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Hoseok checked his watch: eight minutes to the end of ARMY time. Everyone was changed and prettied and taking a moment before wiring up. Jungkook was in a make up chair, staring into space, and it was time to get him ready. Hoseok tapped him on the shoulder and gestured out the door.
Jungkook's eyes flashed into focus. "Oh!" And he hopped up to follow.
Hoseok found a spot in every stadium. Sometimes a closet, sometimes a washroom, sometimes just behind enough equipment in storage. Safe from cameras and people but close enough that Jungkook had keep quiet.
"Position." Hoseok commanded and Jungkook rushed to comply. Facing the wall, legs set wide, fumbling with his belt and pushing his pants down, below his ass.
Hoseok hummed in approval as he approached while pulling on a latex glove. The snap of the glove made Jungkook tense before he leaned forward, hands splayed on the wall and ass jutting out. His Calvins stretched smoothly over his pert glutes and Hoseok took a second to pet over them.
He tugged at the waist band and pulled a packet of lube from his pocket. "Ready, baby?"
Already silent, Jungkook nodded, so Hoseok pulled down the back of his underwear. The elastic cupped each cheek, leaving just enough room in between. Hoseok ripped the lube packet open with his teeth and poured a bit over two gloved fingers. "Good. Now count."
It was a game now, getting Jungkook ready. They didn't have time to get him off, only a couple minutes to prep before running back on stage. Hoseok only gave him enough strokes to get him wet and eager.
Hoseok traced his fingers down Jungkook's crack, leaving a glissening trail down to the furl that tensed at this first light touch. Hoseok tsked, disapproving, and felt Jungkook unclench with a huff.
"That's right, baby," he murmured while slipping a single finger in. It slide in so easily that he almost laughed. He pulled out to add a second, checking to see that yes two of Jungkook's fingers were tucked down against the wall. Hoseok scissored his fingers against the ring of muscle, making just a bit of space between them, and pulled out and in again, out and in, palm now facing up.
"Tilt back for me, baby."
Jungkook curled his spine, focused and compliant, making an offering of his hole to ease the angle on Hoseok's wrist.
"Perfect. Just perfect." With his other hand, Hoseok dripped the remaining lube between his fingers, letting it glide down and inside. This time, the packet was cold, and a shiver ran up Jungkook's spine, but he was good. He stayed silent and still enough to keep any from spilling. There was no time to change pants.
Hoseok pushed the last drop of the lube down his fingers with his thumb, and traced it gently along Jungkook's rim. "That's it, baby." He pulled out a touch and pressed back, wiggling inside to feel the how deep the liquid had penetrated. Jungkook's shoulder were tensed with the effort to keep unobtrusive.
Hoseok smiled wide. "Good boy, hold it, just a bit more." He pulled out a second lube packet and repeated the careful process of dripping it into Jungkook's hole. His breathing was speeding up, feeling the exposure in this cool storage space. But Hoseok couldn't let him dwell on that. He tensed his forearm to fuck forcefully in, fingers angled deep, and Jungkook let out a tiny grunt each time Hoseok hit home.
Jungkook had lost the count, so Hoseok helped him. "Seven, eight, nine, TEN." Ten strokes were all Jungkook was getting. Immediately, Hoseok withdrew his fingers and pulled off the glove, rolling it inside out for discreet disposal. Jungkook let out whimper but stayed in position. He listened to Hoseok so well. As a reward, Hoseok patted his half chub while pulling the Calvins back up over his ass.
"Let's go, JK. No reason to be late."
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It was so wet in Jungkook's underwear. When they sat for their ments, he felt how more lube had leaked out. He couldn't help squirming but he could cover it by teasing Jin-hyung. They all knew the state he was in, what was making him a little more wild, more desperate for their attention under ARMYs roar.
The whole stadium was singing "Into the sun" as they paraded out, members bouncing off of each other and waving to the crowd. But under the sadness of saying goodbye was a thrum of excitement. Who would take him this time? He'd felt so many hands on stage, fleeting possessive squeezes, and it built up the ache for more.
As the band piled onto their little cart, Jimin slapped him on the ass and pointed at the back. Hoseok was already standing there, hanging off the end, waiting for Jungkook and Jimin to join him. Squeezed between them, Jungkook waved to the dancers and staff, his grin a little too giddy as Taehyung started the cart to drive them through the long empty tunnels underground. The rest of the members were joking and teasing, calling out mistakes and funny moments, but Jungkook was quiet, focused on Hobi's hand squeezing his thigh and Jimin's body heat as he leaned in.
"Were you good for hyung, earlier?"
Jungkook nodded slowly, already in a daze.
"I could tell, baby. You sing so sweet when you're already wet."
Jungkook shivered as Jimin stroked a finger down his cheek.
"I can't wait to feel you, soft and open."
The squeeze on his thigh turned sharp as Hoseok leaned in too. "As long as you wait your turn, Jiminie."
Jungkook clenched uselessly in the mess of his underwear. He loved it when they fought over him, like he was precious, like this was special.
"Tae-ah!" Hobi called out to the front. "We're getting off here. Please tell one of the cars to wait."
They were still in the tunnels, but close enough to the exit to walk their way out. Taehyung stopped the cart and smirked back as Hoseok and Jimin helped Jungkook from the back bench. Jungkook wondered for a second what the rest would get up to, before Jimin's hand pressed into his crack through his jeans.
Jungkook moaned and Jimin tutted. "He's a mess, hyung. A big messy baby."
Hoseok glanced at them over his shades while he opened the service door on the side of the tunnel. He smirked as it opened, and gestured them in. "Looks like we will just have to take care of him."
The door opened on another set of tunnels, concrete and dark with the hum of ventilation systems just out of sight. Hoseok pointed the floor, commanding Jungkook to kneel, to sit like a dog, so he did. At Hoseok's feet, Jungkook settled and opened his mouth.
"Such a good boy." Hoseok crooned as he undid his belt, lowered his fly, and dropped his pants to his thighs. His cock was thickening and Jungkook whined with the need to feel it harden in his mouth.
"OK, Baby, you can have it, get me hard and ready to fuck you good." Hoseok took a half step closer, just enough to place the tip on Jungkook's bottom lip. Jungkook exhaled with relief to close around it. He suckled at it, tracing the head with his tongue before leaning forward for more.
Jimin had stepped in behind him, fingers running lightly through his hair as he bobbed on Hoseok's dick. Little fingers traced down to his neck, feeling his jaw open to take all of Hoseok at once, and sliding down to press at his throat. "Good Gookie, taking hyung so deep."
Jungkook was caught between their bodies, mouth and throat full as he heard them kissing overhead. His own dick was so hard, so ready, but there was a calm too as he started to choke around Hoseok's tip. When Hoseok pulled out, he was grateful for the air but a little disappointed until little hands reach around his waist to unbotton his jeans. Jimin didn't touch, just pulled them down while leaving the Calvins in place. He could feel the coolness of the room through the exposed wetness. Good thing he was taking these home.
There was a push on his shoulders. "All fours, baby." and they circled him while he settled. Jimin dropped in front of him, petting his face as he heard the crinkle of a condom wrapper behind. Then Hoseok was pulling down the back of his underwear to witness how much Jungkook had let leak. He whined in shame, it wasn't his fault, it was always so messy.
"Shhh! Shhhh, baby, it's OK." Jimin soothed as Hoseok pet his back. "We know we know you tried. And hyung will still like it."
The tip of Hoseok's dick was sliding, teasing over his clenched hole. "Let me in, baby. Don't make me wait."
Jungkook exhaled carefully, pushing out as Hoseok pressed in. The breach was a lot, even just an hour after the fingering, but the stretch felt so good. He moaned at finally being full, and Hoseok grunted in turn. "It's so tight, Jimin. Our good boy is the best."
And then Hoseok grabbed him by the hips and was fucking him. The strokes were varied. Short and long, slow and hard, keeping him guessing while making him sing. Jungkook lost control of his voice, getting higher and louder as Hoseok shifted to hit his prostate.
"Shut him up, Jimin." was all the warning he got before Jimin's cock was in his face, slipping into his open mouth to make him moan and hum instead of wailing. Tears were leaking from his eyes but Jungkook closed around this new toy to mouth and hold in reverent pleasure.
"That's it baby, taking it so well." He loved Jimin. He loved Jimin's dick, pressing down his tongue while Hoseok ruthlessly hammered his ass, chasing his own climax instead of stretching it out. Jungkook hummed in gratitude as Hoseok stilled inside him, panting over his back. "Fuck, Googie, baby. I needed that."
And then Jungkook was emptied as both hyung pulled out. He ached inside and out for more, for his own climax, but he knew to stay still as they rearranged around him.
"You want one?" Offered Hoseok.
"Nah. He can take it."
Hoseok laughed and knelt by Jungkook's side. "Did you hear that, baby? Jiminie wants to add to your mess. And I bet you do too." Finally, a finger traced over Jungkook's straining cock, through the front of his Calvins and Hoseok laughed again. "He's like two strokes from busting."
Jimin hummed as he traced Jungkook's hole delicately. "Let's make him wait a little longer."
And then another hot cock was pushing into Jungkook's hole. This one slipped in easily, all resistence worn away, and Jimin moaned in satisfaction. "Hyung, he's so soft and wet and open. Fuck, second turn raw is the best."
Hoseok was matching Jimin's stroke with that same single finger running along the underside of Jungkook's cock. It was maddeningly gentle, so far from enough, and Jungkook was panting with overwhelming need. Then Jimin kicked it up, making their bodies slap hard and Jungkook felt it, the wave of his orgasm looming.
"Please!" he cried, his first word since they left the stage. "Please, hyungs! Please!"
Hoseok's hand snuck over his waistband to finally wrap around his dick and Jungkook sobbed as Jimin's thrusts pushed him into that fist, his own precum easing the way. Pleasure reverberated through him.
"That's it, baby," Hoseok murmured over the sound of bodies. "Come now for hyungs."
And that's all it took for his orgasm to crash over him. He whined and gasped as his body clenched, pleasure spiralling. Hoseok milked his dick, directing every drop to stay inside his underwear, a new puddle in the front to match the rest. Jimin cursed behind him, out of breath, as he pulsed too, more mess inside for Jungkook to hold onto.
Jungkook whined a last time as his body turned sensitive and his hyungs carefully detatched and gave him space.
He could hear them distantly, cleaning and zipping up, murmuring above him. Then Jimin was petting his cheek, calling him back. "Hey baby." Jungkook focused on Jimin's smile. "Hoseok wants to know if you want to change, or keep your mess?"
Jungkook shoulders hunched.
"OK, OK. We'll get you cleaned up."
Other hands eased off his Calvins, lightly wiping him down, and then Jimin helped him stand, keeping him steady as Hoseok maneuvered him into soft sweats. And then he was being sandwiched, warm arms around him and kisses on his neck.
"You were delicious tonight, Jungkook-ah." Hoseok purred into his ear. "Thank you for serving us so well."
"Just perfect," Jimin added. "On and off stage."
Jungkook sighed into their shared warmth, tucking his head into Jimin's shoulder, and hummed, content.