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the brushing of the sheets awakens him, soft cloth against cloth rubbing together by the movement of sleep; but it is not exactly that. jungkook recognizes the gesture, and inevitably lets it be, hoping that he's just mistaken, that it is just a dream, a blurry nightmare, a noise from somewhere outside the room that has woken him up. he closes his eyes and tries to sleep again.
it's useless. jungkook recognizes the gesture very well, it's him, entering his bed. he's been days without feeling it, and hyung seems to want it now. hyung needs it, like at least three times a week, he's claiming him. jungkook doesn't have to know what that brushing of the sheets next to him means, and why it doesn't stop. he's already feeling it against his ass.
"i'm tired, hyung."
jungkook doesn't know when all this started, nor even how. maybe a couple of months ago, and in the most innocent and stupid of circumstances. and he let it be. he got carried away, like he always does with his hyung, because that's what good friends do. that's the respect jungkook shows towards his elders.
"i'll be quick, i promise." namjoon's voice is sweet.
his eyes are wide open now that his sleep has been ditched. also because the cock that is awkwardly grinding up his ass is harder than a few seconds ago, meaning this won't stop just with a mumbled request.
"i couldn't sleep. it's been so stressful these days."
a hoarse voice too, deep since he was sleeping just now, like jungkook, but his voice is always so sweet when he addresses jungkook, or any of the members. especially jungkook. especially when he is horny, on his bed and brushing his restrained erection on his thigh, his ass or some bare part of his body.
a hand gropes up to jungkook's waist and tucks its fingers under the waistband of his basket pants, tentatively resting there, waiting to do more. namjoon thrusts his clothed cock upward and the garment reflexively slides a bit, exposing the beginning of jungkook's ass crack. the gasp chokes in namjoon's throat. hyung sounds especially sweet at night.
"you don't have to move if you don't want to," he whispers, rubbing the gap with his dick, "i'll do everything." his breath is labored. his movements are unsteady, sporadic, awkward thrusts against the still clothed area on jungkook's ass. "can i, kook-ah?"
what can he say to that. his cock is really hard jungkook feels it like a rock sitting heavily on his back.
it must be three, four in the morning; the house is silent, dark, his room even darker, only the color of the led that marks the time on the clock makes the outline of the furniture any visible. jungkook is going to help him, he always helps him. jungkook doesn't know exactly when this started, he doesn't know how, but for a while now, jungkook has been waking up at night with namjoon's painful erection brushing against him.
his big hands feeling him under the bed, his lips trailing sloppy kisses down his back and his nipples if he manages to get his pajama shirt open. for months now, jungkook has found himself holding namjoon's cock with his hands at night, inevitably forced to wrap his fingers around it, he has opened his mouth and allowed it to be rammed inside there until saliva has run over his chin.
because that's what he does, he loves his hyung, he respects and protects him. jungkook will help namjoon whenever he can, in whatever is necessary. and he'll be glad to.
"of course," jungkook says. and then he says: "anything for hyung."
finally and with a relieved soft laugh, as if the answer from jungkook could be any different, namjoon fully slides the blue basketball pants down to push jungkook's ass cheeks out. he tugs his own pajama bottoms down and his cock bobs free and eager, falling thick and hot against his flesh. "thank you."
soft, firm ass muscles of jungkook, always ready for him under the covers as he needs them. namjoon's hand squeezes them for a moment before he places his cock between them, pressing the meat against the hot hardness of the shaft to create the best friction.
"fuck." he starts to rock his hips up to work on his cock so. "thank you."
quick from the get-go, hasty, not thinking about anything other than pulling out a wet orgasm and leaving it anywhere outside or inside jungkook. that's the deal, easy. it's been like that all this time. namjoon doesn't need to jerk off with his own hand now that jungkook's or his lips can do a better job.
or the curve of his knees, or the gap between his side and his biceps, or any other hollow of his body. jungkook swallows thickly and endures the rough movement that the mattress is also enduring, faster and faster with every second that passes, low grunts of need and effort filling up the room.
unwittingly, an involuntary whine escapes from jungkook's throat as namjoon's hand leaves his ass cheeks to deliberately surround his hips and search for jungkook's cock at his front. he's still soft, disappointingly. he was nicely asleep, tired, he couldn't feel yet the slightest bit of a boner. but jungkook is not doing this for him. he's doing it for hyung.
"jungkook-ah." deeper voice, breathed out, dripping with pleasure and effort.
the hand is restless, it grabs him, namjoon wraps his small and vulnerable, limp cock and tries to wake it up if only to not feel so alone. jungkook tries, too, tries to grow hard before it's uncomfortable, before the inertia of his body does it for him. he wants the best for namjoon, he wants him to feel his best.
the movement of the bed is erratic, jungkook worries that the mattress base will collide with the wall and make a noise. tonight namjoon must be feeling really bad. his cock must ache, jungkook is feeling it pressing harshly as he rubs on him like a hard metal against his body, thin skin sliding from tip to halfway, wetting the small of jungkook's back slightly with precum.
"kook-ah," namjoon insists, tries a mellow voice in his ear, breathy from the incessant thrusts seeking desperately pleasurable friction.
of course he wouldn't be content only with that. he won't need to say anything else, the change in position in bed is still subtle but revealing. once the angle is not so awkward namjoon's other hand grabs his ass again and spreads his cheeks even wider, he shoves his cock there. touching the most intimate part, rubbing his hole with the wet head.
he does not stick in the tip even, he does not push, he only opens jungkook's cheeks until revealing the inner flesh of his ass, until he gets his hole open, a bit stretched, still puckered and tight since he's been peacefully sleeping just minutes ago. there namjoon brushes with his cock, rubs desperately, wet and hot, clumsily with no hands gripping the base.
he gets desperate for an instant. an angry low grunt makes him let go of jungkook's limp cock and drive it to his own erection, and there he properly grabs and brushes the head down jungkook's hole, roughly, almost accidentally entering the precum-wet tip past his rim.
jungkook blinks rapidly to open his eyes again, pursing his lips together to not whine at the sensation. it's so familiar, still intrusive and uncomfortable, but he'll hold on. he always does, he wants to. from one moment to the next, jungkook feels that namjoon is practically on top of him, heavy chest pressing his back down to the mattress, jerking off against his hole and panting over his shoulder.
"ah, shit." he must have had a bad time.
he no longer insists with his voice. jungkook is just letting the time pass, but he already anticipates what is going to happen. thus he arches his back for him, sticks his ass out as much as he can. not out of pleasure, not because the sensation is actually pleasurable for him. not because he wants namjoon to keep going, but because he's willing for his hyung to feel as good as he pleases.
he's not even turned on, no glint of arousal dripping from his body, yet jungkook's getting fully hard by the harsh friction of his soft cock on the mattress, and the desperate rocking of namjoon's hips against his hole, slipping from time to time off his cheeks. but that's a big affirmative for namjoon.
"open the drawer," he breathes out, trembling whispering. jungkook knew it would happen. "get the lube."
jungkook is closer to the nightstand. obediently he reaches out and opens the drawer, gropes the inside to find the little, sticky bottle that rests there, hidden everyday until namjoon asks him to use it.
namjoon's asking him an unnecessary permisison to fuck him. of course, he'd need more today. his erection is too big, so heavy and hot, he must be so full, must be feeling so anxious. jungkook swallows thickly again, and finishes sliding his own pants, bringing them down to his knees.
the room is still dark, he does not see anything but visualizes the figure of namjoon, clinging to him from behind like a koala to a branch, slowing down his movements but not stopping rubbing his hot and increasingly wet cock almost inside his ass. he is so impatient.
jungkook wanted to wake up early tomorrow. he had promised that he'd go fishing with seokjin and yoongi hyung since tomorrow they have a day off. jungkook wanted to work out after that, try a new boxing move he's learning lately. he wanted to play video games in the afternoon. he had planned to have dinner with jimin.
he wanted to do so many things tomorrow, and for that, sleep soundly tonight, but he must fulfill his duties. he must be a good boy. he must satiate namjoon, that's why he sleeps with the door open, for a few months. so, without planning it, namjoon spends many nights in his bed, making jungkook feel how urgent and big the need is by brushing his erection against his body.
"thank you, jungkook. you care so much about me."
a wet, sticky finger slips in without warning past jungkook's hole. the reaction time is snatched, he bites his lower lip, stifles a groan at the uncomfortable intrusion. namjoon quickly puts another finger in when he sees that the restriction is not too tight.
he's tight, he didn't get used to being stretched out yet, but never too tight, because somehow or other jungkook ends by taking namjoon's cock and fingers more than once a week, without any complaints. even so it is never pleasant, never pleasurable enough. namjoon keeps probing inside his hole, more wandering his fingers around than looking for something, then he sticks another digit in, he fucks him with three fingers for a moment to make sure he can fuck him with his cock without problem.
jungkook clenches his fist and presses it against his lips to suppress all the whines and cries that want to leave his throat, he presses his face against the pillow to muffle his breathing. it never hurts, but it is not nice either. he feels the need to endure.
"always such a good boy," namjoon whispers, shaky voice, his fingers shaking alike as they leave jungkook's puckered hole to grab his cock and line it up with it. "always so good to hyung."
"yes," jungkook replies to him. enduring, but content. "i am."
he will do whatever it takes, as long as possible, for namjoon. it's as simple as that. the head of his cock brushes past the rim for a longer instant, nervous, shaky and so hard that jungkook drops his eyelids and his head back against the pillow because he's expecting it to open him up, to bother a little.
and just like that, with a low groan he fully penetrates him, thrusting him until his shaft is completely buried inside jungkook. it's abrupt, but they don't have all night. namjoon has to relieve himself as soon as possible, jungkook wants that. he wants to give him the best, and the fastest.
jungkook adjusts his ass to find a less awkward position before namjoon starts to fuck him, because as he'll start pounding into him harder and harder he won't be able to freely move.
"so good, jungkook, fuck." namjoon grabs the mattress with his hands, hugs the body of jungkook with his body, tight to him so that the movement is not loud. "needed this so bad."
jungkook whimpers a silent reply. there is no time to even say anything else, he shoves into him hard against the bed, he hugs him tight and rocks his hips up quickly, clumsily by the eagerness; namjoon shoves his cock in and out of him at a quick pace because he needed this so bad .
suddenly a hand comes back to jungkook's shy erection to wrap around him, as if he needed, tightening more and more as if holding on there so as not to fall, as if making sure he too feels what namjoon is feeling, but it doesn't have a motion. it doesn't move up and down, namjoon doesn't jerk him off but makes sure he's hard and all of this isn't wrong.
because it is not; jungkook really wants this. he wants the best for his hyung, he would do anything for him. jungkook could stay hard and flushed by him for a long time even if the movements were uncomfortable, even if his thrusts were not pleasant, even if jungkook is noticing more the stretch and heat of his hard cock hitting him inside than the slightest sensation of an orgasm.
however namjoon's moans are so wet, so ragged, he is eagerly moving his body inside jungkook's, he's brutally ramming him because he can't hold it anymore.
"'i'm going to cum."
he needed this so badly and he's harshly demonstrating it on jungkook.
"i'm gonna cum jungkook, shit, i'm cumming."
finally. jungkook nods, he nods fervently against the pillow, against the fabric that buries him to the bed and makes him one with it, like another pillow. namjoon is fucking a flesh pillow and he is about to cum inside the cloth cover.
"please, hyung." but before he does, an attempt at a plea is what jungkook can say. wet, swollen flushed lips press a quiet plea on the pillow. he doesn't want to bother him, not when hyung is so stressed and needy, not now that he's shaking and pounding hard inside him about to climax. but if he tries, maybe tonight he'll listen to his request. "please, not inside..."
maybe namjoon hears him over his moans, maybe he hears jungkook beggin against the bed and indulges him.
by the time jungkook has opened his eyes, however, it is too late. namjoon parts his lips against the skin on the nape of his neck and releases his orgasm inside him, long, slow spasms of thick cum filling jungkook's hole until it overflows a bit and drops begin to drip out from between namjoon's hard cock and his walls.
it's so uncomfortable the feeling afterwards, when hyung cums inside him. so oddly wet, so sticky, so shameful. it will linger inside him through the night, and the next morning he will continue to feel it when he showers. jungkook doesn't like it, but ends by giving in.
jungkook blinks rapidly to wipe away the inevitable tears that threatened to fall down his cheeks from the moment he was penetrated. he's fine, he feels so good now. namjoon hyung is relaxed, he breathes easy to catch the oxygen, and that's a good sign. that's that he has done well again.
"you can do it here if you want." namjoon says. he's still inside, dick hard and pulsating, wrapped by his sensitive walls.
and even though they must keep silent namjoon's voice is hoarse and loud now. no one will notice, he hopes; no one did during all these months.
"don't worry," jungkook is breathless somehow. "i'll do it in the bathroom."
namjoon hums his response as he finally slips out of him. jungkook has red lips from biting them to suppress his noises.
"okay."
it's so wet. jungkook quickly pulls up his pants to cover up the evidence, so that the cum does not escape through the sheets now that it will also be inside his ass. shaky, weak from the sensation and the tireless movements, from the sticky heat of the bed, jungkook pulls the blanket away and stands up bare feet. he can't see anything, with no lights it's almost completely dark. but he easily finds his way to the door.
and, to a bitter surprise, he finds it open.
not completely, but enough to know that it shouldn't be like this. jungkook doesn't lock the door at night in case namjoon needs to come in, but hyung isn't an idiot. he closes the door behind him, he makes sure that the help he receives from jungkook is kept safely between them alone, but now the door is half open in the dark.
jungkook furtively walks into the dark corridor. there is a light on at the end, not belonging to any of the bedrooms, the light comes from the living room, or the kitchen. there was someone up, and out there, while namjoon was fucking jungkook's ass like a fleshlight to relieve the tension of his day.
but they never know, maybe whoever has neither realized now. maybe that person hasn't even walked to the hallway, maybe namjoon really forgot to close the door and the breeze from the open windows has opened the door even wider.
some of the members may have gotten up just to get some water, or to prepare a midnight snack. and jungkook must quickly clean up, and take care of his erection. he can't go to the living room now to check, risking to find and talk to one of his hyungs with a boner and his ass leaking namjoon's milk.
with a worried lump in his throat jungkook decides to keep his path and heads to the nearest bathroom. there, once the door is closed behind him, he feels safe. wet and safe, and still so hard. he doesn't even feel aroused, but his erection won't go away, it will never go away unless he does something about it.
he has done well. he has been a good boy, as always. he will receive hyung's sweet voice, kindness, and everlasting support as thanks. all he has to do is do anything for him.
once jungkook double checks the door is locked he quickly pulls his pants down to his ankles and grabs his cock, frowning, pursed lips at it. he fists it and strokes himself fast, jerks himself off dry and fast as if he had a countdown tickling behind the bathroom wall. that's the only relief he needs, a little pleasure for what he's done. to feel at least a little good when namjoon does it too, even if it's not hyung who makes him feel good.
it doesn't even matter. the minimal, familiar pleasure that he can give himself with his own hand it is enough so that jungkook can feel that sensation too, that burning in his crotch, that pressure draining all the blood in his body to concentrate it on his erection and finally bring him to climax.
he doesn't think about anything since any guy touching him now would resemble namjoon, and he is doing him the favor not for his own pleasure, but to please hyung.
jungkook can only think of his own cock, of raw pleasure, of his own soft palm stroking him, of how he would feel if it were wet, and tighter, and even softer. warmer, like a mouth. shyly, he thinks about how it would feel if it wasn't touched by namjoon but someone else. how it could be if namjoon would help him too.
if his cock were sucked too, if lips could surround his shaft and swallow him fully. thinks of how it would feel if he was able to cum into someone's mouth. but it's hard to imagine, and he doesn't have time for wondering.
and a sudden noise cuts his attempts off. a noise sounds outside, distant but audible, steps approaching. a low voice through the wall.
"jungkook?" he can't distinguish it, it could be anyone's.
and he's troubled, but can't slow down, he can't get to stop now. it hits him hard, inadvertent.
"shit, shit." his muscles are suddenly tensing. he's suddenly spasming, he's suddenly cumming.
jungkook's head drops back on the door and shamefully he's spitting his load on his hand with a sudden choked moan, thin white threads falling to wet his fingers and the blue bathroom tiles, cock pulsating sensitive and cumming dull but nonstop as the steps keeps getting closer, slippers walking near to the bathroom door.
whoever is outside probably wants to use this bathroom right now, but as much as he tries to finish the orgasm is long as it never has been. sensitivity lasts too long, transparent white drops do not stop wanting to shily come out of the slit of his head. jungkook stares wide-eyed at the door behind his back, at his cock in his hand, at an orgasm that barely feels good but is betraying him.
he can't stay like this any longer. quickly he reaches down and pulls up his pants, roughly keeps his cock inside, a decision that makes his body jerk from the pain of oversensitivity. he runs to one of the rolls of paper and kneels on the floor to clean up the mess.
he's fast as a car race. he disguises on flushing the toilet. the oversensitivity of his soft cock rubbing against the fabric of his pants makes him shudder with every step, but he can't stay locked there, there's someone waiting outside. jungkook turns off the bathroom light first not to face him, and then inhales and opens the door.
"jungkook? is it you, right?"
it's dark enough not to be seen.
"yes!"
the answer is immediate and instinctive, years and years of immediate receptivity and reaction.
"still awake?"
the light in the living room is now off, the only thing that makes jungkook see that it is yoongi who is speaking to him is the light from the elder's phone acting as a flashlight to return to his room. jungkook's lower lip is really worked and sore from having bitten it so much, he realizes now as he nervously bites the tender skin again.
"was sleeping. i had to pee."
"i see."
jungkook's face must be so flushed, his hair tousled, his hands probably still stained from his orgasm since he didn't have proper time to wash them.
"um." and yoongi won't walk anymore. not even to use the bathroom. he's standing waiting for nothing. "i'm going to sleep, hyung."
"sure."
he just stays there, still, standing in front of him and with a too sympathetic smile on his face. but there is nothing unusual in the way he talks to him. no strange look, no different voice, not even the slightest bit. he's just there, when he should not.
yoongi been hanging around the house, but he doesn't have to know about what happened. jungkook's room is the furthest from the living room, and this time he has tried to be really quiet, so much so that even with namjoon's final grunts and the door open no one should have heard.
the only difference on yoongi, though, is that even with the bluish light of his phone, it's worryingly noticeable his eyes are reddened. his cheeks are flushed. he would be asleep just a few minutes ago, that's why. he must have woken up from a deep sleep so his face is still swollen and red. he must still be sleepy and that is why his eyes are glassy and dilated.
"rest, jungkook-ah," yoongi says. he smiles at him. jungkook can see it even with the phone's screen pointed at the wall. "that will make you feel good."
the smile lasts longer than usual. they both should be sleepy; seems yoongi really is, jungkook is faking it. the soporific sensation caused by cumming only a few minutes ago. still it sounds so sweet, suddenly. strangely, needlessly mellow. jungkook appreciates the naive concern.
"thank you, hyung." the ignorant caring. if he knew what he's been doing for months for namjoon, most likely he couldn't even look into his eyes.
and so he returns to his room, still under the gaze of yoongi who doesn't come back to his room until making sure jungkook is closing his door. he does so, hiding someone on his bed. and waits for a moment to hear yoongi's steps down the hall past the living room. namjoon is asleep by the time. jungkook tilts his head back to check it in the dark.
everything is fine, just as it's been for months. but despite yoongi's recommendation and the calm after one of the longest orgasms of his life, jungkook is fully awake.