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Seokjin is calling. Jungkook is about to come and Seokjin is calling.

The porn on his phone is replaced with Seokjin’s picture, his phone blaring as his high crests and Jungkook can do nothing to keep his orgasm at bay. It’s too late, he’s in too deep, his haze too crimson. His hands begin to have a life of its own, his hips too. And Jungkook is fucking up into his hand, fist tight as his climax begins to crawl from the very depths of his core, quickly rising into each vertebra, and stampeding through all his veins.

He’s so pent up from weeks without, and Jungkook has finally found time to be alone, to finally be able to release (in the most literal sense of the word). But Seokjin’s caller ID photo is suddenly what he’s jacking off to and he’s coming so hard, so erratically that Jungkook only has half a mind to realize that despite being interrupted mid-masturbation, his orgasm doesn’t wane, but instead crashes harder.

The call ends and Seokjin’s caller ID photo disappears. It is replaced by the porn he had booted up earlier as visual aid, but suddenly it’s no longer entertaining. Jungkook throws his phone away and focuses on the way his body jerks as his comes flows down the back of his fingers, dripping down his wrist. He closes his eyes as he rides his high out, prolonging it as much as he can.

Jungkook can’t help when, even with his eyes closed, all he gets is the picture of Seokjin’s face. Does Jungkook recall what kind of porn he had on his phone before Seokjin started calling? Jungkook doesn’t know the answer to that.

When he comes to, Jungkook stares at the ceiling. He lets his breath come back to him, mildly aware that his phone is ringing beside him again. He brings his hand up to see the damage he had done. He spreads his fingers apart and watches as the translucent white of his come strings apart, trying to cling to each finger and snapping when it can’t.

His phone goes silent and then rings again. Jungkook ignores it and makes his way to his bathroom. He puts his hand beneath the faucet and watches as his come drains down the sink, dropping off of his nails in constant stream. When the worst of it is gone, he lathers soap all over his hand, rinsing as thoroughly as he can. He shucks his dirtied boxers away and showers the rest of his heightened libido off. Once he's mostly calmed down, he pulls on fresh underwear and heads back out to his bedroom.

He has one foot out the bathroom when he immediately gets the thought of wanting to turn back around and bolt himself shut in the confines of the shower. Seokjin is laying face up on his mattress. Eyes closed, mouth ajar, a hand disappearing beneath his shirt to rest on his stomach.

Seokjin must be tired. Jungkook knows that the reason he was calling was because Jungkook had promised to make him a bowl of bibimguksu after his long-haul flight. Seokjin had been whining about western food and living off of cup ramyeon the entire time. Jungkook had said he’d make him a feast of Korean food the moment his hyung gets to L.A. And yet Jungkook finds his eyes feasting on Seokjin, instead. He doesn’t mean to, he swears. He's just a little...

Jungkook feels his mouth go dry and he’s acutely aware of his reaction to seeing Seokjin do something he normally does. He didn’t used to react to his hyung this way. Seokjin crashing into his bed unannounced and falling dead asleep would usually spark annoyance in the younger. His throat wouldn’t go dry, his hands wouldn’t twitch with anticipation, his legs wouldn’t lock in place. Seeing Seokjin sleep should have been just that: seeing Seokjin sleep. The Jungkook of a few months ago would have jumped on the bed and dragged Seokjin out by the hood of his zip-up. But none of those thoughts settle in him. What does settle is that tightness in his boxer briefs.

Taking a deep breath, Jungkook forces his legs to move. He makes his way to Seokjin, trying to plaster on a smile and begging for thoughts of pranks. But when he gets closer, when he sees Seokjin’s peaceful sleeping face, Jungkook goes mute.

He looks, stares, ogles. He ingrains into memory the way Seokjin’s eyelashes slope, the roses in his cheeks, the ruby-reds of his kiss-seeking lips. And then he ventures lower, spots that slip of skin peeking through his hyung’s shirt. He sees the smooth, porcelain skin of Seokjin’s belly, taut muscles relaxed as he breathes in and out. He sees the way his hip bones poke through the hardened muscles, muscles that ripple each time Seokjin breathes.

And Jungkook is the one who is suddenly out of breath. His hands beg for him to touch, but his thoughts are telling him ‘No’. When was the last time he was at war with himself? And about his Seokjin-hyung at that. His hyung is on his bed unguarded, walls completely bared at Jungkook's feet. And here he is, with the most impure thoughts and the most banal of instincts. Would Seokjin ever approve?

Seokjin mumbles something and Jungkook sees his hyung’s eyelashes begin to flutter. Seokjin stirs around, wiggling deeper into the bed. He blinks slowly, sleep-addled eyes focusing on Jungkook.

Seokjin smiles and Jungkook feels stabbed in the chest. “Jungkook-ah?”

Jungkook grabs a pillow and throws it at Seokjin’s face. The older makes a startled, angered noise from the back of his throat, but Jungkook doesn’t bother looking back to hear what Seokjin is yelling next.

⛓

It’s the day after Seokjin’s arrival. Jungkook should have been excited to see him, should have been running in his oldest hyung’s direction, begging him to come play with him after months of being apart. Seokjin had to complete his 18-show solo tour. He was in Amsterdam the last time he had called Jungkook. Seokjin was showing off the dutch fries he had ordered, bringing thick-cut fries soaked in truffle mayonnaise with heaps of grated Parmesan cheese up to the camera.

“God, that looks amazing,” Jungkook had told Seokjin, practically drooling over his cellphone screen.

Seokjin had taken a bite out of the fries, moaning dramatically. “Since I can’t send this over to L.A. in pristine condition, let me just describe to you what it tastes like. Listen—”

That feels like lifetimes ago when in reality, it was probably somewhere around just close to 48-hours past. And yet Jungkook can’t bring himself to face Seokjin. And even when sought out, he finds himself hiding.

It’s the worst. Especially when Seokjin is shoved into a booth, and is directed to record all the songs they had finished making. Jungkook is forced to sit and watch Seokjin vocalize and belt and harmonize. And he can tell that Seokjin is watching him through the glass, face so openly curious, wondering why the youngest is suddenly hiding from the eldest.

But how can Jungkook begin to explain that Seokjin is Seokjin but now he isn’t. Not to Jungkook. Not anymore.

“That’s a good take,” the producer is saying all of a sudden, making Jungkook jump from his seat on the couch. He watches Seokjin smile at the compliment, reaches for his water, and moistens his throat. “Superb vocals, Kim Seokjin-ssi. Whenever you’re ready for the next one.”

Seokjin drinks more of his water. He keeps it in his cheeks, eyes focused on Jungkook as he swallows. He lifts an eyebrow at the youngest, but as if remembering that he’s at work, he averts his eyes and leafs through his lyrics. He clears his throat, warming his voice, and gives a thumb’s up to the producer.

The producer taps at a button and prompts, “Alright, recording in 3, 2—”

It goes perfect. The best take Jungkook has ever heard. He should be practicing his own lines, he knows, but he’s bolted in his spot, unable to look away from the siren that is his Seokjin-hyung.

Seokjin had grumbled all of last night, leaving Jungkook’s room to go to his own. Jungkook feels guilty for not even sparing a few words with Seokjin. But he’s so aware of what his body’s reaction is to seeing his hyung, so aware of the way his heart hammers in his ears. Seokjin, tired from his 12-hour flight, had spent the whole evening sleeping.

“Have you seen Jungkook?” he had heard Seokjin ask Namjoon this morning.

But Jungkook no longer knows what Namjoon had to say to that because he was running towards his room and locking himself in the shower. It’s embarrassing, truly. The last time he felt this way was the very first time he came to Seoul and was greeted by Namjoon in his boxers. Thick, honey thighs and all. But that was ages ago, a whole decade ago. Jungkook is able to excuse the way he swooned then, at fifteen. But now?

Seokjin’s voice crescendos and Jungkook feels all the hair on his arm raise with the way his hyung’s voice sounds. Seokjin has his eyes closed, brows pinched together as his tone gets higher. He finishes up the beat and takes a deep breath away from the mic. Jungkook watches him intensely when Seokjin puts a hand up to the massive earphones and gets closer to the mic again, now singing in his lowest register. Seokjin is so close to the filter mesh that Jungkook can see the older’s lips brushing against it.

It’s erotic. All of it. Seokjin’s eyes, the half-lidded gaze. The angle at which Seokjin’s head is tilted, as if poised for a kiss. The way his throat bobs with every lyric. The way he sounds. It’s sexy, it’s sensual, it’s everything that is the bane of Jungkook’s existence.

But then it’s ending. Seokjin steps back from the mic and inhales. He takes his bottle of water and finishes it all in one gulp.

“Excellent!” The producer is laughing in delight. “Wonderful, Seokjin-ssi. That was great! You can step out and take a break.”

“Yah,” Hoseok is on his feet the second Seokjin is pushing out of the booth. He shoves Seokjin on the shoulder, “Your voice is crazy, hyung. I would never have guessed you were coming off of a flight at all. You sound insane in there.”

Seokjin smiles and tilts his head in thanks.

“You were sexy in there,” Namjoon compliments. He crosses his leg and nods at Seokjin. “Really sexy, hyung. This song is beginning to come together.”

“Yeah?” Seokjin laughs softly. He sits by the vacant spot beside Jungkook. He throws his head back and slumps into the shape of the couch.

Yoongi passes Seokjin a new bottle of water. “This is definitely a bedroom kind of song thanks to hyung.”

Jungkook can see Seokjin’s ears beginning to redden. Seokjin closes his eyes, that shy smile stretching across his face. Seokjin grumbles, “I’m not the one who wrote it. I’m just following orders.”

“Mm?” Jimin jabs. “It’s definitely a bedroom song. The way you were gasping in there? Jesus. How’d you get your voice to be this raspy? Your tour really did a number on you, huh.”

Seokjin clears his throat. “It’s the sore throat.”

Taehyung laughs, “Hyung is putting the ‘mature’ into this mature album, isn’t he?”

Seokjin makes a face at that but has nothing to say to refute. He turn his head to look at Jungkook, eyes expectant. Jungkook almost jumps out of his skin when his hyung slaps his thigh. His long, beautiful fingers squeezing at his flesh and refusing to move. Seokjin gives Jungkook’s thigh another squeeze, “Nothing witty from you?”

Jungkook stares at Seokjin’s hand on his thigh. The way his hands look curled around him, the way his skin feels underneath Seokjin’s touch. It’s electric, Jungkook’s brain is fried, and he wonders if Seokjin can even tell. It’s unfair, he realizes. Unfair that he has to feel all of this, has to feel the blood roar in his ears, has to be the one to bear the weight of the butterflies flocking his stomach. What does Seokjin even know?

A producer is poking his head into the room and asking if they needed a break before continuing. Jungkook sees the consideration begin to dawn on all of their faces. He knows that Seokjin is exhausted, his face and his drooped shoulders says as much. He looks as if he’d rather be asleep, catch up on much needed rest. And yet Jungkook is jumping out of his seat, Seokjin’s hand leaving his thighs as he hops around and declared, “No, we’re fine! We can keep going. We’re great. We got this.”

From the corner of his eye, he can see Seokjin shake his head. He ducks his head as he exhales a tired laugh in disbelief. Jungkook feels guilty then, but he can no longer take whatever he said back when the producer is handing him new sheet music and is ushering him into the booth next.

Jungkook sees Taehyung occupy the seat he had just vacated. Taehyung crowds Seokjin and begins massaging his nape. Seokjin melts into it, saying something underneath his breath that makes Taehyung smile.

“I’m not even sure where I am right now.” Jungkook hears Seokjin say to Taehyung.

“C’mon.” Taehyung continues to massage Seokjin’s nape. “Don’t be like that, hyung. Snap out of it. We’ve got this.” He gets closer, nose almost bumping against Seokjin's and a hand coming to rest on Seokjin’s chin. “Get it together,” Taehyung repeats.

Seokjin puts a hand to Taehyung’s chest and pushes him away halfheartedly. He averts his face and chides, “Stop trying to kiss me and go.”

Jungkook feels his heart plummet to the balls of his feet.

Taehyung chortles and gets even closer, his hand now cradling Seokjin’s jaw. Jungkook hears him breathe out, “Hyung.”

“Aish!” Seokjin laughs, pushing Taehyung away. “Stop it!”

Whatever Seokjin and Taehyung say next is blocked as Jungkook closes the booth’s door. He puts the massive headphones on and arranges his sheet music, trying his best not to look in Seokjin’s direction.

⛓

The smell of samgyeopsal and grilled kimchi fills the entire dining area. Laughter fills the entire space, and the atmosphere is so bright, so light Jungkook forgets about everything momentarily.

They sit around the table, familiar food finally now in front of them, and they all dive right in like hyenas to a prey. Someone is singing ‘samgyeopsal, baby’ at the top of their lungs while someone else is making obnoxious moaning noises with every bite of their pork belly. Beer is passed around, the smell of it mixing with the aroma of grilled meat and grilled kimchi. Jungkook finds himself in an all-time high and he gobbles down spoonfuls of rice, kimchi, and meat all at once.

“My stomach...” Seokjin grumbles as he chews on more meat.

“It’s so good,” Jimin moans out as he shovels more meat onto his bowl of rice. “What is this!”

“God, now I’m hungry,” Seokjin chews some more and reaches for more kimchi. He scans the table and twists a fresh bottle of soju open. “Do you want more to drink?”

They all nod in unison, soju glasses lined up dutifully as Seokjin pours them more to drink.

“All right,” Hoseok yells at the top of his lungs. “Geonbae!”

Chatter explodes all around the table. Chopsticks clink against porcelain and the mood is relaxed, relaxed enough to erase all exhaustion after being holed up in recording all day. Not even half an hour after they’ve finished all the rice and the meat, someone stands up and begins making cup ramyeon. More kimchi is placed onto the table and their appetites spurt back to life as they dig into the noodles.

Taehyung is taking more noodles into his bowl when he says, “This is a challenging album. And that’s the point, right? We’re trying to push ourselves and experiment more. But I don’t think we’ve changed much.”

Namjoon shakes his head, eyes focused on his ramyeon noodles. “You’re wrong.” He sniffs, taking a newly opened bottle of beer. “Listening to what we’ve made already, it’s really different.”

Hoseok crosses his arms and cocks his head at that. “Well for me, I’m honestly not too stressed about that. But what does kinda stress me out a little bit, is that I just wanna have fun making music. But I feel like we’re all restraining ourselves.”

Seokjin brings his knees up to his chest. “Personally, I don’t feel any pressure. It’s like,” he toys with the label of his beer bottle, “I know there’s a lot to consider, but if we can just be happy making the album, and if we can make our fans happy, and all of us are happy together in the end, then I’m pleased with that outcome. And I feel strongly about that.”

“I really wish you were here while we were making the album,” Namjoon tells Seokjin. He reaches over and clinks his beer bottle with Seokjin’s. “It was really fun and we learned a lot.”

Seokjin stops toying with the label on his bottle and tips it to his lips. He simply nods at what Namjoon says and adds nothing to that.

“Well, where is the restraint coming from?” Jimin broaches. He looks around the table, eyebrows raised.

Taehyung sucks in a deep breath. “I think it has to do with the fact that the album is a lot different, but also the same. It’s still us, but it’s the mature version of all of us. And, well, mature can mean a lot of things, but in this album, it’s more...”

“Sexy?” Yoongi offers when Taehyung trails off, trying to look for more a more fitting adjective.

Hoseok laughs at that. “Exactly that. It’s sexier. I’d argue we’re sexier, too.”

Namjoon laughs at that but Jungkook can’t help but think the same. They came out of their military services with brand new bodies. They all worked out prior to enlisting, but how they exercised as idols is completely different from the training they were subjected to during their enlistment. And their bodies were living proof of that. Everyone came back with a lot of muscle, with a lot more fluidity, a lot more agility. And whether they believe it or not, Jungkook knows that they’re all mildly aware that this change is affecting how they sing.

It’s huskier, it’s provocative. It’s different, raw, powerful, in the best sense. They’re all older now, after all. It’s been almost half a decade since they’ve all been together, and now that they get to spend as much time with each other as they wanted, it translates into the way they sing, too. The vocals are better, voices well-rounded, ripe.

“What’s so bad about being sexy?” Jimin looks around the table, genuine question on his face. “That’s a good thing, isn’t it? It’s not something to be shy about. Are we shy about it? Is that why we get that sense of restraint?”

He’s met with looks of ‘Well, yeah’ and Jimin laughs. Laughs and laughs like it’s the most ridiculous thing in the world. Taehyung puts a hand on his knee to make him stop. Taehyung, trying to be more reasonable, proposes, “Let’s talk about what ‘sexy’ is so we can dispel this ‘restraint.’” He motions at Namjoon, “What do you find sexy, hyung?”

“Uh.” Namjoon finishes swallowing his beer. He puts the bottle down and thinks it over. “A wide hip?”

That gets a laugh out of everyone. “That is so you, Namjoon-ah.” Hoseok wipes a hand to the corner of his eye.

“I’m serious.” Namjoon glowers at them. “You asked me what I find sexy and I tell you. And you laugh at me?”

“No.” Yoongi pats Namjoon’s shoulder. “No, you’re right. We should take this exercise seriously.”

“I agree.” Namjoon turns to look at Yoongi. “So what do you find sexy, Suga-hyung?”

“And I walked right into that one.” Yoongi looks up and thinks it through. “Size? Uh. No, their build? I find it sexy when they’re confident in their bodies, in the way they move.”

“Like when they’re on top of you?” Hoseok jests, eyebrows wiggling. “When you watch them ride you?”

Jungkook shifts uncomfortably in his seat. He knows that Yoongi isn’t going to answer that, is most likely going to flag it as something he should keep private. He expects Yoongi to not answer at all. And yet Yoongi is nodding, face blank, and saying, “Yeah. Exactly like that. That’s sexy to me.”

“In that case,” Taehyung speaks up. “I find it sexy when they’re below me. Moaning unabashedly, you know? I like when they throw out being shy and just begins to feel themselves. It’s crazy. I like watching how I make someone else feel.”

“I get that,” Namjoon nods profusely.

To Jungkook’s surprise, Seokjin says, “No, yeah. I also find it sexy when I know I’m making them feel good.”

“Not fair!” Taehyung is suddenly bellowing. “You can’t ride on my answer! ‘Good’ as in how?”

Seokjin laughs at that. He crosses his arms and purses his lips, the corners of his eyes turning up into smiles. Jungkook can’t help it, he listens with bated breath, ears perked as he waits for Seokjin’s answer, hanging onto every word. It’s pathetic.

“When they whine?” Seokjin says finally, the end of his sentence going up an octave. He laughs to himself a little. He stares at the table. “No, 'whine' isn’t correct. I...I need for them to be writhing.”

“Writhing?” Yoongi cocks his head at that.

Seokjin nods. He uncrosses his arms and reaches for his bottle of beer. “Trembling, shaking, quivering, any other word you want for it. It's not enough that they make pleased noises. I need for their body to tell me that it's good. No, that's amazing.”

“Ah,” Namjoon muses, “you’re a total ruiner. You want to have them completely wrecked before you’re fully satisfied.”

Seokjin pauses. He looks directly at Namjoon and then bursts out laughing.

It’s hot. He feels hot. Jungkook feels warm all over. He hears a ringing in his ear, and his limbs are suddenly so heavy, too heavy. Jungkook can’t make himself look in Seokjin’s direction. His blood is rushing torrentially across his entire body. His boxers are tight again and Jungkook crosses and uncrosses his legs uncomfortably, trying to get a better way to sit.

It’s not about him, Jungkook knows. Jungkook also has no clue who Seokjin has been sleeping with all this time. But it’s so easy to insert himself into the situation, so easy to believe that he’s the one to climb in between Seokjin’s legs and go at it until Seokjin is satisfied with the way he makes him feel.

It’s so easy to imagine the way Seokjin’s lips would brush against his ear, so easy to imagine the way his hyung’s hands would feel on his arms, so easy to imagine the way his nails would feel dragging down the expanse of his back.

Jimin is laughing and opening his mouth to contribute to the discussion. But Jungkook no longer hears, doesn’t hear, refuses to hear because he’s quickly realizing how hard he is, hard enough to wince at every twitch, and so he excuses himself away from the table. He ignores the way they all call out to him, ignores all the jabs they throw at him for slipping out before it’s his turn to share.

Jungkook doesn’t want to share. How would he be able to when the very definition of ‘sexy’ is sitting a person away from him?

He shoves his bedroom door open, wincing a little when he tries to adjust his cock within the confines of his boxers. He slumps by the foot of the bed and groans loudly, unable to comprehend how he got himself into this situation.

“Do you need help with that?”

Jungkook jumps, almost falling off the bed with the way his surprise catches him. He’s on his feet in seconds and he sees that Seokjin is leaning onto the doorframe, arms crossed. His eyebrows are raised and he’s looking directly at Jungkook’s very obvious hard-on.

He tries to scramble to cover himself up, but Seokjin is eyeing his erection so blatantly and saying, “That looks like it hurts.”

Jungkook tries with futile attempts to cover himself up. “What are you talking about—?”

Seokjin closes the door behind him and Jungkook hears the distinctive sound of the door locking. he looks up at the sound of it. Seokjin leans against the door, hands going to his pockets as he stares at Jungkook’s erection.

“At least now you’re talking to me.” Seokjin’s eyes come up to Jungkook’s. “Why were you avoiding me?”

“No, I—”

Seokjin reaches out a hand and touches Jungkook’s chest with a finger. Jungkook swallows, unsteady eyes trying to track Seokjin’s thoughts but failing. Seokjin drags his finger down Jungkook’s torso, slowly descending to his stomach, his belly button, his hip, his pelvis, down to his cock. Jungkook can feel himself twitch against Seokjin’s finger, the one he’s so obviously wrapped around.

“Is it because of this?” Seokjin asks point-blanc. He lifts an eyebrow at Jungkook and takes his finger away from him. He crosses his arms again and tilts his head at the youngest. “You’ve been acting weird since I got here. You ignored all my calls yesterday. I had so much to give you and you abandoned me.”

“Abandoned you?” Jungkook purses his lips. “That’s a little dramatic, hyung.”

“Okay.” Seokjin reaches for Jungkook’s collar and tugs him even closer. Close enough to push his knee up against Jungkook’s crotch and grind against the hardness. “So it is because of this. You could have just said, Jungkook-ah. You didn’t need to ignore me.”

“I could have just said?” Jungkook tries to push Seokjin away, giving himself space. But Seokjin has him in a vice grip. “What makes you think I could have just told you that I now find you so fucking attractive, it’s driving me insane. How could I have told you that I want so badly to screw you?”

The corners of Seokjin’s lips tilt into a smirk. His other arm comes around to wrap around Jungkook’s waist, pulling him flush against his chest. “Exactly like that.”

Jungkook clamps his mouth shut. He looks down at the both of them, their bodies pressed together, Seokjin’s knee lodged against his crotch, air mingling in between them. He looks back up at Seokjin. “Hyung, I’m serious.”

“I know.” Seokjin nods. “And I’m asking if you need help with it.”

Jungkook backpedals. He shakes his head at the older. “How are you taking this so well?”

“You were acting weird each time someone makes a sexual comment,” Seokjin states simply. “And every time I try to catch your eye, you avoid it. And when I patted your thigh back at the studio? You were acting all weird. It wasn’t hard to guess.”

“And this is fine to you?” Jungkook searches Seokjin’s face, so openly shocked with how Seokjin is acting so indifferent.

Seokjin cocks his head at him. “Why wouldn’t it be fine?”

“For starters,” Jungkook reasons, “I’m your dongsaeng and your band mate. I'm 5 years your junior. You’re supposed to be telling me ‘no’ and to behave.”

“Oh?” Seokjin lifts an eyebrow at that. “When was the last time you actually listened to me? And who’s to say what I’m supposed to be doing? It’s sex, Jungkook-ah. You either need it or you don’t. It’s really just that simple.”

Jungkook tries to digest each word. He lets himself simmer in it, lets the thought rest on his tongue before he’s swallowing it whole. He blinks up at Seokjin. “Are you saying I could have just asked you this whole time?”

“Mm.” Seokjin nods like it’s the most obvious thing.

“And you would have said yes?”

Seokjin sighs. “It’s physiological, isn’t it? It’s similar to whether you’re hungry or not. Whether you’re thirsty or not. And it’s up to you to quench it. It’s the body telling you that it needs something, and I’m offering you help. How much more explaining do you need from hyung, Jungkook-ah?”

It is only now that Jungkook becomes hyper-aware of his situation. It is Seokjin keeping him close, arms locked around his waist. Seokjin is looking at him patiently, as if only waiting for Jungkook to say the word before he springs into action.

Jungkook feels on fire everywhere Seokjin has his hands on him. He feels that familiar itch return, his hands trembling with the need to touch. He puts a hand on Seokjin’s chest and puts a little bit of distance between them.

“But this is completely different from you cooking for me when I’m hungry or when you’re offering to buy me a drink when I'm thirsty. This is sex, Jin-hyung, “ Jungkook states the obvious. “It’s not that simple!”

“Can’t it just be this simple?” Seokjin is looking at him like he can’t comprehend him. “Isn’t it exactly the same?”

Jungkook pulls away from Seokjin completely. He watches as Seokjin’s hands fall back to his sides.

Seokjin nods at Jungkook and keeps still. “Okay, then. I guess you don’t need my help.”

Jungkook stands his ground. “No, I don’t.”

“Alright. Forget I asked, then.”

“I will.”

“Fine.”

“Good.” Jungkook crosses his arms, as if to say that’s that.

They stare at each other. When it’s clear to Seokjin that Jungkook has made up his mind, he reaches for the door handle and begins turning it to leave.

But Jungkook is suddenly surging forward, hands grabbing Seokjin’s face and sealing his lips back onto his hyung’s. Seokjin makes a surprised noise but reciprocates immediately, opening his mouth up to Jungkook.

Jungkook crowds Seokjin against his door and his hyung lets him. Jungkook begins to map out Seokjin’s chest and his hyung lets him. His hand drags down his side, his stomach, past his pelvis, onto Seokjin’s cock and his hyung lets him. And Jungkook’s mind is in a haze, hands hurried as if in a race to keep touching and touching and touching before Seokjin changes his mind and finally says ‘No.’

Jungkook begins to bring his hand over, dipping down to squeeze Seokjin’s ass in his hands. And Seokjin still lets him. Jungkook is ecstatic, giddy, too eager. He lets his excitement get to him and he’s slipping his hand into Seokjin’s sweats, the pads of his fingers grazing over the shape of Seokjin’s ass. He gets braver by the minute, moaning unabashedly into Seokjin’s mouth as their tongues melt into each other’s.

Seokjin pushes back on Jungkook, walking them back until the back of Jungkook’s knees are hitting the corner of the bed and they’re both toppling over. Seokjin’s lips are connecting with his neck and Jungkook keens, exposing himself further for Seokjin to taste. He feels the older’s fingers raise his shirt above his chest, hands grabbing for a pec and squeezing.

Jungkook shimmies out of his sweats the moment Seokjin begins to kiss lower. Seokjin glances up at Jungkook when he gives a nipple a kiss and begins climbing down Jungkook’s body until he’s sinking down to his knees. Seokjin’s hands come up to Jungkook’s thighs and Jungkook swears he can come from the sight of Seokjin in between his legs.

And then Seokjin pushes his tongue out and licks at Jungkook’s cock. Something in his brain catches on fire and Jungkook has to restrain himself from coming when Seokjin seals his lips around Jungkook’s cockhead. Jungkook can tell Seokjin is smirking even with his mouth full, and all he can do is watch as Seokjin slurps around his head before he’s slowly taking more of Jungkook in.

It’s crazy to witness and it’s even crazier to feel. Seokjin’s tongue is pressing against the prominent vein of Jungkook’s cock, tongue purposefully swirling as he goes. He begins to bob his head up and down, constricting his throat and swallowing each time he gets to the base. Jungkook bucks his hips, ramming himself further into Seokjin’s mouth and the older opens up his throat and lets Jungkook fuck himself in deeper.

But not enough to make him come. At least not yet. Just as when Jungkook is beginning to pick up a rhythm, Seokjin pops Jungkook’s cock out of his mouth. Jungkook watches as a string of spit connects him to Seokjin until it snaps.

Seokjin chuckles at him and Jungkook can’t even begin to guess at what his face must looks like now. But Seokjin looks like the devil when he stands up to full height, thumbs pushing his sweats down along with his boxers, and stepping out of them.

Jungkook eyes Seokjin’s cock, the veins crawling up his hip. His hyung hangs heavy in between his legs, the wide girth and its length making Jungkook’s mouth water.

Seokjin climbs back up on the bed, his long legs on either sides of Jungkook’s hips. Jungkook doesn’t waste a second when he pulls Seokjin down to him and kisses him stupid.

His hands begin to wander, his hands going beneath Seokjin’s shirt as he feels for his nipples, pinching at the erect buds. He feels Seokjin laugh a little and Jungkook toughens himself and brings his hand up to the older’s back. He follows the path of his spine, dipping down to his lower back, to the shape of his ass, and letting himself sink his fingers into the crevice that leads him to Seokjin’s hole.

Jungkook startles when his hands are snatched away. Tight fists lock around his wrist and Seokjin is raising both hands over his head, effectively pinning him in place.

Jungkook blinks at him, confused. “What are you doing?”

“What are you doing?” Seokjin throws back. “Do you think I’m bottoming for you?”

“Well.” Jungkook scans Seokjin’s face. “Yes?”

Jungkook expected a lot of things, but never Seokjin laughing right in his face. Seokjin just shakes his head. He kisses Jungkook’s cheek and begins to crawl down his body again. This time, Seokjin pushes Jungkook’s legs apart and kneels down enough to be face first with Jungkook’s hole.

“Hyung—” Jungkook begins to close his legs but Seokjin is faster, quick to pull his legs apart again as Seokjin plants a kiss on his inner thigh. Jungkook knows that Seokjin is letting him splutter for words, for anything, as Seokjin presses another kiss on his inner thigh, this time much higher. Jungkook can feel Seokjin’s hot breath against his opening now and he struggles a little, hand shooting up to curl around the strands of Seokjin’s hair. “Hyung, wait. Please—I—I’ve never bottomed before and this—”

“Hm?” Seokjin nuzzles against his inner thigh, nose purposefully hitting his hole lightly. “Our Jungkookie has never taken cock before?”

“No,” Jungkook breathes out, shaking his head quickly. “And I don’t—”

“Mm.” Seokjin’s hands curls around his thighs and Jungkook knows that Seokjin will not take ‘no’ for an answer. “How ‘bout this, Jungkookie. Hyung will eat you out.” Seokjin kisses right onto his puckered hole and Jungkook almost jumps away. Seokjin is quick to hold him in place. “If you absolutely hate it,” Seokjin licks at his hole and Jungkook squirms from it, “we’ll stop. Okay?”

Seokjin doesn’t wait for an answer, he dives right in, leaving Jungkook clutching at the sheets as he feels Seokjin licks around his tight hole, wetting him profusely. Jungkook bites at his lip, unsure what he should be feeling or if he should be feeling anything at all. Jungkook knows what rimming is, he’s done it on others multiple times. But to have it done on him?

At first Jungkook just feels the pressure of Seokjin’s tongue, swiping experimentally around his hole. It’s fine, Jungkook thinks, this is okay. It’s basically just pressure. But then Seokjin is inserting a thumb into his hole and stretching him open. That alone has Jungkook gasping, legs mechanically wanting to shut close and pushing Seokjin away. But Seokjin does the unthinkable and spears him with his tongue, pressing against his insides and thoroughly soaking him wet.

And it’s supposed to be just the pressure, really. That’s all there should be to it, but Seokjin is flicking his tongue and joining it with a finger and he pokes against something that makes Jungkook jolt.

Jungkook knows what a prostate is, knows enough about it anatomically to know where to begin looking for it and how. But he’s never imagined looking for his own or stimulating it. Until today. Until Seokjin is reaching a finger in and pressing against it, and then another and he’s zeroing in on the swollen gland with two of his fingers and grinding.

“Fuck!” Jungkook groans out, legs trembling. He puts an arm over his mouth and tries to bite down on his wrist to keep from moaning aloud, but Seokjin does something with his tongue and Jungkook shivers all over, uncontrollable chills quickly making its way throughout his entire body. Seokjin keeps going and Jungkook can no longer differentiate how his tongue and fingers feel because now everything is melted into one giant ball of bliss. What Jungkook doesn’t know is that he’s coming, coming untouched from solely having his prostate fondled.

It’s Seokjin’s deep laughter that makes Jungkook come back to himself. When he opens his eyes, Seokjin is on top of him again, hair falling over his face. The grin on his hyung’s face is wicked, triumphant, cocky even.

“How was your first time coming from having your ass eaten?” Seokjin teases.

“Jesus,” Jungkook throws an arm over his eyes. “Fuck. That hit me like a freight train.”

Seokjin hums at that. Jungkook feels the older pull away his arm and he lets him. Seokjin kisses his nose. “Hyung is going to keep going, okay?”

Jungkook closes his eyes and nods his head, blindly agreeing. Seokjin pinches his chin and commands, “No, open your eyes. Watch me.”

Jungkook opens his eyes slowly. Seokjin swoops down and kisses him right on the lips and Jungkook can’t begin to comprehend how that felt like a reward. Jungkook feels Seokjin press against the back of his thighs. He looks down in between them and watches as Seokjin fists at his cock, jerks himself out a little, and then lines himself up against Jungkook’s hole.

Seokjin cradles Jungkook’s face when he whispers, “Hyung is coming in.”

Jungkook braces himself, curling his arms around Seokjin’s neck as he buries his face against the expanse of his throat. He feels Seokjin’s cockhead slip inside him and he gasps at the stretch. There’s an urge to kick away, run away, ask Seokjin to stop, but the more dominant part of Jungkook’s brain is telling him to keep still, keep his legs spread open obediently for Seokjin as his hyung slowly enters, filling him up bit by bit.

“Relax for hyung, Jungkook-ah,” Seokjin whispers.

Jungkook nods his head. “I’m trying.”

“I know,” Seokjin kisses his cheek. “You’re doing so well for me.”

Seokjin keeps pushing in until he isn’t. Seokjin pauses. He lets Jungkook breathe before he’s pulling out and rocking back in. Jungkook clutches Seokjin close to him, groaning loudly as he feels himself stretch wider to accommodate Seokjin. Seokjin grazes his prostate and Jungkook gasps out at the sudden pressure.

“Right there,” Seokjin tells him. “Right?”

Jungkook nods, albeit a little shyly. Seokjin continues to rock his hips, pace picking up. Jungkook begins to relax, his limbs melting into the mattress as he feels himself succumb to every pleasure Seokjin punches into his body. Jungkook begins to moan unabashedly, letting himself get lost in this new-found sensation.

“Good,” Seokjin licks the shell of Jungkook’s ear. “It’s good, right?”

“Mm,” Jungkook groans. “Good.”

“That’s good to hear,” Seokjin kisses his earlobe. “Then, hyung will put the rest in.”

“The rest—?” Jungkook’s eyelids fly open. He looks in between them and sees that Seokjin is barely halfway in. Jungkook’s jaw drops as Seokjin manages to push in deeper and deeper. Jungkook takes deep breathes, his brows screwing together as the pressure inside him builds at an exponential rate. Seokjin keeps pushing and Jungkook begins to grind his teeth.

“Seokjin-hyung—wait!” Jungkook gasps when he feels Seokjin place immense pressure on his prostate. And yet, Seokjin’s still moving and Jungkook is now out of breath.

When finally Seokjin is fully inside him, Jungkook feels impaled. He doesn’t dare move an inch, and air refuses to sink past his throat. Seokjin grinds deep inside him and something inside Jungkook’s body shatters into pieces. He knows he’s on the brink of coming and he doesn’t know how to stop it.

Seokjin locks his fingers around the base of Jungkook’s cock. He presses down ruthlessly on Jungkook’s slit, refusing to let him reach his climax. Seokjin tells him, “I’m only getting started, Kook-ah. Behave yourself for hyung, won’t you?”

Jungkook attempts to open his mouth, but no air courses through his lungs. He’s stock-still and afraid to move an inch. And yet Seokjin is ruthless, beginning to pull back only to slam back in to the hilt. This time, Jungkook finds his voice and he buries his face into Seokjin’s neck when he lets out a muffled half groan half scream. He doesn’t bother masking the noises he’s making, no longer even tries to calm all his nerves. He knows that Seokjin knows he’s trembling from head to toe and nothing in Jungkook’s capacity can make that stop. He knows that he is in Seokjin’s mercy, and he knows that Seokjin knows that he knows as much.

“Are you okay?” Seokjin asks in between hard thrusts, hard enough to send the bed rocking and knocking against the wall.

Jungkook wants nothing more than to smack the lights out of this hyung, but all he can muster is a guttural groan as his fingers drag down the length of Seokjin’s back. Jungkook can feel his legs tremble, and he tries to hide it by locking his ankles over Seokjin's back. But that just seems to make Seokjin rock faster into him, hips erratic and crazed and possessed.

Seokjin chuckles against the shell of Jungkook’s ear. “I’ll take that as a yes.” Seokjin pulls back and sits on his heels and Jungkook hisses as the pressure inside him shifts. Seokjin pats at Jungkook’s thigh and pushes him to roll on his stomach. “C’mon, Jungkookie, maybe this’ll make it easier for you.”

Jungkook dutifully lays flat on his tummy, his ass up. He doesn’t even get to look over his shoulders to watch Seokjin push back into him when the older is suddenly all inside him in one slow movement. Jungkook buries his face in his arms, trying to mask his moans but failing.

How can this be easier on him? Now that he’s on his stomach, Seokjin’s cock is positioned right against his prostate, the blunt head repeatedly hammering down on his spot.

“Hyung—” Jungkook cries out. He hears the sob from his own voice. “Please—this is—”

“See?” Seokjin pistons right into him. He kisses Jungkook’s shoulder, “It’s much easier to come this way, right?”

Jungkook is beginning to see lighting at the back of his irises. He tries to bite down the loud groans punched out of him, but every attempt is futile when Seokjin’s thrusts are unrelenting, as if on a mission to make Jungkook a pathetic, quivering mess. And he is, he knows he is, and he knows that this is Seokjin enjoying himself to the utmost.

The thunder rumbles throughout his body, his spine quaking and sending earthquakes across all his scorched veins. Jungkook doesn’t get to shoot Seokjin a warning. He loses his balance, entire body having a life of its own as Seokjin drags his cock against his prostate one, two, three more time before Jungkook’s entire world is rapturing.

He doesn’t remember much after that. Jungkook is pretty sure that he’s having an out of body experience, all his veins sparking with electricity with every push and pull from Seokjin. All he remembers is that Seokjin is laughing in his ear, hips still beating harshly against the plump flesh of his ass despite Jungkook being spent.

He can’t recall if Seokjin came at all. All that he remembers is that when he’s opening his eyes again, the lights in his room are off, the glow of the outside is navy blue, and Seokjin is sleeping soundly beside him. Face serene, arms wrapped protectively over Jungkook’s waist.

And if he cozies into Seokjin’s side, face mushing into his eldest hyung’s warmth, he knows Seokjin wouldn’t stop him.

⛓

“Oh?” The producer has a surprised look on his face. “Jeon Jungkook-ssi? Your sound’s changed.”

Jungkook scratches behind his ear sheepishly. “Did it?”

“Mm,” the producer plays his recording back to him. “You sound a lot more raw. Have you been practicing a lot?”

Jungkook licks his lips and asks the producer, “Is it bad?”

“No, you were wonderful,” the producer praises. “Keep at it. Whatever you did, it was excellent. I’m loving this new sound on you, Jungkook-ssi.”

From across the booth’s glass, he sees Seokjin duck his head and try to hide that very proud smirk. Jungkook would have smacked him if he could, but he listens obediently to the producer and puts his headphones back on and focuses as he waits for his beat to come.

Just as when Jungkook hears his cue, he makes the mistake of looking in Seokjin’s direction. His hyung flashes him a smirk and mouths ‘Whenever you want me, Jungkook-ah.’

Jungkook splutters and misses his cue. He apologizes profusely and the producers waves it off with a thumbs up. Jungkook tells him he’s ready and this time, he focuses on his sheet music, trying with all his might to ignore that proud look on Seokjin's face.