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“Junggukkie~”
Their apartment is warm, curtains pulled back, windows open so a soft breeze drafts in, flickering a page of the book Jungkook was nursing in his lap. He perks up at the sound of his name, big eyes looking around for the source.
Namjoon emerges from the bedroom, cheeks pink and a tablet in his hands that makes Jungkook’s eyebrow arch up in interest. Namjoon only ever brings out his tablet for one thing..
“Yes?” Jungkook draws out, marking the page in his book before closing it. He’s dated Namjoon long enough to know to keep his books closed around him, often losing his place when the man decides he wants attention.
Namjoon sits next to him, eyes bright despite the nervous look on his face. Jungkook watches him, mentally bracing himself for whatever random topic his boyfriend has decided to divulge into this time.
“Promise to hear me out before you say no.” Namjoon says, bringing his tablet to his chest.
“Hyung, come on..” Jungkook whines, lips coming up into a pout.
“It literally won’t take up any more of your time. I just.. I can even do it right here.” Namjoon grins and Jungkook has the sudden urge to kiss him. He’s so cute when he’s like this.
“Okay, spill.” Jungkook sighs, motioning for Namjoon to continue.
Namjoon nods, unlocking his tablet and clicking around a few times before he turns it towards Jungkook. “I want you to teach me how to do this.”
In front of him, the tablet displayed a video, as expected, of two guys in the middle of a bed. The camera zooms in suddenly and Jungkook blushes at the sight of the bottom’s pussy gushing out slick while the top continues to lick at his clit, fingers curling into his entrance. A swoop of warmth hits Jungkook’s belly and he pushes the tablet away.
“Namjoon!” Jungkook shouts, shy and a bit too warm for his liking. “It’s the middle of the day!”
“It’s the weekend! And, and I know we’ve talked about before and I said I wanted you to teach me—“
“That was months ago!” Jungkook cuts him off.
“—and you agreed. But I think I’m ready now. I think I can do it.” Namjoon looks like a kid on christmas day, giddy and excited in a way he always gets at the mention of sex.
It’s not anything either of them were ashamed of. He’d met Namjoon at a house party and decided upon first glance that the tall man would definitely be going home with him. Namjoon is nothing short of eager and that night Jungkook had cum more times than he ever thought possible. Namjoon was not a shy lover by any means, slurring praises in Jungkook’s ear, the two of them pleasantly tipsy. Jungkook remembers being thankful for the alcohol, because some of the things he said that night still haunt him to this day.
“It’s not about if you can do it. I’m not even sure I can..” Jungkook blushes, looking away from the older man for a moment.
“We don’t know if we don’t try?” Namjoon suggests.
And Jungkook should really be ashamed of how little it takes to get him turned on, but he knows Namjoon is equally enjoying this, so his qualms about it are short lived.
“Fine,” Jungkook says with a roll of his eyes and the speed at which Namjoon pounces on him would’ve been dizzying if he wasn’t used to it.
The man is pure muscle, shoving his way between Jungkook’s legs, setting his book to the side and licking into his mouth before Jungkook has a chance to change his mind. He’s pressed further back into the cushions of the couch, Namjoon’s warm hands gripping the back of his thighs to pull his legs up and around the man’s hips.
Jungkook’s hands find their way into Namjoon’s hair, returning the eager kisses with little finesse, content to let Namjoon take his keep.
“Are you hard already?” Jungkook laughs, feeling the familiar weight of a bulge pressing into his core. Namjoon hums, unashamed in his arousal. He grinds his hips up into the man, satisfied when he earns himself a groan.
Namjoon’s lips trails down to Jungkook’s neck, leaving a soft kiss there before it travels further down, teeth dragging along the skin.
“Take this off,” Namjoon huffs, sitting back on his knees and pushing at Jungkook’s shirt.
“I thought I was supposed to be teaching you.” Jungkook teases, but goes to pull off his shirt anyways. He gasps when Namjoon kisses his chest, hands on his waist.
Namjoon licks over his nipple, pulling the sensitive bud between his teeth. He fits his lips around it and sucks, Jungkook moaning and arching up into his touch.
“Baby,” Jungkook whines, already needy for it. Namjoon smirks and sits back, running his hands over Jungkook’s chest and squeezing his pecks. “Yours too.”
Namjoon is quick to obey, tossing his shirt up and over his head, letting it fall to the ground. Jungkook takes a second to drink him in, eyes greedy as they rake up and over his torso. He’ll always be jealous of Namjoon’s physique, his ability to bulk and cut freely without changing the definition of the muscle.
He’s bigger now, the summer months are always cutting season for him and Jungkook has enjoyed every second of it. As if hearing his own thoughts, the sun filters in through the window, bright rays of light warming the two of them and illuminating Namjoon’s chest.
“Love, you’re staring.” Namjoon says, but makes no effort to move.
“Shut up.” Jungkook mutters, allowing his hands to take over the taunt skin. His thoughts turn dirty, more cynical and unhinged as he takes Namjoon in. How would he feel if I asked to rub my pussy on his abs?
Namjoon ends the one sided peep show, leaning down for a kiss, Jungkook melting easily on his tongue. Namjoon snakes his hand into Jungkook’s shorts, past his underwear and straight to his folds where slick has already pooled, his core soaked with his arousal.
“Fuck,” Namjoon grunts, pressing a hard kiss to Jungkook’s lips before pulling back, tugging his shorts off with him. “Do you know it drives me insane to know how wet you get just looking at me?”
Jungkook moans, spreading his legs further, little thrusts up into the way Joon has taken to petting him. Two fingers rub over his folds, spreading slick over the lips until his cunt is shiny from it. Jungkook watches the way Namjoon licks his lips, his tongue pressing into his cheek.
“Can I take a picture of it?” Namjoon asks suddenly, looking up at Jungkook briefly before staring back between his legs. He spreads his lips open further until his clit is showing, a dusty pink thing covered in his own arousal.
Namjoon doesn’t touch it, petting around the sensitive bundle of nerves until Jungkook and whining, throwing his head back against the arm of the couch. Namjoon hums, fingers trailing down to his entrance, teasing a bit before he pulls his hand away. Jungkook waits for the next touch, but it doesn’t come. Namjoon’s sticky fingers rest on his thigh and when Jungkook looks down to meet his eyes, the man is looking at him expectedly.
“What?” Jungkook huffs.
“Can I take a picture of it?” Namjoon asks again, his tone blunt. Jungkook whines, going to pull his knees close but Namjoon stops him.
“Why are you so horny today?” Jungkook asks instead, running a hand through his hair.
“Please?”
And oh.. That’s certainly something.
Jungkook nods, blushing when Namjoon stands up and leaves towards the bedroom, leaving Jungkook spread nude on their couch. If he wasn’t so into it, he might actually kick Namjoon’s ass for this embarrassing situation.
Namjoon returns just as quickly as he’s left, his own sweatpants discarded, leaving him in his boxers. His erection tents the fabric and Jungkook pouts when it’s taken from view, Namjoon positioning himself on the couch on his belly, laying between Jungkook’s legs with his phone pointed at his pussy.
“You’re so annoying.” Jungkook vents, but moves willingly when Namjoon tilts his hips up, the sound of the camera shutter going off a few times.
He watches as Namjoon brings his fingers back to pet his lips, running his thumb up to spread him open again. This time, he rubs softly at his clit, Jungkook’s thighs tensing at the touch. Namjoon hums, bringing the camera closer. It’s then that Jungkook notices he’s recording and a new wave of heat swoops through him, making him moan.
“Hyung..” Jungkook whines, hands coming down to rub through Namjoon’s hair.
“Just a sec, baby.” Namjoon says. He dips a finger into Jungkook’s hole, the younger gasping and watching as he pulls it free, covered with his arousal.
“Namjoon,” Jungkook says, serious this time. Namjoon smiles, ending the video and tossing his phone aside.
“Okay, okay. I’m ready.” He says, his hands on Jungkook’s inner thighs.
“You sure? Don’t wanna bring out the R5?” Jungkook teases, but the way Namjoon looks at him makes him think the man doesn’t take it as a joke. “No.”
“Another time.” Namjoon offers. Jungkook ignores him, petting through his hair. “What do I do first?”
“You’ve eaten pussy before, babe.” Jungkook hums.
“I want you to tell me.” Namjoon says plainly, eyes closing as he leans into Jungkook’s touch.
“You’re disgusting.” But Jungkook grins, his pussy pulsing around nothing. “Just start and I’ll take it from there.”
Namjoon nods, pressing a kiss to Jungkook’s thigh. Jungkook settles into the couch further, holding himself open with a hand under his left knee, Namjoon’s own supporting the right.
He starts slow, kissing over his lips, tongue peeking out to give kitten licks to his hole. Jungkook shivers, his right hand sliding down to Namjoon’s nape, just to anchor himself.
Namjoon spreads him open for the third time and kisses around his clit, thick lips only brushing the nerves. His lips move further down, tongue pressing over his entrance as he licks up most of the slick that has gathered there. Namjoon grunts, eyes closing. His thumbs come up to spread Jungkook further, teasing his tongue against Jungkook’s clit.
“You can suck on it too. Just not too much,” Jungkook says, breathless as he watches Namjoon’s chin become wet with slick. The man looks up at him as he does what Jungkook instructs, lips suctioning around his clit, this tongue flicking over the bud.
“Oh..” Jungkook moans, holding Namjoon’s gaze. The younger moans again as he does it a few more times before pulling off, replacing it with two of his fingers.
“Good?” Namjoon asks, kissing Jungkook’s thigh again.
“Mhm,” Jungkook whimpers. “Can you.. your fingers too, hyung?”
Namjoon smiles, pressing another kiss to his pussy. “Of course, love.”
Namjoon drags his fingers down until they’re pressing into Jungkook’s pussy. The slide is slick, the digits easily dipping into Jungkook’s core, molding themselves around his walls.
Jungkook pulls Namjoon’s head back towards his clit, the man going wordlessly, lips puckering around his mound. Jungkook takes a moment to rest his head on the arm of the couch, whining as Namjoon slowly thrusts two fingers into him while alternating between sucking and kitten licking his clit.
He feels awfully close to his first orgasm, his belly tightening in the familiar way. He’s long since gotten over the embarrassment of how quickly he’s able to come with Namjoon between his legs, chopping it up to his overall attraction to the man. Besides, Namjoon more than makes it up to him on a daily basis.
“Keep going, ‘m so close.” Jungkook moans, hand keeping Namjoon pressed close while he pulls his thigh up to his chest.
Namjoon hums into his cunt, big hand on his waist pulling his hips up further. Together they shift Jungkook until his back is sliding further down into the seats of the couch, his hips making little thrusts up into Namjoon’s mouth.
“Curl your fingers, hyung. Like.. ah, mmph.. like that. A little left..” Jungkook moans louder, swearing when Namjoon’s fingers thrust into a specific spot that will no doubt have him coming undone in seconds.
The sounds coming from between his legs are obscene, Namjoon sucking and slurping around his clit, fingers squelching with each thrust as slick continues to drip out of him. He’s sure the cushion is ruined by now.
“Hyung, hyung-ah.. Joonie~” Jungkook babbles uselessly, struggling to catch his breath as his arousal seems to climb impossibly higher. If he had a logical mind, he’d be confused as to why he’s not coming yet and why it feels so fucking drawn out.
Then Namjoon slips a third finger inside, pressing adamantly against his walls and he’s coming. Squirting to be exact.
“Holy fuck! Fuck fuck fuck, hyung!” Jungkook shouts, squeezing his eyes shut as wheezes, letting go of his leg and white-knuckling the pillow near his head.
His hips buck wildly, thighs shaking and Namjoon follows him hungrily, continuing to piston his fingers into Jungkook’s cunt and suck on his clit until Jungkook his whining from oversensitivity, trying to kick him off.
“What did I do?” Namjoon asks, giddy as his fingers continue to rub at Jungkook’s clit, the younger one withering around beneath him.
“S-s-st..” Jungkook shudders, his ears ringing. He whines when Namjoon pulls him further down onto the couch, folding his legs up to his chest. He has half a mind to hold onto them, letting out a gasp when Namjoon’s mouth goes back onto his cunt, fingers pressing back inside.
“So fucking good for me, Gukkie. Such a perfect fucking pussy.” Namjoon grunts, and Jungkook feels like he’s on the verge of tears from how good he feels.
Ever since he’d told Namjoon about his previous sexual encounters, it’s been the man’s mission to make him squirt. They’ve discussed it in the past, but it never went further than an after sex conversation, cuddling into each other and craving a different kind of intimacy.
Now though, Jungkook is starting to regret ever sharing that small piece of information to the horniest man on the planet.
“Can you do it again? You can do it again, can’t you baby?” Namjoon begs, on the verge of whining himself. Jungkook doesn’t have time to answer before he’s letting out a choked moan, Namjoon, once again, sucking on his clit.
His second orgasm comes just as quickly as the first, rippling over him at a familiar pace, relaxing his taunt muscles.
Namjoon kisses him after the second one and Jungkook cringes at how wet the man’s face is, covered from the jaw down in his juices. The older one doesn't seem to mind though, content to swap spit with Jungkook all the same.
“Hyung,” Jungkook whines, hands grabbing at Namjoon’s erection, pushing his boxers down until the man is kicking them off.
“You’re perfect.” Namjoon praises, Jungkook stroking him once before pulling him forwards, the head of his cock teasing his soaked folds. They both groan into each other, Namjoon sheathing himself inside.
Jungkook holds him close as Namjoon bottoms out, the need to touch burning bright within him. Namjoon licks into his mouth and sucks on his tongue as they find a rhythm, slow then picking up speed, chasing release.
Namjoon grunts and moans, whispering praises against Jungkook’s lips, hiking his hips up higher and rubbing his clit as the man trembles around his cock, a third orgasm being pulled from him.
Jungkook slumps back onto the cushions, hands petting Namjoon’s chest and abs as the man fucks him. His pussy spasms around each thrust, sucking Namjoon back in each time he pulls out. Namjoon groans above him, holding his legs open in an iron grip that makes Jungkook just a tiny bit dizzy.
“Inside, hyung. Come inside, please.” Jungkook whines when Namjoon gets the familiar pinch to his brow. He locks his ankles around Namjoon’s lower back and the man shudders, gritting his teeth.
Jungkook pulls him down into a kiss as he comes, sucking on his tongue as he feels Namjoon unload inside of him, his small thrusts no doubt pushing it further inside. The thought makes his clit twitch in interest, but a deep exhaustion pushes it away before it can form into something filthy.
Namjoon pants into his neck, his body pinning him to the couch until Jungkook whines at how uncomfortably hot it becomes, pushing at Joon’s shoulders. The man chuckles, peeling himself off of Jungkook.
“So?” Namjoon says, his cock still buried inside of Jungkook’s pussy, softening bit by bit.
“I don’t think I can do it more than once.” Jungkook says shyly.
Clearly those words were a mistake because Namjoon seems to take it as a challenge.
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