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The bitter yet comforting flavor of coffee hits Jungkook’s taste buds. He takes a long swig as he glances around the full café.
“Why’d we have to come here? It’s too busy,” Seokjin grumbles as he takes a seat across from Jungkook.
“They have good coffee here,” Jungkook pouts in response.
“I agree. I like it here,” Namjoon says as he approaches the table after Seokjin.
He gives Jungkook a dimpled smile and then goes to carefully try to set his drink down without spilling it.
Jungkook smiles back and tries to ignore the way Seokjin snickers at him.
“An iced coffee? Don’t you usually get hot?” Seokjin says, eyeing Namjoon’s iced Americano once they’re settled.
“Yeah, I don’t know. Hot seemed…too hot today?” Namjoon replies, rubbing the back of his neck.
“Too hot? It’s literally freezing outside,” Seokjin laughs.
Namjoon shrugs. As if on cue to prove his point, Yoongi bustles through the door in a down coat and scarf.
“Shit, it's freezing outside,” Yoongi says, grabbing Seokjin’s cup and wrapping his hands around it to warm them.
Jungkook laughs at Seokjin’s squawk of protest but then glances back over at Namjoon. He hadn’t paid attention before but now he sees that Namjoon isn’t wearing a jacket and didn’t appear to have brought one. He’s just wearing a thin black ribbed sweater. Jungkook’s eyes travel to where the sweater hugs across his chest, eyes soaking in what he usually only allows himself glimpses at. Namjoon must feel eyes on him because he looks over. Jungkook’s eyes snap back up and he turns his attention back to Seokjin and Yoongi with a blush. Now he can feel Namjoon’s eyes on him but he’s too embarrassed at being caught to look back.
He listens halfheartedly to the conversation that starts to flow easily between the other two, trying to contribute a sentence here and there. He perks up and listens fully when Namjoon starts to speak. Not just because he likes the low vibrato of his voice, but because it gives him an excuse to look at him without flat out staring for no reason.
Somehow, the topic of who’s the better cook comes up and Seokjin and Yoongi start squabbling. Namjoon looks over at Jungkook and shakes his head with a laugh at the exchange. Jungkook laughs too and feels fluttery with Namjoon’s eyes back on him. He looks down into his coffee cup and tells himself to get a grip.
When he looks up again, he’s surprised to find Namjoon still looking at him with a twinkle in his eye. His breath catches slightly and he hopes to heaven Namjoon doesn’t notice.
“Hey, Joon. Did you bring the books?” Yoongi asks, his voice cutting through Jungkook’s thoughts.
“Yeah, I brought them,” Namjoon says, eyes easily going over to Yoongi and then his bag on the floor to get the books.
Jungkook sighs at losing Namjoon’s attention and throws Yoongi a slight glower.
“What?” Yoongi asks with a laugh.
Jungkook doesn’t say anything and watches Namjoon’s pretty hands move across him to hand the books over, taking the small stack that Yoongi brought to switch with.
The two of them start talking about the books, Jungkook smiling to himself at the way Namjoon’s eyes light up while talking about something he’s interested in.
He’s not sure if Namjoon knows. Knows that Jungkook has an all consuming crush on him. That when Namjoon is in close proximity, Jungkook feels warmth and nerves tingle all over his skin. That when Namjoon smiles at him, he feels like he has just earned something precious. And that when Jungkook is able to steal secret looks at Namjoon’s lips, he has to control this wanting heat that builds in his core. That it takes all the energy he has to control his scent from spiking when Namjoon is around.
Sometimes he thinks Namjoon does know. Something in his eyes when he looks at Jungkook, like he knows a secret. Other times, he thinks it’s painfully obvious that Namjoon just thinks of them as good friends. And Jungkook decided a long time ago that he’d rather be Namjoon’s friend than nothing at all.
He knows that if he did tell him his feelings, Namjoon would be nice about it. Would never make fun of him or treat him differently. But he also knows that he can’t handle the embarrassment that would follow and the inevitable pity he would see in Namjoon’s eyes if he didn’t feel the same way.
There’s also a small part of him that feels like he’s falling into an age old cliche. Dumb omega can’t control himself around strong alpha. Like he’s programmed to react like this and he has no power over it. But then Namjoon will do something endearing like stop in the middle of the sidewalk to admire a flower growing in a crack in the concrete. And Jungkook knows that he would feel the way he does no matter what “categories” their bodies say they fit into. Also knows that Namjoon doesn’t buy into all that stuff, anyway. He’s always treated Jungkook and everyone else like an equal. Jungkook has accepted that it’s okay that his body wants Namjoon’s because so does his heart.
He checks back into the conversation and can’t help it. He glances around casually to make sure no one is looking and then takes a slow inhale. Namjoon wears a scent blocker like most do but Jungkook’s always been able to pick up at least a whiff of him.
He automatically clamps his legs shut. He gets way more than just a whiff of Namjoon’s scent. It’s still really subdued, especially with all the other bodies around but it's unmistakably stronger than usual. That deep, dark chocolate scent that he usually only lets himself daydream about. It makes Jungkook’s brain go a bit fuzzy, the scent intoxicating to him. He chews his lip and looks at Yoongi and Seokjin to see if they’re getting it too. When he sees that they’re not affected at all, he thinks maybe it’s just his crush addled mind magnifying the scent.
He tries to just breathe through his mouth. The last thing he needs is for something mortifying to happen like him breaking through his own scent blocker and someone smelling him. They would smell hints of arousal and he would actually die on the spot if he had to explain why. He gulps and tries to look normal.
Namjoon gets up and goes to the counter, giving Jungkook a chance to breathe through his nose again. When he returns, it’s with an ice water in hand. Yoongi and Seokjin don’t seem to notice but Jungkook practically stares as Namjoon downs the whole thing in one go, watching the bob of his Adam's apple as he swallows.
When he looks up at Jungkook, his pupils look a little bigger than they did earlier and he has a pretty blush to his cheeks. Jungkook knows he’s just flat out staring at Namjoon now but he absolutely cannot stop. He’s practically glowing. And he’s staring right back at Jungkook. He’s wearing an intense expression that Jungkook can’t read. Something about it has a simmer starting in Jungkook’s body.
Namjoon stands abruptly, finally getting the other two’s attention.
“Bathroom,” he mumbles when they look at him questioningly.
They just nod as Namjoon turns his back on them and walks away, Jungkook’s eyes trailing after him until he disappears.
He tries to distract himself by asking Yoongi about a movie, but his mind wanders back to Namjoon. Should he go check on him? No, that would be weird. Unless…unless Namjoon wanted…no. There’s no way.
Jungkook sits up straighter when Namjoon walks back up to the table. He looks into his eyes and tries to give him a small smile.
Namjoon takes one look at him and then he’s grabbing for his bag.
“I gotta go,” he says hurriedly, almost tumbling over a chair.
“Already? We just got here,” Yoongi frowns.
“I - I know. I - umm, don't feel good. I’m sorry, we’ll catch up later. I’m really sorry,” he rushes out apologetically.
They look concerned for a moment and Namjoon starts waving his hands to backtrack.
“I’m okay, promise. Just need t - to rest,” he assures.
“Okay, keep us posted,” Yoongi says, Seokjin nodding in agreement.
Namjoon promises and then heads for the door, Jungkook opening his mouth but no words coming out. He closes it and sighs as Namjoon reaches the door. He watches curiously when Namjoon pauses for a moment. He slowly glances back, like he knows Jungkook’s eyes are still glued to him. Their eyes lock and Jungkook can feel the want that rushes through his body. Namjoon turns, the door slamming behind him.
Jungkook stares at the door long after Namjoon has disappeared. His brain is a jumbled mess but one thing is for sure. Namjoon has never looked at him like that before. Slowly, his ears start to pick up on someone trying to talk to him.
“Sorry, what?” he asks, pulling his stare away and looking blankly at Yoongi and Seokjin.
Seokjin snickers at him again and Yoongi gives him an exaggerated look of annoyance but then just chuckles.
“I asked if we could have movie night at your place next weekend? You know, since you have that big projector,” Yoongi asks.
“Oh, oh yeah. Sure, that’s fine,” Jungkook says, trying desperately to check back in and not seem rude.
He tries his hardest to fall into the conversation about which movies they should watch but it’s like his mind went out the door when Namjoon did. He drinks up the last dregs of his coffee, eyes looking down at the table. He glances over to where Namjoon had been sitting and sits up when he notices the books on the table. Namjoon had rushed out so quickly he had forgotten the books that Yoongi brought him.
Jungkook reaches over and drags them in front of him. He looks down at them, his mind running into overdrive. Chews his lip nervously. Taking a deep breath, he lets the image of a Namjoon fill his senses. His scent, his glow, his eyes. Those eyes. The way they soaked Jungkook in and made his heart feel like it was in his throat.
Now it’s Jungkook who stands from the table. He tries to steady his breathing and not look so nervous when Seokjin and Yoongi look up at him.
“Namjoon forgot his books,” he states, like that explains everything.
Yoongi glances at them and waves his hand.
“It’s okay. I can just give them to him tomorrow.”
“No!” Jungkook says louder than he means.
Yoongi’s eyes shoot up in surprise.
“I - I mean, I can take them to him now,” he says, grabbing shakily for the books like Yoongi is going to snatch them away.
He holds them protectively to his chest and glances apologetically at Yoongi.
“Sorry, I just meant - his place is on the way to mine, anyway. I can just drop them off,” he says in what he hopes sounds like a casual tone.
Yoongi blinks and then a knowing look crosses his face.
“Okay, Kook. It’s up to you,” he grins.
He looks over at Seokjin and they laugh and then look innocently back up at Jungkook.
“Yes, you take those to Namjoon and give him our best,” Seokjin says in mock seriousness.
“I - shut up!” Jungkook blushes furiously, trying to push past them to get to the door.
He knows they know about his crush but it’s still embarrassing that he’s that obvious.
They both give him comforting pats before he gets away to show they mean no harm and Jungkook throws them a pout but then smiles sheepishly.
“I’ll still see you guys at movie night?” he asks.
They both nod and voice their promises, making Jungkook feel better about leaving them. He slips on his coat and walks into the frigid air.
The cold scrapes against his cheeks as he walks, his breath creating his own miniature clouds. He walks faster, tightening his coat around himself while being careful not to drop the books.
When he rounds the corner and sees Namjoon’s building, his pace starts to slow down. He had been so intent on talking himself into doing this but now that he’s actually doing it, nerves start to fill his body. He wants to see Namjoon but he’s not 100% sure that Namjoon wants to see him. This thought makes him slow down even more. He gulps and starts to think maybe he should just pass Namjoon’s place and go on to his own.
He weighs his options and decides to just go for it. If it’s awkward, he can just play it off like he’s just doing a friend a favor.
He’s in front of Namjoon’s building now. Looking up, he notices tiny snowflakes have started to fall. They start to stick to his eyelashes and he realizes he needs to get inside before he freezes. He takes a deep breath and starts for the front door.
Once he’s in the lobby, his body relaxes a little at not being in the harsh cold anymore. Turning and heading towards the stairs, he starts to rehearse in his mind what he wants to say. He’ll just say he’s here to drop off the books and if Namjoon looks at him the same way he did earlier he’ll…he’s not sure. Hopes it’ll come to him in the moment.
He reaches the landing and stops when he smells it. Dark chocolate. It’s light but it’s there. Jungkook would recognize it anywhere. His legs feel like they’re walking through glue as he gets closer to Namjoon’s door, scent becoming stronger.
When he’s standing right in front of his door, he tries to take a calming inhale but all it does is permeate his nose with Namjoon’s scent. And it smells so fucking good that Jungkook has to lean on the doorframe. His knees almost feel like they could give out and he sighs shakily. Maybe this was a mistake. He manages to peel himself away from the doorframe and takes a step back.
He freezes when he hears shuffling on the other side of the door. Then he starts to panic, images of Namjoon opening the door and finding him just standing there flashing through his mind. He reaches up and knocks on the door quickly before that can happen.
Listening carefully, he waits to see if he hears Namjoon. There’s a beat of silence that feels like an eternity. He almost jumps when he hears Namjoon’s deep voice from the other side of the door.
“J - Jungkook?”
It takes a second for him to find his voice and when he does, it comes out higher than he means.
“Yeah, i - it’s me. I - I...ummm. You forgot your books and I thought - I just thought I’d bring them by and…yeah,” he trails off, unsure what to say next.
Another beat of silence.
“Oh, okay. You can just set them outside the door. T- thanks for bringing them,” Namjoon finally answers, still not opening the door.
Jungkook's heart sinks more than he wants it to.
“O - okay. Yeah, I’ll just set them down,” he says dumbly.
And then a mix of desire and stubbornness has him opening his mouth again.
“Are - are you sure? I don’t want anyone to steal them or something.”
Namjoon doesn’t respond and Jungkook really thinks he’s pushed too much. He’s about to open his mouth and take it back when he hears the door start to unlock.
The door opens halfway and too many things hit Jungkook at once.
If he thought he could smell Namjoon before, it’s nothing compared to what he smells now. It’s so strong and intoxicating and Jungkook wants to be enveloped in it. Wants to be part of it.
His lips part to get more of the scent and he can taste it. He feels his mouth start to salivate and quickly closes his lips. He shakes his head to try and clear it, trying to get a grip back on reality. And in this reality, once his eyes focus, he sees Namjoon is standing shirtless in front of him.
He wouldn’t be able to stop his eyes from traveling over Namjoon’s bare chest in any universe, but he still blushes. After years of friendship, he’s seen Namjoon shirtless before but never like this. Never with a pretty flush painting his skin, deep breaths making his pectorals contract mesmerizingly.
Jungkook finally manages to tear his eyes away from Namjoon’s naked chest and back up to his face. They stare at each other and Jungkook’s pretty sure all sensical words have left his brain.
Namjoon shakes his head slightly and seems to realize how he looks. He chews his lip and gives Jungkook an apologetic look.
“S - sorry. I should have thrown a shirt on. I’m just - I wasn’t thinking. And sorry for leaving so abruptly earlier. I - I needed to be home,” he stammers out a little breathlessly, unable to keep eye contact.
Jungkook's eyes widen and he nods understandingly.
“Of course! I get it. I didn’t mean to come across like I needed an explanation,” he says worriedly, taking in Namjoon’s flushed skin and heavy breathing.
“But-umm are you sure you’re okay?”
Namjoon nods and tries to smile.
“Yeah, yeah I’m fine. Don’t worry about me.”
He’s not convinced but he starts to hand the books over. Namjoon reaches for them and their fingers brush and it feels like Jungkook’s skin ignites. His eyes snap back up to Namjoon’s just as Namjoon takes a shaky breath.
“Your skin’s hot,” Jungkook murmurs before he can stop himself.
“Oh y - yeah. I’m a little warm,” Namjoon replies, eyes now glued to Jungkook’s.
And because his body refuses to just be, Jungkook takes another deep inhale. His eyes close momentarily at the addicting scent. It takes a moment, but when he realizes what he’s doing, his eyes pop open in embarrassment. A hot blush spreads through him when he sees Namjoon watching his actions with wide eyes.
“I’m sorry. Oh my gosh, I’m sorry. I don’t know why I did that. I didn’t - “
“It’s okay,” Namjoon interrupts him.
“It’s my fault. I know I smell stronger than usual,” he adds, rubbing the back of his neck almost guiltily.
Jungkook shakes his head in protest at the word “fault” and gives Namjoon a small pout. Namjoon chuckles softly at the reaction, turning to set the books inside. When he turns back around, he takes a large gulp of breath before he speaks.
“I’m pretty sure I’m going into an early rut. I’m not sure why but…yeah.”
Jungkook feels his eyes glaze over. Namjoon. Rut. He’s smelling what Namjoon smells like when he…
His seemingly permanent blush somehow deepens and he looks into Namjoon’s eyes. Knows that he knows. And Namjoon looks at him like he did earlier. Those intense eyes drinking in every drop of him. The aching want that’s been simmering in Jungkook for years catches fire.
“I can help you,” Jungkook says softly.
His voice doesn’t even sound like his own to him.
Namjoon’s eyes grow impossibly wide and Jungkook would think the reaction was cute if he wasn’t about to combust. Namjoon watches him for a second but then deflates slightly.
“I can’t ask you to do that, Jungkook,” he says quietly.
“You didn’t ask me. I offered to,” Jungkook answers back, surprising himself.
Namjoon looks torn.
“Kook, I don’t know if it’s the best idea. I don’t want to make things awkward between us. You mean too much to me to possibly ruin things with…with sex. Especially rut sex,” Namjoon says.
Jungkook groans.
“Please don’t say rut sex.”
Namjoon laughs but it comes out a bit breathless.
“Sorry.”
Jungkook laughs too and then tilts his head and takes in the man before him.
“I can help you,” he repeats.
“Jungkook…” Namjoon trails off, finding no more words of protest.
Taking a step closer to Namjoon, Jungkook searches his face.
“I want to. I mean, of course only if you want to,” he says.
Always have, he thinks.
Namjoon chews on his lip and thinks for a moment. He slowly brings a hand up to cradle Jungkook’s chin, his hot skin searing into Jungkook’s. The sensation almost makes Jungkook moan and he wants more. Wants Namjoon’s hands to mark him all over.
“You like the way I smell?” Namjoon asks, voice impossibly deep.
Jungkook leans into Namjoon’s touch, wants to fall completely into Namjoon.
“I - so much,” he practically pants.
This answer along with one more deep and searching look into Jungkook’s eyes seems to give Namjoon his decision.
A switch turns in Namjoon and Jungkook sees his eyes change. His hand leaves Jungkook’s face and a strong arm wraps around his waist. Jungkook lets out a small noise of surprise as he’s pulled forward, hands landing on Namjoon’s shoulders for purchase. The door slams behind him.
Jungkook’s back hits the door as Namjoon crowds into his space. They’re both already panting as they take each other in. Namjoon leans his forehead on Jungkook’s, arm still holding his waist firmly. Jungkook stares into his eyes, blown out and dark.
His breath hitches when Namjoon moves to his neck and inhales deeply. His hot breath sends another shock of want through Jungkook.
“Fuck, you smell so good,” Namjoon murmurs into his skin.
The tips of Jungkook’s fingers press harder into Namjoon’s shoulder.
“Yeah?” Jungkook says, mind still trying to comprehend what is happening.
“Mmm hmm. So sweet and…fresh,” Namjoon breathes.
He’s been told this before. Knows people like his sweet, orange smell. But hearing that Namjoon likes it cancels everyone else out. Namjoon’s the only person he wants to smell good for.
He gasps when he feels Namjoon’s tongue flick out and lick a stripe on his neck. He pulls him closer to him, Namjoon now pressing him against the door. Namjoon gives his pulse point a small suck that has Jungkook squirming before he moves back up. He stares at Jungkook’s lips and licks his own, Jungkook following every movement with rapt fascination.
This is it. He’s about to kiss Namjoon. After all this time. All his wanting and waiting for something he wasn’t quite sure he was allowed to wait for. Namjoon starts to close the tiny distance between them but then pulls away slightly, a small crease of worry in his eyebrows.
“Kook, you’re sure?” he asks.
And Jungkook’s heart just beats faster. Namjoon already shimmering with the sheen of rut, still checking one last time for consent.
He quickly shimmies out of his way too hot coat, letting it fall to the floor as he moves to wrap his arms around Namjoon’s neck and pulls their bodies flush. He brings his lips to Namjoon’s ear.
“Yes. So sure. Just. J - just want you,” he whispers, hopes it doesn’t sound too honest.
But Namjoon’s lips are on his before he can overthink too much.
He used to worry that he was building up the daydream of kissing Namjoon too much in his head. No way could a kiss from any one person be that good. But being here, in the now, kissing Namjoon is really that good. His lips tingle and electrify the moment Namjoon’s lips touch him. So soft and full as they kiss into Jungkook’s welcoming mouth.
His moans get swallowed up by Namjoon and he kisses back, kisses the lips he’s been admiring for years. Can’t help it when he peeks his tongue out and licks across Namjoon’s lower lip. Namjoon groans, pulling away slightly as he brings a hand back to Jungkook’s chin, thumb brushing over his lips and landing right below them. He guides Jungkook’s mouth open wider and leans back in.
Namjoon’s tongue feels like silk on his. Wet and warm as Namjoon explores Jungkook’s mouth, tongues starting to intertwine as he reciprocates. They kiss into each other deeply, lips feeling like they could almost bruise each other.
Namjoon laces both arms tightly around Jungkook’s waist. Jungkook lets out a small yelp of surprise when his feet leave the floor. Namjoon chuckles and nods down between them.
“Wrap your legs around my waist,” he hums.
Jungkook blushes at the request but follows it, strong thighs closing around Namjoon.
Having Namjoon holding him up affects him way more than he would have thought. He feels safe and wanted in Namjoon’s arms. He sighs contentedly but that turns into a moan when Namjoon attaches his mouth to Jungkook’s pulse point and sucks, hard.
He’s a little scared to loosen the grip of his arms around Namjoon’s neck but then he does and feels that Namjoon really does have him. He moves to tangle his hands in Namjoon’s hair, the soft strands gliding through his fingers.
Namjoon nips at the spot he’s been working on, making Jungkook accidentally pull his hair harder than he means. But all it does is make Namjoon groan and scrape his teeth against the bruise he’s made on Jungkook’s neck. He licks a soothing stripe over it almost apologetically before he goes back to Jungkook’s lips.
Namjoon presses him harder into the door and Jungkook can feel him on the inside of his thigh. Can feel how hard he already is. The realization makes Jungkook whimper into Namjoon’s mouth and he feels the stickiness between his legs increase. Knows Namjoon’s alpha will pick up on the accompanying scent spike in a split second.
Namjoon’s eyes roll back when it does.
“Holy fuck, Jungkook. N-need you. Please, please,” Namjoon babbles out, pressing his erection even more into Jungkook’s thigh.
“Have me, have me,” Jungkook chants as he kisses wetly down Namjoon’s neck.
He feels the smooth wood of the door leave his back as Namjoon walks them further into his apartment. He’s surprised when Namjoon doesn’t go to his bedroom, instead heading for the couch.
Jungkook’s still clinging to him when Namjoon settles him down into the couch cushions, head laying on the arm rest. Looking up at Namjoon caging him in sends glints through his body. Namjoon kisses his lips and then down to his collarbones. His fingers play with the hem of Jungkook’s shirt, starting to push it up. The tips of his fingers graze Jungkook’s skin and he wants it off. Wants to be seen by Namjoon’s eyes. He lifts off of the cushions slightly and impatiently pulls his shirt off and away from his body.
Namjoon chuckles at his eagerness but quiets when he places a hand on Jungkook’s chest. He drags his fingertips down, the feather touches making Jungkook’s breath hitch. His hips buck up and he lets out an embarrassingly needy moan when Namjoon circles around his nipple.
“Sensitive,” Namjoon murmurs, eyes so blown out they look completely black.
Jungkook has no words as he feels more wetness collect in his jeans. His hands fly up to grip Namjoon’s shoulders as his hand travels lower to cup him through the fabric. His head throws back on the armrest as Namjoon begins to palm him, making the blood travel straight to his cock.
“Namjoon, p-please,” Jungkook says brokenly when he finally finds his voice.
Namjoon nods and starts to undo the button of his jeans as he sucks kisses down his chest. When he pulls the zipper down and pushes his hand past the waistband of Jungkook’s underwear, the skin on skin contact makes Jungkook let out a choked off moan. Namjoon’s eyes widen and he knows Namjoon can feel how wet he is now. He’s half embarrassed and half turned on by it.
Judging by Namjoon’s low moan, it seems to be just the latter for him.
“So wet, Kook. For me?” he whispers shakily.
“For you,” Jungkook answers, shy all of a sudden.
Namjoon’s jaw tightens and his scent spikes so much that Jungkook tastes it. “Let me just-” Namjoon sits up and places both hands on Jungkook’s hips and looks at him.
Jungkook nods and lifts his hips to show it’s okay. Namjoon gets the message and starts to pull his jeans and underwear off of him slowly. Namjoon is about to see him completely naked and it makes Jungkook’s heart race with a mix of emotions. He chews on his lip and blushes when he feels cool air hit his overheated skin, wanting to watch Namjoon’s reaction but also wanting to shy away into his arm. Namjoon throws the clothes on the floor and just stares.
It goes on a second longer than Jungkook can bear and he covers his flushed face with his hands.
“N-Namjoon,” he whines, doesn’t know what else to say.
The shyness makes Namjoon snap back to attention and chuckle softly.
“Sorry. You’re just…wow. Everything’s so pretty,” he murmurs.
“Pretty?” Jungkook questions, still unable to take his hands away from his face.
“Pretty,” Namjoon confirms.
He carefully wraps his hands around Jungkook’s wrists. He gently pulls and Jungkook lets him. Their eyes meet again and Jungkook can feel the burning in both of them.
Namjoon leans down to kiss him slowly and deeply. He moves to whisper into Jungkook’s ear.
“Can you get on your hands and knees for me?”
The words send a heat wave through Jungkook’s core.
“Y-yes,” he sighs out, can tell the obedient word turns them both on from the scent spikes.
Namjoon hums and helps Jungkook sit up, sneaks a couple soft kisses to Jungkook’s mouth and cheek. Jungkook sighs happily but turns shy again when he realizes he’s literally about to present himself in front of Namjoon. But one inhale of that dark chocolate scent and he turns around slowly. He grounds his knees into the couch and holds himself up on the armrest.
He’s never felt more exposed in his life but he hears Namjoon’s breath hitch.
“Fuck, Jungkook,” he says shakily.
Namjoon moves until he’s right behind Jungkook, hands going up to drag blunt fingernails down his back. Jungkook moans loudly at the sensation, back arching slightly.
“Like when I touch you?” Namjoon says in his deep voice.
“Yes. W-want you to touch me more,” Jungkook whimpers.
He feels Namjoon’s big hands hold his waist and begin to massage. They travel to the small of his back and lower until he’s gripping his ass, still massaging and making Jungkook melt.
“Can I look at you?”
Jungkook almost lets out a moan at the words.
“Yeah,” he answers breathlessly.
He feels his cheeks part and whimpers when air hits his hole. His ears turn pink when he feels himself clench around nothing.
“Holy fuck. You’re fucking glistening,” Namjoon murmurs.
Jungkook’s hips jerk backwards, just wanting wanting wanting.
“I got you,” Namjoon reassures.
He continues to hold Jungkook open with his large hands, thumb moving to gently rub through his slick. The sensation draws a long moan out of Jungkook. Namjoon spreads his slick all around his rim, Jungkook panting underneath him.
“Smell so sweet,” Namjoon groans, fingers digging into the meat of Jungkook’s ass.
“Namjoon,” Jungkook moans, all the patience seeping from his body.
Namjoon hums and Jungkook feels some rustling movements behind him. When he realizes it’s Namjoon pulling his sweats off, heat pools in his belly.
Once he’s fully naked, Namjoon grips his waist again and leans his body against Jungkook’s. His eyes widen when he feels Namjoon’s erection on him.
“B-big,” he says before his mind can stop him.
He wants to see but stays put for now. Namjoon lets out a strained chuckle.
“We’ll start off slow,” he says, hands going lower to spread him again.
He ruts against Jungkook, length slipping through slick and catching on his rim. Jungkook gasps and his muscles tighten at the anticipation. Namjoon does it again, this time making Jungkook shiver even though both their bodies are overheated. He feels himself clench again, his body done with being empty.
“I’m already covered in your slick,” Namjoon breathes out.
He moves to take himself in his hand. He lines the head of his erection up with Jungkook’s hole and begins to tease. Jungkook chokes out a needy moan.
“P-please,” he whimpers, nails digging into the armrest.
Namjoon hums and presses at Jungkook’s entrance, his cockhead slowly pushing in.
“Aahh-”, Jungkook chokes out, Namjoon having to hold him firmly so his hips don’t jerk back.
“Slowly, remember?” Namjoon says deeply.
“Yes-yes,slow. Sorry. Just feels good already,” Jungkook blushes.
Namjoon huffs out a laugh.
“Yeah? And we’re just getting started.”
He pushes in more before Jungkook can react to that, slick making the slide easier. Namjoon doesn’t go any further, lets Jungkook adjust to his size.
Jungkook feels the pressure of himself stretching to fit Namjoon and it feels so good. Feels so incredibly satisfying to have his body accept Namjoon inside it, to finally have this closeness after such a long time of pining.
He feels his body pump out more slick and his entrance relax, making Namjoon sink deeper down into him. Bites his lip in a smile when he hears Namjoon curse.
He’s starting to feel full and it’s so overwhelming in the best way possible.
“Fuck, Kook. I wish you could see this. Can’t believe I’m inside of you,” Namjoon grits out.
Jungkook looks over his shoulder at Namjoon, eyes big under his eyelashes.
“T-tell me,” he pants out.
Namjoon slides out a little and pushes back in, making them both moan.
“Just taking me so well. Opening up for me so perfectly. Look so fucking good around me,” Namjoon praises.
Jungkook absolutely preens at the words, back arching and ready for more. Namjoon takes the not so subtle hint and pushes even more of his length inside.
“Fuck,” Jungkook moans out, knees spreading open wider.
Namjoon reaches up and runs a hand up and down the planes of Jungkook’s back. Jungkook hums at the touch and Namjoon does it again, this time with nails. Jungkook groans loudly and tries to push back again.
“Can you-fuck. Do that again while you push all the way in?” he asks shakily.
“Anything you want,” Namjoon hums.
His hand travels back to the top of Jungkook’s back and starts down, nails digging in a bit more as he sinks himself in all the way.
Jungkook shouts. His head lolls forward and he arches even more.
“Okay?” Namjoon asks, a tinge of worry to his voice.
“Yes, yes, yes. Want-feels so good. So full.”
His own cock twitches and he clenches down hard, making Namjoon curse.
“Namjoon, please move. Please. Fuck me,” he whimpers.
Namjoon practically growls and it sends shivers down Jungkook’s back. Namjoon pulls almost all the way out and then slams back in. Jungkook moans brokenly and scrambles to keep his body upright when Namjoon does it again. Every single one of his nerves is on fire and all his muscles start to tighten.
Namjoon starts to set a pace and pound into him and Jungkook doesn’t even notice his own constant moaning. The sound of skin on skin mixes with his moans and then he realizes he also hears the squelch of his slick when Namjoon thrusts. It’s all so dirty and so incredibly hot. Namjoon is holding his hips so hard he thinks they might bruise but the thought just excites him.
And then Namjoon changes their angle slightly and he starts to hit that tight ball of nerves that makes Jungkook wail. His walls spasm and he throws his head back, sweaty bangs stuck to his forehead.
“You feel like fucking heaven. I can’t believe how wet you get, fuck,” Namjoon almost slurs, cock throbbing inside Jungkook.
“And your scent is so strong. Smells so good mixing with mine.”
Jungkook hadn’t really noticed but now that he does, a new heat travels down through his neck and cheeks. His smell is strong. To the point where it’s mixed with Namjoon’s to create a new, dark and fruity scent. A combination of that dark chocolate he loves and his own sweet orange that smells intoxicating.
Now he has two things he’s embarrassed to tell Namjoon. The first one being that he’s never gotten this wet for anybody, not even himself, in his entire life. And two, that he’s never smelled this strong in his entire life. He didn’t even know his scent could become this intense. It worries him slightly. Knows it’s because he wants it to mean more than just sex for both of them. He decides he needs to push those thoughts aside and focus on being in the moment. And in this moment, Namjoon is making his body feel better than he knew anyone could.
“Namjoon,” he moans, loving the name on his tongue.
The pleasure is building so much with Namjoon massaging his inner walls. He chokes out his name again and tilts his hips to start meeting Namjoon’s thrusts. His body begins to tremble with how hard the thrusts are. His arms shake until he can’t hold himself up any longer, falling forward so his cheek is now pressed into the armrest. The slightly different position makes Namjoon somehow slide in deeper and Jungkook chokes out a sob.
Namjoon rolls his hips and thrusts in hard two more times. He takes Jungkook’s dripping cock in his hand and then Jungkook’s vision goes blurry. Waves of intense pleasure overtake his body as his walls flutter and contract. He cries out Namjoon’s name as his orgasm continues to pulse through him, cum spurting out onto Namjoon’s hand as he pumps him through it. It feels so good it’s on the verge of being too much, Namjoon still swirling circles inside of him while his hand works over him. And then the thought that this is Namjoon doing this to him re-enters his hazy mind and his clenches down again, letting out another low moan.
The pleasure starts to turn into a sated satisfaction and he realizes how hard he is panting. He tries to take a steadying breath of air but it just makes him limp. Namjoon has stilled his hips but thrusts lightly when Jungkook has one last aftershock.
“Fuck, sorry,” he whispers apologetically when Jungkook whimpers out a moan.
“No, you can. Please. Want you to come,” Jungkook slurs out.
“Jungkook-” Namjoon starts, hips betraying him when they push forward.
“Please, Namjoon. Come for me. I want it, please,” Jungkook pleads, orgasm high making him shameless.
Namjoon starts to move again and Jungkook chews his lip in a grin.
“So hot,” Namjoon pants out, making Jungkook’s skin tingle.
His hips start snapping harshly as he chases his release, Jungkook basking in the feeling of being the one making him feel good. He gasps in surprise when he feels strong arms pull his body up, one wrapped around the front of his chest and one low around his waist. Namjoon’s hand is spread out on Jungkook’s pelvis as he sets an unrelenting tempo. His hot breath hits Jungkook’s neck, the way he’s holding him up making Jungkook’s head swim.
The added slick from Jungkook’s orgasm engulfs Namjoon’s erection and makes him slide in and out so smoothly. He moans loudly and Jungkook can feel his pace start to become erratic and knows he’s close.
Jungkook reaches around and tangles his fingers in Namjoon’s hair, scratching nails into his scalp. He tilts his head back to make sure Namjoon can hear him.
“Come. Please come inside,” he murmurs.
Namjoon’s hips stutter as his orgasm hits him. He curses and holds tightly onto Jungkook as he spills inside of him. Jungkook can feel his muscles tighten around him as he holds him. His breathy moans sound so hot, his overheated body glued to Jungkook. His hips jerk a couple times and Jungkook realizes Namjoon is still coming. He feels teeth sink into his shoulder and lets out a small moan of his own at the sting. Still can’t get over that this is how Namjoon sounds when he’s coming.
A couple more moments and Namjoon finally starts to relax his hold.
“Haven’t come that hard in a while,” he pants.
Jungkook preens and traces the arm that’s still around his waist.
“Me neither,” he admits almost shyly.
Namjoon places a soft kiss on the back of his neck and it feels so gentle and…no. Jungkook needs to not let his mind go there.
He still sighs happily and then becomes aware of the position they’re in. He doesn’t want to leak cum and slick on Namjoon’s couch, even just the thought embarrassing him. Being in a bed would be different, not a public piece of furniture that sits in Namjoon’s living room.
Namjoon senses his hesitation but just gives his waist a comforting squeeze. He moves and places a hand on Jungkook’s shoulder, pulling out slowly with a sticky sound that makes Jungkook blush. Before he can worry about what to do next, Namjoon just scoops him up bridal style and starts to walk them to his room. Jungkook laughs and wraps his arm around Namjoon’s neck, almost giddy at the way Namjoon smiles at him.
They reach his room in a couple of long legged strides and Namjoon carefully places Jungkook into the soft plush of his bed.
“Be right back,” Namjoon murmurs.
Jungkook nods, taking a chance to look around when Namjoon leaves the room. He’s been in here a couple times before, obviously not after just having Namjoon inside him. He shivers at the thought of what they just did, an incredulous smile taking over his face. He pinches his arm lightly. Okay, this is definitely reality.