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Seokjin had not wanted to come to this party. He wanted to finish unpacking his new apartment, wanted to hook up the TV and eat some takeout and fall asleep on his new couch. Truthfully, Namjoon didn’t even try that hard to convince him; just his cousin’s birthday party, nothing too crazy, and a truncated lecture about how he was never going to make friends if he didn’t go out and meet people.

So Seokjin agreed, and right about now he’s considering the thoughtful thank you letter he’s going to write to Namjoon because he’s been talking to the hottest guy he’s ever seen for over 45 minutes in the cozy kitchen of the apartment where said party is taking place.

The guy - Jungkook - admitted to hiding here to get away from the noise, the people, which is exactly why Seokjin had escaped as well. That and to get another drink, which Jungkook had quickly supplied.

Since their initial introduction, Jungkook’s closed approximately half the distance between them and Seokjin’s not always good at this kind of thing but he’s 96.2% sure Jungkook is flirting with him.

“So… do you want to see my room?” Jungkook asks, biting his bottom lip.

99.87% sure.

Seokjin follows Jungkook down the hall and lets him usher him inside the bedroom, closing the door behind them and only allowing a mere handful of seconds to pass before he’s finally kissing Seokjin.

Fuck, Seokjin hasn’t kissed anyone in months, and he’s so stupidly horny, and Jungkook is unfairly attractive. He kisses like he’ll never get the opportunity again, desperate and hungry and it’s making Seokjin lightheaded, he can’t get enough of the soft press of Jungkook’s lips and the way his tongue teases into Seokjin’s mouth.

He lets Jungkook lead him to the bed, crawling between Jungkook’s spread thighs as he lies back because Seokjin knows an invitation like this when he sees one. Jungkook’s just as hard, just as eager to grind against him, Seokjin chasing his mouth even when he breaks away to gasp.

Have they been kissing longer than they talked earlier? Seokjin can’t tell, feels drunk even though he knows he’s not, feels giddy when Jungkook shoves his hand down his pants to stroke his cock as best he can in the confines of his jeans.

“Fuck,” Jungkook hisses, fingers dragging up Seokjin’s length. “How big is your dick?” Seokjin laughs, cheeks burning from the comment, but before he can answer, “Condoms are in the drawer.”

“Yeah?” Seokjin murmurs because he didn’t know he was going to get this lucky, not today and not with someone who looks as good as Jungkook. Seokjin shifts to the side to open the bedside table and grabs a condom and the lube, but then pulls something else out too. “New toy?”

Jungkook blushes instantly when he sees the object, a prostate massager still in its packaging. “Oh, yeah I got it a few weeks ago.”

“A few weeks? I admire your restraint, when I get a new toy it’s out of the plastic in 24 hours or less.” It’s impossible to miss the way Jungkook draws in on himself, even if it’s slight, and Seokjin frowns. “I didn’t mean-”

“I’ve just-” Jungkook starts, sighing. “I’ve just never used anything like it before, I guess I was a little intimidated.”

“Oh,” Seokjin says easily, flipping the package over to read about it. “I mean, sure, of course. Not too much different from getting fucked I bet though.”

Jungkook turns a more vibrant shade of red. “Yeah um… I wouldn’t know.”

That’s when it occurs to Seokjin that he had assumed Jungkook was going to bottom, and how stupid he was to think that. He’s totally fine with this new development though because he loves bottoming, would love to let Jungkook who’s literally all muscle fuse him with the mattress. He’s about to say all that, or some version of it, but Jungkook beats him to it.

“You can go, I- I know this probably isn’t what you had in mind.” He’s trying to play it off like it’s nothing - of course, they don’t know each other well enough to be vulnerable yet - but it’s still there and Seokjin reads it.

It’s not really in his nature to bounce when someone’s upset, especially when it’s someone he already likes. Seokjin places an unassuming hand on Jungkook’s knee. “No, that’s totally my fault, I shouldn’t have assumed you wanted to bottom-”

“But I do,” Jungkook interrupts him, eyes flicking away from Seokjin’s face.

“Ah.” Seokjin’s not sure what to do now because it’s not like he’s going to insist they keep going but he doesn’t want to leave Jungkook alone feeling… well whatever he might be feeling.

“This is so horribly unsexy and probably not what you wanted so if you could just- you can go,” Jungkook rushes out, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Jungkook-ssi, I-”

“Please,” Jungkook adds.

It doesn’t feel right but Seokjin starts to pull away, standing up and moving to put the toy back in the drawer but he stops with his back to Jungkook and decides to take a risk. “Or.”

“Or?” he hears Jungkook murmur, quiet but maybe a little hopeful.

“I could-” Seokjin clears his throat. “You could try your new toy and I could, um, supervise.”

“Supervise?” Jungkook repeats and it comes off as disbelieving but there’s a hint of something else, interest or excitement maybe.

“Yeah, you know… in case you needed… I don’t know, guidance or something? I mean I’m not an expert but…” Seokjin continues, the edge of the plastic from the toy cutting into his hand from how tightly he’s holding it.

“You don’t have to do that,” Jungkook dismisses him.

Seokjin sees that same glimmer of hope Jungkook did and he’s not so ready to give up yet. “I know. But I want to.”

“You do?” Jungkook’s incredulousness is absurd to Seokjin, as if he hasn’t seen himself, as if he hasn’t met himself because Seokjin would do just about anything to stay in this room right now.

He turns around finally. “Fuck yes I do you’re like… so hot and I think it sounds kinda sexy? Like… okay feel free to kick me out but getting to watch you… it’s ah, it’s definitely getting me going.”

“I thought I already had you going,” Jungkook comments, a little smug but it’s just even more attractive to Seokjin.

“You did. You do. You have my full attention, believe me,” Seokjin assures him.

“Okay,” Jungkook agrees, reaching for the toy and Seokjin’s happy to hand it over, watching as Jungkook liberates it from the packaging, setting the remote to one side and holding the massaging plug in his hand.

“Yeah?” Seokjin confirms as Jungkook sizes up the silicone.

“Yeah,” Jungkook easily assents. “So how do we…”

“I’ll just- I’ll sit here on the bed,” Seokjin starts, perching on the edge of the mattress, close but not too close, “and if you need anything I’ll be right here.”


Seokjin bites back a giddy grin. “Right.”

“Okay,” Jungkook repeats, sitting up to pull his shirt off and it takes every molecule in Seokjin’s body working together to resist the urge to touch, to thumb over Jungkook’s peaked nipples, to feel the hard lines of his chest, his abs. It takes everything he’s got not to trace the ink patterns spilling down Jungkook’s arm with his tongue, Jungkook wiggles out of his pants but stops with his thumbs tucked into his boxer briefs, glancing up at Seokjin. “It’s kind of weird with you… being dressed.”

“You want me to take something off? Definitely, whatever makes you comfortable.” Seokjin hurriedly suggests, pulling his shirt off and flinging it across the room. “This okay? More?”

“No that’s- that’s good for now,” Jungkook says through a relieved laugh, taking the last stitch of his clothing off, his cock so hard and Seokjin wants to put his mouth there, wants to lick every centimeter of Jungkook but he doesn’t, not yet. “Are you sure you want to- that this is okay?”

“Very okay. More than okay,” Seokjin assures him, and when he looks dubious Seokjin reaches down to grab himself through his pants, the hard outline of his dick so obvious that Jungkook lets out a little moan.

“So now what?” Jungkook asks softly, lying back on the bed, stretched out and beautiful and somehow so open and so vulnerable all at once.

“So now you do what you normally do, with your fingers. You’ve done that, right?” Seokjin suggests, voice low and soft. Jungkook nods, picking up the lube and popping the cap.

Jungkook wets his fingers and reaches down between his thighs, skimming past his balls already drawn up tight, and he presses one to his hole. It slides in easily, his head tilting back as he works in and out and Seokjin can feel himself leaking into his underwear just from fucking watching.


The fact that Jungkook’s asking him makes him tingle all over, that he wants it already. “Yeah, another,” Seokjin directs, and Jungkook does it obediently, presses another finger into himself and moans, hips bucking, his cock bobbing over his tense stomach.

Seokjin’s dick throbs in his jeans, everything about this overwhelming but in the best way. He wants to kiss Jungkook so badly, wants to touch him and feel the way he’s trembling but there’s something about this too that’s so good, looking but not touching, his relief so far off it’s theoretical at this point. Maybe he won’t even get to come today, maybe he’ll make himself wait just to see how long he can hold out.

Jungkook fucks into himself, thighs spread wide and any lingering hestiance is fully absent now, he’s not hesitating to look Seokjin in the eye as his hips jack down of their own accord to drive his fingers deeper.

“One more,” Seokjin instructs, his heart beating wildly as Jungkook immediately presses a third at his rim, whimpering as it sinks inside. “Just like that, you’re doing so well.”

“Yeah?” Jungkook asks breathlessly. “Feels good.”

“You’re so fucking hot,” Seokjin murmurs, having to consciously draw his hand away from it’s trajectory to Jungkook’s thigh. Jungkook’s movements are easy but shaky, fingers disappearing into himself but he’s quaking like he’s on the edge of release already. Not that Seokjin would mind watching him come right now, not that he wouldn’t move in for the rest of his life if he got to see this daily.

Seokjin doesn’t know anything about falling in love aside from what he’s read in books, heard in movies, and what his friends have told him. He knows this isn’t love, it’s too soon by a long shot but he knows it starts somewhere. Maybe that somewhere is here. Maybe love at first sight isn’t always in cafés or on that first day of university, maybe it’s at some random dude’s birthday party while hiding in the kitchen, maybe it’s in a bedroom with the most beautiful person he’s ever seen giving him this monumental trust.

Jungkook’s falling apart, body curling in like a collapsing star so Seokjin shakes his head to clear it. “You’re ready, you can if you want.”

“I want to,” Jungkook tells him, so very sure as he searches blindly for the massager. Seokjin passes it to him, watches as he slicks it with lube and presses it to his opening, as it slides inside. He only takes a couple of seconds to adjust to it before he’s picking up the remote and turning it on.

Jungkook’s body jolts immediately, a sharp intake of breath and Seokjin can see him clenching down around the silicone. “Fuck that’s- oh my god.”

“Is it good?” Seokjin asks, even though it’s obvious that it is. He squeezes himself through the thick denim of his jeans, not enough but better than nothing, something to stave off the scorching arousal in him.

“I’ve never f-felt this before, why does it feel so good?” Jungkook pants out in awe, one hand gripping the sheets while the other holds tightly to the remote.

Seokjin laughs fondly, can distantly remember the first time someone touched him there, how hard he came that night. “Yeah that’s definitely part of it.”

Jungkook’s thumb presses the button to turn it up, his whole body tensing like electricity is coursing through him. “Oh my god!” he cries, feet digging into the mattress as his hips lift for friction that isn’t there.

“Okay baby?” Seokjin soothes, and he doesn’t know why the pet name comes out but Jungkook either doesn’t notice or care. “A little higher maybe? Can you handle it?”

Seokjin rightfully guesses that Jungkook likes a challenge, or at least won’t back down from one, and he bumps it up another notch. He’s completely falling apart, muscles flexing in waves with the motion of the toy and Seokjin can’t believe he’s still holding on because he’s dangling by a thread.

“Oh- ohohohohoh,” Jungkook moans, so suddenly coming untouched onto his stomach, so much like he can’t stop. He moves to turn the level down or maybe even off and Seokjin’s not sure what exactly compels him but he reaches out and catches Jungkook by the wrist. He stops him, keeping the toy on and he shifts closer and wraps his fingers around Jungkook’s cock. He’s slick with his own come so the slide is all too easy when Seokjin starts pumping him.

“Too much, it’s too-” Jungkook whimpers, twisting under Seokjin like he’s trying to get away but in the process shoving his dick through the circle of Seokjin’s fingers.

“Do you want me to stop?” Seokjin asks and he will, of course he will, but watching Jungkook’s body shudder with each movement. “I will, just tell me, I will.”

“N-no, I- I can’t-'' Jungkook manages before he spills again, weak spurts over Seokjin’s fist, his body shaking so hard. This time Seokjin turns the massager off, one hand petting gently up Jungkook’s thigh and over his hip. He pulls back and eases the toy out, Jungkook’s body clenching around nothing.

“You did so well,” Seokjin tells Jungkook, quiet and calm while keeping a hand on him to keep him grounded. Jungkook’s still trying to catch his breath, to settle back into his body and Seokjin squeezes his knee before standing to leave.

“Where are you going?” Jungkook asks, eyes still closed, chest heaving.

“I need to- can I use your bathroom?” Seokjin answers because as much fun as waiting to get off sounded earlier he’s sure at this point that his boner is never going to go away unless he does something proactive about it.

“You’re leaving?” Jungkook tries for a second to sit up but gives up, managing to turn his round, wide eyes to Seokjin, pinning him in place.

“I just- if I could take care of this real quick,” Seokjin explains, gesturing to the obvious bulge in his pants.

“No,” Jungkook replies, settling back onto the bed and looking very at ease considering what just happened between them, what Seokjin’s insinuating he intends to do.

“No I can’t use your bathroom?” Seokjin tries to clarify.

“I want you to stay,” Jungkook explains, eyes closing again like he might just fall asleep right now.

“And... jerk off here?” Seokjin presses because it’s kind of non-negotiable if he’s going to be able to rejoin the festivities without showing all the guests his… party favor.

“I don’t want you to jerk off-”

“Um-” Seokjin interrupts and he’s not panicked per se, that’s too dramatic but this is very much less than ideal suddenly.

Until it’s not.

“You can fuck me.”

Seokjin has to take a good ten seconds to filter and process that, and even then. “I- that’s nice, uh, of you, but you’ve just- I don’t want to do anything that might hurt or-”

“I want you to fuck me,” Jungkook starts, locking eyes with Seokjin again as he props himself up on his elbows. “Please.”

“I just,” Seokjin starts, amazing with himself that he’s talking his way out of fucking. “It’s been a big day- for you, and I want it to be a good day so if anything might, you know, make you uncomfortable or…”

Jungkook has an eyebrow cocked, fingers trailing down his chest, over his stomach and through the slick mess there to loosely stroke himself. “You won’t.”

“For the record, I’m trying to do the right thing,” Seokjin says, battle lost as he reaches for the fly of his jeans.

“For the record, I am the right thing,” Jungkook hits back. Seokjin fights his way out of his clothes and normally he’d take his time here, let his partner watch him, maybe make it a little sexier but he just wants to be close enough to Jungkook to kiss him again honestly.

Seokjin grabs the condom he’d gotten out earlier from the bedside table and tears the packet, rolling it on as Jungkook watches, still lightly running his fingertips up and down his length. There’s still enough lube leaking out of his hole that Seokjin doesn’t bother to grab the bottle, crawling eagerly between his legs and immediately dipping down to kiss him.

Jungkook seems just as desperate as if he hasn’t just come twice, like he’s the one who's been sitting on his hands and watching. “The second I saw you today I knew I wanted you here, right here,” Jungkook murmurs between kisses, reaching between them for Seokjin’s cock to line it up at his entrance.

“Just looking for someone to fuck, huh?” Seokjin jokes, immediately surprised when Jungkook stops and looks up at him.

“I mean, I have been looking for someone, but not- not like just anyone,” Jungkook admits quietly.

“It’s okay if you were, I’m not offended,” Seokjin assures him but Jungkook holds his gaze.

“I didn’t want just anyone who came along, I mean,” Jungkook tries again, then huffs when Seokjin raises an eyebrow in confusion. “I mean I liked you- I like you.”

Seokjin thinks about teasing him because honestly they barely know each other, and for all Jungkook knows Seokjin could be a bad person or a worse lay, but he gets it; he likes Jungkook, too. So he says so.

“I like you too.”

“Show me how much you like me,” Jungkook flirts, easily sliding back into the seduction, nudging Seokjin’s dick against his hole and Seokjin has been so so good but he’s ready to give in. He pushes in slowly, it’s tight but not impossible and Jungkook’s breathing hitches as he clings to Seokjin’s shoulders, Seokjin burying his face in Jungkook’s neck. “Fuck,” Jungkook sighs.

“You feel so good, oh my god,” Seokjin mumbles against Jungkook’s sweat-salty skin, licking over his pulse point and biting lightly just to feel Jungkook clench, sucking hard just to hear Jungkook whine. His thrusts come too easy, Jungkook already so wet and open from the toy and he has to remember to slow down, to hold back because he wants this to last and he wants it to be good for both of them.

He also really wants to come, more than he has in a long time, but he can’t fight off the feeling that once he does, once this is over, he might never see Jungkook again. It’s stupid for him to care about that, to care about someone he just met like that, he knows.

He doesn’t want it to be over.

“Harder,” Jungkook begs, voice reedy with need, his fingers digging into the grip they have on Seokjin’s ass now like he’s trying to pull him closer, deeper. Seokjin shifts, hitching Jungkook’s hips and trying to get the angle he needs as he snaps forward, the sound of their skin coming together somehow loud even with the party going on down the hall.

Jungkook sobs when Seokjin hits his prostate and now that he’s found the right spot he doesn’t let up, pounding into Jungkook as he cries out. “I’m gonna- fuck don’t stop don’t stop!” Jungkook moans, reaching between them to jerk himself a few times before he’s coming again, nearly dry but he still shakes with it.

It has to be too much now, Jungkook trembles with every movement and Seokjin makes himself ease up even though he’s so close it almost hurts not to let go.

“Feeling good?” Seokjin asks softly, kissing Jungkook gently and just barely rocking his hips.

Jungkook nods like he’s on the verge of passing out, too sated and wrung out to focus. “Did you come?” he manages anyway. If he doesn’t know Seokjin could pretend he did, could let Jungkook rest because he clearly needs to. He could slip off to the bathroom and finish on his own, but the delay in his answer is enough and Jungkook’s brow furrows. “Why didn’t you?”

“It’s a lot, you’re tired and I don’t want to hurt-”

“You can say you don’t want to if you don’t want to,” Jungkook interrupts and he’s not mad but he’s not happy either.

Seokjin huffs a laugh that’s too fond too fast. “I fucking want to-”

“So do,” Jungkook cuts him off again, rolling his hips against Seokjin for friction as he cups the back of his neck to drag him closer, close enough to whisper against the shell of his ear. “I want you to feel good too, want you to come inside me.”

Seokjin’s not usually one for a slow grind but the way Jungkook moves, fucks himself onto Seokjin’s cock, the broken whimpers still filling the space between them are too much and when Jungkook kisses him again he doesn’t stand a chance.

Seokjin whines against Jungkook’s lips, the slow build of pleasure practically vibrating through him and he has to break away to cry out when his orgasm fully hits. Jungkook keeps shifting under him to work him through it, finally stopping once Seokjin goes boneless on top of him.

“Fuuuuck, I- fuck,” Seokjin manages, body shaking with Jungkook’s when he laughs.

“Yeah, pretty much.”

Seokjin indulges himself for another moment or two, capturing Jungkook’s lips for lazy kisses until he finally has to move, standing to toss the condom in the trash and futilely clean up with tissues while Jungkook does the same.

“We should get back,” Jungkook says, breaking the building silence and Seokjin nods as he finishes getting dressed, and Jungkook does too, the awkwardness settling in.

The second Jungkook opens the door a very strained chorus of Happy Birthday greets them along with all of the guests, one of them holding a cake but not watching as the frosting slides because she’s too busy glancing between him and Jungkook. Seokjin realizes the music has stopped and then instantly wonders how long ago that happened, how loud they were.

Then, “Wait, it’s your birthday?” Jungkook looks a little sheepish, leaning in to blow out the candles while Seokjin catches Namjoon’s very unimpressed expression. “I- you’re Namjoon’s cousin?”

“Um, yep. So, thank you… for the gift.” Jungkook grins, sliding past Seokjin into the main part of the apartment, leaving him utterly dumbfounded and now considering changing his thank you letter to Namjoon to a Sorry I Fucked Your Cousin card.

Jungkook’s occupied with the other guests for the rest of the night and Seokjin manages an uncomfortable hour before Namjoon either gets tired or takes pity on him. “We can go.”

“What? No! He’s your cousin if you want to stay I’m totally cool to hang or whatever,” Seokjin answers quickly, pretending he misses Namjoon’s raised eyebrow.

“Hyung, let’s go,” Namjoon reiterates and they head toward the door.

“Don’t you want to say goodbye or…” Seokjin starts, unable to take his eyes off Jungkook, the way his nose scrunches as he laughs at someone’s joke, the light purple bruise starting to bloom on his throat.

“Do you?” Namjoon teases and Seokjin knows he deserves that, trying to shake it off as he leaves the apartment.

The walk to the elevator, the ride down, the trek across the parking garage are all making Seokjin’s stomach hurt but it must be from the cocktails or the snacks. He’ll go home, shower, get some rest and tomorrow he’ll wake up like every other day, where he’d never admit it but he’s getting kind of tired of being alone.

“Hey! Hang on!”

A voice echoes against the cement of the garage and he and Namjoon turn to find Jungkook jogging toward them. He stops in front of them and very obviously side eyes Namjoon until he groans and walks ahead to give them some space.

“Um. Thanks for coming to my party,” Jungkook says, biting his lip to hide his smile. Seokjin doesn’t know why he’d want to hide it, it’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.

Seokjin clears his throat and tries to pretend he has his shit together. “Yeah, I had fun.”

Jungkook laughs at that, reaching up to touch the darkened spot on his neck. “Me too. So listen… I know you’re new in town and you’re about to meet a bunch of people. Just try not to forget about me, okay?”

Seokjin’s heart does something funny and he can’t be sure what it is, he’s either dying or- “I don’t think that’s possible,” he manages.

Jungkook laughs again. “Anyway obviously like… don’t feel obligated to hang out with me or whatever. Just because. Whatever.”

“Are you inviting me to hang out with you?” Seokjin asks, a gentle tease. Somehow it’s comforting that Jungkook might be just as flustered. Seokjin’s not used to that, he hasn’t been for years, but something about Jungkook turns him upside down.

“I mean- I just meant if like… Namjoon had you tag along or something,” Jungkook quickly amends.

“Ah, so it’s Namjoon who wants me to hang out with you?” Seokjin pokes.

“For the record, I do not care,” Namjoon jumps in from where he waits nearby.

“Hyung!” Jungkook shouts in embarrassment, covering his face with his hand but Seokjin can still see the blush on his cheeks. Namjoon grumbles but keeps walking toward the car.

“I’d like to see you again,” Seokjin admits, because what does he have to lose, and there’s everything to gain. “With or without clothes on,” he adds.

Jungkook smiles, moving his hand from his face. “Yeah?”

“Yes, definitely yes,” Seokjin says without hesitation.

“I should tell you I don’t normally like… do that,” Jungkook replies, shifting his weight from foot to foot.

Seokjin cocks his head. “Do what?”

Jungkook sighs before he explains, “Hook up that fast, I just- it’s my birthday-”

“So I’m told,” Seokjin teases.

“-and you’re really hot, I just thought-”

“You don’t need to explain yourself to me. I mean you can but. I’m not judging you. I too was hooking up with someone I just met,” Seokjin points out, resisting the urge to hold Jungkook’s hand - an urge that is utterly new to him.

“Yeah but maybe you normally-” Jungkook starts.

“I don’t,” Seokjin cuts him off gently.


“Hyung!” Namjoon yells, clearly short on patience and Seokjin doesn’t blame him one bit honestly.

“I have to go,” Seokjin explains as if that wasn’t obvious, as if he’s not going to be somehow indebted to Namjoon for eternity for fucking his cousin the day he met him on his birthday. “But seriously, with or without clothes. Anytime.”

Jungkook smiles easily. “Anytime.”

Seokjin is about to turn to leave, but instead he moves in and gently kisses Jungkook’s cheek, whispering, “Happy Birthday.”

Seokjin sprints toward Namjoon and as they start walking again side by side, Namjoon’s message alert pings loudly in the garage. He pulls his phone out and checks it, groaning as he does.

“What?” Seokjin asks, trying to keep from skipping the rest of the way to the car.

“It’s my cousin.”

“Oh?” Seokjin offers, not wanting to seem overeager.

“He wants your number,” Namjoon adds with a sigh, texting Jungkook back as Seokjin turns and sees Jungkook smiling at him.

A few seconds later Seokjin’s own message alert pings and he pulls his phone from his back pocket to check.

unknown: hi
unknown: its me
unknown: jk
unknown: so what are you doing sunday
unknown: (without clothes)