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The first thing Jeongguk registers is that his phone has been blowing up with notifications.
The second thing he registers is that he’s lying face first on the cold tile of his bathroom floor, still fully dressed in wrinkled clothes that smell a lot like sweat and regrets. Straight absinthe kind of regrets.
The third thing he registers is that he might break the record of having the worst hangover in his life.
Well, it’s already expected, considering the truck-worthy amount of alcohol Jimin had managed to haul over to Jeongguk’s apartment last night to celebrate Namjoon— and as he quotes Taehyung words—entering his old man arc. Namjoon is now officially moved in and settled down with his boyfriend slash future fiance.
And among a bunch of confused college kids who are still trying to figure out how an air fryer fucking works, they all feel the need to throw Namjoon the nastiest and most chaotic bachelor party.
It works. Jeongguk feels like death itself currently.
And adding to the mix, his phone buzzes again. Alright, that was way too loud. He could literally go deaf from the ping.
“Calm down, jeez,” Jeongguk mutters to the phone and clicks randomly on one message.
Hello, is this still available?
The message reads. Looks like an automatically generated text from… Facebook marketplace? Sent by a user with a default profile picture named, uh, Kim S. Who the fuck is Kim S?
Jeongguk clicks on the profile link, but there’s almost no personal information. None!
Who is this? Jeongguk replies and throws the phone on top of the toilet lid to wash his face.
Mere seconds later, his phone pings again. I want to purchase your chair. Is it still available?
What chair?
Jeongguk, now a changed man with a clean face and a slightly clearer brain, decides with all his wits to click on the item that apparently he himself last night advertised. (he’s pretty sure that someone messed with his phone, either Taehyung or Jimin.)
The item for sale is named CHAIR!! under the photo of… his face, all big eyes and wide smile.
The condition states that it—him, is “used - like new”. The description reads, “Chair for sale. Great for sitting on 😏. Won’t find a more comfortable chair on marketplace. Free delivery”.
And the price is $1.
Okay.
What the fuck?
Did his friends just sell him?? At freaking $1???
What the fuck?? He exclaims out loud while texting this Kim S.
Is the chair still available? I don’t want to ask the fourth time you idiot.
First of all, rude. Second of all, who the hell uses a full stop while texting? Third of all, what is this creep even on?
dude seriously? thats my face?? r u blind or stupid?
I’m not blind or stupid! The message comes instantly with an aggressive exclamation point. And don’t call me dude when I’m inquiring about having my ass eaten.
“WHAT?” Jeongguk roars to himself. He also texts back as much with lots of question marks.
You put it up for sale. I’m inquiring about buying it.
stop saying inquiring!! and Im not selling myself wtf? its a joke! my friedns posted it fuck you im not gonna eat yo ass!!!
Why not?
Jeongguk reads the message. He takes another moment to read the message again.
huh?
You have a nice face. I have a nice ass.
Jeongguk blinks.
I think it’s meant to be. Another loud silence passes. My ass, eaten, that is.
R U CYBERBULLYING ME???
I’m asking you a question, dumbass! Wanting my ass eaten is not cyberbullying.
sexual harrassment!!!! you said ass and eaten 5 times i could literally report you rn!!!
You posted a pic of your face and sold it as a chair!!
my friends did not me r u fucking me>?
Bitch im trying to. so what youre not gonna eat my ass?
WTF ofc not how many times i have to tell u!!1!
well why not?
Jeongguk thinks he’d rather choke on his blood and die than continue with this conversation. But the moment he’s about to throw his phone into the void, it buzzes again
Jeongguk doesn’t understand why he clicks on Kim S’s message. Do you need proof?
what proof?
My ass. I have a nice ass. The speech bubbles pop up. Then stop. Then pop up again. My ex told me. And promptly what follows the text is a downloadable… zip file. Most likely to be a 4k Ultra HD photo of this Kim S’s ass, with their ex as reference.
It’s 10 in the morning, Jeongguk really doesn’t have to go through with all of this. He could turn his phone off, go get some decent breakfast to calm the hangover down, and block this person once and for all. Yeah, that sounds good, he’ll take responsibility for his life and do the right thing.
He downloads the file anyway.
Alright, in his defense, it’s ass.
The file reveals a side shot in front of the mirror, showing pale skin from the lower torso down to the thighs. The ass is clearly the focus of the photo, with the way it curves and is hugged by snug black briefs and is very much right in your face, a handful that demands attention.
Jeongguk’s intuition is proven to be correct because damn, that’s some ass. Round and firm and packed with muscles, but also must be soft to the touch and easy to sink his whole palms in if he were to squeeze the cheeks.
It’s probably the nicest ass Jeongguk’s ever seen. The point is, this Kim S. guy and his ex definitely didn’t lie and suddenly Jeongguk’s mouth is filled with an excessive and embarrassing amount of saliva. And did he mention the thick thighs and the obvious bulge and the toned V-cut that get caught in the shot? Yeah, Kim has it all. A full package!
Jeongguk can’t see his face though, but with how nice his ass is, Jeongguk speculates the carpet must match the drapes. So, he feels very justified to skip all other messages saying hi handsome to text Kim S, whats the address for delivery?
Jeongguk doesn’t think a mere joke from his drunk friends would come to this. But it has. And after a few very distracted lectures, here he is, on the train on a Saturday night to go to his dick appointment.
Well, ass appointment. Asspointment.
Kim S’s place is a bit far from his apartment, located in the bougie area of the city. Geez, this guy must be loaded, Jeongguk thinks as he strolls to the fancy glass door and punches in the fancy apartment numbers and presses the fancy intercom button of the building.
“Hello?” A static voice reverberates from the speaker, deep and rich, sending a shiver down Jeongguk’s spine amidst the August chill air.
“Uh, hey!” Jeongguk squeaks. “It’s Jeongguk. Your—um, your asspointment?”
There’s silence. Jeongguk feels super stupid for blurting out that lame pun. But he thinks he hears a little laugh, it's hard to tell, maybe Jeongguk's imagining it. Then clearing his throat Kim just says, “You can go up now,” short and concise.
So with a beep from the door and loud bangs of his heart, Jeongguk squeezes the bouquet he bought earlier (yes, he’s not an animal) and strides across the lobby toward the elevator.
Once inside, he spares a moment to fix his wild curls in front of the mirror and adjust the shape of his hoodie. His hair is a little messy and the hoodie is a little threadbare with faint white spots near the hem (don’t ask him what they are). Jeongguk sighs and gives up, he can only hope that his mouth is able to make up for all of this.
It only takes a few minutes to reach Kim’s apartment. Jeongguk presses a palm over his chest and finally, rings the bell.
Tons of scenarios trample over his thoughts like a herd of mad cows. But never in a million years does Jeongguk expect the person behind the door to be—him. Silky black hair, deep brown eyes, sharp jawline.
Oh, Kim S.
Kim Seokjin.
“Jeongguk,” Seokjin says, less of a question and more of a statement.
Jeongguk nods distractedly, still entranced with Seokjin's eyes. “Yeah, that’s me, Jeon, uh, Jeon Jeongguk. Hi, how—how you doin’?”
“Good. You can call me Hyung,” Seokjin says and steps aside, but Jeongguk remains rooted at the threshold, until Seokjin frowns. “Come in, we don’t have all night.”
Right, the asspointment.
“Sorry for the intrusion!” Jeongguk yells and walks in, flinching a little as the door clicks shut behind him. There are loud thumps in his ears. His frantic heartbeats don't allow him to look around or get used to the surroundings, instead, they make him flounder in the foyer, unsure of what to do.
God, he feels so lame.
“Stop being so nervous,” Seokjin says and walks past Jeongguk into the apartment. His freshly showered scent wafting by makes Jeongguk’s stomach squirm. “Take off your shoes, your indoor slippers are over there. Do you want me to put away your bag?”
“No! No, I’m good, thanks!” Jeongguk exclaims and kicks off his shoes to rush toward Seokjin. He pushes the bouquet into Seokjin’s chest. “This is—uh, this is for you.”
Seokjin takes a moment to stare at the flowers squished to his chest, long enough for Jeongguk to feel like this is all a mistake and the next second he’s going to be kicked out of the apartment.
But before Jeongguk can take the bouquet back and make up some horrible excuses like he just got back from visiting the cemetery or whatever, Seokjin takes the flowers with a mutter, “Thanks.” He walks into the kitchen without looking up at Jeongguk. But Jeongguk doesn’t miss the way Seokjin's ears tint red.
Okay. Okay. That wasn’t entirely bad.
Relief floods over Jeongguk's body. His stiffened shoulders shag down as he finally takes a careful look around the apartment. It’s standard, and new, almost untouched with barely any personal items in the living room. At the far corner, Jeongguk can see a few boxes and a suitcase.
Did Seokjin just move into this place? And what, his first housewarming party is having Jeongguk eat his ass?
Jeongguk’s not against it, just—
He yelps a little at the fuzzy feeling on his lower calf. It’s uh—it’s a little puppy. Of course Seokjin has a puppy. Of course he does, and on top of his gorgeous face and his gorgeous ass and his gorgeous body too that makes him so unfairly perfect!
The puppy doesn’t seem to notice Jeongguk’s turmoil though, it arches its yips and headbutts him repeatedly with its tail wagging playfully. Ugh, this is all Kim Seokjin’s scheme, getting his puppy out to fucking seduce Jeongguk!
Jeongguk doesn’t complain.
“Aren’t you the cutest?” he coos and squats down to scratch its chin. Docilely, the puppy rubs its face all over Jeongguk’s knuckles and tries to lick his hand. And when he runs his hand along its body, it flicks the butt and tail up, drawing an earth-splitting grin out of Jeongguk. “Did your dad tell you to seduce me? Honey trap? He doesn’t have to, but it’s working.”
The puppy barks and plops down sideways on the floor, granting Jeongguk access to its soft belly. Jeongguk can quite literally die out of happiness right now.
“What’re you doing?”
Jeongguk jerks his head up at the looming figure of Seokjin, frowning. The way he pulls off looking good in that constipated expression is beyond Jeongguk. When he's serious, Seokjin looks damn intimidating.
With hand brushing up and down the puppy’s belly, Jeongguk shrugs. “Your puppy seems to like me.”
“I’m not talking to you.” Seokjin glares. Seeing Seokjin frowning so much, Jeongguk wonders if something happened.
Seokjin swats Jeongguk’s hand away and picks the puppy up like he’s holding a baby. No wonder it’s so spoiled, having Seokjin as an owner. Ignoring Jeongguk’s stare, Seokjin starts to—babytalk his puppy. “What’re you doing? We can’t just show our belly to everyone. Have some self-respect, you hear me?”
Well, you showed me your ass after a few minutes, so…
But that’s something Jeongguk would like to keep to himself. He prefers watching Seokjin trying to lecture his puppy while trying to avoid the puppy's tongue happily darting out to lick him, than being kicked out to the road.
“Should we—uh, get into it?” Jeongguk asks as Seokjin once again emerges from the kitchen, puppy-less, though the furs all over his black hoodie are an indication of how much he just cuddled his puppy.
He looks—he looks really cute like this. And suddenly Jeongguk doesn’t want to just eat his ass anymore.
But Seokjin nods and gestures toward the door. “My room is over there, the bathroom is inside. You can go wash up if you want to, I’ll be there in a sec.”
So Jeongguk closes his mouth shut and scurries into the room. After a long moment of cleaning himself up (just in case), he walks out of the bathroom with simply his shorts on, to the sight of Seokjin lying with his back down on the bed in only his briefs that are already straining.
His skin pale, marred by red blotches and basked under the fluorescent light, heaving, waiting. Jeongguk can’t move, can’t take his eyes off Seokjin. He can only breathe out a small, “Wow.”
Seokjin’s trying to stay composed but his face is getting redder by the seconds, until Jeongguk’s gaze on him starts to become unbearable, and he has to look away. “Hurry up. Stop staring.”
Jeongguk jolts awake from his reverie and walks to the bed. But considering Seokjin’s pursed lips and his tight expression, he turns around and flicks the light off before making his way over.
“Wha—” Seokjin’s voice echoes in the dark.
Jeongguk fumbles to turn on the yellow night lamp at the bedside. The dim and warm light instead of harsh fluorescent makes Seokjin’s shoulders ease down. But his blush starts to deepen and spread all over his face now, all the way down to his neck and chest with how close Jeongguk is.
“Is this okay?” Jeongguk asks, his voice sounding strained and hoarse in his own ears.
“Yeah,” Seokjin breathes, then he clears his throat. “Do you want to—uh, lie down? Or do you want me to—”
Jeongguk chuckles as Seokjin trips on his words. Seokjin closes his mouth shut.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean—” Jeongguk waves a hand, “it’s okay, we don’t have to get to it right away. I mean, it won’t be fun for either of us if you’re this nervous.”
“Yeah, sorry,” Seokjin mumbles to the bedsheet. “I don’t—I’m not used to—”
“I told you, it’s fine,” Jeongguk says and inches closer to the bedside. “Can I kiss you first, then?”
Seokjin’s breath hitches. Among the slow dripping of time and the intimate swirl of the yellow light, Jeongguk sees the smallest hint of a nod, and that’s enough incentive for him to sink one knee on the mattress.
Seokjin shuffles aside to make room for him, and Jeongguk would have thanked him, if his throat isn’t preoccupied with his heart currently, with how good Seokjin smells, how good he looks, how good he’ll feel when Jeongguk kisses him senseless.
Jeongguk gets both knees on the bed and swings one over Seokjin to straddle his hips. No movement too harsh or too abrupt, he wants to savor this moment when he runs his fingertips down Seokjin’s arms, feels them stiffen and shiver under the slight, teasing touches.
That’s fine, that’s what Jeongguk wants anyway, to build Seokjin’s expectation up and fill it to the brim so he won’t be able to find anything better than this. And as he reaches Seokjin’s fisted hands, he takes them and places them on his waist.
“You can touch me,” Jeongguk whispers, almost muted, but Seokjin nods and smoothes over his skin with his large palms anyway. Even his hands are beautiful. A pianist's hands. Jeongguk's breath turns rough, heavy.
Slowly, deliberately, Jeongguk leans down and holds Seokjin’s cheeks which are illuminated by the yellow light, touching the heat that resembles the first sunlight after a long winter. His thumbs caress the line of his high cheekbones, hoping to ease any anxiety left in Seokjin’s system. It works, Jeongguk thinks, as Seokjin says, “I know you.”
“Hm?"
Seokjin looks up. “Biochem, we have the same lecture. You’re the one who always asks stupid questions,” Seokjin says, then he lowers his eyes. “Uh, you don’t really know me, though.”
I do. Jeongguk almost says, but he bites down the fleeting words for a grin. “So what? You’re saying that you’ve been crushing on me all this time? Even before you texted me?”
“Don’t be stupid,” Seokjin grumbles. “You have a dumb mouth, that’s all I’m saying.”
“It’s not always dumb, though,” Jeongguk murmurs and hunches down to meet Seokjin’s eyes level. “I’m going to kiss you now, okay?”
Seokjin doesn’t reply. That’s fine, Jeongguk doesn’t need him to. With hands still holding Seokjin’s face, he leans in carefully, until their heaving breaths lace with one another, and without waiting any longer, he kisses Seokjin.
Seokjin is endearingly awkward with kissing, his mouth is stiff and his hands on Jeongguk’s body are even stiffer. But similar to everything that’s ridiculous about him, he still manages to make Jeongguk heady and dizzy all the same.
Jeongguk tilts his face aside and captures Seokjin’s lower lip, gentle tugs and squeezes between his teeth, followed by a wet suck that drags Seokjin along with his rhythm. Push and pull. Not too soft and not too harsh.
Seokjin follows his guide well. Their tongues graze each other, tracing the edges, taunting. Until Jeongguk leans back and Seokjin surges forward to chase Jeongguk’s lips while yanking him close by the waist to press their clothed cocks together.
Their moans are muffled by the kiss, and when they pull away with a dirty smack of saliva, breaths fast and eyes closed, Seokjin rubs his plush lips against Jeongguk’s cheek and pants, “Good?”
Jeongguk only has time to nod before angling his face aside to kiss Seokjin again, with much more pressure, much more want, much more need. And Seokjin reciprocates them all.
The kiss turns sloppy, messy, more tongues and less lips, drowning their ears in wet smacks, soft moans, and the faintest squeaks of the bed as they move together, searching blindly for as much skin-on-skin contact as they can.
“Hyung,” Jeongguk gasps whenever he catches a breath, “oh, Hyung,” again and again, like his name is the only thing that can save Jeongguk from the assaults of his own emotions, his own thoughts. He’s getting too worked up, he knows. But how can he not when the person invading his mind is Seokjin.
Seokjin who sings and plays the piano. Seokjin with a blush and a tiny smile upon seeing the flowers. Seokjin with a puppy in his arms and furs on his clothes. Seokjin with Jeongguk’s name on his tongue, eager to run his hands up and down Jeongguk’s skin, wanting Jeongguk as much as Jeongguk wants him. Seokjin Seokjin. That’s the only thing on his mind right now—
Ah, well, that’s not entirely true.
Jeongguk breaks away from the kiss, nearly having a heart attack at Seokjin’s protesting whine. Still, he powers through. Kissing can wait, he has more important stuff to do now. “C’mon, let’s get that ass in my mouth.”
“Wu–huh?”
“Your ass, my mouth,” Jeongguk says while pointing at Seokjin’s butt and his lips. Then he smashes his hands together to make a BAM sound effect. “Hurry, I really want to eat your ass right now.”
Seokjin snorts. “That’s gay.”
“Fuck you, eating ass doesn’t have gender!” Jeongguk huffs and shoves Seokjin aside to lie with his back down. “Quick, clothes off, ass over here.”
“Calm down,” Seokjin chides while shrugging his briefs off. His cock wet and half-hard, making Jeongguk’s mouth water. “Way to kill the mood.”
“What? Don’t want it?” Jeongguk opens his mouth wide and rolls his tongue out as he locks eyes with Seokjin. The excessive saliva drips down from the corner of his lips.
This time, Seokjin doesn’t have any problem with it. He does let out an annoyed tut but Jeongguk knows that’s just for show. Because seconds later, he’s straddling Jeongguk’s head and hovering above his face with his palms on Jeongguk’s chest as support. “Is this oka—”
Seokjin cuts off with a choke as Jeongguk slaps his buttcheeks hard like a man possessed, squeezing them until the reddened flesh spills between his fingers. Then he’s spreading them apart, then moving them in circular motions, then pushing them apart once again. No one can really blame him, though, he’s been thinking about this ass a lot for the past few days (even longer before the text if he has to admit). And now, when he finally gets his hands on it—them, it’s everything that Jeongguk’s fantasized about—a handful of meat; firm, perky, soft—a combination that is heavenly to touch.
“Stop being a weirdo,” Seokjin says and wiggles his ass away from Jeongguk’s vice grip.
Jeongguk spanks him again, earning a squawk from Seokjin. “And stop slapping my butt!”
“Sorry, sorry,” Jeongguk says without any remorse as he smoothes his hands over the hot and reddened cheeks. “You have a really nice ass.”
“I know that already,” Seokjin mumbles, sounding like he’s blushing. “Dumbass.” Uh huh, he’s definitely blushing.
“Don’t be shy, Hyuuuuung,” Jeongguk drawls with a snicker. “C’mon, sit down.”
“I am sitting down!”
“I mean like all the way! I can’t get my tongue in if you keep hovering like that!”
Seokjin turns around to stare down at Jeongguk, looking so scandalized. “Wha—won’t I choke you to death? I’m not into fucking those dead guys—uh, whatever the term is!”
If that’s how I die, then so be it. Jeongguk thinks as he brushes his hands over the small of Seokjin’s back with a reassuring smile, “You won’t hurt me, I promise.”
Seokjin frowns, if only for a second, before he turns away, his ears red. “Idiot,” he says again, and Jeongguk feels dizzy like he’s swooning.
“‘Hyung,” Jeongguk says, eliciting a shaky breath from Seokjin. “Sit on my face, please. Sit all the way down. I need to taste you.”
Maybe it’s the desperate plea. Whatever, Jeongguk doesn’t care. What he does care is that Seokjin is slowly lowering his body until he’s smothering Jeongguk’s face with his ass. Perfect. Jeongguk got him exactly where he wants him to be.
He starts slow, doesn’t want to startle Seokjin yet. Jeongguk knows his way and he knows how to make his partners feel good, so soft touches first.
He breathes against Seokjin’s cheeks, then switches between gentle kisses and slight sucks here and there. Enough to tease him, rile him up, but not to satisfy him. He likes to keep Seokjin on his toes, showing him the faintest glimpses of pleasure before yanking them away, urging him to chase them himself, if he wants them that badly.
And luckily for Jeongguk, Seokjin does.
Seokjin’s hips a fluid movement as he rocks back and forth on Jeongguk’s face, his voice a pathetic little whine. “More, please.”
Jeongguk moves away and says, “Jeongguk.”
“What?”
“Call my name from now on,” his voice hardens, an undeniable command. Being pushy and demanding with everything he wants is both his strength and flaw. “If I don't hear you call me Jeongguk, this stops. Got it?”
“Jeongguk—Jeongguk,” Seokjin complies, babbling nonstop even when he sounds like he’s having a mouthful of spit to choke on. “Fuck, please fuck me, need your tongue inside, please I want it so bad.”
Jeongguk shivers. He doesn’t expect Seokjin to be so loud in bed, so honest, so shameless. And it’s really, really hot.
So Jeongguk pulls Seokjin's hips down to suffocate his own face with the soft flesh. It’s a bit hard to breathe, but that’s fine, Jeongguk wants this. Wants to get his lips on Seokjin’s rim, wants to have his tongue inside, wants to hear more of Seokjin losing his mind, moaning for him, crying out his name.
A string of high-pitched, delirious noises is wrenched out of Seokjin; yes, Jeongguk-ah, yes, fuck me hard, I want you, I want you — desperate and brainless like he doesn’t know what to do with himself anymore.
Got him. Jeongguk smirks and cranes his chin up to get more of his tongue in, to control the thrusts and the bites with just the right amount of pressure that Seokjin needs without hitting his tipping point too soon.
Jeongguk’s a messy eater. His tongue works overtime and there’s an unbridled amount of spit collecting on his chin. Fortunately, Seokjin seems to appreciate the hard work, with the way he pushes his ass back to fuck Jeongguk’s face, humping so frantically that he might choke Jeongguk. The way his knees give out and he falls on top of Jeongguk, dick leaking precum on Jeongguk’s throat and face right up Jeongguk’s still clothed cock.
It doesn’t stay that way for long. Seokjin tugs on the waistband and Jeongguk lifts his waist to help Seokjin yank the briefs off. Jeongguk shivers a little now that his dick is exposed, a tight contrast between the cool air of the room and Seokjin’s burning breaths hovering above his tip.
Jeongguk doesn’t know what Seokjin’s doing (because he still has his face deep in Seokjin’s ass, duh), but Seokjin’s taking too long so Jeongguk thrusts his hips up because god, he needs some friction on his poor dick that hasn’t been touched since FOREVER.
Seokjin makes a weird noise and jolts up. “What the —? You just poked my eyes with your fucking dick!”
“It’s not like I can see!” Jeongguk yelps. But it reduces to a whimper when Seokjin backs away because Jeongguk's only a weak man. “No—wait, come back and suck my cock please! I need it, Hyung. Come on I need ittt!”
“I can’t have my ass eaten and suck cock at the same time!”
“I’m the one who’s doing all the eating here! Fuck you!”
Seokjin turns around with a sharp glare. “What did you just say to me?”
“Sorry, I’m sorry, alright?” Jeongguk concedes.
They should be doing better things than fighting.
“Just touch me, I want your hands, mouth, anything. Please, Hyung, just touch me.”
Seokjin doesn’t argue this time. He lies chest down again and Jeongguk gets his mouth back to business, trying to keep his rhythm steady and his moans restricted despite the explosion of pleasure having Seokjin’s hand around his cock, rubbing and pumping it in tandem with the speed Jeongguk’s tongue is fucking him.
The hand, that Jeongguk’s been dreaming about, is now touching his cock! That heady feeling takes over Jeongguk's rationales when he jerks his hips up to fuck into Seokjin’s fist, whines vibrating from the back of his throat as encouragement. And Seokjin must hear them, because soon, Jeongguk feels soft lips on the side of his cock with light sucks along the length, pushing the hot coil in his stomach into dangerous territory.
So Jeongguk wiggles his tongue even deeper inside and reaches his hand forward to stroke Seokjin’s cock. Hell, he might be eating Seokjin’s ass but he’s not letting Seokjin win!
Seokjin moans into Jeongguk’s dick, then his tip feels like it’s rubbing and smearing precum all over Seokjin’s face. Is—uh, Seokjin headbutting his cock?
"More,” Seokjin demands.
Jeongguk tries to obey.
Seokjin doesn’t appreciate it. “More, 'Ggukk, more!”
“That’s all there is!” Jeongguk hisses. “It’s just a fucking tongue!”
“Then put something longer in!” Seokjin snaps.
Jeongguk fumes. “Mine is average len—” he stops. “Oh… you mean like a dick.”
Seokjin doesn’t reply.
“Are you sure?”
“I mean—you already have your tongue in. It’s only fair if your dick has its share too.”
Jeongguk snorts. “That’s a very roundabout way to ask me to fuck you, Hyung.”
“Shut up,” Seokjin says. Then he sits up to reach for the lube and condom on the nightstand. A fit of giggles finds its way out of Jeongguk’s throat at the escalation of the event. So he’s getting laid and not just eating ass after all! Yeah!
“Stop making that face and help me,” Seokjin grumbles and drops Jeongguk the bottle of lube.
“Yes, boss! Right away, boss!” Jeongguk salutes and uncaps the bottle.
“You’re an idiot.”
An idiot that’s about to fuck your brains out. Jeongguk thinks to himself and gets his fingers slicked. He still keeps Seokjin there, above his face, so he can have both tongue and fingers inside when he unravels him whole.
It only takes two fingers and a few pushes of tongue for Jeongguk to have a faceful of an eager, desperate Seokjin, demanding to be mounted, to be fucked within an inch of his life.
Even when he’s pleading to have his insides rearranged, Seokjin still manages to sound all high and mighty. Fuck him! Jeongguk internally curses as his cock twitches in interest.
When Seokjin starts to chant yesyesyesyes and fucks himself on Jeongguk’s fingers like an animal in heat, Jeongguk slaps his butt and says, “Okay, off now, let’s boink.”
Seokjin cringes. “Say boink one more time and I’ll cut your balls off.”
“Yeah yeah, cut them off and put them up as Christmas decorations, all yours.” Jeongguk ignores the threat and rolls a condom on. “Maybe that’ll get you off the bitchless list.”
“I’m getting some bitch right now you idiot.”
“Your insults are getting old,” Jeongguk says, and holds up his cock like a proud pet. It’s big and meaty, of course he’s proud. “Ride me?”
Seokjin stares at his cock for a beat, then he looks up with a smirk. “What’s the magic word?”
“Expelliarmus—”
Seokjin conjures up a foot in Jeongguk’s mouth.
Seokjin has to huff and puff to completely sink down on the cock and Jeongguk also has to huff and puff to not combust on the spot and embarrass himself there and then. He’s not a virgin, he has stamina and practice. But shit does all of that burn down to hell when it comes to Seokjin.
It’s the Kim Seokjin that Jeongguk’s been crushing on (debatable) since first year of college when he walked in on Seokjin humming a heartfelt ballad to himself while playing the piano in the music room, completely unaware of Jeongguk watching him from the entrance.
And now he’s here, fucking himself on Jeongguk’s cock, panting with sweaty hair and red face and parched lips, looking like sex itself having the hottest intercourse with all of his fantasies. Jeongguk tips his face up and grinds the back of his head into the pillow, he’s not going to fucking last.
Okay. OKAY. Think unsexy thoughts, Jeongguk. Think. Uh, uh, roaches, morning breath, dried cum socks, Hoseok’s dead goldfish, microwaves—
“Hey,” Seokjin squirms on top of him. “Is this—is this not working for you?”
“No, I mean yes, I mean—” Jeongguk’s going to die! The residues of unsexy thoughts and Seokjin’s sexy voice mixing together turns into a goddamn cannon shooting at Jeongguk’s dick.
He struggles, “I just—give me a minute!”
Seokjin doesn’t move for the next second or two. But his impatience, and maybe a little pity, shows when he leans down to kiss Jeongguk. Nothing too heated nor rushed. Just simple presses and kitten licks.
Oh, now this works. Jeongguk can feel all of his chaotic thoughts wash away, making room for the softness of Seokjin’s lips and the sweetness of his affections. Seokjin seems to notice it too. The kiss ends with a lingering suck when he sits up straight again and says, “I’m going to move now, alright?”
“Yeah, yeah, go ahead,” Jeongguk nods with his whole body, “Enjoy your meal.”
And Seokjin does. He moves at a regulated pace at first, controlled bounces and undulated hip rolls to give them both pleasure, skirting just around the limit without crossing it. It feels—god, it feels so good! So warm and wet and Seokjin is fucking him so well.
“Yes, like that, Seokjin, yes,” Jeongguk moans between the constant squeaks of mattress springs. “You’re making me feel—so good. Fuck, so perfect, Seokjin, so good for me.”
Jeongguk thinks he might accidentally touched some sort of switches. Because Seokjin throws his head back and cries, long and unintelligible and wanton.
An unending stream of oh oh oh bounces off his throat every time he slams his hips down, letting Jeongguk know how pleased Seokjin is when his words have failed him.
Then with one palm reaching back and placing on Jeongguk’s knee for leverage, he starts to rock faster, harder, not paying any mind to Jeongguk’s scrunched-up face, as if he doesn’t care. As if he’s truly using Jeongguk’s cock as a mindless toy to chase his own pleasure, to wring Jeongguk dry and get what he wants.
Jeongguk feels so used like this, so filthy. He loves it.
“That’s right, harder,” he grits his teeth and jerks his hips up in tandem with Seokjin, hands running up and down his flexed thighs. “You want this, don’t you?”
Seokjin nods frantically while choking on a sob. He takes one of Jeongguk’s hands and presses it on his puffed-out chest. “Touch me,” he says, eyes hazy and cheeks dipping in crimson.
“Yeah, yes.” Jeongguk can’t do anything but agree. His hand smoothes over the strained muscles of Seokjin’s torso, mapping out every nook and cranny of his skin, where it starts and where it ends.
Seokjin likes it, loves it, the delicate dance of Jeongguk’s fingers on his moles, his ribs, the dip of his waist. So he squeezes Jeongguk’s hand and locks it in his left chest while fucking himself relentlessly. Red, weeping cock slaps on his navel and his head tips back to partly hide his vulnerable expression. Partly.
Jeongguk’s eyes widen at the glimpse of his face. He lets out a shaky breath. “You look, wow, you look—”
“What?”
“Nothing, never mind.”
“Tell me,” Seokjin insists, for some reason, “Jeongguk-ah.”
Jeongguk grinds his teeth. Fuck it. “Like you’re made for this. Bouncing on my cock, fucking yourself, taking me so well—fuck,” Jeongguk thrusts up sharp and spits, “Slut.”
True to Jeongguk’s words, Seokjin moans out, slutty and loud. Maybe the loudest he’s ever been. Living up to the name.
“Ggukk, help me, I want—please—”
Seokjin doesn’t have to finish the sentence for Jeongguk to understand what he needs. In a swift motion, he sits up and presses Seokjin down on his back, down on the bed, their foreheads knocking against each other. “You asked for it.”
That’s the only warning Jeongguk can give before he fucks Seokjin into oblivion. His hips move fast, harsh, unforgiving. He spreads Seokjin’s legs wide, pulling his cock out all the way and slamming right back into him.
For a moment, neither of them can speak, or kiss, or do anything else. Too focused on fucking and being fucked. The only sounds left are Jeongguk’s rough huffs and Seokjin’s broken sobs, along with the dirty slaps of skin and the bed’s rhythmic rattles on the wooden floor. Until Jeongguk shifts his hips and Seokjin wails.
Jeongguk grins. “Right there, Seokjin?”
“Yes, yes, right there! Harder!” Seokjin demands despite his body’s struggles to keep up with the pleasure and the oversensitivity when Jeongguk keeps hitting his prostate. That consuming feeling grows and grows, to the point where his skin can’t contain it inside anymore and he has to squirm to get away. Seokjin buries his face in the sheet and grips one of the bedframe’s rails nearby, white-knuckling it.
“Too—much,” Seokjin cries. “Touch, I need to cum—”
Jeongguk doesn’t touch his cock. And he doesn’t think he will. In the haze of his hunger, he wants to see how far he can push Seokjin with just his dick alone.
“I know, I know, shhh, just a bit more,” Jeongguk coos and turns Seokjin’s face to him, leaving soft kisses all over his damp cheeks. Then he takes Seokjin’s hand off the rail and loops it around his neck. “You can hold onto me.”
Seokjin shakes his head, eyes still screwed shut, lids red and swollen. “I’ll scratch you—”
“That’s fine,” Jeongguk breathes against his lips. “You can mark me up. Let everyone know who I belong to, yeah? Let them know how good I fuck you.”
Seokjin obeys him so well. He digs his nails into Jeongguk’s tan skin and leaves red, possessive lines along the slope of Jeongguk’s neck as Jeongguk pounds into him, bringing them both close to the edge.
It feels good to be marked up, and Jeongguk returns the favor by sucking purple spots on Seokjin’s throat, establishing his territory, fending off anyone who dares get close. Mine, each love bite claims. Mine, mine, mine.
“I’m almost—” Seokjin says, urgent amidst the hickeys. Jeongguk nods, sucking his skin even harder to encourage him. “Jeongguk, I’m gonna come, gonna—oh ohh—”
Seokjin comes. Untouched. Simply by Jeongguk marking him up. Holy fuck. Holy fuck.
It makes Jeongguk shudder with something uninhibited, animalistic boiling inside, knowing that it’s him who can make Seokjin feel that good. That the thought of belonging to Jeongguk tips him off the edge.
So he gathers Seokjin in his arms and fucks him through the sensitivity and the bonelessness of a climax, until he gets drunk on raw pleasure and comes inside Seokjin, so hard that he blacks out for a few seconds.
If it weren’t for Seokjin’s whimpers when he pulls out, Jeongguk would have been pretty sure that his dick has blown off and gone to heaven.
They spend the next few minutes lying there in the overheated bedsheet stained with cum and sweat, basking in the glow of a good fuck and an even better orgasm.
After managing to catch his breath, Jeongguk props himself up from Seokjin’s chest with a grin. “Good thing you came across my ad on marketplace out of nowhere, huh?”
"Not out of nowhere,” Seokjin yawns and shoves Jeongguk off, stretching his body to a tight line before recoiling like a cat. “I was looking for an apartment.”
“Apartment?” Jeongguk echoes, confused. He looks around the room. “Isn’t this your pla— wait! Is this apartment not yours? Are you that kind of babysitter who waits for your employers to go on a holiday and brings hot dudes back to bang—”
Seokjin glares. Jeongguk shuts his mouth. “It’s mine. But the rent is high as fuck, so I have to look for a new place.”
“Oh, why did you move in in the first place then?”
“Why are you so nosy?”
“Because!” Jeongguk grins and shuffles close to Seokjin. Seokjin expectedly shoves him away. “I was balls deep in your ass just a few minutes ago! That means we’re buddies now! And buddies share everything! C’mon Hyung, tell me! What’s the tea tell meee—”
“I was dumped.” Seokjin groans. “My ex cheated and kicked me out, so it’s either here or under the bridge. There, happy?”
Fuck.
Fuck!
Jeongguk’s never hated his dumb mouth more in his life!
“I—shit—I’m sorry, I didn’t mean—”
“Say you’re the dumbest person in the world.”
“I’m the dumbest person in the world.”
“Finally some self-awareness.” Seokjin smirks, Jeongguk kicks him, only slightly, because he still feels bad. Seokjin scoffs, “Stop making that mopey face. I’m fine, this isn’t High School Musical 2. I'm not gonna break into songs about heartbreak or anything.”
“I just thought—” Jeongguk starts, “You know breakup, moving out, that must be—that must be tough on you!”
Seokjin shrugs. “We’ve been fighting for months now. I just—it’s kinda expected.”
“Then why didn’t you break up with that person first?”
Seokjin doesn’t say anything for the next few seconds, his lips tighten as he turns away. Jeongguk notices them all, “You don’t have to tell me if you’re not comfor—”
“I’m not good at dating, or people,” Seokjin says. “I know people think I'm attractive but it's like they form an image of me in their head and when they get closer it's like they expect someone cooler and not, well not me, not how I am in reality. Other than that guy, I didn’t think there was anyone who wanted to be with me, so I might as well—”
“BULLSHIT!” Jeongguk yells, startling them both.
Seokjin whips his face around and stares at Jeongguk with wide eyes. “That’s a load of crap! You’re—you’re amazing! And you sound like a siren when you sing. I’ve been wanting to play the piano with you for forever. And you’re sweet too! You prepared indoor slippers for me and you labeled all the stuff in your bathroom so I know which is which and you babytalk your puppy! You’re a good person, Hyung, and I li—uh, lots of people like you.”
Seokjin takes a long moment to just—look. Jeongguk’s heart lodges in his throat. Did Seokjin notice his near-confession? Does he think Jeongguk is an absolute weirdo who—
“You knew me?”
“Buh—huh?”
“You said I’m—a good singer. Did you watch one of my performancs?”
Not just one. All of them! Jeongguk thinks he’s pretty much a helpless gay disaster at this point. He scratches his nape and says, “Uh, yeah. I also play drums.”
“You do?” Seokjin asks, genuinely surprised.
“Yes!” Jeongguk declares, "I also sing. I auditioned for the Uni's band recently. I'll play with you soon Hyung."
Seokjin smiles, “I’ll wait.”
Ah, Jeongguk really, really wants to kiss him right now.
“Hey! Million dollars idea alert!” Jeongguk exclaims and flails his hands around. “You haven’t found a place to stay yet, right? How about you move in with me? My roommate just moved out and my apartment is really close to uni too.”
Seokjin considers for a moment. He eyes Jeongguk carefully. “Is this like—a sex thing—”
“No! No!” Jeongguk yelps. “I MEAN! Only if you want to, though! If not then we can just be roommates—uh, housemates—”
“Do you want to?” Seokjin cuts in, his voice small.
Jeongguk chokes on his words a little. “I—uh, not really.”
Seokjin looks down at his bedsheet. “Oh. Okay.”
"Not because I don’t want to fuck you,” Jeongguk says and lies down next to Seokjin. “It’s because I don’t want it to just be a sex thing. I want to take you out first. You know, on a date. That’s what people do when they like someone.”
Seokjin’s gaze is unblinking on Jeongguk. He can see his own reflection in those brown eyes, grinning like an idiot with puffy sexed-up face and wild rat nest hair. Jeongguk doesn’t know what Seokjin will say, facing his crazy look, his boundless energy, his uninhibited affections. But something tells him that it won’t be a negative reaction.
It’s true, to a certain extent, as Seokjin coughs, trying to stifle a smile. “You’re so gay.”
Jeongguk instantly perks up. “So what? Does this mean you’re gonna move in with me?”
“Still considering,” Seokjin says and turns to the other side of the bed.
“What’s there to consider?” Jeongguk moves closer and places his chin on Seokjin’s shoulder. “I’m handsome, a professional ass eater, moms adore me, and your puppy is practically in love with me already.”
“Shut up, he’s not,” Seokjin grumbles. He doesn’t shove Jeongguk away.
“He so is!” Jeongguk sing-songs. “I’m gonna move your stuff tomorrow morning, cool?”
“Not cool.”
“Okay! I’ll call Yoongi Hyung and borrow his car. Is a minivan okay? I think it’s a safe choice.”
“Then we moved in together and it only took Seokjin Hyung two and a half dates to fall stupidly in love with me because—look at me, right? You know what I’m saying? Oh! Did I tell you that I’m part of the band now? Yeah, Hyung and I also have this real cool piano duet we're gonna perform soon. So now we’re both partners and boyfriends,” Jeongguk says and clasps his hands together. “And that answers your question of how we got here.”
The table falls into silence.
Jeongguk’s grinning, Seokjin’s blushing, and Yoongi’s looking like he’s ready to be taken by Jesus.
“No, I—” Yoongi starts, “I asked how you got here. Like did you take the train? You’re an hour late, moron.”
“Oh, that,” Jeongguk laughs and waves a hand. “We got here early actually, but we were busy boning in the—”
“Jeongguk!” Seokjin hisses and slaps a hand over his mouth.
“What?” Jeongguk swats Seokjin’s hand away because gross! It was on his dick a few minutes ago! “I’m allowed to say it, Hyung, we’re in love!”
“I would rather chop off my own ears than be in this conversation,” Yoongi deadpans.
Seokjin’s whole face is on fire. “Yeah but—”
“But what?” Jeongguk stares at him unblinkingly. “You don’t love me?”
“No, I do! Just—”
“Say it,” Jeongguk narrows his eyes.
Seokjin purses his lips.
“Say it or I won’t eat your as—”
“Fine, fine, I love you,” Seokjin cuts in hastily. “Jeez, calm down."
Jeongguk’s lips split into a wide grin. “Good! I love you too!” he declares. “Your personal chair is back in service! Now c’mere.”
Then he pulls Seokjin in by the neck to kiss him like boyfriends are supposed to do. Yoongi resorts to throwing lettuce at them, Jeongguk thinks it’s absolutely romantic.