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In all honesty, Jungkook could’ve never guessed the first time he’d talk with his cute, tall and handsome neighbor would be while he looks for a cockroach inside the man’s house.
But you gotta use what life gives you, right?
“Can you see it?” The neighbour asks, voice panicked. Jungkook glances at him, shoe in hand and shakes his head. Is this a bad time to ask what’s his name? Probably. “It was right there next to the fridge when I ran off to ask for your help.”
Oh, yes. Jungkook remembers it like it was three minutes ago (it was). He was sprawled on his couch, breathing heavily through his mouth in order to calm his body after a particularly hard gym session, and there was a knock. Shy at first, and then when there was no response, more insistent, followed by a somewhat desperate “Hey, I’m sorry to bother you, but uh, could you please kill a cockroach for me?”
Jungkook had never heard that voice before and it was so sexy he was standing up in a second, too used to thinking with his dick to be bothered by the quick reaction. When he opened the door, he was faced with The Neighbor.
The Neighbor had been so far a mysterious figure Jungkook had absolutely all the interest in. He had moved to his building maybe two months prior, and every time they happened to encounter each other in the hallway or – once – inside the elevator, the man flashed Jungkook a polite smile. And a polite smile is usually just a polite smile, but not when there are dimples involved. And boy, these are some dimples.
Jungkook’s absolutely in love with them. He wants to poke them, lick them, become a tiny little ant and live in them, too. His best friend Hoseok says he’s insane, and fine, maybe he is, but he’s proud of it, okay? These are The Dimples in The Neighbor.
And now the voice. The fucking voice. The accent. Jungkook could drown in it.
“You want me to do what?” He had asked dumbly, staring at the slightly taller figure.
“Kill a cockroach for me,” The Neighbor repeated, blushing a bit. “I know it’s weird, but uh, I can’t do it.”
Jungkook tilted his head. “Too grossed out?”
And to his total surprise, The Neighbor blushed even hard. “It’s a living being.” Jungkook raised an eyebrow. “Ok, it’s a gross living being.”
So here they are. The Neighbor, in a safe distance next to the door. Jungkook, with a shoe in hand, searching the apartment for the living being the other man can’t kill, but wants dead anyway.
Hey, he’s not one to judge! And besides, this puts him exactly where he has wanted to be for weeks now; close to The Neighbor’s bed. Too close, if he thinks about it. He can see the foot of it if he looks in the direction of the bedroom.
“I think we gotta wait it out,” Jungkook says, hoping he sounds casual enough. “I mean, I could bang all your furniture trying to drive it out of its hiding spot, but I got a feeling that would bother others since it’s 11pm.”
He turns to look at his neighbor again and catches him nodding slowly. He has his arms folded against his chest and he looks so soft despite being so freaking tall and broad. Jungkook wants to pet his head and fuck his brains out at the same time.
“That sounds reasonable,” The Neighbor mutters, eyes focusing on Jungkook. “How are we going to wait it out?”
Jungkook shrugs, absolutely casual. “I have nothing to do at the moment. We could, I don’t know, talk? Watch Netflix?”
“Watch Netflix,” the other man repeats.
“Yes! Netflix and chill,” Jungkook smiles.
The neighbor narrows his eyes. “Ain’t that code for let’s have sex ?”
Jungkook gasps. “It is ? I had no idea.” He did. He did have all the ideas.
His neighbor doesn’t seem totally convinced by his reply, but the acting classes Taehyung forced Jungkook to take over the summer must have changed something in his previous lack of ability to lie because the other man steps forward. “I just realized we never introduced ourselves. I’m Kim Namjoon,” he says, bowing.
“Jeon Jungkook.” He bows too.
“Nice to meet you, and thank you for coming by despite the weird as heck request,” Namjoon chuckles.
Namjoon. Namjoon . It’s so good to finally be able to put a name to the dimples. And the thick lips. And the broad chest. And thighs. Yeah.
“Not going to lie,” Jungkook says, clicking his tongue. “It is a bit weird, but I kinda missed the art of murder, so thank you for offering me this opportunity.”
This is a very Jungkook joke and he has been told before that not many people would appreciate or understand it, but when a laughter bubbles out of Namjoon, Jungkook knows; he is meant to fuck this man. No, no. He is supposed to fuck this man, he was sent to earth with this mission. It all comes down to it. It’s his calling, his one true destiny. His very own swan s–
“Have you eaten?”
Jungkook blinks, coming back to the reality of Namjoon still very much dressed. “Not after the gym, no.”
“You were at the gym?” Namjoon asks, closing the door to his apartment and moving to the kitchen.
“Didn’t the sleeveless shirt, sweatpants and sweat give you a hint?” Jungkook jokes, heart thundering against his chest upon the realization that holy fuck , his neighbor’s not only letting him stay, but is also about to feed him? That’s some boyfriend shit.
Namjoon doesn’t reply, but when he turns around to open the fridge, Jungkook catches the blush on his cheeks. Cute. He wonders then if Namjoon is this cute in bed, too, or if he’s the type to change completely and rail someone within an inch of their life.
Or maybe he likes to be railed… Both amazing thoughts. Jungkook likes those thoughts.
“Do you like kimchi fried rice?”
Jungkook nods slowly, trying to move his thoughts somewhere else because even if he really, really likes the idea of fucking Namjoon, this moment’s vibe isn’t the beginning of the gay porno he has dreamed about for the past few weeks.
“Yeah, of course I do, Namjoon-ssi.”
Namjoon lifts his head to offer Jungkook a long look. “How old are you?”
“22,” Jungkook replies, a small smile on his lips.
“Wow, you’re so young.” Namjoon places the cold food on his counter. “Call me hyung, then. I don’t like formalities outside of academic environments.”
Jungkook bites down his lower lip at the words. Namjoon’s an academic? What does he do? Is he a professor , maybe? Oh, that’s so out of Jungkook’s usual Line hookups, who are mostly jocks or gamers, and that makes him feel a bit hot.
The older man turns the stove on, starting to fry an egg Jungkook had failed to notice Namjoon had in hand. And what a hand… His mind wanders to the land of impureness again, the imagine of those thick long fingers fucking him open almost making him drool.
“How old are you?” Jungkook asks, trying to keep himself in the moment. “I bet you’re not much older than me.”
“I’m not, but I feel older than I am all of the time, so in a way we are at least 20 years apart.” Namjoon takes the egg out of the fridge and starts to fry another one. “This is the only thing I can cook apart from ramen. I’m a disaster in the kitchen.”
Jungkook chuckles a bit, but then he feels sweat running down his back and winces. If Namjoon hadn’t knocked on his door, he would’ve gotten up from the couch to take a shower by now. And if he has any chance of scoring tonight, he needs to be thoroughly clean.
“Hey, uh, I’m going to go to my apartment really quickly to take a shower,” Jungkook announces, making Namjoon snap his head up in an instant. “Don’t miss me too much.”
“Oh, I’m so sorry, you were just back from the gym, right?” Namjoon sighs. “I’m so stupid. I’m sorry for dragging you over here, you don’t have to stay, really, I’ll, uh, if it shows up again I’ll just–”
“You’ll just do what?” Jungkook lifts an eyebrow, amused at the sudden panic in Namjoon’s voice at the mere thought of killing the roach himself. “I’m not bothered that you asked for my help, hyung. I’ll gladly be back in 20 minutes to eat with you and chill while the little bastard doesn’t show up again, I just really need to shower.”
Namjoon doesn’t seem convinced that Jungkook is serious, and it’s a bit infuriating because there’s little to nothing on this earth that Jungkook would prefer to be doing right now.
“I’ll be back, keep the food warm for me?” Jungkook adds, hoping the request will make Namjoon believe him.
“I will.” Namjoon replies with a dimpled smile and Jungkook has to actually stop himself from melting into a puddle of horniness.
Without saying another word, Jungkook turns around and leaves the apartment, almost sprinting towards his door to save time.
Jungkook’s not proud to admit he had a bit of a hard on when he stripped his clothes in the bathroom.
This is what happens when he’s too busy with school, the gym and gaming to find himself a hookup; getting ridiculously horny over the simplest of situations becomes a thing .
Or maybe Namjoon is just that hot.
It could be a combination of both.
Jungkook decides not to dwell on it because in the end it doesn’t matter.
After he’s clean everywhere, Jungkook puts on his underwear, another pair of sweatpants, a long sleeve shirt and sandals before walking back to Namjoon’s apartment. The smell of kimchi fills his nostrils as he knocks on the door.
Namjoon opens it in what it feels like a second, as if he was waiting right on the other side of it. He’s panting, though, face flushed red. “It showed up again, I freaked out and it ran off, I think it’s in my bedroom now which is concerning because I won’t sleep there if we don’t find it.”
Jungkook has to bite down his tongue to prevent himself from saying something stupid like you should sleep in my apartment. But then again… Is it stupid? Namjoon is grossed out by cockroaches, Jungkook’s apartment is, as far as he is concerned, free of those, and he also has a king size bed. It’s like a win win situation.
“You’re so cute,” Jungkook says with a chuckle, stepping inside the apartment and removing his shoes. “This smells good.”
“Thank you…” Namjoon trails off, closing the door behind them and moving back to the kitchen, where Jungkook is pleased to see he has two plates of kimchi fried rice ready to be devoured. “I kept it warm.”
Jungkook smiles, taking a seat on the counter. “I’ll go to your bedroom to look for it after we eat.”
That’s almost the sentence Jungkook wishes he was saying right now, but this is not a gay porn.
Hell, he doesn’t even know if Namjoon’s interested in him at all.
Oh, shit. Unfortunate possibility. Jungkook doesn’t like it.
“You smell nice,” Namjoon blurts out and for Jungkook it’s actually beautiful to see the realization of what he had said daunting on his face right after the words are out. “I mean, uh, the perfume. It smells nice.”
“I’m surprised you can detect it when the food smells so good.” Jungkook grabs the chopsticks and puts a generous amount of fried rice inside his mouth, mind already going back to the impure palace of sexual fantasies.
“I have a good nose.” Namjoon frowns, then shakes his head, the blush from before returning to his cheeks.
Jungkook chews, thoughtful. He doesn’t like to get ahead of himself, but in his experience as a gay man in his early 20s who likes to get around as much as possible, he has learned that usually people flirt in one of three ways.
Upfront, awkwardly or silently.
And he has been all three of them, for sure, but his most used tactic is definitely awkward flirting, and that seems to be Namjoon’s, too. If he’s correct and this is, in fact, Namjoon flirting, that is.
“You never told me how old you are.” If Jungkook keeps the conversation alive, maybe he can slip in some obvious flirting and find out whether he’s reading things right. “Or what do you do.”
“I’m 25,” Namjoon replies. “And I’m a professor.”
Yeah, yeah. Jungkook’s very much into that. Fuck , what if Namjoon wears glasses ? Now that. That would be something.
“What do you do, Jungkook?”
“I’m a film major, but I work part time as a dancer at my friend Hoseok’s studio.” Jungkook takes a sip of water and prepares himself to say the next few words. “We’re talking about our professions, god, this feels like a date.”
Namjoon chokes on his food and Jungkook thinks he went too far, then, but to rip off the band-aid and move on from his life quest to fuck The Neighbor is better than to keep wondering if he’s flirting alone. It will be hard, maybe the hardest thing he will ever have to tell his dick to give up on, but it is what it is, if it has to be.
He stands up, going around the counter to where Namjoon is recovering himself by drinking the water. “I’m sorry, it was just a joke, Namjoon-ssi.”
Namjoon shakes his head, face a bright red. He coughs a few times, steads his breathing, and then, looking down at Jungkook, he mutters. “I think I told you to call me hyung.”
“Hyung,” Jungkook repeats, wondering if Namjoon would like for Jungkook to call him that word when he’s fucking into him.
God , why is he this goddamn horny? Jungkook really needs to stop thinking with his dick.
“Was it really a joke?” Namjoon leans against the counter, openly eyeing Jungkook up and down and Jungkook maybe holds in a whine cause the way the older man’s jaw clenches is fucking hot .
“No?” Jungkook scratches the back of his neck. It’s his turn to blush. “I mean, unless that makes you uncomfortable. If it does, it was totally a joke.”
Namjoon crosses his arms, gaze falling to the ground. He chuckles. “So you do know what Netflix and chill means.”
“Well…” Jungkook trails off. If he takes a step forward, he and Namjoon will be very close. “Do you want to Netflix and chill with me, hyung?”
Namjoon bites down his lip and chuckles louder, looking back up at Jungkook. “That’s not how I thought this night would go.”
That’s exactly how Jungkook hoped this night would go, but he’s trying to play it cool, so he doesn’t say it out loud or squeak like he wants to.
“You didn’t answer my question…”
Namjoon smiles, dimples and all, and Jungkook wants to drop to his knees and beg to suck that cock, but before he can do such a gay porno thing, Namjoon’s eyes shift to a place behind him and widen. “The cockroach!”
The what now?
Oh, yeah, that’s right. The roach. The reason why Jungkook’s even inside this apartment in the first place.
He turns around, eyes locking with the tiny, black and disgusting insect climbing down the wall closer to Namjoon’s bedroom.
Jungkook moves fast, grabbing his sandal by the entrance and walking slowly towards the roach. It continues to descend on the wall, seemingly oblivious to its impending death, and Jungkook would feel sorry for it if it was anything other than a cockroach . He doesn’t even understand why these things exist in the first place, it’s not like they serve any purpose other than being disgusting as fuck.
And he was so close to finding out if Namjoon wants him too. Why did this thing have to show up right when he was about to get an answer for Netflix and chill? So annoying. He frowns, eyes set on the black insect. He’s going to kill it, take it to the trash, then he and Namjoon can continue the conversation from where it had stopped. And then! And then Jungkook’s going to suck that cock like it’s his favorite fucking lolipop.
“Why are you moving so slowly?” Namjoon whispers from somewhere behind him.
“I don’t want to scare it away,” Jungkook replies in the same tone. “Why are we whispering?”
“I don’t know, I’m nervous.”
Jungkook doesn’t look at him, but he allows himself to chuckle. Namjoon’s so cute , Jungkook could kiss his entire face (especially the dimples), and he sure as hell hopes to do that after the older man calls him a dirty slut while railing him.
But first things first. Killing the roach.
He approaches the thing, right hand holding the shoe as if it’s the most important object that ever was. One swift swing and it’d be dead. Jungkook squints, wondering if he has ever looked at something so disgusting with so much intensity.
The boy slaps the shoe against the wall, making a loud noise. The cockroach runs faster down the wall, reaching the ground right at the moment Jungkook slaps it again. Namjoon squeaks, placing himself behind Jungkook and holding his shoulders.
“How can it be so hard to kill such a tiny stupid thing?” Jungkook sighs, a smile forming on his lips at the feeling of Namjoon’s breath against his nape.
They watch as the cockroach makes it’s great escape through the living room, going over the carpet and sliding under the front door.
“It’s gone?” Namjoon asks as if he didn’t just witness it going with his own two eyes. “We didn’t even have to murder it.”
Jungkook nods while remaining very still, afraid if he moved, it would make Namjoon realize he’s clutching at his shoulders tightly and cause him to move away. “Anticlimactic ending, but I’ll take it.”
“I’m glad it’s over.” Namjoon lets go of him suddenly and Jungkook tries not to pout. No, no, keep these hands all over me, mister . “We should finish eating before it gets cold.”
When Jungkook turns around to face him, Namjoon has a frown between his brows and he seems a bit flushed. Is blushing second nature to him?
After they sit back around the counter, Jungkook grabs his chopsticks and feels his heart hammering against his chest as he mutters his next question. “Where were we?”
Namjoon’s looking down at his food, but a smile slowly forms on his thick lips, showing off the bloody dimples again. Poke. Jungkook really wants to poke.
“You were asking me if I’d like to fuck.”
Jungkook doesn’t need a mirror to know his eyes have widened. So blunt . He just–, Namjoon just. Said it like that. He used the word fuck . Oh my God .
“Are you panicking?” Namjoon asks, watching his face intently. “Was that not what you meant? Oh, I’m so–”
“That was what I meant,” Jungkook replies so fast it almost feels like he shouted. Maybe he did, to be honest. He feels a bit exasperated now. “I mean, unless that’s too awkward.”
“You’re so funny,” Namjoon’s face breaks into another smile. “But to answer your question, Netflix and chill sounds nice. Should we put on Riverdale?”
Jungkook’s mouth is dry. His heart is pounding. His hands are sweating. And his dick. His dick would probably be doing cartwheels if it could. Well. Wouldn’t that be funny, if his dick could do cartw–
“Jungkook?”
Right. Reality. This is happening. Kim Namjoon wants to watch Riverdale with him.
“Wait, what?” Jungkook exclaims. “Why Riverdale?”
Namjoon shrugs, giggling. “Seems easy to ignore, I guess.”
“Oh, I see.” Jungkook clears his throat. “Cool. Cool, cool, cool, cool.”
“Why are you quoting Jake Peralta?”
Jungkook whines. Namjoon understood his Brooklyn Nine-Nine reference. “Yeah, please, let’s not watch Riverdale sitting on your couch while sexual tension slowly builds up until it’s unbearable and we have no other choice but to tear each other’s clothes and fuck like animals.”
Did he just fucking say that out loud ?
By the look on Namjoon’s face, yes, he did.
“Anyway…” Jungkook drags out the word, standing up. “I’m gonna go.”
“You’re gonna go?” Namjoon stands up too, a tad bit alarmed.
“Yeah, something came up and I need to book a flight to Australia.” Jungkook runs a hand through his hair. “Sadly I can only afford a one way ticket, so I’m gonna have to move there.”
There’s a short silent moment that is beautifully broken by the sound of Namjoon’s laughter. He doubles forward, placing his hands on the counter for support and just continues laughing, breathless giggles interchanged with loud noises. Weirdly, Jungkook remains a tad bit turned on.
“Jungkook, you are just something,” Namjoon sighs, wiping a tear out of the corner of his eye.
“Something what?” Jungkook thinks if he could be 100% made of water right now that would be neat.
Namjoon licks his lips, laughter dying down completely, but eyes still deeply amused. “I’ve seen you working out, actually.”
“You have?” Jungkook feels hot about the idea of Namjoon seeing him lifting weight. Did he stop and watch it? Did he picture Jungkook press-benching him?
“Yeah, you’re pretty muscular.” Namjoon clears his throat and scratches the back of his neck. “You have nice bones.”
“Nice bones?” Jungkook grins. “Is that how you flirt?”
The older man sucks on his bottom lip and even though it’s totally unconscious, the movement goes straight to Jungkook’s dick. He’s glad there’s marble between them.
“We should watch Riverdale now,” Namjoon suggests, moving away from the counter. Oh, there goes marble between them. “Jughead is waiting for us.”
“How the fuck do you know the character’s name, though?” Jungkook’s eyes follow Namjoon as he moves to the living room to turn off the lights before plopping down on the couch and turning on the TV. “Are you a fan or something?”
“I follow my baby cousin on Twitter,” Namjoon explains, browsing through his Netflix catalogue.
“I don’t believe you.” Jungkook downs the rest of the water on the table and moves closer, sitting on the other end of the couch. “I’m betting money that you have seen all seasons and ships all the straight couples.”
Namjoon scoffs, side glancing at him. “I thought you were trying to score tonight.”
“Does talking about straight couples turn you off?” Jungkook jokes and when Namjoon nods, he laughs. “Understandable.”
They fall into silence once the show starts playing, but not even ten minutes in and Jungkook’s already fidgeting. He looks over at Namjoon, face lit by the television, seemingly concentrated on what’s in front of him. Jungkook hopes that he’s not really paying attention to the show, that he meant what he said and that at some point between now and the end of this torturous episode, he will lean over him and press Jungkook down on the couch.
The thought alone makes his dick twitch inside his sweatpants.
Jungkook runs a hand over his face, trying to calm his nerves, but it doesn’t help much when he knows Namjoon’s sitting right next to him in all his gloriousness.
“Stop thinking so loud,” Namjoon mutters unexpectedly. “I can hear you.”
“Yeah?” Jungkook muses, glad Namjoon finally spoke and now he can tune Veronica-something-whatever out. “What am I thinking, then, Edward?”
Namjoon hums, eyes still on the TV. He’s spread out on the couch, both hands resting over his crotch, and Jungkook’s pretty sure that’s what a Greek God looks like, perfectly sculpted.
“You’re thinking about me tearing off your clothes and fucking you like an animal.”
Jungkook chokes on absolutely nothing because what else is he supposed to do. Namjoon comes closer, a soothing hand on his back.
“I’m fine,” Jungkook breathes, very much aware of Namjoon’s proximity. “But that’s not mind-reading. I told you that myself.”
“Isn’t that what you were thinking about, though?” Namjoon’s voice is lower than before now, smoother, eyes darker, and Jungkook doesn’t know what to do with himself. The older man places his other hand on Jungkook’s thigh and. Oh.
“I was thinking about something else…” Jungkook trails off, eyes admiring the way Namjoon’s long fingers look sprawled on his thigh.
“Tell me.” Namjoon’s voice comes out lustful, dark and full of promises. Jungkook has no idea how the older man changed the mood between them so quickly, but it’s charged and Jungkook feels dizzy already.
He tilts his head up, evening Namjoon’s gaze. “Wouldn’t you love to know?”
Namjoon smirks, leaning in and for a breathless second Jungkook thinks he’s going to kiss him, but he just presses his lips against Jungkook’s ear. “If you don’t tell me, Kookie, how am I going to do it all to you?”
Jungkook gasps, pressing his fingers together and biting down his lower lip. That was. Hot. That was hot, Namjoon’s hot. Jungkook’s going to die, maybe. He wills his brain to not short circuit because that would be deeply unfortunate and releases his bottom lip from under his teeth.
“Tell me.” Namjoon kisses his ear and Jungkook shivers; he’s so easy going. The older man traces the sharp line of Jungkook’s jaw with his lips, barely touching at all, but winding him up enough to make Jungkook squirm. “What do you want?”
So much , Jungkook thinks. He has been fantasizing about this man for weeks, wondering what he would like, what he would do, how he would do it. And now that he’s here, with Namjoon kissing down his neck while rubbing circles on his thighs, his mind is just. Blank.
How did he get here again?
Oh, right. Cockroach.
Jungkook giggles to himself, and Namjoon looks up at him. “What’s so funny?”
“Oh, nothing…” Jungkook’s weird thoughts should be kept to himself. “Kiss my neck again.”
“Is that what you want?” Namjoon asks, already attaching his lips to a pulse point on Jungkook’s neck. Another shiver, a tiny gasp.
“Among other things.” Jungkook closes his eyes and tilts his head to the side, giving Namjoon more room to leave his open mouthed kisses. He reaches out and puts a hand on Namjoon’s nape, as if to keep him in place.
Namjoon smiles against his skin, Jungkook can feel it and it makes his chest flutter. He slides himself closer, fingers tangling on Namjoon’s hair to prop his head up. The man goes easily, dark eyes focusing on Jungkook’s for just a brief second before he’s leaning in and capturing his lips on a searing kiss.
The feeling of Namjoon’s tongue slipping inside his mouth makes Jungkook’s entire body melt , and he holds onto the other man tighter so he doesn’t accidentally combust. He kisses back fervently, pushing his tongue against Namjoon’s and drowning in the sensation.
Jungkook hasn’t been kissed like this in a while, and he missed it so much . The push and pull, the needness, the desperation. Namjoon’s hands are travelling along his body, his tongue, teeth and lips just taking everything they want from him and Jungkook is willing to give it all, no questions asked.
He feels himself burn with desire, fingers intertwined with Namjoon’s locks, trying to bring him impossibly closer. Jungkook’s hard already, aching, probably leaking, too, and even though he can’t form any coherent thought right now, he knows he wants .
“Namjoon,” he breathes out when the man finally breaks the kiss, moving back to Jungkook’s neck with a new found desperation.
They are in a weird position, and like this Jungkook can’t get any of the much needed friction, so he uses his strength to push Namjoon against the back of the couch and straddle his lap, kissing him full on the lips again, hips bucking forward.
When Namjoon moans against his mouth, Jungkook can’t help but feel a little bit proud of himself. He rolls his hips, feeling Namjoon’s erection against his ass. Jungkook wants it wrapped around his hand, his lips, inside him.
The thoughts alone make him whimper.
“You asked me what I want?” He husks, pulling back to watch Namjoon’s face as he keeps rubbing himself on him, and it’s breathtaking. The way Namjoon’s lips shine, swollen and parted, his eyes dark and hazy. He has his hands on Jungkook’s hips, under his shirt, rubbing his thumbs in soothing, encouraging motions.
“Yes, tell me, baby.”
Jungkook doesn’t know if the pet name just slipped out or if this is one of Namjoon’s moves in bed, but it doesn’t matter. Hearing it does something to him, makes him even hornier, working his hips a little faster.
“Fuck me,” he asks, but it sounds more like a plea. “I want you to fuck me and make it so that I will remember it tomorrow.”
Namjoon visibly swallows, hands pressing harder on Jungkook’s soft skin. His cock pulses under Jungkook’s ass, obviously pleased at the idea. The younger man stills his movements, taking the time to steady himself and his breathing.
“You sure?” Namjoon asks, brows furrowed in question.
“Why wouldn’t I be sure?” Jungkook licks his lips, enjoying the warmth of Namjoon’s palm against his skin. “You’re hot, you’re cute,” he starts, leaning in to peck Namjoon’s lips. “And I’m pretty sure you have a big dick.”
Namjoon chuckles under him, but when Jungkook looks up at his face again, the man’s blushing.
“You’re shy,” Jungkook comments. “But I like how you get assertive so quickly.”
“You like when people take control?” Namjoon’s hand travels up Jungkook’s back so delicately that the younger man shivers in pleasure.
“Yes,” Jungkook whispers, closing his eyes.
Namjoon’s fingers continue to travel on the expanse of Jungkook’s skin, getting closer and closer to his nipples. He has always been very responsive in bed, something most of his partners enjoyed. Almost everything can get to him easily, make him squirm and moan.
Jungkook can’t wait for Namjoon to find that out.
“Can I take off your shirt?” Namjoon asks, and Jungkook’s pulling at the hem of his long sleeve in no time, throwing the clothing on the ground. “I meant I wanted to take off your shirt,” he jokes.
“Is it a bad thing that I’m a little eager?” Jungkook looks down at him, hands on Namjoon’s neck.
“No, it’s not.” Namjoon traces his collarbones the tip of his fingers, seemingly entranced by whatever he’s seeing, and Jungkook feels his breathing fastening, coming out in short puffs. “You’re so fucking hot.”
Namjoon leans in, leaving an open mouthed kiss on Jungkook’s chest, now tracing the skin with his tongue, and Jungkook’s fairly certain he’s about to faint because oh my God, Kim Namjoon’s sucking on his nipple.
He throws his head back, holding on to the other man as Namjoon rolls his tongue over the areola, hands on Jungkook’s back to keep him in place. It’s so ridiculous how turned on such a simple action makes him, but it’s always been this way. Jungkook gasps loudly, pressing himself against Namjoon, babbling something about wanting more .
And Namjoon gives it to him, like he said he would. He moves to the other nipple, kissing, sucking, nibbling, and by the time he pulls back, Jungkook’s leaking through his sweatpants.
“I love how riled up you get,” Namjoon says above a whisper, touching the expanse of Jungkook’s hard cock over the clothing. “Do you beg?”
Jungkook bites down on his tongue, enjoying the little shockwaves Namjoon’s touch is sending through him. “If you make it good enough, yeah.”
“Sounds like a challenge.” Namjoon smiles, dimples on display. Jungkook truly whines, feeling like he’s already in the brick of coming even when his cock hasn’t even been properly touched. “Do you want to move this to the bedroom?”
“Yes,” he nods, moving out of Namjoon’s lap and feeling his thighs hurt a little because of the long lasting position. Nothing he can’t handle, though.
“Eager,” Namjoon says, amused. He stands up, leaning in to peck Jungkook’s lips one more time before taking his hands and guiding them to the bedroom.
He doesn’t turn on the lights, and Jungkook wonders if Namjoon prefers to do things in the darkness, which would be a shame because Jungkook wants to see all of him. Before he can ask, however, the older man turns on the bedside lamp, making the room glow in a beige tone.
Jungkook feels himself being pulled onto the bed, lying on his back and Namjoon kisses him fully on the lips before pulling back and standing up again. Jungkook’s lips tingle, missing the sensations already, but he tries to calm himself, willing his cock to take a moment.
“I have water and strawberry based lube,” Namjoon announces somewhere to his right and Jungkook turns his head to look at him. The man has two small bottles in each of his hands, wiggling them in the air. “Which one do you want?”
“Strawberry sounds nice.” Jungkook smiles when Namjoon drops the water based one back in the drawer immediately, grabbing a condom and sliding the drawer shut. “Do you wanna do it?”
“Do what?” Namjoon asks in the midst of pulling off his shirt. “Open you up for me?”
Jungkook swallows, prompting himself on his elbows to take his time just… Looking.
Namjoon’s abs aren’t as defined as his, but he’s broad, strong. Jungkook has a very specific type of man, and even though they’re usually jocks, they’re also mostly big.
“You’re a professor, a hot professor,” he mutters, unable to stop himself, cock absolutely unwilling to calm itself down at the sight of a shirtless Namjoon. “Do you wear glasses? If you do that’s like, the combo.”
“The combo ?” Namjoon wonders, kneeling on the bed, voice amused. “What combo?”
“The porn of my dreams, I think.” Jungkook looks down at Namjoon’s crotch where the line of his hard cock is well defined against the fabric. It looks big, as Jungkook predicted. “Hot broad professor fucks a college student within an inch of his life.”
Namjoon raises an eyebrow, dropping the lube and condom on the bed before hooking his fingers around Jungkook’s ankles to pull him a little closer. “You want me to fuck you within an inch of your life?”
“Well, not literally ,” Jungkook mutters. “But figuratively, yes, kinda.”
“You’re something else,” Namjoon barks out a laugh as he spreads Jungkook’s legs further apart, lowering himself between them. “You’re leaking,” he comments and Jungkook chuckles; as if he didn’t know it already.
He doesn’t reply, just opens his legs wider and bites down his lip. Namjoon hooks his fingers on the waistband of Jungkook’s sweatpants and looks up at him, eyes silently asking if it’s okay. Jungkook’s response is to lift his lower body so it’s easier for the older man to take it off.
Namjoon pulls his underwear down alongside the sweatpants, and even the small friction of the fabric against his erection makes Jungkook hiss. He takes a deep breath, looking briefly at his hard cock as it springs free, hitting his stomach.
Jungkook hasn’t been shy about nudity for years. He likes it. He likes to look at himself, he loves when others look at him. Especially when they have that look on their faces. That stare that tells Jungkook how much they want him, how hot his body makes them.
“Like what you see?” Jungkook asks, a bit breathless. The dark gaze on Namjoon’s eyes is enough answer, but Jungkook wouldn’t be him if he didn’t tease a bit.
“I know you know this so it feels redundant to say, but ,” Namjoon pops out the word, dropping Jungkook’s clothing on the floor, gaze still on him. “You’re stunning.”
Before Jungkook can muster any sort of reply, Namjoon’s all over him. He kisses him deeply, letting Jungkook taste his tongue, his lips, him .
There’s something extremely arousing in the fact Namjoon’s still wearing clothes while he’s completely bare, and at the back of his mind Jungkook wonders exactly how many fantasies he has. Namjoon positions himself between the younger man’s legs and bucks his hips forward, both of them moaning at the sensation.
Many, many fantasies.
“We got a little bit sidetracked,” Jungkook says as Namjoon mouths on his neck. “But answering your question from five minutes ago when I wasn’t about to combust, yes, please open me up.”
“You weren’t about to combust five minutes ago?” Namjoon wonders rhetorically, chuckling against his neck when Jungkook fakes outrage. He returns to the other’s mouth to peck his lips.
He takes hold of Jungkook’s cock, spreading the precome on his shaft before pumping it steadily, eyes on Jungkook’s face as the relief of finally having his erection getting some friction washes over him.
“I should suck you off,” Namjoon suggests.
“Only if you want me to come before you even get that dick inside me,” Jungkook replies.
“What if I do?” Namjoon challenges, arching an eyebrow. “Can’t come twice in a row, baby?”
There he goes, calling him baby again. It makes Jungkook swallow hard under Namjoon’s intense stare. How the fuck have they known each other for only two hours? Everything feels so… Present.
“Wanna come with your cock inside me,” Jungkook whispers, not even one bit shy about it. He gets ridiculously shameless when he’s horny. It’s a problem. Maybe.
Namjoon stares at him for what it feels like forever before licking his lips and letting go of Jungkook’s cock, obviously affected by the statement. He sits back, grabbing the bottle of lube and squeezing a good amount on two of his fingers. While he warms it up, Jungkook doesn’t know where to look. The godly muscular chest, the thick cock line against the pants, the pouty swollen lips?
There’s so much of Namjoon that Jungkook wants to lick and suck and bite .
Well, maybe not bite the cock. That would probably not be a good idea.
“You’re staring,” Namjoon comments, eyes glancing at Jungkook before looking back at his own fingers. “Did you know in ancient times, gay people used cooking oil, seaweed and even chia seeds as lube?”
Jungkook stares at him, oddly turned on by the fact Namjoon just gave him a history lesson in the middle of sex.
“That was weird, wasn’t it?” Namjoon scrunches his nose. “Sorry for the random fact knowledge.”
“Are you kidding?” Jungkook nearly whines. “Hot broad professor offers college student a gay historical fact before fucking him within an inch of his life is a great porn title.”
Namjoon can’t contain the laugh that bubbles out of him and Jungkook offers one in return.
“I mean it, it was hot, smart is sexy.”
Namjoon hums, smiling still. “Hold your legs up for me, please?”
“Bossing me around like I don’t know what to do,” Jungkook laments, acting skills still on point. He grabs the back of his knees.
“Ah, I’m sure you know what to do, baby,” Namjoon says, voice suddenly low. How does he do that? “But I do it better.”
He circles a lubed up finger around Jungkook’s rim for only a second before slipping it inside down to the last knuckle. Slowly, but precisely. Jungkook holds in a moan, throwing his head back against the pillow and allowing his body to relax.
Namjoon fucks his finger in and out of him for a while, his other hand drawing soothing motions on the back of Jungkook’s thigh. “Taking it so easily, huh? I should put another.”
“Please.” Shit. Does that count as begging? He can’t beg so easily; Namjoon said he considered it a challenge . “Yes.”
If it does count as begging, Namjoon doesn’t say out loud. Instead, he presses another digit inside Jungkook. The stretch only burns a little; Jungkook’s had his ass played with many times before, but it’s the way Namjoon crocks his fingers upwards that has the first moan falling out of Jungkook’s lips.
It’s loud (not as loud as it can be), and it makes Namjoon stop his ministrations for a second – probably just to make sure Jungkook isn’t, you know, dying – but then he’s back at it, fucking him steadly. He’s looking for his prostate, Jungkook knows, and he would tell Namjoon to stop, tell him that he’s too sensitive and that he gets overwhelmed far too easily, but he just. Doesn’t.
It feels too good.
“Fuck,” Jungkook groans when Namjoon’s fingers press against the soft spot, body jerking with the force of his pleasure.
“There you go.” Jungkook had closed his eyes a while ago (he did? He doesn’t remember), so he can’t see Namjoon, but he can hear the smile on his voice. “Another finger?”
“I- I don’t need a third one.”
“I think you do with me.”
Jungkook chuckles, body full of endorphins. He opens his eyes, focusing his gaze on Namjoon, who’s already looking at him, fingers still fucking into him, but slower now and thankfully away from his prostate.
“You’re big, aren’t you, hyung? I knew it.” The effect the use of the honorific has on Namjoon is immediate. He stops moving his fingers, eyes become darker, and if Jungkook allows his imagination to run just a little, he swears he sees his cock twitch. “Don’t think I can take it?”
Namjoon doesn’t say anything, just slowly removes his fingers and stands up. Jungkook’s hole clenches around nothing and he would totally whine about the emptiness he feels if Namjoon wasn’t in the middle of removing the rest of his clothes.
He stands blocking the open door and doesn’t take his eyes away from Jungkook’s as he slides down his pants and briefs. Namjoon’s cock hits his belly, red and angry and Jungkook’s mouth literally waters .
“I can take it,” he whispers and Namjoon smiles, dimples and all. “But yeah, the third finger… Should help with that.”
He comes back to the bed in the middle of a chuckle and so much laughter during sex would probably turn other people off, but not Jungkook, and apparently not Namjoon either.
When Namjoon’s three fingers deep inside Jungkook and the younger man has his hand pumping Namjoon’s shaft, however, neither of them feels like laughing.
They work each other up quickly, not many words exchanged now that they are both fully naked and so close to what they’ve been building up for the past– how long have they been doing this? Jungkook doesn’t know. He doesn’t care.
He pants hard, heat coiling in his belly at the feeling of Namjoon's digits fucking him, stretching his walls to make it easier for his cock to fit . The fact Jungkook can’t even completely wrap his hand around the girth only makes it all the more arousing.
What can he say? Suddenly he’s a size queen.
Namjoon’s biting down his lower lip, brows furrowed as he tries not to trust up against Jungkook’s firm grip and he looks so pretty like that, all concentrated, trying not to get lost in the pleasure. It’s cute. Jungkook wants him to get lost in it, though.
“I’m ready,” he says.
“You sure?”
After a small nod from Jungkook, he carefully removes his fingers, and this time, the younger man actually whines at the loss of contact. Namjoon smiles fondly at him, removing Jungkook’s hand from around his cock and unwrapping the condom package.
With dazed eyes and body pulsing with want, Jungkook watches Namjoon roll an extra large condom on his cock.
Fuck .
Dimples? Cute. Accent? Cute and hot. Cock?
Well.
Namjoon leans over him, slipping his tongue inside Jungkook’s mouth like that’s already a habit and Jungkook welcomes him with fervor, wrapping his legs around Namjoon’s back and pressing their bodies together.
“You’re so strong,” Namjoon grunts against his mouth. “It’s kinda hot, to be honest.”
“Yeah? Want me to manhandle you?” Jungkook kisses the corner of his mouth. “Drop you on the bed and fuck myself on you until I’m stuffed full?”
“ Fuck , Jungkook,” Namjoon half whines, half laughs. “What a dirty mouth you have.”
“Look who’s talking…”
He doesn’t wait for Namjoon to contradict him or make another snarky remark. Jungkook unhooks his legs and holds Namjoon’s waist, flipping them around. It’s not full of finesse because their position isn’t the greatest, but he does it fairly easy.
Namjoon gasps under him, surprise on his face. “Dear lord.”
Jungkook grins, reaching out for the lube on the corner of the bed before straddling Namjoon’s lap. After squeezing a good amount on his hand, Jungkook takes hold of Namjoon’s cock, pumping it a few times and enjoying the way it makes Namjoon hiss and tremble.
“You’re getting lube all over,” Namjoon comments, fucked out expression on his face.
“It has to be messy with a cock this size,” Jungkook reasons, still pumping him from the tip to the base. When he deems it wet enough, Jungkook positions himself better to press the tip against his entrance, wasting no time to dip it inside.
“Fuck,” he breathes out, feeling the stretch already. “Jesus, do you actually fuck people with this thing?”
“Not often,” Namjoon replies a little breathless, fingers digging on the flesh of Jungkook’s hips as if to control himself. “Not many people can take it.”
“Well, I can.” Jungkook downs himself a bit more, the fullness making his mouth hang open, unable to say anything at all for the first few seconds.
He’s still holding the base of Namjoon’s cock, strong thighs on either side of the man’s equally strong thighs. Jungkook has taken a dick like this before, but it’s been a while, he has to admit. He knows how to do it, though. It’s all about patience, and lots of lubrication.
“Maybe I can’t take it all today,” he whispers, lifting his hips up before coming back down again, ever so slowly. “But I can take it.”
Jungkook doesn’t even register at first what the use of the word today implies in this scenario because he’s too busy trying to take a huge cock in his ass, but the way Namjoon’s lips curve up a few seconds after he says it makes him wonder if the older man likes the idea of doing this again.
“So big,” Jungkook grunts, feeling so fucking full already.
“You’re doing so well, Jungkook.” Namjoon’s praise is very much welcomed, as welcomed as the fingers soothingly coming rubbing circles on his sides and the lips on his neck.
Jungkook shakes above him, lowering himself a little bit more, the burn of the stretch mixing with the pleasure of being filled to the brim. He feels hot all over, finally letting go of the shaft and wrapping his arms around Namjoon, confident enough that he can begin moving.
He starts tentatively, letting his body adjust to the cock. Jungkook knows he hasn’t gotten it all in yet, and maybe he won’t be able to do it at all (today), but it already feels amazing, and by the way Namjoon’s holding his buttcheeks while moaning quietly, it must feel at least pretty good for him too.
Jungkook grows bolder, movements get faster. He feels it in every inch of himself; the burn, the stretch, the fullness. He welcomes it, he craves it. He fucking loves it.
“You… feel so… good,” Namjoon’s voice trembles, legs twitching under Jungkook. “God, I don’t wanna be filthy–”
“Be filthy,” Jungkook interrupts, and he’s not begging. He pulls his head back so they can look at each other and Namjoon’s flustered cheeks only make him more beautiful, only make Jungkook hornier, the sound of squelching lube filling the room whenever he grinds back down on the older man’s cock. “I love filth. What were you gonna say, hyung? That I feel tight, warm?”
Namjoon grunts, hips kicking up involuntarily and making them both moan loud and guttural at the sensation. “Fuck, I’m so sorry.”
“No, no, do that again, fuck, Namjoon, do that again.”
Yeah, that was begging.
Jungkook kisses Namjoon, and it’s messy and full of teeth, but his body is burning and there’s nothing he wants more than to be fucked silly, so he will beg again if he has to–
“Fuck,” he pratically screams, holding on to dear life as Namjoon starts to really fuck him. It’s not a brutal pace, but because of how ridiculously big Namjoon is, the swift roll of his hips gets Jungkook seeing stars. “So good at this, hyung.”
Namjoon doesn’t reply, arms around Jungkook’s lower back to keep him in place. He slows down, strokes getting deeper each time, and before he becomes completely boneless (because he most definitely will, holy fuck , that’s a Cock), Jungkook gets his hips moving, fucking down as Namjoon fucks up.
Because Jungkook tends to get really overwhelmed during sex, whether he’s topping or bottoming, it comes as no surprise to him (maybe to Namjoon, though) when he starts to actually, fully, tremble . He’s not yet losing the strength in his muscles, but he feels a lot.
He whines, hugging Namjoon closer, fucking himself down harder, feeling the girth slip further inside of him. Jungkook moans, heavy cock trapped between his and Namjoon’s body, leaking precome all over their chests. Neglected, begging for an attention neither men are giving to it.
“Make me come untouched, hyung,” Jungkook asks. Begs. Requests? He can’t even tell the intonations of his voice anymore, so fucking gone. “Make me come on your cock.”
Namjoon moans at that, maybe the loudest moan that’s come out of him yet. He holds Jungkook tighter as if that’s even possible, and finally, finally , bottoms out.
They both still, catching their breaths, allowing Jungkook to adjust, the smell of sweat, lube and sex in the air. Jungkook presses his face against Namjoon’s neck, breathes in, breathes out. He feels so full.
“Told you I could take it,” he whispers dumbly, leaving an open mouthed kiss on Namjoon’s neck. “What would your students say if you showed up to class with a purple bruise on your neck, hyung?”
“Jungkook…” Namjoon purposefully trails off, hands running along Jungkook’s back, making him shiver under the touch.
The younger man hums, sucking at Namjoon’s pulse point and getting a modest slap on his right buttcheek as reply. It only fires him up more.
“They would wonder who gave it to you,” he continues, sucking down harder. Namjoon doesn’t tell him to stop, instead, he tilts his neck to the side, rough pants slipping out of his lips.
It’s a conflicting feeling, Jungkook realizes. At the same time that he wants to be fucked until he can’t even stand on two legs, now that he has his ass flushed against Namjoon’s crotch, he doesn’t want to move. He–
“So good, hyung, I could cockwarm you for hours.”
Namjoon curses under his breath, grinding his hips against Jungkook’s slowly, making the younger man moan, lips still pressed to his neck.
“Does it hurt?” The professor asks, hesitant, worried.
“No, just full,” Jungkook breathes out, a lazy smile on his lips. “Fuck me, please, please, Namjoon.”
“Are you begging?”
If Jungkook wasn’t so far gone already, if he didn’t need to be stuffed full of cock so badly, if he didn’t want Namjoon to fuck him stupid until he became a babbling mess, maybe he would’ve denied it.
“Please,” he begs again, planting a wet kiss to Namjoon’s lips. “Hyung.”
“Shit, okay, Kook, alright.”
Funny. Jungkook was the one to beg, but it’s Namjoon who becomes desperate. He fucks up into him with earnest, small little sounds filling the room as he gets engulfed by Jungkook’s heat. Deep, so fucking deep. Bottoming out with it sharp thrust, skin slapping against skin.
“Change positions,” Jungkook’s the one to say, feeling his legs starting to give out. He slides off the cock, hissing at the sudden emptiness. They switch their places fast, as if they can’t handle being apart for long, and then Jungkook’s belly down on his neighbor’s bed, hot angry cock between his stomach and the sheets. “Hyung.”
“So eager,” Namjoon says, voice hoarse, pulling Jungkook’s legs apart for better access. The younger man feels more lube being squished against his rim before feeling Namjoon’s cock head breaching inside his hole again, making him sigh in both relief and pleasure. “You feel so good, Jungkook. So fucking good.”
“Be filthier, hyung, come on, it’s just us in here.” Jungkook bites down his lower lip, turning his head back to catch Namjoon’s intense gaze. “Tell me how much you love fucking me open.”
Namjoon’s hips buck forward and he hisses when Jungkook moans.
“You have such a mouth ,” Namjoon grunts, leaning his body forward to allow his thrusts to be deeper and oh, fuck , right on Jungkook’s protaste. “Gonna fuck you like this until you come, baby, uh? Every thrust on your prostate. Hell, I’m gonna fuck you like this even after you come, what do you say? Think you can take it?”
Jungkook absolutely can take oversensitivity, loves to be used, loves being tipped over the edge and continuing to fly around the blizz. What Jungkook absolutely can’t do right now is talk, pleasure so strong that his mind goes blank.
“Jungkook, tell me if you want it,” Namjoon insists.
“ Yes , please , I want it ,” he manages to say, a moan breaking at the end of his short sentence.
Namjoon’s hands are on either side of his hips now, holding him firmly as his cock fucks down into him, so fucking deep, so fucking good that Jungkook wonders if he will ever be able to have another cock and be actually satisfied.
He feels Namjoon’s crotch against his ass with each thrust and the idea that the other man wouldn’t be able get completely inside him seems so stupid now. Jungkook’s mouth hangs open and he just takes it, surrenders all control at last, holding on to Namjoon’s pillow as the dirtiest, loudest moans are fucked out of him.
Filthy, this is utterly filthy. Jungkook’s spilling precome all over Namjoon’s sheets, and his body is burning like never before. His orgasm is right there , so fucking close. The friction of the mattress against his cock only adding to the delirious pleasure of having a cock slide against your prostate with every roll of hips.
“Namjoon,” Jungkook groans, tight heat on his belly. “I’m c-coming.”
“Go on, baby, let me hear you.”
Just a little bit more. Jungkook just needs a little bit more and of course Namjoon gives it to him. He fucks into him again, thick cock thrusting deep, pressing all the right places, and then Jungkook’s gone.
Jungkook comes with a shout, something he has done a total of one time before, immediately feeling the wetness of his release sticking to his stomach and the sheets. He rides his high in pure blizz, body spent, the shattering orgasm almost too much, but Namjoon does as they agreed on.
He keeps going.
“ Ah ,” Jungkook whines, feeling his walls tighten hard against the shaft. Namjoon grunts, fingers digging at his hips hard enough to leave marks. “ Hyung .”
“If you want me to stop say so.”
“Don’t stop.”
He doesn’t.
Namjoon fucks him sharply, only looking for his own release now, and it makes Jungkook moan alongside him, his overstimulated body taking everything that it’s given. It’s loud, they are loud, the thrusts so hard Jungkook has to place his hand against the headboard to hold himself in place.
“Fuck,” Namjoon moans, cock throbbing. He drops his body weight over Jungkook’s with the force of his orgasm, balls deep inside, body shaking as he comes, breathing ragged.
Jungkook hums, smile on his lips at the feeling of Namjoon’s shaft pulsing inside of him, a hand caressing the side of Namjoon’s sweaty face. “You sound so beautiful when you come,” he comments. “But you’re crushing me, hyung.”
“Oh, shit, sorry,” Namjoon sits back immediately, softening cock moving inside him. He really likes it, the feeling. Jungkook wonders if Namjoon will ever let him cockwarm him for hours.
Many, many fantasies.
“I’m going to pull out.”
No, I like it .
Namjoon pulls out slowly, carefully. Jungkook whines anyway, ass understandably sore and sensitive. He closes his eyes, feeling the weight of Namjoon’s body disappear from the bed. Jungkook knows he can’t stand up now, probably won’t be able to for at least half an hour, so he doesn’t even bother trying.
Rather, he just lies there, eyes closed. He feels sleepy. Can’t sleep here, though. They barely know each other, and besides, Jungkook’s apartment is only a few meters away.
“God, you’re so beautiful,” he hears Namjoon’s voice coming from somewhere to his right and turns his head to look at him. The older man has a cloth on his hands and a new pair of sweatpants hanging loosely on his hips. Hot. “Look.”
He turns around so Jungkook can see the mess he made of his back, red scratches all over. He blinks, surprised. Didn’t even realize he had done it. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s fine,” Namjoon chuckles and the way he smiles – dimples and all – tells Jungkook he’s telling the truth. “Let me clean you up.”
Oh. Okay.
Namjoon comes to sit on the bed and presses a white cloth to Jungkook’s ass and thighs, cleaning off the lube. Then he asks Jungkook to turn around and cleans the come on Jungkook’s belly, eyes so tender.
Hm.
Jungkook likes this.
“Your cock’s all messy too,” Namjoon comments, licking his lips. “You didn’t let me suck you off earlier.”
“You want to do it now?” Jungkook asks, lifting an eyebrow, the weird fuzzy feeling that had appeared on his stomach a minute earlier only intensifying.
Namjoon smirks, dimples on display. Fuck, he’s so cute/hot/perfect. “Can I?”
“I–” Jungkook chuckles, knowing his body’s spent but also easily acknowledging he’s extremely willing to have Namjoon’s mouth on him. “Don’t know if I can come again, told you.”
“Yeah, I remember…” Namjoon traces Jungkook’s soft cock with his fingers and Jungkook squirms, still sensitive. “So?”
“Go ahead,” Jungkook whispers, tiredness giving room to a new found arousal with the way Namjoon grips his cock and pumps the base slowly.
Namjoon leans over him and presses a kiss against his lips before shifting down to ghost a breath over his cock.
He’s looking right in Jungkook’s eyes when he takes it to his mouth.
He ends up coming again.
When Jungkook’s in the brick of orgasming for a second time, shaft buried inside Namjoon’s mouth, two lubed fingers fucking his hole, he ends up shouting something along the lines of, “ fuck, you’re the best I’ve ever had.”
Which gets Namjoon to fuck him faster, swallow him deeper, press his digits up just in the right way. When the older man pulls out and starts stroking his cock fast in rhythm with the thrusts of his fingers, it doesn’t take much longer for Jungkook to crash, body shaking, high as delicious as the first one.
After he comes back down, Namjoon pulls his fingers out of him and bites his lower lip, eyes cast to where Jungkook’s come is painting his stomach and Namjoon’s fingers white.
“I wish I could’ve swallowed it.”
“Stop,” Jungkook whines. “Don’t say hot things, I’ll get hard again, even if that’s impossible.” He looks at where Namjoon’s sporting another erection against the fabric of his sweatpants.
“Wanna fuck my thighs?”
Namjoon seems surprised at the suggestion, and that makes Jungkook feel proud of himself. The older man nods, lowering his sweatpants and shifting forward. “Turn around, baby.”
Jungkook does, body sticking with sweat, sheets completely dirty under him. He feels Namjoon lift his hips and wonders if he can even hold it up for long; he feels so tired and satiated. But Namjoon’s hard again and there’s nothing Jungkook wants more than to help him peak.
When Namjoon slides his lubed up cock between his thighs, Jungkook moans as if it’s inside of him.
It’s dirty, the entire thing, but as everything else, Jungkook loves it. He relishes in the sounds Namjoon makes, loves the way the other man holds his legs together for friction. Jungkook’s encouraging words only make Namjoon more far gone, and then, when he’s about to come, Jungkook asks, “Come all over me, hyung.”
Namjoon did not expect to hear that. He loses rhythm, voice breaking in a moan before he pulls his shaft from between Jungkook’s thighs and starts stroking himself. Jungkook looks back and watches in awe the way Namjoon’s face scrunts in pleasure as white spurs hit his lower back.
“Fuck,” Namjoon whispers in a grunt, admiring the way his seed looks on Jungkook’s skin. “You’re something else.”
“So you’ve been saying,” Jungkook sighs with a lazy smile as he lets his body fall back on the bed.
At the back of his mind, Jungkook realizes he didn’t get to suck Namjoon’s cock like he wanted to.
Maybe later. Definitely later.
After Namjoon has cleaned him up again , they lay side by side on the mattress. Jungkook knows he needs a shower, but there’s no strength left in him to do what it takes to achieve that goal.
They’re talking about the neighbor between their apartments, Mr. Choi, and what are the chances he heard everything.
“And you didn’t want to bang the furniture in order to not disturb the neighbors,” Namjoon laughs. “We were so loud , holy shit.”
“Not my fault if you have a huge monster cock.”
“It’s not a huge monster cock.”
Jungkook offers him a side glance. “Tell that to my ass.” It looks like Namjoon’s about to apologize, but Jungkook’s faster. “Don’t even. I loved it. Getting your ass pounded good simply comes with its own challenges and consequences.”
“You’re so cute,” Namjoon mutters, turning on his side to face him. “Still can’t believe it.”
“Can’t believe what?” Jungkook asks, shifting on the bed so he can look directly at Namjoon as well, comforter covering him from the waist down.
“That I asked you to kill a cockroach and now we’re here.”
It makes Jungkook laugh wholeheartedly, the ridiculousness of the situation. Namjoon laughs too, and Jungkook doesn’t fail to notice the way his heart jumps on his chest when he sees the dimples again. He bites down his lip, reaching his hand forward. With a finger, he pokes. Namjoon’s smile widens.
“Saw the dimples first,” Jungkook mutters. “Been thinking about them for weeks.”
“Yeah?” Namjoon seems surprised at that, which Jungkook finds adorable. “And here I thought I was the only one pining every time I saw you in the hallway.”
Jungkook feels his chest throw a party of its own at the admission, happy that Namjoon has been thinking about him too, and then. Oh.
“You asked me to kill the cockroach as an excuse to have me over, didn’t you?”
The lack of a denial makes him laugh in total disbelief.
“I’m terrible at flirting.” Namjoon shrugs, blush spreading across his cheeks. “And I didn’t think we’d end up here , ok? I was actually surprised when you suggested it. I just wanted to know you better, and when the cockroach showed up I thought that was an opportunity.”
“Would you have killed it on your own if I wasn’t home or had said no?” Jungkook narrows his eyes, happiness filling his chest.
“I wouldn’t. I would’ve probably called one of my friends, to be honest.” Namjoon takes Jungkook’s hand and intertwines their fingers. “When I asked you to eat I thought maybe that’s the closest I’ll get of having an actual date with this guy.”
Jungkook pouts, heart jumping again. “You were being adorable while my mind was full of dirty thoughts,” he mutters. “But uh… If you still wanna go on a date with me, I’d love to.”
Namjoon brings their hands to his lips and kisses Jungkook’s knuckles. “Of course I still wanna go on a date with you.”
“Good.” Jungkook bites down his lower lip and leans forward to capture Namjoon’s lips on a kiss.
They lazily make out for a while, and after that they don’t let go of each other again. Jungkook hugs Namjoon’s waist and places his head on Namjoon’s chest, content in feeling his heartbeat.
Logically, he should stand up and go home. His apartment is just a few meters away. But he and Namjoon are going on a date sometime soon, and they have been silently pining after each other for a while.
They click. Jungkook feels it, and maybe that’s why there are weird butterflies in his stomach. He hopes Namjoon feels it too.
He should go home, but decides to snuggle closer to Namjoon and enjoy the sensation of the older man’s fingers caressing his hair. Jungkook’s apartment is just a few meters away, and yet Namjoon doesn’t tell him to go, or stops holding him close even for just a moment.
At some point they fall asleep.
Jungkook doesn’t go home that night.