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Kim Namjoon has been the assistant marketing director for Calvin Kline for the last 5 years. He’s young but he’s a bright star in the industry so CK snatched him up quickly. It’s been a whirlwind but he’s always been very professional. He’s seen so many models and celebrities in their underwear he’s damn near numb to it at this point but this campaign has been a struggle and as he hovers over the conference room table, hands planted among the scattered shots of KPop artist Jeon Jungkook he’s definitely not having professional thoughts. The frustrated exhale that leaves his lips scatters the photos even more.“Mr. Kim…” Leo, his assistant, calls out from the doorway completely unaware but the way his heart is hammering in his ears makes him feel as if he’s been caught doing something he shouldn’t.“Hey, thanks.” He moves quickly to grab the file from her before returning his attention to the matter at hand. Which shots do they send for publishing now and which for the next release. “When is the next shoot for JK? Tuesday?”“Yes, 3pm I believe.” He’s not looking at them but he can feel the /tone/ in their response.“Can you make sure it’s on my calendar? I need to talk to his agent about the release schedule.” He knows he doesn’t need to be there but…“I can get him on the phone if you want to avoid the trip?” It’s like Leo knows and Joon hates it.“Nah, I need the face time with Jimin. Make sure that relationship with JK’s Manager is solid.” He clears his throat and begins flipping through the file, sorting call sheets and proofs into piles but not really paying attention to what he’s doing. He’s known Jimin his entire life. They grew up together but as far as he knows, only he and Jimin know that. He doesn’t see any reason not to keep it that way.This rocker chic Ramones feel they were going for was really working with JK’s whole vibe. The sleeve, the jewelry, the updated 70’s punk rock hair. Joon couldn’t shake the fascination he had with this enigmatic man.Running a perfectly manicured hand through his silver dyed hair, he stepped away from the table to fold his arms across his broad chest. Namjoon was one of the most eligible bachelors in Seoul, though he spent most of his time in NYC. When he walked into a room, every head turned and he still wasn’t used to it. Leo was always telling him he needed to use it to his advantage to play the field but that was more Leo’s world. Joon was too strait-laced for that. The thoughts running through his head right now were anything but straight.When he turned, Leo had an amused smirk on his face. To their credit, they immediately hid it behind a very unrealistic cough. Embarrassment crept up Namjoon’s neck.“I’ll be in my office. Can you get this together please?” He waved generically at the table as he rushed out of the conference room. “Jungkook-ahhhh” Jimin crooned into Jungkook’s ear through the phone.Jungkook grumbled in response. What time was it anyway? It feels like he just fell asleep.“Kookie wake up! We have to leave in a couple hours or we’ll miss the flight and you won’t get to see Kim Namjoooooooooooon” Jimin couldn’t hold back the giggle. JK’s crush on the executive was so obvious. Every time Jimin mentioned a call or an email from the man JK’s grin lit up half of Seoul.“I’M UP…I’m up!” JK groaned as he stretched like a sleepy cat. “I hardly know him hyung, stop being such a pain.” he groused as he slowly eased into a seated position.“Uh huh, and the way your eyes go all round and glittery when he’s around is totally normal. Please Koo. You’re not fooling anyone but yourself. Now get packed and I’ll be over in an hour to help you finish up because you won’t be ready…as usual.” His long-time manager and best friend knew him better than anyone but he was so excited about this trip that he’d packed everything but his daily essentials days ago. Maybe he’d keep that to himself.“Alright I’ll be here.” JK tossed his phone onto the bed as he made his way to the bathroom.A nice hot shower always made him feel relaxed and ready before he flew. His eyes roamed over his body in the mirror as the water warmed up. He was ready, he looked good, sexy if he was being honest. Thoughts of the last shoot crept into his sleep fogged mind. Namjoon’s ticking jaw as he watched JK dance and jump on a couch that was way too soft.... There was something in his eyes…hunger? Ah, he's dreaming again.Heat started to curl low in his core, he didn’t have time for this. He brushed his teeth a little too roughly as if trying to force away the warm desire in his chest. By the time he was in the shower, soapy fingers roaming his body, he couldn’t ignore it any longer.Letting his mind wander he let his shoulders drop back to the cold tile, hissing at the chill, as his grip slipped along his now hard length. He had no idea what Namjoon looked like under those clothes but he was so…wide. JK couldn’t help but feel small in his presence. He wanted to be pinned onto that couch, one big honey hued hand holding his wrists above his head as he came apart on what had to be a huge dick.Grunts echoing in the steamed enclosure he released hard before collapsing onto the teak bench, letting the spray wash everything away. He couldn’t get to NYC fast enough.Namjoon was a vision in a black tee and distressed leather jacket. His worn black jeans giving just the illusion of overwear. He’d dyed his hair black again just a couple days before and people were still noticing and complimenting him on the change. He felt /good/. He was chatting with the photographers and making sure the set was ready more to keep himself from staring at Jungkook who was being fussed over by Make Up Professionals. “Five minutes to mark!” The director called out, warning everyone of the time. Jungkook’s eyes went round as he turned and caught Namjoon staring back at him. Time seemed to slow as his smile grew into something warm and inviting. Joon couldn’t stop himself from smiling back as his head dipped in greeting. Was that a blush on Jungkook’s cheeks?His feet were moving before he could think better of it. The staff scattered as soon as he stopped in front of JK. He was even more breathtaking than Namjoon remembered. Dark eyeliner smoked along his eyelids enhancing the shape of his dark eyes. It took a second for Namjoon to think of something to say.“Jungkook. Thank you for making the trip, I’m…we’re very excited to have you again.” Namjoon’s Korean was perfect, JK immediately relaxed. His English was getting better but it was especially hard to recall when he was nervous and Kim Namjoon staring down at him definitely made him nervous.“Namjoon-ssi, it’s good to see you. I didn’t know you would be here for the shoot, I’m honored.” JK slid his hands into his back pockets, the hem of his crop top rising to expose more of his toned abs. Joon fought to keep his eyes up but failed. That slight falter was all the encouragement JK needed. Heat flooded through his body. At the very least, Kim Namjoon was curious.“Aish, it’s no problem. It’s always good to be on hand for translation if nothing else but I wanted to catch up with Jimin-ah and make sure everything went smoothly for you. You’re very important to us.” Joon was always so serious so the dimpled smile on his face was a rare treat. Jungkook was lost, he knew it, and by the look on Jimin’s face from across the ramp in the parking garage – he knew it too and thought it was adorable. Gross. “Well, I won’t keep you. Enjoy the shoot, the director has been raving about how well the last one went…no pressure.”JK’s shy smile was aimed at the floor as he rocked on the balls of his feet. “I’ll do my best, Namjoon-ssi.”“Hyung. Please, call me hyung.” JK nodded as Joon backed away a couple steps, eyes still on Jungkook, before retreating to Jimin’s side.Cute. Namjoon allowed himself to reflect only that much before before immediately jumping into conversation with Jimin. Any distraction was a good one at this point. He needed to stay professional.It was definitely becoming more difficult.They started with some simple shots, nothing crazy, just to get warmed up. Jungkook was a natural and he knew exactly what they were looking for. From the word go it was like his whole personality changed. What was once an adorable bunny was now sexy and almost taunting. If Namjoon had been a wolf he might have growled.“Ok, this all looks great.” The photographer yelled to JK as he took a unnecessarily sexy drink from a water bottle. Joon shuffled nervously as he watched JK’s adams apple bob. Everything this man did exuded sex and it was making Namjoon insane.Jungkook let his eyes wander as Namjoon pulled off his jacket and rubbed at the back of his neck. Fuck. His biceps stretched the sleeves of his tshirt, even when he wasn’t flexing and Jungkook was /struggling/. The fabric pulled across Joon’s pecs as he stretched, oblivious to JK’s stare. Jimin was barely holding back a laugh at the look of complete awe on Jungkook’s face.“Um, sir, you might want to tone it down before we have to grab some smelling salts for JK.” Leo whisper shouted at his boss before dissolving into a fit of barely concealed laughter with Jimin.“Leo!” Joon warned before walking away from the two of them so they couldn’t see the pleased smile that he couldn’t hold back. Crossing his arms across his chest he stopped in front of Jungkook just as the makeup staff put the finishing touches on him for the video shoot.JK fiddled with his lip ring, awkwardly shifting his hands from front pockets to rear before opting to stuff them in his jacket pockets. “Are you pleased, hyung?” He peered up at Namjoon, the implication anything but benign.Namjoon’s breath caught for just a second, stopping himself from saying things he shouldn’t was only getting harder. He licked over his lips quickly as if resetting, “You look amazing JK, you always do.” Well, that was definitely right on the line… “The shots are going to come out great, don’t worry. Fighting!” Awkward. So damn awkward. JK’s huge grin made his stomach flip.“Thank you. I’ll continue to do my best. Keep watching me, it…keeps me motivated.” Joon’s eyes shot to JK’s. Oh, he was definitely flirting. Now it was Namjoon’s turn to blush. Smiling, he nodded his head as he walked away.The videographer called for quiet on the set as the music began. “Cars" by Gary Numan echoed around them as JK morphed into a vision from one of Namjoon’s wettest dreams. Sex personified, he moved, spun, and put every supermodel ever to shame. By the time they began shooting scenes with an old Plymouth, Namjoon was about at his breaking point.“Can I get you a drink, sir?” Leo asked from over his shoulder, startling Joon almost into a heart attack.“Ah, yes please.” He turned to Jimin who was giving him a knowing smirk, much to his annoyance. “Jimin-ah, did you want anything?”“Hmm, I want you to stop acting like a damn fool and give my client your number already, but an iced americano would do nicely as well.” Namjoon rolled his eyes before barking their order at Leo at little too loudly.Leo, to their credit, merely turned and quickly headed for the car before they lost themselves to another fit of giggles.“He’s our client, Jimin. It’s unprofessional.” Joon grumbled as Jimin sidled up to him, his opinion on the matter all over his gorgeous face.“Kim Namjoon, the only person who would be bothered by it is you. The tension between the two if you is crazy, stop being so stubborn.”“Point made, now drop it please.” He hissed.“So dramatic…” Jimin huffed before walking away to check on JK.By the time the shoot was ending Namjoon was struggling to keep from leaving just to get some relief. He hid his semi-hard cock behind the stacked up gear boxes, arms folded on top as he watched arguably the hottest man he’d ever seen lay himself out over the hood of a car. What he wouldn’t give to have him pinned beneath him there.“CUT!” The director yelled cutting off Joon’s daydreams about Jungkook’s writhing naked body.Jungkook jogged over, hopeful grin on his face, as a mortified Namjoon tried to find a position that wasn’t too damn obvious. “Did you like it, hyung?” God he was so eager to please and Joon could think of a million ways he could be pleased right about now. His voice came out a little strained when he spoke.“You were perfect Jungkook-ah. Absolute perfection, as always.” JK smiled as he scrubbed at the back of his neck. His denim jacket pulling open to expose his insane bare chest and that fucking scarf around his neck that Joon wanted to grab and…“Namjoonie hyung, do you think maybe we could get drinks or something while I’m in town? I can’t really go out without it causing a crowd but you could come to my suite and –““Sure, what time?” The words were out of his mouth before he could grab them back but the way Jungkook looked up at him through his bangs was Joon’s undoing. There was no resisting him.“Seven ok with you?” JK asked as he tapped away at his phone before handing it over to Namjoon. His brain was officially out of order. He just stared at the phone screen like he had no idea what was happening. “For your contact info, hyung. So I can send you the hotel information.” JK’s eyes curved into perfect crescents as he laughed softly.“Oh! Right. Yes, seven is perfect. I’ll be there.” He tapped his number into the phone and handed it back only to have JK snap a quick picture. “Aish, you could warn a guy first!” he grumbled as JK skipped away from him.“It’s very handsome, hyung. Don’t worry!” Oh, Namjoon was worried. He should back out but he knew damn well he wouldn’t.Seven o’clock came way too quickly and Namjoon was still on the fence about whether or not he should cancel right up to the moment he knocked on JK’s suite door. When the door opened, a noticeably more laid back Jungkook answered. Barefaced, he smiled, somehow even more beautiful than before. His wavy hair still damp from the shower was tied back, soft tendrils escaping around his temples. The gorgeous body that was on display earlier hidden by a oversized white t-shirt and black lounge pants that looked so big he wasn’t sure how they were staying up.Namjoon felt incredibly overdressed in his black button up and dark washed jeans, at least he hadn’t tucked his shirt in. He rolled the sleeves to his forearms as Jungkook waved him inside.“Can I get you a beer, hyung? They’ve stocked several types for me…” Jungkook rattled off several brands as Namjoon settled himself on one of the couches. The other across the room was covered in several piles of meticulously folded clothes. He’d learned that Jungkook had an affinity for laundry from the videos he’d seen online and the comments his fans made. He maybe had done some snooping, but no one had to know that but him.Jungkook walked back into the room, a beer in each hand, looking like something he wanted to come home to every damn night. The tension in the air crackled like a livewire. Joon’s jaw ticked closed in an effort to reign himself in but there was no point. Clearly, Jungkook wasn’t interested in playing games. He lowered himself to the couch slowly, legs folding mid-air, his arms planted to control the drop. Joon smirked, an eyebrow cocked in interest. Jungkook tried to look innocent as he settled in, his back to the arm of the couch so he could keep his eyes on his guest.“Did you ever model, hyung? You really are…” Jungkook blew out a breath as if overwhelmed as he gestured at his chest, flexing comically.“Oh god, no. Hah. I could never do what you do. You make it look so easy.” There was definitely a blush on JK’s cheeks this time, a little encouragement to continue as far as Namjoon was concerned. “I saw the rough cut for the video just before I came over. It was…” He bit at his lip to stop himself but fuck it. “Damn. Just…you were…” Spit it out Namjoon. “Yeah.” His eyes caught JK’s just before he cocked his head to the side bashfully as if he didn’t know the hold he had on NJ. He continued to hide his face while he picked at the hem of his pant leg where it was folded up into his lap.“Yeah?” His voice was small, the question was much bigger.“Mmhm.” A dimpled smile warmed Namjoon’s cheeks. “Would you like to see it? It’s somewhere on my phone…” he scrolled and tapped before he found the file. Jungkook slid down the couch, his knees pressing into Namjoon’s hip and thigh. When he leaned in, only an inch or so from Namjoon’s shoulder, the smell of his shampoo had NJ aching to bury his nose in those dark waves.As the video played Joon couldn’t help but watch Jungkook’s animated expressions. He went from bopping his head to the music to perfectly still - the pink tip of his tongue swiping back and forth over the very center of his top lip. When he tilted his head back a bit to look at Namjoon, a whisper apart, whatever JK was going to say died in his throat.“Jungkook-ah…” a whisper.“Kiss me hyung…” his lips parted in invitation and any shred of restraint Namjoon had left flew out the window as he palmed Jungkook’s cheeks and drew him in. His tongue slid between parted lips, a soft growl held back for hours rumbled out of Namjoon’s chest and Jungkook whined. He fucking whined.Before he could overthink about what a bad idea this was yet again, Namjoon had a lapful of the insanely sexy man that had driven him crazy for months. JKs knees pressed against Namjoon's hips as if holding him captive. A very willing captive. His hands hovered above Jungkook’s slim hips even as Jungkook caged him into the back of the couch. They stared at each other, shocked on some level to be in this position.Pressing their foreheads together, Namjoon sighed. “Are you sure you’re ok with this Jungkook-ah? I don’t want you feeling taken advantage of…I…”“Hyung stop. I want this.” His fingers cradled the back of Jungkook’s head as their lips met again, angling it just right so he could have more. God, he needed more. Just as he was about to pull away Jungkook rolled his hips to rub his barely covered hardness along Joon’s. The jolt of pleasure shot through both of them like electricity.JK’s head dropped back to let Namjoon explore the column of his neck with soft lips. Large hands slipped under the oversized t-shirt hem searching, skimming along every ridge and valley of Jungkook's glorious abs. NJ leaned back along the cushions to gaze at the work of art that was Jungkook’s chest as the star turned model pulled off his shirt like he was filming a sex scene. How was he real?“My god, Kook-ah, you’re so beautiful.” whispered reverence as he touched over the expanse of skin before him. A finger brushed across JK’s taut nipple and he immediately arched into the touch. “Sensitive huh, bun?”Jungkook nodded as he reached to unbutton NJ’s shirt. Joon slipped it off his shoulders, shy under Jungkook's gaze. He wasn’t chiseled, but he was powerful and it showed. JK immediately leaned in to nip at the roundness of his chest as his hands stroked along the little bit of softness around his middle.Namjoon yelped at the pinch of JK’s teeth before spinning them to lay him back along the length of the couch. This was what he’d wanted. What he’d envisioned. JK’s eyes, half lidded, beneath him. His inked fingers slipping into NJ’s hair as they explored each other’s mouths. Joon's tongue retreated just to allow him to pull at JKs lower lip. The hum that came from the younger was prettier than any melody he'd ever heard.“Tell me if you want me to stop, yeah?” NJ held his gaze to be sure JK understood he would in fact listen. He nodded before pulling NJ in again. Honey tanned fingers toyed gently with JK’s chest below him as the younger writhed and moaned against his lips. “Mmmm, you sound so pretty baby. Can you handle more?”The lift of NJ’s brow almost sent JK over the edge. Wrapping his legs around NJ’s hips, JK’s grin took on an impish lean as he sassed back at his hyung. “Do your worst.”NJ chuckled to himself as he kissed down JK’s neck, mouthing lazily along his skin leaving wet trails to cool in his wake. When he reached the sensitive pinched peaks of his chest he flicked at them with his tongue before sucking them into his hot mouth, first one…then the other. Jungkook’s fingers tugged at NJ’s dark hair, wordlessly begging for more. NJ was all too happy to oblige. With gentle pressure he tugged the nipple between his teeth, the soft flick of his tongue at work behind them. Jungkook cried out, tightening his grip around NJ’s hips.“Joon-ah…fuck…”“Talk to me, baby.” Another slightly harder nip.“FUCK! Please hyung!”NJ sucked the aching bud into his mouth in apology before trailing his kisses lower, licking into the valleys of JKs abdomen along the way.“Oh god…” every word from JKs mouth stoked the fire in NJ’s gut. That sweet voice begging for NJ’s naughtiest desires was almost as good as them coming true. He tongued over the soft hairs beneath his shallow navel as he curled his fingers over the waistband of Jungkook’s pants and boxer briefs.“Can I get rid of these?” NJ carefully checked for JK’s gaze waiting for an answer. JK’s hips lifted away from the couch but NJ needed his words. “Need to hear you, bun.”“Yes, hyung-ah. As long as you strip too.” The cheek in his tone was obvious, especially with that grin on his face. Brat. He nipped at JK's hip before standing to rid himself of his own pants and underthings. There was no room for shame when his blood was pumping this hard. His cock bobbed as JK’s eyes went round.NJ cocked his head to the side, folding his arms across his chest as he waited. As if waking from a dream, JK jerked into motion, kicking his pants aside, his own hardness leaving a little pool of desire on his belly.A long low whistle left Namjoon as he slipped back between Jungkook’s long legs, nosing along the insides of his thighs. JK hitched a leg onto the back of the couch, the other dangling over the front of the couch, giving his lover a clear view of the silver plug in his furled hole. Minx. He shot a look at Jungkook. All shyness was long gone, there was nothing left but fire.Between lingering kisses and sucks of JKs skin, NJ let his fingers skim over the hard length of JKs cock. Each time pulling a huff from JK, a gentle pleading for more. Mouthing over his warm sack, Namjoon made his way to tonguing up the underside of his hardness, collecting every trace of precome as it had dribbled down.JK’s fingers tangled once again in Joon's dark hair as his hot, wet mouth closed around the tip, a gentle hum of pleasure at the moan that poured forth from Jungkook. NJ popped off to brush his full tips across the sensitive swollen head, laving over it with his tongue a few times before stopping to get JK’s attention.“Oh god, don’t stop…” he begged as NJ smiled up at him, crooked and smirking.“I’ll get you there baby, don’t worry. Looks like you’ve been ready for a while.” He stroked along Jungkook’s cock, wet with need and Joon's eager mouth. Jungkook fought to keep his hips still, trying not to let himself go completely. Not yet. His filter, however, was long gone – much to NJ’s delight.“Wanna feel you tomorrow and the day after. Wanted you for so long…” Wicked. He was delicious and wicked and NJ was not going to survive this with his pride intact. Fuck.“Jesus Jungkook, you’re going to kill me.”A flush crawled down Jungkook’s neck and chest as he stared into those dark dragon eyes - somehow even hotter from this angle. “I want you to fuck me into this couch and have since the moment I first saw you this morning in that filthy parking garage.”Goosebumps broke out over his flaming skin as NJ’s lips grazed the underside of his cock. “Ah…ah…hyung! Please, your mouth…” JK’s hips kicked up, begging for more. NJ’s thumbs rubbed small circles into the crease of JKs hips as he licked a wet stripe up to the tip of his length, licking lazily to gather every drop. “Oh god…”A moan roared out of Namjoon as he swallowed Jungkook down. His nose buried into JK’s pelvis over and over as he let his throat contract around the head, daring him not to come. Losing all control, Jungkook’s hips stuttered as he released down NJ’s throat with a shout.Mortified at how quickly he’d come, he covered his face as he panted, NJ’s tongue soothing him down as he gently licked along his length and kissed into his hips. “So beautiful when you come for me JK-ah…” he mouthed the words against his ribs on his way back up JK’s body to claim his lips.Namjoon’s thick length pressed into JK’s thigh as they kissed lazily. When the younger returned to his senses he reached between them to stroke gently at it, drawing a low grunt from the hulking man pinning him to the couch.When NJ pulled away to catch his breath, JK mouthed along his collarbone, drawing an appreciative hum from the older.“Take me to bed, hyung. I’m so not done with you.” JK’s smile was soft, wanting, as NJ pecked at his lips once more.“Gladly.” He whispered before hauling Jungkook into his arms, tossing his lithe body over his shoulder. His torso hanging down Joon's back, JK had a perfect view of his ass. With a giggle he swiped at it with his open palm, the slap ringing out around the room. Joon shouted nearly dropping Jungkook as he stumbled.“Brat…” NJ couldn’t stop the grin from spreading across his lips though as Jungkook whined and rubbed apologetically at the welt rising on his hyungs cheek.Joon set JK onto his feet next to the bed, their lips crashing together into a messy kiss growing hungrier by the second. Jungkook was the first to step away, motioning for Joon to lay back on the bed as he caught his breath. Joon settled himself against the mountain of pillows as JK pulled out some lube and the necessary protection before straddling those thick thighs.“Fuck, Joon-ah….” He moaned as the elder sat up to nibble at his skin.“Hmmm, tell hyung what you want bun…” the words a low rumble against his skin.Jungkook popped open the cap of the lube bottle as he pushed Joon down into the bed.“Wanna ride you…feel you deep inside.” Jungkook moaned as he watched the muscles in Joon’s abdomen ripple with every stroke of his cock.“Fuck, Jungkook-ah…” his hips jerked as he spoke, so eager to feel JK squeezing him tight.Jungkook sheathed Namjoon’s length in a condom before adjusting to remove his plug. Namjoon bit into his lip, his whole body going rigid as JK stroked the tip along his rim, a playful smirk on his lips.“God, you’re so…” his words cut off with a hiss as the tip of his cock pushed slowly into the tight hold of Jungkook's body. Holding for a moment, JK’s hands reached out for Joon’s as he steadied himself, adjusting to the size.“So big, hyungie…you stretch me so well…” Slowly he eased himself down until he bottomed out, head dropping back in whimpered bliss as Namjoon panted beneath him, patiently waiting for JK to move.When he was ready, he tucked his toes under NJ’s knees for leverage before slipping his fingers into his own hair, body on full breathtaking display for Joon who’s hands were immediately all over the expanse of skin. As his body rose and fell achingly slow, Namjoon’s grunts became more desperate.“Tell me you want me to make you come, hyung. Don’t be shy…” The wicked grin was back, and NJ was at his wits end.“Fuck, please baby…” his hips jerked just a bit as a moan tumbled the words from his lips.“But I like riding you slow like this…you’re so fucking hot when you’re desperate.” Jungkook bit hard into his lip as he dropped hard leaving them both gasping before resuming a slow roll of his hips, Joon's hardness rubbing just right along his walls.“Jeeeesus you feel so good…” the words came out in a rush as Namjoon grabbed Jungkook’s hips just as he'd lifted almost to the tip. He grunted as he thrust up into that sweet hole, the tight heat pushing him closer to the edge. JK’s hands came down hard on Namjoon’s chest as he cried out.“Don’t stop hyung, don’t stop!” JK trembled as Joon’s tip bumped against the spongy bundle of nerves inside again and again.“I thought…you wanted…to ride…” Joon punched the words out punctuating his thrusts as Jungkook begged.“Harder, hyung, please…” The words were barely past Jungkook’s lips when Joon growled low, rolling them both until JK was once again pinned beneath him. JK’s arms slid up above his head, wrists crossed, an invitation.Namjoon’s fingers closed around them, holding JK tight to the bed as he pounded into him over and over, relishing every squeeze, every moan. Riding that edge together until Jungkook’s whines took on another tone. He was close. Wrapping his fist around Jungkook’s reawakened length, he jerked hard and fast until once again JK was spilling forth, this time in NJ’s hands.“Oh god, Joon-ah…come for me…” JK went limp as he came down from a second high, Namjoon planted his hands on either side of Jungkook’s head, hitching the younger’s legs over his shoulders to get deeper still and chased his own release.Only a few more thrusts had him coming with a shout as Jungkook told him how sexy he was, how good. Namjoon collapsed to the side, rolling an exhausted Jungkook back onto his chest.Big round eyes regarded him from atop his pecs as Jungkook nestled his cheek into the tops of his hands. Joon couldn’t hold back the smile as he wiped the sweat from his brow.“That was…”“God, yeah…”They both laughed, warm and sated. For now.