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JK eyed the high priced escort in expensive lingerie currently kneeling between his thighs, mouth wrapped around his throbbing length. Sprawled wide on the couch, one leg over the back, the other dangling off the front he lets a low grunt kick out of his chest.
"Fuck..."
She's gorgeous, hair like black silk. He tightens his grip in it's strands before pulling her off his cock with a pop. Her eyes are smoked out and mussed from where she'd teared up over his length pressing past her reflexes. She whines when he flips them to hover over her. Nipping at her neck, he humps against her wetness before ripping the slinky panties from her body. Her body pliant beneath him, he's not sure if it's because she's paid to be or because she's so willing. Shaking the thought away, he sheaths himself before pressing in slowly.
Her nails scratch down the length of his back as he pants through his thrusts, each snapping a bit harder as he chases his release. She's begging, moaning his name and it /should/ make this so much hotter No one's face is behind his closed eyes when he comes. A blank canvas. When she left though he was more unsettled than when she arrived. He wasn't worried about a lack of discretion, she'd signed an NDA and works for a reputable company. They've all used it for years with no issue. It's just that random sex wasn't going to fix this disquiet in him.
He was having trouble reconciling the difference between his persona & who he wants to be. He's almost 30 now and people still saw him as a baby. Maybe it wasn't just /people/, maybe what was really bothering him was the way NJ still saw him like a kid. He sighed against the stark white pillows on his bed and tried to sleep despite the daylight pouring through the shades. Another sleepless night had his schedule wrecked. NJ was coming by tonight to see the new CK photo proofs that came from the shoot he did a while back. He needed to show his hyung he wasn't a kid anymore.
JK grabbed a few hours sleep before NJ arrived looking warm & snuggly. The scent of NJs shampoo almost sent JK spiraling back to the days of unrequited crushing. He sighed when JK hugged him a little too long.
"Ah, JK-ah. How have you been, hmm? I haven't talked to you in a while. Are you avoiding hyung?" He smirked as JK sputtered. "Nah, hyung, I've just been busy...you know..." He scratched at the back of his head, fighting back the butterflies and trying to think of excuses.
"Mhmm, you've been very busy doing lives in the middle of the night & driving army insane. What's gotten into you, huh? Go grab some glasses, I brought some beer for the chicken. Let's talk." Nodding, JK headed for the kitchen feeling a little defiant.
"Don't scold me, hyung, I shouldn't have to ask permission to talk to army..." "JK-ie, I'm not scolding. Your lives have just been...very ...that one where you were working out. Come on. You knew what you were doing." NJ chuckled to himself but it sounded nervous to JKs ears.
A bold streak hit JK when he walked back into the living room. He smiled innocently down at NJ where he sat on the couch. The couch where he'd not so innocently fucked the hell out of the escort the night before. "Joonie hyung, did it make you uncomfortable?" a brow rose as he watched a blush crawl up NJ's neck. "Aish, JK-ah, I'm not sure I'll ever see you as anything other than a kid. When I see you doing things like this..." "Like what? I was working out, we've done that together for years." He knew what NJ meant but he wanted him to say it.
"Sure, you were working out but the way you were working out..." "Hyung, you're as bad as they are! I'm not a baby! I have sex all the time. I'm actually damn good at it!" He continued to rant letting all his frustration run over as NJ stared back at him.
When he finished NJ's jaw was hanging, "I mean, I know but...wait, you're /good/ at it? Says who?? I thought you only used that escort service." NJ smirked thinking he'd caught JK bragging. "Well...JM hyung says I'm very good at it." He grinned as NJ paled. "You've...with JM?"
Jungkook had the slightest bit of regret for tattling on his hyung without asking first but most of them had messed around from time to time, he'd just never talked to NJ about it. "Only a few times, hyungie. When we were both pent up and on tour. Sometimes there are certain things the escort company won't provide." JK looked away. He was bi so being with a woman could provide the release he needed most of the time but that wasn't true for all of them and JM wasn't into women so they helped each other a few times.
"Yeah, I get that. It's a struggle for me too." NJ didn't look at NJ either but if he had he'd have seen surprise on his face. JK had always suspected NJ swung both ways but he'd never asked. He couldn't help the way his gut clenched thinking of all those nights he'd wanted...He'd just never had the nerve to come to NJ. NJ cleared his throat nervously.
"We're getting off topic and you asked me to look at your proofs! Show me what you got JK-ah." NJ smiled but he was distracted and it showed.
A couple hours and a few more than a couple beers later and both of them are feeling loose and warm. NJ eyes the pics of JKs half-naked body strewn all across the table in front of where they sit huddled on the couch as JK sings softly to himself, pushing the images around.
The deep voice so close to his ear startles him out of his far away thoughts. “Well, I think you’ll have army in a coma over these JK-ah. Damn.” NJ chuckles under his breath. “No wonder JM was…ah, when did it happen? You and JM?”
Was that a bit of jealousy JK heard in his voice? Maybe it was the alcohol, but he was sure… “JK? Maybe I was being too nosey, I’m sorry.” NJ rubbed over his face, trying to unfuzz his brain the way he did when he’d drank too much.
“No, hyung, it’s fine! Ah...It was Tokyo. I think both of us were kind of needy and crushing on…well, other people. One thing led to another, and I was sucking him off.” JK leaned back into the couch cushions, eyes closing against the memory, a ghost of a smile on his lips. If his eyes had been open, he’d have seen a very interested NJ pressing his palm into his very interested dick. “Wait, so you weren’t into each /other/?” NJ’s brow furrowed in confusion.
“Nah, JM was so into YG Hyung that he almost called me YG when he came.” JK laughed at the memory, eyes locking with NJs when he suddenly realized he was the only one laughing. “And you…” NJ was all seriousness and maybe JK saw a bit of hope there too.
JK could feel the blush burn in his cheeks. “Ah, that’s not important hyung. Really.” Rising off the couch he made his way to the kitchen to grab a couple fresh drinks but NJ was hot on his heels.
“I just can’t imagine you with…” NJ started in but JK cut him off.
“Do you want to see?” he blurted before his brain caught up. NJ eyes went wide.
“See…what?” NJ was visibly flustered, disbelief written all over his face as JK doubled down.
“Do you want to watch me?”
“JK-ah.” NJ’s face was pink now, an achievement with his honey skin. It only served to egg JK on.
“I know you like to watch, hyung. I’ve seen your porn collection, remember? It doesn’t have to be JM. I’ve got the escort service on call. We can request someone asap.” JK liked this feeling of control, the way NJ seemed to /want/ even though it scared him. NJ took a steadying breath and JK could almost hear the wheels turning in that big brain of his.
“You’re sure you want to do this. I don’t want things to get weird between us, yeah?” His hyung chewed his lip nervously, hands tucked deep into the back pockets of his well worn jeans. His toes seemed to dig into the hardwood, maybe he was trying to escape?
JK’s heart was pounding. The thought of NJ watching him get off had him half hard already. He didn’t answer, he just dialed the service. NJ stared, clearly struggling with this whole idea but JK could clearly see the way the tip of his tongue stroked the inside of his cheek. He had him.
“Hey, member number 234727. Tonight please, as soon as you can. There will be two of us. Thank you.” JK spoke with authority. He was making a point and he wanted NJ to catch it. The look he gave his hyung felt like a challenge and the way the other's brow lifted in interest told JK he was up to it. “They said she’d be here in 30, we better clean up.” JK rubbed his hands together as if warming up. Grabbing loosely onto NJ’s bicep as he passed, his lips grazed the curl of the elder's ear. “You’ll see hyung, I’m not a baby anymore.”
NJ fought the spark that shot up his spine but couldn't stop the dimpled smirk that pulled at his lips. "I can't wait, JK-ah."
JK emerged from his bedroom in a tank top that clung to his skin and a pair of ripped up jeans. NJ stared, probably a little too long because a knowing smirk curled JKs lips. “I try to give her something to look at, hyung. She asked for the jeans specifically.” NJ nodded, the very tip of his pink tongue slipping across his lower lip as he rubbed at the back of his head. Nerves. JK knew his hyung’s tells. Just as he was about to call him out the alarm sounded at the door.
NJ settled himself in the soft chair across the room as JK led a gorgeous woman into the room. All long legs and black stockings, she was a vision. They had a rapport, bantering back and forth as JK cast smoldering glances at her and toyed with his lip ring. NJ didn’t even want to be acknowledged, just wanted to watch JK work. “You know NJ, I’m sure.” JK said to her with a grin. She gifted NJ with a sparkling smile and a bow, so NJ stood to return the gesture and warmly take her hand.
“Thank you for coming on short notice.” NJ still seemed unnerved to JK but only someone close to him would be able to tell.
“JK-ie always calls last minute.” Her voice was soft, but JK would have her loudly begging in no time.
“Tonight is about you, hmm? Gotta show NJ-hyung my how good I can be. Is that ok with you?” He cast a heated look in NJ’s direction as his hyung squirmed just a bit in his chair.
“Sounds like a good deal for me, but I want you in my mouth. Deal?” She grinned up at him knowing he wouldn’t be able to resist.
“Ohhh, ok yeah. Deal.” JK chuckled before nipping at her neck playfully. She squealed and pushed at his muscled chest. NJ had to laugh, JK definitely had a type. This was basically the female version of JM. All sex and sass. The two continued to negotiate so that they understood the boundaries and before NJ knew what was happening JK was pulling his shirt over his head.
NJ's mouth felt like the Sahara. JK had his large, inked hand sprawled across this beautiful woman's bare back, the other snaked up under her short skirt to slide her panties just past the curve of her ass. He tried to swallow as they dropped to the floor but just couldn't make his body do as it was told.
JK grunted as she wrapped her legs around his hips, fingers digging into the long hair at the back of his neck. Clearly, she knew how to get him going. NJ had to cross his legs to keep his own dick under control. His eyes wandered to the tight outline of JK's cock zipped up behind his worn denim. He had to be rock hard, there wasn't much left to the imagination by the clear outline against his pants.
At rapt attention, fingers digging into the arms of the chair as JK slid two of his own into her depths. She keened; neck exposed to JK's sucking kisses. He marked her up greedily as NJ bit back a moan. Wondering what JK's hot breath would feel like on his own neck, goosebumps broke across his hot skin. He shook the thought away, a bit unnerved, when JK swore.
"Please, daddy..." she groaned as he lay her back on the couch, his back to his hyung.
"Tell me what you want baby..." JK growled in a voice NJ had never even imagined coming out of the maknae. It bubbled a gasp up from his chest that he really wanted to take back.
"NJ Oppa, did you want to join?" she asked breathily, eyes heavily lidded and hungry. Before NJ could open his mouth JK was shutting her down.
"I'm not enough for you, hmm? We'll see about that." his tone ominous. NJ had to clear his throat and adjust his position in the chair to hide his rock hard length. JKs head dropped between her creamy thighs as he got to work, a moan coming from him as soon as his tongue slipped between her folds. She panted as she tugged at his hair, eyes rolling with some kind of exstacy that NJ wanted to experience himself if he was honest. The palm pressed into his lap did very little to ease the pressure, but he was trying.
Climbing off the couch she kissed and kitten licked across JK's heaving chest. He sucked a breath between his teeth as she bit into one of his taut nipples. Her fingers made short work of his pants, they pooled at his feet as she palmed over his hard cock, dewy drops already collecting at the tip.
"No boxers, hmm?" she cooed up at him, a knowing grin on her lips.
"I know what you like..." he purred as she moaned behind a bite to his flexing pec. He seemed to enjoy the pain; NJ noticed. A grimace was always accompanied by a delicious groan of appreciation. Unable to wait any longer, JK stepped out of his pants, kicking them aside, before dropping onto the couch facing an overwrought NJ. He couldn't take his eyes from JK's stiff length.
JK said nothing but when NJ finally met his eyes, the fire burning there was enough to set them both aflame.
NJ couldn't look away. It seemed like an eternity as she knelt between his knees on the couch cushions, positioned so that NJ could watch her mouth over JK's cock. JK held eye contact with his blushing hyung as she swallowed him down like candy. Toes flexing against the cold flor, NJ rubbed over his own erection, not hiding his own sweet relief.
"Hyung..." JK whined, punching a moan from NJ. JK's eyes fluttered shut as his head dropped back, fully succumbing to the wet heat of her mouth.
"Tell hyung, JK-ah, tell me how good she is." NJ leaned forward; elbows pressed to his knees. His entire demeanor changing to one of control. JK's abdominal muscles twitched as he fought to hold back his release. His long fingers curled into her hair as if holding on for dear life.
"Feels so fucking good. Wanna come...wanna make /you/ come..." JK's head lifted, eyes half open, somewhere between here and heaven. NJ swore. That fucking mouth...
"How would you make hyung come, JK, tell me..." NJ released his weeping length from his shorts, not touching it yet, just letting JK look at it.
"Wanna ride you, hyung...fuck!" his hips stuttered as she popped off, swirling her tongue around his swollen head. "Milk you hyung-ah, let me please..."
"Fucking hell, so good for me JK-ah. Look how hard you make me, hmm? Let me watch you fuck her and maybe I'll let you ride hyung's cock." NJ's cock jerked at the picture that was playing in his mind. JK moved immediately, pulling her up by her hair roughly. She swore as he flipped her onto her back without thinking.
"Oh god, I'm sorry! I...you ok?" His brows knit together with worry as she stared up at him, confusion in her eyes.
"What do you mean? For god sake, fuck me Jungkook!" she cried out as he slid home. Her nails dragging down his arms as his hips snapped faster. NJ's dragon eyes bore into JK's round ones as the two of them stared each other down.
"Gonna come for me baby?" NJ growled as Jungkook moaned, hips losing their rhythm slightly as he let go, his release explosive.
"God..." she groaned under her breath. "Oppa needs to come over more often. That was insane." JK smiled shyly down at her, aware of his cock chubbing up again already. "I'm going to assume you're done with me, right?" She smirked as he let his head hang in mock shame.
“Towels are in the bathroom waiting for you.” JK whispered in her ear before pressing a soft kiss to her temple. “Um…take all the time you need.”. His words were for her, but his eyes were trained on NJ’s ticking jaw.
“Don’t worry, you’ll have plenty of time.” She grinned up at him when he helped her up from the couch. NJ had tucked himself back into his shorts though it didn’t do much to hide his arousal. He and JK stared each other down, neither sure who would break first. As soon as they heard the bathroom door slip closed NJ was out of his seat, fingers tangling into JKs hair, slotting their lips together for the first time. His tongue trailed across the seam of JKs lips, begging entry. JK was all too happy to oblige.
The maknae had been pining after his hyung for years, too scared to make a move. NJ tugged at JK’s lower lip, tongue swiping at his lip rings before pulling away completely.
“JK-ie…we don’t have to…”
“Hyung no, I want this. I want you.” JK pulled at NJs full lips with his own drawing a groan from the older, his arms circling his waist so he could slip is fingers up against NJ’s muscled back. “Please hyung.”
"Fuck. When you beg like that..." NJ's head dropped back on a sigh, just far enough that JK was able to lick into the cup of his collarbone. It was the pull that ignited the flame.
The two grabbed at each other's bodies, pulling, grinding - nothing was enough. JK pulled NJ's shirt over his head before sliding his shorts down his thick thighs. God he loved those thighs. Kneeling at his feet, he looked up at his long time friend and mentor through his long lashes. It was a look he'd never given NJ and the elder was clearly struggling. JK's lips brushed over the bulge in NJ's boxer briefs. "Hyung...wanna..."
"Fuck, JK-ah, if you put your mouth on me, I'll come in seconds." JK chuckled low in his throat. A naughty thing. Tonguing a hot stripe up the length of NJ through the damp fabric, he stood and wrapped his arms around the other's neck.
"Joon-ah, need you inside me. Gonna ride you so good you'll never want anyone else." His nose slid up the side of NJ's neck before he set his teeth to the honey tan lobe of his ear. NJ swore as he walked JK back toward the couch, dropping his last bits of clothing along the way. Once he'd settled on the cushion, NJ leaned back as JK straddled his hips. Slipping his fingers into the upholstery, he pulled out a small bottle of lube. NJ chuckled.
"And does that just live there between the cushions, you monster?" A laugh burst forth as JK smiled through a deep pink blush.
I maybe was hoping I might get lucky, I don't know." JK hid his face in the crook of NJ's neck while the other squeezed playfully at his muscled ass.
"Looks like I'm the one getting lucky, JK-ah." JK nipped his neck before pulling back to pour some of the slippery liquid into his palm. He warmed it slightly in his hand as NJ watched, silent.
"Jesus, you're so fucking sexy. My god, just...yeah." NJ tucked the wavy strands of JK's hair behind his ear as JK focused on anything but NJ.
"Hyung..."
"I knew. I mean, I've always known you were going to be the death of me but damn, bun." NJ gasped as JK's fingers slipped around his girth. Both hands coating him in their slippery wetness as JK short circuited.
"...always?" JK stared in disbelief as NJ panted, trying to stay focused.
"Always JK, fucking always." NJ reached around JK's slim hip to slide a finger between his cheeks. What he found was that JK had already prepped himself. "When did you..."
"In the shower, hyung. She may have been in on this. Maybe." JK dove forward, swallowing NJ's surprised laughter with his searching lips. It didn't take long until their tongues were tangling messily. JK adjusted himself to press NJ's swollen tip at his readied hole. NJ's hands shot to JK's hips as he pulled back from their kiss.
"WAIT! Fuck, wait...wanna watch your face when I finally get to be inside you. I don't wanna forget this, baby." That dimpled smile was going to be JK's undoing. Lacing their fingers together, JK stayed still as NJ pressed into him until he finally popped past his tight ring.
"Ohhh hyung-ah" JK dropped slowly, NJ's cock stretching him in ways he'd never experienced. "So good....ah...ah yes..." he bounced as NJ shifted below him, fighting the urge to thrust up into JK's heat. When he finally bottomed out they both waited, perfectly still. Eyes closed - a look of total serenity on his face. NJ held himself back waiting for JK to move, afraid he might just come from the tight confines of his hole alone.
God, you're so beautiful JK-ah..." JK's eyes opened slowly as he began to move, hips undulating to some kind of rhythm. NJ was too deep in his pleasure to follow the beat. He wrapped his arms around JK's tiny waist, one hand on his ass, the other slipping up his back to coax him forward into NJ's soft kiss. They stayed like this, bodies moving as one. Soft moans escaping as they came up for air.
He kissed down JK's neck, teeth finding their purchase against the nub of his nipple as JK whined.
"Fuck, hyung, I need more...I can't..."
NJ didn't need another word. Rolling them over onto JK's back, he positioned himself between JK's toned thighs, slipping the younger's knees over his own broad shoulders. He checked in to ensure JK was comfortable before he finally let himself go. Each thrust punches a grunt out of JK, it's filthy and so damn good. Inked fingers curl around the bud of NJ's own nipple, pinching before palming his heavy pec then grabbing onto his hyung's hard biceps for leverage.
"Right there...oh god, right there yeah..." JK's nose scrunched up like it does when he's eating something so good he can't believe it. NJ was hitting that same nerve, fucking him so good he couldn't believe it. "Oh fuck, hyung, gonna..." Before he could get the words out his vision went white with his second release. His body spasmed over and over as NJ fought to hang on but it was useless. He couldn't hold back any longer. He collapsed onto JK, hips hitching forward involuntarily as he came harder than he had in years.
They lay that way, wrapped in each other’s arms, kissing lazily, until there was a soft cough from across the room. Both turned blissed out expressions turning to shock. “It’s about damn time. I thought you two would never get your shit together.” She grinned as she grabbed her purse and slipped on her shoes. JK giggled at NJs confused look. “Maybe she and I talk a little after sex sometimes!” JK defended as NJ laughed into his neck.
“I take it I’m not going to be seeing you for a while, hmm?” She pouted playfully. NJ looked down at JK’s hopeful expression.
“I mean, three is fun sometimes, no?” NJ smirked at her as she nodded. "I'll look forward to it. Night Oppas, have fun!" They stared at each other, shy smiles between them as her heels clicked out the door.
“Well hyung, do you believe me now?” JK put on his best pout as NJ laughed.
“Yeah, Koo. You’re definitely not a baby anymore.”