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Jungkook didn’t really care much for Christmas, never had, probably never would. It wasn’t a tradition that his family had cared much about either throughout his younger and formative years and since his family now lived spread out across the world, he had no real chance of getting into the Christmas spirit. Another factor for Jungkook’s complete lack of holiday cheer was that his university had most of their finals in early January, meaning that while everyone else was singing carols and feasting, he was stuck with his nose in a book and entirely too many tabs open on his laptop.
Still, Jungkook had been determined to get the best out of the holidays on his own terms, so when his finals schedule had been announced, he had made plans to go to his family's cabin in the mountain, so that he could get away from the loud and slightly obnoxious thing that was capitalism in the form of Christmas.
In Jungkook’s opinion, it was only fair that he didn’t have to be bombarded with sales, Christmas offers and other capitalist schemes if he wasn’t even going to be celebrating.
Some would have called it lonely but secretly Jungkook knew from previous years that being alone in the city was much worse than being alone in a cozy cabin on a mountain. The cabin was in a remote part of the mountains too, meaning that Jungkook really would be isolated, but his father’s fat paycheck had made it possible for them to make all the necessary renovations to make the cabin warm and comfortable all year round, and even set up a great internet connection.
And so, Jungkook was going to enjoy his holiday alone, getting prepared for finals and eating his way through the mountain of instant food he had brought with him.
All in all, the perfect Christmas considering the circumstances.
Much to his expectations, Christmas day came with little to no fanfare and Jungkook celebrated it by taking a 30-minute break to inhale some ramen and microwave dumplings before he got back to work. His sleep schedule was fucked to say the least, but with no one around to judge him, it was difficult to find the motivation to go to bed at a socially acceptable hour, when he could just as easily stay up till 5 am if he so chose. And despite what all the experts apparently insisted, Jungkook had always felt that his brain functioned better at night, that he would focus more deeply and that he could get into the zone better and stay there longer without getting distracted by the things around him.
At around 4 am something did start to distract Jungkook. It wasn’t that he was starting to get tired, despite how late it was. No, Jungkook was caffeinated to the gods and could easily go for another few hours before he started to lose the ability to properly function. But still, there was something odd all of a sudden that made him look up from his laptop, and the open book next to it, to let his eyes scan the room carefully, looking for anything out of place even if it was impossible. He was the only one in the cabin and the closest cabin to his was almost a full kilometer down the mountain.
The facts alone kept Jungkook from getting spooked out but he also wasn’t the type to get scared over nothing. Jungkook wasn’t superstitious and he didn’t believe in silly things such as ghosts or monsters that hide away in the mountains, always thinking “deer” before “big foot” when he heard rustling leaves outside the window. Yet, Jungkook shifted where he was sitting on the floor craning his neck to look at the entirety of the living room, from the dinner table to the fireplace, just to make sure everything was as it should. Even as he once more confirmed that the room was empty, there was still that weird feeling at the back of his neck, like when you know someone is watching you even if you aren't looking at them. Scratching his neck to get rid of the feeling, Jungkook huffed and directed his attention back to his coursework.
But not even 30 seconds passed before Jungkook knew he had to act to get the feeling to go away. “What the fuck,” Jungkook murmured to himself as he got up from the floor. The feeling of not being alone made him completely unable to focus on the words in front of him as the nagging feeling in the back of his neck was only intensifying, and while he didn’t believe that anything or anyone could realistically be there with him, he also knew that he would have to find the source of whatever was bugging him if he wanted to have any hope of finding his focus again. Determined to find the source of annoyance, Jungkook walked resolutely to the front door and threw it open into the cold night.
Being Santa was a fairly good job if Seokjin was to be completely honest. He hadn't been in the position long and this was only his fifth season on the job, but the work was fairly easy and the benefits were insane. All in all, Seokjin worked full time for about a week every year, if he didn’t count the weekly calls from his assistants telling him that everything, as always, was going smoothly with that year’s toy production. The one week that Seokjin did work full time, was mostly just preparation and then about 24 hours of travel where some nifty magic did the bulk of the work for him.
The bad part was that even if he didn’t have a lot of work to do for most of the year, he was still required to live at the north pole, in almost complete isolation from the world and with very few human beings around him.
Seokjin was entirely sure that the only things keeping him sane throughout the off-season where he was mostly confined to his lavish north-pole mansion, was that Yoongi and Jimin were often there too. The two of them came from families who had always worked for The Santa and they had chosen to stay in the family business, and other than trusted employees, Yoongi and Jimin were some of the only human relations Seokjin had.
It wasn’t complete isolation however, and about once every month, Seokjin got to go to the main-land world for a day or two, and with every month that passed on the job, he was getting more and more certain that these outings were specifically designed to keep him from going completely stir crazy.
Needless to say, Seokjin always had a lot of free time on his hands, but he also had plenty of ways to spend it. He was always a lot more involved with the yearly toy production than he needed to be, and he always made an effort to spend time with the elves to keep a good relationship with his workers. Other than that, Seokjin liked to spend his time playing video games or even inventing them. Not only did he find it extremely entertaining and could play for days on end, but he also got to have a small bit of human interaction this way, even if it was just in-game voice chat. It was a little piece of normal in what was perhaps the least normal job ever.
But now, finally, it was once again the time when Seokjin was kept busy as Christmas was getting closer by the minute and he finally had work to do.
Clad in the traditional red and white, Seokjin set out on his yearly trip across the world and as he got into his cane to do what was probably the world's easiest work, he didn’t even bother with the seatbelt that lay uselessly to the side of his seat, a choice he, only hours later, came to deeply regret.
“Who the fuck are you?” Jungkook exclaimed as he opened the door and saw the most bizarre sight he had probably ever encountered. A man, a fully grown man, dressed in a red and white, and oddly fluffy, suit, was sitting on his ass in the snow right outside of Jungkook’s cabin, looking around confused as he kept gazing upwards. The snow all around him was trampled down as if he had been walking around in circles there for a little while and one of the large pine trees seemed to have shed the heavy layer of snow that covered the trees around it, like it had been shaken off by some strange force.
Jungkook’s voice brought the man’s attention to him, but the confused expression on the stranger's face didn’t go anywhere.
“I think I fell out of my sleigh,” The man said with a slightly dazed expression. “Holy shit I really fell out of my sleigh.”
“Are you saying you were sleigh riding on this mountain in the middle of the night?” Jungkook asked unbelieving of the man’s stupidity. The mountain was overgrown with trees and really not fit for that kind of activity, let alone in the middle of the night while it was pitch black.
“Well, yes,” The man answered, still looking up at the night sky.
“You were sleigh riding on the mountain? This mountain?” Jungkook asked, still looking down on the stranger who had yet to get his ass out of the snow.
“Well not on, I was going over the mountain, obviously.”
Jungkook blinked. Had he misheard? Had the stranger knocked his head? “Over?”
The stranger finally looked back at Jungkook, the confused expression gone now. “Yeah, obviously.”
“Yeah…. Obviously…” Jungkook parroted, very confused and perhaps slightly concerned. The top of a snowy mountain wasn’t the place to get a concussion.
Ignoring Jungkook’s tone of voice, the man finally stood up, revealing a full red Santa suit that looked to be of absolutely amazing quality, even if the only light Jungkook had to see was the yellow porch light.
“Where even am I?” The man asked as he brushed the snow from his suit.
The question shook Jungkook from his mind which had been fixed on the Santa suit. “You don’t know where you are?” It was a bad sign. Perhaps the man really had knocked his head a significant amount when falling out of his sleigh. Not that he wouldn’t low key have had it coming if he was stupid enough to go sleighing in the middle of the night in a good damn forest.
“Well, I’m somewhere in Korea but apart from that I'm not too sure about my exact location.”
A new and slightly more worrying thought hit Jungkook and he gripped the doorhandle tightly, suddenly feeling the cold air that enveloped him. “Are you like, mentally unstable or something?”
The man simply brushed some more snow from his suit. “No? Why would you ask that?”
“Just curious..” Jungkook asked, but even if he was worried, the man seemed both bright and quick to respond. Jungkook was fairly certain that his first theory of the man having hit his head was correct. But the cold was getting to Jungkook and he felt himself starting to shiver as he was wearing nothing but sweatpants and a shirt to protect himself from the freezing winds. “Why don’t you come inside for a bit? You will freeze out here.” Jungkook blurted the question out surprising himself a bit but he would rather deal with this odd man inside where his nipples didn’t feel like they were going to fall off due to cold.
The stranger stood straight then and looked at Jungkook for just a short second before he smiled. “Oh, thank you, that’s very kind of you.”
Despite having offered, with each step the man walked closer, Jungkook strongly considered slamming the door closed and locking the door before the man could make it inside the cabin. Now that he was standing, it was obvious that he really was dressed like some kind of slightly more fashionable version of Santa Claus, and Jungkook was considering the possibility that there was an asylum somewhere close that the man might have escaped from.
Still, Jungkook stepped back and allowed the man to step inside the cabin, happy to be inside in the heated air.
Even if he was still suspicious of the man, Jungkook had to admit that the stranger was hot. Just plain old good looking, and as the man stepped further inside, they were close enough that Jungkook could even tell that he smelled good too. The man was tall and his shoulders looked wide enough to just about carry the weight of the world or at the very least, another man.
“Why are you dressed like Santa?” Jungkook asked while the man knelt down to unlace his large black leather boots that went surprisingly well with his strange outfit.
“Cus I’m on the job, obviously," the man answered simply.
Jungkook blinked rapidly as things clicked into place. “Oh. You are like one of those Santa impersonators that meet kids at the malls and stuff.” Jungkook murmured thoughtfully, now a lot less worried for his own safety. “Although that really doesn't explain what you are doing up here, but okay.”
“Impersonator?” The man frowned, standing back up at his full height and even without the boots he was still tall. “My name is Kim Seokjin, and I am not a Santa impersonator, I am the Santa.”
Jungkook stared, unimpressed at the bad attempts at a joke. “Ha ha, very funny. My name is Jungkook, do you have someone I can call to come pick you up or something? Oh and did you hit your head out there? Do you have a concussion or something?”
“Oh, no my head is fine. And no to calling anyone for me, Yoongi should already know that something is up and be on his way. Also, what do you mean by ‘funny’?”
“I? You literally said that you’re Santa” Jungkook deadpanned. “It’s a very bad joke.”
Much to Jungkook's annoyance, Seokjin was looking at him like he was stupid, looking just as done with the situation as Jungkook felt.
“I’ll let you know that it wasn’t supposed to be funny because it wasn’t a joke. I am Santa. The one and only. The real Santa.”
“..Sure.”
The expression on Seokjin’s face changed from slight annoyance to something where he might as well have had ‘I’m talking to an idiot’ spelled out across his forehead. “You don’t believe me, do you?”
Jungkook scoffed and turned his back to Seokjin as he walked into the living room.
“Obviously not. Santa isn’t real, it's just a kids tale meant to create Christmas spirit. I don’t even celebrate Christmas so why in the world would I believe that a random stranger dressed in a fluffy red suit is the Santa?”
“You want me to prove it, you brat?”
Jungkook turned. “Prove it? How are you going to prove it?”
“You little shit, you are going to eat your words.” Jungkook watched as Seokjin mumbled angrily as he ripped the black leather gloves off of his hands and then,
Jungkook nearly shit his pants as fat, fluffy, and shimmering white snowflakes started to fall from the solid wood ceiling at an alarming rate.
Jungkook stumbled backwards, his knees buckling as the back of his legs came into contact with the couch, and having nothing to grab onto, Jungkook fell into the cushions as he looked around confused at the still falling snow.
“What the fuck is this, what the fuck is going on, am I high? Am I tripping balls right now?”
“Uh, unless you were already high when I got here, then no.” Seokjin answered with a shrug, obviously hiding a very smug expression on his stupidly handsome face.
“What the fuck is this then?” Jungkook asked once more, eyes glued to the falling snow and mesmerized by the cold whenever a flake came into contact with his face.
“It’s magic.” Seokjin said, exasperated. “I’m Santa, the least I should be able to do is make snow, so this is me proving to you that I am actually Santa.”
Jungkook’s jaw might as well have been on the floor. “Holy shit, I have lost my mind.”
“Really. You still don’t believe me?” Seokjin exclaimed. With a flick of his wrist, the snow stopped falling and the thin layer that had accumulated on all the surfaces of the living room quickly melted away without leaving any water behind.
Jungkook shrugged, trying to look unbothered but more convinced than he was willing to let on. “The concept of Santa is just so weird, I never really believed it.”
Seokjin frowned heavily and sat down in one of the large chairs, arms folded defensively across his chest. “Weird, what do you mean ‘weird’?”
“You mean to tell me that I am not supposed to find the concept of an old, bearded man, breaking into houses where children live in the middle of the night a little weird?” Jungkook asked with his brows raised in challenge.
“I am not old!” Seokjin said loudly, an accusatory finger pointed at Jungkook.
Jungkook scoffed and personally ignored that despite their bickering, the atmosphere in the room was decidedly nice and warm. “But you do break into houses and leave gifts for kids who have been ‘good’? You are basically just everyone's first sugar daddy.”
Seokjin looked about three seconds away from jumping to his feet. “I’m what!? Why do have to make it sound so fucking creepy, I’m not a sugar daddy and I do NOT break in!?”
Jungkook leaned back with a smug smile. “So what, you knock on the front door and wait to be let inside?”
Seokjin hesitated, his mouth opening and closing helplessly like he didn’t know what to say. “I. No.”
“So you break in?”
“No, I only go into houses of the people who believe in me and expect for me to be there. That way I'm not breaking in because they literally expect for me to show up when they are sleeping.”
“It’s still a little weird don’t you think? And I stand by the sugar daddy thing,” Jungkook answered with a shrug, which only had Seokjin looking baffled.
Seokjin looked like he wanted to speak before he hesitated and repeated. Then, “Why are you so weird?”
“Me? You give gifts to little boys and girls in exchange for them being good. That’s fucking creepy, dude. Low key pedo behavior.”
A deep red had set in on Santa's cheeks, damn near matching his red suit. “I'm not a pedophile! I deliver gifts to children, I'm literally Santa!”
A small pause, then Jungkook said with a deadpan tone of voice, “Why did the mansplainer drown in the puddle?”
“What?”
“It was a well, actually.”
Seokjin threw his hands up in disbelief. “I swear to god, I hate you so much.”
Jungkook just shrugged despite the smile on his face. “Feel free to go back outside in the snow, I invited you in here out of the goodness of my heart. I'm still not convinced if you aren't some sort of sicko.”
“It has not even been five minutes since I proved that I have magic? I'm not a sicko, I’m Santa.”
“If you say so.”
Seokjin scoffed audibly before he stood back up and started tugging at the thick leather belt that cinched the waist of his suit. “God, I am overheating in here, this suit is not made for anything above freezing.”
Jungkook would have liked to have prided himself on being a composed and steadfast gay when faced with the most glorious of men that God had grazed the earth with, but then he would have lied. As Seokjin shed the large jacket that made out the top part of his red ensemble, Jungkook had to fight to keep his jaw from hitting the floor. Without the red suit jacket, Seokjin was equipped with the most glorious body Jungkook had ever seen as it was revealed, now only obscured by a simple white tank that clung to Seokjin's skin, stretched along the neckline due to the width of his shoulders.
“Fucking hell, why is the hottest dude I have seen in literal weeks a weirdo?” Jungkook exclaimed exasperated. It truly wasn’t fair either, the small town he came from had a distinct lack of gay individuals and grindr was a bust even on the best of days. And now here he was, faced with a banging body that just so happened to belong to a Santa impersonator who may or may not actually be the real deal.
The comment seemed to shock Seokjin to the point that he forgot how annoyed he had been only seconds before. “I, don't know how to react to that. But thank you. I think.”
“Just, can I?” Jungkook stood with a hand reached out towards Seokjin’s shoulders in question and he knew that he was practically salivating behind his begging gaze.
Seokjin blinked once, twice. “Sure?”
With almost trembling hands, Jungkook let the tips of his fingers make contact with the bare skin of Seokjin’s strong shoulder. After only a second of registering how soft and warm Seokjin’s skin was, Jungkook couldn’t help himself and grabbed Seokjin’s shoulder firmly to feel the strong muscle.
“God, you’re ripped.”
“‘Santa’, not ‘god’, but I’ll take it.”
“Oh shut up.” Jungkook said under his breath but kept his hands wandering, almost massaging the firm muscles.
“I can keep undressing if the shoulders aren’t enough for you?”
“I wish.” Jungkook mumbled with slight annoyance in his voice. Not only was the man weird, now he was teasing him too. It really wasn’t fair and he was already getting a little too excited.
But Seokjin's voice was more serious when he spoke again. “I’m serious. It’s not often I get a pretty boy's hands all over me.”
Jungkook looked up wide eyed. “You think I'm pretty?”
Seokjin exhaled heavily but there was something close to a smile on his lips. “You are the definition of ‘a sweet little thing that could crush my head’ and you know it.”
“I'm actually not sure what you mean by that,” Jungkook had to admit but perhaps that wasn’t entirely bad because Seokjin raised his hand to caress Jungkook’s cheek, his thumb and pointer finger pinching him playfully. The atmosphere between them was completely changed, it was teasing, playful and felt almost alive with excitement.
“It means that you look like you could beat me in a fight with both arms tied but also like you want to be called a good boy while getting railed.”
“Huh.” Jungkook mumbled and tried to keep himself from leaning into the touch. “Perceptive.”
“So?”
“So?”
Another smile, “So, do you want me to take the shirt off?”
Jungkook swallowed hard and then whispered, “This is so fucking weird” but his real response was the decisive nod he gave. Didn’t matter that Santa was kind of weird, Jungkook wasn’t about to turn down this opportunity “Say, how strong are you?”
“Uh, pretty strong. Why?”
“You do the whole, big bag of presents thing over your shoulder, right?”
“Yeah?”
“So technically, you are strong enough to also carry a human being over your shoulder?”
Seokjin narrowed his eyes but his hands found Jungkook’s waist. “...Are you being kinky?”
“No?” Even Jungkook knew that he sounded anything but convincing.
“I’m sure I can carry you.”
Jungkook tilted his head in challenge. “...Prove it.”
Without further warning, Jungkook was airborne for a short moment before his middle came into contact with Seokjin’s shoulder and a strong arm locked behind his upper thigh, keeping him securely hanging with his ass up and his head down.
He didn’t stay there for long. He felt the bounce of Seokjin’s steps, (and enjoyed the view of a red clad ass) and then he felt his stomach flip as he was thrown down onto the couch, Seokjin instantly on his hands and knees above him, pinning Jungkook beneath him.
Jungkook breathed heavily, his skin feeling flushed from how his blood was rushing. “Wow, that was hot.”
“Yeah.” Seokjin agreed easily and he didn’t look to even bother to hide the way his eyes were trailing over Jungkook, drinking him in.
“I’m a little turned on”
“Me too.”
“Do you wanna..?
“I. Yeah I - “
Jungkook didn’t let Seokjin finish speaking before he reached up to desperately push their lips together. It was like sparks lit between them, setting the tension between them on fire as their lips moved. Seokjin didn’t hold back and Jungkook let his lips part with a satisfied moan when their bodies pressed closer. A gentle touch of tongue against his bottom lip made Jungkook shiver and he eagerly welcomed the deepening of the kiss.
For all the sass and teasing he had delivered so far, Jungkook became puddy in Seokjin’s hands and eagerly arched his back when Seokjin’s hand found his waist and then went underneath his shirt.
“Oh so sweet, responding so strongly,” Seokjin all but whispered, his lips never lifting entirely from Jungkook’s lips so that Jungkook could feel the smirk as he spoke.
“Yeah well, I have needs that have been ignored for way too long, I’m so ready to get freaky.”
“Mm, consent is sexy,” Seokjin murmured as he kissed his way down Jungkook’s throat until he reached the neckline of his shirt.
Jungkook moaned freely as Seokjin sucked on the sensitive skin of his neck. “And I consent, very strongly”
Much to Jungkook’s disappointment, Seokjin sat back just a bit, lifting his body to get a minimum of space between them. “Let’s agree on what we want here before you get too enthusiastic, hm?”
Jungkook nodded, both acknowledging that it was a good idea and also in an effort to please. He very much wanted Seokjin to press down against him once more. “I’m verse but I wouldn’t mind having my back blown out to be honest.”
“I can work with that,” Seokjin said with a smile and a hint of laughter in his voice. “Anything else I need to keep in mind?”
“As long as it doesn’t draw blood, I’m cool.” Jungkook tilted his head back, baring his neck in an attempt to coax Seokjin back down to him. He was practically drooling, desperate.
Seokjin shook his head slightly but he was still smiling. “How about we check in? Stop light system?”
“Yeah that’s perfect. Right now I’m so green I might as well be the Grinch.”
Seokjin threw his head back. “Ha! That was good! Now get naked.”
Clothes practically went flying as Jungkook scrambled to get every piece of fabric off of his body with such determination as if it had been bugs he was trying to get off his skin. Had he not been so focused on getting his ass bare, he would have seen the hungry look Seokjin sent him as he sat back on the couch and let his eyes wander over Jungkook’s increasingly naked body as he slowly got rid of his own clothes as well.
By the time Jungkook kicked his boxers to a corner of the room, his pulse had raised considerably from his hurried actions, and he was panting lightly, a faint blush spreading over his skin from the excitement. The sight of Seokjin, dressed only in his black boxers which left absolutely nothing to the imagination but nearly had Jungkook on his knees, had Jungkook thinking to himself that this was sure to be the best Christmas ever.
Then, in another insane show of strength, Seokjin manhandled Jungkook until he was sitting on his lap, Jungkook entirely naked and Seokjin only in his boxers. Jungkook braced himself against Seokjin’s chest, getting a good handful of boob in his attempt to not fall forward but the grip Seokjin had on his waist was so perfectly tight that Jungkook wouldn’t have had to worry. And Seokjin didn’t seem to be in a hurry all of a sudden, content with sitting back and watching Jungkook as he settled more comfortably.
Jungkook on the other had wasn’t as happy to just sit and watch. While the sight in front of him was good, no doubt about it, he was rapidly growing hard and wanting. Instead of begging, a point Jungkook knew he would no doubt reach even if he wasn’t quite there yet, he leaned forward and captured Seokjin’s lips in a searing kiss. Seokjin responded in kind, kissing back hungrily as his hands on Jungkook’s hips pulled closer before they traveled down to grip Jungkook by the ass, pulling him into a slow but delicious grind that send a tingling heat straight to Jungkook’s cock.
Jungkook was more than happy to let Seokjin take the lead, reveling in letting strong hands guide his body, having someone else take control and simply just feel good pressed up against a warm body. And Jungkook wasn’t the only one feeling good. With each grind, Jungkook could feel how hard Seokjin were in his boxers, his very generously sized cock straining against the material that separated the two of them.
Seokjin pressed up against Jungkook in a particularly hard grind of his hips and moaned as he threw his head back. Jungkook bit his lip to regain just a minimum of control, already feeling so good and like he could definitely come from this alone if they kept going much longer.
“Fuck, what is a hot thing like you even doing here all alone during Christmas?” Seokjin asked and let his hands wander away from Jungkook’s hips, touching his chest before one hand came up to loosely hold Jungkook by the throat. “How did I get so lucky?”
In a attempt to seem more collected and calm than he really was, his brain absolutely transformed to horny mush, Jungkook reached for the glasses which had laid abandoned on the coffee table right next to the couch, putting them on with a joking wink. “I’m studying for the exams like a good boy.”
But before Jungkook could even finish his little performance as he was about to take the glasses off, Seokjin’s hand tightened around his neck just the slightest bit as the other came up to grab Jungkook by the wrist.
“Keep them on.”
“Yeah?”
Seokjin swallowed heavily as his hands once again fell to Jungkook’s ass cheeks, squeezing them tightly. “Fuck yeah, that’s a good boy.”
Jungkook shivered, his entire body reacting to the little nick name in a way he had never experienced before. “Damn, I might like that a little too much.”
“Hmm? Being called a good boy?” Seokjin's eyes turned darker somehow and then Jungkook lost his breath as the smooth tip of a finger rubbed against his hole.
“Oh fuck, yeah. Yeah, I think I really like that.”
“Well how about my clever boy here be good, and tell me where he is hiding his lube then, Hmm?”
Jungkook rocked his hips a little, desperately wanting friction of any kind. “Upstairs, in the bedroom. It’s on the bed.”
“Good boy” Seokjin praised with a smile even if his eyes deceived him, dark with want and revealing easily that he liked their little game just as much as Jungkook did. Then, with just a snap of his fingers Seokjin conjured a little glimmer of light in his hand and Jungkook just stared as his bottle of lube comes flying down the stairs and through the room until it landed neatly in Seokjin’s hand.
“That is the coolest thing ever.”
“Easy to impress I see.”
“Not that easy.”
Seokjin points a finger back and forth between them, clearly, and to Jungkook’s annoyance, clearly alluding to the fact that they are about to fuck a solid 30 minutes after meeting. “Are you sure?”
“Shut up.” Jungkook said with a pout and looked at Seokjin over the rim of his glasses, “and feel free to put in some effort when you blow my back out.”
“As you wish.”
Then Jungkook got pulled forward until he was standing on his knees and pressed tightly against Seokjin, and Seokjin, who now practically had his face pressed against Jungkook's pectorals, seemed to be entirely unable to pass the chance of putting his mouth in Jungkook’s nipples.
Jungkook tangled his hands in Seokjin’s hair, tugging lightly and received a bite to his nipple in return. The pain went straight to his cock and he had to fight the urge to rut against Seokjin’s chest to satisfy himself. Then a cold and wet finger pressed against his entrance and slipped in embarrassingly easily.
“Oh, someone played with themselves already,” Seokjin said teasingly as he looked up at Jungkook and with no hesitation pushed his finger in to the second knuckle.
“Fucked myself in the shower.” Every word out of Jungkook was practically a whine as Seokjin worked his magic but he had no shame for his pleasure.
Seokjin hummed and Jungkook caught the way he sounded all too pleased. “What I wouldn’t have paid to see that.”
“Depending on how good you fuck me, it could always be arranged.”
“I’ll aim to please then.”
The second finger Seokjin pushed into him finally had Jungkook feeling that stretch that he loved so much.
“You take it so well,” Seokjin praised and slowly started pumping his fingers, spreading them periodically to slowly open Jungkook up for himself.
“Love it so much. Love the stretch and the pressure.”
“You want to feel the stretch of my cock?”
“oh my-“ Jungkook groaned as Seokjin plunged his fingers deep and and curled them to push against his prostate. “Yes, yes I want you to stretch me open on your cock, please.”
“good boy, asking so nicely.”
It didn't take Seokjin long at all before he checked Jungkook with three fingers, asking how it felt before he pulled them out and looked up at Jungkook wile still firmly holding his ass.
"How do you want it"
Jungkook didn't even hesitate before he confidently spoke. "Let me ride you"
Seokjin let out a strained breath. "Fuck, yes, go on, show me how good you can take it." Then he shuffled down a bit so that he was leaning into the couch and his cock was placed directly underneath Jungkook and murmured quiet praises as Jungkook slowly began to lower himself down to where Seokjin was holding his cock steady.
Jungkook couldn’t believe how heated he already was, his skin flushed and sweaty in a way he usually only was after he had had sex but the way his body reacted to Seokjin was something different. He felt hungry, starved for touch and pleasure and he felt himself clenching helplessly as he lowered himself down, desperate to be filled, stretched, fucked open.
The first blunt pressure of cock against this hole made Jungkook moan open mouthed, his breath heavy. He bore down and held himself open with his hands on his butt. It was almost too much and Jungkook lost himself in the feeling as he rose again before sinking down just a bit further than before, inching Seokjin’s cock into himself slowly, one small bounce at a time.
Seokjin sat up straighter as Jungkook grabbed him by the shoulders. Jungkook couldn’t help but feel thankful for the reassuring feeling of Seokjin’s hands back on his hips, guiding him as well as holding him close even as he leaned in to suck hickies into the skin on Jungkook’s neck.
“Fuck,” Jungkook groaned. His breathing had picked up considerably and the stretch almost hurt but it felt so good. Panting, he pulled Seokjin’s hair until he could press their lips together as he finally sat down entirely in Seokjin’s lap, stuffed full to the brim.
“Need a second?” Seokjin asked gently even if his voice was also husky, revealing how affected he was.
Jungkook nodded wordlessly, his lips more so resting against Seokjin’s than actively kissing.
They sat there like that for an indeterminate amount of time, touching, feeling, breathing the same air as they settled in the feeling of being connected.
With each second Jungkook felt as his brain started to make sense once more. The incredible feeling was still there but it was becoming less consuming, and he felt less like he would come in an instant if he were to move even an inch.
Finally, when the feeling of too much bled into a feeling of too little, Jungkook slowly rocked his hips, earing a breathy moan from Seokjin who grabbed him tighter, supporting Jungkook in his careful movements and matching them with careful upwards thrusts.
“You're so big.”
“Don’t say then when you literally take me like it’s nothing.”
“Its not nothing, I'm being split in half here.”
Seokjin kissed Jungkook deeply. “No, my good boy is doing so well, so warm and tight for me.”
“Holy fuck,” The words left Jungkook before he even knew he was speaking and his movements picked up almost automatically, a physical reaction to being called a good boy.
“What a way to discover a new kink,” Jungkook said as he started riding Seokjin in earnest, leaning backwards ever so slightly and putting a hand against Seokjin’s knee to support himself.
“Ah- I’m not complaining, you feel incredible,” Seokjin responded, but Jungkook didn’t hear anything. The new angle had Seokjin’s cock pressing right against Jungkook’s prostate and his entire world narrowed down into the places that connected himself and Seokjin.
The constant drag of Seokjin’s cock as he bounced had a fire burning in his core and the building pressure made Jungkook grab Seokjin harder, wanting to be closer to the incredible source of pleasure.
A steady stream of noise was leaving the both of them each time their bodies came together, and as the coil of pressure in Jungkook got tighter he stopped. As much as he wanted to come, to feel more, he also wanted to last, to drag it out.
“What?” Seokjin instantly asked, out of breath. His hands roamed Jungkook’s body but his hips had stilled when Jungkook did.
“I’m so close,” Jungkook said after a couple of deep breaths. He contemplated wrapping his hand around the base of his weeping cock to help him starve off the edge of his impending orgasm, but he feared that even the smallest touch would set him off.
“Yeah me too,” Seokjin groaned. “I might still come any second to be honest.”
If Jungkook didn’t feel the exact same way he might have laughed but instead he leaned in close, pressing his lips to Seokjin’s shoulder and tasting the sweat that salted his skin. It was addicting, like the rush of a drug, and Jungkook let the tip of his tongue run along the slope of Seokjin’s shoulders.
Seokjin murmured something, repeated it and ran his hands up and down Jungkook’s body, his hands stopping to squeeze Jungkook’s ass and thighs and just as Jungkook sucked a hickey into Seokjin’s pulse point, the grip became burningly tight, causing Jungkook to moan shamelessly and rock forward where he was still sat firmly on Seokjin’s cock. The second the slide in and out of him was back, Jungkook couldn’t stop himself and he clung to Seokjin as he dropped himself down again and again, breathless. He was losing himself so quickly, then suddenly he was being lifted and feeling horribly empty, and in the next second his back hit the couch and his legs were being pushed to his chest, presenting his red and puffy hole to Seokjin who was leaning over him, looking hungry and with his sweaty hair hanging down in front of his eyes.
“Nng,” Jungkook could hardly even moan when Seokjin pushed back in, the penetration feeling so much deeper from how he was practically folded in half. When Seokjin bottomed out Jungkook grabbed his thighs to hold them to his chest, head thrown back and eyes closed. It felt like he was being filled past his limits, like Seokjin’s cock was in his stomach and the way Jungkook was bent had a constant pressure against his prostate, something he hadn’t even thought was possible.
“Fuck me, fuck me hard, please!” Jungkook gasped and just barely caught Seokjin’s response of “yes yes yes,” before he was being pounded into the couch.
The rhythmic slap of skin on skin filled the whole cabin and Jungkook’s cock lay weeping against his stomach, looking an angry shade of red.
“So good, so tight,” Seokjin said between groans, talking out into the air most of all because even if Jungkook heard it, he couldn’t say anything in response, and gripped Jungkook tightly by his hips to pull him into each thrust, impaling him onto his cock.
Jungkook could feel the tightness in his core getting stronger, could feel how his balls were drawing up as his whole body started to tense.
“Fuc-fuck I’m gonna come, I’m gonna come,” Jungkook whined and choked when Seokjin sped up the snap of his hips in response.
“You’re gonna come just from my cock, huh? Or do you need me to touch you baby?”
“Just keep going.”
“Okay, let me just-“ Seokjin tipped Jungkook's hips ever so slightly, and that was it, Jungkook was coming apart.
“fuck!”
“that’s it baby, that’s it. Just let go. Come on my cock.”
“Oh my- I’m – Nnngh!” Jungkook's entire body seized up as he came across his chest, his vision failing him from the sheer power of his orgasm.
Seokjin carefully wrapped Jungkook’s legs around himself, letting Jungkook finally relax entirely as his orgasm rolled through him in waves. “That’s it.” He praised gently, slowly rocking his hips to fuck Jungkook through it. “Can I keep going or do you need me to stop?”
Jungkook crossed his ankles behind Seokjin’s back, taking the question like a threat. “Don’t you dare stop,” he said, breathy and still overcome by how hard he had come.
Seokjin took a deep breath like hearing the words had him coming apart all on their own. Then he tightened his grip on Jungkook anew and nodded quickly before placing a gentle kiss on Jungkook’s collarbone. “Okay, okay kick me if it becomes too much.”
“Yeah just keep going, wanna feel you come.”
Seokjin’s entire body twitched and Jungkook could feel the way Seokjin pressed deeper inside of him. “shit, don’t-“ But Seokjin didn’t keep speaking or Jungkook simply didn’t hear anything else because Seokjin started fucking him in earnest, hips thrusting heavily as he buried himself inside of Jungkook again and again. Jungkook simply let his body take, high on the physical sensation and the way the tingling of his orgasm was being dragged out into endlessness.
Each slap of skin against skin only added to the sensation and while Jungkook knew he couldn’t come again, he felt like he almost was coming, the pain that lingered around the edges of the pleasure making him dizzy as the intensity only heightened with how Seokjin chased his own orgasm with increasing desperation.
Then, with one last piercing thrust, Jungkook felt as Seokjin came inside of him, rolling his hips deeply as if to somehow get closer.
Jungkook was heaving for breath, sweaty and hot all over as Seokjin let his weight settle on top of him like the worlds most attractive weighted blanket with Jungkook’s legs still tightly wrapped around him. They stayed like that for a while, simply breathing and coming down together.
“Oh my god,” Jungkook groaned when he could find his voice again and felt like his head was screwed on just slightly better.
“yeah” Seokjin agreed, sounding equally as wrung out.
“Wow”
“I know”
“huh. That was-“ Jungkook cleared his throat but the words to describe what had just happened didn’t come to him.
“So much better than I expected,” Seokjin added, and Jungkook nodded. It really had been mind blowing.
“Totally.”
“I expected fun but ok sex, this was-“
“Really fucking mind blowing.” Jungkook said. He still felt slightly dizzy.
With a groan, Seokjin lifted himself and Jungkook felt as Seokjin’s softening cock slipped out of him.
Jungkook stayed right where he was. He knew that he should probably get up and clean up the cum that was sure to be slowly dripping out of him but he didn’t trust his legs to work quite yet. Instead, he was pleasantly surprised when Seokjin reached for a blanket and laid it out over his body, keeping him warm as Seokjin himself got up and started to reach for his clothes. Jungkook just watched, contemplating if he should say something but not really feeling a need to. Then, only a few minutes later, there was a knock on the door.
Seokjin turned to look at the entry before he turned to Jungkook with a smile and ran a ran a hand through his hair in an attempt to straighten the sweaty mess.
“That will be my ride.”
Jungkook laughed slightly as he sat and wrapped the blanket tighter around his body. “Dude I’m almost sad to see you go. I wouldn’t mind another round.”
Seokjin laughed, loud and with a bright smile before he picked up his shirt and walked over to Jungkook. “Be good and I'll be back next year with more presents.” Then he kissed Jungkook with such passion that Jungkook nearly swooned, before he winked and walked away.
As Jungkook lay there on the couch, alone once more and still covered in cum, it was safe to say that from that moment on Christmas was officially Jungkook’s favorite Holiday.