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Jungkook collapsed face first on the couch, letting his brain and body finally relax after such a stressful day.
The espresso machine at the coffee shop had broken, the person after his shift didn’t show up, and he had to sprint across town to get to the arts internship. Even after all of that, he was still late to work, got yelled at by his manager for being late, and then everyone in the department had to sit through a four and a half hour meeting about how they weren’t ‘managing their resources correctly.’ Someone higher up had failed to tell the Graphics department of a large marketing project which had caused the company to miss a deadline, and now they were taking all of the blame.
A soft chime and a vibrate brought Jungkook out of his ruminating. He shoved his face further into the pillow when his phone dinged again. He just wanted to take a bath, pop some aspirin for his headache, and drink a huge mug of chamomile tea until he passed out.
Jungkook groaned when his phone dinged again, and he pawed around on the floor from where he had let it drop in his kerplunk onto the couch.
Namjoon’s contact photo from the incoming messages instantly made his heart a little bit lighter, and he couldn’t help but smile- a tiny cure to his terrible day. Namjoon wanted to call him, and he was torn between how great it would be to dissolve his stress with his caring boyfriend’s attention, or just crash to sleep so this day could finally be over.
He resolved himself and lifted the buzzing call tone up to his ear. He pushed his face back down into the fuzzy couch pillow and let his limbs stretch out like a starfish as Namjoon answered.
“Hi baby,” Namjoon’s deep tone made prickles of warmth wash over Jungkook’s back, like hot water massaging his muscles in a shower. He breathed out a sigh of relief.
“Joonie, please tell me you’ve had a good day.”
He could almost hear the corners of Namjoon’s lips turn down through the phone.
“My day was fine. Sugar, is everything okay?”
Jungkook sunk down into the cushions even more, and told Namjoon everything that had slowly built up throughout the day to give him a stress knot behind his left shoulder and made his brain hurt. He finished with, “-and now, I really just want to fall asleep. Or cuddle with you. I wish you were here, hyung. You always make me feel so much better.”
Something thumped on Namjoon’s end of the line, and Jungkook wondered if his boyfriend had hit his elbow on the kitchen cabinet that he was always accidentally smacking.
“I’m actually really close to your place, would you like me to come up?”
Jungkook lifted his head out of the comfort of the couch, blinking at the bleary clock glowing on the stove. “Joon, it’s late. What are you doing out?”
Namjoon chuckled, “since when did 7:30 pm become late? The sun’s just barely setting. I’m coming up.”
Jungkook didn’t want to get off the couch, and just let his heavy head plop back down. “Door’s unlocked,” he said, and the phone line went dead when he heard the twist of their doorknob to their apartment.
“Sweetheart,” Namjoon’s caring tone was so much better in person than it was over the tinny phone speaker. Namjoon’s comforting palms moved over Jungkook’s shoulders, and he rubbed in just the right place where Jungkook stored his tension, making a hiss fall out of him before he melted. He didn’t even bother to lift up his head, just relaxed his neck so Namjoon could massage the spot better.
“You’re still in your work clothes, baby. Give me just a minute, and I’ll get you something cozy and a mug of tea, hmm?” Namjoon hummed affectionately, carding his fingers through the back of Jungkook’s hair.
He sighed out a relieved thank you, his chest feeling warm that his hyung was so caring, and that he was always so sweet to him.
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Namjoon panicked.
He made eye contact with Jimin in the hallway and frantically made a ‘no’ gesture with his hand-miming near his neck- and shook his head back and forth.
Mission abort.
Both he and Jimin slipped into Jungkook’s bedroom and shut the door.
“What’s wrong?” Jimin whispered, confused. Namjoon gulped at all of the candles they had both spent the past few hours setting up to create a magical atmosphere in Jungkook’s bedroom.
“He’s had a really bad day,” Namjoon explained while he took out a fuzzy sweater from one of the dresser drawers, and a pair of sweatpants he knew that Jungkook loved.
“Shit, hyung- we can’t just clean all this up. This took forever.”
Namjoon’s shoulders sagged and he sighed, raking his hand through his hair to push it off of his forehead.
“I know Jiminie, thank you so much for helping me. I’ll just find another day to make it special. Could you please try to put everything back to normal? Please? I’ll keep him out in the living room and you give me the signal when all the candles are blown out and the coast is clear?”
Jimin pouted. He crossed his arms, clearly waging something in his mind, before agreeing reluctantly.
Namjoon had wanted to do something adoringly special for Jungkook, but this was not the time if he’d had such a terrible day. When Jungkook had called him, both he and Jimin were lighting the last candles, and Namjoon had to creep down the fire escape outside of Jimin’s window to only come back up the building the normal way, so Jungkook wouldn’t question why he was already at the apartment.
He tried to tuck all of his emotions away inside, because it was much more important to take care of Jungkook right now than have a romantic evening.
He thanked Jimin profusely, before taking a sad last look at the glowing space he’d created. Namjoon had even gotten Jungkook flowers and a box of cookies from his favorite bakery that was over an hour away. He tried to commit the loving atmosphere to memory, before it would all disappear.
He quietly shut the bedroom door behind him, leaving Jimin inside to do as much cleanup as possible and hide the surprise. He’d try again another day, hopefully when Jungkook wasn’t beaten into the rug.
Back in the kitchen, he popped the kettle on to boil and walked back over to his defeated boyfriend. Jungkook was still starfished out, and Namjoon gently maneuvered him to be able to slide his stiff work jacket off his shoulders and unbutton his shirt.
Jungkook’s big tired doe-eyes met his, and he half-heartedly joked as Namjoon discarded the crinkled work clothes and slid the soft sweater over his arms. “This wasn’t exactly the sexy scenario I was picturing when you undressed me for the first time.”
Namjoon’s shoulders bounced as he quietly laughed, before helping Jungkook stand so he could kick off his creased dress pants and pull on the comfortable sweats.
Namjoon wrapped his now-fuzzy bunny into a hug, and pressed a soft kiss to his brow. “I’m sorry your day was so terrible, baby bunny,” he kissed his temple, then his cheek. Jungkook exhaled and his entire form relaxed in Namjoon’s embrace, making his heart beat harder against his ribs that Jungkook reacted to him in such a way that proclaimed safety and trust. Namjoon pressed another kiss to the opposite cheek, right over the tiny nicked scar, needing to convey how he was feeling inside.
He scooped up the wilted boy and padded to the kitchen, pressing tiny kisses wherever he could reach. A giggle left Jungkook as Namjoon sat him on the granite counter, and he pulled out Jungkook’s favorite mug. He already knew where the teas were located and swung open the cupboard, accidentally bumping his elbow and making Jungkook giggle again.
“Baby bunny, we have the options of chamomile, honey, lavender, and chai.”
Jungkook responded with “chamomile” and Namjoon poured the boiling water into the mug over the tea bag to let it steep. He slid the tea further away from the edge so he wouldn’t accidentally knock it over- something he had done multiple times in his own house- and then stepped back to where Jungkook was perched, already looking more rejuvenated solely from some tender care.
He booped Jungkook’s button nose, making it scrunch just like a bunny’s as he giggled.
Namjoon cradled Jungkook’s cute cheeks in his palms, rubbing his thumbs back and forth over the boy’s unfairly defined cheekbones, and laid another kiss on his forehead, because they seemed to have the effect of fresh rainfall on a flower.
Jungkook sighed in happiness again, and his eyes fluttered closed. “Hyung,” his voice came out syrupy from relaxation, “you take such good care of me. I can’t thank you enough.”
Namjoon’s heart swelled in his chest, and he wished he could pour his constantly growing love into Jungkook’s veins, and make him understand just how much he felt all the time.
He whispered the only words that could convey the emotions, even though they were nowhere near enough. “I love you so much, my precious Jungkookie.”
Jungkook’s lips trembled like they always did when he couldn’t hold in how Namjoon’s words affected him. It made Namjoon softly smile, even though he wanted to press a long kiss to the rosy petal mouth so badly. He settled for pecking the tip of his bunny nose.
Once Jungkook’s eyelids fluttered back open, he scooped him up and carried him to relax on the couch. On his way back to the kitchen to get the mug of tea, Jimin slipped out of a doorway and gave him a thumbs up from down the hall, before retreating back to his own room.
That was shockingly fast. He wondered how Jimin had been able to clean up everything and blow out the huge collection of candles so quickly.
He sent a silent thank you into the cosmos for Jungkook’s best friend pulling through, and padded back to his bunny on the couch, who was looking better and better as Namjoon spent time with him. The dark circles under his eyes weren’t as prominent, and he didn’t look weary anymore, just cozy and sleepy.
“Here baby,” he slid down next to him, and handed the mug of tea to the cute fingers peeking out of the ends of the sweater, giving him adorable little paws.
The boy gazed at him with his huge eyes full of wonder, and Namjoon could have sworn that there were stars shining in them.
He gently sifted his fingers through Jungkook’s soft hair. Despite the perm that his boyfriend had kept up to retain the tousled inky curls, it still felt like strands of fine silk against his skin.
“Would you like a back rub on the couch so we don’t have to move, or we could go cuddle in your bed so it’s more comfy and easier to fall asleep.”
Jungkook was still staring at him wide-eyed as he pet through his hair, and he wondered what the boy was thinking. Like usual, Jungkook was lost in his thoughts, but all of his focus was on Namjoon. It always made tiny lightning bugs flicker to life in his chest to be the sole focus of Jungkook’s attention.
His bunny blinked, returning to his present moment, and Namjoon couldn’t help but fondly smile.
“Cuddle and sleep, please,” he said cutely and added on, “hyung, will you please stay?”
Namjoon nodded, and stood up, taking Jungkook’s hand to pull him off the couch, so they could cozy up and fall asleep in his bed.
“Of course, sweetheart.” He followed Jungkook down the hallway, once again sending a silent thank you to Jimin for being so speedy.
It was lucky that he wasn’t the one holding a full mug of tea, because when Jungkook pushed open his bedroom door and was greeted with a room full of flickering candles exactly like Namjoon had arranged all afternoon, his hands spazzemed and he surely would have sent it crashing to the floor.
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“Hyung?” Jungkook stopped dead in his tracks, Namjoon accidentally bumping into his back.
Somehow, they had stepped into another dimension, like Narnia, because his normal bedroom was completely transformed.
Candles softly flickered on nearly every surface, a brand new fuzzy blanket was folded on his bed, there was a canopy hanging from the ceiling, and twinkling fairy lights were strung through it.
“Holy-” Jungkook breathed and soaked it all in. There were even flowers on his desk and- oh my gosh, were those cookies from Moon Bakery?
Jungkook stared at everything in disbelief.
Namjoon had done this? Of course Namjoon had done this. His boyfriend was beyond sweet. Caring and loving weren’t good enough synonyms to describe Kim Namjoon.
Even though his brain was exhausted, Jungkook was 30 seconds away from finally catching up, when his entire body promised to melt into a puddle on the spot.
“Oh god.” Namjoon choked from behind him, and Jungkook spun around to see his boyfriend clutching the doorway with white knuckles. “Kookie,” he gasped out, “I swear- I thought- this wasn’t- I’m…”
Jungkook blinked, setting down his mug on the dresser next to a cluster of glowing candles, and promptly wrapped his arms around Namjoon’s waist. He shoved his face into his chest and blinked back the tears threatening to spill over from being so loved.
“Joonie, you did all of this for me?”
He sniffed, squeezing tighter, willing his eyes to dry as he battled the golden honey flooding his heart and being pumped out to the rest of him.
Namjoon’s heart was pounding furiously inside of his chest, and his lungs rattled with breath as he finally inhaled. “Kookie, baby, please don’t be angry. I didn’t know you had such a hard day- I didn’t- I asked Jimin to clean it all up- please don’t think-”
Jungkook pulled back to look into Namjoon’s panicked eyes. He asked with confusion at his boyfriend’s panic, “why would I ever be angry? Hyung, you’re the sweetest person on this earth. I can’t believe you went to all of this trouble.”
Namjoon detached his clawed grip from the doorframe, his voice shaking, “y-you’re not mad?”
A bubble of laughter spilled out of his throat, tight from unshed tears, and he hugged Namjoon again. He reassured, “No, of course I’m not mad, Joon-hyung. The exact opposite, actually.”
All of Namjoon’s tensed muscles visibly relaxed in his embrace, and he breathed out with relief. “Oh, t-that’s good then.”
Jungkook couldn’t keep everything trapped inside of his body, and another laugh tumbled out of him as he sniffed back more tears that were teetering on the edge of pouring out of him like a waterfall.
Namjoon’s arms finally wrapped around him, and held him close, pushing Jungkook over the emotional edge. He desperately tried to dry the first few tears that leaked out of him on his boyfriend’s shirt.
“I love you, baby. I had wanted to do something special to let you know.”
Jungkook latched on tighter, and another laugh tumbled out of him into the safety of the soft cotton as he squeezed his eyes shut and hid. He knew that no one looked pretty when they cried, and he really really wanted to look beautiful for Namjoon.
“I l-ove you too, hyung,” his voice broke and Namjoon’s fingers sifted comfortingly through his hair, sending tingles down the back of his neck like sparks.
After a long moment, Namjoon whispered, “will you come out of my shirt, little love, so I can look at you?”
Jungkook shook his head no against Namjoon’s chest, sniffing again. Namjoon chuckled, the deep sound reverberating into Jungkook’s bones, and making him want to slide down to the floor in a gooey mess.
“Baby, please?” Namjoon nuzzled the top of his head and rubbed the back of his neck soothingly.
The words tumbled out of Jungkook as he unsuccessfully willed his flood of emotions to calm down, “I look ugly when I cry.”
Namjoon’s hands settled on his shoulders, and Jungkook was pushed away from the safety of his hiding place. Jungkook tried to blink back the tears as Namjoon cupped his cheeks and gently wiped away the wetness with his thumbs.
“Can I tell you a secret?” Namjoon looked at him with so much affection, his vision blurred with fresh tears. He breathed out his confession, “I think you look really beautiful when you cry.”
The dam Jungkook had so carefully built in his chest crashed down, and all of the flooding emotions surged forward. True tears fell down his cheeks, and he scrambled to be in Namjoon’s embrace again, clutching his back and crying into his chest, brokenly sobbing out the same words again and again that his heart was pumping out, “I- love- you.”
Namjoon wrapped his comforting warmth around Jungkook, humming the words back into his ear and repetitively rubbing his palms down his spine until Jungkook calmed down from his onslaught of emotions. His tears finally dried as he relaxed, and he apologized for the large wet spot in the middle of Namjoon’s shirt. His hyung brushed it off, unbothered, and Jungkook quickly retreated to the bathroom to wash his face of any damage that crying had done.
When he returned, Namjoon was in the middle of pulling on one of Jungkook’s oversized t-shirts, and he had to swallow as the smooth honeyed skin that reflected glowing candle light was hidden away.
He was overcome with how caring Namjoon had been, and wanted to return the favor in the way he knew how…. In the way he’d wanted for months. He nibbled on the inside of his lip, took a swig of his tea that was over-steeped and now cold, then walked right up to his boyfriend.
Namjoon gave him an adoring smile, moving to brush back some strands from Jungkook’s forehead, when he leaned up and connected their mouths.
Namjoon made a surprised noise, but quickly relaxed, winding his arms around Jungkook’s waist and tugging him against him. Jungkook’s already mushy insides heated and melted down from the kiss, and he tilted his face back to kiss Namjoon better.
Namjoon spoke quietly against his lips, “you taste like chamomile and honey, baby.”
Jungkook slid his hands up to grasp Namjoon’s strong biceps, and intentionally stepped backwards, pulling him along. Namjoon almost tripped forward as Jungkook pulled him while kissing, but regained his balance and followed him, keeping their mouths together. Jungkook’s skin heated everywhere Namjoon touched, and his belly tingled with pleasure as Namjoon slanted his mouth to the side to kiss him deeper.
The edge of his mattress hit the back of his knees, and he tugged Namjoon forward by the shirt, falling backwards onto the bed and making his boyfriend inhale in surprise. Namjoon thankfully caught himself before crashing into Jungkook- something he hadn’t logically thought through- and aligned themselves before much more gently settling down.
Jungkook sunk into the mattress from his boyfriend’s weight, and he threaded his fingers through the silvery dark hair, a gasp slipping out of his throat at how amazing Namjoon felt pushing him down without even trying.
“Baby-” Namjoon grumbled into his mouth, voice thick and deep, and Jungkook whimpered at the sound of the golden honey filling his ears.
“Please, hyung,” he breathed into Namjoon’s kiss, tugging on his hair softly. A pang of excitement coursed through him because he knew what he was asking for, and he couldn’t keep down the deep blooming emotions of: finally.
Namjoon’s chest expanded against his, breath broken, and he spoke quietly, pulling back an inch as Jungkook chased his mouth, needing more of the deep flavor. “Baby, the door’s still open.” Namjoon distractedly kissed him, Jungkook feeling proud that he was making his hyung’s mind shut off.
“I don’t care,” he tugged him back down, sliding his tongue over Namjoon’s swollen pink lower lip. His action made a groan tumble out of Namjoon that went straight to Jungkook’s belly, heating his insides another degree.
“I care,” Namjoon hoisted himself up off of Jungkook, and wobbled over to shut and lock the bedroom door. As he turned back, Jungkook inhaled at just how gorgeous his hyung was.
He propped himself up on his forearms, and drunk in the sight of Namjoon glowing golden in the light of all of the candles, with disheveled hair and swollen flushed lips. He cracked a slanted smile, and Namjoon returned it with a shy grin.
“You’re fucking gorgeous, Joonie,” he spoke out his thoughts, and Namjoon’s cheeks tinted pink.
“You’re one to talk,” he mumbled, and walked back to where Jungkook was lounging, his heart beating with anticipation. Namjoon removed the new fuzzy blanket that had been sitting on the end of his bed as a gift, and crawled over Jungkook.
He fell back into the soft covers, smiling up at Namjoon. His silvery hair was haloed by the beautiful glimmering fairy lights strung above them, and he lifted his hand to brush his fingers over his hyung’s lovely kiss-swollen lips.
“Hyung, please take good care of me,” he said with a smile crinkling his eyes, and Namjoon made a quiet grunt in response.
“I’ll always take care of you, Kook-ah,” he leaned down to press a soft kiss to his lips, and Jungkook sighed from all of the coursing emotions of love and happiness filling his limbs.
Namjoon settled down, pushing him back into the covers, and Jungkook’s core heated up again, like he was glowing with the same orange light flickering all around them.
Namjoon’s gentle hands slid underneath the hem of his sweater, and Jungkook involuntarily whined against his warm mouth. Namjoon’s palms splayed across his stomach, filling him with even more sunlight, and Jungkook swallowed the series of whimpers threatening to escape him as his adoring fingers skimmed up and down his middle. He bit off the sounds by kissing Namjoon harder, and arched into his touch, wanting more.
“I’m so lucky,” Namjoon rumbled into his mouth, the deep flavor overtaking Jungkook’s senses, “I get to unlock all of your little secrets.”
He gently slid his blunt nails down Jungkook’s navel, below his belly button all the way to the waist of his sweatpants, where he slipped his fingertips just under the hem.
Jungkook gasped and arched again, gripping the back of Namjoon’s shirt and wishing he could be feeling the older’s honey skin instead of cotton.
“I- don’t have any secrets,” he breathed brokenly as his head fell back when Namjoon licked across his lips and took Jungkook’s following gasp as an opportunity to push his mouth further open and caress their tongues together. It was like Namjoon was determined to thoroughly spread his distinct sweet flavor over every corner of Jungkook’s mouth and engrave himself into his mind so Jungkook would never forget how he tasted. Namjoon’s chuckle poured through him, and he gently bit Jungkook’s lower lip between his teeth and softly tugged. Jungkook’s head lolled back and he tried to keep his eyes open to have their gazes locked even as they fluttered shut with pleasure.
“All of your reactions are secrets to me, my precious angel,” Namjoon licked soothingly over the throb in his lip, and slid his palms up Jungkook’s abdomen, taking his sweater with him. “Little sexy secrets, just for me.” He dragged the tip of his nose across Jungkook’s cheek, and kissed underneath his ear, sliding his hands up his chest.
Jungkook was falling fast. His consciousness dissolved into a pool of pleasure that Namjoon was breathing into him, as he ignited his body with want and pumped desire through his veins.
When Namjoon kissed over his pulse, Jungkook’s stomach muscles tightened, heat building in him as Namjoon fanned the flames.
He tugged on Namjoon’s shirt, trying to pull it up, and brokenly gasped, “off- o-ff.”
Namjoon had successfully pushed Jungkook’s bunched-up sweater to his collarbones, and his hyung’s delicious weight left his body as Namjoon sat up to carefully slide his sweater over his head. He whined at the distance between them, and once his hands were free he pushed them under Namjoon’s shirt to get the fabric out of the way. Namjoon pulled the shirt over his head and dropped it to the floor, before he leaned back down to reconnect their mouths.
A breath of relief whooshed out of Jungkook as their skin touched. Namjoon’s chest and stomach was warm and his skin felt silky against his own.
Jungkook ran his palms over every inch that he could. He mapped out all of the planes and divots of his form while Namjoon kissed him hungrily and made the glowing furnace inside of him burn hotter.
Namjoon’s palms adored him in return, sliding over his sides and holding Jungkook’s narrow waist, his thumbs sliding back and forth in reverent circles.
“Kookie,” Namjoon kissed him again and again, Jungkook’s lips tingling from so much attention, “Precious, I need to make sure you’re okay with this. Moving forward.”
Jungkook’s chest bloomed as he replied without a doubt, “Yes. Hyung, please.”
Namjoon all but melted over him, kissing him harder and sliding his hands down to rub his thumbs across Jungkook’s hip bones. Jungkook arched again under the possessive and adoring touch, and Namjoon shushed soothingly against his mouth, even as his thumbs drew firmer circles, sliding down the hem of Jungkook’s sweatpants and making him breathe shallowly.
“Don’t be nervous, baby,” Namjoon nuzzled his cheek with his nose, “I promise to take such good care of you.”
Jungkook gripped his hyung’s strong back, involuntarily bending like a bowstring again as the words sunk into his skin and heated him up another degree.
Namjoon gave him a long and slow kiss, before pushing Jungkook’s sweatpants and underwear down over his thighs, and sitting up to take them all the way off.
Jungkook caught his breath as he laid flat, naked, and Namjoon licked over his lips even as his eyes swam with love and affection.
“You’re so beautiful, baby,” Namjoon’s hands wrapped around Jungkook’s hips, and Jungkook reigned in his syrupy mind to do everything to keep himself from bucking upwards. “Just look at you.”
Namjoon drunk in Jungkook’s melted form, gaze slowly sliding from his collarbones down to his shins, and back up to his warm face.
“Even your knees are pretty,” Namjoon grinned, his dimples popping, “how can your knees be pretty?”
A breathy laugh bubbled up out of Jungkook, and Namjoon bent down to press another kiss to his mouth, not helping to slow down his racing heartbeat. Namjoon nibbled his mouth with want and breathed into him like a secret, “your cock is so pretty too, darling. I don’t know how you do it, but every part of you is gorgeous.”
Jungkook’s heart stuttered, and Namjoon sat back up to take off his own pants, needing to stand to unbuckle his belt and unbutton his jeans.
“L-later,” Jungkook all but gasped, “I want to do that,” he shakily pointed to Namjoon’s open belt, and his hyung smiled again, dimples popping and eyes slightly widening before creasing into crescents.
“Of course, love. Anything for you,” Namjoon slid off his jeans, and Jungkook barely had any time to register his hyung’s golden honey thighs before he was over him again, kissing him right back into a melted puddle state.
Namjoon slowly lowered so all of his warm skin kissed Jungkook’s as they touched.
He inhaled sharply as tingles erupted all over his body at the contact, and he gripped Namjoon’s waist to tug him down.
“Nhn-joohn,” he breathed into Namjoon’s mouth that hotly moved against his.
“I know, baby, I know,” Namjoon soothed with warm words even as his mouth was kissing with growing intensity. He stroked his wide palms down Jungkook’s arms, then his sides, then over his hips, and slowly down his thighs.
Jungkook felt like he was going to catch on fire, and his dick throbbed with heat where he was slotted with Namjoon. Thankfully, Namjoon didn’t tease him, and lovingly wrapped his hand around the base of Jungkook’s cock to pulse the much-needed friction through his body.
Jungkook tensed and sighed in relief at once, his hands relaxing their tight grip on Namjoon’s back as his hyung stroked up and down his dick with just enough pressure to keep Jungkook from whining needily.
He sunk into all of the pleasurable sensations washing through his limbs, and leaned up to initiate another kiss, not wanting Namjoon to feel like he had to do all of the work. He slid his palms down his hyung’s strong back, and giggled into his mouth as he squeezed the globes of his ass.
“Not fair,” Namjoon smiled against his lips long enough that Jungkook was able to press a kiss over each dimple. Namjoon’s hands moved from stroking his cock to worm underneath Jungkook, and he grabbed a handful of his ass, making Jungkook’s head fall back with a laugh.
Namjoon took the opportunity to kiss a line down his throat, and he kneaded his hands while grinding slow deliberate circles into Jungkook’s hips.
“If we’re going with fairness...” Jungkook slid his hands around Namjoon’s hips, and pressed in between them to grab his hyung’s cock.
Namjoon bucked into his hand as he wrapped his fingers around him, and his only thought was ‘holy shit. Huge.’
“Hyung,” Jungkook tried to sit up, pushing Namjoon up too so he could see. “Holy fuck,” Jungkook’s mouth watered as Namjoon sat up enough that he was able to see the heavy flushed cock resting in his hand. “Hyung,” he snapped his eyes back up to Namjoon’s, thinking it was cute how his cheeks were an embarrassed bright pink, “you’re fucking hung.”
Namjoon covered his eyes and burning cheeks with his hand, and Jungkook used his free hand not feeling the size of his hyung’s dick to cup the elder’s hot cheek. He moved his wrist so he could meet Namjoon’s chocolate irises again, and leaned to press a kiss to each side of his face, before reconnecting their mouths now fully saturated with each other's flavors.
He gave an experimental twist of his wrist as he appreciated Namjoon’s length and Namjoon grunted into his mouth, before laying him back down and nibbling on Jungkook’s lips.
“Lube is in the drawer,” Jungkook breathed, and Namjoon stretched around him to open up the bedside drawer of his night stand and pop the cap, before asking, “condoms?”
Jungkook gazed openly at the wide chest over his face and stretched up to run his nose along the divot between each of Namjoon’s pecs. “No, thanks,” he said like he was politely rejecting extra helpings at dinner, and Namjoon chuckled.
“That’s right- I forgot you have a breeding kink. I’m clean, baby. Are you?”
Jungkook hummed in affirmation, appreciating that his boyfriend had asked, and Namjoon moved back down his body. Jungkook soaked in all of his glory as he was illuminated from behind by glimmering twinkle lights like a gilded painting, while his honeyed skin glowed in the soft candle light.
Jungkook thanked him again for the wonderful and thoughtful gift that Namjoon had done in transforming his bedroom, and Namjoon grinned happily at the compliments.
“Part of your aftercare better be feeding me those cookies you got,” Jungkook joked as Namjoon warmed up a glob of lube in his hands, and his hyung laughed.
“Of course, baby. Why do you think I bought them?”
Jungkook giggled, his stomach tingling with anticipation, and ran his fingers adoringly through Namjoon’s silvery illuminated hair.
“Post-fucking cookies are going to become a tradition for us, I hope you know what you’ve started.”
Namjoon snickered, kissing the inside of his wrist, and then gently lifted Jungkook’s hips to slide a pillow underneath.
“That's a price I’m more than willing to pay,” he flashed a happy smile, and then lifted Jungkook’s thighs, gently pressing them back further and further towards Jungkook’s chest and meeting no resistance.
His eyebrows rose, clearly impressed.
“Holy shit, babe, you weren’t kidding that you’re flexible. I could bend you in half.”
Just because he could, Jungkook grabbed his thighs and pulled them all the way to his chest, smirking at how Namjoon’s cheeks darkened at the visual.
“Don’t expect that from me,” Namjoon leaned down to capture his mouth in another kiss, “I can barely touch my toes.”
Jungkook couldn’t help but giggle, and it quickly dissolved into a breathy whine as Namjoon rubbed the now-warm lube across his entrance, spreading the slick and circling the soft ring of muscle.
“You’re killing me,” Jungkook breathed into his boyfriend, making him smile.
Namjoon continued his ministrations but his voice adopted a logical tone. “We need a safe word, so you can tell me if anything is too much,’ Namjoon stared into his eyes, his voice falling back to gentle softness, “but I promise to be gentle, baby.”
Jungkook really appreciated it. It had been quite a while, considering he hadn’t slept with anyone in a long time even before meeting Namjoon.
“Strawberries,” he said, and Namjoon quickly shook his head no.
“Your lips look like ripe strawberries to me, I might say that by accident. Pick something else.”
Jungkook bit his said-strawberry lips, endeared.
“Chocolate,” he proposed, and Namjoon dramatically rolled his eyes.
“I can count three separate times in the past month when you’ve mentioned chocolate when we’re making out. Pick something yucky that you won’t want to eat when we’re fucking.”
Jungkook scrunched his nose in a tiny giggle, and wracked his brain for a food he didn’t like. His eyes lit up as he said excitedly, “Broccoli!”
Namjoon wrinkled his nose, but followed it with a dimpled smile.
“Works for me. I’ve never once thought about broccoli while getting off. Broccoli’s the new safe word, baby bunny. Broccoli me if you need me to slow down or stop anything, and I’ll broccoli you too.”
Jungkook laughed at ‘broccoli’ being used as a verb, but he nodded, thanking Namjoon for thinking through establishing a safety net in case they would ever need it going forward.
His hyung bent down for one more sweet kiss, before carefully circling his hole and pushing in a lubed finger, making Jungkook gasp against his mouth.
Namjoon hesitated, but Jungkook quickly reassured him that it was okay.
He started slowly fingering him open, slipping a second finger in when his hole was loose enough for just one to move in and out easily. Jungkook had loved Namjoon’s long pretty fingers from the get-go, and he was now able to have a new appreciation for them as he whined at the sensation of his hyung slowly working him open, sliding his fingers in and out, and scissoring them as they brushed a spot inside of Jungkook that made him squirm with heat.
Namjoon grinned, peppering kisses periodically across his face, and worked in a third.
By the time Jungkook was loose enough to be ready to take Namjoon’s dick, he was breathing harshly and a thin sheen of sweat was settled across his neck and collarbones.
“So beautiful,” Namjoon praised as he drunk in the sight of Jungkook underneath him, and lubed up his cock.
“Hyung,” he breathed needily, not liking how he felt empty at the absence of his hyung’s fingers, and needing so much more.
Namjoon held his thighs for him, letting Jungkook’s hands tumble back to the bed, and he all but purred as he guided the tip of his cock to Jungkook’s waiting hole, “Relax, baby.”
Jungkook breathed deep into his lungs, and his head tipped back in pleasure as Namjoon slowly pushed in and began filling him up.
“O-oh, oh.” He stuttered as his eyelids fluttered shut and fullness slowly spread through him like sunlight. Namjoon took his time, making sure not to hurt him and let him adjust to his size. As he bottomed out with his hips pressed flush against Jungkook’s ass, he kissed over each of his closed eyelids.
“So fucking gorgous,” he breathed, “my angel. You’re so beautiful, Kookie. You feel so good.”
Heat bloomed on Jungkook’s cheeks and nose as he absorbed his hyung’s praise, and he moved his limp hands to the back of Namjoon’s waist. He splayed his palms and fingers out, wanting to feel the muscles shift and flex when Namjoon started moving.
The full heat reached deep into his belly, and Jungkook whimpered at how amazing it was, to be filled so well by someone he loved so much.
“Can I start moving, precious?” Namjoon pressed his lips against the corners of his mouth, waiting for Jungkook to breathe out a soft “yes.”
Jungkook’s eyes rolled back under his closed eyelids as he felt the entirety of Namjoon’s hard cock drag out of him, and slowly push back in. All of Namjoon’s back muscles flexed underneath his hands as he rolled his hips into Jungkook’s.
“F-fuck,” his mouth watered from all of the pleasure pulsing through him, heat growing like a embers in his core, and he had to swallow multiple times to keep from drooling.
Namjoon found a pace that was slow and loving, but Jungkook kept whimpering at how deep Namjoon’s cock reached, feeling like he was pushing up all the way into his belly.
“Feel that, precious?” Namjoon’s voice was thick and scratchy, and a deep moan poured out of him, “me fucking so deep into your tummy that I can see it?”
Jungkook’s eyes flew open, and he met Namjoon’s dark gaze lidded with lust.
“W-what?” He let Namjoon remove one of his hands from his back, and slid it between them, resting over his lower belly on his naval. Namjoon’s palm pressed on top of his and he rumbled in pleasure as he pushed his hips deep into Jungkook.
A gasp flew out of him as he felt the end of Namjoon’s cock press into the inside of his palm from inside of him, and a string of broken curses tumbled out of his mouth.
“D-do that again,” he held Namjoon’s gaze, pupils blown wide with desire as Namjoon continually rolled his hips into him so Jungkook could feel the bulge of his cock move inside of him. “Oh my fucking- oh fuck Joonie- M’so full- oh my god- You’re-”
Jungkook was balancing on the edge of a cliff, the soft twinkle lights above them now feeling too bright but unwilling to look away from Namjoon’s adoring face.
A low whine left his boyfriend, and he pleaded, “Kook-ah, let me feel too.”
Jungkook quickly switched their hands, pressing over the top of Namjoon’s and holding his boyfriend’s palm over his belly in the same place he’d just been feeling.
A groan tumbled past Namjoon’s lips as he felt himself slowly thrusting inside of Jungkook so deep that it made a soft bulge in his stomach. Namjoon kept his palm fused over the spot and firmly stayed in place as he ground into Jungkook again and again. His body was moving with the same heat the Jungkook felt, like he was glowing alight from hot coals burning inside of him. Namjoon’s eyes were locked onto his with so much tenderness that Jungkook wasn’t sure how he wasn’t melted down on the spot.
Namjoon’s hips stuttered, and he connected their mouths messily.
It was just enough affection to push Jungkook over the edge, like a gust of wind had blown him off the teetering edge of the cliff, and he he moaned into Namjoon’s mouth as heat flashed through him, and his dick throbbed as he came in between their flush bodies.
Namjoon answered Jungkook’s sound with a low groan of his own, and his boyfriend orgasamed just after him.
Deep heat flooded into Jungkook’s belly, and he moaned again into Namjoon’s mouth as the feeling of fullness spread, and worked him through his own pulsing orgasm. He groaned his hyung’s name repetitively, back arching as the heat of Namjoon’s seed settled safely inside of his belly and made him feel the same kind of satisfaction like he’d had an entire Mukbang dinner.
Namjoon worked them through the intense highs they were feeling, until they both collapsed limply from overwhelming pleasure. Namjoon was heavy on top of him in the best possible way and Jungkook’s legs wrapped around his waist. Jungkook didn’t remember when he’d moved them there, but this was a much more comfortable position, and he let himself sink into pleasure and relaxation.
“Love,” Namjoon breathed into his neck, his broad chest expanding over Jungkooks as he caught his breath. Jungkook threw his arms around Namjoon’s back, threading his fingers through his damp hair and humming in contentment.
“You’re so full, baby bunny.” Namjoon gave a small circular rub to Jungkook’s lower stomach where his hyung’s hand was still spread out, wedged between them.
He felt the best kind of full. It was so wonderful that it was nearly indescribable.
Namjoon pushed himself up onto a shaky forearm, and Jungkook glanced between them to see how Namjoon’s ringed hand was rubbing soft possessive circles over the bottom of his belly. Jungkook carefully lifted his hyung’s hand, pouting at the fact that he felt so much more full than he actually looked. He could see a very soft bump in his tummy from the outline of his hyung’s softening cock, but when he placed his own hand over the bulge he could swear he felt the liquid that Namjoon had pumped into him.
He breathed out in astonishment at the feeling, “that’s so fucking hot, hyung.”
Namjoon chuckled, and leaned down to peck his cheeks, both of them basking in the afterglow of their orgasms.
“Cookies or shower, darling?” Namjoon nuzzled his cheek, and he smiled at his hyung’s adoring voice so full of affection.
“Cookies,” he said with certainty, pointedly ignoring how his own cum was smeared across both of them.
Namjoon made to slowly start pulling out and Jungkook gripped his hips hard to keep him in place buried inside of him.
“Don’t you fucking dare,” he did his best to narrow his eyes, even though he knew he was one of the least-threatening people on the planet.
Namjoon blinked in surprise, but then nodded, and reassured him with a kiss. Instead of moving away, he hiked up Jungkook with him as he stood, holding him securely around him and moved to go get the box of cookies on his desk, bringing it back to the bed and gently laying Jungkook back down and stretching out comfortably on top of him.
“Alright sugar,” he flicked open the cardboard lid of the cute yellow and blue bakery box and made sure Jungkook was comfortable. “We’ve got…” he perused the box as Jungkook stared at his ethereal face in the flickering candlelight, “choco chip- a classic. Monster cookies, sugar cookies, double fudge chunk, and salted caramel. I wasn’t sure what you would like best so I just got them all. Which would you like?”
Jungkook answered with a resounding, “yes.”
Namjoon laughed at his answer and moved back over him. He settled his free hand back over Jungkook’s belly, softly rubbing, before picking a cookie at random from the box, and holding it to his lips.
“You can have a bite of them all,” he smiled warmly, and Jungkook bit into the soft delicious treat. Salted caramel burst across his tongue and he moaned while fluttering his eyes at the flavor.
“Well if it’s that good,” Namjoon nibbled on the other end and nodded approvingly.
He gave Jungkook a second bite, before putting the last half of the large cookie back in the box and selecting another. Rich sweetness filled his mouth at the second cookie, which was a buttery kind of sugary vanilla, and his head fell back as he made another noise of appreciation.
“Bunny, should I be jealous that cookies are making you moan more than I did?”
Jungkook giggled, chomping a second bite before Namjoon could take it away, and shook his head no.
“This is still you that’s making me moan, hyung.” He smiled and tapped Namjoon’s hips, reminding him that he was still snugly inside of him.
Namjoon gave a tiny snort, and Jungkook bit into the third, classic melty chocolate chip replacing the previous sugar flavor. Just to tease his hyung, he tipped his head again and fluttered his eyes, moaning deliberately at the rich sweetness.
“Tease,” Namjoon’s dimples flashed over him, and he exchanged the cookie to let Jungkook try the next one. Rich creamy fudge built on top of the chocolate chip, and he groaned again purposely.
“Hyung, this is fucking heaven.” He slid his hands up and down Namjoon’s spine. “I’ve got you still inside of me, you’re so heavy on me just how I love, and you’re feeding me delicious cookies after giving me the best orgasm of my life. Have I died? Because seriously, this is ecstasy. What’s in these cookies to make them so freaking good?”
Namjoon made a soft laugh, before leaning down next to his ear. He gave a soft rub to his middle and purred. “Butter, little bunny. I’m sure they’re so yummy because they’re very fattening.”
Jungkook’s eyes squeezed shut as tried to hold back a whimper as his secret pleasure speared through him, but the sound still escaped anyways. Namjoon knew saying things like that did things to him and made his insides hot.
“Gimme another,” he choked out, and Namjoon’s deep chuckle reverberated through his limbs.
He pulled back and grinned, before swiping his tongue across Jungkook’s lips.
“You’ve got some chocolate…” he licked again, and Jungkook whined, borderline clawing at his hyung’s back as he involuntarily arched.
Namjoon’s mouth was replaced with a monster cookie, and Jungkook stuffed a huge bite, making Namjoon chuckle fondly again and rub deep circles across his tummy. He smiled with crescent eyes as Jungkook swallowed thickly.
“That’s each flavor I got, bun, which do you want to have the rest of?”
“All of them,” Jungkook replied honestly, and Namjoon gave his stomach an affectionate pat, before slowly feeding him the rest of each kind. Jungkook felt pumped full of Namjoon and sugar, but was so happy that he couldn’t keep from beaming.
“I have no idea how you can eat so much sugar and not be dead.”
Namjoon rained kisses down on him, and Jungkook soaked them all up, replying, “I like sweet things and my tummy likes feeling full.”
Namjoon exhaled in amusement then gave a delibrate grind of his hips into Jungkook’s, saying with a smirk, “nice and full, huh?”
Jungkook grabbed for his shoulders, trying to hide the inhale flying into his lungs as he could feel Namjoon’s softened cock shifting inside of him.
After settling down again, Namjoon gave him another kiss as sweet as all of the cookies he just ate.
“Let’s get cleaned up, love.” Namjoon’s hands pet down his body to his thighs and wrapped them firmly around his waist as he made to stand up. Jungkook tucked his cheek against Namjoon’s neck as they stood, his arms languidly wrapped around him to keep him close.
“We have about 300 candles to blow out before we can fall asleep,” Namjoon teased as he made his way to the door.
Jungkook laughed into his hyung’s warm pulse, content and syrupy as he mulled over the fact that while his day had started pretty terrible, it had ended to be unforgettable.
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