"So what do you wanna do, Jeon? Did you really come here just to sit there?"

Seokjin's apartment was nice and cozy feeling— more than his own— and they were sitting on his sofa as Jungkook observed the place.

But to Seokjin's question, he didn't know how to answer. Didn't know what Seokjin wanted from him.

"Why don't you show me your room, hyung? Is it anything special?"

Seokjin pursed his lips into a small smile, then shook his head. "No. But we can go in there anyway."

And so they did.

The bedroom was greyed out with light grey walls and his bedding dark grey as well, with a black desk next to the window. Just a normal bedroom.

"Why's the apartment decorated but your bedroom isn't?" Jungkook asked as Seokjin sat on his bed.

"I don't usually invite people into my bedroom," he admitted, "and my friend helped me decorate the apartment. He comes here a lot."

Jungkook nodded in acknowledgment. "So are we just gonna small talk or..." He turned to Seokjin, who shook his head.

"I don't know why we're talking at all."

Taking the hint, Jungkook easily crawled onto his lap, straddling his thighs and wrapping his arms around his neck.

"Missed me?"

Seokjin's blank expression didn't change— he'd gotten less flustered, being in the own comfort of his bedroom. That being said, Seokjin was the one who ignored his words and pulled Jungkook in by his shirt, attaching their lips.

Jungkook practically melted as he cupped Seokjin's cheek, kissing needily as his heart and mind craved more and more of him.

They went straight to sliding their tongues together, the slick feel and low hum in Seokjin's throat causing Jungkook's hips to roll slightly.

Seokjin let out a moan, seeming eager to chase that touch again because his hands fell to Jungkook's hips and he urged him to do it again. Jungkook did, his skin lit on fire as he rolled his ass against his lap.

"God," Seokjin rushed out between kisses, then pulled away to catch his breath. "God, that feels so good— what the fuck?"

Their eyes met as Jungkook slowly pressed down again. Seokjin's head fell back and his eyes fluttered closed, his thick neck on display.

Fucking hot.

"Too much?"

Quickly, Seokjin shook his head. "We're going too far but I don't care." He bucked up into Jungkook, who shuddered. "Never been touched before, Jeon. You're killing me here."

Jungkook has had heated makeouts and other things before. He'd never felt like he needed it this much, though. He wanted Seokjin to ruin him and to be ruined.

So, he leaned into Seokjin's neck and kissed carelessly as he rocked his hips faster, his breath hot and sharp as he started getting greedy for more. Seokjin kept swallowing back moans and had to hold tight onto Jungkook to keep sane.

"Fuck, don't stop."

He kept pushing up into Jungkook, his breathless voice being Jungkook's drive to go further and further until he was fully hard in his pants and holding back whines himself.

"Come for me," he managed to let out, moaning as he hardly sank his teeth into Seokjin's neck. "Is that what you want, Kim? Wanna come for me?"

"Fuck." Seokjin slid his fingers through Jungkook's hair and held him closer. "I'm going to. Too much. I-"

It was sudden, the way Seokjin's head fell forward onto Jungkook's shoulder and he moaned out, almost in a whine as he jerked up into the feeling.

Jungkook circled his ass against Seokjin's crotch, leaving soft kisses on the older's neck as he came undone below him. He loved the fact that he could make Seokjin like this so easily.

"Jungkook.. God I hope my pants aren't ruined." He pulled away from Jungkook and their eyes met again, both a mess of loose hair and sweat. "Are you..?"

Hard?

Absolutely.

Jungkook's pants were tighter than Seokjin's, though, so he had to silently unzip his jeans and hide his face in Seokjin's neck as he palmed himself through his boxers.

"Jungkook-ah. Let me help you." Seokjin asked him to return his gaze, so he did. But their position was too awkward for him to help. "What can I do for you?"

Instead of anything too touchy from down below, Jungkook simply took ahold of Seokjin's hand and pulled his first two fingers towards his mouth. Seokjin watched in awe as Jungkook took those fingers and lapped his tongue around them, continuing to palm himself with his hooded eyes set on Seokjin's.

"Wow... you're so dirty."

It wasn't an insult. Jungkook drooled around the pads of his fingers, eyes fluttering closed as he rocked up into his palm and sucked.

When Seokjin pushed further into his mouth, Jungkook's hips stuttered and he moaned around the fingers as he began coming. His underwear was soaked— a mess.

They're a mess.

"Was that okay?" Seokjin instantly asked, examining him. "I'll get you some clothes and you can take a shower. We'll watch a movie or something to chill— is that too much?"

He was rambling and it was cute, so all Jungkook could do was laugh lightly at the situation.

"You did good, hyung." He patted the older's head, loving the way his eyes closed and he smiled softly. "Yeah. We can watch a movie after we shower if you want to."

Seokjin nodded cutely in return. "I do." He paused for a moment. "And thanks. For everything." He didn't have to thank Jungkook.

For anything at all.

"You're welcome."

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