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The ride to Seokjin’s place is quiet but comfortable, Seokjin lacing their fingers together as he drives and Jungkook enjoys the warmth.
The building they come to is huge. So tall it’s almost impossible to see the top of it when you’re looking up from ground level. Jungkook expected it to be an overly luxurious place but the inside of it still has his mind blown. Everything is huge and shiny and just, expensive looking. He’s afraid to even touch anything because if it breaks, he definitely can’t afford to replace it.
So he only looks, hands kept to himself.
It’s a lot to take in and they’re only in the lobby. His eyes can’t seem to settle on just one thing and Seokjin finds it amusing, chuckling at his expression.
They have to ride the elevator for what feels like a good 5 minutes before it opens up to let them out. Seokjin goes towards the right and to the only door on that side of the hall.
The inside of his penthouse is even more extravagant than what Jungkook’s seen so far. Huge glass windows that look over the city lights in a dazzling display. Large open floor plan with oddly shaped furniture that doesn’t even look comfortable.
It’s way too big for just one person to live in but Jungkook guesses that’s just how rich people are. He can’t relate.
He turns wide eyes to Seokjin, “This is ridiculous”
Seokjin just chuckles, “Wait til you see the bed”, he says suggestively as they walk further inside.
Jungkook grins sheepishly, reaching out to grab onto Seokjin’s fingers, toying with them as he says, “And if I don’t want to wait until we get to your bed?”
They’ve walked to where the furniture is situated in the middle of the room. Seokji looks momentarily confused at Jungkook’s words and Jungkook takes the opportunity to push Seokjin so the back of his knees hit the couch and is forced to sit down on it.
Jungkook doesn’t give him the chance to protest and climbs on his lap, fingers carding into the long strands of hair that lay against his nape.
Smirking Seokjin looks up at Jungkook, “Can’t wait, huh?”, his palms laying flat against the tops of Jungkook’s thighs, sliding slowly upwards.
Leaning in, Jungkook says, “This place is huge”, their lips touch softly, “would prolly take 10 minutes”, another kiss, “just to get there”
Seokjin grins into the last kiss but then suddenly leans back into the couch, hands sliding around to Jungkook’s ass, pushing him further up his lap. Jungkook almost squeaks in surprise but the small show of strength ignites his veins to run hotter.
He kisses Seokjin firmer, latching onto that plump bottom lip that he already enjoys having in his mouth way too much. Breathing hotly into each other’s mouth between each push and pull of their lips, Seokjin mumbles out, “The good stuff is in the bedroom though”
It takes Jungkook a second to realize what he’s referring to but then he smirks, moving from his mouth to kiss down his jaw and onto his neck, “We can check it out later”, he says against Seokjin’s neck then punctuates it with sucking on his skin. Seokjin’s hands tighten, he exhales sharply and shifts his hips. Jungkook begins unbuttoning Seokjin’s dress shirt, lips trailing along to touch every part of newly exposed skin as he does.
Once he gets too far down to bend comfortably, he slides off Seokjin’s lap and on the floor. He gazes up at him as he palms Seokjin’s knees and then spreads them open so he can snug in between them.
Seokjin watches him with hooded eyes, mouth partly opened to let in bigger breaths.. the only signs that shows he’s effected by Jungkook’s ministrations.
Jungkook leans in where he left off and continues to undress Seokjin with his fingers and lips. His mouth hits at his belt and Jungkook begins to undo it as well. They can have fun without lube for a bit.
Before attempting to pull his pants down, Jungkook mouths down further across Seokjin’s bulge through his slacks. He’s so hard against Jungkook’s mouth.. and large. A rush of blood rushes down south as the heat of Seokjin’s cock seeps through the fabric and onto his lips.
Sudden urgency to have it inside his mouth has him grasping the waistband and pulling them down. Seokjin lifts up so they can be pulled off and Jungkook tosses them off to the side, his eyes set on the curved flushed cock that’s now visible.
Seokjin grabs it by the base and moves his cock so it’s leaning towards Jungkook. “You wanna taste it?”, he asks, his voice dropping down lower, stirring Jungkook’s desire even more.
Sitting back on his heels, Jungkook looks up at SJ under his lashes, “Yes.. please”, he whispers.
Seokjin takes his other hand and lifts it palm up, hooking his fingers to move them in a ‘come here’ gesture. Jungkøok leans back up onto his knees, shuffling closer, eyes landing back downwards.
Seokjin cards his fingers through Jungkook’s hair then pushes gently against his head. Jungkook gives and is all too eager to lick against the shiny head, tasting the salty bitter precum, making Jungkook’s tongue swell with saliva. He lowers his mouth part ways down, letting his drool drip down the shaft. Seokjin gasps above him.
Now wet, Jungkook lowers down again, taking more of the length, right before it hits his throat, then sucks his way back up.
The hand in his hair tightens a bit and Seokjin groans. The groan is deep and low and Jungkook wants to hear more of it. He moves Seokjin’s hand away from where he was still holding the base and then sinks back down, allowing the tip to go against the back of his throat. His gag reflex wants to protest but Jungkook pulls off before it does. He has to get his mouth adapted to having something inside of it.
He bobs his head a couple more times, taking extra care to suck a little more at the tip. Seokjin is panting, but Jungkook wants those deep groans.
Back down, he pushes himself to take Seokjin all the way until his nose brushes against the short pubic hair there, fighting the urge to gag. His efforts give Jungkook exactly what he wants; Seokjin groaning but louder than before. It’s even better.
Jungkook constricts his throat like he’s trying to swallow and Seokjin jolts under him, the hand in his hair loosening and then tightening again like he doesn’t know what to do. “Fuck”, he swears, voice taunt.
Jungkook slowly pulls back up, satisfied with himself.
When he tries to go back down again, Seokjin tugs on his hair to prevent it. “I’m fixing to cum into that demon mouth of yours”
Jungkook smiles sweetly up at him, “I want you to”
Seokjin frowns a little, “You don’t want me to fuck you?”
Jungkook’s own erection is digging into his pants that have become too tight. He wanted to taste Seokjin but now that he thinks about it, he really wants that deliciously curved cock inside of him. He could always suck Seokjin off to completion another time.
“I do want that”
Seokjin grins, “Then let’s do that” and Jungkook nods, shifting to get up off the floor.
Grabbing his wrist, Seokjin pulls him to sit on the couch, “Stay here since you like the couch so much and I’ll be right back”
Jungkook does as he told and watches as Seokjin walks off, his button up shirt billowing out a little as he walks but it’s long enough to cover him. Which is kind of a bummer because Jungkook wanted to see how cute his butt without pants being in the way.
Relaxing into the couch, Jungkook adjusts his pants so his erection isn’t pressed so tightly against them. He only waits for a couple minutes when Seokjin returns. Jungkook can’t stop his eyes from widening, his breath escaping him, as he takes in the sight. Tall, broad, well toned Seokjin, walking completely bare except for the button up shirt that’s hanging loose around him. His erection still very hard, curved up against is stomach, touching his belly button.
It ought to be illegal to be so fine but Jungkook drinks it all in, his own dick throbbing from the sudden craving that this man has inspired within him.
He’s too busy staring to even notice what Seokjin even went to go get, although he can guess. He expects the elder to laugh at his dumbfounded expression but he doesn’t. He strides up to Jungkook and cups his face with one hand, tipping his head back so he can bend down to kiss him fiercely.
It’s too much but not enough.
Jungkook takes purchase on his waist, wanting him closer, and pulls him down to straddle his lap. That makes Seokjin crack a smile briefly but he quickly wipes it away and continues feeding at Jungkook’s mouth, pressing in close.
Feeling the heat of Seokjin’s ass on top of his cock, Jungkook gasps and rolls his hips, one hand reaching down to stroke Seokjin. He makes a noise into Jungkook’s mouth and Jungkook gladly eats it up. He’s so turned on, he starts to feel desperate for relief.
Jungkook feels more precum against his hand and then Seokjin is pulling back with a breathless chuckle, “You’re edging me”, he scolds lightly, “I won’t last long if you keep doing that”
But Jungkook feels a certain sense of pride from it. He’s always been a giver.
Sliding off his lap, Seokjin sits down next to him and reaches over, grabbing the hem of Jungkook’s sweater and pulling it up off him. Seokjin’s eyes dipping across his chest, lingering, his tongue coming out to wet his lips. It lasts long enough that Jungkook clears his throat to grab his attention.
Seokjin peeks back up to his eyes, “Sorry”, he grins and then continues on, fingers gracefully getting his pants off of him. His overly flushed cock finally free of suffocation. Jungkook watches the way Seokjin’s eyes trace the shape of his body. It almost makes him want to squirm. But then Seokjin looks back up to his face, eyes more intense than before.
He pats the back of the couch, “Turn around for me?”, he asks quietly.
Jungkook obeys, getting his knees in the couch cushion and resting his arms along the back of it. He looks over his shoulder, catching Seokjin biting a little on his lip while looking at Jungkook’s ass. The hot scrutiny makes his skin feel on fire, anticipating to be touched.. deeply craving to be touched.
Moving behind Jungkook, Seokjin’s hands land on his ass, gripping firmly while pulling upwards. His lips graze against his shoulder, “You’re so gorgeous”, he whispers, hot breath causing goosebumps to erupt. Jungkook shudders, a pleased flush spreading down his body.
Llips moving closer to his neck, Seokjin’s hands caress up to his waist.
The dry slide almost ticklish but the kind of tickle that goes directly to his throbbing cock, making him exhale shakily.
Seokjin’s hands don’t settle, continuing on over his hip bones and kisses below his ear. The combination has Jungkook thrumming with need but he’s containing his impatience.
One hand stops across his lower abdomen while the other trails lower, fingertips brushing from the bottom of Jungkook’s shaft, teasing up to the tip. “So soft”, Seokjin whispers. Gasping short bursts of air, Jungkook itches to move, to get better pressure instead of the light feather touch. But thankfully it’s fleeting as Seokjin circles his fingers around him firmly, squeezing enough to make Jungkook moan and toss his head back. The hold on his middle tightens as Seokjin slowly drags in a firm tug. The hot breath moves from his neck to his ear, “Sound so pretty already”, lips press against his ear before Seokjin backs away.
He lets go and a small whine comes from Jungkook, looking over his shoulder..he doesn’t want Seokjin to stop.
“Don’t worry, I’m just getting lube on my fingers to stretch you. That okay? Hm?”, Seokjin speaks while doing as he says he is then he’s leaning back up into Jumgkook’s back once more, dropping his voice down lower, “You want my fingers in you?”
Jungkook spreads his knees further without thinking about it while nodding, “Yeah”, his voice too high pitched but he’s past the point of caring.“Yeah?”, fingers dip down, tracing between his cheeks until they get to his rim. One finger pressing against it. Jungkook pushes back against it, wanting it to sink inside of him. “Yes”
Seokjin hooks his other arm back around him, that hand also having lube on it, and he firmly grasps Jungkook’s cock right as he pushes his finger inside him. The double assault leaves Jungkook scrambling to figure out if he wants to push back or rut forward.
His head falls back again and onto Seokjin’s shoulder, a breathy, “hyung”, drawn out, escapes his lips.
Seokjin leans his face in closer as he moves on both sides. “What is it, baby?”
Jungkook doesn’t know, it’s just.. “feels good”, he gasps.
The burn of it is dulled down by the pleasure from Seokjin pumping his cock. Fingers moving slowly, the crook in them hit Jungkook just right to make him want to cross his eyes. Hips moving on their own accord, Jungkook wants more. Needs more. “More, hyung. Please.”, he pleads.
“Needy thing”, Seokjin tsks but still pushes in a third finger. Jungkook whines in his throat, trying to relax as he focus on just the hand in front that’s smearing his precum around with the lube. Leaning forward, his head drops when Seokjin pulls his fingers in and out of him, stretching him slowly but thoroughly.
It doesn’t take long for Jungkook to squirm, his stomach coiling with heat but needing more pressure, more friction.
“Hyung..hyung..hyung”, he chants softly, getting lost in the sensations. He wants more but the hand stroking him feels all too good to complain.
“Yeah, baby?”, Seokjin asks, voice just as soft. “Ready for more?”
“Please..yes.. more”
Jungkook tries to clamp down on his sudden flash of frustration when Seokjin lets him go completely and removes his fingers. It’s hard though but Jungkook just breathes deeply, trying to keep patience.
A hand reaches across his face, fingertips pressing against his cheek and pushing it to the side. “So good for me”, he hears whispered before lips land onto his.
Eagerly, Jungkook responds feverently, pressing his body back against Seokjin to feel his skin on his. The hand on his face cups, fingers splayed out wide while Seokjin pushing forward to keep them both upright. “Ready for more?”, he asks into Jungkook’s mouth.
He whispers a “yes” and Seokjin is pulling away again.
Looking back, Jungkook watches as he unwraps the condom and rolls it on. Seokjin glances at him with a smirk before adding lube to it, hand teasingly slow. Jungkook can only watch with desire filled eyes, his patience on the verge of crumbling at any second.
Luckily, Seokjin spares him which is surprising since he’s always finding ways to tease Jungkook.. maybe Seokjin is just as eager as he is and hides it better?
The blunt head of Seokjin’s cock pushing against his rim makes Jungkook’s mind blank out and focus on the feel of him.
Hands resting on his hips, Seokjin pushes slowly, taking his time to make sure not to hurt. When he bottoms out, his pelvis flush against Jungkook’s ass, a tremor runs down the latter’s spine. His shallow breathing making his head more light as his eyes fall close.
He’s so full and it feels so amazing. The heat of Seokjin’s body against him warming him up completely.
Tentatively, Seokjin pulls out to the tip then pushes back in. He does a few more rounds that way, being careful but Jungkook is now okay with more so he pushes his hips back to meet each stroke in a faster fashion.
Seokjin takes the hint and tightens his grip to go harder. “Fuck, you feel good around me”, he groans.
The pleasure is high and it takes Jungkook’s brain on a trip, words stumbling out without filter, “You feel good in me.. so good.. so big.. fuck”, he gasps then whines, “hyuuung” as Seokjin moves faster.
Seokjin moves his arms to cage Jungkook on the couch. His button up is still on and the cuffs of his sleeves being in view, giving the illusion that he’s still dressed while Jungkook is naked makes him moan, a surge of desire spearing through him hotly. It’s so fucking hot.
Hands on the couch now, Seokjin pushes harder, grinding deeper causing white hot electricity in Jungkook’s veins.
“Look at yourself, baby.. you look so good taking my cock like this. All fucked out, just for me”, Seokjin says in a low voice next to his ear.
Jungkook looks in front of himself, towards the windows and sure enough, he can see his reflection. His face is lax, eyes half closed, lips parted obscenely. And then there’s Seokjin right behind him, looking like every wet dream. His chest barely visible from behind Jungkook’s body, his long sleeves still making it look as if he’s dressed as normal.
It’s so dirty, almost filthy and Jungkook loves it. It pushes him closer to the edge, hips moving faster to meet each thrust.
Seokjin dips his head to his neck, nipping at it, hot pants in between each, erupting goosebumps on Jungkook’s skin. Moans are becoming closer to whines the closer Jungkook gets to his climax.
Seokjin reaches down and jerks Jungkook’s cock. It’s too much and Jungkook cums hard.. all over Seokjin’s couch.
He can vaguely hear the praises coming from Seokjin as his ears roar with the intensity of his orgasm. Seokjin presses into him a handful of times more before he’s groaning into Jungkook’s neck with his own release.
They stay in the same position for a few moments, limbs heavy as they catch their breath.
Then Jungkook giggles a little, “I think your couch is ruined”
Seokjin huffs out a laugh, “I never liked this couch anyways”