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Namjoon scowled at the name that lit up his phone. He answered on the second ring. “Yes?”“Namjoon, where are you?” Seokjin whined. Namjoon smiled despite himself. He settled back in his comfortable chair, eyes flitting over the stacks of soundbytes on his screen.“The studio still.”
“It’s almost midnight. Is anyone else around?”
“Just me. Pulling a late night.”
“I miss you, Namjoon.”
“I’ll be home soon,” Namjoon said, though they both knew he was lying.
“I’m hard… I was fantasizing about having your mouth on me.”
“I have to work, Jin-hyung,” Namjoon murmured, his cock already beginning to show interest.
“Hurry home.”
Jin disconnected the call before Namjoon could speak further. He shook his head, smiling a little to himself. One of the hottest young men in South Korea, and Namjoon was lucky enough to not only be sleeping with him, but dating him steadily for years.Namjoon’s phone buzzed again, an incoming text. His heart skipped a beat when he opened it to reveal a photo of Jin’s hard cock, the tip welling with precome.A second picture came through before Namjoon could respond. This one was of Jin’s face. His hair was soft and damp, face clean of any makeup. He was wearing his glasses and one of Namjoon’s hoodies. His head was braced on the back of a worn blue couch. Namjoon’s heartrate increased. There was only one couch like that that he knew of.He scrambled to his feet and out of his studio. Taking a quick glance down the hall to make sure it was dark and empty, he hurried to the artist’s lounge.Sure enough, Jin was stretched out on the couch wearing just Namjoon’s hoodie, his hand lazily stroking his cock.“I knew you’d be here all night,” Jin said simply.“What if someone else had walked in?”“No one else is here. Come kiss me, Namjoon.”Namjoon swore softly. He straddled Jin’s hips, pushing him flat onto the couch, and kissed him hard.Jin buried his fingers in Namjoon’s hair, moaning softly when Namjoon’s teeth grazed his bottom lip. He tugged softly before setting his hand on Namjoon’s shoulder, giving a soft but firm push down.“Suck me, please,” he mumbled against Namjoon’s mouth.“Beg.” Namjoon reached down, squeezing Jin’s cock.“Please! I need your mouth on me, Namjoon. Your tongue. The way you touch me, please, I’ll do anything,” Jin panted, his eyes slipping shut.“Ah, you’re such a good boy. So pretty when you beg.” Namjoon slid down, pressing gentle kisses along the length of Jin’s cock. It twitched and throbbed at the attention, and Jin whined.“Please—““I got you.” Namjoon nipped playfully at Jin’s smooth inner thigh, earning a frustrated yelp. He pushed Jin’s legs open more, letting them settle over his shoulders. Jin looked down at him, his cheeks flushing. Namjoon smirked. He spread Jin open, his eyebrows raising.“Did you—““I already prepped. I wanted to feel you as fast as I could.”“Slut,” Namjoon growled. Jin nodded, running his fingers through Namjoon’s hair.“Only for you.”“I know. You try to play tough.” Namjoon took one of Jin’s balls in his mouth, flipping his tongue over it until Jin whined. He freed it with a pop and licked a stripe up his cock. “I know all our members think I bend over for you, don’t they?”Jin nodded, his cheeks a deep red. His bottom lip was tucked between his teeth.“Oh yeah. And you don’t correct them. Because no one would take you serious if they knew the truth. If they knew Kim Seokjin takes it up the ass every night.”Namjoon pressed two fingers into Jin’s lube slick hole. “Not only that... But he screams for a cock younger than him.”Namjoon crooked his fingers. Jin shouted, his hips jerking.“Come on. Admit it. You might be the eldest... But you’re my little bitch, aren’t you?”Jin nodded, huffing breath through his gritted teeth. “Please—“ he whispered.“Say it, Seokjin.”Jin’s stomach twisted at the command, the dropped honorific making him feel that much dirtier.“I’m your bitch,” Jin murmured.“Louder. You want my cock, beg for it.”“I’m your bitch!” Jin cried. He looked down at Namjoon, his heart skipping a beat.Namjoon’s hair was mussed from his hands, his lips parted and pink from licking them, just centimeters away from Jin’s aching cock. His thighs were braced on Namjoon’s shoulders, the muscles quaking softly as Namjoon fingered him.“Please,” he begged again. “Please fuck me.”“Again.”“Fuck me!” Jin shouted. Namjoon pressed against Jin’s prostate, earning a dribble of precome and another shout from Jin.“Fuck me, please, Namjoon!”“Aw, baby. You need me to fill you up,” Namjoon teased, withdrawing his fingers. He grabbed the front of Jin’s hoodie and used it to haul him into a sitting position.“Please!” Jin begged. Immediately he pushed two fingers into himself, thrusting down on them as Namjoon stripped out of his sneakers and jeans.“Come on.” Namjoon kicked his boxers to the side, squeezing the shaft of his cock and giving it a playful shake. “Show me how much you need it.”Jin freed his fingers and scrambled to the floor without hesitation, wrapping his lips around the tip and giving a firm suck. He began to bob his head, his eyes slipping shut when Namjoon’s fingers combed through his hair. “That’s it. Suck it for me,” he panted. “Show me how much you need it. You love it, don’t you?”Jin opened his eyes, looking up at Namjoon. He let his mouth open wider, sliding forward until he gagged, his eyes filling with tears.“Ah, such a good boy, Jin-hyung. Choke on it again for me.”Jin obeyed, blinking away tears as he gagged on Namjoon’s cock. Only when Namjoon tugged his head back did he stop, gasping for breath.“Where’s the lube?”Jin retrieved it from his hoodie pocket, his hands shaking. He crawled back onto the couch, letting his head fall back over the headrest. He lazily stroked his cock, his throat pleasantly sore. The sound of Namjoon slicking himself up filled Jin’s ears, his stomach knotting in anticipation.“Why don’t you tell me? Is my cock bigger than yours?”Jin swallowed hard and nodded. The truth was that they were just about even, but no one had made Jin feel as good as Namjoon in all his years having sex.“Aw, but I’m younger,” Namjoon taunted, letting his knees rest on the edge of the couch. He shoved Jin’s legs apart, brushing lube slick fingers over his hole. “Shouldn’t you be the big, strong one? Shouldn’t you be bending me over the couch and fucking me until I cry?”Jin whimpered, shaking his head hard. “No, please—““No? Why not?”“You fuck me the best,” Jin whispered, looking up at Namjoon. He could feel Namjoon’s fingers disappear, replaced by the bare, slick tip of his cock. “You fuck me so good, you always have, please! Namjoon, please fuck me.”“You beg so pretty.” Namjoon braced Jin’s legs over his shoulders before sliding home, a sharp cry slipping from both their mouths.“Fuck—“ Namjoon hissed. “You’re tight.”“I’ve not touched myself,” Jin promised. “Only enough so it wouldn’t hurt.”“Jin-hyung—“ Namjoon huffed, sliding his palm over Jin’s shaking thigh. “Gonna fuck you wide open.” He dragged his cock out before slamming back in. Jin screamed. His back arched, cheeks mottling a bright red.“Oh, you are desperate. You’re gonna scream for me tonight, aren’t you?”Jin whimpered, biting his bottom lip. Namjoon slammed in again, smirking when it forced another shout from Jin.“We’re the only ones here tonight. Come on, let it out, scream for my cock.”Jin obeyed the command, his shouts echoing off the walls of the artist’s lounge each time Namjoon slammed the length of his cock into him. The couch groaned dangerously but the men paid it no mind. Jin’s short nails raked divots over Namjoon’s ass, his throat raw from shouting within minutes.Namjoon bared his teeth, his hair falling over his forehead as he fucked into Jin. Soft grunts punctuated his thrusts, his fingers digging into the firm muscle of Jin’s thighs, still slung over his shoulders. The door of the lounge creaked suddenly, stilling the two. Namjoon’s head whipped back, a smirk causing one sly dimple to appear. He looked back to Jin. “We have company,” he mouthed. Jin grinned, his heart pounding in his ears.“Jungkook, get your ass in here,” he shouted.The door creaked again, and Jungkook shuffled in. His hands were in front of his crotch, trying and failing to hide the massive bulge of his erection. His entire face was a brilliant red as he stared at the floor.“Like what you were seeing, you little peeping Tom?” Namjoon teased, still buried inside Jin.“I didn’t mean to. I swear, I was coming to see if you wanted help and I heard Jin-hyung scream and I—““And you wanted to beat it to me getting my ass fucked,” Jin said simply.“I’m sorry,” Jungkook whispered.“Show us your cock. You got to see ours.”Jungkook’s eyebrows shot up. He slowly pushed his sweats and boxers down, allowing his thick cock to fall free. Namjoon laughed.“Oh, Jin-hyung likes that. His ass just clenched around my dick. Do you like watching our him get fucked?”“Yes—“ Jungkook breathed, his eyes flitting from Jin’s hard cock to his flushed face, to Namjoon’s ass.“Come watch.” Namjoon reached out and grabbed Jungkook’s wrist. He pulled him closer, allowing Jungkook to watch his cock slide out of Jin before driving it back in. Jin cried out obediently, his cock twitching and dribbling precome onto his stomach.“Oh that’s it, put on a good show for him.” Namjoon drove in again before grabbing Jin’s hair. He shoved him down onto his back and arranged him so he was lying on the couch. He climbed between his legs and slid back in, groaning.“Make him choke on your cock, Jungkook. He won’t mind.”Jungkook’s eyes widened. He looked down at Jin, who smirked and opened his mouth, wetting his lips. “Please?”“Jesus—“ Jungkook stepped toward Jin, glancing over at Namjoon as if he feared reprimand. Jin reached out and stroked his cock gently.“You’re huge,” he groaned. He leaned over, running his tongue over the tip to gather the precome there.Jungkook gasped, stroking his fingers through Jin’s hair. He looked over at Namjoon, still in shock. Namjoon smirked.“It’s okay, we’re okay with this if you are, Jungkook.”Jungkook wet his lips. He looked down at Jin and gripped the base of his cock, brushing it over Jin’s lips before pushing in.Jin moaned contentedly, his eyes rolling back. He began to bob his head, whimpering around Jungkook’s cock as Namjoon began to thrust again.“Does that feel good, Jungkook?” Namjoon panted. Jungkook nodded. His eyes were screwed shut, wet lips parted. His fingers were buried in Jin’s hair, hips twitching as Jin’s adam’s apple bobbed.“It’s good—“Jin huffed softly, pulling back to drag in a deep breath.“That make you hot, Jin-hyung?” Namjoon taunted, driving into Jin and earning a shout of pleasure. “Sucking Jungkook’s thick cock? It’s bigger than yours, isn’t it?”Jin nodded, pressing kisses over the leaking tip. “It’s good,” he whined.“Good?” Jungkook teased. He let his cock slide over Jin’s bottom lip before stepping back teasingly. Jin glared.“I’m just good?” Jungkook asked again. He stepped forward, slapping his cock against Jin’s cheek. “How about you try again?”“It’s amazing,” Jin mumbled. His cheeks began to flush red, quiet grunts slipping out each time Namjoon fucked into him despite his efforts to stifle them.“Better. Do you like this? Kinda slutty, sucking the maknae’s cock. Not much a tough guy now, huh?”“JK!” Jin pleaded, chasing Jungkook’s cock with his mouth. Jungkook and Namjoon both laughed at Jin’s desperation.“Take a look at this, Jungkook. How hot this is making him.” Namjoon ran a finger through the puddle of precome on Jin’s exposed belly.“Ah...” Jungkook groaned, letting Jin finally wrap his lips around his cock.“He can take it, Jungkook. Make him take it.”Jungkook pushes Jin’s head forward, crying out when his tip struck the back of Jin’s throat. Jin gagged, but continued to bob his head, sucking gently and swirling his tongue over the shaft.“That’s it. Choke on Jungkook’s cock. That taste good?” Namjoon teased. Jin’s cock twitched again, his eyes slipping shut. Namjoon pulled out and held the lube out to Jungkook.“Want to fuck him?”“F— Me?”“Who else is here?” Namjoon joked. “You can fuck him. Just pull out before you come. I’m the only one allowed to come inside Jin-hyung.”Jungkook stepped back, giving his cock a gentle stroke. Jin wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “I’m okay with it,” he promised.Jungkook kicked his sweats and boxers the rest of the way off, taking Namjoon’s place between Jin’s thighs.“Have you ever...”“Not a guy,” Jungkook admitted. “I mean, not topped.”“Well, good you’re learning with your me then,” Namjoon joked. He poured the lube over his hand and settled behind Jungkook, reaching around to slick his cock. “No much different than fucking a girl.”“I know,” Jungkook said softly, brushing his thumb lightly over Jin’s lubed, red hole.“Don’t be so nervous,” Namjoon whispered, lining Jungkook up. “Fuck him, Jungkook. Make him your little bitch.”Jungkook moaned softly at Namjoon’s gruff tone. He pushed forward, working his cock into Jin.Jin shouted immediately, grabbing the back and side of the couch. “Yes!”“Oh, that’s it, push it in,” Namjoon encouraged when Jungkook hesitated. He helped push his hips forward, pressing gentle kisses along Jungkook’s neck. “Good boy,” he praised softly. “You’re our Golden Boy... It took me two weeks of fucking Jin-hyung to get him to come on my cock. I bet you can do it your first try.”Jungkook grinned proudly back at Namjoon, who nodded.“Fuck him, Jungkook. Make him come for you.”Jungkook pulled back and slammed in, gasping when Jin clenched around him and shouted.Namjoon circled around, pressing gentle kisses to Jin’s face. “Dream come true, eh? Our maknae’s cock fucking you open. Bet this is heaven for you. Scream for him, Jin-hyung.”Jin obeyed without thought when Jungkook drive in again, sliding directly against his sensitive prostate. His hips jerked, his cock dribbling precome.“There you go, fuck him just like that,” Namjoon coached. Jungkook continued to slam into him at that angle, holding tight to Jin’s hips as he writhed on the couch, screaming until his voice cracked. His cock throbbed and twitched, his hands tight fists by his sides as he struggled to refrain from touching himself.“Do you like that?” Jungkook growled. “Big tough guy, I have to show you respect, huh? How’s respect when you’re screaming for my cock?”Jin’s eyes fluttered shut. His entire body went tense and an unintelligible shout ripped from his throat. Namjoon shoved the hoodie up on his stomach just in time as his orgasm hit, his cock throbbing as it spilled come onto his quivering stomach.“Oh fuck—“ Jungkook pulled out quickly, stroking his cock hard and fast. He cried out sharply as he came as well, hot ropes landing over Jin’s thighs and cock.Namjoon scrambled down, taking his place quickly and pushing his cock into Jin’s fluttering hole. He fucked into him hard and fast, moaning Jin’s name softly. Just as Jin’s body began to relax from his orgasm, Namjoon’s hit. He stilled, his hips pressed tight against Jin’s as he filled him with a soft series of grunts.Namjoon pulled out gently and slumped back on the couch. Jungkook flopped next to him, the three panting in unison as they came down from their endorphin highs.Jin sat up slowly, groaning softly. “I’m sore,” he complained.“You asked for it,” Namjoon joked, wiping sweat from his forehead.Jin wet his lips. he stripped out of his hoodie and rose, stretching until his back popped. He wandered behind the couch and retrieved a pair of his own sweats before heading to the small fridge in the corner. “Drinks?” He called.“Please,” Jungkook said. Namjoon looked over at him, offering what he hoped was a friendly smile.“So...”“That happened,” Jungkook said, rubbing the back of his neck. He took the water bottle from Jin before rising and tugging his boxers on. Namjoon followed suit, pulling on his boxers but leaving his jeans off.“We should talk,” Namjoon said when he settled back on the couch between Jin and Jungkook.“Are you okay with what happened?” Jin asked.“Yeah, of course. I wouldn’t have let it happen if I wasn’t.”“You didn’t know that I... You assumed Namjoon bottomed for me most of the time, didn’t you?”Jungkook nodded. “You’ve never mentioned it to the group so we all just sort of assumed...”“We let you guys assume. We’re not lying on purpose, but even as close as we are, there are some things that are our business. Plus, when we first started dating, we were worried about how you guys would see Jin-hyung if you knew he preferred bottoming. Now that’s less of an issue, but...”“But it’s your bedroom life,” Jungkook agreed. “I won’t say anything.”“About us being together either, please. I’m not ashamed,” Jin said, “but when we let other members join us it’s a personal thing.”“Others have joined you?”“Not quite so intimately, but yes,” Namjoon said.“Who?”“Jimin, he was with us when we exchanged blowjobs one night,” Jin said.“And Hoseok,” Namjoon said. “I let him fuck me while Jin-hyung watched.”Jungkook nodded, sipping the water. “Can we do it again sometime?”“Of course. But you don’t have to sneak around,” Jin joked. Jungkook smiled sheepishly.“I really was just coming by to say hi.”“We believe you, don’t worry. We aren’t mad. It was fun,” Namjoon said. Jin nodded in agreement. “I’m gonna go finish up the last thing I was working on and then head home. Do you guys wanna hang around until I’m finished?”“I’m taking a nap,” Jin said. He bundled up his hoodie and stretched out on the couch again, curling up as well as he could. Jungkook laughed.“Room for one more?”“Always for you, JK.” Jin shifted over, letting Jungkook curl up against him when Namjoon stood.“I’ll hurry.”“We’ll be here.” Jin shifted so Namjoon could press a gentle kiss to his mouth. “I love you.”“Love you too, Namjoon. Don’t be too long.”“I promise.” Namjoon tousled Jungkook’s hair before redressing completely and heading back out to finish up the work he was doing, leaving Jin and Jungkook to nap on the couch.