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Seokjin is finally getting sleepy enough to doze off after a long day, locking his phone to set aside for the night when the zipper on his tent pulls and he squeals in terror.

“Hyung, shh- it’s just me.”

Seokjin glares at the shadowy shape of Jungkook as he lets himself in, zipping the flap shut behind him like Seokjin’s tent has an open door policy- open flap policy, whatever.

“Just you?? You could have been a wild animal-” Seokjin hisses.

“With opposable thumbs?” Jungkook asks skeptically.

“Yah, what are you doing here?” Seokjin huffs, grumpy and embarrassed from being startled but at least his heart rate is finally returning to normal, or close enough.

“Hyung,” Jungkook starts, crawling closer before sitting cross-legged near Seokjin’s sleeping bag. Seokjin’s lying on top of it, too hot to get in yet but Jungkook’s keeping a cautious distance so Seokjin raises an eyebrow. “It was really cool how you let Taehyungie-hyung flip the pajeon tonight.”

Seokjin snorts. “Was it? You didn’t seem to think so at the time, afraid he would fling it.”

“I was hungry,” Jungkook mutters.

“So you came all the way over here in the middle of the night to tell me it was cool that I let Taehyungie flip a pancake?” Seokjin recaps, nonplussed.

Jungkook scowls. “No.”

“Then why are you here?” Seokjin asks, exasperation starting to bleed into his voice because he was looking forward to a quiet night of sleep.

“I just… there are things I wanna do too that I haven’t. I was just thinking how nice it would be to be supported like that.” Jungkook slides the zipper on Seokjin’s sleeping bag up and down, avoiding eye contact.

Jungkook’s definitely being weird so Seokjin narrows his eyes and presses, “What kind of things?”

“Just things!” Jungkook nearly shouts defensively, obviously nervous. Seokjin’s stomach flops when he tries to think of something that still makes Jungkook nervous, especially when it comes to one of them.

“Jungkook-ah, I can’t be the supportive hyung you need if you don’t-”

“I wanna learn how to suck cock,” Jungkook admits so quietly Seokjin thinks he’s misheard him. He has to have, there’s absolutely no way Jungkook would say something so random, they don’t talk about things like this, not anymore.

“You want to… what?” Seokjin manages, squeezing his eyes shut.

“I want to-”

“Wait, nevermind. Don’t- don’t say it again, maybe I can pretend I didn’t hear-”

“Hyung, someday I might wanna do that for someone, and it would be nice to know how!” Jungkook bites out, embarrassed and annoyed.

They’ve never expressly talked about anyone they’ve been interested in, though Seokjin is regrettably familiar with all of the different kinds of porn they all consume thanks to the first dorm’s shared computer before it was inundated with viruses.

Though, that was a long time ago, and things can change. It’s not like Seokjin found it outside the realm of possibility that Jungkook might be interested in dick but he certainly wasn’t expecting the conversation to go from pancakes to cock so quickly.

“So you thought you’d, what? Show up in my tent and…” Seokjin can’t even bring himself to say it, not only because it would be insane for Jungkook to think he could help with that, but also because he’s not entirely sure what Jungkook’s implying. He sits up so quickly he gets light headed “Are you out of your mind?” he says instead, ignoring the weird twist of heat in his stomach.

Maybe it’s not that weird. Maybe this isn’t the first time a thought like this has crossed his mind.

“Me, out of my mind? You’re the one saying no to-”

“I didn’t say no,” Seokjin cuts him off, betrayed by his own mouth as he presses his lips tight together. So Jungkook was offering, or asking for Seokjin’s help. Seokjin curses internally as his body quickly jumps to betray him, all the blood exiting his brain where it’s needed and pooling in his lap.

“O-oh,” Jungkook breathes out, eyes so wide they’re like headlights in the low light of the tent. “So I can…?”

There’s a list of reasons he needs to say no that’s so long it could stretch back to the dorm in Seoul and he should point them all out to Jungkook, but it’s becoming clear that Seokjin has lost his mind, or it’s just been too long since he’s gotten laid, probably both, because instead when he opens his mouth he says, “Okay.”

Jungkook’s eyes widen even further and he scrambles onto his hands and knees like if he doesn’t hurry Seokjin will change his mind, then he’s crawling toward Seokjin and hooking his fingers in his pajama bottoms.

“Whoa, whoa!” Seokjin manages, grabbing Jungkook’s wrist. “Lesson Number One: foreplay. Learn it, live it, love it, okay?” Jungkook pouts, retracting his hands and sitting back on his heels but he doesn’t make a move to try anything else. “Can we like… at least kiss or something first?”

“You… wanna kiss me?” Jungkook asks, voice too soft and fuck Seokjin is a done for, how can Jungkook think he wouldn’t want to, and how is he making kissing seem more intimate than a blow job?

“If it’s okay with you,” Seokjin tries to say casually, brain switching to autopilot when he reaches up to tuck Jungkook’s hair behind his ear, the gesture upping the intimacy but Jungkook eagerly nods, chewing his lower lip.

Seokjin lies back and Jungkook tucks himself down against his side, something Seokjin should be used to by now because Jungkook is a cuddly person, they’ve shared a bed many times before but everything feels charged between them, Seokjin thinks he feels actual sparks.

"You've done this before right?" Seokjin teases, more to relieve some tension than to rile Jungkook up.

"Hyung," Jungkook whines. "Yes, I've kissed someone."

"Just one someone?" Seokjin jokes but this time Jungkook just stares back at him, worry clearly etching across his face.

One person. The most magnificent individual Seokjin has ever known and only one person has ever kissed him, it’s practically a crime and yet Seokjin can’t deny the elation he feels at being the second one to do it.

"Oh. Well that's… fine,” Seokjin stammers out, trying to get a handle on his emotions.

"I'm pathetic," Jungkook mumbles, misreading it entirely and Seokjin cups his face instantly, tilting it so he can look Jungkook in the eyes.

"Hey. You're most definitely not."

"Yeah, right," Jungkook mutters, not pulling away but his eyes darting down. "I mean you know I'm- that I've never-"

Seokjin suspected that might be the case, they all did but never mentioned it to Jungkook of course. But if he’s only kissed one other someone it stands to reason that he hasn’t done a lot of other things either.

"So what?" Seokjin says with a shrug. "Who gives a shit?"

"Oh I'm sure plenty of people would." It’s bitter and Seokjin gets it, how much pressure they’re always under, how people assume that with money and fame comes an infinite line of people just begging to get fucked. That part might be true but Seokjin never looks for those opportunities, doesn’t want them really and he’s betting Jungkook never did either.

"You know I don't though, right?" Seokjin offers gently, and even though he’s scared shitless he leans in to connect their lips.

Jungkook sucks a surprised breath in through his nose but after taking a second to compose himself he kisses Seokjin back eagerly. At first it's like he's trying to prove something, too focused on technique but he quickly dissolves into obvious excitement, getting swept up in it.

It's a good kiss, a great one actually and Seokjin isn't even thinking when his hands skim down and he pulls Jungkook closer by the hips. When their bodies slide together, it’s obvious that Jungkook is hard and he breaks the kiss.

"Shit, sorry," Jungkook mumbles shyly but Seokjin feels like a man possessed, just lunges forward again to lick into his mouth, Jungkook making a startled noise against his lips.

This is so stupid, such a bad idea but Seokjin chases those thoughts out - he's tired of being responsible all the time, he just wants this too much to stop himself.

"Hyung," Jungkook whispers after a few minutes of them kissing. "You're really good at that."

Seokjin grins, cheeks heating at the compliment. "You're not bad yourself."

"Yeah?" Jungkook asks optimistically.

Fuck it. "Really good actually, that was, ah, really good JK."

"Oh," Jungkook murmurs, pleased but trying to pretend he’s not proud. "Good. Ummmm," he drags the sound out. "Should I, ah..."

"If you're ready," Seokjin says, trying to swallow his nerves because he’s not sure he’s ready but that's not what Jungkook needs right now, he needs Seokjin to be in control even though he feels like he's losing his mind.

Jungkook smiles cutely and Seokjin’s heart clenches in his chest, too fond for his own good. He's surprised when Jungkook leans back in and kisses down his neck, one hand unbuttoning Seokjin’s pajama top. Lesson Number One: pass.

Jungkook scoots down until he's eye level with Seokjin’s dick and Seokjin tries not to freak the fuck out about it.. "So I just..." he trails off, looking up at Seokjin and Seokjin can't find the words, can’t find his voice so he just nods and Jungkook eases his pants and underwear down his thighs. "You're hard."

He’s surprised, like it would be outside the realm of possibilities that kissing him could turn Seokjin on and Seokjin laughs, feeling delirious. "Ah, yeah."

"So I really am a good kisser," Jungkook says smugly.

Seokjin should scold him for being cheeky maybe. "Yeah," he admits instead.

Jungkook blinks up at him in surprise, then his eyes flit back to Seokjin’s cock. "Fuck," Jungkook swears softly and Seokjin’s not sure he was supposed to hear it.

"What," he asks anyway, a fresh wave of nervousness crashing over him..

"It's just-" Jungkook starts, "you're big. You're like pretty pretty big.”

It wasn’t what Seokjin was expecting and he’s kind of relieved but ultimately embarrassed. "Well you don't have to put all of it in your mouth!" he snarks, slapping at Jungkook.

Jungkook whines. "I just want it to be good, I just want you to feel good."

The words hit Seokjin like a freight train, arousal throbbing through him and he’s pretty sure his dick twitches but Jungkook has enough decorum not to laugh at him for it. "Lesson Two: Put your hand around the base," Seokjin directs, muscles tensing when Jungkook does as he's told, partially because of the contact and partially because he’s being so obedient. "Go slow."

Jungkook nods, eyes on Seokjin's face as he leans in. It's just a little kitten licks at first and Seokjin watches unblinking as Jungkook swipes the precum away from his tip and pulls back. He's tasting him, considering the flavor and Seokjin is so horribly aroused right now he's worried he might actually accidentally come all over Jungkook's face.

"It tastes different," Jungkook says thoughtfully.

Seokjin furrows his brow in confusion, he thought Jungkook hadn’t done this before. "Different than what?" he asks.

"Than…" Jungkook trails off for a second, and quietly adds, "than mine."

It takes all of his self-control not to bust on the fucking spot. "Fuck, Jungkook-ah," Seokjin groans, chuckling.

"Is-is that bad?" Jungkook asks honestly, eyes unblinking. "That I know that?"

"Um, no?" Seokjin manages, voice coming out a few octaves higher than normal and Jungkook looks more confused. "It's hot, okay?" he admits reluctantly, his face hot from the confession.

"It is? Why?" Jungkook asks in surprise and Seokjin thinks he honestly doesn’t get it.

"I don't know," Seokjin says, because now that he’s being questioned he’s not sure he can explain it

"Can I try?" Jungkook presses, his focus back on Seokjin's cock, that look of determination he gets when he’s trying anything new settling over his features..

"Be my guest," Seokjin murmurs as boldly as he can but he whimpers when the heat of Jungkook's mouth closes around the head of his cock.

Jungkook doesn’t pull off like Seokjin thought he might, instead he hums and tries to take him a little deeper, tongue dragging over the slit.

"Ease up," Seokjin tells him breathlessly and Jungkook looks up at him again, the tight press of his lips on Seokjin's cock lessening. "Now... bob your head a little but don't choke."

Jungkook does as he's told again, slowly at first but then he gets a bit more comfortable. It's sloppy and there's no finesse but it's a warm mouth - Jungkook’s warm mouth - on his dick and Seokjin moans at the off-tempo friction.

He lets Jungkook go from there, trying different things with his tongue or his pace. "It's not a porno, JK," Seokjin breathes out a few minutes later. Jungkook pulls back and looks at him in aggravation because he doesn't understand and it’s not like Seokjin elaborated, but he keeps suckling at the head while he waits for instructions. "I mean unless you're in a hurry or-"

Jungkook pulls all the way off. "I'm not!" he rushes out, seeming almost panicked by the implication.

"Okay so it's not just bobbing your head and choking until the money shot," Seokjin jokes and Jungkook groans, embarrassed. "Just do to me what you think you'd like."

Jungkook's eyes grow comically wide and Seokjin laughs. "What? What’s wrong?"

"I- don't know what I'd like,” Jungkook confesses, voice small suddenly and it’s an arrow right to Seokjin’s already very perforated heart.

"You can, uh, kiss it, if you- fuck," Seokjin breaks off, embarrassed by asking for it, for something he likes that seems so vanilla and he covers his face with his hand.

"You want me to?" Jungkook asks, soft and surprised. "That... feels good?"

"It does to me," Seokjin mumbles around his fingers.

Jungkook's lips touch down tentatively at first, then he kisses his way from the base to the head, lips coming away shiny when he kisses the slit. "Is it good hyung?" he murmurs, his breath ghosting over Seokjin’s sensitive skin.

"Fuck yes," Seokjin moans and can't even care how desperate he sounds right now, not when Jungkook’s giving him exactly what he wants and looking so prettily debauched as he does it.

"What else do you like?" Jungkook asks coyly, slowly stroking Seokjin's cock, dipping down to place more kisses.

"Jungkook-ah," Seokjin whimpers, hips reflexively kicking forward for contact and Jungkook doesn't wait for his answer, just takes him back into the heat of his mouth.

What Jungkook’s lacking in skills he's making up for in exuberance, definitely chasing after the things Seokjin reacts to the most, quick to pick up on them like he’s quick to pick up on everything he sets his mind to.

It’s so good, too good maybe to have what he wants, to have Jungkook be the one giving it to him and his pleasure quickly starts to peak. "S-stop, stop," he rushes out and Jungkook pulls off quickly, brow furrowed.

"Did I do something wrong?" he asks, worried.

Seokjin's laugh is too breathy, he sounds wrecked and they both know it. "No I, ah... I’m getting close."

"Really? Already?" Jungkook presses, not teasing but surprised.

Seokjin glares through his embarrassment. "It's been a while," he grumbles.

"Maybe I'm just a natural," Jungkook says, cocky.

Maybe it's just you Seokjin thinks.

"Anyway hyung I, um, I don't mind if you... you know…" Jungkook mumbles, cheeks flushing pinkas he trails off.

"If I what, Jungkook-ah?" Seokjin presses because now’s not the time for assumptions..

"I like it, how you taste," Jungkook admits, eyes flickering up to meet Seokjin's and punching all the air out of his lungs.

"Jungkook-ah," Seokjin complains, "you can't just say shit like that to me."

"Why not?" Jungkook pouts, confused.

"Because I like it too much," Seokjin admits against his better judgment, scrubbing his hand over his face.

"You- you like it when guys tell you-"

"I like it when you do!" Seokjin blurts, actually reaching out and closing his hand in the air as if he could catch the words and take them back. "This was a mistake."

"Don't say that," Jungkook rushes out.

"You know it was, this-"

"I lied to you," Jungkook cuts him off, averting his eyes, looking anywhere but at Seokjin.

Seokjin's mind is reeling, he feels like he should be angry about it but instead he feels stung, used somehow that makes his stomach hurt. "You- you've done this before?"

"What? No," Jungkook corrects, sitting up quickly and now Seokjin’s even more confused. "I told you I wanted to learn so I could do this for someone I cared about someday but..." Jungkook trails off again, nervously chewing his lip.

"Jungkook-ah..." Seokjin prompts, trying to be patient while his heart gallops out of his chest.

"It’s you I- I care about you!" Jungkook shouts, then claps his hand over his mouth.

"You care about... me?" Seokjin says slowly, brain trying to catch up,trying to convince himself what he thought he heard was the truth. "Really?"

"Yes, really," Jungkook mutters. "So like... can I finish sucking your cock now?" he huffs.

"I don't know what to say," Seokjin manages, legitimately stunned.

"Please say yes because I really want to," Jungkook urges him and it’s cute, how can he be so cute when he’s saying something like that?

"You don't have to-" Seokjin starts because this whole thing is strange enough without Jungkook telling him he has feelings for him mid blow job tutorial. If Seokjin was a better person he'd insist that they stop, that they talk about this because it’s the responsible thing to do. But Jungkook's big eyes are turned up at him, pleading, his lips deep red and god Seokjin wants to lose himself to this moment, giving in to being a little reckless.

"Hyung?" Jungkook says, shaking him from his thoughts. "Please."

Seokjin nods, reaching to cup Jungkook's cheek and Jungkook smiles brightly, turning his face to kiss Seokjin's palm before settling down again and leaning in to take Seokjin’s cock into his mouth once again.

It's still a little rough, the rhythm a bit off but it's okay, it's good, it’s the best fucking blow job he’s ever had because it’s Jungkook. He moans around Seokjin's length and it makes Seokjin's toes curl, nudging him closer to release, almost there but not quite, just this side of not enough.

It's okay though, he can give Jungkook more advice next time. It's the idea of next time that sends him over the edge.

"Jungkook-ah," he warns, "I'm gonna come."

Jungkook seems to redouble his efforts at that but he really didn't need to, it's mere suspended seconds before Seokjin falls into it, loses himself fully in the warm and wet, buries his cock in Jungkook's mouth as he spills.

Jungkook pulls back a little to keep from choking but works him through it, his tongue licking over him and it’s Jungkook who whimpers when Seokjin finally eases him off.

"Fuck, okay, okay," Seokjin chuckles, Jungkook peering up anxiously. "Good."

"It was... okay?" Jungkook asks and Seokjin rolls his eyes, trying to pretend he didn’t just die a little death.

"Will you get up here so I can kiss you again please?" Seokjin demands, trying not to smile.

Jungkook doesn't bother hiding his elation, wriggling up the sleeping bag and surging forward to connect their lips. He tries to be subtle when he shifts his hips away from Seokjin so they don't touch but Seokjin still reaches for him and Jungkook squeaks against his lips when he cups him through his flannels.

"Hyung," Jungkook whines, torn between giving into the touch and pulling farther away.

"Jungkook-ah, fuck, let me- can I touch you?" Seokjin asks, desperate for it, maybe even more so than Jungkook is.

"Don't feel obligated-" Jungkook starts and Seokjin snorts.

"I don't, I'm being selfish," Seokjin insists, squeezing just a little, making Jungkook moan.

"H-how is this selfish?" Jungkook manages, eyes fluttering closed and hips rolling forward.

"I wanna see your face when you come for me," Seokjin tells him and Jungkook's sob is needy when he lets himself fall forward into Seokjin's touch completely.

"Can I take care of you?" Seokjin presses, needing to make sure this is really what Jungkook wants, he couldn’t live with himself if it wasn’t. Jungkook nods frantically, eyes squeezed shut as he ruts into Seokjin's loose grip.

"I could, ah, suck you off-"

"No," Jungkook rushes out, teeth once again abusing his lower lip. "'m not gonna make it," he clarifies and Seokjin takes it in then, they way Jungkook's already shaking against him, gripping his shoulders for leverage as he jacks his hips forward. "S-sorry."

"Baby, don't be sorry," Seokjin soothes, and when he pulls his hand away Jungkook cries out in distress, eyes flashing open. "I've got you," Seokjin tells him, fingers dipping below Jungkook's waistband so he can really get a hand on him.

"Oh god," Jungkook moans and fuck, he's so wet, Seokjin's grip slides so easily and as much as he'd like to demonstrate some of kind of technique, Jungkook seems to need to take this, hips still rocking his dick through the circle of Seokjin's fist.

"H-hyung, fuck, fuck," he swears and Seokjin only has seconds to tug his pants down, ruck his shirt up as Jungkook gasps and starts to come, hitching whines spilling from his lips as Seokjin milks his cock.

Seokjin finally relaxes his hand but keeps it there, gentle touches that have Jungkook twitching with overstimulation with any contact but he doesn’t shy away from it. Jungkook laughs and it sounds embarrassed and relieved all at once. “I can’t believe we did that.”

“I would like to point out,” Seokjin starts, finally pulling his hand back but only so he can get more comfortable as he faces Jungkook, “you implied I would be out of my mind to refuse a blow job.”

“Wait, it was different-”

“-and yet what did you just do?” Seokjin teases obnoxiously and Jungkook groans. “These lips could have been on your dick!”

Jungkook’s cock gives a weak twitch of interest and they both glance down. “I told you,” Jungkook admits reluctantly, “I wouldn’t have made it. I mean, as it is, I almost came in my pants like a virgin.”

“But you didn’t,” Seokjin says, “and you are.”

“Ugh don’t remind me,” Jungkook whines dramatically, throwing his arm over his eyes,

“Jungkook-ah,” Seokjin starts, voice low, and he almost chickens out but then asks quietly, “are you not excited for hyung to be your first?”

Jungkook shifts his arm to peer wide eyed at Seokjin, the look of utter confusion on his face borderline hilarious but Seokjin doesn’t laugh. How can he be so oblivious? “Wait you… want to?”

“I thought that was pretty clear,” Seokjin points out gently. “And only what you’re comfortable-”

Jungkook presses forward to kiss him, not exactly the same heated one as before but this one’s so tender it makes Seokjin chest tighten.

~

Nothing else like that happens until they get back to Seoul - well, almost nothing else, Jungkook takes any opportunity he can when their mics are off and the cameras and crew aren’t around to pull Seokjin into searing kisses that always leave him dizzy. Jungkook’s careful around the other members too, not letting on and Seokjin wonders if that’s going to be A Thing, if they’ll keep this a secret and for how long?

He’s not sure how to feel about that because on the one hand, he doesn’t look forward to the inevitable scolding he’ll get from some of them for being reckless, but on the other he’s kept his feelings a secret so long he’s kind of bursting to scream them from the figurative mountaintops.

They all drive back from their getaway in the forest to the dorm and once their managers are gone, everyone is getting ready to go back to their own apartments. Jungkook hovers nervously but says nothing and Seokjin considers dragging it out just to be a brat but the truth is, he's just as worked up, just as nervous and excited to see if something else might happen between them.

"Jungkook-ah, you can , ah, come over if you like," he offers quietly to not be heard, not that it's unusual for them to hang at each others' places, any of them, but better safe than sorry since they haven’t exactly discussed a game plan. Jungkook just nods and follows Seokjin to the parking garage, then follows his car home.

Seokjin had imagined it ever since that first night in the tent - the second they got inside the safety of his apartment, Jungkook would shove him against the door and kiss him, maybe they wouldn't even make it to the bedroom. Instead, once they get there, he seems more shy than he had that first night in the tent.

The reality of what it means now that they’re home, what might happen might be catching up with Jungkook and Seokjin doesn’t blame him for having reservations, even though he has none. He wants this, wants Jungkook like this and not just in his bed for sex but in his bed for keeps.

"You know we don't have to do anything," Seokjin throws out after a few moments of them standing in the doorway awkwardly, testing the waters but Jungkook looks panicked at that.

"I want to!" he assures Seokjin, even though he stays a few meters away.

"Could have fooled me," Seokjin jokes but it’s flimsy, he can hear it, and it makes Jungkook pout.

"I'm nervous," Jungkook admits, and of course he is, Seokjin feels it too and it’s not even his first time. He so badly wants this to be good for Jungkook, for it to be enough to solidify whatever Jungkook might be feeling for him.

"Okay, well let's just... go to my bedroom and see what happens?" Seokjin offers and Jungkook nods, suddenly right behind him as he leads the way.

The sun lights up Seokjin's room, still early afternoon and there's something striking about the difference between this and the darkness of the tent. Seokjin settles on the bed and Jungkook quickly joins him, eyes scanning Seokjin's face, looking for something but Seokjin’s not sure what. He brushes his thumb over Jungkook's cheekbone, leans in and kisses him on the nose.

"I'm glad you're here," Seokjin says quietly.

"Me too," Jungkook replies, some of the tension unraveling from him, and it seems to give him enough courage that he presses their lips together.

The kiss is gentle, hesitant almost and Seokjin wonders if Jungkook can feel it too, the weight of doing this now that they're home, back in their day-to-day space. It's as if they could explain away anything that happened in the forest, not speak of it again once they were back in Seoul and it would be like it never happened. Now, it's being carved in their history and Seokjin's just glad Jungkook still wants this, still wants him.

Seokjin coaxes Jungkook out of his shirt, admiring the way the light touches down on him, fingers running over every bit of him newly exposed. “Pretty,” he murmurs.

Jungkook smiles shyly. “You’re the pretty one.”

“Yah, it’s not a contest, we can both be pretty,” Seokjin jokes, letting himself keep touching, feeling the warmth of Jungkook’s skin under his palm. He runs his hand over his chest and Jungkook’s hisses when he brushes his nipples, always so sensitive there.

He can’t resist ducking his head to cover one with his mouth, tongue and teeth teasing as Jungkook whines, back arching into the heat of it. “God that feels good,” Jungkook murmurs and fuck, Seokjin hadn’t even considered maybe Jungkook hasn’t even done this before. All he wants in the entire world right now is to make Jungkook feel good.

“You want to, ah, keep going?” Seokjin hints, suddenly too shy to say it which is ridiculous he knows.

“Please,” Jungkook begs, even though it’s completely unnecessary, he’s absolutely gorgeous when he does.

“Which do you want, Jungkook-ah? Do you want me inside you? Or would you rather fuck me?” Seokjin asks as he pulls back, trailing his finger up and down the crease between Jungkook’s pecs.

“I have to pick?” Jungkook murmurs, eyes comically large.

“Well I’d like to know your preference,” Seokjin explains, chuckling.

“I- I can't! How am I supposed to know which one I’ll like more? What if I’m wrong?” Jungkook rushes out.

It takes Seokjin a moment to figure out what Jungkook means and he laughs, trying to stop when Jungkook pouts. “Jungkook, do you think I meant forever?”

Realization washes over Jungkook’s face, commingled with obvious relief and a tinge of embarrassment. “Ummm, no?”

“I like both,” Seokjin offers gently, “and I’m happy to do whatever makes you more comfortable.”

Jungkook still looks torn, taking his time considering and Seokjin waits, leaning in to kiss Jungkook’s neck, hand drifting lower, down his belly, over his hip.

Jungkook whines. “Hyung I can’t think when you-”

“Then don’t think so hard,” Seokjin suggests, nipping his collarbone and digging his fingers into Jungkook’s thigh.

“B-bottom,” Jungkook manages and Seokjin pulls back to read his face. “If that’s o-”

“I said whatever you wanted, I meant it,” Seokjin reassures him. “You don’t have to tell me why-”

“Don’t wanna come too fast,” Jungkook offers quickly, quietly, face flushed red. “Don’t think I can help it if I top.”

“Okay baby, but don’t worry too much about that, okay? Hyung just wants you to feel good,” Seokjin tells him, words getting lost against Jungkook’s skin as Seokjin presses more kisses there and Jungkook shivers. Seokjin lets his hand travel up Jungkook’s inner thigh and over the bulge in his joggers. “Excited, huh?” he teases.

Jungkook groans, shoving at Seokjin’s shoulder. “If you’re gonna make fun-”

“Hey, I’m not! It’s cute,” Seokjin says.

Jungkook huffs. “Gee, thanks for calling my dick cute.”

“It is cute,” Seokjin coos. “All of you is cute, what’s wrong with that hmm?”

“Cute sounds small,” Jungkook pouts, but he gasps when Seokjin squeezes him.

“I never said that, don’t put words in my mouth,” Seokjin scolds him, then, “put your cute cock there instead.”

“H-hyung,” Jungkook stammers, trying to sound annoyed but he twitches in Seokjin’s grip.

“Do you want to?”

“I-” Jungkook starts, apparently having a crisis over it. “I don’t wanna-”

“-come too soon, I know. I can stop before you do, slow things down if you want,” Seokjin offers. “And so what if you do? We’ve got plenty of time.”

“Um,” Jungkook starts, making an effort to push past his trepidation and taking a deep breath, “then yes? Please?”

“You’re so polite when a blow job is on the table,” Seokjin teases and Jungkook scowls. “Let’s take these off, shall we?”

Seokjin helps Jungkook slide his pants and underwear off and he tries not to feel overwhelmed by so much bare skin. He didn’t really get a good look at Jungkook last time, it being dark and him being half dressed still, but he was right - his cock is cute. He knows better than to mention it right now though, even if he means it as a compliment.

Seokjin lightly trails his fingers up Jungkook’s length and Jungkook’s entire body jumps. “Are you gonna take notes?”

“What?” Jungkook asks, dazed already.

“You wanted to learn before - or was that just your clever way of getting dicked down?” Seokjin goades.

“Both?” Jungkook admits sheepishly and Seokjin laughs.

“Well, now you can find out what you like, yeah?” Seokjin tells him, shifting down the mattress.

“Oh god,” Jungkook whines and Seokjin glances up at him.

“I haven’t done anything yet,” he points out. Jungkook just blinks back at him, eyes widening when Seokjin wraps his hand around the base. “Lesson Three is all about figuring out what gets you off. Just let me know if you want me to stop.”

“O-okay,” Jungkook manages. “Three? Did we skip- I don’t remember-”

“Aish, don’t worry about Lesson Two, you passed with flying colors,” Seokjin says as he settles between Jungkook’s spread thighs. “But remember what I said, it’s okay if you wanna come.”

“I-in your mouth?” Jungkook asks in a panic and Seokjin laughs obnoxiously against Jungkook’s bare hip.

“If you want you,” Seokjin reiterates and Jungkook whimpers, too turned on to complain about Seokjin teasing him. Seokjin strokes him lightly a few times, then kisses the spot right under the head of Jungkook’s cock where he likes to be kissed.

“Oh my god,” Jungkook whines, precum already beading at the tip. “You were right, it does feel good.”

Seokjin laughs again, the air puffing over the head of Jungkook’s cock enough to make him moan. “Occasionally I do know what I’m talking about.”

“Can you… do it again?” Jungkook asks hesitantly, but Seokjin doesn’t waver, just repeats it and Jungkook’s breathing hitches. “Your lips are so soft, fuck.”

“Wait til you feel my tongue,” Seokjin says, voice low and Jungkook gasps at the implication alone. When Seokjin finally licks from Jungkook's base to his tip Jungkook devolves into a swearing mess immediately, reaching down to brace Seokjin's shoulders and push him back. "Jungkook?" Seokjin asks, glancing up to meet Jungkook's apologetic stare.

"I'm sorry," Jungkook whines. "I guess I'm just sensitive."

"Baby," Seokjin coos, too fond, sure it's written all over his face. "Don't be sorry for that. I love that about you."

Jungkook laughs in embarrassment. "You say that now."

"I'll say that every day for the rest of my life," Seokjin assures him, and Jungkook's eyes get wider. Seokjin once again wishes he could reel his words back in, the implication being too much obviously, made even worse because he means it and he thinks Jungkook must know that.

"Hyung?" Jungkook murmurs.

"I- sorry, I didn't-"

"You didn't mean it?" Jungkook interrupts.

"What answer will make you freak out less?" Seokjin asks nervously.

"The truth," Jungkook murmurs and of course that’s the answer, that’s all Jungkook’s really ever asked him for. It's not that he didn't eventually want to have this conversation but he was hoping to have more time to prepare, to have whatever they’re doing more settled so he felt like it was right to bring it up at all.

"I think you know," Seokjin mumbles reluctantly, the truth because it’s what Jungkook wanted and what he deserves.

"Can you say it anyway?" Jungkook asks, biting his lip but Seokjin sees how he’s trying to fight back a smile, sees the underlying current of emotion in Jungkook - it's hope.

"Every day. For the rest of my life," Seokjin repeats more boldly this time. "Is that... okay, Jungkook-ah?" he asks and Jungkook nods so hard Seokjin can't help the elated, relieved laugh he lets out. "Yah, you had me worried!"

"That's kind of on you, hyung," Jungkook says, smiling freely at last. "I mean it's pretty obvious how I feel about you."

"Is it?" Seokjin asks, though he supposes it is, that maybe his own nervousness was less about rejection and more about knowing that if he confessed how he felt, Jungkook was already all in. "Do you still want me to-"

"Yes," Jungkook rushes out, face flushing.

Seokjin chuckles and drops a kiss to Jungkook's hip before he drags his lips up over Jungkook's cock. When he gets to the head he licks roughly just to make Jungkook squirm before finally taking his dick into his mouth.

“Oh,” Jungkook breathes out and Seokjin sees his fingers gripping the sheets out of the corner of his eye. He slowly sinks down Jungkook’s length, the head of his cock bumping the back of Seokjin’s throat. “H-how?”

If Seokjin could speak he’d tell him practice makes perfect but he’s not gonna take his mouth off Jungkook to explain at this point. Instead he swallows before drawing back, Jungkook’s dick leaking over his tongue. Jungkook’s hips lift to chase the heat of Seokjin’s mouth so Seokjin pins him down.

It actually seems to make Jungkook more desperate, muscles straining against Seokjin’s hold and he moans when Seokjin takes him deeper again. “Oh god, oh- f-feels so good,” Jungkook whimpers. “Fuck hyung, ‘m getting close, I-”

Seokjin’s not surprised it’s happening so fast - even though it’s been years he remembers his first blow job, how embarrassingly quickly he busted. It doesn’t seem embarrassing now though when it’s Jungkook, it just seems fucking hot, the idea of him already so overwhelmed by pleasure.

Jungkook tangles his fingers in Seokjin’s hair and Seokjin half expects him to pull him off with how concerned he was earlier about going too fast, but instead he inadvertently shoves Seokjin farther down as he grinds up, hips rolling against Seokjin’s face as he starts to come with a breathless moan.

Seokjin’s cock throbs where it’s trapped between him and the mattress, Jungkook’s desperation turning him on so much he feels light headed. He swallows, tongue working to lick Jungkook clean and Jungkook’s little cries and trembles make something possessive and carnal roar inside him, something he’s not sure he’s ever experienced before.

“A-ah, fuck,” Jungkook whines, finally tugging at Seokjin’s hair to get him to pull off when the stimulation is too much. “Oh my god,” Jungkook breathes out, tension draining from him as he flops back on the mattress.

“Okay, Jungkook-ah?” Seokjin asks, softly petting over his belly, kissing his inner thigh.

“Never better,” Jungkook answers, laughing. “Sorry I, ah, pulled your hair.”

Seokjin shrugs, peering up at him. “I didn’t mind. Maybe you should apologize for fucking my face though.” Jungkook makes a startled sound, eyes wide in panic but Seokjin just laughs. “I’m kidding, it was hot.”

“I didn’t mean to,” Jungkook mumbles sheepishly and Seokjin crawls back up the bed until they’re eye to eye.

Seokjin cups the back of Jungkook’s neck and scritches the sweaty hair on his nape. “Hey, I liked it.”

“Yeah?” Jungkook asks skeptically. “Why would you like that?”

“You, using me, taking what you need? Tell me what’s not hot about it,” Seokjin answers with a shrug but Jungkook still seems skeptical so Seokjin leans back and nods down toward his tented shorts. “I mean, check for yourself if you want.”

He doesn’t expect Jungkook to actually do it - meant it more rhetorically than anything - and Jungkook does so with so much enthusiasm, hand instantly covering Seokjin’s cock and squeezing. Seokjin gasps, body on auto-pilot as he presses against the touch.

“Fuck, you really did like it,” Jungkook murmurs in awe, smiling. “A lot, huh?”

“Jungkook-ah, don’t tease, god,” Seokjin scolds but it comes out whiny and needy.

“I’m not teasing, I still want you to,” Jungkook corrects. “Still want you to be my first, hyung.”

A full body shiver runs through Seokjin at that and it’s stupid, he doesn’t care about virginity, knows it’s a social construct created to shame people into puritanical compliance. And yet knowing that he’s going to be the only one who’s touched Jungkook like this makes him feverish and greedy.

“Tell hyung what you’ve done before, hmm? Have you touched yourself there, JK?” Seokjin asks softly, maybe enjoying the way Jungkook’s cheeks flush a little too much.

Jungkook nods, head ducking. “Yeah, I- I do it a lot,” he confesses and he can probably feel Seokjin’s dick throb in his grip. “Just my fingers though, I haven’t- nothing else.”

“Feels good when you do it?” Seokjin asks, humming when Jungkook seems to almost unconsciously start stroking him through his shorts.

“I always come so hard,” Jungkook tells him quietly. “It feels better when I have something inside.”

“Oh my god,” Seokjin manages, rolling dramatically onto his back. “Are you trying to kill me?”

“What?” Jungkook asks in surprise. “No? Why would I-”

“You’re trying to tell me you don’t realize how that sounds?” Seokjin presses with a laugh. Jungkook bites his bottom lip and slides his hand past the elastic band of his shorts, into Seokjin’s underwear, fingers gliding easily with how much he’s leaking.

“Oh,” Jungkook breathes out. “You’re, ah- it’s so wet.”

Seokjin groans, a mix of embarrassment and want. “Yeah, well. It’s your fault.”

“So big, hyung,” Jungkook says softly, “do you think you’ll fit?”

Seokjin is about to tell him they don’t have to, not today or ever if Jungkook is worried about it but then he realizes that’s not what’s going on. He’s just trying to wind Seokjin up but two can play at this game.

“Baby,” Seokjin starts, rolling back toward him and cupping Jungkook’s cheek, “I’m gonna make it fit.” Jungkook’s eyes get bigger but the heat in them is unmistakable. “Whenever you’re ready, of course.”

“Now?” Jungkook asks hopefully.

Seokjin chuckles. “Yeah? Ready to go again so soon?”

“I, uh…” Jungkook trails off, looking down and then away but Seokjin follows his gaze, he sees where Jungkook’s half hard again already. Or, fuck - maybe he never went soft. Jungkook clears his throat. “Now is good.”

“Can you reach the nightstand? There’s lube and condoms-”

“I’m clean,” Jungkook offers, the way he interrupts nervous yet bold.

“Jungkook-ah,” Seokjin starts to scold, even though he is too, at his last health check and it’s not like he’s fucked around since. “We shouldn’t-”

“I know but hear me out,” Jungkook cuts in again. “I’ve never been with anyone, and… might not ever be with anyone else.” He stops, leveling Seokjin with a look before continuing. “I mean, I don’t know if you will, but….”

Seokjin meant what he said earlier, every day for the rest of his life, but Jungkook doubling down makes it all the more real, less in the heat of the moment and more like commitment. Seokjin’s not shy of it, never has been, but he wonders if it’s because he knew everyone he was with before Jungkook didn’t stand a chance of being the one for him.

“Get the lube then,” Seokjin says softly and Jungkook’s responding smile cements what Seokjin already knew somewhere deep down; there is no one else for him. He blinks the unexpected tears away while Jungkook’s back is turned as he digs through the nightstand, and he finally gives himself permission to do what he’s wanted to do for a while now - just love Jungkook.

It’s so simple and yet he’s been stopping himself, denying it, and now he doesn’t have to anymore. He’s not going to freak Jungkook out though by getting emotional about it at a time like this, regardless of how relieved and overwhelmed he feels, so he wipes his eyes quickly before Jungkook rolls back into his space.

But they’ve known each other for too long and Jungkook’s expression falls when he looks at Seokjin’s face. “Hyung?”

“It’s nothing,” Seokjin explains quickly. “Just… just really glad you’re here. That we’re here.”

“Oh,” Jungkook sighs in understanding, snuggling even closer and draping an arm over Seokjin’s shoulders. “Yeah, I get what you mean.”

Seokjin mirrors Jungkook’s smile, taking the lube from his hand. “Shall we?”

Jungkook nods, rolling onto his back and spreading his thighs, his cock bobbing over his belly, the anticipation apparently enough to get him fully hard again. Seokjin pours more lube than he needs, slicking his fingers and his palm before setting the bottle aside. He reaches down and Jungkook pushes his knees even farther apart but Seokjin stops to wrap his hand around his dick instead.

“Ah, hyung, that’s not-”

“Don’t complain,” Seokjin warns him, “and don’t rush me.” Jungkook pouts but does as he’s told, whimpering as Seokjin teasingly strokes him a few times before letting his hand drift lower. “How many fingers have you managed to fit in your tight little hole, Jungkook-ah?” Seokjin asks and Jungkook’s breathing hitches.

“Three but-” he breaks off to moan when Seokjin rubs the pad of his index finger lightly over his opening, “but it’s not enough.”

“Not enough?” Seokjin repeats, belly twisting with the thought of Jungkook desperately trying to fill himself.

“With two I can get the angle right, but the stretch isn’t…” Jungkook tries to explain. “Three and I can’t reach.”

“Why haven’t you tried any toys?” Seokjin asks out of genuine curiosity.

Jungkook shrugs, then murmurs, “Just wanted hyung to do it.”

He sobs when Seokjin suddenly presses in as deep as he can in one motion, Jungkook tensing all over, clenching around him. “There you go baby, is that what you needed?” Seokjin coos sweetly at him. Jungkook’s eyes are squeezed shut and he nods, already trying to work himself down against Seokjin’s hand as Seokjin thrusts in and out. Jungkook’s muscles flex each time even though the slide is so easy with this much lube. “Feel good?”

“S-so good, hyung please,” Jungkook begs, eyes flashing open and meeting Seokjin’s.

“Please what?” Jungkook just stares at him imploringly so Seokjin tsks. “You can ask me for what you want, can’t you? Can’t be greedy and shy all at once, JK. You know I’ll give you anything, you just have to tell me-”

“More,” Jungkook whimpers and Seokjin easily complies, drawing back enough to press a second finger inside him. Jungkook moans, reaching down to squeeze the head of his cock.

“Are you gonna come, Jungkook-ah?” Seokjin asks, surprised at how responsive Jungkook is though maybe he shouldn’t be - fuck, how badly has he wanted this, needed it?

“Don’t want to, not yet,” Jungkook rushes out, trying to take deeper breaths. “Stay still for a second?”

“Of course,” Seokjin agrees, reaching out to set a soothing hand on him but thinking better of it, wondering if it will just get him more worked up. “Do you usually, ah, get this excited this fast?” Seokjin’s not expecting Jungkook to laugh, albeit shakily.

“Nope,” Jungkook says. “I mean, like I said I’m-”

“-sensitive.”

“Yeah,” Jungkook confirms. “This is like… my go-to jerk-off fantasy and now it’s actually happening so, ah...”

“What I said earlier still counts,” Seokjin tells him gently and Jungkook raises a confused eyebrow. “It’s okay if you come.”

Jungkook rolls his eyes. “God I must be the worst lay you’ve ever-”

“Knock it off,” Seokjin cautions, pinching Jungkook’s nipple which, in retrospect, is not the right move as Jungkook clenches around him and cries out, biting his lower lip savagely.

Jungkook glares. “Not cool, hyung.”

“Sorry, sorry,” Seokjin apologizes. “Let me just be clear though, you getting off is not a hardship for me.”

“I’m just saying, maybe you should have fucked me first before you started saying things like - the rest of your life,” Jungkook says and he tries to make it sound like a joke but Seokjin sees the fear on the other side of it.

Seokjin leans in, pressing his forehead to Jungkook’s. “You’re not the only one who’s nervous, you know. You’re not the only one who’s been thinking about this.” Jungkook opens his mouth to argue so Seokjin charges ahead. “Putting aside that it’s your first time, it’s my first time with you and I want it to be good. I mean, I could be a terrible lay-”

“Bullshit,” Jungkook interrupts and Seokjin raises a questioning eyebrow. “We lived together in the dorm, hyung, you brought people home.” Seokjin frowns, not picking up what he’s getting at. “I heard them, I heard you-”

“Jungkook-ah,” Seokjin interrupts, “were you listening to me have sex?”

“Not on purpose!” Jungkook blurts, then, “at least at first.”

“You little pervert,” Seokjin teases, smiling wickedly.

“It’s not my fault, you are so loud-”

“Did you jerk off while you listened?” Seokjin presses, gently curling his fingers inside of Jungkook, making him gasp.

“Y-yes,” he admits willingly, unabashedly, and Seokjin thinks he could get him to confess anything right now. “You sound so pretty when you come, I…”

“-you what, JK?” Seokjin urges, thrusting deeper.

“Couldn’t s-stop myself,” Jungkook manages. “Wait, fuck, stopstopstop.”

Seokjin does as he’s told, Jungkook is clearly right on the brink of losing himself again and he tries to get his body to relax. Seokjin’s torn between wanting to do what Jungkook asks and giving in to what he wants, Jungkook’s already so close it would be easy to tip him.

Then again, edging Jungkook until he cries sounds kind of nice too…

“I didn’t think it would be so different,” Jungkook murmurs after a moment once he’s calmed down.

“Is it?”

Jungkook huffs out a laugh. “How could it not be I guess.”

“Does it hurt at all, Jungkook-ah?” Seokjin asks, though Jungkook shows no signs that it does.

Jungkook shakes his head after a moment’s hesitation. “Not really? I mean it always feels kind of… weird at first.”

“Yeah,” Seokjin agrees, unsure whether he wants to admit at this moment that it’s been a while since he bottomed, but the sudden thought of Jungkook on top of him, pushing inside makes him shiver.

“Hyung? Okay?”

God, nothing gets past him. “Just… thinking.”

“About what?” Jungkook presses.

“You fucking me,” Seokjin confesses and Jungkook’s mouth drops open, making Seokjin laugh. “If you wanted to, someday.”

“God, I can’t promise how… good that’ll be,” Jungkook starts and Seokjin’s about to protest but Jungkook doesn’t let him. “But you know me.”

“I know you?” Seokjin tries to clarify.

“If I want to get better at something, I won’t stop until I do.”

“Is that a threat, Jungkook-ah?” Seokjin teases, slowly starting to move again and Jungkook’s eye’s flutter shut.

“A promise.”

“But baby,” Seokjin purrs, “you just said you couldn’t promise.”

“N-not at first hyung, but eventually I’ll be so good for you,” Jungkook whimpers, hips rocking down onto Seokjin’s fingers.

“Oh yeah?” Seokjin prompts, heady from Jungkook’s words, the way his voice is stretched so thin right now.

“However you want, whenever, fuck-” Jungkook adds. “I-I’m getting close, I don’t-”

“You can-”

“Not yet,” Jungkook whines so Seokjin pulls back, this time he does smooth his free hand over Jungkook’s hip and the bow-tight tension in his body dissipates little by little.

“You’re doing so well Jungkook-ah,” Seokjin praises him and Jungkook struggles to focus on his face, so fucked out already Seokjin has to bite the inside of his cheek to stifle a moan. Without warning, he eases a third finger past Jungkook’s rim.

Jungkook cries out, squeezing Seokjin so tightly he can’t move even if he wanted to. “Easy, easy JK,” Seokjin murmurs, barely audible over Jungkook’s whimpering. “Relax for me.”

“H-hyung,” Jungkook hiccups, “it’s- ah,” he breaks off.

“Too much?” Seokjin asks but Jungkook shakes his head quickly.

“It feels so good, oh my god,” Jungkook manages. Seokjin still can’t move much but his fingers are buried deep enough he can curl them, doing his best to press against Jungkook’s prostate. “Oh fuck.”

“Is this what you needed, baby?” Seokjin prompts, admiring the way he can make Jungkook’s entire body tremble. Jungkook seems too overwhelmed to respond but that’s okay, Seokjin doesn’t need him to - he knows this is exactly it. Finally full, finally touching him right where he needs it.

Though it’s still a challenge Seokjin draws back a little to thrust back in, trying to ignore the hot wave of arousal washes over him when he thinks about finally being inside Jungkook, the way his body squeezes around Seokjin’s fingers.

If he can’t get him to relax a little there’s no way he’s gonna fit though and normally his method is the distraction of touching his partner’s dick. In this case though he’s nearly 100% sure that Jungkook will bust instantly which would be fine with him but he knows it’s not what Jungkook wants.

“Jungkook-ah, are you still with me?” Seokjin asks, Jungkook’s head tipped back as he moans. He tried to surface, eyes so dark when his focus lands on Seokjin.

“It’s so good hyung,” he slurs.

“Tell me what you need, what you want me-”

“-wanna come,” Jungkook whines.

It surprises Seokjin but he’s more than happy to oblige, could never deny Jungkook anyway especially when it’s something he wants, too. “Yeah? Want hyung to make you come, Jungkook-ah?”

Jungkook has a moment of conflict, biting at his lower lip again before he nods. Seokjin sits up, sliding his fingers over Jungkook’s prostate again and again as his other hand wraps snugly around Jungkook’s cock, focusing on short, tight strokes at the head.

“Oh, oh fuck,” Jungkook swears, pressing up off the bed into the touch and it only takes about half a minute before he’s pulsing over his belly, rhythmically clenching around Seokjin’s fingers. Seokjin works him through it, gently touches Jungkook's sensitive cock and then he starts to ease out of Jungkook’s hole.

“Nonono please don’t,” Jungkook rushes out, grabbing Seokjin’s arm to stop him. “Want you inside still please-”

“Okay, of course Jungkook-ah,” Seokjin soothes him and Jungkook releases his grip on his arm. “You okay?”

“I couldn’t help it,” Jungkook whines, eyes too wide and earnest considering where Seokjin’s hands are.

“It’s not a crime to feel good, JK,” Seokjin teases but Jungkook continues to pout. “Don’t worry, hyung’s still gonna fuck your tight little ass.”

Jungkook’s eyes are wide. “Ah, hyung, your dirty talk…”

“Don’t like it?” Seokjin asks curiously, tilting his head.

'“I just didn’t expect it,” Jungkook admits, cheeks flushing.

“Ah, so you do kinda like it then,” Seokjin says.

“Maybe,” Jungkook mumbles, breaking their inadvertent staring contest. “Do you think I’m ready?”

“Ready?” Seokjin repeats, not understanding the question.

“For you, do you- do you think it’ll fit?” Jungkook asks and the question makes Seokjin feel hot all over, his desire like an avalanche bound to bury him.

“I told you,” Seokjin starts flirtatiously, “I’ll make it-”

“Right now though, do you think- can we try?” Jungkook interrupts.

“Jungkook-ah,” Seokjin scolds, “you just came, maybe we should wait?”

“What if you just put it in while we waited?” Jungkook suggests hopefully.

“Yah, you’re shameless,” Seokjin complains but god he wants to, wants it so much it’s making him delirious. Jungkook seems to know that and just like he does any time he can find a little leverage to get his way, he leans in hard.

“Don’t you want to, hyung?” Jungkook asks, voice low and full of promise and Seokjin knows he’s being played - he knows - but Jungkook has his undivided attention. He cups the back of Seokjin’s neck and pulls him down, lips almost touching when he asks, “Don’t you wanna know how good I feel?”

“JK-”

“I’ll behave, I’ll do whatever hyung tells me to,” Jungkook says and Seokjin’s about to argue because there’s no way that’s going to be true, but Jungkook adds, “I just want you inside.”

Seokjin knows a losing battle when he sees one and truthfully he didn’t stand much of a chance from the get-go anyway. “Fine,” he acquiesces and Jungkook’s face breaks into a grin. “But we’re still waiting! I don’t want you… squirming or anything, got it?”

“I said I’d behave,” Jungkook snarks.

Seokjin rolls his eyes. “Yeah, it’s like I know you or something.”

Despite his teasing, Seokjin is so careful as he pulls his fingers out, watching Jungkook’s expression as he goes, knowing just how this part feels, the clenching emptiness but Jungkook doesn’t complain or rush him.

Seokjin stands and takes his time undressing, feeling oddly exposed under Jungkook’s watchful gaze so he turns around. He’s not built like Namjoon, or even Jungkook himself for that matter, but generally he’s pretty happy with how he looks. He does wish he’d known he was going to be getting laid so he could have hit the gym a little harder though.

Once he’s stripped bare he faces Jungkook again and his obvious unyielding adoration is like a punch to the gut. “Come here,” Jungkook says, voice rough so he clears his throat. “Please.”

Seokjin eases back onto the bed and Jungkook reaches out, pulling him closer and kissing him like he’s been away for months and not moments. “Easy, Jungkook-ah,” Seokjin manages, laughing fondly.

“Sorry, I just-” Jungkook cuts off, sighing. “You’re just really hot, your hotness vexes me.”

“It vexes you?” Seokjin repeats, raising an eyebrow.

“Yes!” Jungkook shouts. “Do you know how long it took for me to work up the courage to ask for what I wanted in that tent?”

Seokjin hadn’t really thought about it - even if he had an inkling that Jungkook was pining for him, he usually doesn’t hesitate when he wants something. It makes Seokjin wonder why he hesitated with him, if it was because he was so sure he’d be rejected or something.

“I’m really glad you did,” Seokjin tells him softly, tucking Jungkook’s hair behind his ear before kissing him again.

They get lost in it for a little bit but Jungkook breaks it off with a huff. “Hyung, did you notice how good I’m being?”

“Are you?” Seokjin teases, hooking his finger under Jungkook’s chin to tilt his face up obnoxiously.

“Yes,” Jungkook pouts. “I’m not rushing you or anything.”

“But?” Seokjin coaxes.

“I- I feel empty and I don’t like it,” Jungkook admits, cheeks flushing red with the confession, his eyes wide and imploring.

There’s no reason to keep him waiting and Seokjin doesn’t want to, but the truth is he’s gotten more nervous as the seconds have ticked by. He swallows his hesitation though, searching the tangled sheets for the lube.

“How do you want me?” he asks and Jungkook just blinks back at him. “Jungkook-ah, I know you’ve thought about it.”

“Thought about a lot of things,” Jungkook murmurs. “How do you want to do it?”

Seokjin is about to argue that this isn’t about him and insist Jungkook decide, but Jungkook looks a little overwhelmed again and Seokjin reminds himself this is about them, this isn’t some favor he’s doing or a random hook up. This is the first of what he hopes is many times they can be together like this, and despite the catalog of ways he’s imagined having Jungkook, he knows exactly what he wants right now.

He doesn’t answer, just moves between Jungkook’s legs, drizzling more lube into his palm before he reaches down and strokes himself a few times to spread it. He slicks the excess over Jungkook’s hole and Jungkook moans and the contact, and Seokjin can’t resist sliding two fingers inside for a second just to see how easily they go, how greedy Jungkook’s body is for it.

Seokjin can tell Jungkook’s trying to follow the rules, staying as still as he can, brow furrowed to keep the inevitable begging at bay. Seokjin grabs the base of his cock so he can rub the wet head over Jungkook’s rim.

Seokjin can’t fault Jungkook for the ah-ahs that come out of him, he has to bite back a moan himself when his dick catches and he presses in just barely. He’s painstakingly slow as he slides deeper, gasping when Jungkook clenches around him so he stops.

“Oh,” Seokjin breathes out, trying to even out his heartbeat but it flutters away against his ribcage. “Jungkook-ah, are you-”

“Is that-” Jungkook starts, voice breaking. He licks his lips, eyes shut tight. “Is it in?”

“Ah,” Seokjin pauses, “um, not… all the way.”

“Fuck,” Jungkook mutters, throwing his arm over his eyes and laughing. “Of course I’d fall for the guy with the biggest dick on the planet.”

Seokjin whines. “Hey, it’s not- besides, some people would love to get dicked down by-”

“-hyung-”

“-and we can stop, I can just pull out-” Seokjin charges on, feeling weirdly embarrassed which isn’t doing anything for how nervous he is already.

“No!” Jungkook protests.

“I said we should wait but no, you wanted to-” Seokjin continues.

“I still do!” Jungkook interrupts. Seokjin realizes how dramatically he’s frowning but he can’t seem to stop himself either. “Hyung, I want you so much, all of you.”

“Jungkook-ah-” Seokjin chides.

Jungkook reaches down to grip Seokjin’s hips, pulling him down a little by little. “Every- ah- centimeter, fuck.”

Seokjin feels pleasantly helpless as Jungkook tugs him down to kiss him, enough of a distraction he doesn’t notice right away that their pelvises are flush.

It’s a lot, being buried so deep in the heat of Jungkook’s body, tight like a vice around him. For his sake he’s glad they’re taking a minute because it would be all too easy to give in to the searing hot pleasure of this.

“Okay?” Seokjin manages, wincing at the waver in his voice.

“Are you?” Jungkook teases so Seokjin leans down to bite his shoulder hard. “Ah! What the-”

“You said you’d behave,” Seokjin reminds him.

“I didn’t say I wouldn’t talk,” Jungkook grumbles, rubbing the divots from Seokjin’s teeth.

“You said you’d do whatever I told you to,” Seokjin points out and Jungkook opens his mouth to protest but snaps it shut when Seokjin raises his eyebrows.

“You want me to be quiet? Fine, I can do that.”

Seokjin narrows his eyes, because this feels like a trap. “Meaning what? No talking, not a peep?” Jungkook presses his lips together in a tight line, the mischevy practically overflowing in his eyes. “So you’re saying, or not saying, I guess, that you’re gonna remain silent?”

Jungkook doesn’t respond, his defiant brattiness reaching new heights, so Seokjin just barely grinds against him. Jungkook’s responding moan so loud he slaps a hand over his mouth. Seokjin smirks, prying his hand away. “Baby, I wanna hear you. Even if you’re being cheeky.”

Jungkook’s resolve melts into something too adoring and Seokjin wants to fade into him and maybe never come back.

“Can I be loud then?” Jungkook asks and Seokjin snorts.

“Why am I already regretting saying that?”

Jungkook pouts. “Hyung,” he starts earnestly, “you said you wanted to.”

“I said I wanted to hear you, not have my eardrums shattered,” Seokjin grumbles.

“I just thought you’d want to know how good you make me feel,” Jungkook murmurs, staring up at Seokjin. “I mean, maybe it won’t be an issue, maybe those hookups from the dorms were putting on a show.”

“Yah!” Seokjin shouts, glaring at Jungkook’s proud smile because he’s once again gotten him right where he wants him. “And here I was planning on being gentle, making love-”

“Oh,” Jungkook mumbles in surprise.

“But if you wanna get railed, that can be arran-”

“Hyung,” Jungkook cuts him off, looking bashful suddenly, “making love, that would- that sounds nice,” he admits. “Would you, ah, do that?”

“You sure? I would hate to fall short of your expectations,” Seokjin teases brattily but his breathing catches when Jungkook bats his long lashes and gazes at him.

“You won’t, you couldn’t,” Jungkook assures him and god, his unwavering confidence in Seokjin is making him nervous again, something he hasn’t really felt in years.

“Don’t, ah,” Seokjin says, cheeks heating.

“Hyung,” Jungkook murmurs, cupping Seokjin’s cheek. “You can’t, no matter what happens. You’ve already been amazing.”

“I wouldn’t go that far,” Seokjin grumbles.

“Of course you wouldn’t, you never take credit when you should,” Jungkook points out honestly.

“Jungkook-ah,” Seokjin manages, cheeks positively radiating with his blush now, “it’s just sex, let’s not-”

“It’s not though,” Jungkook interrupts. “it’s my first time. And I know that shouldn’t really mean anything, but maybe… it does to me.”

“Baby,” Seokjin says, brushing his fingers through Jungkook’s hair, “I didn’t mean to make you feel like- of course it means something. It’s a new experience, it’s-” Seokjin cuts off, taking a deep breath. He didn’t realize anyone really listened to his semi-regular rants about the concept of virginity anymore, Jungkook least of all. “I’m sorry if I made it seem like it shouldn’t be a big deal for you.”

“You think I’m silly,” Jungkook huffs and Seokjin instantly frowns.

“I don’t, not even a little,” Seokjin quickly corrects.

“It’s not like I was trying to wait til marriage or anything,” Jungkook mumbles.

“Right, that’s-”

“I was just… waiting for you,” Jungkook admits softly and fuck if it doesn’t hit Seokjin like another arrow to the heart. “Sorry.”

Seokjin groans, dropping his head onto Jungkook’s chest. “Don’t be sorry, I should be sorry,” Seokjin says, words muffled against Jungkook’s skin.

“Did I ruin the moment?” Jungkook asks nervously and Seokjin’s head snaps up to look at him.

“No, you didn’t ruin anything, you just…” Seokjin trails off. “Why are you so perfect?”

“I’m not,” Jungkook argues, a small smile curling his lips anyway though and Seokjin’s so relieved to see it.

“You’re right, you’re not,” Seokjin agrees and Jungkook’s mouth gapes. “But you might be perfect for me.”

“Hyung, you are so cheesy, god,” Jungkook complains but Seokjin can see the way the galaxies in Jungkook’s eyes flood with emotion. “Can you, ah, move? A little?”

Seokjin nods, leaning down to kiss Jungkook gently at first, deepening it before he starts rocking his hips. Jungkook whimpers into his mouth, fingers digging in where he grips Seokjin’s shoulders and it makes Seokjin even more overwhelmed as if the clutching heat of Jungkook wasn’t enough.

Jungkook breaks the kiss to gasp, curling his spine to get Seokjin deeper, moaning when it works. Seokjin eases his hips back, the drag of it so intense he can’t catch his breath already. He’s careful still when he presses back in, feeling Jungkook tight around him.

“Okay?” Seokjin checks in, smoothing his thumb over Jungkook’s furrowed brow.

“‘s a lot,” Jungkook admits and Seokjin stops instantly. Jungkook’s eyes fly open in panic and his hands squeeze even tighter. “Please, d-don’t stop, I can take it.”

“I know, I know you can,” Seokjin tries to soothe him. “Maybe I can’t.”

Jungkook snorts, glaring. “You don’t have to do that.”

“Do what?” Seokjin asks, even though he already knows.

“You’re trying to make me feel better,” Jungkook points out, annoyed.

“So what if I am?” Seokjin murmurs. “And I’m not lying, you know. It’s a lot for me too, you feel- fuck, you feel incredible and I don’t mind taking it slow.”

“Oh?” Jungkook asks and Seokjin is beyond pleased to see that it seems to settle Jungkook, even if he knows it’s going to be at his expense. “Are you, ah, too worked up already, hyung?”

Normally Seokjin would give him hell for being so smug but god, even just the little boost in confidence seems to shift things. “How could I not be?” Seokjin answers truthfully, smiling softly.

“So go slow then,” Jungkook urges him, squirming under his weight impatiently.

Seokjin nods then tentatively rolls his hips, watching Jungkook’s face carefully for any discomfort but instead he seems utterly ready to give in to the pleasure of it, his eyelids fluttering shut and his mouth falling open. The friction is exquisite, Jungkook hot and tight around him as he thrusts harder.

‘Oh, oh fuck,” Jungkook swears, then quickly adds, “Don’t stop please it’s- it’s good it’s so fucking good.”

Seokjin knew Jungkook was sensitive, knew he’d be responsive but the speed with which he seems to be unraveling has Seokjin right on his heels. He tries not to consider the fact that maybe it’s because he’s never slept with anyone he really cared about before, tries not to think about that maybe all the times he said ‘sex is just sex’ he was wrong, because right now it’s not just sex.

In this way, Jungkook is his first too.

“Can you- just a little harder?” Jungkook manages, pulling Seokjin back into the here and now and he’s not sure if his complicated thoughts or the reality of being between Jungkook’s thighs is more dizzying. He snaps his hips with more force and the sound that comes out of Jungkook makes him feel greedy - he wants to be the only one to hear that, wants to be the only one who can make Jungkook moan like this.

Seokjin hooks his elbows at Jungkook’s knees to bend him, helping him get the angle he’s been adjusting for and Seokjin knows the second he does.

“Oh,” Jungkook sighs, “there, right- right there.”

“Good?” Seokjin confirms anyway, maybe just to hear the praise.

“I’ve never- fuck,” Jungkook tries, whimpering. “Never deep enough or-or full enough before, ah-.”

Seokjin burns with want, thinking about Jungkook trying so hard to give himself what he needs and not being able to. He tries not to feel possessive but his brain flashes ‘mine,’ convincing himself he’s the only one that could do it, the only one that can give this pleasure to Jungkook.

He only then realizes Jungkook’s moans are in response to him saying that outloud and in his right mind he’d be embarrassed - but right now he just wants to keep at it.

“You like it when hyung fucks you, baby?” Seokjin grits out, trying to stave off his own orgasm while pushing Jungkook toward another. Jungkook whimpers, nodding frantically. “Tell me.”

“Hyung,” Jungkook whines and Seokjin’s confidence falters just a little bit.

Maybe Jungkook isn’t as into it as he is, as he thought he was, maybe his attempt at dirty talk missed the mark and is just embarrassing. “Shit, sorry, you don’t-”

”I can’t-” Jungkook cuts off with a cry.

“Shh, it’s okay Jungkook-ah, you don’t have to, I was just-” Seokjin rushes out but Jungkook cuts him off.

“Can’t stop, g-gonna come again, s-sorry,” Jungkook stutters out.

“Jungkook-ah, don’t say you’re sorry,” Seokjin huffs out a laugh, fucking into Jungkook faster, a little harder. “Be a good boy and come for hyung.”

Jungkook’s hand trails up and Seokjin expects him to touch himself but he doesn’t, instead he yanks Seokjin down into a kiss, a broken moan tumbling out of his lips against Seokjin’s as he starts to come. He shakes under Seokjin, clenching around him and Seokjin can feel the wet hot of his come between them.

Seokjin can tell Jungkook’s getting overstimulated, little tremors wracking through him even as Seokjin slows down. He presses a kiss to Jungkook’s sweaty forehead, bracing himself so he can pull out gently, but Jungkook’s ankles lock behind his back and he smiles sheepishly when Seokjin raises an eyebrow at him.

“Jungkook, what are you doing?”

“What are you doing?” Jungkook asks.

“I think you know, thus the figure-four,” Seokjin teases, reaching back to try to break Jungkook’s hold on him.

“Okay, fine. Why are you doing that?” Jungkook tries again.

“Jungkook-ah, you’re already sensitive, I don’t want to-”

“Then hurry up and come,” Jungkook interrupts.

Seokjin makes a face. “Wow, real romantic, I’m sure that’ll get me there,” he snorts.

Seokjin can actually see the moment Jungkook switches tactics. “Hyung,” he starts sweetly, fingers curling in the hair at Seokjin’s nape, pulling him close again. “Don’t you want to?”

“It’s not about what I want,” Seokjin corrects him, less now about it being Jungkook’s first time and more about causing any harm.

“So it’s about what I want?” Jungkook presses.

“Yes,” Seokjin says, then, “wait, what are you getting at?”

“If it’s about what I want,” Jungkook charges ahead, “then I want you to.”

“Jungkook-ah, that’s not what I-”

“I want you,” Jungkook purrs, lips brushing against Seokjin’s, “to come inside me.” It takes an incredible amount of effort for Seokjin to keep his hips still and he takes a deep, steadying breath. “Please,” Jungkook adds, moving under Seokjin as much as he can and even though it’s not a lot the friction makes them both moan.

Fuck, Seokjin knows he should say no, Jungkook doesn’t know what he’s in for, he’s probably already going to be sore tomorrow. But Seokjin’s always had a hard time denying him and it’s even worse now as Jungkook keeps shifting, grinding his hips.

“You don’t fight fair,” Seokjin groans, head dropping.

“I’m not fighting,” Jungkook argues.

“Oh, then what is it?” Seokjin demands playfully.

“What you taught me,” Jungkook answers and Seokjin stares at him, cocking his head in confusion. “Following my dreams.”

Seokjin huffs out a laugh. “And your dream is to be pumped full of come?”

“Hyung, no,” Jungkook tsks, “my dream is to be full of your come.”

Seokjin’s stomach flips and he wonders when he became such a dirty talk enthusiast. Maybe his partners before didn’t do it right, or maybe it’s just especially hot because it’s Jungkook. “Fuck, who taught you to say shit like that?” Seokjin mutters, trying to ignore the burn of his blush.

“Jimin,” they say at the same time.

“Well, don’t tell him it worked. In fact, don’t tell him about any of this,” Seokjin amends.

“It worked huh?” Jungkook teases, then he adds, “You, ah, don’t want me to tell anyone?”

It’s the barest hint of disappointment but Seokjin sees it instantly, the thought of keeping it a secret clearly not what Jungkook was hoping for. Seokjin knows they have so much to talk about, to figure out and he shouldn’t make any decisions when he’s balls deep.

“I just meant to spare them the details,” Seokjin says anyway and yes maybe he should have thought it through before he agreed to tell the others but the reward of Jungkook’s beaming smile erases any lingering doubts.

“You don’t want them to know how good I made you feel, hyung?” Jungkook urges, circling his hips and encouraging Seokjin to move. “How hard you came inside me?”

“Fuck, Jungkook-ah,” Seokjin swears, starting to thrust again in earnest now, release thrumming just under the surface, boiling under his skin.

“You’ve been wanting to, I know it,” Jungkook says, voice low and quiet, mostly in control now aside from the way he has to swallow down his own little gasps. “Maybe almost as much as I have.”

“More,” Seokjin whines, and he's not sure if he’s explaining himself or asking for something.

“Whatever you want, hyung. God, just- anything.”

Seokjin believes him, knows he’d give him anything, let him take what he wanted too because he trusts Seokjin to take care of him, and knows he’d never betray or hurt him.

Somehow it’s that trust that inevitably does him in, the hurricane of emotions rioting in his chest paired with the sweet drag of Jungkook’s body tight around him. He buries himself deep, wants to feel Jungkook absolutely everywhere, as he pulses inside him. His cries are broken and stretched thin and Jungkook holds him close and rubs his back as he shudders through it.

It takes him a moment to come back down, settle back into his body and when he moves to pull out this time Jungkook doesn't stop him. Jungkook tries to disguise the wince but Seokjin sees it, and when he lies down beside Jungkook he quickly hauls him in to hold him close.

“Okay?” Seokjin asks, nervousness trying to edge back in, inviting a sliver of guilt to join. He should have been more careful, insisting that they stop earlier instead of giving in so easily to what he wanted.

Jungkook hums contentedly, cuddling closer to Seokjin even though there’s barely space between them. “Sticky.”

Seokjin laughs, maybe too hard because he’s relieved. “That’s your take away from all this? You’re sticky?”

“Very sticky,” Jungkook confirms sleepily, yawning. With the morning filming and driving all day the tiredness is settling into Seokjin’s bones as well.

“Should we shower then?” Seokjin suggests even though he doesn’t feel like moving.

“Nap now, bath later,” Jungkook mumbles.

“Bath huh? You want hyung to clean you up, take care of you?” Seokjin asks, eyelids too heavy to keep open.

“You always do.”

Jungkook’s breathing evens out, seconds away from slipping into a dream and Seokjin brushes his sweaty hair off his forehead. “I always will.”