Satiation 2/2
A/N: LJ said my post was too long, so this is part 2. Read Part 1 here.
Jungkook remembers only moving a little to make room for Namjoon-hyung and Seokjin-hyung in their bed. He wakes up hot and confused and terrified before remembering where he is. He wakes up to darkness.
But not silence. Or stillness.
There are soft gasps near his ear and the bed below him is moving.
Jungkook blinks, still slow and sleepy. He curls up a little tighter with the blanket.
“Namjoon, Namjoon, please, please, please. Faster.”
“Hush. You’ll wake Jungkook up.”
The soft whispers permeate Jungkook’s haze of sleep and he turns his head and then his body. He’s on the very edge of the bed. And the other ... the others are on the other side of the bed, but not sleeping. Definitely not sleeping.
They’d thrown off the blankets, right onto Jungkook which is why he is so hot. No clothes. They aren’t wearing clothes.
Namjoon-hyung has Seokjin-hyung pinned below him, one of Seokjin’s long legs is wrapped around his waist and the other is in Namjoon-hyung’s firm grip, just behind his knee. He’s bent that leg toward Seokjin-hyung’s chest, and he’s moving, thrusts firm and sharp.
Now that Jungkook is awake, he can hear the wet slide of Namjoon-hyung’s dick inside Seokjin-hyung’s body. He can hear the creaking of the bed. He can hear Soekjin-hyung’s soft moans.
“Good morning, sweetheart,” Namjoon-hyung says, voice breathless.
Jungkook’s gaze snaps up to his, and Namjoon-hyung smiles. “Did Seokjin wake you? He was supposed to be quiet.”
Seokjin-hyung whines. “S-sorry, sweetpea.”
“It’s okay, hyung.” Jungkook wraps the blankets tighter around himself. He watches Seokjin-hyung’s face. He looks so happy, so pleasured. Jungkook tries to remember if he ever looked like that during sex. Maybe before prison.
“Okay?” Seokjin-hyung asks.
Jungkook isn’t sure if Seokjin-hyung is asking if he’s okay or if it’s okay that they are having sex near him. It doesn’t matter. The answer is the same.
Jungkook smiles and nods. “I’m okay, hyung. It’s okay.”
“Thank god,” Seokjin-hyung says. “I’d be so mad if Namjoon stopped right now.”
“You mean like this,” Namjoon-hyung says and stills his hips, completely buried inside Soekjin -hyung’s body.
Seokjin-hyung whines. “You bastard. Move.”
Namjoon-hyung chuckles and trails a hand down Seokjin-hyung’s chest to his hard dick. He slowly pumps his hand and Seokjin-hyung shivers, precome splattering on his stomach.
“Move. Please. Love. Move.”
Namjoon-hyung doesn’t. “Love to feel you clench so tightly around me.”
Seokji-hyung groans in annoyance and that makes Jungkook giggle. He covers his mouth with the long sleeves of the sweater and only blushes a little when Seokjin-hyung looks over at him. He reaches and Jungkook doesn’t stop him, eyes fluttering shut as Seokjin-hyung cups his cheek.
“Pretty baby,” Seokjin-hyung whispers.
Namjoon-hyung doesn’t pull out of him but starts rolling his hips to move inside him. Seokjin-hyung’s eyes flutter shut and his hand slips.
Jungkook whines and chases it, lips wrapping around his fingertip. Soekjin-hyung smiles through his pleasure and lets Jungkook suck at his fingers. Two of them at first and then three.
“Pretty,” Namjoon-hyung echoes and finally starts moving again.
Seokjin-hyung moans in appreciation. "So good, baby."
Jungkook moves closer, cradling Seokjin-hyung's elbow and upper arm. He relaxes and Jungkook moves himself, taking him by the wrist, pumping his fingers in and out of his mouth.
Seokjin-hyung's moans grow, his breath short and broken.
"Come, love," Namjoon-hyung demands,a firm grip on Seokjin-hyung's dick. "Come."
Jungkook watches, unconsciously sucking harder, as Seokjin-hyung winds up and snaps. His body tenses, muscles twitching, his legs tighten around Namjoon-hyung. He throws his head back, his fingers in Jungkook's mouth grip, hook on his teeth and he pulls Jungkook toward him. Jungkook follows the painful pull, tastes blood, and whines.
Seokjin-hyung shudders as he comes, his moans turning to curses when he covers his chest in come.
"Finally," Namjoon-hyung growls and speeds up, gripping behind both his knees and spreading his legs almost impossibly wide.
Seokjin-hyung continues to whimper, wraps a hand around himself and strokes as fast as he can. Namjoon-hyung glares at him, smacking his thigh, but doesn't stop. More come splatters from his dick and Seokjin-hyung collapses with a loud cry, echoed by Namjoon-hyung as his hips still for a moment and then he rushes for his release inside his lover.
Their heavy breaths are the only sounds for a long time.
Jungkook swallows around the finger still in his mouth.
Seokjin-hyung smiles over at him and then frowns. He pulls his finger away despite Jungkook’s noise of protest. He wipes his finger on the corner of Jungkook's moth. The top is red with blood. Jungkook smiles.
"I hurt you."
Jungkook shakes his head. "It didn't hurt, hyung. It's ok." He sucks the finger back in his mouth. Seokjin-hyung huffs but lets him.
Jungkook smiles and shuffles closer. Seokjin-hyung smiles back and they rearrange until Jungkook is tucked into his side, happily licking at his fingers.
"Do you need to come?" Namjoon-hyung asks.
Jungkook shakes his head. "Nope. Promise. Nice to just watch," he mumbles.
Namjoon-hyung leans down and kisses him, softy sucking at his split lip. "Clean up is my least favorite part," Namjoon-hyung says.
"You topped, you clean up," Seokjin-hyung says with a laugh.
Namjoon-hyung grumbles, mouth opening with a soft sigh as he pulls out. He still looks so hard.
Jungkook shuts his eyes. He tries to imagine Namjoon-hyung doing that to him, Namjoon-hyung instead of the others, but he ... His breathing speeds up and he sucks a little harder on Seokjin-hyung fingers.
"You okay?"
Jungkook shakes his head but says nothing else, willing his body to relax.
Seokjin-hyung coos at him, running his hands through Jungkook's hair. He talks about how sweet Jungkook is, how cute, how soft his hair is, how much he likes him. Soft whispers until Jungkook calms down and he can breathe again.
"Don't wanna hate it," Jungkook murmurs.
"Hate what, Kook-ie?"
"Sex. I-I-I want to ... l-like it and b-be with you but I don't wanna have sex and I want touches but not -"
"Shh baby, shh. It's okay if you don't want it. We can do whatever you want. You can be with us without having sex."
Jungkook pouts but doesn't disagree. They won't want to keep him long if he doesn't have sex with them. That's the only reason Seunghyun-shi kept him around before prison.
Namjoon-hyung cleans them up with a wet towel. Jungkook stays snuggled next to Seokjin-hyung until Namjoon-hyung is dressed and holding out a pair of breeches.
"Did you want to come out to the farm with me?"
Jungkook's eyes widen and he lets go if Seokjin-hyung's fingers with a gap. "I forgot. Yes. Yes, please, hyungs."
"Aigoo, so cute." He tweaks Jungkook's nose. *Get up, let's go." Jungkook's legs wobble. He's only a little sore but nothing he can't handle. He stands up and Namjoon-hyung kneels at his feet to help him with the pants and then a pair of socks.
He's able to get down the ladder by himself, and he wears Seokjin-hyung's boots.
"Don't go back to sleep," Namjoon-hyung shouts up at Seokjin-hyung. "We want breakfast."
"Make your own dann breakfast!"
"Love you!"
"Love your dick! "
Namjoon-hyung smiles at Jungkook and leads the way outside.
The farm is gorgeous in the daylight. The morning sun sparkles on the dew-covered fields. Birds chip. The sky is slowly turning blue, and white clouds dance above. The wind is blowing a little bit, and Namjoon-hyung smiles up at the sky and says it will rain soon.
Namjoon-hyung leads him to the chicken coop. "I collect eggs first so Seokjin has enough for breakfast, not all the hens lay each night but missing one means one less egg."
He shows Jungkook how to slip a hand under a hen to get an egg without getting pecked and sets it into a basket.
Then they go to the barn to turn the horses out into the paddock to feed. "Ever ride a horse?"
"A long time ago."
"I let them eat first and then after breakfast, I take them out to herd the cows and sheep later. One day, I’ll take you with me."
Namjoon-hyung shows him how to milk one of the two heifers he has. The other one has a calf that is still feeding, so he leaves that one’s milk for the baby. Jungkook falls in love with the calf, letting it lick his face. Namjoon-hyung coos at him the same way that Jungkook coos at the calf, and he blushes bright pink.
They feed the pigs next and then the dogs.
"Farming is hard work," Namjoon-hyung says while hefting a bale of hay onto a wooden ledge inside the barn. "Don't tire yourself out."
But Jungkook does because he wants to help. He lifts the bales up into the loft from the ledge and helps Namjoon-hyung lug firewood closer to the house.
They go back to the house for breakfast with fresh eggs, milk and some berries that grow at the edge of the woods. The cream of the milk goes into the porridge, the rest of the milk is portioned out for later in the day.
There are only two chairs at the table. Jungkook is sure that Seokjin-hyung means for him to sit on one, but he doesn’t want to. He waits until Namjoon-hyung takes his place then he sits at his feet and leans against his thigh.
"Sweetheart, you can sit in the chair."
"Don't wanna." He opens his mouth.
Namjoon-hyung huffs in amusement. But he settles two fingers against his tongue. Like before, Jungkook keeps his mouth open until Namjoon-hyung tells him that he can suck on them.
Seokjin-hyung sets the table with their breakfast. Jungkook is hungry but he waits until Namjoon-hyung removes his fingers and replaces them with a spoonful of the sweat and earthy porridge. He gives him a bit of ham and bread dipped in egg yolk. And then some fruit and more porridge. It is all washed down with warm milk flavored with fruit juices.
"Such a good boy," Seokjin-hyung says and pets his hair. "All full?"
He nods.
"Good. You got to see part of what Namjoon does everyday. Do you want to go with him to the pastures or stay with me in the gardens."
"He hasn't ridden before," Namjoon-hyung says. “His first ride isn't going to be that long.”
“The gardens, it is.”
Jungkook doesn’t like weeding. Not at all. It is boring and he doesn’t understand why one plant is good and one is bad. But he follows Seokjin-hyung's commands and tries not to huff and he carries the heavy basket of vegetables and fruit to their pantry building without complaint.
Afterward, Seokjin-hyung shows him how to cut vegetables for their stew.
"Namjoon-ah will be back for lunch soon. Are you tired, do you want a nap?"
Jungkook hadn't felt tired until he asked, and his muscles kind of ache.
"Will you nap with me?"
Seokjin-hyung shakes his head. "I have to patch up some of Namjoons clothes. He destroys everything and I can't trust him not to stab himself with a sewing needle."
Jungkook covers his mouth with a laugh.
"Go on upstairs. I will wake you when he gets back."
Jungkook frowns. "Can I stay down here?"
Seokjin-hyung looks like he might argue, but he nods. He leads him into the open sitting room.
"You can sit in Namjoon’s chair."
It's a big chair with soft cushions. Jungkook sags into it with a content noise.
Seokjin-hyung retrieves a knitted blanket from a chest and throws it over him. It smells of cedar and firewood.
"Just rest," Seokjin-hyung says and ruffles his hair.
Jungkook smiles as he curls up with the blanket. Seokjin-hyung moves to the other chair. He sits down, pulling heavy cloth from a basket at his feet. Jungkook watches him sew. His eyes are heavy, but he can't settle. He shifts around, but then he can't see Seokjin-hyung and he wants to see him. He shifts back. The chair is really comfortable and the room is warm. Jungkook doesn't understand why he can’t sleep at first.
He wants to be touched, he realizes, needs it, needs a hand in his hair or on his skin, but he doesn't want to interrupt Seokjin-hyung's work. But he can hold part of him, his leg really, and stay out of the way. He gathers the blanket around himself and falls to his knees.
Seokjin-hyung looks up in concern. "Jungkook?"
He doesn't reply because he doesn't want to be told no. He crawls over to his chair, wraps up in the blanket and lays down with his head near Seokjin-hyung's foot.
Seokjin-hyung chuckles and reaches down to pet his hair. "You don't need to do this, but I can tell you want to." He moves his foot so it's under Jungkook's head.
Jungkook curls his arm around Seokjin-hyung's leg with a happy noise. He pulls the pant leg up enough to get his mouth on the skin stretched over the bone of his ankle. He sucks, just once and then leaves his mouth open and relaxes.
Namjoon-hyung wakes him with gentle touches on his face and soft kisses on his lips.
Jungkook doesn't freak out this time when he wakes up because he knows right where he is, right where he belongs, and he is so very happy.
--- 3-ish months later ---
Time is a weird thing. In prison, it dragged, days blended into orgasms, and the nights never ended.
On the farm, with Seokjin-hyung and Namjoon-hyung, time passes quickly.
Winter blankets their world after a rush of preparations, harvest, wood splitting, curing meat, and buying the needed supplies and clothes for Jungkook. He worries that his hyungs are worrying too much about him, and they are working too hard for him to survive the winter. When he brings it up, Seokjin-hyung gives him a sharp look and that's the end of that. They will be fine.
Jungkook is nervous the first time he goes for supplies to the closest town with Namjoon-hyung. He doesn't want to be taken back to prison, but no one looks at him twice, or they do, but Namjoon-hyung assures him that it’s because Jungkook is gorgeous. He does learn on that trip after seeing the date in the supply store that he is now twenty-one. He'd been in prison for more than two years.
Almost three years of his life. He was sad and upset, clinging to Namjoon-hyung and Seokjin-hyung for the rest of that week, whining when he was left alone or he had nothing to suck on. But they reassured him with kisses, touches, soft words, and food. So much food.
He always ate so much food, more than he had in his life, and he knew that part of it was because Namjoon-hyung and Seokjin-hyung loved to feed him from their fingers, and he loved to kneel for them, open his mouth and take whatever they offered and suck on their fingers.
Jungkook grew into himself, and with the farm work, his muscles grew into him, his shoulders and chest strengthed, his waist staying tiny, his thighs almost as muscular as Namjoon-hyung’s.
The morning after the first real snow storm finds Jungkook out playing in it without proper clothes. He’d just thrown on a scarf and hadn’t laced his boots and just ran out to play in the deep banks of snow. Namjin-hyungs are on the porch telling him to come back inside.
Jungkook doesn't want to, but the snow is really cold, the air crisp against his face.
"Jeon Jungkook," Seokjin-hyung says sharply. "You get in this house right now or I will make you sit in a chair and eat by yourself."
Jungkook loses his balance and topples headfirst into a snowbank. He can hear Seokjin-hyung counting. No no no no no no.
He tries to get up and stumbles more, getting tangled up in his scarf. When Jungkook hears “five,” he sinks into the snow with a cry of frustration.
It’s silent from the house and he looks overt to see the porch empty. He can't get up and crawls through the deep snow.
"Get those wet clothes off before you come inside," Seokjin-hyung says, his voice empty.
Jungkook shakes as he strips, all the way down to his under clothes. He stands naked, shivering on the front porch before the cold drives away his nerves and he hurries inside. The fire burns bright in the main room, and the cold retreats as Jungkook shuts the door. He stays by the door, rubbing his arms.
"I'm sorry," Jungkook tries.
Seokjin-hyung lifts an eyebrow and points to Namjoon-hyung’s empty chair. Namjoon-hyung is rooting around in the loft. Jungkook sighs and sits down. He tries to apologize again.
Seokjin-hyung ignores him and eats his warm porridge.
Shaking, Jungkook picks up the spoon and eats. Tears well in his eyes and he starts crying after swallowing the first bite. He can't eat after that, and drops his head in his arms. He is still shivering. A blanket drapes over his shoulders, but he doesn't curl it around himself. He deserves to be cold.
"Eat your food," Namjoon-hyung says and tugs on his hair.
Jungkook takes a deep breath and obeys. Mostly. He is shaking, so he spills some on the table.
Namjoon-hyung leans against the counter to eat and Jungkook tries not to think about kneeling at his feet with his mouth open.
Breakfast is quiet aside from Jungkook’s sniffles.
When he is done eating, Seokjin-hyung tells Jungkook to go to the middle of the room and wait. Gratefully, Jungkook sinks to the floor and crawls. The blanket slides from his body and he hears two quick inhales. He flushes, from the warmth, not from their gazes, not from how much they obviously want him.
Jungkook moves to the middle of the room, kneels on his square pillow and puts his hands on top of his head, like he was told to whenever he did something bad. He faces the fire, his front now warm, his back still chilled from his time outside. He shivers.
Time. Such a fickle thing. It passes slowly now.
Jungkook shifts on his knees.
He watches the flames dance. There are whispers behind him but he doesn’t try to listen to them.
His arms ache. His knees throb. But that is nothing to how tight his chest feels. How upset he is that he wasn’t able to obey.
When fingers finally touch his arm, he gasps and jerks, almost falling forward.
“Come here,” Soekjin-hyung says and tugs on his elbow.
Jungkook has to blink away the glare from the fire to look up at him. He sits on his chair and Jungkook shimmies over to him. He pats his lap and Jungkook sighs, but folds himself over Seokjin-hyung’s knees, placing his hands on the floor.
“Do you need to tell me why you’re in trouble?”
“Disobeyed you, hyung.” Jungkook wants to say more, about how he tried his best to obey, but he knows that if he’d been outside properly dressed to begin with then he would have been able to get into the house when Soekjin-hyung told him too.
Seokjin-hyung hums in agreement.
Jungkook does not like spankings. Not at all. They sting. Especially from Seokjin-hyung. Namjoon-hyung’s hand has weight, and he bruises easily under his hands. But Seokjin-hyung’s just hurt.
The first one pulls a surprised yelp from Jungkook’s throat and he lurches forward. A second one lands in the same spot and Jungkook whimpers. His body tightens, waiting for the next one, and then relaxes when Seokjin-hyung smooths his hand down Jungkook’s ass. He’s crying by the fifth one, and his body sags and gives up being tense by the seventh.
“You’re so strong, sweetpea,” Soekjin-hyung says and grips his sore asscheek. “So strong.” His hand sweeps down his thigh and curls between his legs.
Jungkook’s breath quickens and he shuts his eyes tight in anticipation. Seokjin-hyung does touch him, cups his balls and soft cock in his large hand and squeezes.
Jungkook waits to hate it. It ... It isn’t horrible, but he doesn’t want that.
It’s a quick squeeze and then his hand is gone, back to his thigh, back to his ass.
“Five more,” Seokjin-hyung says.
Jungkook whimpers. His ass really hurts. His skin is burning. But he doesn’t complain. He has no idea how many he’s already taken, so five more is fine. They really hurt. It all really hurts and he doesn’t even know he’s crying, he’s been crying. When Seokjin-hyung finishes, he carefully pulls Jungkook into his lap until Jungkook is straddling him with his knees pressed against the edge of the chair.
Seokjin-hyung runs his hands up and down Jungkook’s waist and down his ass and the back of his thighs.
“Gorgeous,” Namjoon-hyung says and Jungkook flushes. He didn’t know that Namjoon-hyung was even there.
“You are,” Seokjin-hyung says and pulls Jungkook down for a long kiss.
While they’re kissing, Namjoon-hyung moves behind them and takes Jungkook’s arms in his hands, pulling them behind his back. Jungkook moans and holds them there, gripping one of his wrists. Namjoon-hyung cards his fingers through Jungkook’s hair, pulling on it while he and Seokjin-hyung kiss. His other hand sweeps over Jungkook’s shoulders and grips his neck. Seokjin-hyung’s hands move all over the rest of his body.
It feels so good, so good, and Jungkook whines. He doesn't even realize his hips are moving in small circles until Seokjin-hyung pulls away from his mouth and smiles at him.
“What is this, sweetpea?” Seokjin-hyung asks. He trails fingers down Jungkook’s chest.
Jungkook follows them with his blurry gaze and gasps when he sees. He’s ... hard. His dick is so hard.
That hasn’t happened in so long.
He whines and tries to curl into himself to hide it.
Seokjin-hyung laughs. “Cute. Do you want me to touch you?”
Jungkook shakes his head and whines, “No.”
“Okay, baby. I won’t.” Soekjin-hyung leans back up and kisses him. But Jungkook can’t follow the kisses anymore. He’s breathing too fast. Panicking.
And Seokjin-hyung frowns at him, his hands soft on his cheeks. “Baby?”
“Don’t ... don’t want ... don’t ... don’t wanna be hard, hyung.” He ends with a gasping cry.
“Shh,” he says and puts his fingers in Jungkook’s mouth to suck on. “I know you don’t want to. It’s okay. Your body feels good. You feel safe and happy. It’s okay to be hard. It means you feel good. That doesn’t mean you want sex. It doesn’t mean you want to come. It means you feel good.”
Jungkook sucks harshly on the fingers, vision blurring with tears again. He tries to calm down. He sort of does. His dick is soft again, thank god.
Namjoon-hyung presses a kiss to his shoulder. “You know we’ll do what you want, and you don’t want that. So we won’t do that. But Seokjin-hyung is still hard and I kind of want to choke him with my dick.”
Jungkook huffs out a laugh because Namjoon-hyung is always so vulgar.
“Yeah, I kind of want that too.”
Namjoon-hyung growls and pulls Jungkook. He follows the lead and climbs off Soekjin-hyung’s lap. Seokjin-hyung stands up and takes the blanket that was around Jungkook’s shoulders and straightens it out on the floor in front of the fire. Namjoon-hyung grabs another one to throw over it and then takes off his clothes. Seokjin-hyung follows his lead quickly until they’re both naked, standing close together. Firelight dances on their skin and Jungkook inhales and holds his breath. They’re so handsome. So very handsome and he very much wants to be between them. He imagines it for a moment, him kneeling between them while their hard dicks fight for space in his mouth. He whines, embarrassed, and looks away.
Seokjin-hyung drops to his knees first. Namjoon-hyung steps into him, and Seokjin-hyung sucks his dick into his mouth, gripping the back of his thighs. Namjoon-hyung throws his head back and moans. He tangles his hands in Seokjin-hyung’s hair and pulls his head back before thrusting forward. Seokjin-hyung gags and then moans, but doesn’t stop him. It’s rough for a few moments and then Namjoon-hyung pulls his head back and his mouth off his dick. He gets down on his knees and they hug, kiss, and Namjoon takes both their dicks in his hand and strokes.
“You can come closer,” Namjoon-hyung says to Jungkook.
He wants to, but he doesn’t want to. His dick is ... it’s getting hard again, and that scares him because he doesn’t want to be hard.
They continue to kiss before Seokjin-hyung moves his mouth down Namjoon-hyung’s body, down his front, licking and biting at his nipples, dragging his tongue down his strong stomach. Namjoon-hyung moans with every new mark that Seokjin-hyung leaves. He ends up on his hands and knees and takes Namjoon-hyung’s thick cock back into his mouth.
Namjoon-hyung sighs, caressing his cheeks before gripping his hair again and thrusting forward. Seokjin-hyung gags.
Jungkook knows that he wouldn’t gag. He would be able to take all of Namjoon-hyung’s dick down his throat. But ... but he doesn’t want that.
His skin is aching though, his chest tight, and his mouth is open in desperate pants because there’s nothing to fill it, nothing to suck on to reassure himself that he is okay. His dick hurts and he hates it.
He shuffles closer because they said he could. He doesn’t want to interrupt, but god he wants something in his mouth. Maybe Namjoon-hyung’s fingers.
When he is close enough, it isn’t his fingers that Jungkook focuses on. It’s his dick. He has a really big one, bigger than almost all the ones that Jungkook had seen in prison. Spit is shimmering on it, dripping to the floor from Seokjin-hyung’s mouth. Only about half of it is pushing in and out of Seokjin-hyung’s mouth.
Jungkook bites his lip. He jerks when Namjoon-hyung touches his face.
“Sweetheart?” He slides his fingers toward his mouth, and Jungkook turns away.
Namjoon-hyung says the pet name again, this time in concern.
Jungkook doesn’t want to say it. Doesn’t want to ask. But he’s a good boy and good boys ask for permission.
“Can I ...” Jungkook whines and gestures to his dick.
“Can you what?”
“Just ... want to ...” He whines loudly and tries to move to where Seokjin-hyung’s mouth is.
“We don’t want to hurt you,” Namjoon-hyung says, breathless. “Say what you want so I don’t assume.”
Jungkook knows he’s right, so he tries his best and manages to say, “Dick. Want it in my mouth.”
Namjoon-hyung groans and Seokjin-hyung groans and Jungkook blushes a brighter red.
Namjoon-hyung yanks Seokjin-hyung off him with a growl and strokes his own dick. Jungkook watches, eyes wide.
“You don’t have to,” Seokjin-hyung says, his voice rough, and Jungkook knows that, but he ... he really wants to.
He leans forward with his mouth open and he misses the head because he shut his eyes and his mouth touches the thick shaft first. It’s still wet with Seokjin-hyung’s spit and tastes salty and warm, and he tries to remember to breathe because it’s been so long since he’s had a dick anywhere near his mouth.
Namjoon-hyung cups his cheek and directs his mouth to the head, and Jungkook whines when it enters his mouth. He closes his lips around it and takes too much and gags and then breathes, mouth open, and does it again. Takes more. And then more. It stretches his lips wide and gags him with almost every thrust. And Namjoon-hyung is thrusting, slow pulses of his hips that keep Jungkook’s mouth so full..
Jungkook’s head swims, but he’s very aware of everything all of a sudden. The soft blanket under his hands and knees. The firm grip of Namjoon-hyung’s hands in his hair. The powerful way he pulls and pushes Jungkook up and down his dick. And the way that Seokjin-hyung’s hands are on his sore ass, the skin stinging from his spanking. But his dick isn’t hard. Not anymore.
He relaxes after realizing that. This is all he needed, something in his mouth to calm himself down. And he remembers how to breathe around a dick in his throat. He remembers how to relax and take it.
Namjoon-hyung’s stomach presses to his nose, the hair around his dick tickling his face. Namjoon-hyung moans deeply and pulls almost all the way out before sliding right back down to the hilt.
Jungkook doesn’t gag, feels how far he goes, feels how much he stretches where things aren’t really supposed to be. Everything is wet, and Jungkook sighs and just takes it. His back bows toward the floor, ass perking up, and he only startles a little bit when Seokjin-hyung kisses his ass, mouth instead of hands on the sore skin. It feels good though, so he doesn’t stop it.
Namjoon-hyung’s curses and praises are muffled in Jungkook’s ears. He barely notices when Namjoon-hyung speeds up, when his thrusts are so strong that he has to be careful not to bloody Jungkook’s nose when his face meets his body. Each thrust pushes his dick into Jungkook’s throat and Jungkook leans a certain way to take a bit more into his throat.
Shit, shit, shit,” Namjoon-hyung pants and then his dick is gone and Jungkook whines, mouth open trying to get it back inside.
Come splatters all over his face, into his open mouth, across his cheeks and nose. Luckily he has his eyes shut.
Namjoon-hyung gasps and his hand tightens in Jungkook’s hair and he thrusts his dick back into his mouth, spilling the last few drops deep into and down Jungkook’s throat. He doesn’t gag even when Namjoon-hyung leaves his hard dick down there while it pulses through the last of his orgasm.
Jungkook is lost for a moment, lost and tired, and then there’s another gasp behind him and more come splatters on his ass and thighs.
There is a brief moment of stillness, of nothing but harsh breaths steadying, and Jungkook realizes that he isn’t really breathing, so he pulls away, gags as Namjoon-hyung’s dick clings to his throat for a moment and then slides free. Jungkook takes a deep breath and promptly bursts into tears.
“Sweetheart!”
There are fingers on his dirty face, hands on his chest and someone is trying to hug him, but he falls and curls up onto the floor, hiding from them, hiding from what they did to him. He didn’t ... he didn’t want that. He just wanted something in his mouth!
He cries so hard, flinching at their touches, flinching harder at the wet cloth wiping his body.
“Let me clean your face,” Seokjin-hyung whispers.
Jungkook hears him, staying hidden for a little longer and then turns. Tears are falling from his face and it’s so dirty, he can feel the come drying, feel it clump on his cheeks and his eyelashes. Seokjin-hyung coos at him in concern, but starts wiping at his face. Namjoon-hyung brings another clean towel and Seokjin-hyung uses that one until Jungkook is free of come. Free of their ... their ...
Jungkook cries and hides behind his hands.
“Sweetpea, we’re sorry,” Seokjin-hyung says. “We’re so sorry. We got caught up in having you between us and we’re sorry. Hyungs are sorry.”
Jungkook whines and doesn’t flinch away when Namjoon-hyung pulls him against his chest. Both of them hug him and touch him.
“Kook-ie is sorry too,” Jungkook whispers.
“No, baby. No, you have nothing to be sorry about.”
Jungkook shakes his head. “Wanted ... wanted something in my mouth, something bigger than fingers and ... should have stopped, should have not wanted--”
Namjoon-hyung hushes him. “It isn’t your fault. It’s my fault. I should have stopped. You weren’t in control, but I was. Well, sort of. Your mouth and throat felt so good on my dick, sweetheart. God, I can’t believe that you can take all of me into your throat. It’s my fault for getting lost in that and not caring about what you wanted. I shouldn’t have come like that.”
Jungkook swallows roughly. He can still taste it. A taste that used to make him sick, but ... but it’s Namjoon-hyung’s come. He isn’t going to make himself throw up, not like he used to do. He snuggles against Namjoon-hyung’s chest.
“Hyungs?”
“What, sweetheart?”
“I ... I don’t know what I want.”
“That’s okay,” Seokjin-hyung says. “We’ll try to be better at asking. Here. Drink.”
Jungkook pushes up and drinks the water Seokjin-hyung offers.
“Good boy. Do you want to get up?”
Jungkook shakes his head and returns to Namjoon-hyung’s chest. His ass hurts. His chest hurts. He’s still crying a little.
“Do you want to suck on my fingers?” Namjoon-hyung trails a fingertip over his lips.
Jungkook’s first instinct is to say yes, open his mouth, and suck on them, but ... but ... he pulls away, bites his lip, and looks down at Namjoon-hyung’s dick. Even soft, it’s pretty big, and it twitches as Jungkook looks.
“You want to suck on my dick? Baby, that’s--”
Jungkook shakes his head. He doesn’t want it like that, not to make him come. “Just want it in my mouth.”
Namjoon-hyung takes a deep breath. “I can’t guarantee you that I won’t get hard.”
“”S’okay,” Jungkook says and shifts down between his legs. He rests his head on Namjoon-hyung’s upper thigh, moves his mouth and sucks his dick into his mouth. Namjoon-hyung inhales sharply. A dollop of come seeps from the tip and Jungkook swallows it. He shifts around until he has his arm is around Namjoon’s leg, fingers digging into his strong thigh. He shuts his eyes with a soft whine and relaxes, suckling on his dick.
“Fuck,” Namjoon-hyung gasps.
Sure enough, his dick hardens, and it’s difficult to keep it in his mouth, but Jungkook turns his head to a different angle, lets more of it into his throat, enough that he can still breathe and then he stops, lays back down and makes soft happy noises as he suckles.
Namjoon-hyung’s dick pulses in his mouth.
“That is really hot,” Seokjin-hyung says.
“Fuck, I’m ...”
“Just let him have it. You need to learn self-control anyway.”
Namjoon-hyung curses again.
Fingers card through his hair. Seokjin-hyung’s or Namjoon-hyung’s. Maybe both. He doesn’t care. It feels nice and he lays there, the last few tears fall from his eyes and he suckles, uses his tongue to feel all the ridges of his dick. He really likes fingers, but he loves this more, loves how full his mouth is, loves how Namjoon’s dick pulses under his tongue. A blanket settles over him.
“I’ll go gather the eggs,” Seokjin-hyung says. “Let him rest. The cows can wait just a little longer.”
Jungkook doesn’t fall asleep, but he almost does. His brain stays in a haze of happiness, his eyes shut. He’s so relaxed, so happy.
He isn’t even aware of it, but whenever Namjoon-hyung’s dick starts to soften in his mouth, he whines, sucks it back to hardness and takes a little more into his throat. If he was aware, he would notice how turned on Namjoon-hyung is, how desperate he becomes with every soft suckle. If he was aware, he’d see how Namjoon-hyung bites down on his hand everytime he wants to moan, he’d see how Namjoon-hyung grips his own hair to keep imself from fucking into Jungkook’s mouth until he comes.
But Jungkook is happy and content, buried under the warmth of the blanket, curled up against Namjoon’s strong thigh with his thick dick in his mouth.
If he’d been aware, he would have noticed how quickly Namjoon-hyung moves to another room when Seokjin-hyung says that the chores couldn’t wait anymore. He would have noticed the quick gasps and the wet sounds of a hand on a dick, but Seokjin-hyung is kissing him, Seokjin-hyung is running his hands over his body to keep him calm after losing his sucking toy.
He doesn’t notice, but there is a smirk on Seokjin’s lips that when Jungkook’s head has cleared and he finds himself lying upstairs in the bed, Jungkook realizes meant that Namjoon-hyung had been in the kitchen frantically jerking himself off after being inside Jungkook’s mouth for almost an hour.
Jungkook lets himself think about that. He thinks about it for a long time, and knows that Namjoon-hyung liked that almost as much as he did, but for different reasons. When his dick grows hard thinking of how much Namjoon-hyung liked to be in his mouth, Jungkook doesn’t freak out or try to stop it. He doesn’t touch himself either, just lets himself feel that pleasure, the pleasure that comes from being good for them, and to them.
Jungkook sleeps through lunch, but comes downstairs for dinner. He feels a lot better, a lot more in control of himself. He wears only one of Seokjin-hyung’s long soft sweaters and he doesn’t bother to hide how his dick is half hard and pushing up against it.
Namjoon-hyung sits at the table, and Jungkook falls to his knees to curl up against his leg. He paws at his crotch with a whine, and Namjoon-hyung curses. His fingers fumble for the ties at his pants and he is able to get his dick out. Jungkook shimmies closer, under the table between his legs. He opens his mouth, sucks Namjoon-hyung’s dick all the way down his throat and stops, fingers curled around Namjoon-hyung’s knees. He adjusts as it hardens, gagging a little at the head pressing into his throat.
“Sweetpea, you need to eat.”
Jungkook whines in protest, and Namjoon-hyung curses. Precome pumps into Jungkook’s mouth and he swallows it.
He holds still, Namjoon-hyung’s dick all the way down his throat, for a moment. He swallows around it, gags, pulls up to take a deep breath through his nose and then goes back down, until his nose is pressed to the rough fabric of his pants. He holds that for as long as he can, throat constricting around the length. His head goes light from the lack of breath, and then he starts moving, bobbing his head properly, taking him all the way down then all the way up, over and over again. Namjoon’s fingers tug on his hair and he protests but doesn’t stop him, and Jungkook sucks faster, moaning at how good it feels to be full, to have a dick fill up his mouth.
“Kook-ie, st-stop. Stop, sweetheart.”
Jungkook protests and uses his teeth when Namjoon-hyung tries to pull him away.
“Gonne come, you’re going to make me come.”
Jungkook hums and goes faster and Namjoon-hyung gasps. His dick thickens in Jungkook’s mouth and he takes him all the way down again, holding there until come spurts down his throat and he gags, but doesn't move, feeling it slide into throat, before he pulls up, takes a deep breath and sucks the rest of his release into his mouth. Namjoon-hyung growls in disbelief.
Jungkook waits until he’s done and then pulls up, smiles up at him. There’s come on lips, but he doesn’t care. He kisses the head of Namjoon-hyung’s dick and then moves away, stays under the table and goes to Seokjin-hyung.
“You, too, hyung,” Jungkook says, voice raspy and broken.
Seokjin-hyung’s eyes are wide. He is probably going to protest, but Jungkook puts his hands on his thighs and says, “Please. Please hyung, let Kook-ie suck on your dick too. I want to.”
“Fuck, okay. Yes. You can. Fuck.” He fumbles with his pants. As soon as his dick is out, Jungkook sucks it into his mouth. He isn’t nearly as big as Namjoon-hyung, it doesn’t fit down his throat the same way, but he still likes the way it curves up at the top and slides over the roof of his mouth. He doesn’t last nearly as long as Namjoon-hyung did and he doesn’t bother to try to pull Jungkook away, comes in his mouth. Comes a lot. Much more than Namjoon and it fills his mouth and slips past his lips.
“Don’t swallow, “ Seokjin-hyung says with a gasp. “Not yet.”
It’s hard not to because there’s so much of it, but Jungkook obeys and tries not to gag on it. He waits until Seokjin-hyung is done coming and then pulls off carefully. He settles back on his knees, hands on his own thighs, head tilted back a little to keep the come in his mouth.
“You’re hard,” Seokjin-hyung says in surprise.
Jungkook nods.
“God.” Seokjin-hyung presses a hand to Jungkook’s throat, under his chin, forcing his head back a little bit more. “Open your mouth.”
Jungkook does and Seokjin-hyung dips two fingers into his mouth to play with the load of come in his mouth.
“Remember your first day here, when you spilled porridge all down your chin?”
Jungkook does and he smiles. He closes his mouth and lets the come dribble from his lips.
“Oh, baby,” Seokjin-hyung whispers and spread the come all over his mouth and chin.
Jungkook doesn’t swallow any of it, lets it all dribble from his lips in a mess, a mess that Seokjin-hyung cleans up with his fingers and his mouth and kisses Jungkook while they both swallow his come.
“Do you want hyung to make you come?” Seokjin-hyung whispers.
Jungkook bites his dirty lip and then nods. “I ... I’m scared.”
“I know, sweetpea. But if you don’t want to, you say no. If you don’t like it, you tell me to stop.”
Jungkook nods. “O-okay. O ... Okay.”
It’s been a really, really long time since he has had an orgasm.
Seokjin-hyung helps him stand up and then sits him on the table, pushing at his shoulders until he’s laying flat with his knees bent over the edge.
“Suck on Namjoon’s fingers,” Seokjin-hyung says.
Jungkook tilts his head to the side and opens his mouth. Namjoon-hyung puts three of his long fingers into his throat and Jungkook sucks, eyes shutting. His pinky and thumb tighten around his jaw. The palm of his hand covers his nose a little and Jungkook relaxes. He loves this so much.
Seokjin-hyung runs his hands up Jungkook’s strong thighs, over his hips and under the sweater. He doesn't touch his dick, not yet, touches his skin. Jungkook loves this, too. Seokjin-hyung does this all the time, touches his body while he sucks on Namjoon’s fingers, but it’s different now, it’s so different because Jungkook isn’t ever hard. He isn’t ever so strung tight that he actually wants to come.
“I’m going to suck on you, okay?”
Jungkook nods with a whine.
The first touch of Seokjin-hyung’s mouth has him jerking in surprise, but he doesn’t try to move away. It feels ... it feels good. Wet, slick, and then tight when he sucks. It feels really, really good. Jungkook can’t remember the last time this felt good. But he doesn’t think about it. He doesn’t want to think about it hurting, not wanting it.
He wants it so badly.
So he thinks about Namjoon-hyung’s fingers in his mouth, his other fingers trailing down his throat, pushing softly against his windpipe. He grips the edge of the sweater and whines, shifting on the table top as Seokjin-hyung sucks him closer to his release. The tabletop is harsh against the bruises and sensitive skin of his ass, but Jungkook even loves that. Loves the sting and the tightness and how everything feels like it’s swimming around him.
It doesn’t take long at all, doesn’t take any time before the pressure is too much and he’s jerking up, mouth open in a harsh cry as he comes in Seokjin-hyung’s mouth.
Seokjin-hyung sucks and sucks until it’s almost too sensitive and then lets Jungkook go, leans over the table and opens his mouth above him. Come falls into Jungkook’s mouth, all over Namjoon’s fingers and down his chin. He whines in happiness and swallows while they kiss around Namjoon’s fingers.
“Feel good?” Namjoon-hyung whispers.
Jungkook nods.
“You are such a good boy,” Namjoon-hyung says. “So, so good.”
Jungkook flushes pink and squirms.
Seokjin-hyung stops kissing him and Namjoon-hyung pulls him, and it takes a minute for his limbs to cooperate, but he curls up in Namjoon-hyung’s lap, a strong firm hand on the bruised curve of his ass.
Jungkook sucks at his neck.
“Feel okay? Did you like that?”
Jungkook nods.
“We liked it too.”
Jungkook snorts, because of course they did.
“Brat,” Seokjin-hyung says and kisses his cheek. “Dinner is probably cold.”
“It’s just stew. We can reheat it.”
Seokjin-hyung huffs and mumbles, “What do you mean ‘we’?” before he gets up to put the soup back on the fire.
Namjoon-hyung chuckles and presses a kiss to Jungkook’s forehead. “Happy, sweetheart?”
“Happy,” Jungkook whispers. “Kook-ie is really happy.”
“Good. We only ever want you to be happy.”
Jungkook sits in Namjoon-hyung’s lap until the stew is reheated and then he slithers to the floor. He kneels at Namjoon’s feet and leans his head on his thigh. His dick is still out and Jungkook smiles and licks at the tip with a happy moan. Namjoon-hyung lets him hold his dick in his mouth, not sucking just keeping it warm, until it is his turn to eat. He tugs on Jungkook's hair to lift his mouth off his dick.
Jungkook pouts, but opens his mouth for the spoonful of soup. Seokjin-hyung moves his chair closer, and he follows the soup with a thick chunk of buttered bread. Jungkook smiles and licks the extra butter from his fingers. Namjoon-hyung holds out a chunk of meat, and Jungkook opens his mouth wide for it. He waits until Namjoon-hyung places it on his tongue, tells him to chew and then swallow. Seokjin-hyung calls him a good boy and gives him some vegetables. He licks at the sauce on their fingers between bites and preens when they run their hands through his hair or slip fingers down his neck.
When he has had enough, he lays his head against Seokjin’s thigh, hands curled around his leg. He feels sleepy even though he slept all day. He feels ... he feels good. He feels so good, and the feeling grows when Seokjin trails his hands through Jungkook’s hair, pets him and scratches at his scalp. He is easily shifted to Namjoon-hyung, who takes him by the hair and leads him into the other room. He stays by Namjoon-hyung’s chair while he adds more wood to the fire and then curls up between his legs after he sits.
“Want more,” Jungkook says and pouts up at him.
“I’m not sure if I can handle your mouth on my dick again, sweetheart.”
Jungkook’s pout deepens and he huffs. “Please. I just ... I just want it in my mouth.”
“Is this going to be your new thing, instead of our fingers, you want our dicks?”
“Yes.”
Namjoon sighs.
“Don’t act like that’s a problem!” Seokjin-hyung shouts from the kitchen. “ let him put your dick in his mouth.”
Jungkook smiles at him, eyes scrunching, nose wiggling. “Yes, please, hyung. Let me put your dick in my mouth.”
“Fine.” He sighs again and loosens his pants once again to pull out his dick.
It isn’t hard, but Jungkook doesn’t care. He crowds in closer, leans his head against Namjoon-hyung’s thigh and sucks the head into his mouth. He shifts only a little for a better angle to get more of it into his mouth. He licks at what’s in his mouth for a moment, and then stills, breathes through his nose, and relaxes. It’s almost the same as fingers because it’s there in his mouth. Sometimes they’ll play with his teeth or tongue or try to get him to gag, but Namjoon-hyung’s dick stays put. For a little while. A few soft suckles has it growing again, and Jungkook smiles, satisfied and happy, as it stretches farther into his throat.
Namjoon-hyung sighs, shifts his hips, and makes it easier for Jungkook to hold still and hold him in his throat. He glances up at Namjoon-hyung, who meets his eyes and smiles.
“I know I keep asking this, but I want to be sure. Are you happy, sweetheart?”
Jungkook nods, not wanting to risk his mouth being empty.
“Completely, though? Is there anything you want, anything you feel like you’re lacking or anything you need?”
Jungkook shakes his head and then pops off his dick with a surprised little “Oh.”
“What? What do you need, sweetheart?”
Jungkook looks up at him, biting his lip, and then looks over at Seokjin-hyung in the kitchen. “Do you think I can get both of your dicks in my mouth?”
Namjoon-hyung’s mouth drops open.
Seokjin-hyung cackles from the kitchen.
Jungkook pouts and crosses his arms. “Well, can I?”
“Give me a few minutes and then yes, we’ll see if you can,” Seokjin-hyung says.
Jungkook smiles and nods in satisfaction. He opens his mouth around Namjoon-hyung’s dick. It is much harder than before, probably just the thought of it, and Jungkook doesn’t mind. His hyung are ravenous lovers, as he well knows. Namjoon-hyung has probably thought about Jungkook sucking on both of them, their dicks fighting for space in his mouth. He’s pretty sure he’s heard Seokjin-hyung mention it when he didn't think Jungkook was listening.
“That isn’t really what I meant,” Namjoon-hyung finally says as he traces Jungkook’s stretched lips with his finger, “but short term goals. Okay. We’ll let you try.”
Seokjin-hyung doesn’t take too much longer in the kitchen, and it doesn’t take long for Jungkook to find out the answer.
Yes, he can get both of their dicks into his mouth at once.
.
Jungkook remembers only moving a little to make room for Namjoon-hyung and Seokjin-hyung in their bed. He wakes up hot and confused and terrified before remembering where he is. He wakes up to darkness.
But not silence. Or stillness.
There are soft gasps near his ear and the bed below him is moving.
Jungkook blinks, still slow and sleepy. He curls up a little tighter with the blanket.
“Namjoon, Namjoon, please, please, please. Faster.”
“Hush. You’ll wake Jungkook up.”
The soft whispers permeate Jungkook’s haze of sleep and he turns his head and then his body. He’s on the very edge of the bed. And the other ... the others are on the other side of the bed, but not sleeping. Definitely not sleeping.
They’d thrown off the blankets, right onto Jungkook which is why he is so hot. No clothes. They aren’t wearing clothes.
Namjoon-hyung has Seokjin-hyung pinned below him, one of Seokjin’s long legs is wrapped around his waist and the other is in Namjoon-hyung’s firm grip, just behind his knee. He’s bent that leg toward Seokjin-hyung’s chest, and he’s moving, thrusts firm and sharp.
Now that Jungkook is awake, he can hear the wet slide of Namjoon-hyung’s dick inside Seokjin-hyung’s body. He can hear the creaking of the bed. He can hear Soekjin-hyung’s soft moans.
“Good morning, sweetheart,” Namjoon-hyung says, voice breathless.
Jungkook’s gaze snaps up to his, and Namjoon-hyung smiles. “Did Seokjin wake you? He was supposed to be quiet.”
Seokjin-hyung whines. “S-sorry, sweetpea.”
“It’s okay, hyung.” Jungkook wraps the blankets tighter around himself. He watches Seokjin-hyung’s face. He looks so happy, so pleasured. Jungkook tries to remember if he ever looked like that during sex. Maybe before prison.
“Okay?” Seokjin-hyung asks.
Jungkook isn’t sure if Seokjin-hyung is asking if he’s okay or if it’s okay that they are having sex near him. It doesn’t matter. The answer is the same.
Jungkook smiles and nods. “I’m okay, hyung. It’s okay.”
“Thank god,” Seokjin-hyung says. “I’d be so mad if Namjoon stopped right now.”
“You mean like this,” Namjoon-hyung says and stills his hips, completely buried inside Soekjin -hyung’s body.
Seokjin-hyung whines. “You bastard. Move.”
Namjoon-hyung chuckles and trails a hand down Seokjin-hyung’s chest to his hard dick. He slowly pumps his hand and Seokjin-hyung shivers, precome splattering on his stomach.
“Move. Please. Love. Move.”
Namjoon-hyung doesn’t. “Love to feel you clench so tightly around me.”
Seokji-hyung groans in annoyance and that makes Jungkook giggle. He covers his mouth with the long sleeves of the sweater and only blushes a little when Seokjin-hyung looks over at him. He reaches and Jungkook doesn’t stop him, eyes fluttering shut as Seokjin-hyung cups his cheek.
“Pretty baby,” Seokjin-hyung whispers.
Namjoon-hyung doesn’t pull out of him but starts rolling his hips to move inside him. Seokjin-hyung’s eyes flutter shut and his hand slips.
Jungkook whines and chases it, lips wrapping around his fingertip. Soekjin-hyung smiles through his pleasure and lets Jungkook suck at his fingers. Two of them at first and then three.
“Pretty,” Namjoon-hyung echoes and finally starts moving again.
Seokjin-hyung moans in appreciation. "So good, baby."
Jungkook moves closer, cradling Seokjin-hyung's elbow and upper arm. He relaxes and Jungkook moves himself, taking him by the wrist, pumping his fingers in and out of his mouth.
Seokjin-hyung's moans grow, his breath short and broken.
"Come, love," Namjoon-hyung demands,a firm grip on Seokjin-hyung's dick. "Come."
Jungkook watches, unconsciously sucking harder, as Seokjin-hyung winds up and snaps. His body tenses, muscles twitching, his legs tighten around Namjoon-hyung. He throws his head back, his fingers in Jungkook's mouth grip, hook on his teeth and he pulls Jungkook toward him. Jungkook follows the painful pull, tastes blood, and whines.
Seokjin-hyung shudders as he comes, his moans turning to curses when he covers his chest in come.
"Finally," Namjoon-hyung growls and speeds up, gripping behind both his knees and spreading his legs almost impossibly wide.
Seokjin-hyung continues to whimper, wraps a hand around himself and strokes as fast as he can. Namjoon-hyung glares at him, smacking his thigh, but doesn't stop. More come splatters from his dick and Seokjin-hyung collapses with a loud cry, echoed by Namjoon-hyung as his hips still for a moment and then he rushes for his release inside his lover.
Their heavy breaths are the only sounds for a long time.
Jungkook swallows around the finger still in his mouth.
Seokjin-hyung smiles over at him and then frowns. He pulls his finger away despite Jungkook’s noise of protest. He wipes his finger on the corner of Jungkook's moth. The top is red with blood. Jungkook smiles.
"I hurt you."
Jungkook shakes his head. "It didn't hurt, hyung. It's ok." He sucks the finger back in his mouth. Seokjin-hyung huffs but lets him.
Jungkook smiles and shuffles closer. Seokjin-hyung smiles back and they rearrange until Jungkook is tucked into his side, happily licking at his fingers.
"Do you need to come?" Namjoon-hyung asks.
Jungkook shakes his head. "Nope. Promise. Nice to just watch," he mumbles.
Namjoon-hyung leans down and kisses him, softy sucking at his split lip. "Clean up is my least favorite part," Namjoon-hyung says.
"You topped, you clean up," Seokjin-hyung says with a laugh.
Namjoon-hyung grumbles, mouth opening with a soft sigh as he pulls out. He still looks so hard.
Jungkook shuts his eyes. He tries to imagine Namjoon-hyung doing that to him, Namjoon-hyung instead of the others, but he ... His breathing speeds up and he sucks a little harder on Seokjin-hyung fingers.
"You okay?"
Jungkook shakes his head but says nothing else, willing his body to relax.
Seokjin-hyung coos at him, running his hands through Jungkook's hair. He talks about how sweet Jungkook is, how cute, how soft his hair is, how much he likes him. Soft whispers until Jungkook calms down and he can breathe again.
"Don't wanna hate it," Jungkook murmurs.
"Hate what, Kook-ie?"
"Sex. I-I-I want to ... l-like it and b-be with you but I don't wanna have sex and I want touches but not -"
"Shh baby, shh. It's okay if you don't want it. We can do whatever you want. You can be with us without having sex."
Jungkook pouts but doesn't disagree. They won't want to keep him long if he doesn't have sex with them. That's the only reason Seunghyun-shi kept him around before prison.
Namjoon-hyung cleans them up with a wet towel. Jungkook stays snuggled next to Seokjin-hyung until Namjoon-hyung is dressed and holding out a pair of breeches.
"Did you want to come out to the farm with me?"
Jungkook's eyes widen and he lets go if Seokjin-hyung's fingers with a gap. "I forgot. Yes. Yes, please, hyungs."
"Aigoo, so cute." He tweaks Jungkook's nose. *Get up, let's go." Jungkook's legs wobble. He's only a little sore but nothing he can't handle. He stands up and Namjoon-hyung kneels at his feet to help him with the pants and then a pair of socks.
He's able to get down the ladder by himself, and he wears Seokjin-hyung's boots.
"Don't go back to sleep," Namjoon-hyung shouts up at Seokjin-hyung. "We want breakfast."
"Make your own dann breakfast!"
"Love you!"
"Love your dick! "
Namjoon-hyung smiles at Jungkook and leads the way outside.
The farm is gorgeous in the daylight. The morning sun sparkles on the dew-covered fields. Birds chip. The sky is slowly turning blue, and white clouds dance above. The wind is blowing a little bit, and Namjoon-hyung smiles up at the sky and says it will rain soon.
Namjoon-hyung leads him to the chicken coop. "I collect eggs first so Seokjin has enough for breakfast, not all the hens lay each night but missing one means one less egg."
He shows Jungkook how to slip a hand under a hen to get an egg without getting pecked and sets it into a basket.
Then they go to the barn to turn the horses out into the paddock to feed. "Ever ride a horse?"
"A long time ago."
"I let them eat first and then after breakfast, I take them out to herd the cows and sheep later. One day, I’ll take you with me."
Namjoon-hyung shows him how to milk one of the two heifers he has. The other one has a calf that is still feeding, so he leaves that one’s milk for the baby. Jungkook falls in love with the calf, letting it lick his face. Namjoon-hyung coos at him the same way that Jungkook coos at the calf, and he blushes bright pink.
They feed the pigs next and then the dogs.
"Farming is hard work," Namjoon-hyung says while hefting a bale of hay onto a wooden ledge inside the barn. "Don't tire yourself out."
But Jungkook does because he wants to help. He lifts the bales up into the loft from the ledge and helps Namjoon-hyung lug firewood closer to the house.
They go back to the house for breakfast with fresh eggs, milk and some berries that grow at the edge of the woods. The cream of the milk goes into the porridge, the rest of the milk is portioned out for later in the day.
There are only two chairs at the table. Jungkook is sure that Seokjin-hyung means for him to sit on one, but he doesn’t want to. He waits until Namjoon-hyung takes his place then he sits at his feet and leans against his thigh.
"Sweetheart, you can sit in the chair."
"Don't wanna." He opens his mouth.
Namjoon-hyung huffs in amusement. But he settles two fingers against his tongue. Like before, Jungkook keeps his mouth open until Namjoon-hyung tells him that he can suck on them.
Seokjin-hyung sets the table with their breakfast. Jungkook is hungry but he waits until Namjoon-hyung removes his fingers and replaces them with a spoonful of the sweat and earthy porridge. He gives him a bit of ham and bread dipped in egg yolk. And then some fruit and more porridge. It is all washed down with warm milk flavored with fruit juices.
"Such a good boy," Seokjin-hyung says and pets his hair. "All full?"
He nods.
"Good. You got to see part of what Namjoon does everyday. Do you want to go with him to the pastures or stay with me in the gardens."
"He hasn't ridden before," Namjoon-hyung says. “His first ride isn't going to be that long.”
“The gardens, it is.”
Jungkook doesn’t like weeding. Not at all. It is boring and he doesn’t understand why one plant is good and one is bad. But he follows Seokjin-hyung's commands and tries not to huff and he carries the heavy basket of vegetables and fruit to their pantry building without complaint.
Afterward, Seokjin-hyung shows him how to cut vegetables for their stew.
"Namjoon-ah will be back for lunch soon. Are you tired, do you want a nap?"
Jungkook hadn't felt tired until he asked, and his muscles kind of ache.
"Will you nap with me?"
Seokjin-hyung shakes his head. "I have to patch up some of Namjoons clothes. He destroys everything and I can't trust him not to stab himself with a sewing needle."
Jungkook covers his mouth with a laugh.
"Go on upstairs. I will wake you when he gets back."
Jungkook frowns. "Can I stay down here?"
Seokjin-hyung looks like he might argue, but he nods. He leads him into the open sitting room.
"You can sit in Namjoon’s chair."
It's a big chair with soft cushions. Jungkook sags into it with a content noise.
Seokjin-hyung retrieves a knitted blanket from a chest and throws it over him. It smells of cedar and firewood.
"Just rest," Seokjin-hyung says and ruffles his hair.
Jungkook smiles as he curls up with the blanket. Seokjin-hyung moves to the other chair. He sits down, pulling heavy cloth from a basket at his feet. Jungkook watches him sew. His eyes are heavy, but he can't settle. He shifts around, but then he can't see Seokjin-hyung and he wants to see him. He shifts back. The chair is really comfortable and the room is warm. Jungkook doesn't understand why he can’t sleep at first.
He wants to be touched, he realizes, needs it, needs a hand in his hair or on his skin, but he doesn't want to interrupt Seokjin-hyung's work. But he can hold part of him, his leg really, and stay out of the way. He gathers the blanket around himself and falls to his knees.
Seokjin-hyung looks up in concern. "Jungkook?"
He doesn't reply because he doesn't want to be told no. He crawls over to his chair, wraps up in the blanket and lays down with his head near Seokjin-hyung's foot.
Seokjin-hyung chuckles and reaches down to pet his hair. "You don't need to do this, but I can tell you want to." He moves his foot so it's under Jungkook's head.
Jungkook curls his arm around Seokjin-hyung's leg with a happy noise. He pulls the pant leg up enough to get his mouth on the skin stretched over the bone of his ankle. He sucks, just once and then leaves his mouth open and relaxes.
Namjoon-hyung wakes him with gentle touches on his face and soft kisses on his lips.
Jungkook doesn't freak out this time when he wakes up because he knows right where he is, right where he belongs, and he is so very happy.
--- 3-ish months later ---
Time is a weird thing. In prison, it dragged, days blended into orgasms, and the nights never ended.
On the farm, with Seokjin-hyung and Namjoon-hyung, time passes quickly.
Winter blankets their world after a rush of preparations, harvest, wood splitting, curing meat, and buying the needed supplies and clothes for Jungkook. He worries that his hyungs are worrying too much about him, and they are working too hard for him to survive the winter. When he brings it up, Seokjin-hyung gives him a sharp look and that's the end of that. They will be fine.
Jungkook is nervous the first time he goes for supplies to the closest town with Namjoon-hyung. He doesn't want to be taken back to prison, but no one looks at him twice, or they do, but Namjoon-hyung assures him that it’s because Jungkook is gorgeous. He does learn on that trip after seeing the date in the supply store that he is now twenty-one. He'd been in prison for more than two years.
Almost three years of his life. He was sad and upset, clinging to Namjoon-hyung and Seokjin-hyung for the rest of that week, whining when he was left alone or he had nothing to suck on. But they reassured him with kisses, touches, soft words, and food. So much food.
He always ate so much food, more than he had in his life, and he knew that part of it was because Namjoon-hyung and Seokjin-hyung loved to feed him from their fingers, and he loved to kneel for them, open his mouth and take whatever they offered and suck on their fingers.
Jungkook grew into himself, and with the farm work, his muscles grew into him, his shoulders and chest strengthed, his waist staying tiny, his thighs almost as muscular as Namjoon-hyung’s.
The morning after the first real snow storm finds Jungkook out playing in it without proper clothes. He’d just thrown on a scarf and hadn’t laced his boots and just ran out to play in the deep banks of snow. Namjin-hyungs are on the porch telling him to come back inside.
Jungkook doesn't want to, but the snow is really cold, the air crisp against his face.
"Jeon Jungkook," Seokjin-hyung says sharply. "You get in this house right now or I will make you sit in a chair and eat by yourself."
Jungkook loses his balance and topples headfirst into a snowbank. He can hear Seokjin-hyung counting. No no no no no no.
He tries to get up and stumbles more, getting tangled up in his scarf. When Jungkook hears “five,” he sinks into the snow with a cry of frustration.
It’s silent from the house and he looks overt to see the porch empty. He can't get up and crawls through the deep snow.
"Get those wet clothes off before you come inside," Seokjin-hyung says, his voice empty.
Jungkook shakes as he strips, all the way down to his under clothes. He stands naked, shivering on the front porch before the cold drives away his nerves and he hurries inside. The fire burns bright in the main room, and the cold retreats as Jungkook shuts the door. He stays by the door, rubbing his arms.
"I'm sorry," Jungkook tries.
Seokjin-hyung lifts an eyebrow and points to Namjoon-hyung’s empty chair. Namjoon-hyung is rooting around in the loft. Jungkook sighs and sits down. He tries to apologize again.
Seokjin-hyung ignores him and eats his warm porridge.
Shaking, Jungkook picks up the spoon and eats. Tears well in his eyes and he starts crying after swallowing the first bite. He can't eat after that, and drops his head in his arms. He is still shivering. A blanket drapes over his shoulders, but he doesn't curl it around himself. He deserves to be cold.
"Eat your food," Namjoon-hyung says and tugs on his hair.
Jungkook takes a deep breath and obeys. Mostly. He is shaking, so he spills some on the table.
Namjoon-hyung leans against the counter to eat and Jungkook tries not to think about kneeling at his feet with his mouth open.
Breakfast is quiet aside from Jungkook’s sniffles.
When he is done eating, Seokjin-hyung tells Jungkook to go to the middle of the room and wait. Gratefully, Jungkook sinks to the floor and crawls. The blanket slides from his body and he hears two quick inhales. He flushes, from the warmth, not from their gazes, not from how much they obviously want him.
Jungkook moves to the middle of the room, kneels on his square pillow and puts his hands on top of his head, like he was told to whenever he did something bad. He faces the fire, his front now warm, his back still chilled from his time outside. He shivers.
Time. Such a fickle thing. It passes slowly now.
Jungkook shifts on his knees.
He watches the flames dance. There are whispers behind him but he doesn’t try to listen to them.
His arms ache. His knees throb. But that is nothing to how tight his chest feels. How upset he is that he wasn’t able to obey.
When fingers finally touch his arm, he gasps and jerks, almost falling forward.
“Come here,” Soekjin-hyung says and tugs on his elbow.
Jungkook has to blink away the glare from the fire to look up at him. He sits on his chair and Jungkook shimmies over to him. He pats his lap and Jungkook sighs, but folds himself over Seokjin-hyung’s knees, placing his hands on the floor.
“Do you need to tell me why you’re in trouble?”
“Disobeyed you, hyung.” Jungkook wants to say more, about how he tried his best to obey, but he knows that if he’d been outside properly dressed to begin with then he would have been able to get into the house when Soekjin-hyung told him too.
Seokjin-hyung hums in agreement.
Jungkook does not like spankings. Not at all. They sting. Especially from Seokjin-hyung. Namjoon-hyung’s hand has weight, and he bruises easily under his hands. But Seokjin-hyung’s just hurt.
The first one pulls a surprised yelp from Jungkook’s throat and he lurches forward. A second one lands in the same spot and Jungkook whimpers. His body tightens, waiting for the next one, and then relaxes when Seokjin-hyung smooths his hand down Jungkook’s ass. He’s crying by the fifth one, and his body sags and gives up being tense by the seventh.
“You’re so strong, sweetpea,” Soekjin-hyung says and grips his sore asscheek. “So strong.” His hand sweeps down his thigh and curls between his legs.
Jungkook’s breath quickens and he shuts his eyes tight in anticipation. Seokjin-hyung does touch him, cups his balls and soft cock in his large hand and squeezes.
Jungkook waits to hate it. It ... It isn’t horrible, but he doesn’t want that.
It’s a quick squeeze and then his hand is gone, back to his thigh, back to his ass.
“Five more,” Seokjin-hyung says.
Jungkook whimpers. His ass really hurts. His skin is burning. But he doesn’t complain. He has no idea how many he’s already taken, so five more is fine. They really hurt. It all really hurts and he doesn’t even know he’s crying, he’s been crying. When Seokjin-hyung finishes, he carefully pulls Jungkook into his lap until Jungkook is straddling him with his knees pressed against the edge of the chair.
Seokjin-hyung runs his hands up and down Jungkook’s waist and down his ass and the back of his thighs.
“Gorgeous,” Namjoon-hyung says and Jungkook flushes. He didn’t know that Namjoon-hyung was even there.
“You are,” Seokjin-hyung says and pulls Jungkook down for a long kiss.
While they’re kissing, Namjoon-hyung moves behind them and takes Jungkook’s arms in his hands, pulling them behind his back. Jungkook moans and holds them there, gripping one of his wrists. Namjoon-hyung cards his fingers through Jungkook’s hair, pulling on it while he and Seokjin-hyung kiss. His other hand sweeps over Jungkook’s shoulders and grips his neck. Seokjin-hyung’s hands move all over the rest of his body.
It feels so good, so good, and Jungkook whines. He doesn't even realize his hips are moving in small circles until Seokjin-hyung pulls away from his mouth and smiles at him.
“What is this, sweetpea?” Seokjin-hyung asks. He trails fingers down Jungkook’s chest.
Jungkook follows them with his blurry gaze and gasps when he sees. He’s ... hard. His dick is so hard.
That hasn’t happened in so long.
He whines and tries to curl into himself to hide it.
Seokjin-hyung laughs. “Cute. Do you want me to touch you?”
Jungkook shakes his head and whines, “No.”
“Okay, baby. I won’t.” Soekjin-hyung leans back up and kisses him. But Jungkook can’t follow the kisses anymore. He’s breathing too fast. Panicking.
And Seokjin-hyung frowns at him, his hands soft on his cheeks. “Baby?”
“Don’t ... don’t want ... don’t ... don’t wanna be hard, hyung.” He ends with a gasping cry.
“Shh,” he says and puts his fingers in Jungkook’s mouth to suck on. “I know you don’t want to. It’s okay. Your body feels good. You feel safe and happy. It’s okay to be hard. It means you feel good. That doesn’t mean you want sex. It doesn’t mean you want to come. It means you feel good.”
Jungkook sucks harshly on the fingers, vision blurring with tears again. He tries to calm down. He sort of does. His dick is soft again, thank god.
Namjoon-hyung presses a kiss to his shoulder. “You know we’ll do what you want, and you don’t want that. So we won’t do that. But Seokjin-hyung is still hard and I kind of want to choke him with my dick.”
Jungkook huffs out a laugh because Namjoon-hyung is always so vulgar.
“Yeah, I kind of want that too.”
Namjoon-hyung growls and pulls Jungkook. He follows the lead and climbs off Soekjin-hyung’s lap. Seokjin-hyung stands up and takes the blanket that was around Jungkook’s shoulders and straightens it out on the floor in front of the fire. Namjoon-hyung grabs another one to throw over it and then takes off his clothes. Seokjin-hyung follows his lead quickly until they’re both naked, standing close together. Firelight dances on their skin and Jungkook inhales and holds his breath. They’re so handsome. So very handsome and he very much wants to be between them. He imagines it for a moment, him kneeling between them while their hard dicks fight for space in his mouth. He whines, embarrassed, and looks away.
Seokjin-hyung drops to his knees first. Namjoon-hyung steps into him, and Seokjin-hyung sucks his dick into his mouth, gripping the back of his thighs. Namjoon-hyung throws his head back and moans. He tangles his hands in Seokjin-hyung’s hair and pulls his head back before thrusting forward. Seokjin-hyung gags and then moans, but doesn’t stop him. It’s rough for a few moments and then Namjoon-hyung pulls his head back and his mouth off his dick. He gets down on his knees and they hug, kiss, and Namjoon takes both their dicks in his hand and strokes.
“You can come closer,” Namjoon-hyung says to Jungkook.
He wants to, but he doesn’t want to. His dick is ... it’s getting hard again, and that scares him because he doesn’t want to be hard.
They continue to kiss before Seokjin-hyung moves his mouth down Namjoon-hyung’s body, down his front, licking and biting at his nipples, dragging his tongue down his strong stomach. Namjoon-hyung moans with every new mark that Seokjin-hyung leaves. He ends up on his hands and knees and takes Namjoon-hyung’s thick cock back into his mouth.
Namjoon-hyung sighs, caressing his cheeks before gripping his hair again and thrusting forward. Seokjin-hyung gags.
Jungkook knows that he wouldn’t gag. He would be able to take all of Namjoon-hyung’s dick down his throat. But ... but he doesn’t want that.
His skin is aching though, his chest tight, and his mouth is open in desperate pants because there’s nothing to fill it, nothing to suck on to reassure himself that he is okay. His dick hurts and he hates it.
He shuffles closer because they said he could. He doesn’t want to interrupt, but god he wants something in his mouth. Maybe Namjoon-hyung’s fingers.
When he is close enough, it isn’t his fingers that Jungkook focuses on. It’s his dick. He has a really big one, bigger than almost all the ones that Jungkook had seen in prison. Spit is shimmering on it, dripping to the floor from Seokjin-hyung’s mouth. Only about half of it is pushing in and out of Seokjin-hyung’s mouth.
Jungkook bites his lip. He jerks when Namjoon-hyung touches his face.
“Sweetheart?” He slides his fingers toward his mouth, and Jungkook turns away.
Namjoon-hyung says the pet name again, this time in concern.
Jungkook doesn’t want to say it. Doesn’t want to ask. But he’s a good boy and good boys ask for permission.
“Can I ...” Jungkook whines and gestures to his dick.
“Can you what?”
“Just ... want to ...” He whines loudly and tries to move to where Seokjin-hyung’s mouth is.
“We don’t want to hurt you,” Namjoon-hyung says, breathless. “Say what you want so I don’t assume.”
Jungkook knows he’s right, so he tries his best and manages to say, “Dick. Want it in my mouth.”
Namjoon-hyung groans and Seokjin-hyung groans and Jungkook blushes a brighter red.
Namjoon-hyung yanks Seokjin-hyung off him with a growl and strokes his own dick. Jungkook watches, eyes wide.
“You don’t have to,” Seokjin-hyung says, his voice rough, and Jungkook knows that, but he ... he really wants to.
He leans forward with his mouth open and he misses the head because he shut his eyes and his mouth touches the thick shaft first. It’s still wet with Seokjin-hyung’s spit and tastes salty and warm, and he tries to remember to breathe because it’s been so long since he’s had a dick anywhere near his mouth.
Namjoon-hyung cups his cheek and directs his mouth to the head, and Jungkook whines when it enters his mouth. He closes his lips around it and takes too much and gags and then breathes, mouth open, and does it again. Takes more. And then more. It stretches his lips wide and gags him with almost every thrust. And Namjoon-hyung is thrusting, slow pulses of his hips that keep Jungkook’s mouth so full..
Jungkook’s head swims, but he’s very aware of everything all of a sudden. The soft blanket under his hands and knees. The firm grip of Namjoon-hyung’s hands in his hair. The powerful way he pulls and pushes Jungkook up and down his dick. And the way that Seokjin-hyung’s hands are on his sore ass, the skin stinging from his spanking. But his dick isn’t hard. Not anymore.
He relaxes after realizing that. This is all he needed, something in his mouth to calm himself down. And he remembers how to breathe around a dick in his throat. He remembers how to relax and take it.
Namjoon-hyung’s stomach presses to his nose, the hair around his dick tickling his face. Namjoon-hyung moans deeply and pulls almost all the way out before sliding right back down to the hilt.
Jungkook doesn’t gag, feels how far he goes, feels how much he stretches where things aren’t really supposed to be. Everything is wet, and Jungkook sighs and just takes it. His back bows toward the floor, ass perking up, and he only startles a little bit when Seokjin-hyung kisses his ass, mouth instead of hands on the sore skin. It feels good though, so he doesn’t stop it.
Namjoon-hyung’s curses and praises are muffled in Jungkook’s ears. He barely notices when Namjoon-hyung speeds up, when his thrusts are so strong that he has to be careful not to bloody Jungkook’s nose when his face meets his body. Each thrust pushes his dick into Jungkook’s throat and Jungkook leans a certain way to take a bit more into his throat.
Shit, shit, shit,” Namjoon-hyung pants and then his dick is gone and Jungkook whines, mouth open trying to get it back inside.
Come splatters all over his face, into his open mouth, across his cheeks and nose. Luckily he has his eyes shut.
Namjoon-hyung gasps and his hand tightens in Jungkook’s hair and he thrusts his dick back into his mouth, spilling the last few drops deep into and down Jungkook’s throat. He doesn’t gag even when Namjoon-hyung leaves his hard dick down there while it pulses through the last of his orgasm.
Jungkook is lost for a moment, lost and tired, and then there’s another gasp behind him and more come splatters on his ass and thighs.
There is a brief moment of stillness, of nothing but harsh breaths steadying, and Jungkook realizes that he isn’t really breathing, so he pulls away, gags as Namjoon-hyung’s dick clings to his throat for a moment and then slides free. Jungkook takes a deep breath and promptly bursts into tears.
“Sweetheart!”
There are fingers on his dirty face, hands on his chest and someone is trying to hug him, but he falls and curls up onto the floor, hiding from them, hiding from what they did to him. He didn’t ... he didn’t want that. He just wanted something in his mouth!
He cries so hard, flinching at their touches, flinching harder at the wet cloth wiping his body.
“Let me clean your face,” Seokjin-hyung whispers.
Jungkook hears him, staying hidden for a little longer and then turns. Tears are falling from his face and it’s so dirty, he can feel the come drying, feel it clump on his cheeks and his eyelashes. Seokjin-hyung coos at him in concern, but starts wiping at his face. Namjoon-hyung brings another clean towel and Seokjin-hyung uses that one until Jungkook is free of come. Free of their ... their ...
Jungkook cries and hides behind his hands.
“Sweetpea, we’re sorry,” Seokjin-hyung says. “We’re so sorry. We got caught up in having you between us and we’re sorry. Hyungs are sorry.”
Jungkook whines and doesn’t flinch away when Namjoon-hyung pulls him against his chest. Both of them hug him and touch him.
“Kook-ie is sorry too,” Jungkook whispers.
“No, baby. No, you have nothing to be sorry about.”
Jungkook shakes his head. “Wanted ... wanted something in my mouth, something bigger than fingers and ... should have stopped, should have not wanted--”
Namjoon-hyung hushes him. “It isn’t your fault. It’s my fault. I should have stopped. You weren’t in control, but I was. Well, sort of. Your mouth and throat felt so good on my dick, sweetheart. God, I can’t believe that you can take all of me into your throat. It’s my fault for getting lost in that and not caring about what you wanted. I shouldn’t have come like that.”
Jungkook swallows roughly. He can still taste it. A taste that used to make him sick, but ... but it’s Namjoon-hyung’s come. He isn’t going to make himself throw up, not like he used to do. He snuggles against Namjoon-hyung’s chest.
“Hyungs?”
“What, sweetheart?”
“I ... I don’t know what I want.”
“That’s okay,” Seokjin-hyung says. “We’ll try to be better at asking. Here. Drink.”
Jungkook pushes up and drinks the water Seokjin-hyung offers.
“Good boy. Do you want to get up?”
Jungkook shakes his head and returns to Namjoon-hyung’s chest. His ass hurts. His chest hurts. He’s still crying a little.
“Do you want to suck on my fingers?” Namjoon-hyung trails a fingertip over his lips.
Jungkook’s first instinct is to say yes, open his mouth, and suck on them, but ... but ... he pulls away, bites his lip, and looks down at Namjoon-hyung’s dick. Even soft, it’s pretty big, and it twitches as Jungkook looks.
“You want to suck on my dick? Baby, that’s--”
Jungkook shakes his head. He doesn’t want it like that, not to make him come. “Just want it in my mouth.”
Namjoon-hyung takes a deep breath. “I can’t guarantee you that I won’t get hard.”
“”S’okay,” Jungkook says and shifts down between his legs. He rests his head on Namjoon-hyung’s upper thigh, moves his mouth and sucks his dick into his mouth. Namjoon-hyung inhales sharply. A dollop of come seeps from the tip and Jungkook swallows it. He shifts around until he has his arm is around Namjoon’s leg, fingers digging into his strong thigh. He shuts his eyes with a soft whine and relaxes, suckling on his dick.
“Fuck,” Namjoon-hyung gasps.
Sure enough, his dick hardens, and it’s difficult to keep it in his mouth, but Jungkook turns his head to a different angle, lets more of it into his throat, enough that he can still breathe and then he stops, lays back down and makes soft happy noises as he suckles.
Namjoon-hyung’s dick pulses in his mouth.
“That is really hot,” Seokjin-hyung says.
“Fuck, I’m ...”
“Just let him have it. You need to learn self-control anyway.”
Namjoon-hyung curses again.
Fingers card through his hair. Seokjin-hyung’s or Namjoon-hyung’s. Maybe both. He doesn’t care. It feels nice and he lays there, the last few tears fall from his eyes and he suckles, uses his tongue to feel all the ridges of his dick. He really likes fingers, but he loves this more, loves how full his mouth is, loves how Namjoon’s dick pulses under his tongue. A blanket settles over him.
“I’ll go gather the eggs,” Seokjin-hyung says. “Let him rest. The cows can wait just a little longer.”
Jungkook doesn’t fall asleep, but he almost does. His brain stays in a haze of happiness, his eyes shut. He’s so relaxed, so happy.
He isn’t even aware of it, but whenever Namjoon-hyung’s dick starts to soften in his mouth, he whines, sucks it back to hardness and takes a little more into his throat. If he was aware, he would notice how turned on Namjoon-hyung is, how desperate he becomes with every soft suckle. If he was aware, he’d see how Namjoon-hyung bites down on his hand everytime he wants to moan, he’d see how Namjoon-hyung grips his own hair to keep imself from fucking into Jungkook’s mouth until he comes.
But Jungkook is happy and content, buried under the warmth of the blanket, curled up against Namjoon’s strong thigh with his thick dick in his mouth.
If he’d been aware, he would have noticed how quickly Namjoon-hyung moves to another room when Seokjin-hyung says that the chores couldn’t wait anymore. He would have noticed the quick gasps and the wet sounds of a hand on a dick, but Seokjin-hyung is kissing him, Seokjin-hyung is running his hands over his body to keep him calm after losing his sucking toy.
He doesn’t notice, but there is a smirk on Seokjin’s lips that when Jungkook’s head has cleared and he finds himself lying upstairs in the bed, Jungkook realizes meant that Namjoon-hyung had been in the kitchen frantically jerking himself off after being inside Jungkook’s mouth for almost an hour.
Jungkook lets himself think about that. He thinks about it for a long time, and knows that Namjoon-hyung liked that almost as much as he did, but for different reasons. When his dick grows hard thinking of how much Namjoon-hyung liked to be in his mouth, Jungkook doesn’t freak out or try to stop it. He doesn’t touch himself either, just lets himself feel that pleasure, the pleasure that comes from being good for them, and to them.
Jungkook sleeps through lunch, but comes downstairs for dinner. He feels a lot better, a lot more in control of himself. He wears only one of Seokjin-hyung’s long soft sweaters and he doesn’t bother to hide how his dick is half hard and pushing up against it.
Namjoon-hyung sits at the table, and Jungkook falls to his knees to curl up against his leg. He paws at his crotch with a whine, and Namjoon-hyung curses. His fingers fumble for the ties at his pants and he is able to get his dick out. Jungkook shimmies closer, under the table between his legs. He opens his mouth, sucks Namjoon-hyung’s dick all the way down his throat and stops, fingers curled around Namjoon-hyung’s knees. He adjusts as it hardens, gagging a little at the head pressing into his throat.
“Sweetpea, you need to eat.”
Jungkook whines in protest, and Namjoon-hyung curses. Precome pumps into Jungkook’s mouth and he swallows it.
He holds still, Namjoon-hyung’s dick all the way down his throat, for a moment. He swallows around it, gags, pulls up to take a deep breath through his nose and then goes back down, until his nose is pressed to the rough fabric of his pants. He holds that for as long as he can, throat constricting around the length. His head goes light from the lack of breath, and then he starts moving, bobbing his head properly, taking him all the way down then all the way up, over and over again. Namjoon’s fingers tug on his hair and he protests but doesn’t stop him, and Jungkook sucks faster, moaning at how good it feels to be full, to have a dick fill up his mouth.
“Kook-ie, st-stop. Stop, sweetheart.”
Jungkook protests and uses his teeth when Namjoon-hyung tries to pull him away.
“Gonne come, you’re going to make me come.”
Jungkook hums and goes faster and Namjoon-hyung gasps. His dick thickens in Jungkook’s mouth and he takes him all the way down again, holding there until come spurts down his throat and he gags, but doesn't move, feeling it slide into throat, before he pulls up, takes a deep breath and sucks the rest of his release into his mouth. Namjoon-hyung growls in disbelief.
Jungkook waits until he’s done and then pulls up, smiles up at him. There’s come on lips, but he doesn’t care. He kisses the head of Namjoon-hyung’s dick and then moves away, stays under the table and goes to Seokjin-hyung.
“You, too, hyung,” Jungkook says, voice raspy and broken.
Seokjin-hyung’s eyes are wide. He is probably going to protest, but Jungkook puts his hands on his thighs and says, “Please. Please hyung, let Kook-ie suck on your dick too. I want to.”
“Fuck, okay. Yes. You can. Fuck.” He fumbles with his pants. As soon as his dick is out, Jungkook sucks it into his mouth. He isn’t nearly as big as Namjoon-hyung, it doesn’t fit down his throat the same way, but he still likes the way it curves up at the top and slides over the roof of his mouth. He doesn’t last nearly as long as Namjoon-hyung did and he doesn’t bother to try to pull Jungkook away, comes in his mouth. Comes a lot. Much more than Namjoon and it fills his mouth and slips past his lips.
“Don’t swallow, “ Seokjin-hyung says with a gasp. “Not yet.”
It’s hard not to because there’s so much of it, but Jungkook obeys and tries not to gag on it. He waits until Seokjin-hyung is done coming and then pulls off carefully. He settles back on his knees, hands on his own thighs, head tilted back a little to keep the come in his mouth.
“You’re hard,” Seokjin-hyung says in surprise.
Jungkook nods.
“God.” Seokjin-hyung presses a hand to Jungkook’s throat, under his chin, forcing his head back a little bit more. “Open your mouth.”
Jungkook does and Seokjin-hyung dips two fingers into his mouth to play with the load of come in his mouth.
“Remember your first day here, when you spilled porridge all down your chin?”
Jungkook does and he smiles. He closes his mouth and lets the come dribble from his lips.
“Oh, baby,” Seokjin-hyung whispers and spread the come all over his mouth and chin.
Jungkook doesn’t swallow any of it, lets it all dribble from his lips in a mess, a mess that Seokjin-hyung cleans up with his fingers and his mouth and kisses Jungkook while they both swallow his come.
“Do you want hyung to make you come?” Seokjin-hyung whispers.
Jungkook bites his dirty lip and then nods. “I ... I’m scared.”
“I know, sweetpea. But if you don’t want to, you say no. If you don’t like it, you tell me to stop.”
Jungkook nods. “O-okay. O ... Okay.”
It’s been a really, really long time since he has had an orgasm.
Seokjin-hyung helps him stand up and then sits him on the table, pushing at his shoulders until he’s laying flat with his knees bent over the edge.
“Suck on Namjoon’s fingers,” Seokjin-hyung says.
Jungkook tilts his head to the side and opens his mouth. Namjoon-hyung puts three of his long fingers into his throat and Jungkook sucks, eyes shutting. His pinky and thumb tighten around his jaw. The palm of his hand covers his nose a little and Jungkook relaxes. He loves this so much.
Seokjin-hyung runs his hands up Jungkook’s strong thighs, over his hips and under the sweater. He doesn't touch his dick, not yet, touches his skin. Jungkook loves this, too. Seokjin-hyung does this all the time, touches his body while he sucks on Namjoon’s fingers, but it’s different now, it’s so different because Jungkook isn’t ever hard. He isn’t ever so strung tight that he actually wants to come.
“I’m going to suck on you, okay?”
Jungkook nods with a whine.
The first touch of Seokjin-hyung’s mouth has him jerking in surprise, but he doesn’t try to move away. It feels ... it feels good. Wet, slick, and then tight when he sucks. It feels really, really good. Jungkook can’t remember the last time this felt good. But he doesn’t think about it. He doesn’t want to think about it hurting, not wanting it.
He wants it so badly.
So he thinks about Namjoon-hyung’s fingers in his mouth, his other fingers trailing down his throat, pushing softly against his windpipe. He grips the edge of the sweater and whines, shifting on the table top as Seokjin-hyung sucks him closer to his release. The tabletop is harsh against the bruises and sensitive skin of his ass, but Jungkook even loves that. Loves the sting and the tightness and how everything feels like it’s swimming around him.
It doesn’t take long at all, doesn’t take any time before the pressure is too much and he’s jerking up, mouth open in a harsh cry as he comes in Seokjin-hyung’s mouth.
Seokjin-hyung sucks and sucks until it’s almost too sensitive and then lets Jungkook go, leans over the table and opens his mouth above him. Come falls into Jungkook’s mouth, all over Namjoon’s fingers and down his chin. He whines in happiness and swallows while they kiss around Namjoon’s fingers.
“Feel good?” Namjoon-hyung whispers.
Jungkook nods.
“You are such a good boy,” Namjoon-hyung says. “So, so good.”
Jungkook flushes pink and squirms.
Seokjin-hyung stops kissing him and Namjoon-hyung pulls him, and it takes a minute for his limbs to cooperate, but he curls up in Namjoon-hyung’s lap, a strong firm hand on the bruised curve of his ass.
Jungkook sucks at his neck.
“Feel okay? Did you like that?”
Jungkook nods.
“We liked it too.”
Jungkook snorts, because of course they did.
“Brat,” Seokjin-hyung says and kisses his cheek. “Dinner is probably cold.”
“It’s just stew. We can reheat it.”
Seokjin-hyung huffs and mumbles, “What do you mean ‘we’?” before he gets up to put the soup back on the fire.
Namjoon-hyung chuckles and presses a kiss to Jungkook’s forehead. “Happy, sweetheart?”
“Happy,” Jungkook whispers. “Kook-ie is really happy.”
“Good. We only ever want you to be happy.”
Jungkook sits in Namjoon-hyung’s lap until the stew is reheated and then he slithers to the floor. He kneels at Namjoon’s feet and leans his head on his thigh. His dick is still out and Jungkook smiles and licks at the tip with a happy moan. Namjoon-hyung lets him hold his dick in his mouth, not sucking just keeping it warm, until it is his turn to eat. He tugs on Jungkook's hair to lift his mouth off his dick.
Jungkook pouts, but opens his mouth for the spoonful of soup. Seokjin-hyung moves his chair closer, and he follows the soup with a thick chunk of buttered bread. Jungkook smiles and licks the extra butter from his fingers. Namjoon-hyung holds out a chunk of meat, and Jungkook opens his mouth wide for it. He waits until Namjoon-hyung places it on his tongue, tells him to chew and then swallow. Seokjin-hyung calls him a good boy and gives him some vegetables. He licks at the sauce on their fingers between bites and preens when they run their hands through his hair or slip fingers down his neck.
When he has had enough, he lays his head against Seokjin’s thigh, hands curled around his leg. He feels sleepy even though he slept all day. He feels ... he feels good. He feels so good, and the feeling grows when Seokjin trails his hands through Jungkook’s hair, pets him and scratches at his scalp. He is easily shifted to Namjoon-hyung, who takes him by the hair and leads him into the other room. He stays by Namjoon-hyung’s chair while he adds more wood to the fire and then curls up between his legs after he sits.
“Want more,” Jungkook says and pouts up at him.
“I’m not sure if I can handle your mouth on my dick again, sweetheart.”
Jungkook’s pout deepens and he huffs. “Please. I just ... I just want it in my mouth.”
“Is this going to be your new thing, instead of our fingers, you want our dicks?”
“Yes.”
Namjoon sighs.
“Don’t act like that’s a problem!” Seokjin-hyung shouts from the kitchen. “ let him put your dick in his mouth.”
Jungkook smiles at him, eyes scrunching, nose wiggling. “Yes, please, hyung. Let me put your dick in my mouth.”
“Fine.” He sighs again and loosens his pants once again to pull out his dick.
It isn’t hard, but Jungkook doesn’t care. He crowds in closer, leans his head against Namjoon-hyung’s thigh and sucks the head into his mouth. He shifts only a little for a better angle to get more of it into his mouth. He licks at what’s in his mouth for a moment, and then stills, breathes through his nose, and relaxes. It’s almost the same as fingers because it’s there in his mouth. Sometimes they’ll play with his teeth or tongue or try to get him to gag, but Namjoon-hyung’s dick stays put. For a little while. A few soft suckles has it growing again, and Jungkook smiles, satisfied and happy, as it stretches farther into his throat.
Namjoon-hyung sighs, shifts his hips, and makes it easier for Jungkook to hold still and hold him in his throat. He glances up at Namjoon-hyung, who meets his eyes and smiles.
“I know I keep asking this, but I want to be sure. Are you happy, sweetheart?”
Jungkook nods, not wanting to risk his mouth being empty.
“Completely, though? Is there anything you want, anything you feel like you’re lacking or anything you need?”
Jungkook shakes his head and then pops off his dick with a surprised little “Oh.”
“What? What do you need, sweetheart?”
Jungkook looks up at him, biting his lip, and then looks over at Seokjin-hyung in the kitchen. “Do you think I can get both of your dicks in my mouth?”
Namjoon-hyung’s mouth drops open.
Seokjin-hyung cackles from the kitchen.
Jungkook pouts and crosses his arms. “Well, can I?”
“Give me a few minutes and then yes, we’ll see if you can,” Seokjin-hyung says.
Jungkook smiles and nods in satisfaction. He opens his mouth around Namjoon-hyung’s dick. It is much harder than before, probably just the thought of it, and Jungkook doesn’t mind. His hyung are ravenous lovers, as he well knows. Namjoon-hyung has probably thought about Jungkook sucking on both of them, their dicks fighting for space in his mouth. He’s pretty sure he’s heard Seokjin-hyung mention it when he didn't think Jungkook was listening.
“That isn’t really what I meant,” Namjoon-hyung finally says as he traces Jungkook’s stretched lips with his finger, “but short term goals. Okay. We’ll let you try.”
Seokjin-hyung doesn’t take too much longer in the kitchen, and it doesn’t take long for Jungkook to find out the answer.
Yes, he can get both of their dicks into his mouth at once.
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