As soon as Seokjin opened his door for him, Jungkook invited himself in and closed it, pulling Seokjin in by his collar and immediately attaching their lips.

Seokjin hummed in shock and confusion, his hands falling to Jungkook's waist and holding on tight as he was kissed.

No matter how many times Jungkook kissed him, it always felt like the first. That same rush of need and the slight guilt for wanting him so much drove him to insanity.

The way Jungkook was so determined to kiss and to feel— it made Seokjin so weak. He was too weak.

"So needy?" he questioned as Jungkook trailed kisses down his jaw.

"You're just as needy," Jungkook breathed out against his neck, sending shivers down his spine. Seokjin had to hold on tight to keep sane. He wondered if Jungkook's pretty skin was red underneath the clothes where he was holding onto him. "Come on, let's fix that." Jungkook pushed their crotches together in a hurry and Seokjin was almost positive he'd bruise Jungkook's skin from how desperately he held onto him.

Weak.

"God, you just got here."

It all felt too good though.

Jungkook kissed at his throat and pulled him in by his hips repeatedly. "This is what you wanted." He kissed below Seokjin's ear. "Wanna make you come again. Should I?"

Heat rushed to Seokjin's ears, his cheeks, his dick. Jungkook was feral today and he wasn't sure why, but he didn't care.

"Let's go to the couch." He pulled Jungkook towards his living room, his heart racing as Jungkook took ahold of his belt loops and pulled him back into another kiss once they got there.

His hands roamed Jungkook's small waist, soft and cute— but Jungkook wasn't so soft and cute as he suddenly tugged at Seokjin's pants and unbuttoned them with ease, soon unzipping them and then slipping his tongue into his mouth.

Seokjin groaned into the kiss as Jungkook slipped his hand over his underwear and started palming him. He felt choked up with their first real touch but Jungkook didn't seem affected or flustered at all.

He pulled away as Jungkook grabbed his dick through the fabric.

"J...Jungkook?"

"Is this not okay?" the younger asked, eyeing him as he waited. "Just tell me when to stop and I will."

Seokjin shook his head. "Why would I ever want you to stop? You're just making me- like- really horny though."

"Fuck," Jungkook let out. "Get on the couch. Wanna suck you off."

His dick twitched under Jungkook's hold at the thought of his pretty lips wrapped around him, sucking.

He didn't even get to sit down himself because Jungkook was quick to push him to sit, quick to drop to his knees between his legs.

"Have you done this before?" he asked as Jungkook tugged his pants down. He shook his head, yet it felt so natural, the way he grabbed Seokjin's dick through his underwear and stroked him.

Seokjin's head fell back, cursing as he felt like bucking up into the hold. What was he supposed to do?

His eyes fell closed as Jungkook pulled his underwear and pants down to his ankles. He was half naked and Jungkook was ruining him with every touch.

His slow stroke against Seokjin's dick, the way he used both of his hands and slightly slid his fingers up and down.

"Seokjin." He dropped the honorific. Seokjin dropped his head, his gaze almost fuzzy as their eyes met. "Keep looking at me. Watch me."

Jungkook's pupils were blown and Seokjin knew that he looked probably a hundred times more fucked out than he did, but Jungkook had lust-filled eyes and he licked his lips, just as eager as Seokjin was.

Embarrassingly, his dick twitched in Jungkook's hand. Just looking at Jungkook had him wanting more. Felt like such a sinner for wanting him.

"I'll go slow," Jungkook told him.

But even as he simply stroked him a bit and kissed along the shaft of his dick, Seokjin felt like he was not going slow at all.

If anything, he was going too fast. His body was reacting before he could even think— that was the thing, though. They weren't thinking.

He couldn't think straight as Jungkook licked the precum seeping at the head of his cock. Couldn't think straight as Jungkook opened his mouth and took only the head between his lips.

Seokjin had to watch.

Jungkook told him to, and he would.

So he had to watch Jungkook's tatted-up hand guiding his dick to his mouth. Had to watch Jungkook's pretty cherry lips wrap around him and had to watch as his head slowly lowered onto him.

"God damn, Jeon. What happened to going slow?"

Jungkook pulled off and looked up at him through his pretty lashes. "You must have no idea how bad I want this," he said, then opened his mouth around his dick once again, this time slowly taking it further in.

Seokjin's hand fell to Jungkook's hair and he fought the urge to pull it as his dick slid right over his tongue and his head his the back of Jungkook's throat. He moaned a bit too loud, almost like a whine as Jungkook started bopping his head faster. He felt like he'd come too soon, being touched for the first time like this.

"Fuck, so good," he groaned and Jungkook hummed on his dick as he wet the back of his throat. "Fuck. Does it hurt? How're you—"

He did grip tight onto Jungkook's hair as he took him further, sinking his mouth down the base of his dick and letting his throat close over him. Seokjin pulled his shirt up to see better and moaned helplessly at the true sight of Jungkook sucking him off.

"Jungkook." His grip loosened on his poor hair. "Jeon. I'm gonna come."

Jungkook popped off of his dick and immediately parted his lips for air, his eyes set on Seokjin's dick as he started jerking him off quickly. It was so wet; Jungkook's saliva and his own precum mixed as he was stroked, and he bucked up into the rush of pleasure as Jungkook leaned in and pressed kisses along his dick.

He came like that, with Jungkook's lips and chin suddenly painted in white and his dick twitching uncontrollably in Jungkook's hand.

"You really just..." Jungkook suddenly hummed.

He licked his lips curiously and as Seokjin's head fell back into a groan, he missed the way Jungkook's eyebrows furrowed at the taste.

"You're so much dirtier than I thought you'd be," Seokjin told him, "but fuck, you're good. That was your first time?"

Jungkook nodded. "I've always been curious what it'd feel like. Good thing I have you all horny for me, huh?"

Seokjin pulled his underwear back up and kicked his pants off, then merely stood up tall in front of Jungkook. He was still on his knees.

"You act like it's just me."

He pressed his foot gently against Jungkook's crotch, the younger gasping and gripping onto his leg instantly.

"D-Don't," he muttered. "I'm too hard for you to play like that."

Seokjin withdrew his foot and sat back down to think. "Well? You want me to help you, don't you?" Jungkook had always been hard to read, but the tent in his sweatpants wasn't.

"How would you even... help me?"

Seokjin pointed to his sweats. "Take them off." He then patted his lap. "Just sit back and let me help."

He eventually stood up from where he'd been on his knees and he slowly slipped his pants off. Again, Jungkook's expression was hard to read. But he didn't miss the gulp as Jungkook looked at him. Jungkook couldn't hide his thoughts for forever.

Seokjin turned Jungkook around and pulled his body towards him, guiding his hips until Jungkook was sitting on his lap.

It felt easy as he wrapped his arms around Jungkook and pressed his palm to his underwear. Almost too easy. Too easy as Jungkook relaxed his back against his chest.

"This okay, Jeon?" he asked, then added, "Need some dirty talk to get you going? Whatcha like, hm? Anything you want?"

Jungkook squirmed a bit— to get more comfortable. "Just do whatever. Just..." He took his dick out of his underwear and guided Seokjin's hand, sighing out in relief. "Whatever you want, Kim. I don't..." ...mind?

Seokjin bit back a smirk as he slowly stroked Jungkook into silence. He knew it felt good, judging by Jungkook's light way of speaking.

"Do you like it?" He pressed an unhurried kiss to Jungkook's nape. "Am I doing good?"

"Y-Yeah. Faster, please?"

He didn't hesitate to quicken his strokes, his hand wet with Jungkook's leaking cock and some spit. Jungkook's head fell back onto his shoulder and it surprised him a bit, to see Jungkook's parted lips, furrowed brows, and eyes shut tight. Jungkook's fucked-out face was right next to his and every inch of need in Seokjin's body wanted to pull him in and kiss him, but he didn't.

He merely jerked him off and dug his face into Jungkook's neck, uttering a few praises and "Come for me, Jungkook."

And Jungkook did.

He came with that gorgeous fucked-out look on his face and they'd both made a mess but Seokjin didn't give a damn about it because fuck.

Though... unlike last time when Seokjin had offered to watch a movie after showering, Jungkook shockingly refused to stay at all this time.

Seokjin could only listen, confused as Jungkook told him he'd clean himself off and 'get out of here'.

He wouldn't lie to himself— Jungkook leaving so soon actually sort of maybe stung just a little bit.

He wanted to watch another movie with him. He wanted to snack on popcorn and laugh at the actors on screen together again. He wanted Jungkook to stay.

But why did Jungkook rush out?

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