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  The bedroom set.

  Jungkook grimaced almost immediately upon seeing it. The video of Hana riding Seokjin on the bed only made him frown, his mind fuzzy as he stared at the new white blankets on the bed.

  "Ah, Jungkook-ssi," the director called out, his attention brought back. "Seokjin isn't here yet. Feel free to get comfy. You know the drill."

  There weren't many people here, Jungkook realized. Just the director and a few staff who were either arranging things or talking to each other.

  Jungkook made his way to the set to wait for Seokjin. To wait for time to film.

  Of course, he's excited.

  Even if he and Seokjin are taking things slow with their relationship, Jungkook can't help but be so ready to have him again. To be held in Seokjin's arms, to be under him, to be "loved" by him.

  ( To have sex with him. )

  It's the thing that got Jungkook so attached in the first place, and it's been over a month since he's gotten to be with Seokjin like this.

  Though sex isn't the only thing he wants, Jungkook can't help but love the feeling of it. How he gets so dazed, head spinning, body sweating, and pleasure so good that it has become so addicting.

  Seokjin is too good at what he does. Jungkook has always known this. He's known this for weeks, or even before he had started working under this company. But the moment he got a taste of Seokjin, though he had no clue what he was about to get himself into, he's not wanted anybody else but him. Nobody but Seokjin makes him feel this way.

  Anticipation. Want. Desire.

  Seokjin is the only one who makes Jungkook sincerely feel good. The only one who makes his body tremble, fists clenched tightly, moans slipping uncontrollably, and stuttering without meaning to.

  He's the only one who drives Jungkook crazy, too. Jungkook had always not liked Seokjin because, well, Seokjin was an asshole.

  But now— now that Jungkook has allowed himself to see him in a different light, everything has changed. Everything changed the moment Seokjin apologized to him.

  Everything changed when they both figured out that they wanted each other. Everything changed when Seokjin asked him on their first date. Everything changed when Seokjin showed up at his door with flowers, held his hand, and told Jungkook he wanted to take things slow.

  Everything changed when Jungkook stopped lying to himself. Stopped telling himself that he didn't like Seokjin.

  He does like Seokjin.

  Their second date went even smoother than the first. Laughing, sweet touches, soft eyes meeting, blushes, and bickering over which foods tasted the best.

  So as the door to the studio opened, revealing Seokjin, yeah, Jungkook is really excited for today.

  "Seokjin-ssi!" the director called out, energetic. "Thumbs up when you're both ready, kay?" But Seokjin had his eyes on Jungkook now. Not on the director.

  Jungkook pulled his knees to his chest, curling up against the headboard of the bed. The slight smirk on Seokjin's face made him blush, then look away.

  He knew that Seokjin was walking towards him by now, and now that he's here and they're one step closer to filming, Jungkook can't not feel nervous.

  It's their first time as... What are they? Dating? Daters? Not boyfriends, not just friends— what are they? Just... Dating. It's their first time together since they've been dating. Right.

  "Hey, bun." Seokjin came into view, making himself comfortable as he sat down on the bed in front of him.

  Jungkook turned his head, holding tighter onto his knees as their eyes met. Seokjin's eyes were soft, but Jungkook instantly felt shy.

  "Hi," he muttered back.

  It earned a smile from Seokjin, but that only made Jungkook's cheeks heat, so he pushed his face into his knees to hide from him.

  "Why are you so shy today?" Seokjin chuckled. Jungkook could feel the older's hand settle on his knee— he was wearing black shorts.

  "I..." Jungkook pouted as Seokjin brushed some of his hair out of his face. He lifted his chin from his knees and instead crossed his legs, forcing himself to face Jin. "I like you... And I'm scared I'll mess up the video."

  Seokjin furrowed his eyebrows. "You won't mess up the video, bun." He then smiled reassuringly at him. "And I like you too. There's nothing to change that now. So let's just do what we normally do. Give them what they want."

  What they want.

  Today's video was supposed to be them doing whatever they wanted, Yoongi had told them. So what exactly do the viewers want? How is Jungkook supposed to know?

  "Baby," Seokjin placed his hand on his. "You're good at this. I don't know why you're so worried."

  Because he's going to let his feelings get involved hard and quick.

  "I-I'm ready." He held a thumb up to the director, ignoring Seokjin's words. Ignoring his worries. Seokjin turned to the director and held his thumb up as well.

  "Places!" the director called out, which only made staff hurry off the set. Jungkook and Seokjin simply glanced at each other.

  "Come here," Seokjin ignored the countdown from the director, patting his lap and positioning himself to sit with his legs off the bed.

  "Action!"

  Jungkook crawled towards the older, chewing at his lip as he lifted his leg over him, soon straddling Seokjin. They were so close. God, so close.

  "You're always so pretty."

  Seokjin rested his hands on Jungkook's thighs and trailed up his skin, so subtle as his skin tickled Jungkook's.

  No matter how many times Seokjin calls him pretty, Jungkook always feels butterflies in his tummy when he hears it from him. Always makes him feel even prettier.

  "I am?"

  He wrapped his arms around Seokjin's neck and settled back on his calves. Seokjin leaned in and pressed a kiss to his cheek, Jungkook's eyes fluttering closed as he placed a few more kisses along his jaw.

  "I'll take that as a yes," Jungkook smiled, and he could hear Seokjin chuckle against his skin.

  Seokjin's hands wrapped around his waist, pulling him in closer, the gentle tug of his hands making Jungkook's back arch and chills prickle his arms.

  "My pretty baby."

  He pressed his lips to Jungkook's this time, stealing his breath without a warning. Their lips simply mashed together, both humming in joy.

  Jungkook's hands slid up into Seokjin's hair, tangling and tugging softly at it as they began kissing. Their kisses were soft, slow, sweet, so minor. Cautious. His stomach was swirling in anticipation. Head spinning. Knees weak and hands numb.

  And Seokjin's hands were caressing Jungkook's back, so caring and gentle. Gosh, Jungkook loves it. He loves the tickling of his skin and the way Seokjin smiled into their kiss.

  He pulled away and searched Seokjin's eyes, mirth filled, and smile tugging his lips still.

  "Why are you smiling?" Jungkook chuckled at the sight.

  Seokjin shrugged. "Happy."

  He ignored Jungkook's confused expression, instead diving into his neck and mashing his lips there, pressing kisses along his skin.

  Jungkook ignored it as well, bucking his hips up at the feeling of blood rushing throughout his body.

  "Fuck," he let out as he let his head fall back, giving more access to his neck. He held tighter onto Seokjin's hair and rolled his hips, searching for more friction. "Missed your kisses, hyungie."

  He could feel the older hum against his skin as he sucked and nibbled.

  Seokjin trailed his kisses to Jungkook's ear, taking ahold of it and swirling his wet, hot tongue around his earlobe, the younger flushed at the feeling.

  "Hm," he slowly pulled away. "You drive me fuckin' crazy, baby." 

  Jungkook bit at his lip, chills sent down his back as Seokjin's deep voice sounded right into his ear.

  "Then fuck me." Jungkook was rubbing his ass on Jin's crotch, needing more than just kisses.

  He could feel Seokjin's fingers dig into his waist. "Not so fast," Seokjin muttered. "I've got you all evening, baby. Slow down." He put his hands on Jungkook's hips to stop him from grinding.

  Jungkook frowned as he was rejected, no longer earning the friction he needed. No longer taking control, especially as Seokjin picked him up under his thighs and flipped them over onto the bed.

  His breath was knocked out as he landed onto the mattress, the view of Seokjin on top of him and between his legs not helping either.

  Fingers slipped under the hem of his shirt, cold, slowly pushing Jungkook's shirt up as Seokjin watched himself; as if he was opening a present.

  Jungkook arched his back, letting Seokjin tug the shirt off of his body. Letting him strip him.

  He let Seokjin lean in again, this time pressing his lips to Jungkook's chest. Trailing from the middle of his chest to his left nipple, only getting close enough to tease. Enough to press a few kisses near the nipple, just to make Jungkook pout.

  "Hyung," he called out.

  Seokjin lifted himself only to look down at him, their eyes meeting. Jungkook's voice was soft, not as needy, but more relaxed. More like he was just... calling out to him.

  "Yes?" Seokjin questioned.

  "Kiss me," Jungkook nearly whispered. And he knew that Seokjin wouldn't reject him when it comes to kisses.

  So Seokjin did. He leaned back in and this time let his tongue massage Jungkook's bottom lip, still teasing even into their kiss. Jungkook huffed, sliding his own tongue out to meet his.

  Seokjin smiled into the kiss again, finally slipping his tongue into Jungkook's mouth and letting the younger wrap his hands around his neck to keep him there for as long as he'd like.

  He wrapped his legs around Seokjin's body as well, holding on like a koala as they kissed.

  For ten minutes. For ten minutes, they stayed like that, with Jungkook's legs wrapped around him, Seokjin hardly pressing his crotch against his ass as they made out— just like that.

  Jungkook loved every second he spent with Seokjin's tongue soothing his. Loved how his lips became pink and swollen, and his cheeks were tinted with that soft blush that was constantly heating his face.

  When Seokjin did eventually pull away, he scanned Jungkook's face for a second, eyes settled on his lips.

  "Mine." He pressed a quick peck back to Jungkook's lips, then lowered himself back to his nipple.

  Jungkook bucked his hips as lips met his nipple, kissing so sweetly at it and making his body shudder.

  He let his eyes close and hands tighten in Seokjin's hair. "I'm yours, Seokjinnie." Seokjin's hands dug under him, lifting his back more as he kissed at his nipple.

  He began grinding against Jungkook, making soft huffs leave Jungkook every time their clothed cocks met— and Jungkook whined as his cock rose against the panties that he was wearing.

  Yep. Dark blue laced panties. He wore them specifically for Jin.

  "All mine." Seokjin pecked all over Jungkook's chest and curled his fingers deeper into his skin to hold him nearer.

  Jungkook's head was thrown back into the mattress, even as Seokjin heaved him by his thighs and placed him up onto his own thighs— Jin was on his knees below him now.

Instead of grinding into him more, Seokjin let his hands wander down to Jungkook's shorts, pressing his palm to feel Jungkook's hard cock.

"N-Need you, hyung."

Seokjin smirked as his fingers slid under the bottom of Jungkook's shorts, but the smirk faded as his fingers came into contact with the lace panties.

He slid his hand out and instead started unbuttoning the shorts, eager to see what was under.

"Baby..." Seokjin gazed at him, the younger averting his eyes and trying to hide his red cheeks with his hands. It was like Seokjin was surprised, eyes wide— he is.

But Jungkook always wears stuff like this! Why is he so shocked now?

Seokjin pulled the shorts down a tad, and as Jungkook peeked at him, he noticed the smile forming on the older's lips. The more he pulled the shorts down, the more he smiled.

"You're wearing lace," he stated.

He pulled the shorts all the way off and then threw them onto the floor.

Jungkook nodded and tried to ignore his cock that was pressing against the dark lace, hoping to be touched.

"A-All for you," Jungkook told him. He pulled the panties tighter against his skin, loving the cute little bow at the front, on the band of the panties.

"For me?" Seokjin questioned.

Jungkook nodded. "Only you."

That made Seokjin smile even more. He leaned down to Jungkook's face but pressed his lips onto his head.

"Mine," he muttered.

Then he pressed his lips to Jungkook's nose, the younger blushing at it. "Mine," he repeated right before he pressed a kiss to Jungkook's lips.

It was just a peck, though. He moved down and left a trail of kisses down Jungkook's body, every kiss making his body shiver.

When he got to the hem of the panties, he kissed the tiny bow.

"All mine."

Seokjin kissed the tip of Jungkook's cock through the lace, making the younger gasp, squirming under the touch as he held tight onto the blankets beneath him.

He rocked his hips up as he felt Seokjin's tongue lick up the fabric, flat tongue causing Jungkook's blood to rush and heart to pound into his chest as he felt his cock twitch under the lace.

"Hyung, please," he begged as Seokjin backed away and watched Jungkook perk up.

He lifted his hips up again, but Seokjin caught him and pushed him back against the mattress, hands firm on his hips.

"Your panties will get ruined if you keep leaking like that, baby."

Seokjin tugged the stretchy waistband on the panties and let only the head of his cock come out, a slight flip in Jungkook's stomach at the touch.

He then rolled his tongue over the head, then slowly licked up the underside of his cock, no lace in the way. Nothing but hot tongue on skin.

A weak moan left Jungkook and his hands somehow found Seokjin's hair, tugging onto him for more.

"Please," he whispered out as Seokjin swirled his tongue around the head, hot saliva coating it.

He could only accept the few licks, not able to move his hips, not able to do anything— not that he wanted to, anyways. This feels amazing.

Seokjin moved away from his cock and instead moved to his tummy, sucking in the skin with his teeth and beginning to leave a mark.

"I-" Jungkook bit back his words as Seokjin's hand started palming him, making him whine out instead.

"You what?" Seokjin chuckled against the blooming bruise on his skin.

With Seokjin's palm massaging at his cock through the panties, Jungkook wasn't even sure what he was going to say. He had already forgotten.

Or, well, he didn't care.

Seokjin's hand is big, and the way it completely covers his cock as he presses against him at a set pace feels so overwhelming to Jungkook. Feels too good. He's waited for too long for his touch again.

"Hyun- Gonna come."

He was serious.

The more the lace pressed against the head of his cock, the more Jungkook leaked, pleasure too much on his body. Touch too firm on him.

But Seokjin hummed into his skin, sucking and licking as he slid his hand under the panties and pulled Jungkook's cock out.

A whine left Jungkook as Seokjin started stroking him fast, his hips no longer pinned to the bed.

He thrust up into the way Seokjin jerked him off, body hot, sweaty, and tingling at the feeling of his hand circled over the head and repeated snapping his wrist.

"Fu-" His hold on the older's hair got tighter. "Fuck, fuck."

Jungkook thrust his hips up one last time, breathing out heavily as he spewed cum, not even realizing that Seokjin had moved away from his body to watch.

To watch his bite marks be painted with the white spurts of cum. And he moved Jungkook's blue panties back over his cock, smirking as the cum hit them as well.

"Looks like I'll have to buy you some more pretty panties, huh?"

Jungkook slumped into the mattress and tried to calm his heart that was beating so rapidly.

"You did that on purpose," he pouted as he looked down at his panties. "You'll buy me more?" he looked back up at Seokjin.

Seokjin nodded and then he leaned down and pressed a kiss to Jungkook's skin again, making sure to capture Jungkook's cum on his lips.

"W-What—"

"Don't cut the video," Seokjin cut him off, looking up at the director. "We're not done." He ignored the way Jungkook covered his cheeks in embarrassment.

"You..."

Jungkook watched as Seokjin licked his lips. Blushed more as Seokjin smirked down at him. "Yes?"

Seokjin started sliding the panties off of Jungkook, ignoring the fact that he just did... that.

"N-Nothing," Jungkook muttered.

"Good."

Seokjin took the panties and wiped most of the cum off of Jungkook's body, not without a pout from the younger. But it's okay!! Seokjin said he'd buy him more!

"Get up, bun." He tapped Jungkook's thighs, eyes focused on the wall behind them. "Go lean against the wall," he instructed.

Jungkook slid back off of the bed, eyebrows scrunched together in confusion as he stepped towards the wall and leaned back onto it.

He watched as Seokjin lifted his shirt off and threw it on the bed, then unbuttoned his pants. Of course, his dick was hard when he pulled down his pants. And it didn't take long before Jin decided to pull his pants off of himself.

Jungkook chewed at his lip as he watched. Just seeing Seokjin walks towards the drawer next to the bed, the bedside table. Nearly wanting to crack up at the sight of him in his boxers just walking around.

"Quit staring at me," Seokjin muttered as he took the bottle of lube out of the drawer and turned back to the younger. "Besides," he walked up to Jungkook and grabbed him by his hips, then forced him to face the wall. "this is what I meant for you to do."

He pulled Jungkook's hips back and held him by the back of his neck as he pushed him against the wall.

Oh.

Jungkook pushed his ass back and hummed, amused. "You gonna fuck me against the wall?"

Seokjin slid his left hand up Jungkook's back, smooth, slow touch just to keep him in place. 

"Did I tell you you were allowed to know?"

Jungkook gasped as he was shoved more against the hard wall.

The thrill of Seokjin's words and the way he handled him make Jungkook shudder— and maybe the chilly air on his skin made him shiver as well.

Seokjin soon opened the lube bottle and squirted some of the cold liquid onto Jungkook's ass and between his cheeks, making him flinch at the sudden coldness on his skin.

Damn, everything's cold.

He felt Seokjin's hand slide down to his ass, then his other hand spread his asscheeks apart so that he could press his fingers against his rim.

It was so good, the way his fingers toyed with his body. The way he slowly circled his fingers around Jungkook's hole, massaging gently, was so skillful. Too good. Too knowing.

He knows Jungkook too well.

He knows most of what Jungkook likes by now. Learned that Jungkook is open to trying new things, too.

Maybe like this.

"You're mine." Seokjin moved his hand back to Jungkook's waist and his other hand was suddenly in his hair, tugging his head to the side.

Jungkook let his eyes fall closed as he felt Seokjin lean into his neck, but that's all he did, just brushed his lips against his hot skin.

"You're gonna cum again." Seokjin's hand slid from his waist to Jungkook's crotch, soon wrapping his hand around his cock. "Wanna make my baby feel good."

His cock did start hardening in Jin's hand. And he knew exactly what the older was doing, with trying to get him hard again.

It was working.

"Good," Seokjin muttered against his skin as he hardly stroked him.

Jungkook pushed his ass back just a bit, enough to feel Seokjin's own hard cock against his underwear. (Why the hell does he still have them on, Jungkook wonders)

"Am I doing good for you hyungie?" he asked as Seokjin started pecking at his neck, sweet, hot kisses.

A soft hum vibrated his skin just before Seokjin barely pulled away from his neck.

"Always good for me, baby." He then stepped up and pressed his covered cock against Jungkook's ass, his hand tightening on Jungkook's hair as he received friction.

"So good," Jungkook whispered against the wall as Seokjin started grinding against his ass, his breathing now uneven. "You're so good, too, hyungie."

"Y-Yeah?" Seokjin was breathing heavy, both of his hands losing touch and instead gripping onto Jungkook's waist to hold him, Jungkook's hand replacing his and beginning to jerk himself off.

Right! Praise kink!

Screw the acting. Screw the plot— what plot, anyway?  Jungkook doesn't want to go along with what Seokjin was doing. No. He wants Seokjin to feel good. Satisfied. Aroused. Pleased.

"You like that?" he asked. "You like being good for me, hyungie?"

As Seokjin hid his face in Jungkook's neck and he pushed his crotch against his ass, he nearly moaned, his breaths hot and quick.

"I'm gonna make you cum, baby. I'll be good for you," Seokjin muttered.

Ah, bingo!

"Then fuck me," Jungkook let out. "Fuck me. Make me feel good."

Seokjin groaned as he pulled away and quickly moved his underwear out of the way, a sigh of relief as his cock was finally free.

He stroked his cock to put lube on it, but not without playing with Jungkook as well. Not without pressing his free fingers into Jungkook's hole.

"Fuck, so good," Jungkook whined as Seokjin started fingering him, lifting his ass for a better angle.

Of course, Jungkook had stretched himself quite a bit before he came here, but nothing beats Seokjin's touch, though. Nothing beats the way he scissors him and curls his fingers only slightly to make him seriously feel good.

Seokjin slowed his fingers down soon enough. "Can I..."

"Please do," Jungkook let out.

He pulled his fingers out of Jungkook's hole and grabbed ahold of his waist with one hand and lined the head of his cock up to his hole with his other.

"Ready baby?"

Jungkook pushed his ass back, shivering as he felt Seokjin. "Wanted you for too long now, hyung."

Seokjin hummed. "I'll take that as a yes."

He pushed into Jungkook's hole slowly, the younger's mouth fell open with a hiss and a moan and his fingernails dug into the drywall.

As Seokjin started slowly pushing in further, Jungkook let a weak, lazed smile form onto his lips.

"Been so long." He nudged his ass back, taking more of Seokjin's cock, nearly to the bottom. "God, I love it when you fuck me." He shuddered as Seokjin pushed in all the way.

He stayed there for a moment, just letting Jungkook feel him. Letting him get used to the feeling.

"Then I'll fuck you good."

He pulled his cock back and slowly pushed back in, working his pace up with every push and pull.

Jungkook jerked himself off, trying to focus on too many things at once, but not caring. He's been messy all evening. He doesn't care if he's messy now. Too late.

Soon, Seokjin was nearly pulling all the way out of Jungkook's hole, then slamming back into him. Jungkook squirmed with every thrust, every pant coming from the older as he started fucking into him hard and fast. Making sure to hit Jungkook in the spot that he knows makes Jungkook's knees weak and tummy swirl with pleasure.

And as he hit that spot repeatedly, cock railing into him, skin loudly smacking with every thrust and waist turning red with Seokjin's harsh hold, Jungkook did feel amazingly good.

Pressed onto the wall, chest hitting it, cock twitching, and Seokjin's huffs in his ear. Feels perfect.

"S-So good, hyungie. Gonna- G'nna come."

He heard Seokjin groan behind him and felt as he removed his hand and pulled Jungkook down by his shoulder, jerking him in harder.

"Fuck, bun. Fuck." His hips started to stutter in movement.

As Jungkook quickened his pace on the head of his cock, jerking off quick to come, he realized that they were both about to reach that high.

He gasped as Seokjin pulled him all the way back onto his cock, hips pushing him forward as he started squirting cum into him. Jungkook's cock twitched as well, his cum shooting onto the wall and his breath choked up as he let his head fall back onto Seokjin's shoulder.

Seokjin stayed inside of him for a moment, wrapping his arms around Jungkook and merely holding him as he calmed down. Then he leaned in and started planting kisses all over Jungkook's shoulders, neck, back.

That's the first time they've ever come at the same time, together.

"Cut!" the director quickly called out. "That was... one hell of a video."

Jungkook chuckled as Seokjin did, the older pulling out of him slowly and then turning Jungkook around and cupping his cheeks. He pressed a short kiss to his lips, Jungkook melting to the sweet touch, and then they pulled away as the staff brought them wipes and their robes.

"Well," Seokjin cleared his throat.

Jungkook took the little wet wipes and cleaned himself off as much as possible with them. "Well..?" he questioned.

Seokjin was wiping himself clean as well. "I don't know. Don't know what I'm supposed to say," he smiled cheekily back at him. " 'See ya later?' "

"No..." Jungkook frowned up at him.

"Then what?" Seokjin chuckled as he pulled his robe over his body. "Would you like me to stay here all night?"

Jungkook shook his head. "If... If you're free, I don't ever eat before filming, so I haven't had any food today... at all..."

"Oh." Seokjin's smile never left his lips. "Jungkook, we've been on two dates. Why are you so shy to ask me to eat dinner with you?"

He pouted at Seokjin. "Because you're the one who asked both times, and I'm shy, you meanie."

Seokjin chuckled as Jungkook "angrily" tied his silk robe to himself (maybe a little too tightly).

"You're such a baby," he said. And before Jungkook could reply, he pressed a quick peck to his cheek. "Big baby," he pulled away.

Jungkook scrunched his nose. "Is that a yes or no to dinner?"

"What?" Seokjin looked at him like he was crazy. "You think I'd say no to food? Where are we eating?"

Yep. This man is perfect for Jeon Jungkook in too many ways. Willing to eat at any time.

"Dunno," Jungkook shrugged. "But first, let's go shower and then relax for a moment, yeah? My legs and ass are killing me."

Seokjin chuckled again. "As you wish, bun."

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