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“Come on JK-ah, it’ll be fun and besides you never go out with us! Spread your wings a bit! Get loose!” Seokjin wiggled his arms as if to demonstrate just how loose JK should get. Taehyung, his partner and their coworker threw himself over Jin’s back and grinned playfully as JK shook his head while they walked down the brightly lit city street.
“Please Jungkookie, for me? Call it a birthday present, you never got me one after all.” He pouted for extra guilting power but JK was already rolling his eyes.
“Your birthday was three months ago!” the frustrated whine was louder than he intended, JK didn’t like to draw attention but he couldn’t help it. 25 years old, built but slim, round searching eyes, an entire sleeve of dark tattoos covering his arm and an equally dark head of wavy hair. He tongued at his lip ring with a sigh. “Aish, alright. I’ll go this time but this really isn’t my kind of thing."
“Uh, we’re gay and men are going to be swinging around poles dressed in next to nothing. What’s not to like?” Jin interjected with a smirk. Tae’s boxy smile grew as he clapped JK on the back.
“Men?”
“Men.” Taehyung smiled as he wrapped a gentle arm around JK’s shoulders. Something he did often when he was trying to sweet talk him into something. “You’re ok with watching men slide up and down a pole, aren’t you JK-ah?”
Jungkook gave Taehyung a playful shove, “Alright hyung, that’s enough. Where is this place anyway?”
He walked in silence much of the way to the club, following his workmates and new friends close enough to smile at Jin’s jokes but far enough away to get lost in his own thoughts a bit.
He’d had a few boyfriends but nothing serious and for the last couple years he’d been largely alone. There was the odd date but nothing physical and the idea of watching half naked men pole dance was both exciting and terrifying. Getting a boner in public with his workmates there to see the whole thing didn’t sound great but new friends who understood what it meant to be queer in South Korea were hard to come by and these two were becoming his closest friends very quickly.
He watched Jin and Tae walking hand in hand for a bit before Tae skipped ahead, warm smile on his face, he spun around to recount some wild night he and Jin had in the most animated way possible, his backward steps making Jin nervous as he pointed and yelped about uneven pavement. JK wasn’t really catching all of what he was saying but he couldn’t help but laugh at how excited Taehyung was.
Before he knew it they were paying their cover charges and taking seats at a table just two rows from the stage. JKs heart was pounding as Taehyung ran off to get them some drinks. Just when his anxiety started to make him think about catching an uber home, Jin laid a reassuring hand on his shoulder and leaned in close to his ear.
“Don’t worry Jungkook-ah, whatever happens tonight stays between us three. We’re friends first. Workmates second, yeah? Just relax and have a good time.” As the oldest of the three, Jin always seemed to know when JK needed reassurance. It’s as if he understood the anxiety he would see occasionally in JKs eyes. That nervous bounce of the knee, maybe the way he chewed his lip when asked his opinion in a meeting. Taking a deep breath, Jungkook settled back into his chair and tipped the icy beer bottle to his lips as Taehyung sat down next to him.
Within moments the lights dimmed. Tae grabbed JKs shoulder excitedly before Jin pulled him off to whisper something about giving JK space in his ear. Before Taehyung could pout the music kicked up with a sultry vibe and the first dancer emerged. He was what you might expect to see, muscular but lean, scantily clad to the point that Jungkook’s cheeks burned. His long lines were beautiful to watch even if he wasn’t quite JKs type. Once he finally relaxed he found himself impressed with the skill and strength the dancer was showing. Better yet, his dick was behaving itself.
Three sets later and he was having a good time, a pleasant buzz under his skin with the help of a little alcohol and good music – not to mention the incredibly talented dancers. Sure it was sexy but he wasn’t about to come unglued. Taehyung however, looked a little worse for the wear. He leaned in close to Jungkook’s ear – a light sheen of sweat on his forehead curling that piece of hair that never quite wants to stay where he puts it.
“Ah, Jungkookie, we’re going to leave after this next dancer so if you want to share an uber with us…” Jungkook nodded, giving him a thumbs up. He wasn’t opposed to going home to his Netflix and sweats.
At least, he wasn’t until a new dancer took the stage.
This one was different. Dressed in jeans and a white t-shirt he moved like his body was tied to the rhythm of the music. His dark hair long but not long enough to pull back but haphazardly styled as if allowed to do as it wished and god, it worked for him. The house lights came up just enough for the tables to be visible in time for his smooth climb up the pole, a gentle spin allowing his hair to lift gently away from his face.
Jungkook was mesmerized. He sat forward, elbows braced on his knees as his heart began to pound again this time for a completely different reason. He was otherworldly, seeming to almost float along the shining pole in time to the music, his eyes lifting before catching Jungkooks. A smile curled on his lips as his arm lifted, a finger seemed to curl in JK’s direction but surely it was just coincidence. How much had he had to drink anyway?
Lip caught between his teeth, Jungkook felt his cock twitch for the first time and panic began to set in. He couldn’t pull his eyes away from the gorgeous creature that beckoned to him but he had to get his body under control. The round swell of the dancer’s ass in those jeans was not helping things.
“Grandmothers, dead cats, rotting meat…” he mumbled to himself, not that it was working. Spinning gracefully down the length of the pole one final time, he lay beautifully on the floor - spent - and the crowd erupted. He took his bow at center stage before quite deliberately catching JKs gaze, tongue slipping delicately out over his lips.
“I’m fucked.” JK whispered. “So fucked.”
“Ready?” Jin spoke quietly as he stood, a knowing smile on his lips. Jungkook was on the fence until the emcee announced an encore performance from the dancer who’s name was apparently ‘Jimin’ once the rest of the dancers had performed. Jungkook wasn’t going anywhere and he knew it.
“I…uh…I think I’ll stay a bit longer. You two go ahead.” He tried to make it look nonchalant but Taehyung saw right through it.
“Uh oh…Jungkookie’s got a crush.” He ruffled Jungkook’s hair as he walked by. JK scowled up at him, combing his fingers back through his hair with a curse. Jin leaned down to offer one more piece of advice before he left.
“Don’t let your fear get in the way. Shoot your shot, Jungkook. That Jimin guy was definitely looking at you…and not just once.” His long fingers squeezed at JK’s shoulder before he was gone too.
Jungkook loosened his tie with a sigh and unbuttoned his top button before settling back into his seat. The next two dancers performed and he felt guilty about not being the least bit interested. All he could think about was Jimin and the perfect way his body moved. Rolling his shirt sleeves to his elbows he found he needed to adjust the way he was sitting more than once to deal with his misbehaving body. A hard press to his bulge did nothing to get it under control.
Before he knew it the emcee was announcing Jimin’s encore performance and the man that came through the curtains this time was wearing an open white dress shirt with the cuffs unbuttoned and black dance shorts, looking like he’d rolled out of bed and stolen his lovers shirt. JK had to cross his legs to will his rapidly hardening length to behave just a bit longer.
From over his shoulder, a deep voice grunted, “Jimin-ssi would like to see you in his dressing room after the performance if possible. I can take you back. When you’re ready.” The bouncer didn’t say another word as if he knew JK wouldn’t turn him down. Without so much as a word, he drained what was left of his drink and Jin’s. When the song ended and Jimin’s angelic form floated to the floor, Jungkook’s mind was a fog, but Jin’s words floated back to him.
“Shoot your shot.”
JK stood, nodding to the bouncer who jerked his chin in the direction of a stage door. JK followed quietly behind trying to be discreet but he noticed several pairs of eyes following him as he moved.
When they reached the dressing room, Jimin’s name was written in script across the door, just seeing it slammed JK back into reality. What the hell was he doing?
“Fuck…” he gritted through his teeth, willing himself to not be a chicken shit and just KNOCK, but before he could connect his knuckles with the door it popped open. A sweaty and spent looking Park Jimin on the other side.
“Oh, you came!” His voice sang out over the drone of large fans in the hallway. His smile reached to his eyes, pressing them into bright crescents. Jungkook stood struck dumb as Jimin stepped back widening the open doorway. “Come in.”
Thankfully JKs senses returned to him enough to make his way into the neatly appointed dressing room. Soft pinks and mint greens were a stark contrast to the sultry black and red decor of the club. He must have looked lost as he glanced around the room, a laugh huffing from Jimin as he took JKs shoulders into his hands and pressed him down onto the loveseat along the wall.
“What’s your name?” Jimin’s teeth drug over his lower lip, before the pink of his tongue slid across to soothe it.
“Ah, Jungkook” He couldn't help the shy smile as he scrubbed at the back of his neck, tattoos sending an almost imperceptible shiver down JM’s spine.
“I think I’ll call you Kookie, because you’re so cute.” He purred as he tucked a strand of JK’s wavy locks behind his ear. The silver hoops made a faint jingling noise as Jimin’s finger slipped along the curl of JK’s ear.
Jungkook wanted to pin Jimin’s lithe body to the cushions below them but he couldn’t seem to move. He was caught in the excitement of being hunted and he for damn sure wanted to be caught.
Huffing out a sigh, JKs eyes dropped closed as Jimin’s finger continued traveling down the side of his neck, stopping only at the starched collar of his shirt. His fingers curled into the upholstery as Jimin turned in his seat, dropping his outside leg over JKs knee as he curled his other bare leg under himself.
“It’s been a long night Jungkookie and I’m just wondering…” the words curled from Jimin’s lips before he leaned back in to JK’s ear, his hand slipping across a muscled thigh to brush softly against the bulge straining the zipper of his black dress pants.
A breathless whisper, “do you wanna play?”
“Shit.” Jungkook’s cock jumped painfully, a shaky hand coming to rest on the smooth skin of Jimin’s thigh with a tentative squeeze.
“Jungkookie, I need a yes or no.” Jimin breathed.
Jungkook turned, dark eyes locking with Jimin’s. “Fuck, yes.” he groaned as something in him snapped. Before he could brace himself Jimin was pinned under Jungkook’s caging arms. The warm heat of his breath floating across Jimin’s parted lips as he waited for JK to claim his mouth. “Yeah, let’s play.” he huffed before softly licking across Jimin’s bottom lip.
JK wanted to tease, but Jimin was too eager. The prey had become the hunter and Jimin was aching for the trap.
JK’s fingers slid into the hair at the nape of Jimin’s neck, controlling the angle so he could have as much of Jimin’s taunting mouth as he wanted. Their lips pulled apart on a gasp as Jimin wrapped his legs around Jungkook’s slim hips dragging his still hidden but hard length along Jimin’s weeping thickness. His black shorts damp with his need.
“Is this what you wanted, hmm?” Jungkook rasped before roughly dragging the open dress shirt down Jimin’s back, trapping his arms at his side in a tangle of clothing. Jimin’s breaths came in short bursts, cheeks red with the shock of it but his eyes begged for more.
“Use me JK-ah. Take my body, take…” Jungkook’s searching lips cut off Jimin’s begging, tugging with his teeth, their tongues dancing together.
“Wanna make you feel so good. Want me to touch you, Jimin? Taste you?” That bunny grin was hidden against Jimin’s lips but he felt it nonetheless. The satisfied rumble in Jungkook’s chest had his shorts straining with the throb of his cock.
“Please…” All his sultry bravado had turned into a soft plea in Jungkook’s arms. With his free hand JK maneuvered Jimin’s shorts off of his body, not really surprised to find nothing under them. The moment he laid eyes on Jimin’s heavy length, thick and aching, his mouth began to water.
Pinning the twisted remains of Jimin’s shirt under his knee to keep the dancer’s arms secure, JK rose on his knees to pull off his tie, tossing it to the floor. His long fingers slowly unbuttoning his dress shirt as Jimin’s eyes widened, tongue gliding along the edge of his teeth.
Jungkook knew his body looked good. He didn’t need to advertise it but in moments like this when he could reveal it slowly and watch his partner take him in, all those hours in the gym were worth it. When he finally pulled it loose from his belted dress pants, Jimin’s hips jerked up, cock bobbing gently, a wordless appeal.
JK huffed a laugh before stripping down to his Calvins, cock pushing the waistband away from the tight muscle of his lower abdomen just slightly with its need to be free. He groaned as he leaned back over Jimin, licking and sucking his way down his body.
Jimin panted and writhed beneath him before gritting out a pleading “mark me up, baby…”
Jungkook felt practically feral as he suckled little marks and bit little bruises on Jimin’s hips, below his belly button before dipping his tongue inside its shallow concave. How did his skin taste so fucking good?
“Please Jungkookie…need it…” his hips rutted his slick cockhead against Jungkook’s smooth chest as his head lulled back, the delicate column of his neck on full display even as he lay helpless beneath JK. So beautiful. Every part of Jimin was so beautiful.
Slipping a bit lower, Jungkook’s tongue toyed with the slippery tip of Jimin’s cock, little kitten licks to draw out those sexy little whines as Jimin’s hips bucked up insistently.
“What baby, tell me what you need.” He grinned playfully as Jimin desperately tried to maneuver his length toward JK’s open mouth and waiting tongue.
“Please Jungkook-ah, suck…” JK couldn’t wait for Jimin to finish asking. He arched forward to swallow down Jimin’s length, his throat stretching deliciously around Jimin’s sensitive tip. “Oh fuck…” he moaned as his eyes rolled in pleasure. Purposefully or not, Jimin’s hips bucked, and Jungkook hummed his approval. The vibration rolling down his length bringing JM to the brink.
JK’s finger stroked slippery circles on the soft skin under Jimin’s heavy balls, eventually sliding between his cheeks where they found the metal pull of a plug. He tugged gently, just to get Jimin’s attention.
“Ah…ah…” he grunted as JK’s tongue slid around his cockhead. “Slipped it in before you came in.” Jungkook’s head bobbed a couple more times before he pulled off Jimin’s tortured cock with a pop.
“Jimin-ah, do you want me inside you, hmm? You have to tell me.” His inked fingers rubbed over his own aching cock. Being inside Jimin was the only thing he really wanted right now but he didn’t want to assume.
“Now, Jungkook-ah. Wanna feel you deep…the condom is under the magazine on the coffee table.” he said it softly, almost embarrassed at his planning. Jungkook shook his head with a grin before reaching to grab the package. Slipping out of his boxer briefs, he ripped the package open and rolled the latex over his length. The small packet of lube lay on the table where he’d found the condom so he slicked himself up before easing the plug out of Jimin’s furled pink hole.
“Want me to work you open a bit more?” he asked before dropping to suckle again at the underside of Jimin’s shaft.
“Oh fuck…fill me. Wanna feel you stretching me, please…” Jimin’s legs pulled up, knees to his chest. Jungkook lined up behind him, stroking over his length as if it was even needed. Hooking Jimin’s ankles over his shoulders he pressed slowly against JImin’s opening.
“God, Jimin-ah, so tight…” he rasped before his swollen head slipped past the tight ring of muscle.
A strangled moan left Jimin’s lips, so wild it drew the attention of passersby in the hall. A knock sounded on the door but Jimin had no patience for it. “Open the door and you’re going to see me with a dick in my ass. Don’t stop Kookie...” Not a word came through the door, just the sound of quickly retreating footsteps.
Jungkook’s laugh quickly crumbled into a groan as he slid further inside, JM’s walls squeezing him tight. “You feel…” words died on his lips as he bottomed out.
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It’s so good.” came JImin’s breathy whisper as Jungkook’s lips moved along the inside of his ankles.
“You tell me when you’re ready.” he huffed, putting all his energy into staying still so Jimin could get used to the intrusion.
“Go, Kook, please…” and he did. Jimin’s eyes rolled with the slide of the other’s cock along his sensitive walls. Jungkook’s huffed “fuck”s coming faster as his hips began to piston harder, nudging right against the sweet spot. The gorgeous creature beneath him quickly coming undone.
“Gonna come, god I’m gonna-” Jimin’s body seized, shooting up his chest with a force that shocked them both. His body milking Jungkook’s release from him, ready or not.
He came with a shout, Jimin’s name on his lips as he lowered Jimin’s legs and collapsed onto his chest, hips jerking occasionally as another wave hit. “Holy shit.” He breathed.
“Yeah.” Jimin smiled, a warm satisfied smile, as he combed through Jungkook’s sweaty strands of raven hair. “You shocked me, Kookie. I thought I was going to have to run this show.” The words came out in huffs as they caught their breath. Jungkook’s giggle only widening Jimin’s smile.
“Maybe next time you can?” Jungkook’s round eyes found Jimin’s crescent moons as he laughed beneath him.
“Are you asking me out?” His words had a playful lilt but there was the slightest edge of hope in his soft voice.
Jungkook cleared his throat dramatically as Jimin giggled. “Jimin-ssi, would you go out on an actual date with me that does not involve you swinging on a pole or me pitching a tent for hours.”
The laugh that rolled out of Jimin was loud and sincere, Jungkook’s bunny grin was completely incorrigible.
“Yes Jungkookie, but I can’t promise you won’t be pitching a tent for hours.”