Chapter 6

"Can we talk?" Namjoon lowers his hand from Jungkook's cheek and lets it slide down his arm, finally clasping their hands together. Jungkook nods as he squeezes his hand and leads them to his room for some privacy.

They walk into Jungkook's dimly lit room. Only a bed, a chest of drawers, and a desk fill the space. He has Marvel posters on the left side of the wall, above his desk. His bed is against the right wall, a nightstand against it where a lamp sits on top, emitting a warm glow.

They sit on his bed, facing each other, and for the first time since everything happened, Namjoon wants to open up and tell Jungkook everything. His past with his ex, his feelings for Jungkook, his insecurities...

Namjoon swallows hard and takes a deep breath because, as much as he wants this, it's still scary as hell.

"First of all, I'm sorry about everything—about the party, pushing you away, and I'm sorry about questioning you about your new girlfriend and I—" he spits out in one breath. Jungkook lets out a surprised laugh. Namjoon stops his rant, wide-eyed and dumbfounded, and scrunches his face in confusion. "What's so funny?"

"Hyung," he says, trying to stifle his giggling. "She's my project partner for a photography class," his laughter bubbles out of him, breaking the tension in the room. His eyes are sparkling with mirth, and Namjoon just stares. He stares because Jungkook looks the most beautiful when he laughs, so free of worries. "We're working on a project together. She's not my girlfriend."

"Oh."

"Yea, she stopped by last minute to drop off her photos."

Oh.

Namjoon's face warms up with embarrassment. He feels like such an idiot.

Oh my God, he feels so stupid.

"Were you jealous?" Jungkook teases as he draws his knees to hug them to his chest. He's grinning as the tips of his ears turn red. His grin broadens at Namjoon's widening eyes, telling him all he needs to know.

Namjoon balks, face warming up at being called out. "No!"

And Jungkook giggles because he's missed Namjoon so much. His nose scrunches up, his front teeth on display. "Okay, hyung," he says doubtfully.

"...Okay, maybe just a little," Namjoon finally admits sheepishly. He wants to be honest with Jungkook and honest with himself.

He's tired of running from his feelings and wants to feel love again. Even if it might hurt. Even if it might not work out. Even if it's scary.

Namjoon owes it to Jungkook to try. He owes it to himself. He wants to let that seed in his heart bloom into something beautiful. Something warm and safe, and he can't do that if he keeps hiding and denying it.

Namjoon's heart can't help but swell in his chest, butterflies dancing in his stomach. "I-I have some explaining to do, huh."

"Hyung, just...just tell me," Jungkook's voice shakes.

He can see the nerves rattling through Jungkook's body, and he feels guilty for putting him through all this. Jungkook's lips tremble, and he covers his hands with his sleeves, making cute little sweater paws. He curls up into a ball, clutching his knees to try to get them to stop shaking.

Namjoon feels that the space between them is far too wide, so he moves closer to him on the bed, reaching to take Jungkook's shaky hands in his.

"I've been an idiot," he starts, and Jungkook snorts. Namjoon narrows his eyes, attempting to look threatening, and Jungkook grins. "Brat," Namjoon quips and then flicks Jungkook's arm lightly. He sighs and starts again as he rubs nervously on Jungkook's hands with his thumbs.

He can do this. He'll have to open up to him if he wants to move forward, Namjoon reminds himself. He clears his throat and begins.

"When I was in high school, I had a boyfriend. He was my first everything," Namjoon starts with a shaky breath. "But more than that, he was someone I grew up with, my best friend." He peers up at Jungkook's doe eyes and sees how he's hanging off his every word, willing to hear him out, so Namjoon continues.

He tells him everything. About how much they loved each other, the betrayal, and how he thought it was his fault for overworking himself, neglecting Jihoon and their relationship. The guilt he harbors for feeling like he wasn't the best boyfriend, for being the cause of losing his person – his best friend.

How he doesn't feel good enough to be with Jungkook, someone so kind and bright, afraid that he'll repeat the same mistakes and dim that light in Jungkook. How that fear of losing him keeps him from experiencing what he wants most. However, now he wants more; he wants to try to put his doubts aside and make it work.

Namjoon wants it so badly.

Once he's done, he feels exhausted. But there's a weight lifted off his shoulders. Jungkook now holds Namjoon's hands, trying to bring some comfort to his friend. They sit cross-legged now, all their attention on the other, afraid to miss even the slightest movement of their lips, the slightest word.

"Hyung, do y-you want to try? With me?" Jungkook asks with hopeful eyes.

Namjoon nods, heart in his throat, because, despite wanting to try, he's still so afraid. "Yes," he exhales, "I really do. I want to make it work with you. I want to be with you."

Jungkook beams. A million stars fill his brown eyes once again. Namjoon thinks it might be the happiest he's ever seen Jungkook.

But then his smile falters. "Hyung, what happened with your ex wasn't your fault. You know that, right? No one deserves that." Jungkook tries to reassure him. His comforting words plant themselves in Namjoon's heart, trying to make a home there so he can one day believe them. "You're one of the best people I know. You're smart, caring... It might not seem like it, but you've helped me so much."

Jungkook stares at him like all the answers to the universe lie within Namjoon, and Namjoon can't believe how lucky he is to know someone as remarkable as Jungkook. He hasn't been cared for like this in so long, and it feels really good.

"You've helped me get out of my own head. Helped me feel comfortable enough with myself to be able to talk to other people." Jungkook laughs and looks down, remembering how shy he used to be his freshman year, unable to start simple conversations with others. "You deserve everything good in life. I know you don't think so, but you deserve me, okay?" he ends softly, letting tenderness seep into his voice.

Namjoon smiles. He wants to believe that. He hopes that with time, the nagging voices in his head telling him he's not worthy will start to die down with every comforting word Jungkook voices to him.

Namjoon trusts Jungkook with everything. He knows it won't be easy to completely get rid of the thoughts, but being with Jungkook quiets them down a little.

He feels his heart swell in his chest, happy that he chose to be open, and it spurs him on to tell Jungkook more about how he feels. He leans in to get closer to him, wanting to feel the warmth of Jungkook's body again after being deprived for what seemed like an eternity.

"Thank you, Kookie," he says softly, eyes boring into Jungkook's. He sees Jungkook's cheeks redden, the nickname and the close proximity of their faces making him flush.

Namjoon cups his face with both hands, running his thumbs along his cheekbones. He wants Jungkook to look at him for this, to make sure he hears what he's about to say. "You're the best thing that's happened to me, you know."

He wants Jungkook to hear the words of the feelings that have been consuming him for a long time. That it's not spontaneous just because he thought Jungkook had moved on, whereas it's something he's felt since he laid eyes on the shy, doe-eyed boy. Something that grew from a simple crush to—

"I love you," Namjoon exhales shakily, and Jungkook gasps. Even though his voice is unsteady, he's determined to tell Jungkook how he feels. "I'm so in love with you. And I have been for so long." Jungkook's eyes go comically wide as his mind catches up with his ears, slowly realizing what Namjoon just confessed.

Namjoon laughs softly as the younger's face morphs into shock. His eyes dart between Jungkook's shocked expression and his eyes, trying to gauge what Jungkook is feeling.

He smiles with relief when he sees stars dancing in Jungkook's eyes, knowing everything will turn out fine. He swears he could fly away like a balloon, but instead of air, he's filled with so much bliss and about to pop.

The words he's been trying so hard to conceal and keep from growing have finally burst out of him, making his chest bloom with every whispered truth. "I'm so sorry it took me this long to admit it. I was such a coward."

Jungkook shakes his head, eyes brimming with tears. The confession he's been waiting for now dances happily in his ears, zooming straight into his heart. He will never forget the sweet melody of Namjoon's words.

"But I'm ready now," Namjoon continues. "I'm so ready to take that step with you. If you'll have me."

Jungkook nods instantly, eyebrows knitted together and face crumbling as he tries to hold back tears. He averts his eyes, not wanting Namjoon to see him cry. He bites his lower lip to keep from whimpering and shuts his eyes to stop the tears from falling.

Jungkook sniffs, trying to regain control. He nods again. "I love you too, Namjoon," he chokes out, voice thick with emotion. "I've loved you for so long." His smile is watery when he adds, "You know that."

Namjoon returns his smile and wipes Jungkook's tears away with his thumbs, gently holding onto his face. He never wants to let him go, but hearing how sweetly Jungkook says his name, makes his hands falter. He doesn't know why the sound of his name coming out of Jungkook's mouth without honorifics makes his heart skip. But he wants more of that closeness with him.

Namjoon sighs, "I love how my name sounds on your lips. Namjoon, okay? Namjoon when we're alone together." Jungkook chokes out a laugh, nodding his head. Jungkook's eyes are still closed, and all Namjoon wants is to drown in their brown warmth again. "Kookie, look at me, baby."

Jungkook immediately opens his eyes, surprise coloring his face. "Baby," he whispers.

Namjoon sighs with relief when he sees Jungkook's radiant smile slowly erupt on his face. He feels so sure and clear about it all now.

Everything around them stops when he leans in, gently capturing Jungkook's soft lips in his.

Jungkook wraps his arms around Namjoon's neck and melts right into him, and Namjoon's heart cries out with relief as he gets close enough to breathe in the vanilla scent from Jungkook's perfume. The smell he's missed so much reminds him of home.

And Namjoon wants and wants, and so he takes and takes.

He'll take everything and anything Jungkook gives him. Jungkook's little whimpers set Namjoon's body alight. He pulls Jungkook closer, wanting him closer.

Jungkook suddenly surges forward, pushing Namjoon onto his back and falling on top of him with a gasp. He can feel the featherlight drag of Jungkook's hair on his face as Jungkook tilts his head and opens his mouth to deepen the kiss. All the shyness Jungkook had, dissolves into the eager kisses he leaves behind.

Namjoon smiles into the kiss and hugs Jungkook to his chest as their tongues brush together, thoroughly relishing in the sweetness of his mouth now that they're fully sober and free of any guilt plaguing the back of his mind.

Jungkook moves his legs to straddle Namjoon. Slowly, Jungkook grinds down on him as he eagerly licks his mouth. Jungkook's perfume is overwhelming. It's on Jungkook, on his pillow, in his room, and he wants to soak in it – drown in everything Jungkook.

They both groan into the kiss as they feel themselves getting worked up. Namjoon rubs his hands on Jungkook's back, fingertips gliding over his ribs and feeling the heat of his skin through his thin shirt as Jungkook moves in little circles on top of him, seeking friction.

"Jungkook," Namjoon breathes against his mouth. He's deliciously breathless but trying to maintain a clear head. It proves hard when little shivers of pleasure wrack his body with every swirl of Jungkook's hips and every jolt of electric buzz his fingertips leave behind with every glide against Namjoon's skin. "Baby," he calls again.

"Hm?" Jungkook hums, seeking more of Namjoon's lips on his.

He loves the weight of Jungkook's heavy body on him; it makes him feel grounded and safe. He lets himself get lost in it for a bit longer, hugging Jungkook closer to him, hands going under his shirt to feel the warmth of his smooth skin while simultaneously trying to push him back so they could talk.

He feels like he's going crazy in the best way possible. The kisses turn sloppy and desperate, over a year's worth of pent-up emotions and hidden feelings coming to light like fireworks illuminating darkened skies.

He starts feeling heady, with arousal sparking through his body like electricity. He's not sure he wants to stop anymore—not when Jungkook is swaying his hips so deliciously and making little noises of satisfaction.

Namjoon finally comes to his senses and breaks the kiss, both of their chests heaving from its intensity.

"Please. I want you." Jungkook's eyes are heavy with lust, piercing right through him, and Namjoon just wants to say to hell with it all. Having his shy, sweet Jungkook openly state how much he wants him is a lot.

It's intoxicating.

He grips Jungkook's waist and flips them over until Jungkook is below him, gasping in surprise, his brown hair splayed out on his white sheets. Jungkook firmly grasps Namjoon's shoulders, momentarily caught off guard.

Jungkook peers up at him, still breathless from the kissing. He lets out a nervous giggle as Namjoon settles himself between his legs.

Namjoon thinks he looks gorgeous like this, eyes half-lidded and cheeks pink. He holds himself up with his left forearm as he runs his other hand under Jungkook's shirt, feeling the firmness of his abs under his fingertips as he clenches with every soft caress.

Namjoon leans over him and gives him a soft peck on the lips. "Are you sure?"

"Hyung, I've been waiting so long to do this," he practically whines, running both hands up Namjoon's neck and through his hair. He squeezes Namjoon's waist with his thighs, wanting him closer.

"Have you...ever?" Namjoon sees the red instantly bloom from Jungkook's cheeks down to his neck. Namjoon grins and can't help but press light kisses, trailing from his cheek to his mouth and down to his neck and collarbones. He stops when Jungkook remains quiet and peers up at him, brow furrowed. "Baby?"

Jungkook averts his eyes, looking embarrassed. He stares intently at the bedroom door before he speaks. "No, I haven't," he whispers shyly, hands leaving Namjoon's hair to cover his face, and Namjoon already misses his warm touch.

"Hey...hey." Namjoon grins and tries to pry his hands away from his face, while Jungkook puts up a fight.

"Ugh! This is embarrassing," he groans behind his hands before giving up and letting Namjoon pry them away from his face. "Yes, I'm a virgin. There's never been any... penetration with anyone's dick."

"Penetration?" Namjoon bursts out laughing. "Where are we, sex-ed class?

"Hyung!" Jungkook whines, face as red as a tomato. "Stop. Laughing. At. Me." He punctuates every word with a light slap to his arm, and Namjoon rolls away cackling, landing beside Jungkook on the bed.

"Okay, okay. I'm not laughing at you. Just at your word choice...penetration. Really, baby. If we're going to have sex, you might not want to make it sound clinical." He smirks and taps his finger to his lip, pretending to think. "Fucking. Now that's a better word to choose."

Namjoon tries hard to stop himself from giggling when he looks back at Jungkook's red face. Jungkook tries to look angry but ends up looking so adorably awkward.

This is another reason why he's so in love with Jungkook, his awkwardness just makes him so unbelievably endearing, and Namjoon wants that part of him too. He wants all of him.

Namjoon reels in his laughter, not wanting the younger to misunderstand and make him feel ashamed.

"Hey. Okay, I'm sorry for laughing. Nothing to do with you being a virgin and more about how much you're blushing." He grins when Jungkook looks at him with a pout. "You're cute, baby."

Namjoon's heart wants to burst out of his chest. He can't help but peck him on the lips lightly, and although Jungkook pouts harder, his cheeks redden even more.

"Whatever. You know what I mean, you ass. I've never had sex with anyone," Jungkook grumbles, rolling his eyes. "But I've... you know...done other stuff. I've fingered myself, so it's not like I'm completely lost."

Jungkook's last words suddenly make heat roll through Namjoon's body, slowly consuming him. It's arousing knowing that Jungkook has touched himself that way.

Namjoon rolls back towards Jungkook so that he's pressed up against him. He props himself on his elbow, hand on his head as he hovers over Jungkook, who's peering up at him with wide eyes.

Namjoon reaches over to card his other hand through Jungkook's dark hair, feeling its softness gliding between his fingers. Jungkook's eyes flutter shut, leaning into the soothing touch. Namjoon's gaze flick down to his lips, feeling the swarm of butterflies flapping their wings nonstop.

Jungkook exhales softly, opening his eyes to peer up at Namjoon. "Kiss me," he whispers, fisting Namjoon's shirt to pull him in. And Namjoon can't deny him anything, so he does.

The kiss starts off soft. Their lips fit perfectly like two puzzle pieces waiting to be joined together. Jungkook kisses him confidently, pulling Namjoon entirely on top of him and holding him perfectly between his legs.

And Namjoon – Namjoon can't believe this is happening. He feels breathless; it's something he's been wanting for so long. Being continuously close to Jungkook and still unable to have all of him was beginning to take a toll on him. Something he hadn't realized until now.

Jungkook groans and grabs the back of Namjoon's head, deepening the kiss. He crosses his ankles to enclose him between his thighs, wanting to feel more of Namjoon. The kisses get heated, and Jungkook grinds up against Namjoon, wordlessly showing him what he wants. What he needs.

"Mmm– Okay," Namjoon groans in between kisses. He can feel Jungkook's erection growing through his sweats. Although his heart pounds like drums, Namjoon has to ask. He's so turned on, but he wants to be positive that Jungkook is sure about this, even as his own arousal takes over, making him uncomfortable in his pants. "Kookie, are you sure?" Namjoon feels breathless, but he still kisses Jungkook, never wanting to stop tasting him.

Jungkook gradually slows down his kisses, cupping Namjoon's face and leaving light pecks all over. Three on his mouth, one on his nose, and Namjoon beams, dimples poking through his cheeks.

Jungkook bites his lower lip, smiling back at Namjoon. He runs all ten of his fingers through his hair and slides them down, his wandering hands slowly exploring the curves and dips of Namjoon's body. And Namjoon tries not to arch himself into it, but everything feels so warm he can't help but be greedy.

"I've never been more sure. 'M not even nervous," he emphasizes with another peck on Namjoon's lips. "That's how certain I am that I want this," Jungkook ends with certitude, a crooked smile on his lips.

Namjoon purses his lips and narrows his eyes, looking at Jungkook.

"Okay, I'm a little nervous," Jungkook giggles. "But I'm more excited than nervous. I trust you, and I want this. With you." His cheeks flush red, the blush spreading down his neck.

"Okay," Namjoon nods. If Jungkook is sure, then so is he.

Namjoon can't help himself anymore. He runs a finger from Jungkook's lips, feeling their softness, then down his neck, tugging Jungkook's shirt down and following the scarlet trail down his chest, where he sees more splotches of red forming. Namjoon leans down and plants an open-mouthed kiss there, making Jungkook shiver, goosebumps erupting on his skin.

"Have you thought about what you want? How you would want your first time to be?" Namjoon prompts, running his hand over Jungkook's side and gripping the hem of his shirt. He speaks quietly, not wanting to disturb the quiet surrounding them.

"Um..." Jungkook's eyes dart around as he hesitates.

"What is it?" Namjoon's eyes grow wide with concern. The last thing he wants is for Jungkook to feel uncomfortable. "We can do other things. We don't have to go...y'know, go all the way today," he says quickly.

Namjoon tries his best to reassure Jungkook. He doesn't want him to think they need to do anything he's not ready for. The last thing he wants is Jungkook to have regrets later on. That would break him completely.

"No. No, I want to," Jungkook quickly clears up. "I-I want you, Namjoon. Please."

Namjoon quickly relaxes again. "Okay," he smiles softly and moves to sit on his heels.

He runs his hands under Jungkook's shirt, slowly gliding up his stomach and feeling Jungkook's warm skin radiating onto his hands.

Jungkook's stomach clench as Namjoon trails up his ribs, scratching lightly as he makes his way down again.

"I want you," Jungkook says timidly.

"Okay, baby. I can bottom for you. You can fuck me. How's that sound, hm?"

"N-no, I want you to..." Jungkook starts, momentarily closing his eyes before he opens them to lock eyes with Namjoon. "Fuck me."

Well, that made his dick twitch. Namjoon stops his ministrations and raises his eyebrows, surprised that Jungkook would want to bottom for the first time. "Are you sure?"

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"Yea," he answers, a little breathless from Namjoon still touching him. "I trust you, Joonie,"

That alone makes what feels like lava run through Namjoon's veins in anticipation, burning him up from the inside. "Okay, just tell me if you want to stop or if something doesn't feel good."

Jungkook nods. "Okay," he says quietly and then lifts up to quickly pull his shirt off, tossing it somewhere on the bed. Eagerly, he yanks Namjoon back down by his shirt to keep kissing him. Namjoon smiles into the kiss, feeling love continue to bloom in his chest for this beautiful man.

Namjoon pulls away from the kiss to sit back on his heels and notices how Jungkook's chest heaves with every breath, his defined muscles shifting with every inhale.

Namjoon leans in to press open-mouth kisses to Jungkook's stomach, trailing his tongue along the dips and curves of his muscles, tasting the sweetness of his skin. Jungkook tries not to make noise whenever he feels Namjoon's wet tongue touch his skin, but it sends a jolt of arousal, making him groan.

Namjoon licks up his body, continuing to suck kisses onto Jungkook's chest and neck, leaving a trail of red blooming in their wake. He's never had a possessive streak, yet he can't help but love how Jungkook looks all marked up by him.

Jungkook softly whines in his ear, grabbing a fist full of Namjoon's hair to pull him in for more kisses.

They slowly rut against each other, their breaths hitching with every grind of their cocks. Jungkook moves in slow circles against Namjoon, moaning quietly against his mouth. "Feels good, Joonie."

"You sound so pretty, baby," Namjoon breathes into his mouth, and Jungkook whines some more. He kisses Jungkook's jaw, whispering a sweet "I love you" into his ear, making Jungkook shiver against him.

"Off, Joonie. Can– can you take your shirt off?" Jungkook pushes Namjoon back onto his knees so he can haul himself up. Then yanks Namjoon's shirt off, letting it fall onto the floor.

Jungkook whispers, "Oh my god," under his breath, and Namjoon chuckles when he sees Jungkook's wide eyes darting back and forth from his arms to his chest.

Namjoon isn't as committed to working out as Jungkook, but he's been to the gym enough to maintain a fit and toned body. He's always been naturally bulky, but adding weights to his routine instantly transformed his arms into something more muscular, his chest more defined.

"Baby," Namjoon calls, catching Jungkook's attention. "Do you have lube? Condoms?"

Jungkook snaps out of it enough to answer, pointing at the nightstand to his right as he blushes. "Uh, yea. I have lube– top drawer. No condoms, though," he mutters. "Virgin, remember?"

Namjoon reaches over Jungkook to reach for the lube, pecking his lips on the way back. "Well, I've gotten checked, and I haven't had sex in months, so if you're fine–"

"Yea! It's fine. I don't mind,"Jungkook interrupts. He runs his hands up and down Namjoon's chest, squeezing his pecs. Namjoon can hear Jungkook's breathing pick up once again. "I want to feel all of you. I trust you." He stops long enough to look up at Namjoon with tenderness in his eyes.

There it is again. I trust you. Trust is something not handed over so easily by Jungkook, yet Namjoon has it. And he wants to cherish it with everything he's got, never breaking it or taking it for granted.

Namjoon places the lube next to him on the bed as he starts kissing Jungkook again. With both of them shirtless, he can feel the heat of his body emitting off Jungkook. He feels so warm against him, the sunlight kissing his skin.

Namjoon kisses his way down to Jungkook's neck, licking a stripe up his jaw and letting his lower lip trail behind. Jungkook squeezes the curve of Namjoon's ass. "Fuck," he whispers, tilting his head back so Namjoon can have access to more.

Their hands take their time to roam each other's bodies, running hands onto soft skin as they kiss each other breathlessly. It's quiet in the room, except for their gasps and sighs, which make the soundtrack to their lips and bodies finally coming together.

Namjoon feels Jungkook shaking, his nerves making their presence known. He gazes into Jungkook's eyes. "It's okay, baby. I've got you. It's just you and me, okay." Jungkook nods, closing his eyes and releasing a huff of air he was holding. Namjoon pecks his lips, brushing his hair back from his forehead.

Jungkook tilts his chin up for more kisses and slips his fingers into Namjoon's waistband, trying to nudge it down. "Namjoon. Please. Can you–?"

"Y-yea, baby. Let me just–" Namjoon quickly gets off Jungkook, pushing down his sweats along with his underwear. He can see Jungkook averting his eyes, his face painted a pretty pink. Namjoon chuckles, "Baby, you can look. It's okay."

Jungkook slides his eyes toward Namjoon, gradually going wide as it roams all over his body and then down to his hardened cock.

"Can I take these off?" Namjoon asks as he tugs on Jungkook's sweats. Jungkook nods timidly and lifts his hips up so Namjoon can slide his boxers and sweats down his legs. He throws them off to the side, landing with the other clothes on the floor.

Now with both of them fully naked, Namjoon glides both hands up Jungkook's muscled thighs, squeezing as he makes his way up. "God, you're beautiful," he breathes.

Namjoon can feel Jungkook's soft skin breaking out in goosebumps as he slowly trails his fingers up Jungkook's stomach and down again. Without touching, he carefully teases around his cock, making Jungkook's breathing pick up. Little whimpers make their way out of his mouth whenever Namjoon gets close.

Namjoon snickers and moves back to lie on his stomach. Using his hands to spread Jungkook's thighs apart, Namjoon gazes into Jungkook's half-lidded eyes, never losing eye contact, while he begins to suck and bite along them. Jungkook gasps and moans with each sting of Namjoon's teeth, getting louder as he makes his way up to where his cock lays.

As Namjoon hovers his mouth over Jungkook's cock, his warm breath making it twitch, he peers up at Jungkook. Biting his lower lip before grinning, Namjoon asks for permission. "Can I?" And Jungkook quickly nods in response.

Namjoon licks a thick stripe underneath the shaft, and Jungkook moans, eyes rolling back, finally getting what he wants. He lets out a breathy moan as he throws his head back onto the pillow.

Wrapping his hand around the base, Namjoon sinks his mouth around his heavy cock, moaning as he swirls his tongue over the head before taking him deeper into his mouth. The taste of Jungkook's salty precum makes his dick pulsate with arousal. Slowly, he bobs his head up and down, making sure to suck and twirl his tongue around the tip every time he comes back up.

Jungkook reaches down to run his fingers through Namjoon's hair, gripping it tightly. When he feels Namjoon's tongue flick the underside of the head, his legs tremble with pleasure. "Ahhh. Namjoon," Jungkook groans. "That feels so good. Oh my– ohmygod. "

The more Namjoon swirls his tongue around the head and along the slit, the more Jungkook's cock leaks. He hollows his cheeks to suck Jungkook off harder, loving the taste of his cock in his mouth.

The vibration from Namjoon's moans shoots up Jungkook's length, and Jungkook's eyes roll back as he bucks his hips to get more into Namjoon's mouth. "Hyung," he pants, "Hyung, I'm gonna cum if you don't stop. Please. I want you in me."

Namjoon pops off with a hum, licking his lips. He's hovering over Jungkook when he grabs him by the jaw, kissing him hard, wildly intoxicated by Jungkook's scent. "You taste so good, baby," he mumbles into his mouth, and Jungkook whines back, arching his back and wrapping himself around Namjoon.

Namjoon brushes his thumbs over Jungkook's nipples as they kiss. He pulls back, wanting to see his face twist in pleasure, eyes closed, and mouth open wide in a soundless gasp.

Namjoon takes Jungkook's nipple into his mouth. Ficking it with his tongue, he smiles when Jungkook lets out another low groan.

"Namjoon," Jungkook sighs in pleasure. He pushes Namjoon off his nipple, red and overstimulated, and grabs Namjoon's arms to pull him entirely on top of himself.

Jungkook's arms circle around Namjoon's shoulders, wanting him closer and kissing him deeply. Their tongues tangle together as Namjoon moans into the kiss, circling his hips and seeking friction against Jungkook's cock, trapping it between his own hardness and Jungkook's stomach.

Jungkook gasps after he grabs Namjoon's ass with both hands to press him further into himself, seeking more of that delicious feeling. Their cocks are sticky with precum as they rut and grind on each other, and Namjoon starts feeling that familiar coil of tension tighten in the pit of his stomach.

"Baby," he groans, not wanting to stop the delicious heat slowly creeping up his groin, but he reluctantly pulls back to grab the lube, and Jungkook whines with the loss of contact.

He quickly squirts some lube on his fingers to warm it up before he hovers over Jungkook. Holding himself up with his left arm, he reaches for Jungkook's cock, heavy and warm in his hand. He peers down between their bodies while he slowly begins to jerk him off, the slickness of the lube making for a smooth glide.

"Feels good." Jungkook's breathy groan makes Namjoon shiver with anticipation. He hopes he can last because Jungkook sounds gorgeous like this, and every sound he makes goes straight to his dick.

Jungkook cups Namjoon's face with his hand and brings his face close to his. Slowly, they kiss, their warm tongues sliding and exploring each other's mouths.

Namjoon lets Jungkook fuck into his fist until he hears Jungkook's breath get faster and heavier. He lets go, leaving Jungkook whining into his mouth. They've both been edged so much that Namjoon doubts they'll last much longer.

"Baby, I'm going to open you up for me," Namjoon whispers, "Is that okay?"

Jungkook looks up at him, eyes glazed over, and hesitantly nods. "I-I don't know what to do..." he stammers. His face and neck flush red, and Namjoon can see it spreading to his chest again.

Namjoon plants a quick kiss right over Jungkook's heart. He smiles at Jungkook and tries to reassure him as best as he can. "That's okay. All you have to do is try to relax, okay?" He cards his fingers through Jungkook's soft hair. "You're doing so well already."

Jungkook bites his lower lip, eyes darting over Namjoon's face, and he can feel Jungkook's hands shaking. "What if I'm–"

Namjoon cuts him off before he can spiral. He grabs Jungkook's hands to keep them from trembling, kissing each one. "Baby, I just want to be close to you, okay? Let me take care of you. Everything you're doing is perfect already. You're perfect."

Jungkook nods and, with another burst of confidence, surges forward, taking Namjoon's lips in his as he slides his hands up and down Namjoon's back.

Namjoon blindly squirts more lube on his fingers because he doesn't want to stop kissing Jungkook. Breathing slowly, he tries to control his shaky hand because as much as Namjoon wants this, as much as he's confident and knows what he's doing, it's still Jungkook under him. Jungkook, his best friend, who he loves so much.

It's still Jungkook he wants to love for a long time, who he wants a future with. Jungkook, the doe-eyed boy with a bunny smile, who always makes his heart beat with love and warmth. Namjoon just wants to make him feel good– to make Jungkook understand how much he loves him.

With their eyes locked on each other, Namjoon slowly works Jungkook open. One. Two. Then three fingers until he's a moaning mess under him. Always making sure he goes slow enough that Jungkook can stop him at any moment.

Namjoon twists his fingers in and out as Jungkook lets out wavering gasps, touching and grasping Namjoon everywhere he can get his hands on, responsive to every thrust against his prostate. He grinds down on Namjoon's fingers, hips chasing more pleasure while Namjoon's cock lies heavy between his legs, waiting to be touched.

As if reading his mind, Jungkook reaches down to timidly jerk Namjoon off, slowly with teasing touches, then with more boldness. Jungkook circles his thumb around the sensitive tip, spreading precum over it. Namjoon lets out a low groan and takes his fingers out of Jungkook's stretched hole. He pulls his hips back from Jungkook's warm touch, unable to hold back anymore and wanting to be inside him.

He traces the curve of Jungkook's lower lip with his own, wanting to breathe him in, and kisses the mole underneath his lip. Pressing Jungkook down onto the bed with his own body, Namjoon can feel Jungkook's heart racing in his chest against his own.

He pulls back to gaze into Jungkook's eyes, a mix of excitement and nerves swirling in their depths. "I love you," he whispers, wanting Jungkook to know how much he's loved, how precious he is to him.

He pulls Jungkook in for another kiss, already addicted to his soft lips. "I love you too," Jungkook giggles softly between kisses.

"Are you ready?"

Jungkook nods his head vigorously, "I'm ready. Please." Namjoon grabs the lube and slicks himself up, wanting it to be as painless as possible for Jungkook. He hisses when the cold hits his sensitive skin, forgetting to warm it up in all his eagerness.

He just wants to be inside Jungkook already. He wants to feel all of him, smell him, and taste him as he comes apart beautifully. He squirts more on his fingers and slathers it onto Jungkook's hole.

Jungkook yelps when Namjoon squeezes more into him, making it nice and wet, just like he likes it. "Sorry," Namjoon says in a low voice, trying to hold back his giggles. "I like it wet." Namjoon licks his lips and lines himself up with Jungkook's entrance. He slowly starts pushing in, looking at Jungkook's expression to ensure he's okay.

Jungkook's eyes screw shut, eyebrows knitting together. Namjoon stops and places open-mouthed kisses along Jungkook's jaw and neck. He whispers softly in his ear and trying to help him relax. "I've got you, baby. Relax for me." Jungkook nods, taking in slow, steady breaths.

"You can keep going," Jungkook finally says after a few moments trying to get his body to loosen up. Pressing kisses to Namjoon's shoulder, he holds him tightly in his arms, legs wrapped around his lower back.

Namjoon can feel Jungkook's feet pushing against his ass, trying to get Namjoon to move his cock further into himself. "It's okay. Keep going," he whispers, peppering kisses along Namjoon's neck. "You feel good."

Namjoon nods. He takes Jungkook's left leg, hugs it to his chest to spread him open further, and starts pushing into Jungkook until he bottoms out. They both let out low groans of pleasure, their eyes fluttering shut as Namjoon feels the tightness of Jungkook's heat around him. It feels like his senses are heightened. A throbbing sensation rolls through his body in waves making him shudder.

Jungkook peers up at him, bottom lip caught in between his teeth. There's a look of pure bliss on his face, his brow furrowed and eyes half-lidded. He licks his lips and nods, giving Namjoon permission to move.

Namjoon slowly pulls out and pushes back in, waiting for Jungkook to adjust around him before he goes faster. "You okay?" he asks, brushing Jungkook's hair off his face as he continues his slow movements.

"Yeah, I'm fine." Jungkook gasps as Namjoon thrusts into him again. "I love you."

Namjoon's heart flutters. "I love you too." He doesn't think he'll ever get used to hearing Jungkook say those words to him.

He begins to thrust faster into Jungkook, the slickness of the lube making it a smooth glide in and out. Namjoon lets Jungkook's leg go, wrapping both around his waist again, wanting him as close as possible. Jungkook gasps and then whimpers when Namjoon angles his hips, hitting Jungkook's prostate directly.

"Ohmygod. Ohmygod," Jungkook's voice shakes. His body vibrates with every precise thrust to his prostate, making goosebumps break out all over his body. "Oh, fuck!"

"Baby, you sound so pretty for me," Namjoon moans into his mouth, making Jungkook moan back in response, his breathing picking up.

" Ah, Namjoon. Please. Please." Jungkook's whiny, airy voice makes him shudder. He can feel it when Jungkook clenches around him. Kissing him fervently, their tongues dance together; he presses himself onto Jungkook, wanting to dissolve into Jungkook's warmth.

He wants this moment to last as long as possible, so he slows his thrusts down to long dragging strokes until he eventually stops his movements. He kisses Jungkook slowly, savoring every part of his mouth as Jungkook bucks his hips up, wanting Namjoon to keep moving.

Namjoon slowly pulls out of Jungkook, making him whimper in protest, and moves to sit with his back against the headboard.

He reaches for Jungkook's hand and pulls him up to sit on his lap. "Come here," he says, slapping his thigh.

Jungkook makes a puzzled noise but straddles him. He wraps his arms around his neck, so they're flush against each other, their cocks leaking and pressed against each other.

"Hi," Jungkook says quietly. Some of his shyness seeping back in. He plays with the back of Namjoon's hair, making him shiver as he runs his thumbs along the sides of his neck.

"Hi, baby," Namjoon smiles, pressing a light kiss to his lips. "Come sit on me."

"I am," Jungkook says, confused, but the moment he realizes what Namjoon meant, he looks down between them with a little Oh and lifts himself onto his knees. Namjoon snickers, pressing a quick kiss to his belly.

Namjoon holds the base of his cock so that Jungkook can slide down easily. Slowly, Jungkook sinks down, his breath hitching as he bottoms out, sitting fully on Namjoon's lap.

His eyes flutter shut, letting out a low groan. He lets his head fall onto Namjoon's shoulder, kissing it lightly. After a moment, he begins swirling and rolling his hips and gasps. "You're– you're so deep."

Jungkook's astonished voice almost makes Namjoon laugh, but another roll of Jungkook's hips makes him choke it back down, moaning into Jungkook's neck instead.

"That's it, baby," Namjoon sighs, gripping Jungkook's waist to help direct his movements. "Just like that. Whatever makes you feel good."

He drags his hands up and down Jungkook's back, already beginning to sweat with every sensual movement. They stay like that, slowly kissing and moving as one as they take their time to reach their climax.

Jungkook grabs Namjoon's hands and places them on his firm ass. Gripping tightly, he helps Jungkook bounce up and down his cock. Everything feels like unraveling as Jungkook starts to move faster, gasping every time he slams back down and directly stimulating his prostate. Namjoon feels that familiar heat stir between his legs, so he begins to chase it.

He grabs Jungkook's hips and rolls them over to lay him back on the bed. He sits on his knees with Jungkook's legs spread wide over his thighs.

Jungkook's ass is now slightly lifted off the bed as Namjoon begins to slam into him, pulling him by his hips and onto his aching cock. Moans fill the silent room as Jungkook starts to stroke himself in time with every one of Namjoon's thrusts.

Namjoon lets out a choked moan when Jungkook's hole flutters around him, amplifying his arousal and almost tipping him over the edge. Everything feels so charged around them that even the slightest hedonistic sound from their lips makes his skin buzz with pleasure.

Jungkook's high-pitched whines let Namjoon know how close he is, too. "Fuck! Right there," Jungkook desperately cries out.

Namjoon feels his skin prickling. The room is warm, filled with the heat rolling off their bodies.

Jungkook's desperate shouts and moans help edge him closer and closer until Namjoon cums with a low cry of Jungkook's name, his orgasm washing over him in waves.

His body feels spent, but he's still hard. As he tries not to collapse over Jungkook, he keeps grinding into his abused hole. The sound of squelching lube echoes in the room. Snaking his arms around Jungkook's back, he grabs onto his shoulders for a better grip and begins thrusting into him again.

Jungkook wraps his arms tightly around Namjoon's shoulders, breathing into his ear, "Don't stop, Joonie. Faster," as sweat accumulates between them.

His throbbing dick feels sensitive from overstimulation. He can't believe he's still hard after cumming once.

He pushes Jungkook's hand aside to take over jerking him off while thrusting into him relentlessly, helping Jungkook reach his euphoria.

Jungkook's body starts to stiffen up, arms and legs clenching around Namjoon. "Ah, ah, ah. I'm close. I'm close. Keep going."

Namjoon kisses Jungkook hard, swallowing down his words while he reaches his peak. "That's it, baby. Cum for me," Namjoon whispers into his ear.

"I'm cumming. I'm cum– Aaah."

Arching his back off the bed, his body spasms in pleasure. Jungkook's eyes roll back with his mouth wide open as he cums all over his stomach and Namjoon's hand with a loud, strangled moan.

Jungkook relaxes onto the bed, breathless and spent. Namjoon grips his hips and keeps thrusting until Namjoon cums again in one night for the first time ever. He lays his head on Jungkook's chest, panting loudly.

"That," Namjoon says breathlessly, "was the first time I ever came twice." He holds two fingers up before letting them fall onto the bed. "I think I'm dead."

Jungkook laughs under him.

🎵 False Alarm by Matoma, Becky Hills

After a moment, Namjoon lifts his head and looks at his love. He still can't believe Jungkook is his. "Fucking beautiful," Namjoon whispers in Jungkook's ear. "You okay?" He nuzzles into Jungkook's neck, pressing light kisses all over. He's got hickeys running down his chest, and Namjoon's heart swells.

Jungkook hums in response, coming down from his high as Namjoon keeps littering his neck and chest with more kisses, tasting the saltiness of his dried sweat. There's a low hum under his skin, making him feel sated and relaxed. Something he hasn't felt in a long time.

They stay wrapped around each other, occasionally pressing sated kisses to dried, parched lips. With hearts thundering in their chests, they try to catch their breaths until Namjoon goes completely soft and eventually slides out of Jungkook with a hiss.

Namjoon glances down to see a displeased look on Jungkook's face as Namjoon's cum starts to leak out and pool right under him and onto the bed. "Ugh, that doesn't feel good," he complains, scrunching his nose in disgust.

"Hold on," Namjoon chuckles. Namjoon presses a last kiss to Jungkook's neck before he rolls off him and reaches for a nearby shirt to clean them up.

Namjoon looks down at it, recognizing that it's Jungkook's shirt, then peers back at Jungkook sheepishly. "Sorry, it's the closest thing I could find."

"Hm," Jungkook lets out, too tired for words. He lays starfished on the bed, slowly coming down from his orgasm as Namjoon wipes him clean. His eyes are closed, and his breath starts to slow down. "That was..." he inhales through his nose and exhales with a loud whoosh, "good," he finishes.

He finally flutters his eyes open to see Namjoon lying on his side, propped up on his elbow, a grin plastered on his dimpled face.

Their eyes lock when Jungkook turns on his side to fully face him, and Namjoon smiles down at a debauched Jungkook – hair messy, skin littered with marks Namjoon left behind, body flushed and covered in a thin layer of sweat.

He runs his hand through his hair and trails his thumb along his lips.

My god, you look beautiful like this.

"Hyung," Jungkook whines when Namjoon speaks the thought out loud. Jungkook's face turns scarlet, burying his head into the sheets trapped under him, trying to hide, and Namjoon barks out a laugh.

"Baby," he chuckles, "it's way too late to get all shy on–"

A loud, sudden banging on the wall startles them both, making them jump.

"Thank fuck, you're done! Thought you were going to be at it all night," a disembodied voice filters into the room from the other side of the wall. "Some of us have exams to study for, you know."

"Oh my God! That's so embarrassing," Jungkook screeches into the sheets. "That's my roommate. He must've come back while we were–" Jungkook flails his hand frantically. "You know!"

Namjoon bursts out laughing as he rubs his hand on Jungkook's arm, trying to soothe him. "Sorry!" he shouts back in the wall's direction.

He looks back over and takes a minute to observe Jungkook. His light in the dark. He runs his hand over his hair, scratching lightly on his scalp. His cheeks are red, always blushing so easily.

Jungkook peers up at Namjoon with one doe-eye, the other concealed by the bed sheets, still trying to hide his embarrassment.

And Namjoon feels this overwhelming feeling of love just pouring out of his chest. He feels warm, he feels loved, and he feels understood.

But most of all, he feels happy.

For Namjoon, there's something terrifying about falling in love. And falling in love at two different points in your life with a best friend is even scarier. Wanting that person to love you entirely and without judgment, to be supportive in everything you do, is what anyone would hope for in a relationship.

But within that fear, so much hope and happiness are waiting to be experienced, and fear will no longer hold Namjoon back. He has a chance to share that now with Jungkook. To love and be loved the way he deserves. The way they both deserve.

Jungkook is still gazing at Namjoon when in one swift move, he grabs his phone from the nightstand, lays back down next to Namjoon, says, "Cheese!" and snaps a picture of them from the chest up.

Namjoon glances at the picture. It shows a grinning Jungkook looking into the camera while Namjoon's gaze is on Jungkook, surprise coloring his face. They both look lewd, hickeys littered all over their necks and chests, hair so messy that anyone looking at the picture would instantly know what they were up to.

"What are you doing?" Namjoon laughs.

"Sending it to Jiminie hyung and Taehyungie hyung," he responds with a smirk. He sends the picture, and his phone instantly buzzes with the pair's incoming text messages.

🐥🐻🐰 Group Chat :

Mini hyung

what?! 😳

omg are you serious?!

Tae hyungie

about fucking time!

we're so happy for you guys. aaahhh!!!!!!!!

Mini hyung

have fuuuuuuuun🍆💦

Jungkook shows the texts to Namjoon, who rolls his eyes and laughs.

Jungkook throws the phone to the side and peers up at Namjoon with a hint of a smile. He wraps his arms around Namjoon's neck and presses a kiss to his lips, pushing him backward and rolling on top. They're both giggling into the kiss, nose to nose and lips pulled into wide goofy grins.

They keep kissing just like that. Slowly and softly, wanting to bask in their warmth. To feel each other and be close.

I love yous are whispered into their mouths, painted onto their skins, breathing life into their blooming love. This is the only place Namjoon wants to be, right by his love's side and wrapped tightly in his arms.

And Namjoon finally lets the warmth Jungkook brings with him into his heart. Making it bloom with new life, like cherry blossoms in the spring.

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