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Seokjin knows Jungkook is a virgin when they start dating, so he’s never put much thought into what their sex life would look like together; always figuring that when the time is right whatever needs to happen will just… fall into place. His own sexual experiences have been few and far between anyway, and it’s not like there’s any rush.
By the time they first start talking about it, Jungkook’s shy admission that he’s ready — that he wants Seokjin to be the one — feels more like an extension of their love for one another than anything else. The two of them have already established themselves as a pair of neatly slotted puzzle pieces, picture perfect and well placed beside one another. So this next step doesn’t really have to be a big deal, right?
“How do you want to try it the first time?” Seokjin graciously inquires, settled in next to Jungkook on the large bed of the hotel room they’d booked especially for this very occasion.
“What does hyung like?” Jungkook questions, fixing Seokjin with an intimately vulnerable gaze and worrying at his bottom lip with his teeth.
“Aish, it’s not my first time, JK. Your first time should always be about you.”
Jungkook’s mouth turns downward, brow creasing with something lingering close to… disappointment?
“What’s wrong?” Seokjin asks, concerned.
“I don’t know, I just want to make you feel good, that’s all…” Jungkook reveals, glancing nervously down at his own hands. “I mean, I want to feel good too, but… when I think about us having sex, what really turns me on is the idea of getting you off, not me.”
“Jungkook.” Seokjin deadpans, giving Jungkook his very best ‘serious business’ face. “Are you implying that you’ve been fantasizing about me?”
“Hyuuung!” Jungkook groans out.
“I am utterly scandalized , JK.”
Jungkook whacks Seokjin on the arm, collapsing against his chest as Seokjin laughs and squirms away, rubbing at the assaulted spot on his bicep like he’s received a much more severe injury than he has.
“Really though, hyung. I’ve never done any of this before so I don’t know what I’ll like the best. So it just makes sense to do what you like the best, right?”
Seokjin doesn’t think there’s really a polite way to say that he’s kind of a pillow princess and hasn’t put much thought into what he likes either, but it’s the truth. It feels like a lot of pressure to put onto Jungkook, but it’s better than lying to him.
“I honestly kind of like to uh… lie there.”
Jungkook blinks.
“You mean we both lie there and do nothing at all, or you mean you lie there but I still get to do stuff to you?”
The phrasing Jungkook chooses catches Seokjin’s attention, but not enough for him to linger on it.
“In the past,” he begins, ignoring Jungkook’s humored snort that can definitely be taken to mean that he’s resisting the urge to make a joke about Seokjin being an old man, “I would usually enjoy myself the most when my partners… do the work.”
“What kind of work are we talking?” Jungkook asks, expression studious and excited all at once. “Like topping? Or do I also get to suck your dick and play with your nipples and kiss your neck and—”
“Yep! All of that!” Seokjin interrupts, face flushing red in the wake of Jungkook’s enthusiasm. Jungkook grins, visibly pleased with himself for managing to get Seokjin so flustered without even lifting a finger.
“Ah, hyung… you’ve been fantasizing too. Haven’t you?”
Seokjin shoves Jungkook away from him with what Jungkook refers to as one of his ‘senior citizen grumbles’, and Jungkook giggles against the pillows sweetly.
“You’ll really let me, though?” Jungkook double checks, as if being able to have his way with Seokjin is some kind of privilege that he’s being afforded.
“I really don’t want to pressure you into having to take the lead the first time you’ve ever done this, though…” Seokjin admits, laying all of his concerns out plainly for Jungkook to consider.
“Why? Are you gonna like… be an asshole to me if I’m not good at something?” Jungkook inquires.
“No??” Seokjin answers, thinking that should be obvious.
“Then there’s no pressure, right? If either of us don’t like what we’re doing we can just do something else!”
Jungkook’s smile is as gorgeous as it is contagious, and Seokjin spends a full six seconds silently internalizing how badly he wants to kiss him before he finally cracks into motion and does it, fingers tucking Jungkook’s fringe behind his ear gently and lips meeting as soft as a whisper.
Kissing is something they’re familiar with already, but they’ve never really made time for it the way they’d given themselves time today. It feels more important, somehow – more urgent, even, that they take more time just enjoying each other this way before trying anything too groundbreaking.
So Seokjin cups Jungkook’s cheeks gently in his hands as he leans back on the bed, lets Jungkook chase his lips until his body’s atop Seokjin’s – still kissing slowly, steady as a heartbeat, Jungkook’s tongue slipping between Seokjin’s lips with an easy sigh.
“Hyung,” Jungkook breathes; huffing out warm air against Seokjin’s face. “M’already getting hard…”
“That’s fine, that’s really good,” Seokjin reassures, reaching around Jungkook to take hold of his ass and grip it in his hands — squeezing at the firm muscle and trying to force Jungkook’s groin down against his own. “Closer? Please? Wanna feel you.”
Jungkook curves his hips downward just slightly, teasing himself with the heat of Seokjin’s body against the half-hard bulge in his pants. It’s just the slightest pressure; just enough to make him harder, to make his heartbeat thrum in his ears.
And Seokjin whines; something too pretty, too imperfectly crafted, and abruptly executed for him to have let it slip out on purpose. It’s pitchy and needy and shoots straight to Jungkook’s cock. He can’t help it when he ruts desperately forward — just once — to chase after a little relief.
“Ah hyung—” Jungkook’s hands sneak beneath the hem of Seokjin’s shirt, drifting over his soft stomach and caressing his sides, “your body’s so warm…”
“It’s because I’m so hot,” Seokjin replies on complete autopilot, squeaky laugh muffled against Jungkook’s tongue when he laps into his mouth to shut him up with more long and drugging kisses.
Seconds trickle into minutes, sweet and slow like honey – until their lips are puffed up and tender; bodies melted together into a single life form, pulsing and alive with want.
Seokjin’s movements grow more sluggish as time ticks on, until he’s little more than an open mouth, whining with each dip of Jungkook’s tongue and panting heavily against Jungkook’s teeth.
“Feelin’ fuzzy, Hyung-ah?” Jungkook asks, tucking his nose against the shell of Seokjin’s ear and grazing his tongue over his neck. He can feel the skin heating as Seokjin blushes at his inquiry, shy to admit to his headspace even as he slips further into it in response to Jungkook’s questioning.
For Jungkook, it’s less of a drop and more a slow downhill erosion; heavy thunderstorms of arousal sending him slip-sliding further down with each sound he pulls from Seokjin’s lips. He’s making his hyung feel so good. Wants to make him feel even better.
Seokjin’s thumbs catch in the waistband of Jungkook’s pants, petulantly tugging at them until Jungkook sits up with a fond laugh to shuck them off.
“Yeah? Want me all naked for you, Hyungie?”
“Please?” Seokjin whimpers, rushing to free himself of his own clothes as Jungkook lets out a peal of giggles.
His laughter tapers off when Seokjin’s naked body comes fully into view, eyes going wide and hugely overwhelmed.
“How are you so fucking hot?” Jungkook groans, hungry gaze dragging from Seokjin’s broad shoulders to the hard length of his cock, angry red and drooling sloppily over his happy trail.
“Jungoo-yah,” Seokjin murmurs, fixing Jungkook with intense and pleading eyes. “Touch me?”
Yes.
Jungkook crowds back into Seokjin’s space, pecking his lips just once more because he can’t stop himself, then kissing his way south, over his shoulders, tongue dipping against Seokjin’s clavicle as Jungkook relaxes his bodyweight, settling warm and heavy atop his hyung’s pliant frame.
His fingers pinch at pebbled nipples – tugging and teasing them as his mouth sucks a purple-bruised path down Seokjin’s sternum.
Seokjin shivers, body pulled taut and eyes fluttering shut – breath hitching when Jungkook’s nails catch over his skin. His back arches up to cling closer to the heat of Jungkook’s mouth as it trails over his abdomen, then jerks away when it lowers – sensitive around his belly button.
When Jungkook is finally faced with Seokjin’s cock, he swallows dryly – warm exhale tickling over the dewy head; mouth so close but suddenly nervous. He wants to be good so badly. Wants to be the best. The best Seokjin has ever had. But he’s never done this before. What if he messes up? What if—
“Please baby m’so close already,” Seokjin mewls, and Jungkook doesn’t need any more encouragement than that.
He wants to make Seokjin come.
He wants to taste it.
So he wraps his hand around Seokjin’s shaft, sticks his tongue out and slaps the head of Seokjin’s cock against it experimentally, getting a sense for the weight and feel of it in his grasp and in his mouth.
“Don’t tease—Kookie, fuck!” Seokjin whimpers, hips lurching forward and cockhead shoving at the roof of Jungkook’s mouth. He closes his lips around it with a startled ‘mmph!’, then exhales through his nose, bobbing his head to adjust.
Jungkook feels saliva flooding over his tongue and he gasps to keep from choking, face hovering over Seokjin’s erection with his mouth gaping open – drool dripping down his chin and slicking Seokjin’s balls as he swallows his cock down again, deeper this time. All the way to the base.
Seokjin chokes out a gutted wheeze, eyes startling open and fingers grabbing at Jungkook’s hair, pushing him down, needy little jerks bruising at Jungkook’s lips as he fucks shallowly at Jungkook’s throat.
Satisfaction tingles like electricity over Jungkook’s senses as Seokjin’s moans rise in volume, needier and louder by the second, praise spilling slurred and desperate from his lips on autopilot – a slewed jumble of compliments ranging from how Jungkook looks so pretty like this to how his mouth feels so hot, so wet – how he’s being so good. Making his hyung feel so undone that he’s gonna burst any second.
It feels like there’s a fog building all around them – heady and thick, hard to breathe. Like all it’ll ever be important for Jungkook to be is a perfect sex toy for his hyung’s pleasure. His mouth is Seokjin’s perfect fleshlight, and his cock is going to be his perfect dildo. Jungkook himself doesn’t have to be anything more than the provider of these things, and Seokjin doesn’t have to do anything but lie back and bask in Jungkook’s devoted provisions.
The wet and hollow glug of Seokjin’s cock hitting the back of Jungkook’s throat feels as grounding as a heartbeat, and Jungkook ties himself to it – forcing himself down harder, faster, tongue lapping eager and sloppy, anywhere he can reach. It’s wet. Slick and urgent and desperate; tears budding on Jungkook’s eyelashes as Seokjin’s fingers twist in his hair, yanking hard.
Yes, yes, yes!
Jungkook finds himself chanting in his mind.
Use me, use me, use me—more, more, more—
And then with a broken wail, a new taste splashes over Jungkook’s tongue. Bitter and salty and abundant. It starts with a dribble and then it’s more – rope after rope shooting into his mouth and down his throat, faster than he’s able to swallow. It slips past his lips, coating back down over Seokjin’s rigid cock as Jungkook chokes and wheezes, sputtering through a gasped inhale and struggling to chase after the come that had escaped his tongue.
“A-Again,” Jungkook manages to pant out, just seconds later, as soon as Seokjin’s cock stops spilling down his throat. “Please, hyung, wanna make you come again, wanna be good for you and make you feel good—”
He’s fixated on it; the way Seokjin’s voice had cracked so gorgeously, the way he looks now; chest heaving and forehead beaded with sweat, hair sticking in every direction and face flushed pink.
“Fuck, yes – it’s so perfect , Jungkookie; feels so good baby, more please, please—”
Jungkook takes a firm hold of Seokjin’s thighs and shoves them up against his chest, then suckles Seokjin’s balls into his mouth with a confidence he didn’t have even twenty minutes ago. But Seokjin lets out a long and growly gurgling noise that Jungkook just knows means he’s doing a good job, so he keeps going. Starts to slowly jerk Seokjin’s cock with his hand, heart slamming against his ribs when Seokjin starts to hiss and keen with oversensitivity.
It’s too much but he begs for more the whole time.
“Ah, ah, ah fuck JK – oh! Oh! Yesyesyesyes—Mm!” Seokjin is barely able to form actual words, arms limp at his sides and eyes rolling back. He doesn’t have the energy to jerk his hips this time, forced to comply with Jungkook’s slow and steady pace as he works his cock back to full hardness right through every flinch and wince and whimper.
Tattooed fingers wrap more tightly around Seokjin’s shaft as the tenderness eases, thumb swiping over head to tease right at the spot where a renewed dribble of precum is already starting to build.
This time Jungkook builds him up to it slowly, with long and tight strokes that never increase in pace. Seokjin is left helpless to do anything but let the pressure rise and rise until it’s finally too much to be contained and he’s left hanging at the edge – just needing a little more, just something to tip him over.
When Jungkook releases Seokjin’s balls from his mouth with a soft pop and instead drags his mouth downward to tongue at the rim of Seokjin’s ass, it’s over in an instant. Seokjin startles himself with his orgasm – managing little more than a blurted yelp before Jungkook’s fist is milking him out over his belly – knuckles grazing through the sticky mess until it becomes too much and he lets Seokjin relax his legs back down on the bed, splayed wide open and motionless with heavy exhaustion.
Jungkook lets him gather himself for a second, reaching for the lube and methodically coating it over his fingers while Seokjin catches his breath.
“Holy shit,” Seokjin exhales, blinking blearily down at Jungkook through half-lidded eyes. “You’re still gonna fuck me, right?”
“Greedy hyung,” Jungkook teases, eyes and nose scrunching up as he pulls back to smile brightly up at Seokjin’s debauched face. “You just came twice and you want more already. Is your ass greedy for me too?”
“Yah! Don’t – don’t say it like that,” Seokjin whines, hiding behind his hands as Jungkook’s lubed finger circles around his rim.
“Tell me.” Jungkook murmurs low; voice thickening with his own neediness as he teases the pad of his thumb over Seokjin’s perineum with firm pressure. “Tell me I’m being so good for you that you never want me to stop.”
“Kookie’s the best of the best,” Seokjin easily appeases. “Wanna feel your cock in me. Wanna get fucked now, baby please, please—”
Seokjin’s words disintegrate into nonsense as Jungkook eases his finger inside, mouth going dry from the praise and cock so cruelly neglected that there can’t possibly be any blood left in his brain.
By the time he works the second finger in, Seokjin’s legs are trembling – weak spasms sending twitchy flinches over the muscles of his thighs and toes curling against the sheets.
Jungkook takes his time, feels the squeezing vice of Seokjin’s ass bearing down with tight pressure. He’s dizzy just thinking of what it’ll feel like on his cock … getting to fuck for the first time. Getting to fuck Kim Seokjin of all people for the first time.
But then, Jungkook’s always known he’s lucky.
The third finger is accompanied by Seokjin’s mindless chanting. He’s probably not even doing it consciously, but that just makes it even hotter to Jungkook. He gets to see his oldest hyung like this – breathless and limp limbed, lush lips stumbling through an endless slew off ‘fuck me, fuck me, fuck me’ as his glazed over eyes struggle to focus on Jungkook’s face.
Jungkook wouldn’t ever dream of denying him.
He’d been nervous before. Scared that he wouldn’t do well, that he – a complete and total virgin – stood no chance of actually being a good fuck for someone like Seokjin, who’d been having sex since before they’d even debuted.
But now it seems so simple.
Of course he’ll be good for Seokjin. Because he has to. Because his cock is aching for it, his heart is racing for it. His mind is so zeroed in on this one single task – to be good for his hyung – that it’s impossible for him to be anything else.
He doesn’t expect it to feel so good though. Doesn’t anticipate that the moment he gets a condom rolled over his cock and starts the slow press of breaching Seokjin’s entrance, his mind goes completely blank; white-hot pleasure shooting through his veins like a drug, dizzy and thick.
“Oh … oh wow hyung it’s – it’s so…” Jungkook’s at a loss for words, inching in further with his teeth digging so hard into his bottom lip that he nearly draws blood.
He doesn’t dare to even breathe once he’s all the way inside, eyes squeezing shut and hands gripping hard at Seokjin’s sides, overwhelmed and clumsy.
“Hyung – hyung you’re so tight, mm—”
He isn’t going to last, but that’s going to have to be okay. He can do it. He can be good for his hyung and fuck him as long as he needs him to.
When he’s sure he can manage looking at Seokjin without coming on the spot he lets his eyes flutter open, peering through his lashes to take in the ecstasy painted over Seokjin’s already flawless features.
“You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” Jungkook decides, a little drunk on the pleasure and a lot in love. He means it sincerely; pouts when Seokjin hides his face behind his hands again in response.
“No, don’t. I wanna see you, hyung. You’re so pretty, don’t be shy…”
Jungkook braces his weight with one hand against the bed, uses the other to push Seokjin’s hands out of his face so he can see him.
“Fuck,” he breathes, exhaling in a huff when Seokjin’s body tenses just slightly at the movement.
It’s too good. It feels too good inside of him. Too hot and too wet and too tight and Seokjin is too pretty like this – laid out on display, wide open and wanting.
“Hyung m’gonna come if I move…”
Seokjin coos, leaning up just enough to adorn whisper-soft kisses over Jungkook’s cheeks as Jungkook whines and tries to keep still.
“Come on, baby. I want you to. It’s your turn, hm?” He jokes, sliding nimble fingers down Jungkook’s spine and guiding him slowly into motion. “Let it happen and enjoy it, okay? No judgment, take whatever you need Kookie.”
“Okay, but—” Jungkook chokes, inhales, gathers himself. “But afterwards m’gonna fuck you properly,” he stiffly insists – vision blurring with the effort not to finish right this second when Seokjin’s hands press down on his lower back and draw him deeper inside.
“Mmhm,” Seokjin easily agrees, as if he doesn’t care either way.
Jungkook’s eyes narrow, feeling challenged.
He’s going to do this. And he’s going to be good at it.
But first – shit.
Sitting up on his knees, Jungkook grips Seokjin at the waist, holding him there partially for leverage but mostly just to feel him somewhere familiar – somewhere he’s touched before and knows the shape of. To keep him grounded, to keep— shit, shit, shit.
Jungkook feels tears start to stream down his face, but he doesn’t care. He’s—it’s too—
“I thought you were gonna come for me, Jungkookie. What happened?”
Seokjin’s taunt is the breaking point, and Jungkook snaps forward, draws back, slams back in – once, twice, a third time and then—
“Oh! Oh! Oh! Hyung!”
He’s never felt anything like it before. Cock trapped within the sticky-hot constriction of Seokjin’s perfect, perfect, perfect—
“Fuck, hyung, I can’t— Ungh— how is it so nice?”
Seokjin’s soft laughter tickles at Jungkook’s ears as he empties his cock with a cry, coming so quickly and so aggressively that it makes his head spin. It’s a lot. Squishing all around his cock and making the latex slip and slide as he keeps trying to chase after the pleasure with shallow jerks.
But with the condom full like this, even the slightest of movements feel filthy and clammy against Jungkook’s cock and he huffs, pulling out to take it off.
“Hold on…” he murmurs, grabbing another from the box. He wipes his dick off a bit haphazardly on his own discarded t-shirt, then slips the next one on. He’s still hard – but overstimulated. Doesn’t care, presses himself right back against Seokjin’s hole with a petulant grunt.
“Jungkook, you don’t have to—”
“But I wanna fuck you more,” Jungkook whines back, interrupting insistently even as he flinches from the too-much-ness of easing back into Seokjin’s hole right after his orgasm. “Please? Wanna see if I can get you to come on my cock. Can I?”
He gives Seokjin his widest, most sparkly eyes. Grins when Seokjin curses under his breath and pulls him closer.
“You’re gonna be the death of me…”
Jungkook sets what he hopes to be a suitable pace, then doubles it. Watches as Seokjin’s face crumbles back into something softer – lips parted to let little leaks of sound break through with each push and pull of Jungkook’s cock. Lets himself relax even as the tension builds.
He feels fuzzy and gritty all over, like TV static. Tingly and shivery in his body; hazy white noise in his mind. Angles himself a little differently and watches Seokjin’s face for reactions until he knows he’s doing well. He can see it.
“Am I doing good, hyung? Am I doing it right? Does it feel good?” Jungkook asks anyway, skin slapping loud and wet against Seokjin’s as he forces himself harder, faster.
“Yes, yes – ah! Right there, fuck!”
Jungkook whines, cock all but raw with oversensitivity but determined to milk at least one orgasm out of Seokjin while he’s still inside of him. He hovers closer, primal temptation urging him to feel more of Seokjin’s bare skin even though it’s too much – so good that it burns.
Their bodies press flush together, Jungkook’s chest bearing down against Seokjin’s body. His lips slant down to taste at his hyung’s shoulder, sucking and drooling and whining into the solid warmth of Seokjin’s deltoid. His nipples catch against Seokjin’s and both of them gasp, grinding closer to chase after more stimulation.
It’s sloppy; Seokjin’s come is sticky and wet between them, squelching with each deep and fevered grind of Jungkook’s hips. Jungkook likes it best like this – touching everywhere. Mouth hanging open over Seokjin’s skin, his own spit and tears pooling under his cheek as Seokjin’s ass clenches and spasms around him more and more at every labored thrust.
“S’good hyung,” Jungkook slurs out, whimpering weakly. “I love it – I … I love it so much, hyung-ah. I love fucking you so much.”
“Yeah?” Seokjin asks back. His voice is hoarse, fucked out. Makes Jungkook whine and rut a little faster, a little needier – wants to feel all of him, wants to climb into his skin. “You like making your hyung feel good, Kookie? Gonna make me come again? Please – wanna come again one more time. Just one more time, baby m’so close—”
“As much as hyung wants,” Jungkook indulges, back aching and muscles drawn tight. “I’ll keep … k-keep going till hyung says to stop.”
He’s straining to keep up with his own pace, but he doesn’t care. He wants to see it again. Wants to see Seokjin’s face break into that delicious overwhelmed satisfaction. Wants to feel the hot splash of it on his tummy, the unbearable squeeze of it against his cock. Wants to fuck and fuck and fuck until he’s too stiff to move. Until he knows Seokjin is sated. Until he knows he didn’t just do good – but that he’s the best.
But he’s getting close again, too. Isn’t sure he has it in him to grit his way through the overstimulation a second time.
Still, Seokjin is so fucking gorgeous, hanging off his cock like it’s a lifeline. He’ll just cross that bridge when he gets to it.
And he’s getting to it. Clenches his fists against the hotel pillows to keep from digging his nails into Seokjin’s delicate skin. Grunts and growls and whines and whimpers and sobs his way through the next two minutes on edge, just at the brink of release until—
“Fuck, shit— Jungkook, ungh!”
Seokjin’s burnt out, only just barely managing to rock himself along with Jungkook’s increasingly brutal assault; both of them racing to the end in tandem. A crescendo of broken, hiccupping keens rises on the air as Jungkook’s head goes completely blank, air knocked out of his lungs with the force of his own desperation.
“G-Gonna come with me, hyung?” he pants out, hooking his arms under Seokjin’s for leverage so he can force himself just a little harder and then he feels it. The way Seokjin goes rigid beneath him, grips him tight and holds on, arms and legs wrapping around Jungkook’s body and holding fast – gravelly croaks of ‘Yeah! Uh! Uh! Mm! Ngh!’ biting at Jungkook’s ears as Seokjin’s calves bear down to hold Jungkook deep through each shake and shiver of his orgasm.
It sends Jungkook spiraling – body collapsing onto Seokjin’s with a drawn out groan. His cock feels like it’s exploding. Pressure finally coming to a head and spasming wildly; electrifying every nerve of his body with ‘safe’ and ‘good’ and ‘warm’ and everything else that is Seokjin – a fire ignited forever ago in his heart that he never knew to anticipate feeling in his balls.
As soon as it’s enough it’s too much – for both of them. Seokjin loosens his limbs and helps Jungkook slide out of him and settle at his side. They’d catapulted into over-sensitivity so thoughtlessly that it aches just to touch now – both of them leaning in for a kiss and dissolving into an instant fit of giggles when they both flinch away as soon as it deepens enough for their cocks to graze each other’s thighs.
“Wow, that was …” Jungkook exhales without finishing, mind already bombarded with flashes of what they’d just done and drawing a pink flush to his cheeks.
“Yeah,” Seokjin concurs. “I want to cuddle but maybe … pants?”
“Pants,” Jungkook confirms. “So our dicks don’t fall off.”
“Yes, definitely pants,” Seokjin says, again. Neither of them move a single centimeter, laying on their backs and staring up at the hotel ceiling in exhausted defeat. “We should have asked the others to help with this part.”
“Hyung!” Jungkook exclaims, jerking into an upright position and covering his dick on instinct.
“I’m just saying, if Yoongi walked in right now and started passive aggressively burning a candle I wouldn’t be opposed to the assistance.”
Jungkook sighs.
“I’ll admit that it … doesn’t smell great in here,” he concedes, “but this is special. It’s just for us. No other members allowed. I just lost my virginity for fuck’s sake, I think at least that should be a private moment in one’s life.”
“Y’know, about that—” Seokjin suddenly accuses, sitting up himself and fixing Jungkook with a scolding stare. “Next time you tell me you’re ready to have sex for the first time do me a favor and don’t surprise me by being the best sex I’ve ever had in my life? I’m too old to handle surprises like this. My heart almost gave out. Twice.”
“Three times,” Jungkook giggles out with a wink. Seokjin lifts a hand like he’s going to whack him, but gives up halfway through when he realizes he’d have to reach.
“Wait, hyung – it was really the best?”
“Don’t get cocky,” Seokjin mutters. “I’m in love with you, that helps a lot.”
“Oh,” Jungkook pouts, deflated.
“Okay, it was the best either way,” Seokjin amends, amused when Jungkook’s face lights right back up instantly. “But seriously, next time—”
“I know, I know, I heard you.” Jungkook grins wide and ecstatic despite his best attempts to play it cool. “I promise, the next time I lose my virginity to you I won’t fuck you so well.”
“Thank you,” Seokjin clips. “I don’t ask for much, y’know.”
“But, you do realize that I can only lose my virginity to you the one time, right?”
When Seokjin’s eyes meet Jungkook’s, there’s a mischievous glint playing just beneath his stare.
“Don’t talk back to your elders, JK. I meant just exactly what I said.”