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It had started about two weeks ago. Well, in retrospect, Seokjin might have said it started years ago. But it had only been about fifteen days ago that he'd first told Jungkook-
"Hey, what are you doing, don't put that in your mouth!" He gave Jungkook's hand a gentle slap. "You don't know where it's been. I've got some gum if you're hungry, no need to eat the pens." He'd given the younger a teasing jab to the ribs and a wink as Jungkook blushed bright red and shoved the pen into his pocket quickly, fumbling to accept the gum Seokjin was offering.
He hadn't thought much of it then, until the very next day when he'd witnessed Jungkook try to put an entire microphone into his mouth and had rushed over before his stupid, stupid boy knocked out his teeth or hurt himself.
"Why are you sucking on the mic?" Jin shook his head with just a hint of disapproval, and once again Jungkook had gotten all flustered and pink.
"So-sorry hyung." He'd mumbled, adding a shy smile before scampering off to tease Hoseok, leaving Jin confused and even a little concerned. Still, it wasn't particularly hard to shrug it off.
That evening, as he scrolled through Twitter idly whilst lying in bed, he couldn't help but focus in on a tweet. It was in English, but it was something about Jungkook being cute and the video was a loop of him shoving a fan into his mouth (as a joke! Seokjin had been there and it was very much a joke!). He couldn't help but tap to expand the rest of the thread, scrolling down it with a hint of surprise. Not only was it common, but it was something fans had picked up on.
Trying not to read into it too much, he giggled at Jungkook's foolishness and scrolled on.
It was about a week later that things changed. Seokjin had, over the course of the week, saved another microphone, a paperclip chain and Hoseok’s shoulder from the depths of Jungkook's mouth, and it was becoming harder and harder not to think any of it. Now that he'd tuned into Jungkook's apparent proclivity to putting things into his mouth, there really was no way to escape it.
"Jungkook-ah, it's time to get up, we- oh fuck." Seokjin's mouth went dry as he realised Jungkook was still fast asleep, comfortably curled up, hair tousled and chest rising and falling steadily, with two fingers in his mouth. "Shit shit shit shit." He groaned because the image definitely was having an effect on him and he was definitely having thoughts he shouldn't be having and it wasn't his fault Jungkook made it look so lewd! It wasn't his fault that Jungkook slept with two fingers knuckle deep down his fucking throat but now he was getting fucking hard and it was all just too much. "Jungkook." He tore back the covers. "Up."
He turned away before the younger could realise the effect he'd had on Seokjin and that he'd been caught in such an embarrassing position, and shot out of the room before he had to face talking to Jungkook. Plus, he had to do something about the growing erection in his trousers.
He couldn't deny that the image of Jungkook with his fingers in his mouth kept him up that night. He tried his hardest not to think about it as he stroked himself lazily to orgasm in the shower, but it was hard. He wondered if if he walked into Jungkook's bedroom now, the younger would be in the same position. He thrust into his hand with a little more vigour and enthusiasm as he let his mind wander further, wondering how it would feel if Jungkook decided to put those pretty little lips to good use and suck him off like probably only Jungkook could.
Jungkook spent the day staring at Seokjin's fingers. He knew the elder had picked up on it. He was careless. He'd left his phone unlocked for long enough for Jungkook to see the top photo in his downloads (totally not Jungkook with his plush gorgeous lips wrapped around a straw from some photoshoot a few months ago), and Jungkook knew the eldest had seen him that morning he'd come in.
And now he wanted Seokjin to act. He wasn't sure exactly how to get the response he wanted. Seokjin was onto him, but he didn't know if Jin was planning to take any action.
"Is everything okay?" Seokjin had drawn him aside to talk privately in the early afternoon. Jungkook wanted to dance, stomach doing wild flips as he stared at Seokjin innocently. Maybe his plan was working. "You've been staring at me and..." He trailed off, leaving the obvious unspoken. Jungkool tried not to blush. "All day."
"You've got... Pretty fingers, hyung." Jungkook reached for his right hand, taking it gently between his hands, bringing it up to about his chest before all the confidence seemed to be knocked out of him and he deflated, looking smaller and softer and embarrassed." Sorry, sorry, hyung, I-"
"Mm." Seokjin didn't move his hand, rather wrapped his fingers around the collar of Jungkook's shirt, drawing him closer. "You like my fingers, huh, Jungkook-ah? Any particular reason, gorgeous?"
"O-oh." A tiny gasp came from Jungkook, pretty pouty lips in a little circle of disbelief. His lips twitched in surprise, almost expectantly, peering up at Seokjin from under his lashes.
"Aren't you cute?" Seokjin chuckled. "Why do you like my fingers so much, Jungkook-ah?" He tickled him teasingly, making the younger flinch. "And be honest with hyung, because I think we both know what's going on here."
Seokjin wasn’t sure he’d ever seen Jungkook blush as profusely as he was now. It was simply adorable. "Jin-hyung, I…"
"Baby?" Jin coaxed, and there was something so reassuring and dominant and comforting about Seokjin's soft tune that it just slipped out.
"Haveanoralfixationhyung." Jungkook mumbled
"Mm?"
"I… It's embarrassing and gross and weird and m'sorry just ignore me its just me being stupid-"
"Little Jungkookie's got an oral fixation." Seokjin teased. "It's okay, I don't mind, it's cute!" He smirked. "I'd maybe just rather those lips be wrapped around something a little more… Special… than a microphone or a pen." He clocked his head. "You know what I mean, baby?"
Jungkook almost choked on his own spit as Jin's fingers settled on his chin, his thumb running ever so slowly over Jungkook's bottom lip. He couldn't help but let his jaw drop open, accepting Seokjin's index with a second thought or single qualm, lips wrapping slowly around it. Seokjin just about held back a groan and tried to think everything possible unsexy about Jungkook because he was now seriously risking an erection. Think of the kid doing- oh no, god, don’t think about him as a kid, think about him as a grown-up twenty three year old who was currently sucking on his finger like there was no tomorrow. His pants felt awfully tight around his crotch.
"Come to my room at eleven tonight and I'll help you take care of your little problem." Jin chuckled as he ruffled Jungkook's hair affectionately, drawing his finger out of Jungkook's mouth and wiping it on Jungkook's own jumper (neither of them missed the subconscious whimper Jungkook let out, but Seokjin just smirked and said nothing), and walked out of the room before the stunned maknae could even speak.
He had a hard on to go deal with before going back, and Jungkook wasn't quite ready for a face fucking today. Maybe next time. Maybe after tonight.
***
Jungkook arrived in sweatpants and a t-shirt and looking positively terrified and ridden with nerves. Seokjin had already decided that soft and gentle was the way to go, because first times were hard and neither of them knew quite where the other stood and he wanted his Jungkookie to be comfortable, above all.
"Baby, c'mere." He gestured him close immediately and Jungkook scurried into his arms, accepting the elder's warm hug. "Good boy." Jin whispered after a few moments of quiet. "You want to get on your knees for me, baby?"
"Hyungie, I don't want to… I mean, I want to, but if you don't want to then please I don't want to make you-"
"Baby boy." Seokjin murmured and god Jungkook had never felt smaller and dizzier before. If he was hazy before, the pet name sent him to a whole new state of mind. His legs shook as he stood up. "That's my boy. Let hyung help you." Seokjin mumbled. "Okay, little one?"
Jungkook gave a tiny nod, assenting nervously, and he let himself be guided to his knees, the weight of Seokjin's hands on his shoulders soothing him immeasurably. The position was strangely calming and relaxing, even if his back ached a little from heavy practise all day, and he felt nothing but small and light as he looked up at Seokjin.
The elder met his eyes with a comforting smile, one full of love and admiration and tenderness, settling a hand on Jungkook's head gently, stroking his hair for a few seconds.
"You're a good boy, Jungkook-ah, you know that?" Seokjin mumbled. "You're so good." He stroked his hair gently and affectionately. "My good little bun." He traced his fingers down Jungkook's cheek slowly, his ever so soft touch setting Jungkook's skin on fire in its wake. His fingers reached Jungkook's chin, thumb running slowly, tantalisingly slowly, over his bottom lip.
Jungkook couldn't hold it any longer, head ducking forwards and nipping at Seokjin's thumb to bring it between his lips, but Seokjin pulled it out instantly, shaking his head and tutting in disapproval.
"Uh, bun, be patient." He reprimanded softly, and Jungkook swallowed hard, Adam's apple bobbing in his throat. "Don't you want to be hyung's good boy?"
"Y-yes but-" Jungkook's voice came out way too squeaky and way too high pitched and way too unconvincing, enough for Seokjin to chuckle softly and shake his head again.
"No buts, baby. Listen." Seokjin tapped his ear gently, and Jungkook couldn't help but let a soft whimper escape. "Good boy. Quiet down for me." He placed his hand back on his cheek, the other moving to the back of his neck, stroking the soft hairs of his nape gently. "Relax for me, Jungkook-ah?"
Jungkook nodded eagerly, trying to communicate wordlessly that he was trying, that he wanted so badly to be good. This was about more than how badly he wanted Seokjin's fingers (or something else) in his mouth. He wanted to be good, too, to please and satisfy Seokjin in more ways than the crude images that had initially come to mind.
He let Seokjin tilt his head back gently, let him massage his temples, let him stroke his hair as he waited patiently and silently. He felt himself becoming more and more comfortable, more and more relaxed, happier to just be at Seokjin's feet calm and contented.
"That's it, Kookie. It's not hard, is it?" Seokjin smiled down at him, and Jungkook nodded wordlessly. He felt half melted, like his brain was seeping out of his own skull and he could hardly move anymore, limbs weighing him down like lead. He ran a finger over Jungkook's lips again, pleased when he didn't move, sitting pretty as Seokjin's thumb traced every millimetre of Jungkook's pretty lips, ghosting over the ever so faint stubble (probably because he hadn't shaved that morning), not expecting the younger to shiver as he trailed a finger over his cupid's bow. "Pretty baby." He hummed softly. "Open for me."
Jungkook's lips parted slightly, enough to accept the tip of Seokjin's finger between them, waiting for the elder's permission before doing anything else.
"You just can't keep things out of your mouth, huh?" Seokjin teased him softly. "Poor baby. Maybe I should get you a little pacifier." He winked at Jungkook, who spluttered, tightening his lips around Seokjin's finger as he went bright red, dropping his gaze instantly.
“No!” He mumbled around Seokjin’s finger, who brought his other hand up to coax Jungkook’s mouth shut again, stroking his bottom lip until the younger settled again.
“Sh. Don’t speak without permission, pretty.” Seokjin told him, and Jungkook’s eyes widened in surprise, eyebrows cocking at Seokjin. “Focus for me.” He tapped Jungkook’s chin gently, and the younger’s eyes met his own again. “There you go. Good boy.” He praised as he stroked his hair gently.
He nudged his finger into Jungkook’s mouth, trying not to focus on how wet and warm it was and how Jungkook was salivating wildly around his fingers and how good his soft lips would feel around his-
“You should be glad hyungie noticed your little issue, hm, Jungkook-ah?” Seokjin mumbled as he pushed his index in all the way, running the pad of his finger over the back of Jungkook’s tongue, a little surprised when the younger didn’t even move, let alone gag. “Baby doesn’t have a gag reflex?” He asked.
Jungkook’s lips parted slightly, and he looked up at Seokjin as if asking for permission.
“It’s okay, I’m sure we’ll find out.” Seokjin smiled down at him kindly, and Jungkook went instantly red, tongue darting up, swirling around Seokjin’s slim finger, and the elder had to grind his teeth together to hold back a moan.
He thumbed at Jungkook’s bottom lip, before pressing on it gently with a second finger, nail digging in ever so slightly, enough to make Jungkook’s lips quiver and his eyes dart down to Seokjin’s hand, a little shiver running down his back.
“You cutie.” Seokjin cooed. “You wanna take more, huh?”
Jungkook bobbed his head slightly. There was something about Seokjin, his blank mind could just about piece that much together as the elder grinned smugly and slipped a second finger into his mouth.
“How much do you think you could take?” Seokjin smirked slightly. This rapid switches between his loving, caring attitude and the slightly cooler, smug attitude had Jungkook’s stomachs doing flips, and he felt even shakier as his eyes met Seokjin’s again. “Hm, it’s okay, bun, no need to answer. We have all night to find out, after all.”
His fingers prodded at the roof of Jungkook’s mouth, pads of his fingers sliding over his tongue, deeper, deeper, and Jungkook tried his best to relax and not tense up. Even as nervous as he was, it seemed easy around Seokjin to sink into himself, to let himself go and indulge in that lovely fuzzy feeling.
“Pretty thing.” Seokjin groaned. “Your mouth feels so good.” He swiped his thumb over Jungkook’s chin, collecting the drool that had gathered there. “A little desperate, are we?”
Jungkook’s eyes fluttered shut, and he let out a low whine, of need and desperation, and Seokjin couldn’t resist the urge, reaching down and pinching at his nipple gently through his shirt, watching Jungkook’s eyes flick open again, widening at they met his, a small moan escaping his lips.
Jungkook’s mind raced as he realised he felt like he was being backed into a corner, he was losing completely, and could he really just let himself surrender like this, just give in to Seokjin without even a fight for dominance, without some competitivity- He rocked his head forwards, taking Seokjin’s fingers deeper, lips tightening around them as he
Seokjin’s hand moved like lightning from his chest to his hair, gripping it tightly enough to drag his head back, fingers popping out of his mouth. “Huh?”
“S-sorry, hyung.” Jungkook whispered.
“You’re not here to be a competitive little shit, Jungkook, you’re here to listen to hyung and do as he tells you and absolutely nothing else.” Seokjin growled. “Is that understood, or do you want to get up and leave?”
“No no no I’m sorry I’m sorry.” Jungkook whispered. “I’ll listen.”
“Huh.” Seokjin glanced down at him dismissively before pushing himself to his feet, wiping his fingers on Jungkook’s t-shirt carelessly before rummaging around inside a drawer for a few seconds. “You know what happens to baby boys that don’t listen, Jungkook-ah?”
Jungkook pursed his lips, which were quivering with the loss of Seokjin’s fingers, just about resisting the urge to shove his own fingers in his mouth to sate his desire, but remained silent.
“Little bunnies that don’t listen don’t get what they want, Jungkook-ah.” Seokjin told him as he tugged something out of his drawer. “Shirt off, honey.”
Jungkook stared at him for a few seconds, feeling too fuzzy and warm to really listen, and the words sunk in with a few seconds delay. He fumbled to pull it off instantly, relishing the fact that the way Seokjin was eyeing him was so hungry and feral.
“Pretty little muscles.” Seokjin chuckled as he trailed his hand over Jungkook’s soft skin, feeling the ripples of his muscles beneath it. “Are you just scared everyone’s gonna find out what a little cock-sucking baby you are?” He smiled affectionately down at Jungkook, a look that didn't match his words at all, and Jungkook whined softly, feeling unsettled.
He was so distracted by Seokjin’s eyes he didn’t even notice the hand trailing lower and lower, pinching at his nipple gently, smiling at how the sensitive bud hardened at his touch.
“It’s a shame you’re so desperate to have your mouth filled when you make such pretty noises.” Seokjin told him, kindness and softness back again, stroking Jungkook’s hair affectionately whilst his other hand continued to fiddle with his nipple.
Metal grazed Jungkook’s chest, and his eyes darted down instantly but Seokjin guided his head back up quickly, holding it in place sternly, pinning the clamp on Jungkook’s nipple, watching as his mouth fell open and his eyes widening, chest seizing up briefly before he untensed again, shoulders drooping as he relaxed, succumbing to the light, pleasant pain.
“You like that, sweetie?” Seokjin mumbled. “You like it when hyung is a bit mean with you, huh?” He smiled sweetly. “You’d like hyung to fuck your mouth until you can’t even speak, huh?” He reached down to attach the other nipple clamp, giving the chain between them a light tug. “You like hyung laying his claim all over your pretty little body?”
Jungkook’s eyes practically rolled back in his head as Seokjin leant down, two fingers propping his chin up enough for him to press his lips to Jungkook’s, plush lips resting on the younger’s thinner ones for a few seconds, unmoving, still, kissing him properly just once before pulling away, ignoring the younger’s needy whines for more.
“Here, baby.” He held three fingers up this time, and Jungkook accepted them easily, letting Seokjin have his way with him, knee pressing into one of the clamps of his chest as he thrust his fingers deeper, nudging the back of Jungkook’s throat slightly. He didn’t gag, but his eyes squeezed shut in concentration, trying his hardest to hold himself together.
The clamps hurt, stung, felt too heavy as they hung from his chest but there was something about them that he loved. Seokjin hadn’t gone too far, hadn’t asked him to strip down completely, had given him some space and time whilst still asserting himself, still giving him a little reprimand for his bad behaviour. The weight hanging on his chest was like a reminder, and he didn’t mind it, not in the least. Trust Seokjin to know his nipples were so sensitive that he could come undone in bed at night just by stroking them himself.
Seokjin’s fingers were moving in his mouth now, thrusting, small, short movements, but enough to begin to satisfy Jungkook’s craving. He crooked his fingers to hit the top of Jungkook’s throat and pushed them in further, Jungkook’s head tilting back to take them as deep as possible.
“Good, good.” Seokjin crooned, speeding up the pace a little, wondering if Jungkook would fare this well with an actual-
Jungkook was moaning now, letting out garbled words around Seokjin’s fingers that vaguely sounded like please and hyung. Seokjin groaned softly, shifting his foot to rest it over Jungkook’s clothed crotch, and the younger shrieked, flinching.
"Fuck.” He moaned as he realised how hard Jungkook was, confined in his boxers and sweatpants. “Baby bun's all turned on by hyung using his mouth, huh?" Jin drawled. "Isn't that cute." He smirked as he clicked his tongue. "Turned on by the idea of being used in general, huh?" His smirk widened. "Would you like hyung to use you as his little footstool? As his little cockwarmer?" He chuckled softly. "As his little fuck toy?"
Jungkook moaned way too loudly, lips instantly clamping shut as he flushed red.
"Adorable little thing." Seokjin chuckled before withdrawing his fingers. “Hyung thinks you’re ready to try something a little bigger, don’t you think so, peach?”
Jungkook nodded wordlessly, eyes a little teary as he looked up at Seokjin, mouth already feeling a little sensitive and raw. The sheen of saliva on Seokjin’s fingers as he drew them slowly out was so affecting, Jungkook felt almost dizzy with the sight, watching Seokjin completely ignore them in favour of tugging down his grey sweatpants, revealing tight black boxers with a bulging erection.
“Good boy.” Seokjin groaned, but it was a little breathier now. “You wanna take hyung’s clothes off for him, little one?”
Jungkook nodded ever so slightly, reaching up slowly and with shaky hands, ignoring the painful shifting of the clamps on his nipples, and drew Seokjin’s boxers down slowly, savouring the image before him.
Seokjin was hard, and his cock was a thing of beauty. Pre-cum was smeared over the head and it glistened in the soft light of the room, making the soft tip look even softer and prettier. Jungkook sucked in breath harshly between his teeth. He just wanted to lean forward and drool all over it, suck it dry to show Seokjin how fucking hot he was and how fucking gorgeous his cock was, but he remained still, hands lowering back down to his sides as Seokjin stepped out of his clothes carefully, tossing them away. He’d learnt his lesson.
“Such a good boy, waiting for hyung.” Seokjin groaned at the sight of Jungkook so pliant underneath him. “You’re such a good boy, bun, so good. Fuck.” He wrapped a hand around his length slowly, teasing Jungkook. “Spit here for me, baby.” He held out his hand with the three glistening fingers and Jungkook felt his own cock kick as he spat into Seokjin’s hand, watching the elder wrap his hand around his cock, stroking it slowly.
He wrapped his free hand around the back of Jungkook’s head, drawing it closer, enough to run the head of his cock over Jungkook’s lips, listening to the younger letting out a choked-back sob of desperation.
“Are you gonna get off just from having your throat fucked, sweetie?” Seokjin crooned, cruelness back once more. It threw Jungkook off, and his lips parted slightly. The elder, however, was too gone to really care, smearing precum over Jungkook’s lips. He looked filthy like this, mouth and chin covered in precum and drool, chest flushed and hair messy, eyes wide and needy, vulnerable as he looked up at Seokjin. “Open up like a good boy and keep your teeth out of the way.”
Seokjin told him, cupping his head a little more firmly as he slid his cock in slowly, getting in about four inches before Jungkook strained against his hand, sucking delightedly on what was in his mouth.
“Thought you wanted me to fuck your throat.” Seokjin growled. “I have plenty of fucking toys I could’ve shoved down your throat, bitch. If you’re getting a treat, you appreciate it properly.” His fingers dug into the back of Jungkook’s neck, and the younger’s mouth dropped open with the shock of the elder having called him bitch.
He didn’t resist in the slightest as Seokjin slid his cock all the way in, hitting the back of his throat, relaxed enough by now not too make him gag too hard. Seokjin held him there, cock fully settled in Jungkook’s mouth, nose pressed into the light pubic hair of his crotch, and Jungkook felt tears pool in his mouth.
Jungkook’s throat seized up, and Seokjin tossed his head back, letting out such a lewd sound Jungkook was surprised he didn’t cum on the spot. The elder pulled out slowly, letting Jungkook savour his cock, teasing his tongue all over it eagerly, letting the head rub over his textured palate, both of them moaning in unison as Seokjin’s head kissed Jungkook’s lips once more.
“You take me so well, Jungkook-ah.” Seokjin groaned. “Like a perfect little fleshlight.” He chuckled as Jungkook licked at the head of his cock, digging his tongue into the slit, licking out all the pre-cum eagerly. “Ease off now, you’re being a greedy little thing. Let hyung fuck your throat like he promised he would.”
“Uhhh.” Jungkook let out a whimpered sound, jaw going slack again, allowing for Seokjin to slide in easily, moving his other hand to the back of Jungkook’s head too, holding it firmly between his hands so there was no chance of escape for the younger, held totally still by the elder’s strong arms as he thrust in, slowly at first.
He wanted to wreck him, he realised as he began to lose himself in his own pleasure, lapping up Jungkook’s half-muffled little cries and whimpers, how teary his eyes were, how his hair fell cutely over his forehead, matted and messy, how his eyes were lidded and almost closed. He looked perfect like this, on his knees for Seokjin, taking cock like he’d been fucking born for it.
Seokjin voice every single one of these thoughts to the younger through gritted teeth, and Jungkook just whined at the mixture of praise and lewd comments Seokjin was lathering on him, feeling his mind going blank again as he screwed his eyes shut.
“Next time-” Seokjin panted. “Next time- wear some fucking makeup.” He groaned, hands gripping Jungkook’s hair tightly to force him closer, moving Jungkook’s head as though he were a doll rather than thrusting in. “I wanna see - wanna- fuck, wanna see you fucking cry.” He dragged Jungkook off his cock, leaving the younger gasping for air, tears streaming down his cheeks as he opened and closed his mouth pathetically as if begging for it to be filled again. “Insatiable- baby.” Seokjin grunted, thrusting into him again.
It felt like seconds later to Jungkook that Seokjin was cumming hard down his throat with a loud moan of the maknae’s name, Jungkook irresistibly hard in his sweatpants as the elder slowly pulled out, cradling his face with care and affection, a stark contrast to the absolute brutality he’d shown seconds earlier. Jungkook’s scalp ached and his nipples were numb and his throat already felt raspy and sore, but he’d never been happier, never felt more satisfied and relieved.
It took one soft tug on the clamps to get him to his feet, and Seokjin didn’t hesitate to kiss him, relishing Jungkook’s loud whine as he pushed him down onto the bed, kissing him aggressively, teeth knocking as he pinned him down effortlessly, t-shirt catching on the nipple clamps and making Jungkook whimper.
“Poor baby.” Seokjin groaned, reaching up to tug them off. The action send a shockwave of pain through Jungkook’s body, nipples throbbing as Seokjin leant down to press a kiss to them gently, tonguing over the sensitive skin.
“H-hyung!” Jungkook cried out in a totally rent voice. “Ah, ah, hyung, please, m’so close.” He groaned, and Seokjin groaned too, grabbing at Jungkook’s bulge in his sweatpants, not expecting the younger’s cock to twitch in his hand and for Jungkook to go limp as the orgasm tore through him.
“Fuck, you were so close.” Seokjin could only watch in amazement, palming Jungkook lightly as he moaned non-stop, crying out for Seokjin. He let himself fall onto the bed beside Jungkook after that, feeling a little dizzy and overwhelmed, checking that the younger was okay. He was, mouthing at Seokjin’s shoulder with half-closed eyes, and a cute, fucked-out expression.
Once he’d recovered his breath, Seokjin dragged himself up, managed to get the remainder of Jungkook’s clothes off him, and sat back against the pillows comfortably. Jungkook wasn’t done yet, still had an urge that Seokjin could very easily sate.
“Come.” A flick of his hand had Jungkook sitting up slowly, gazing at him through adorable, teary eyes. “I have a series I wanna catch up on, and I’ll need someone to keep my cock warm so I can fuck you later, huh?” Seokjin winked as he fumbled for the TV remote, and Jungkook settled between his legs with ease, lips stretching happily around his cock, and they fell into position as though they’d been doing it for years.
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This was good. It was perfect, Jungkook reflected as Seokjin stroked his hair gently. The elder was kind to him, and he fucked up into his throat at the climax of the episode, cumming again.
Jungkook looked wrecked by the time he pulled off and rolled onto his back, eyes red, lips puffy and jaw exhausted, but he was still semi-hard, whining at Seokjin to pay him attention and help him and fuck him as he’d promised.
“It’s okay, baby. You’re tired. Today was a lot.” Seokjin mumbled. “Let hyungie take care of you and… we’ll try it another day.”
“P-please.” Jungkook whimpered, even though deep down he knew he was utterly exhausted, and only wanted to crawl into Seokjin’s arms. “Please, hurts, wanna-”
“Baby’s still so desperate.” Seokjin smiled. “Fine. Let’s make a deal, Jungkook-ah.” He smirked. “No cumming until I get to fuck you. How does that sound? No orgasms until I fuck one out of you.”
“H-hyung m’hard.” Jungkook mumbled. “You can-”
“I can ice you down for the night.” Seokjin smiled affectionately. “And I promise you it’ll be worth it.”
Jungkook swallowed. He knew, could see it in the elder’s eyes, that if he shook his head or said no he could go get himself off as he pleased, hell, Seokjin would probably offer to do it for him. But he didn’t want to. He wanted to obey the elder, do as he wanted, and have the chance to suck his gorgeous cock and get his mouth fucked like that again.
“O-okay.” His voice was just a thread as he spoke, but he added a small nod to convince the elder he was sure. “Okay. But- but don’t make me wait. A long time.”
Seokjin smiled, pulling him closer to kiss him, and it was soft and delicate, not messy and desperate like before, and Jungkook felt satisfied, despite the raging boner he still had. “It’s so cute how you still think you call the shots.” He giggled as he leapt up off the bed. “Be right back, baby boy, I’ll get some ice. Don’t miss me too much!”
Jungkook let himself ‘be taken care of’, which meant letting Seokjin hold him as he iced him down (it was most definitely far from a pleasant experience, but Seokjin let him suck on his fingers as he did it, which definitely helped. A lot). Then Jungkook let himself be bundled into Seokjin’s warm embrace and sucked on his neck as the elder shifted them both to the center of the bed. His hands were wrapped around one of Seokjin’s before the elder could even get them into a comfortable position, bringing it up to his mouth.
“Baby…” Seokjin smiled affectionately down at him as he wrapped his free arm around Jungkook’s waist, chuckling as the younger shuffled closer, throwing a leg over Seokjin’s hips, cuddling up to him like a cute little koala. “Bunny really does have an oral fixation, huh?”
Jungkook couldn’t hold back a snort as he kept a firm grip on Seokjin’s hand. “You only just figured that out?”