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  The dance studio was in an old, small building. There were mirrors on the wall and the room was small, but enough to dance in, Jungkook guesses. He's never been in a dance studio before.

  But for some reason, there was a wooden table against the mirror. Right in the corner of the room, nearly.

  He didn't know why. The room looks like it hasn't been used in a while and it sure does look worn out. The staff had cleaned it, at least. (Yes, he asked them.)

The table seemed too fishy to him, though. He figured it would be something that they'll be using later.

  To start with, though, they were given a script— more like an act— to go along with.

  Jungkook doesn't dance. Not really, at least, unless TikTok dances count, and that's only sometimes when he's alone in his bedroom.

  But today, Seokjin is supposed to pretend to finish up their practice, or something like that. He's sure they'll easily get into the act, though. They always have.

And sure enough, it was pretty easy.

  When action was called, Jungkook bashfully danced a bit of choreography from one of the boy groups he knew. It was just something he happened to know— but suddenly, Seokjin had walked up to him.

"Maybe move your hips like this."

  Seokjin placed his hands on his hips and pulled Jungkook back against him. Jungkook missed having both of Jin's hands on him like this. Missed being held by Seokjin without that stupid cast.

  He arched his back and nudged into Seokjin's hold, immediately catching onto what he wanted.

  The mirror wasn't exactly close just yet, but he could see himself. He could see Seokjin biting his lip at the brush of his ass against his crotch.

  "Like this?" Jungkook stepped back and gulped as Seokjin's hands fell forward, towards his thighs. His back was pressed against Jin's chest, and watching himself in the mirror felt sort of different.

  Seokjin's eyes met his in the mirror and his cheeks reddened upon seeing those dark eyes, so lustful already.

  "Dunno," Seokjin muttered. "Maybe more like this." He pulled Jungkook back all the way, a soft gasp from the younger as their bodies collided.

  Jungkook raised his left hand, needing to hold onto something, so he pulled Seokjin in by his neck.

  But Seokjin took that as a sign to burrow himself into Jungkook, to rest his chin on Jungkook's shoulder and smirk at him through the mirror.

"What is it, little one?"

  His hands slowly trailed to Jungkook's crotch, soft fingers digging into the fabric of Jungkook's red velvet shorts, seeming too tight on his body right about now.

"I- I don't think that's a part of the choreo," Jungkook told him. Acting.

  Seokjin merely chuckled in his ear. "Don't care," he told him. "Been wanting to touch you throughout this whole practice. Every move," he pressed a kiss to Jungkook's neck, the younger's fingers finding a way into Jin's hair as he did so, "every little body roll," Seokjin kissed him again, "every glance you've given me. Don't think I didn't notice, baby. If you want me, just tell me."

  Jungkook didn't have a damn clue where Seokjin was making up this imaginary practice they had, but he didn't care. He simply nodded to consent.

  "Want you to touch me," Jungkook nearly whispered. "Want you to fuck me against that table." He then eyed the table, Seokjin's gaze shifting to it as well.

  "Oh?" Seokjin's smirk made Jungkook bite at his lip to compose.

  "Yeah," Jungkook rolled his hips back gently, ass pressing against Jin's crotch. "And you know, you can tell me how you like it. Just tell me what to do, hyungie. Anything."

  He knows by now, how Seokjin likes things, but for the sake of the video...

  "Well, get your ass over there and bend over the table, then," Seokjin released his hold on him. "Shorts off and don't touch yourself. Leave that to me."

  Jungkook couldn't help but smile at the demand, and he's sure this part will be cut out of the video to make it less awkward, the two walking towards the table.

  He did slowly take the shorts off, a slow tease for Seokjin, who was just waiting for him to get in position as he put on a condom— Jungkook didn't even notice him lower his sweats.

  He bent over the table and presented his ass, bare and raised up just for Seokjin to see.

  He could see himself in the mirror, which is unlike how things usually go. The point in mirror sex is to see yourself being fucked, so he did try and focus on that.

  When Seokjin stepped up behind him and spread his asscheeks apart, Jungkook immediately knew why people love this position so much.

  Seokjin's stern expression and the fact that Jungkook could not only feel him from behind, but also see him, made Jungkook perk up just at the sight.

  Seokjin looked up at him into the mirror and their eyes met. It seemed that Seokjin was taking it in as well, so Jungkook pushed his ass back more and felt Jin's fingers dig into his skin to stop him.

  "No."

  He saw Seokjin's hand in the mirror, how he reared back and suddenly smacked his ass, not enough to be painful, but enough for Jungkook to let out a gasp and buck his hips forward into nothing.

  The slight sting on his ass did make Jungkook squirm, a whine leaving his lips as Seokjin pushed him forward even harsher onto the table— and suddenly he was reminded of their very first video together.

  Being fucked so good that he couldn't stand it. That's just what he needs right about now, cock hardening and body shivering at the touch.

  "You're going to stand here and take it," Seokjin told him. "Got it?"

  Jungkook nodded quickly, not sure of where this was coming from, but not complaining in the slightest.

  "Good."

  Seokjin pulled his cheeks apart again and this time, spit on his hole— He had also covered his fingers in lube, but the audience didn't need to know that.

  He pushed his fingers into Jungkook, the younger seeing himself as he whined at the touch, brows furrowing and lips parted helplessly. Had he always looked like this during sex?

  With the mirror just over the table, Jungkook can see everything. He can see his boyfriend as he pushes his finger into him with that smirk on his mouth.

  Jungkook tried his hardest to not collapse over the table as Seokjin fingered him, pressing up against his prostate with every curl.

  "Hyu— Ah, hyung," Jungkook whined at the feeling of another loud spank, this time making his cock twitch.

  He let out more whines and moans the more Seokjin scissored into him, the more Seokjin made him feel good.

  "H-Hyung, I'll come. Please."

Seokjin pulled his fingers out and instead pushed the tip of his cock to his hole, only earning more moans as he pushed into Jungkook.

  He gave Jungkook no time to process anything. All he could do was watch as Seokjin's head lowered as he went in. Jungkook wishes he could've had a better angle, but before he knew it, Jin was gazing back at him.

  "Up."

  Seokjin reached for Jungkook's shoulder and picked him up from the table, cock digging deeper into him as he did so.

  Jungkook tried to stand up right. His legs were already almost giving out and he felt so dazed. He let his head rest back against Seokjin's shoulder as Seokjin shoved his fingers into his mouth to keep him quiet.

  He swirled his tongue around the two digits he was given and moaned around them as Seokjin pulled his dick out slow, almost all the way.

  He seemed so immersed, from what Jungkook could see. And he could also see Seokjin's other hand wrap around him, going straight to grab ahold of Jungkook's dick.

  His back arched as Seokjin began stroking him just at the head of his cock, already hard and leaking in his hand.

  Seokjin pushed his fingers into his mouth more to quiet the moans and he pushed his cock back into Jungkook, watching the younger nearly give out through the mirror.

  The position was good— too good. Everything was so fast, but Jungkook loved it. He loved not having to wait for Seokjin to start filling him full, to start slow and gradually become faster.

  He removed his fingers from Jungkook's mouth and instead grabbed his waist, pulling him back harder onto his cock as he thrust over and over again, now pulling messy moans from Jungkook.

  "Such a good boy, Jungkook-ah."

  Jungkook's cock leaked over Seokjin's fingers and he held onto the table like his life depended on it, needing something to keep himself up.

  Watching Seokjin jerking him off from behind, watching Seokjin pound into him, making his legs hit the table repeatedly, made Jungkook feel overwhelmed and overpleased, because fuck, it's hot in here.

  As if it wasn't too much already, Jungkook decided to shove his hand under his shirt and twist a few times at his right nipple, moans slipping past his lips as Seokjin moaned low into his ear.

  He wasn't even looking into the mirror anymore. He couldn't focus. But he knew Seokjin was watching, at least.

  Seokjin was watching intensely. The mirror was like a playground to him, using it to all of his advantages. Watching Jungkook bend over, falling into the pleasure.

  "Baby..." He took his hand away from Jungkook's cock and pulled him back by his waist entirely, cock deep into him, but Jungkook ignored him, a small wine of a "no" leaving his lips.

  Jungkook seemed to not even be there anymore, taking matters into his own hands, quite literally.

  He repeatedly twisted his nipple as he started stroking himself quickly, whining as he bucked his hips, and soon reaching his orgasm and coming all over the table.

  Seokjin dug his nails into his waist, cursing at the sight of Jungkook in the mirror. He thrust his hips forward, dick twitching inside of Jungkook as he came as well, and groaning as he rode out his high into Jungkook's ass.

  "Fuck, Jungkook," he muttered. "Told you not to fucking touch yourself."

  "C-Couldn't help it, hyungie," Jungkook weakly let out.

  Seokjin pulled him away from the table and forced his body to turn to the side. He then tugged at Jungkook's hair and forced him to look into the mirror at himself.

  Jungkook couldn't help but lean into his touch, though it was tight, his hold on the younger's hair.

"Watch hyung."

  It was sad, how helpless he looked under Jin's hold. Back arched and whine slipped as Seokjin slowly pulled out of his ass.

  The mirror showed it all, the slow pull. Seokjin intentionally made Jungkook watch it. Made him not only pout from becoming empty, but also having to just watch it happen.

  "Cut!"

  Jungkook ignored the director, as did Seokjin. The younger dove back towards the table, clasping onto it again.

  "Shit." His legs felt so shaky and seeing himself in the mirror, he feels so high. Like this was all a dream where he had been watching himself get fucked.

  The staff held out their robes to them, so Seokjin took Jungkook's and wrapped it around him, then told the staff to keep his own, that he was fine.

  "Koo, baby, are you okay?" Seokjin pulled the silent one away from the table and turned him around to examine him.

  Jungkook grinned at that. "I'm absolutely fine," he giggled as Seokjin gave him a worried look. "Can we do that again in the future?"

Seokjin rolled his eyes at him.

  "I thought something was wrong with you," he sighed. "Why're you acting so weird, bun?"

  The younger glanced up at him, his cheeks red and his pink robe slipping off of his shoulder. "Yeah, I'm g'nna need you to carry me to the car, hyung. 'm totally dazed now."

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