Written for Mikrocockmos fest
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Namjoon's lyrics could be very sexual. All of them knew that.
Yes, he had amazing lyrics as well, deep lyrics with meanings that made Jungkook's 2 brain cells rub against each other in a desperate attempt to understand them.
That didn't remove the fact that some of Namjoon's lyrics were extremely sexual.
He talked about porn as well, he was open with his likes and dislikes, and he had been the one to answer most of the maknae line's questions when they had them, never hesitating or making them feel bad.
Jungkook was pretty sure that Namjoon could take 100% of the credit for the above-average quality of the rest of their sex lives. Not that Jungkook really had much of a sex life.
The thing was, there was a very good reason for why he had no sex life.
That thing was the sheer fact that he couldn't get Namjoon and his lyrics out of his head. How was he meant to sleep with somebody else, to be in the moment with them, enjoy them and their body, when all he could think about was Namjoon.
All Jungkook could think about was those words, and exactly how Namjoon could make what he was feeling much better.
Namjoon's cock was in Jungkook's thoughts more than he would ever want to admit, something that Jungkook could not feel that he was blamed for. It wasn't just the lyrics, yes that was a big part of it, it was the mystery as well.
They had lived together for years until they had all moved out, only coming back to their dorm when they needed to.
There was one thing with living together for years, with a limited amount of bathroom space, that was the fact that Jungkook had seen pretty much all of his group mates dicks. That just happened! It wasn't as if Jungkook went dick hunting, he might be bi, but he was not that desperate to see cocks.
Still, he saw all of them. With Taehyung and Jimin, they had even compared dicksizes, because that was a completely normal thing that Jungkook was not gonna take criticism for. (Jungkook was also very proud of the fight that he was slightly bigger than both of his friends, something he would never let them go, no matter how much Jimin talked about how it was how you used it that mattered.)
So why the fuck had he never seen Namjoon's dick?
He hadn't gone hunting for Namjoon's dick, mainly cause the one time he tried to do it, Seokjin had slapped the back of his head, and Jungkook had to suffer through a long and probably very important conversation about consent, and how trying to see your hyung's glorious dick, was creepy and a break of consent.
Seokjin of course had a point, and back then Yoongi still terrified Jungkook, so he stopped trying to hunt down Namjoon's dick.
It was now 6 years later, and Jungkook had still not seen the giant schlong that Namjoon was hiding from him.
He had never accidentally forgotten to lock the door like the rest of them, ending up with somebody walking in on him, he never stripped in the heat when there were no cameras around.
Namjoon wasn't shy about his body, especially since he started working out, but still no dick.
It just wasn't right. For how often said dick was in Jungkook's dreams, thoughts and daydreams, Jungkook really needed to see it.
It had to be big, a real dream slong, there was no doubt about it! With Namjoon's lyrics and the way he carried himself, there was no way that he wasn't hung like a horse.
Jungkook normally preferred to top, but hey, if it was Namjoon's giant horse slong, Jungkook could learn to love how to bottom honestly. So what if it would just ruin his ass, that was fine. Or maybe Namjoon could ride him, being horse cock bouncing up and down with every moment, smearing precum over both of their stomachs, painting his own nearly acquired abs with streaks of wet precum, before completely covering them in white cum, streaking Jungkook's own tattoo's in it as possible.
He was not proud to admit it, but once when he had been getting one of his hand tattoo's, Jungkook had popped a stiffy, thinking about wrapping his hand around Namjoon's cock, seeing the dark of his tattoo against Namjoon's erection.
Thinking about barely being able to close his hands around the wide girth. Thinking about Namjoon's already being close, biting his lip trying to hold in his little moans, as it only took Jungkook a few jerks to pull him over the edge, cumming himself just at the sight of Namjoon's cum covering those newly acquired hand tattoo's.
Okay, maybe he did spend a little too long dreaming about Namjoon.
There was a real chance of that, but it was much better for Jungkook's mental state if he didn't think too much about it, not thinking about how it was seemingly impossible for him to jerk off to anybody who wasn't Kim Namjoon.
If he thought about it, that might say things about him that he really wasn't ready to think about. So instead he focused on Namjoon.
His pretty lips, which he would often bite while thinking, were those long legs with strong sturdy thighs that Jungkook had dreams about, before he even really knew what it meant, cause maybe part of him had always been whipped for Namjoon. An ass that had subtly been growing from flat as a board to now being strong and tight enough that Jungkook was sure he could bounce a coin on it.
There were so many parts of Namjoon that just lived in Jungkook's mind rent-free. All of them, welcome by him.
That was just how his life was now.
And then there were those damn loose gym shorts that Namjoon liked wearing. They left too much to Jungkook's imagination, did he always wear them so loose so that there was room for his giant horse slong? That had to be it right? If there wasn't a giant horse slong, Namjoon should have been wearing those tight little shorts that Jungkook always saw the girls wearing, cause his ass was divine and it deserved to be shown off.
Maybe Jungkook got a little distracted drooling over the idea of Namjoon in tiny tight shorts, with the world, or more specifically Jungkook, able to see every curve of his ass. That was before Namjoon would turn around to see the giant bulge of Namjoon tight little Instagram shorts, barely being able to contain his monster horse cock.
Maybe Jungkook at times in his own flat liked to fantasise about those tiny shorts growing weak, and Namjoon's national treasure of a slong would just... springing free, unable to be contained by something as weak as FABRIC.
The fantasy would often end up with Jungkook eagerly gagging on said slong, in his dreams he didn't have a gag reflex. This was good, cause in real life, he struggled brushing his tongue without being about to throw up.
How he would deal with Namjoon's cock in real life, he had no idea about, but that was not really a part of his fantasy.
Maybe Namjoon's cock was just so magical, that Jungkook's gag reflex wouldn't even dare to try and reject it. That was something that could happen right? That something was just too much of a national treasure, something to be loved and enjoyed, that his gag reflex, would just simply refuse to work.
That was how it worked in Jungkook's dreams, so that was how reality had to work.
At least that was what he decided.
So yes, overall, maybe Jungkook spent too long thinking about Namjoon... and his cock, but it was okay.
It wasn't like anything would ever happen, and it wasn't like he could actually hurt somebody when it was just in his mind. What Namjoon didn't know, didn't hurt him.
That was of course until it all changed.
Suddenly it wasn't just in his head, it was in the back of Namjoon's studio after probably just a bit more soju than what had been planned from either of them.
Neither of them was drunk enough that they couldn't consent but drunk enough that their self-control had taken a time out.
Jungkook wasn't sure that he could really say who started it, he also was pretty fucking sure he didn't care, both were eager that was what mattered. Wondering hands and eager mouths pressing against each other in the perfect wet glide.
Jungkook wasn't sure how they ended up the way they did, him on Namjoon's lap, eagerly pressing the taller man against the well-worn couch cushions.
Namjoon for his didn't seem to mind for a moment, that Jungkook was making himself home on his lap, nor did he even resist as he were more or less manhandled around, instead he just laughed as he sneaked his hands up Jungkook's loose shirt, tweaking at his pierced nipple.
Luckily for both of them, it was long enough since Jungkook had gotten that specific piercing, that all it did was send a bolt of pleasure up his spine, instead of pain.
Oh, that was something he liked. Of course, Namjoon the sex god would know that, he should have expected that.
Jungkook hadn't known that, he just thought the piercing had looked cool, and that was basically how he decided on which tattoos and piercing he should get. Which yes, he should probably think more about what he was putting on his body, but that was just not who he was.
Jungkook was all about living in the moment.
And that moment had apparently led to Jungkook finally getting to experience that Shamma Lama Ding Dong, the glorious trouser monster that had been hiding from him for so long.
That was certainly where they were going right?
They would be doing some good all classical horizontal mambo, taking part in the dance of the flesh, rubbing their nubs together. Finding out if Namjoon's magical cock really was strong enough that Jungkook's gag reflex would refuse to be part of the conversation.
Hands were exploring, as their mouths seemed unable to separate for more than a few seconds before they were forced back together in a desperate form.
Jungkook could already feel himself getting hard, his cock starting to struggle against the loose gym shorts he had been wearing to combat the strong and slowly murdering South Korean summer weather.
It didn't seem that Namjoon minded, cause Jungkook was too far gone in his own pleasure to even try to hide it as he rubbed his cock against Namjoon's abs, only the thin fabric of his shorter and Namjoon's shirt (Cause yes, Jungkook was a big fan of freeballing when he didn't have to be somewhere where he was getting his picture constantly snapped.)
Jungkook's grinding against Namjoon's abs earned a moan from both of them, he really tried not to just instantly go for the Monster Slong. That seemed like pretty bad manners to just instantly go for fondling somebody's dick while making out.
Especially since Namjoon's body had slowly over the last two years become a masterpiece that would make him the muse of all sculptures in the world. He was just that good looking, and at some other point, Jungkook was gonna lick every single one of them.
Maybe he was getting ahead of himself, there was a real likelihood of that, but hey, when Namjoon saw just how much Jungkook worshipped him, maybe he would let them do this again.
Jungkook's logic was flawless, at least in his own head. It wasn't his fault that it was hard to think when all your blood was between your legs, and what had replaced it in your brain was soju. Soju soaked brains had a hard time thinking logically.
"Fuck Kook, there is something I need to tell you first." Namjoon had grabbed Jungkook's hand as it was sneaking down his chest towards his cock (hey he said that he was trying not to go straight for Namjoon's cock, he did not say that he was succeeding in it. It was not his fault that his hand just apparently had a will of its own, and that was to touch Namjoon's glorious Moby dick look alike.)
For a moment, Jungkook was distracted, the reason for this being the fact that Namjoon sounded so fucking good. His deep voice already sounded wrecked, a moan being caught in his throat showing the pleasure he was under.
Jungkook had to find out which other sounds he could drag from the man until the words caught up with his brain. A screeching sound was heard in the said brain, that sounded very much like Seokjin, reminding him of how important consent was.
"You don't want this?" Jungkook didn't try to break Namjoon's hold on his wrist.
He was very very into what was happening, very into Namjoon in general, but there was no fucking way that Jungkook was gonna do any of this if Namjoon's didn't want it.
It wasn't just because Seokjin and Yoongi had drilled into his head how important consent was, also cause Jungkook wasn't a fucking asshole, and he liked being wanted. There was nothing hot or sexy about any of this, if Namjoon didn't want him just as much as he wanted Namjoon, then this wouldn't be fun, and Jungkook wouldn't be into it.
"Not like that!" Namjoon had let go of Jungkook's wrist, to instead awkwardly rub at his own face, seemingly unsure of what to say, as he hesitated.
"So you do want this?" Jungkook checked, not exactly sure what was going on, but wanting to make sure exactly where they were going with this.
"Yes, but..." again Namjoon's voice trailed off, as his face was turning an interesting colour of red in embarrassment. Jungkook had never seen that before, and somehow in his horny brain, all he could think was hot. He wasn't sure if he was referring to the fact that Namjoon's cheeks were probably warm from the blushing, or if he found it hot. Both of the options were equally likely, as again, his brain was not known for being smart at that moment, or when it came to Namjoon in general.
"So you want me?"
"Yes..."
"Do you want me to touch your dick?"
Jungkook studied Namjoon's face, trying to catch every small movement he could find there, to try and understand what Namjoon was on about.
"Yes, but there is something you should know..." again he looked away from Jungkook.
"What?"
"It's... I..." Namjoon was struggling to find words, which was the weirdest thing Jungkook had ever said, as long as he had known Namjoon, the man had never struggled with his words. He always knew what to say, he was the reason that they had some of the best speeches, so seeing Namjoon trying to find his words was both kinda cute, and kinda weird.
Jungkook liked it, it made Namjoon seem more human instead of his larger than life angel status that he seemed to have in Jungkook's mind.
"So you want this, want me here, and you do want me to touch your dick, so consent, everything is good." Jungkook started to let his hand slowly slide down Namjoon's chest again, going for his price, slow enough that Namjoon could stop him again if he wanted to "We can stop if you don't want it." Jungkook didn't want to stop, of course, he didn't, but if Namjoon wanted to stop, he was gonna stop.
"I want... it." Namjoon was still not looking at Jungkook, the dark of his cheeks from embarrassment had only grown stronger as the words were mumbled. Making him even sweeter and cuter to Jungkook.
It was clear consent, and with Namjoon not trying to stop him, nor seeming interested in stopping him, if the way his body shivered and a moan left his mouth was any indication of how he was actually feeling.
Jungkook had scooped down far enough that he could actually get access to Namjoon's crotch and to the secrets that were hiding beneath those loose loose workout shorts.
He should probably have considered exactly why he hadn't felt any of Namjoon's erection, such a large monster of a cock should have left a clear erection to show off, a tent that you would be able to see from the other side of the world.
Then again, Jungkook was far from the smartest cookie when it came to Namjoon on a good day, now with soju in his brain and arousal running through his body. He was running on about -10 IQ, and all he could focus on was what was happening and what they were gonna do.
He finally managed to sneak his hand into Namjoon's shorts, with how he was sitting, he couldn't actually see what he was doing, he was too focused on looking at Namjoon's face, taking in every little movement and expression he was making.
Jungkook had never really thought about how Namjoon would look caught in pleasure, always just assumed it would be similar to how he looked on stage, but he was so wrong. Oh so wrong.
Namjoon's expression was somehow the most erotic thing that Jungkook had ever seen, but also the cutest thing that was simply not okay for anybody to look that cute.
This was a side of Namjoon he didn't get to see a lot, the cute and sweet side. Not a side that Jungkook thought the older man would be showing in bed, but he found that he loved it. Loved seeing Namjoon like this.
Combined with everything, he was a wet dream, and Jungkook was finally gonna get to live his own wet dream, as he was about to be introduced to the Loch Ness Monster look alike.
What Jungkook wrapped his hand around, was not what he expected.
It was actually the opposite of what he expected.
Like magical lightning had struck him, Jungkook suddenly understood what Namjoon had meant, what he had been trying to say.
Jungkook was well aware that his mouth was hanging open like he was trying to catch flies, as his hand wrapped its way around Namjoon's cock.
And completely covering it.
Namjoon's bit his lip, holding in a moan as he looked to the side, refusing to look Jungkook in the eyes.
Oh...
He had to have said it out loud even without trying to, cause Namjoon refused to look at him, just blushing deeply as he mumbled "I am sorry, I tried to warn you."
Namjoon's cock wasn't a giant monster that would destroy all holes that it got close to, no. Namjoon's cock was nothing like Jungkook had imagined in his dreams.
Instead of struggling to close his hand, unable to get all around the girth of it, Jungkook's hand easily covered all of Namjoon's cock.
Cause it was... tiny.
Smaller than Jungkook's own by far.
He couldn't even really jerk Namjoon off if he wanted to, his hand already covered the entirety of the cock, he would need to only use 2 or 3 fingers to really start jerking Namjoon off.
It took Jungkook's poor brain a few seconds to really wrap itself around this change to his worldview. He felt that he really could get a moment to gather himself, for this big change in everything.
The only problem was that Namjoon seemed to take that as rejection, like something bad, instead of just a change.
He still refused to look at Jungkook, trying to sit up so he could pull away.
Wait no that was not okay! Namjoon should not pull away from him now! They had finally gotten to this point! Plus Jungkook still had his hand around Namjoon's cock.
So what if it was much much smaller than Jungkook expected! He could adapt!
Improvise! Adapt! Overcome!
Jungkook really needed to spend less time browsing memes "I don't mind!" The words were a bit louder than what was probably socially expected or appreciated.
Soft quiet music was still going in the background of the studio, and Jungkook's words, aka half yell, was drowning out the soft sounds behind them.
That finally seemed to get Namjoon's attention as his head snapped back looking up at Jungkook, there was distrust clear in his eyes.
That was a look that Jungkook had never before gotten from Namjoon, Namjoon always trusted him, and Jungkoook really didn't like this.
It also made Jungkook realise that Namjoon was left very vulnerable at this moment, and maybe some people he had been with, had not reacted well, just making him feel worse about his cock.
That wasn't okay! Maybe it wasn't a Loch Ness monster, but it was still Namjoon's cock! No matter how big it was, it was still part of Namjoon.
Cause... it had never really been about Namjoon's cock had it?
Jungkook felt so stupid for first realising it at that moment, but that was the truth. It was about the mystery of Namjoon's cock, yes, but it had been more about Namjoon himself.
It wasn't as if Jungkook had never seen big cocks before, after all, he knew exactly what Yoongi was working with, but he had never before had any interest in Yoongi's cock. His interest had always been in Namjoon, the reason Jungkook assumed said cock was huge and a monster based on the fact that Namjoon just had big dick energy, and not the creepy big dick energy where people just pretended to have it, but real pure big dick energy of somebody who didn't even need to care about it.
Also the lyrics.
The lyrics had been a big part of it, but it was first then that Jungkook realised what they had mattered so much, why he had taken them so seriously and believed in them so heavily.
It was simple, it was because they were part of Namjoon, they had been a part of him that Namjoon had been fine with showing him. A part of him that he was showing to Jungkook (and the rest of the world, but they didn't matter. Fuck the rest of the world, at that moment it was only Jungkook and Namjoon.)
Jungkook had just taken the one part that he had gotten from Namjoon, the one part that he felt he got to see and made it the most important part.
But it wasn't, Namjoon was more than that.
And Namjoon mattered, he had always mattered.
"You don't have to pretend." Namjoon looked away again, and the tone of his voice again was just giving up.
That broke Jungkook' heart, not just that Namjoon felt that way, but because he was the reason that Namjoon felt that way. That was something he never wanted to happen.
Namjoon opened his mouth to say something again, probably something that would manage to make Jungkook feel even worse, all Jungkook could do was say the one thing that was on his mind, the one thing that he had thought about really since he had wrapped his hand around Namjoon's cock "please let me suck it."
Oh, that was what he had been thinking about all along, wasn't it? Jungkook in all honesty hadn't even realised, he really fucking wanted to suck off Namjoon.
Yes, he had always wanted to suck off Namjoon, but before it had been more of a challenging thing, wanting to worship a part of Namjoon.
He could still do that, he could still worship Namjoon's cock, no he just didn't have to worry about being choked while doing it.
That was actually... a good thing.
Namjoon's much smaller cock than average made it much more likely for Jungkook's sensitive gag reflex to not have a meltdown and almost die.
This was... good.
Oh, this was perfect.
Jungkook was really learning things about himself as he felt his cock in his shorts only grow harder, he was into this. Luckily it seemed that Namjoon was still into it as well, as his cock was hard in Jungkook's hand still, and leaking precum eagerly.
"Wh-what?" Namjoon's cheeks and honestly entire face was slowly starting to resemble that of a tomato if he kept blushing as much as he did at that moment.
"I don't care about the size of your cock, it's perfect as it," Jungkook ran a thumb over the head of the rapper's cock, forcing a moan from Namjoon's perfect lips "please, I just wanna suck you off." Jungkook couldn't describe it, but he had a desperate need to shove Namjoon's cock down his throat.
He had never felt a need like this before, clawing at him desperately, he just knew that he needed it, that he wanted it. Jungkook was pretty sure that he would die if he didn't get Namjoon's cock in his mouth as fast as possible.
He could already imagine it, with how small the cock is, he could easily play around with it with his tongue, he wouldn't have to worry about accidentally triggering his gag reflex, he could have as much fun as he wanted to.
It was perfect.
Namjoon was perfect.
Namjoon was made for him.
If the small cock was meant to have made Jungkook less interested in him, it had somehow done the opposite, now all he wanted and needed was Namjoon's cock.
So what if it wasn't as big as Jungkook had thought this was perfect, Namjoon still had big dick energy, he didn't need a big dick to go with it.
"Really?" His hand on Jungkook's shoulder that had been trying to push the other man away had relaxed now, holding instead of pushing.
There was something vulnerable in his voice, something that just screamed ' I have trusted people before and they ended up betraying me, so I don't know what to do now.'
That just made Jungkoook want to prove himself more, and it made him want Namjoon more "yes! Please." he could almost feel himself drooling, he wanted Namjoon that much. It probably wasn't healthy, and it probably said more about him than it should, but Jungkook couldn't find it in himself to care.
All he wanted was Namjoon's cock in his mouth.
"Okay..." again that hesitation to his voice, as if he wasn't sure if he was making the right choice.
"Are you sure?" Jungkook wanted nothing more than to push Namjoon's shorts down, to finally see what was hiding beneath before he wrapped his lips around it and made Namjoon see stars, but consent was more important, and with the clear hesitation, it wasn't enough for Jungkook to feel comfortable going forward "I don't want to push you if you really aren't okay with this."
Jungkook leaned forward, so they were face to face, in close space with each other. Even in the dim light, he was able to see the wetness in the corner of Namjoon's eyes, something he hadn't been able to when he was further away.
It showed exactly how deep this was really hitting Namjoon, that the older man had been close to tears, even if Jungkook hadn't noticed it before.
They were breathing in each other's space, soju still on both of their breaths, but not strong enough to show them being too drunk to consent "I want you, but only if you want me as well."
Namjoon was no longer looking Jungkook in the eyes, instead, his eyes kept darting down to Jungkook's lips, almost as if he was feeling the same urge as Jungkook, the desperate urge and need in his chest to kiss again "I... want you." it almost seemed as if the words surprised him as if he wasn't expecting them.
Jungkook was almost about to ask again, but then Namjoon acted, the hand that had been on Jungkook's shoulder, earlier used to push him away instead moved just a little to get a hold on the back of his neck to pull Jungkook closer to him, pushing their lips together in a soft slide.
There wasn't the desperation to it there had been when they had kissed the first time.
Yes, there was still a need, tongues rubbing against tongues as small moans were swallowed up, but it was controlled, no longer desperate, worried about when it would stop.
It was like both of them trusted that this wasn't the end, that this was just the start.
As the kiss broke, a string of saliva connected them for just a second before it broke. Jungkook's heart was beating 110 km per hour; it felt as if, threatening to beat all the way out of his chest at that moment.
"Still sure?" just one last confirmation, before Namjoon nodded.
Trust was in his eyes, and there was no doubt in Jungkook's mind that he actually meant it. That he trusted Jungkook, and there was no way in hell that Jungkook was gonna break that trust when he had finally gotten it.
There was something in the air between them that neither of them commented on, as Jungkook finally let go of Namjoon's cock, so he could instead pull down his shorts, while with his free hand cupping Namjoon's face kissing him in a way that stopped the moan from being released into the air.
Only breaking the kiss to mumble quietly "trust me, I am gonna blow your mind."
Jungkook wasn't sure why he was feeling so confident all of the sudden, it wasn't something he normally was, but there was just something about it all that made Jungkook sure of himself, something that made him trust that he could actually do this.
He was gonna blow Namjoon's damn mind, by blowing his cock.
Well not literally, but that was not the point, Namjoon would probably not be impressed if Jungkook actually started blowing on his cock.
Finally, after so long, after waiting for such a long time Jungkook lets himself look down, being face to face with Namjoon's cock. Finally getting to see the treasure that he had wanted for such a long time.
Namjoon's cock might not be huge, if anything it was even smaller in person than what it had felt when Jungkook had gotten around it, but it was still... cute.
Jungkook liked what he saw, and there was no reason for Namjoon to feel embarrassed. If anything, Jungkook felt slightly guilty that he was pretty sure he was physically drooling as much as he was... metaphorically drooling, which he had no idea if it was a good sign or not.
"Can I?" Jungkook's voice was eager as he looked down at Namjoon once more, he wanted it so badly.
Namjoon was hiding his face again in the crook of his elbow, but his blush had spread down his neck and collarbones, the older man might still be embarrassed, and his voice was a little squeaky as he answered "yes please."
Oh please, Jungkook liked that word, he liked when Namjoon said it to him, but really he could not deal with finding out more kinks about himself that evening, he had already had to realise way too many things about himself.
His tiny Namjoon dick kink was really more than what he had prepared for when he went to record vocals. Thinking about more would simply just be too much.
Luckily, it was time for no thoughts and just brain rot, as Jungkook finally, after so many years of only dreaming about it, dove down eager to get face to face with said cock. He didn't greet it, but he did have to bite his tongue to stop himself from doing it, deciding that maybe that was a bit too weird, even for him.
Namjoon was fully hard at that point, but still his cock wasn't even close to being the same size as Jungkook when Jungkook was soft, and god he wanted it in his mouth.
Finally able to give in to urges that he had been holding back for so long, Jungkook dove down with eagerness that he hadn't felt with anybody else. Running the flat of his tongue all the way up the side of Namjoon's cock.
Loving exactly how the flat of his tongue just covered most of Namjoon's cock, before he popped the head of said cock into his mouth.
The taste was a bit salty, strong in flavour, but still acceptable. Not something that made Jungkook want to pull away.
The deep groan as Namjoon's hand on Jungkook's nape tightened, but still, the older man wasn't pulling or anything, seemingly he just needed to ground himself and was more than happy just letting Jungkook do exactly what he wanted to.
Which was exactly what Jungkook decided to do. He took Namjoon cock all the way to the root, silently cheering for himself how he could do it without even bothering his gag reflex, something that would never normally happen.
Holy shit, who needed big cocks?
Jungkook swirled his tongue around Namjoon's cock, enjoying how easily he could play with it, and how perfectly it fit in his mouth.
Fuck having a challenge, this was so much better, he never had to think about if he was about to throw up, instead, he could just enjoy himself. He could look up, and really look at Namjoon, split his attention between the cock in his mouth, fitting perfectly like it was made to be there, and the expressions so cute and amazing that Namjoon was doing.
It was like the older man couldn't even begin to hide what he was feeling, with every twirl of Jungkook's tongue, every suck hollowing his cheeks, cute and deep moans, whines and groans that he just couldn't stop coming from his mouth.
Not that Jungkook would ever want him to stop it, hearing them all, hearing exactly how well he was making Namjoon feel, that was everything.
Jungkook had always had a thing for vocal partners, ( and maybe also for Namjoon's voice specifically, but that was not important at that moment), but none of the partners he had before was even close to at the same level of Namjoon, the lewd and cute noises, mixing with the manly voice that was all Namjoon.
A perfect mix that was all Namjoon, and all set some kind of fire inside of Jungkook.
With his hands, he pushed Namjoon's legs under his shoulders so he got a better angle, there was no real technique to the blowjob anymore, it was more correct to say that Jungkook was just devouring Namjoon, and seemingly both of them loved every second of it.
"Fuck, close." It was first then that Namjoon's hand moved to Jungkook's hair to pull at him, seemingly trying to get the younger man off his dick. There was no way in hell that Jungkook was accepting this, he finally had Namjoon's dick in his mouth, finally getting to see what Namjoon looked like lost in pleasure, a pleasure that he was giving to the man.
There was no way that Namjoon was cumming anywhere other than in Jungkook's mouth, and he made that very clear as he glared up at Namjoon, putting my effort into sucking off the tiny cock. That just made the hands in Jungkook's high go tighter, but no longer in a pulling way, as seeming Namjoon had accepted that there was no way in hell that he was getting Jungkook to stop sucking his cock.
Again, Jungkook was learning new things about himself, one of those things being the fact that he was really into this hair-pulling thing. Namjoon had broad big warm hands, that settled nicely in Jungkook's longer hair, pulling, but never hurting.
Fuck, was everything about Namjoon just perfect? Or was Jungkook just in love?
More things, that really he did not have the time to focus on at that moment, dick first, mental breakdown over how strong his emotions were later.
Dick before feelings.
Jungkook was a genius.
"fuck..- Kookie!" Namjoon wasn't yelling, but he was still loud, thank god for the studio being soundproof.
Maybe the 3 members of the rapline hadn't thought of their studios being perfect fuck pads when they had gotten them, but Jungkook couldn't help, but be happy that that was what had happened.
Perfect places for them to have a little bit of fun, and for Jungkook to take apart Namjoon, step by step, enjoying every moment of it.
Humming around the cock in his mouth, Jungkook hoped that it was getting the point across of what he wanted from Namjoon, what he needed from Namjoon.
"Can't... hold it in!" Such a cute voice, as Namjoon just let it go around him. All it took more was Jungkook's hand sliding from his thigh down to roll the older man's balls in his, applying light teasing pressure.
The tightening of Namjoon's hands in his hair, plus how high his voice went as he moaned out Jungkook's name one last time was all the warning he got before Namjoon seized up, and warm salty cum flooded Jungkook's mouth.
Since the cock was small and fun-sized, instead of the big monster Jungkook had expected, the cock wasn't far enough down his throat that it went straight down said throat and into his stomach, instead filling up his mouth in the perfect way, letting him get a good taste of it, before he swallowed, making sure to have eye contact with Namjoon all the way through it, so the rapper could see as his throat worked through swallowing all of the warm delicious cum.
First, when he was sure that there was no chance of him missing any of it, did he pull of Namjoon's cock, letting the cute little thing fall from his mouth and flop back against Namjoon's stomach soft and drained from cum, as it's owner tried to catch his breath.
Jungkook just grinned, eagerly crawling up a little so he could kiss Namjoon, not caring about the fact that he did just a few moments earlier have a dick in said mouth, but luckily it didn't seem Namjoon cared either.
"You liked it?" There was no other way of describing his tone of voice than puppy eagerness, wanting to know that he had done well, that he had given Namjoon pleasure, that he had pleased him. That was all that mattered to Jungkook at that moment.
It was probably good that Namjoon knew him really well, cause he didn't seem to question or find weird Jungkook's behaviour, instead relaxing his hand in Jungkook's hair, to lightly pet him instead "thank you."
There was more behind the thank you, notes in his tone of thankfulness that Jungkook knew wasn't just about a good blowjob, but that was things that they could uncover and thank about later.
Preferably after Jungkook had murdered all the people who had made Namjoon feel self-conscious about his dick when it was clearly as perfect as the rest of Namjoon.
For now, Jungkook was happy just kissing him again, maybe go again when Namjoon could get it up, everything else could be dealt with later when Jungkook had gotten a bit more quality time with Namjoon's glorious dick.
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