bed is nice, the room is cool and the covers are not too thick or heavy, they feel good against his skin. He’s getting comfortable on his side when he feels Namjoon’s hands going under his shirt. That’s okay, sometimes Namjoon needs some physical contact to sleep. His breath catches on his throat when he feels one pinch on his nipple though.
“Hyung, “ he whispers, trying to contain the gasp when he feels a second pinch.
“What is it baby?” asks Namjoon, pressing kisses to Jungkook’s neck and jaw and sliding close until Junkook feels his erection.
“Hyung,” Jungkook repeats, grabbing the hand under his shirt to stop it’s movements but arching his neck to give Namjoon more space. “We can’t, hyung is right there.”
“He probably took something for his head to be able to sleep, and you can be very quiet, right baby?” Namjoon says, then he sits up and turns Jungkook on his back so he can kneel between his legs. “You’re such a good boy, I know you can stay quiet.”
Jungkook breathes heavily, Namjoon is playing dirty. He loves being called a good boy and he’ll do anything to make him proud and get praised. But still, Seokjin is right there , there’s not even a wall between them and yes, he is sleeping and probably doped on pain meds or something but he could still wake up. He’s embarrassed about the idea turning him on. Is it the potential of being discovered or just doing it in front of someone even if that someone is unconscious?
Whatever it is, his cock gets interested. It’s hard not to get interested when Namjoon is probably leaving marks on his collarbones and rutting one thigh on Jungkook’s hardening cock.
“I don’t know,” he says, because he’s still unsure. He might be horny but he’ll die of embarrassment if Seokjin does wake up.
Namjoon puts both hands under his shirt and rubs all the way up to his pecs, bunching the shirt under his armpits and leaving his torso completely exposed to Namjoon’s mouth. The kisses start on his nipples and go down all the way down to his navel, making him gasp and squirm on the bed.
“It feels like you do want it,” murmurs Namjoon, mouthing at Jungkook’s clothed cock well on its way to full hardness.
“Nghh, I- Hyung!”
Namjoon has jungkook’s cock on his mouth now, wetting his boxers and putting pressure with his tongue on the tip, the feeling of the fabric over his sensitive cock head makes Jungkook squirm to get away.
“Be a good boy now and quiet down, or do you need something in your mouth baby? Hmm? We don’t want hyung to wake up, do we?”
His cock jumps on Namjoon’s grip and he feels his cheeks burning at the look Namjoon gives him. He’s so embarrassed he whimpers and nods, beckoning Namjoon to kneel above his chest and feed him his cock.
Namjoon chuckles, rubbing the head of Jungkook’s cock once more before letting go and taking his boxers off. He’s above Jungkook a second later, grabbing his own cock from the base and rubbing the head against Jungkook’s parted lips.
Jungkook loves sucking Namjoon’s cock, loves choking on it when it’s so far down his throat he can barely think. But Namjoon is teasing him now, barely letting the tip in and pulling out when he moves up for more. He whines, angrily looking up and glaring when he only finds a dimpled smile and mischievous eyes looking down at him.
“What do we say, baby?”
“Please, hyung” Jungkook whispers, licking his lips and focusing once more on the cock in front of him. “Please let me suck your cock.”
“So polite,” chuckles Namjoon, and Jungkook is about to whine again at being teased but then Namjoon’s cock is parting his lips and thrusting all the way in.
He whines again when he feels the pressure on his throat, forcing his gagging reflex down and letting out a breath through his nose. He feels one of Namjoon’s hands on his hair, the other on the back of his neck, just holding him in place. Even though he knows what’s next, he still gags a little when Namjoon starts thrusting deeper, making space for himself down Jungkook’s mouth. His eyes start to water and saliva is now running down his neck.
“Such a pretty sight,” praises Namjoon, pressing in deeper until his balls are resting on Jungkook’s chin and staying there for a couple seconds, making Jungkook’s lungs burn with the lack of air. “Pretty mouth made for sucking my cock, right baby?”
He can’t nod, Namjoon’s hands are holding him perfectly in place to fuck his mouth, so he just hums and looks up with teary eyes. Namjoon hums back at him before his thrusts grow faster, he throws his head back and lets out a groan.
Jungkook opens his eyes again at the noise, not noticing they were closed in the first place, and tries to look over at Seokjin’s bed, now aware of the lewd noises so loud in the otherwise dead silent room. The slap of Namjoon’s balls against his chin is loud, and the little gagging noise he makes every other thrust is possibly pornographic. He feels his cock grow rock hard and desperately cants his hips upward in search of any kind of friction, whining frustrated when all he meets is air.
Namjoon must have noticed the movement because he chuckles again, taking the hand out of his hair and pulling his cock out of his mouth. His hand is now rubbing Jungkook’s lower lip, smearing the saliva and his precome over it.
“Do you want hyung to take care of you, baby?” Namjoon asks, his tone patronizing. Jungkook swallows and calms his breathing, taking advantage of the pause and unobstructed mouth to take big deep breaths. He nods next, because he’s so hard he feels like he’ll come at the first breeze contact with his cock.
Namjoon smiles, “Make me come then.” he says, positioning his cock on Jungkook’s mouth again and thrusting with renewed vigor. His thrusts are so fast and deep Jungkook barely has time to breath and his vision is going hazy.
It’s just a couple minutes later when he feels Namjoon stop with his cock halfway in and come inside his mouth, he swallows everything he can, feeling some cum spill around the cock and down his neck, following the same path his saliva did and adding to the mess.
He preens under the praises Namjoon is murmuring against his lips, opening up for his tongue and sighing at being kissed so thoroughly and lovingly. He almost forgets about the erection tenting his boxers, until he feels hands taking the garment off.
“Wait here,” Namjoon whispers, leaving the bed and crossing the room to his suitcase.
Jungkook takes the time to breath and calm his erratic heart, he’s still very hard, just not on the cusp of coming anymore, and is surprised next when the bedroom is cast in light from Namjoon turning on the lamp on their nightstand.
“Hyung, what are you doing?” he asks, chancing a glance to Seokjin’s bed and sighing with relief when he still sees his body unmoving, but his face is no longer covered.
“I need to see what I’m doing baby,” Namjoon says, like it’s obvious and completely expected.
“You’re going to wake Jin hyung,”
“If the noises of you choking on my cock didn’t wake him up, I don’t think a little light will.” Jungkook blushed and averted his eyes, embarrassed at the words and how true they probably were.
Namjoon kneeled back between his thighs and that’s when Jungkook saw the bottle of lube, his legs opening up on their own accord, Namjoon smiled at the movement, probably pleased at how obedient he was being.
“Hyung is going to take care of you now,” Namjoon says, coating two of his fingers with the lube and going down on his elbows, coming face to face - face to dick? - with Jungkook’s cock. Just the image of Namjoon between his thighs is enough to make his breath labored again, and even before the first contact with his cock he’s already trembling at the promise of pleasure that Namjoon always delivers.
He whimpers when one finger enters his body and at the same time Namjoon swallows his cock. The dual sensation has him biting his lips to restrict the noises bottling up on his throat and when that doesn’t work he twists his head into the pillow.
Both of his hands grab the sheets at his side, bunching the fabric between his fingers when he feels Namjoon’s throat constrict around him at the same time the finger presses against his prostate. Usually Namjoon waits longer to start playing with the nub, because once he starts it’s an easy and fast decline on Jungkook’s sanity. Tonight is not an exception, he becomes sensitive fast and it’s almost impossible to stay still, to not kick Namjoon away so he lets go of the hold he has on Jungkook’s hips. He doesn’t control the way his thighs shake and try to close though, and that earns him a slap to one that makes him let out a little yelp.
“Keep them open,” Namjoon demands, adding another finger and licking the tip of his cock in a kitten-like manner.
He nods, and grabs his own thighs with shaky hands, forcing them open and folding himself until his knees touch the mattress. Namjoon hums in approval and goes back to work, Jungkook is once again trying to control his breathing, even using the training they’ve had to survive their difficult choreographies on stage. Now, with both of his hands occupied maintaining himself open he has no way of keeping the pillow against his mouth to muffle his sounds, he still tries though, twisting his head until his neck is sure to cramp.
Suddenly he’s really close to coming, he can hear himself whining and whimpering, the grip on his thighs sliping from the sweat and the shaking and it’s all too much. Namjoon pops off his cock and bites the place where his left thigh meets his hip, it’s so unexpected that Jungkook has no time or mind to muffle the scream and he comes like that, with Namjoon’s teeth leaving indents on his skin, head thrown back and back arched off the mattress.
He lets go of his thighs, pushing at Namjoon’s head that’s now leaving kisses around the bite and retracting his fingers off Jungkook. He thinks it’s over, he’s stretching his arms over his head and pointing his toes to try and stretch away the cramp he’s starting to feel on his right calf when he feels Namjoon manhandling him to turn over on his stomach.
He makes a questioning noise, planting his knees on the bed while Namjoon pushes his chest down and his back into a low arch. He can feel the head of Namjoon’s cock prod at his hole so he scrambles to find purchase above his head.
Namjoon is going to fuck him, on his stomach, he can feel the heat already pooling on his stomach and his cock filling up again even though he just came. He feels lightheaded just from the pressure inside of him, for the drag of Namjoon against his inner walls, for the hand between his shoulder blades pinning him down to the bed and making him stay still. Once Namjoon bottoms out he can feel his body relax into the position Namjoon put him in, his thighs sliding against the wet bed sheets until he can feel the stretch burning in them.
Namjoon drops his body on top of Jungkook’s back, reaching his neck and leaving kisses all the way down to his shoulders. Jungkook realizes he’s giving him time to adjust.
“Oppa,” Jungkook whines, trying to move his hips back into Namjoon’s.
“What is it, doll?”
“Please fuck me,” he pleads, bringing one of his hands back into Namjoon’s thigh to hold and tug him closer.
Namjoon hums, petting his sides and leaving more kisses on his hair, nape and temples before straightening with both hands now on Jungkook’s shoulder blades to press him deeper into the bed and then he’s moving, slowly pulling out almost all the way and maddeningly slow pulling back in deep. On the next thrust he pulls completely out and Jungkook feels his lube being poured directly inside of him followed by Namjoon’s cock again, the wet noise he makes when he’s all the way in is so embarrassing it has Jungkook whimpering and hiding his face.
“So wet for your oppa, right doll?” Namjoon asks, beginning to thrust harder on his way in but still as slow on his way out. He doesn’t answer, he can’t, he’s too busy trying not to forget how to breathe and preventing his head from being split open against the headboard when his body slides up with every thrust. Jungkook hears the loud slap before he feels the heat on his right ass cheek, “I asked you a question.”
The loud noise makes his head clear a little, but still the only thing he can do is nod. Apparently that is enough answer for Namjoon or maybe he realized Jungkook is too far gone to pay much attention, either way he starts fucking him for real, with long, deep, and quick thrust that soon have Jungkook mewling and squirming, Namjoon has always known exactly how to make him a babbling mess.
He got lost in the feeling, being pressed down by Namjoon’s hands, fucked deep by his cock, he was high on endorphins and completely out of it. His mouth let out a constant string of moans and whimpers, he could feel the strain on his shoulders for supporting most of his weight, on his calves from his toes constantly curling and on his thighs for so long in the position. He is crying a little, getting the pillow where he was muffling his noises wet with tears and saliva alike.
Suddenly he is being pulled up with arms around his middle and Namjoon’s chest against his back. His arms flew around looking for something to hold onto while Namjoon settled him on his lap, cock still inside and now deeper somehow. That is the moment he remembers they aren't alone in the room and his eyes meet Seokjin’s, looking silently directly at him.
Namjoon tugs him closer by his hips, cock head pressing directly on his prostate. “Nghh, wait- hyung” Jungkook whimpers, grabbing the hands on his hips to stop all movement and trying to close his legs or get away. Namjoon doesn't pay attention to his babbling, starting to thrust upwards with a tight grip on his hips and Jungkook feels his eyes cloud with tears once more but this time he doesn't know if it is because of embarrassment or because of how turned on he is. His cock is bouncing against his stomach, the slapping sound accompanying the one of Namjoon’s balls against his ass.
“Look at that, doll. It seems that Jin hyung is enjoying the show.” Namjoon says, grabbing his chin with one hand and forcing him to look over at the other bed. Jungkook whines, closing his eyes to stop looking at Seokjin. What mortifies him the most is that he can’t read Seokjin’s face, he doesn’t see any sign of disgust, a smile, or horniness or anything, is completely blank.
Namjoon stops his thrusts but he starts twisting one nipple and petting down his stomach and Jungkook is so oversensitive that he can’t help but moan which just makes him cry harder and cover his hard cock with both hands.
“Don’t tell me you’re shy now Jungkookie,” he hears Seokjin say, but he can’t open his eyes, in fact he twists his head to the other side. “Not when you woke me up with those pretty noises.”
“No, I’m- I’m sorry hyung.” he whispers, between hiccups and labored gulps of air. “Please hyung, don’t be mad.”
“Are you talking to me? “ Seokjin asks, “Oh right, Namjoon is your oppa, not hyung, right?” he chuckles then.
Jungkook whines again, debating covering his face from the embarrassment but that would leave his leaking cock out in the open. “Please, I- I can’t,” he’s so close, he just needs a hand on his dick or some more attention to his nipples but Namjoon gives him none, slapping Jungkook’s hand when he goes to do it himself.
He feels the bed dip in front of him and when he opens his eyes he sees Seokjin now sitting in front of him and the tent on his boxers. He’s wearing a very soft looking sweater that Jungkook reaches out to touch without thinking about but once he makes contact with the garment he looks apprehensively at Seokjin, expecting to be told off. Seokjin smiles warmly and brings him closer with one hand on his hair.
Jungkook whines the loudest he’s ever heard himself, reaching out with both hands for a hold on Seokjin’s shoulders with the desperation only a starving animal could match. Seokjin meets him halfway when he realizes the grip Namjoon has on Jungkook’s hips doesn’t let him have a long range of movement.
He hides his face on Seokjin’s neck and tightens his grip on his shoulders when Namjoon starts fucking him again. Seokjin’s hands are petting him now, down his sides and massaging his waist, but not where he wants them the most, where he needs just a little friction to go over the edge.
“Please, please,” he begs, arching and collapsing against Seokjin’s chest when Namjoon bites at his shoulder and plaster’s his own chest to Jungkook’s back. “Ah! please, uh - I, I-” he can’t finish his sentences, not when Namjoon’s hips are restlessly fucking into him without pause, without mercy, with so much precision his cock nails his prostate on every movement. He’s going insane, the staccato of his heart echoing on his ears, his whole body is on fire and sweating cold at the same time, and he’s been so close for so long there’s a little puddle forming below him where his precum has been leaking steadily.
“Are you close, doll?” Namjoon asks, leaving more kisses on his nape, “Do you want oppa to make you cum?”
“O-oppa, please,” Jungkook babbles, mouth hanging open on Seokjin’s shoulder and drooling on his soft sweater. “hyung, please touch me.” he hiccups next, crying again, he probably never stopped actually.
He doesn’t even know who he’s talking to anymore, he just needs someone to touch him, he just needs something, anything. Then there’s a hand on his cock, jerking him off slowly from base to top and stopping there to massage the head a little, Jungkook’s back bends so extremely he must be close to snapping in two. And just like that he’s coming, screaming and whimpering between two of his hyungs, he comes so hard his vision fills with white spots.
Namjoon is coming inside of him when he comes back to himself, Jungkook feels the way his balls tighten and the warmth inside of him. He sighs, completely exhausted.
“Can I get off?” Seokjin asks, but Jungkook knows the question it’s not directed at him. Namjoon must have answered him because he’s being turned on his back and Seokjin joins him on the bed, kneeling beside him and grabbing onto his hair with one hand, the other is on his cock, stripping it with short and quick movements.
Jungkook almost offers him his mouth, but he can’t find his voice, his throat feels raw now that he’s not moaning. It doesn’t take him long to come though, his cum landing on Jungkook’s chest and some on his face, he’ll have to take another shower. He slips out his tongue to taste some of the cum that landed on the corner of his mouth and then he’s being kissed, Seokjin is kissing him.
He can feel Namjoon opening his thighs again and he tenses at the idea of there being more, Namjoon has so much stamina and such a short refractory period that marathon sex with him always leaves him on the edge of pain, but this time he’s apparently happy just looking at the mess that’s leaking out of Jungkook, the mess he put in there.
His body is continuously shivering, still on edge and every contact with his naked skin feels just on the side of too much. But he can’t complain when both of his hyungs snuggle him and leave little kisses on his face- avoiding Seokjin’s cum- while murmuring praises and endearments.
The cleaning is harder than expected. Not for Jungkook though, he’s still behaving like a spoiled baby and they’re putting up with it, carrying him to the bathroom and taking turns holding him under the hot water of the shower. It turns out the shower space it’s not made for three people, but they make it work.
The three of them end up on Seokjin’s bed, too lazy to change the sheets on their own and just decide to cuddle with Jungkook in the middle. He’s undecided who he wants to give his back to when the choice is taken from him and he’s being spooned by Seokjin, Namjoon chuckling at the look on Jungkook’s face. He feels his face blush again, so he hides on Namjoon’s chest and pretends to be more sleepy than he actually is.
“Next time, invite me from the start.” Seokjin murmurs, Namjoon laughs at Jungkook’s whine and he can feel Seokjin's smile against his nape.
But what fun would that be? Jungkook smiles and burrows some more on Namjoon’s chest.