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Seokjin watches as Jungkook does a kickturn and starts another lap, an incalculable number at this point, his previous contention with Seokjin’s pool long forgotten. Though Seokjin’s put on his trunks and a copious amount of sunblock he stays dry in the lounge chair nearby letting the heat of the day make him sweat. The frozen cocktail he made is nearly empty,meanwhile Jungkook’s has completely melted but Seokjin doesn’t hesitate to sip from it, the contents warm now and sickly sweet.
Another turn, another lap. The longer Jungkook stays in the water, the more time Seokjin has to waffle about his next move.
It’s not that he’s not sure of them; he is, he has been maybe for longer than reasonable. He feels like he’s been sure of Jungkook since the first time he came over to play video games and that was well over a year ago - before they made it official, before they made it official to the world.
Since then there’s been seemingly endless red carpets and interviews, guest spots on shows. Since then Jungkook quit renting his small apartment and moved all his things into Seokjin’s house.
It’s been smooth sailing, so easy it sometimes makes Seokjin nervous like it might fall apart.
It doesn’t. He thinks that’s just a knee jerk reaction from everyone who came before Jungkook and even though he knows he should, sometimes it’s hard to shake the ghosts of his past.
Jungkook surfaces in front of him, pulling his goggles up and resting them on his forehead, the indentation around his eyes endearing. Everything about him is endearing really.
“That’s mine,” Jungkook says, gesturing to the beverage in Seokjin’s hand.
“Ah, yeah. I’ll make you a new one if you’re ready, one less soupy,” Seokjin offers but Jungkook waves him off.
“Maybe a few more laps,” he says, refitting his goggles.
“You swim, I’ll blend,” Seokjin says, sliding out of the lounge chair.
“Then you’ll get in with me?” Jungkook asks. He loves being in the water, never wants to get out.
“Yeah, then I will,” Seokjin promises. Jungkook goes back under and Seokjin takes the glasses inside with him, the chill from the air conditioning a needed reprieve from the sun. He should have gotten in the water already, but not yet.
Seokjin drinks the melted cocktail while he blends two fresh ones, feeling the faint buzz from the alcohol. At least he thinks that’s what has him lightheaded, thoughts swimming in time with Jungkook’s freestyle.
The ring can’t weigh more than 8 grams but Seokjin feels the gravity of it where it sits in the right pocket of his swim trunks. With every step between the counter and the fridge it taps against his leg, nagging him that he swore today was the day. He even went as far as to finally tell Yoongi he’d bought it, what his intentions were, when he was going to do it.
Even though Yoongi stayed silent on the other end of the phone Seokjin could hear what that carried and finally he cleared his throat. “You’re not a coward, hyung.”
“I know I’m not,” Seokjin scoffed, fingers spinning the band as Seokjin peered up the stairs to make sure Jungkook wasn’t lurking. “I just want to pick the right time.”
“Anytime’s right if you’re sure,” Yoongi told him gently. “And I know you are. So why not today?”
Jungkook came bounding down the stairs so Seokjin jammed the ring safely in his pocket, listening to Yoongi’s amused laugh at Jungkook’s nonsensical humming he could hear over the line. “Why not today?” Seokjin repeated.
Seokjin portions the contents from the blender into their two glasses, another wave of anxiety cresting as he knows the day is getting away from him. He’s sure to drink some water and grabs a bottle for Jungkook as well then goes back to the patio.
Jungkook’s stopped his swimming, gently floating on his back in the center of the pool, his hair fanned out framing his face and Seokjin resists the urge to belly flop on top of him. He must see Seokjin approach somehow through his goggles and he tucks to flip over, paddling toward him.
“Water first,” Seokjin suggests, uncapping the bottle and handing it to Jungkook who guzzles it down then reaches for one of the cocktails Seokjin sets on the edge. He drinks so fast Seokjin’s worried he’ll get a brain freeze.
“Mmm, thank you hyung,” Jungkook all but moans, setting his drink on the side of the pool. When Seokjin tries to stand Jungkook catches him by the wrist. “Kiss?” he asks.
Seokjin smiles fondly at him, having to squat lower to reach him, fulfilling his request and brushing their lips together. Jungkook tastes like sunshine and sunscreen, like coconut mixer and chlorine, like comfort and home. Before Seokjin can deepen the kiss Jungkook pushes off the wall of the pool, still gripping tightly to Seokjin and pulling him into the water.
Seokjin surfaces with a laugh, shaking his sodden hair from his eyes before wiping the water out. Jungkook’s smiling wickedly, clearly pleased he finally got his way and got Seokjin in the pool. “That’s cheating.”
“You were doing too much thinking anyway,” Jungkook tells him, and Seokjin’s hand automatically goes to press the ring between his palm and thigh, a nervous habit he’s picked up in the weeks since he purchased it.
Only it isn’t there.
His face must give him away because Jungkook looks surprised at his expression, Seokjin tearing his eyes away to scan the bottom of the pool but he doesn’t see it right away.
“Hyung? Are you okay?” Jungkook asks carefully, wading closer.
“Yeah, I- yeah. I just lost something,” Seokjin mumbles, spinning to scan the area behind him.
“Lost something?” Jungkook repeats. “You had something on you?”
“In my pocket,” Seokjin absently supplies, heart starting to beat a little too hard. What if it gets sucked into the pool drain? What if-
When he turns back around, Jungkook's securing his goggles and disappearing under the surface before he can stop him. Seokjin tries to make his way through the water where Jungkook’s moving along the bottom but he can’t get anywhere very fast and a few seconds later Jungkook’s standing in front of him.
“Hyung,” he starts, holding his clenched fist out between them. “What is this?”
“Your hand?” Seokjin gulps, hearing his heartbeat loud in his ears, his panic steadily rising. Jungkook levels him with a look. “I- I don’t know, I can’t see it.” This wouldn’t be part of the plan, if there had been a plan to begin with.
“Seokjinnie-hyung,” Jungkook cuts off his spiraling. “You know what it is. It fell out of your pocket.”
“You don’t know that, it could be anyone’s,” Seokjin tries and Jungkook raises an eyebrow.
“What could be anyone’s?”
Seokjin can’t tell if Jungkook’s angry or freaked out, his voice is so even it’s unnerving. “The ring, it’s a ring.”
Jungkook opens his hand slowly to reveal the object in question, the platinum glittering like buried treasure in the sunlight. “Why did you have a ring in the pocket of your swim trunks?” Jungkook presses.
“Safe keeping?” Seokjin tells him but when he reaches for it Jungkook closes his fist again.
“Do you often keep random pieces of jewelry in your pockets?” Jungkook asks.
Seokjin feels hot all over and he doesn’t think it’s due to it being the peak of summer. “It’s not random.”
Jungkook hums, uncurling his fingers again and plucking the ring up, looking it over carefully. Then he shrugs and holds it out for Seokjin to take. Seokjin narrows his eyes because there’s no way he’s being let off the hook so easily but Jungkook gives it up, blinking a few times, his eyes distorted by the goggles.
This is a dare, obviously. Jungkook’s smart enough to infer what a ring like this would be doing in Seokjin’s pocket and he hits an ace serve right into Seokjin’s court, waiting only a few seconds more before he goes back to his laps.
Seokjin stuffs the ring back where it belongs - though that’s not true; it belongs on Jungkook’s finger. At least, Seokjin hopes so.
He hoists himself onto the side of the pool and takes a generous drink of the cocktail left there, slippery with condensation, and kicks his legs in the water while he watches Jungkook travel the length of the pool. The sun’s starting to dip below the highrises of the Seoul skyline but the heat of the day radiates off the concrete under him, the humidity hanging in the air.
There’s no backing down now, and anyway Seokjin doesn’t want to; he had just hoped to come up with a clever line, or something a little more special than his boyfriend having to fetch his own engagement ring from the bottom of the deep end.
After five excruciating minutes Seokjin chugs down the majority of the cocktail, squeezing his eyes shut and he lowering himself back into the pool, standing right in Jungkook's path against the wall. Jungkook swims right for him, reaching his hands out and stopping himself by bracing against Seokjin's chest. He comes out of the water, pulling the goggles free and tossing them up onto the edge of the pool.
Seokjin clears his throat and resists the urge to sink below the surface. "The thing is, I've never been much of a planner. I mean, outside of wanting the show, I've kind of just taken life as it comes, you know?"
"In the moment," Jungkook says.
"Right," Seokjin confirms, fingers dipping into his pocket to ghost over the smooth curve of the ring. "I've been happy that way, just seeing what happens, taking chances when it's something I wanted. Or someone." Jungkook smiles at that and Seokjin takes a shaky breath. "I've never thought much about my future because it would just be, you know? But I'm starting to see it a little differently, and I want to..."
"Hyung?" Jungkook prompts when Seokjin trails off.
"I want that future to be with you, no matter what it is, how things go. I wanted to see if you felt- if you wanted that, or... not," Seokjin stumbles. He's usually so sure but he feels all over the place right now, he hasn't been this nervous since his first taping of Eat Jin. "You can say no," he rushes to add, "you can say no and it doesn't mean- it doesn't have to end things or-"
"Hyung," Jungkook repeats, gently this time as he places the flat of his hand over Seokjin's thundering heart. "You haven't asked me anything, so how can I say yes?"
Jungkook's smile is so soft, it's so warm where they're touching and it soothes Seokjin who lets out a shaky laugh. "Yes?"
Jungkook thinks for a second. "I mean, unless I'm reading this wrong and you're asking me to do something nefarious or illegal."
"Marry me," Seokjin says, voice steady finally as he produces the ring and offers it to Jungkook.
Jungkook snorts. "That sounded like an order, not a question. And not that I'm opposed to you telling me what to do in certain situations," Jungkook grins wider, "but this isn't it."
Seokjin laughs and he wants to kiss Jungkook so much right now but he knows he needs to wait, to do this part first. "I've been 100% sure of two things in my life; one, that I wanted the show, that I wanted to cook and have fun and make people happy." Seokjin's starting to feel his nervousness shift into something else, to excitement.
"The other?" Jungkook urges, biting his lower lip.
"You," Seokjin says easily. "The first day I saw you on set behind that camera, the first time you came over. I was sure that I wanted you, that I wanted to be with you, and now I'm sure I want to be with you every day for the rest of my life." Jungkook's eyebrows raise as he smiles, looking like he's on the verge of bursting. "JK, will you marry me?"
Seokjin holds the ring out as he sinks underwater onto one knee, arm extended up above the surface as he purposefully blows air bubbles up just so he can hear Jungkook's muted laugh. When Jungkook takes the ring Seokjin comes up with an over dramatic gasp for air.
"Yah, how long were you going to let me stay down there?" Jungkook's giggling as he slides the ring on his finger, marveling at how it looks. "Excuse you, are you even going to answer your hyung?"
"I already told you I was going to say yes," Jungkook points out, leaning in to kiss Seokjin but Seokjin moves back, raising an expectant eyebrow.
"You made me ask," Seokjin reminds him. "Can you be a good boy and answer?" Seokjin can see a shiver run over Jungkook and he knows it's too hot to be anything but simmering arousal.
"Hyung," Jungkook starts, moving closer and hooking his fingers in the elastic of Seokjin's trunks. "Ask one more time and I'll do it right."
Seokjin presses his forehead against Jungkook's and closes his eyes. "Jungkook-ah, will you marry me?" he murmurs.
"Yes," Jungkook answers easily, his breath ghosting over Seokjin's lips and now's the right time for Seokjin to kiss him so he closes the gap.
“It looks good on you,” Seokjin murmurs when they break apart, wrapping his arms around Jungkook’s waist and pulling him closer.
“Hyung,” Jungkook manages around a grin, “are you horny right now?”
“I’m excited,” Seokjin corrects, even though he can’t deny he’s feeling an overwhelming rush of endorphins or arousal or something, hotter now in the water than he was outside the pool. “Excited that you want to marry me.” He nips over Jungkook’s jaw, burying his face in the spot where his neck curves into his shoulder before biting lightly.
He scoops Jungkook up into his arms, something that might not be possible or at least this easy on land, the buoyancy helping him lift Jungkook so he can wrap his legs around his waist. Seokjin holds him with one hand and lets the other skim down the length of Jungkook’s shin, feeling where his ankles have hooked over Seokjin’s ass.
“This is hot, I wish I could do this all the time,” Seokjin says, words getting lost in Jungkook’s mouth as he leans down to kiss him.
“You could if you joined me at the gym,” Jungkook teases. “Pick me up and fuck me.”
Despite the lingering oppressive heat Seokjin shudders at the thought, how good it would feel, how good Jungkook would look split open on his cock. “Think I’ll leave it to you, it’s your signature move,” Seokjin finally says.
“And you love it when I do, don’t you hyung? How deep I am inside you when I do?” Jungkook purrs, taking the opportunity to grind against Seokjin where he’s gotten impossibly hard stupidly fast. “You could do it in here, you know. Fuck me like this.”
“I told you, no pool sex,” Seokjin tuts. “It’s not good for you, the chemicals. And water makes awful lube.”
Jungkook pouts. “Why do you have to be so practical?”
“I’m saving you from yourself,” Seokjin assures him and despite putting the kibosh on pool sex he keeps rutting against Jungkook, addicted to the feeling of their dicks brushing together through the thin material of their swim trunks. “I’ll go to the gym if you really want-”
“Stop,” Jungkook cuts him off quickly. “I have what I really want,” he adds, kissing Seokjin again. “Love how you fuck me, hyung, every time.”
“Should we get out and um…” Seokjin suggests, biting his lower lip and nodding toward the house, the lights from inside now bright against the settling dusk.
Jungkook whines. “I don’t want to get out.”
Seokjin laughs fondly, pinching Jungkook’s ribs. “You never do. I think you’re half mermaid or something.”
“Everyone's half mermaid. The top half is the same,” Jungkook points out obviously. “Hyung, would you still want to marry me if I were half fish?”
“Which half?” Seokjin asks, shrieking when Jungkook bites him on the shoulder to scold him, the sound echoing in the quiet. “Yah, I’m not marrying a top half fish person!”
“Even if it were me?” Jungkook presses, unleashing the full effect of his doe eyes. “But you love fish!”
“To hunt and eat, not fuck,” Seokjin argues. “Bottom half fish though… negotiable.”
“Oh really?” Jungkook asks, smirking.
“I mean I’d have to get a bigger bathtub…”
“I could live in the pool,” Jungkook points out. “Then you’d have to fuck me here.” Jungkook presses closer, grinding his hips in an effort to get his way.
“Are you about to summon a sea witch?” Seokjin teases. “I mean, do mermaids even have… compatible parts?” he wonders outloud.
“We’d make something work,” Jungkook promises as he kisses over Seokjin’s jaw and down his neck. “We can make something work right now.”
“I’m not going to fuck you in the pool-”
“Hyung,” Jungkook cuts him off again and it’s only then he hears the desperate edge already in Jungkook’s voice.
“Baby,” Seokjin coos, adjusting his hold and gripping Jungkook’s ass to rock him forward even harder. “Did you get all worked up?”
“Yeah,” Jungkook admits quietly, hips kicking a little faster.
“So soon?” Seokjin asks and Jungkook whines. “It’s okay, fuck. More than okay, you’re so sexy, I love when you get needy like this.”
Jungkook whimpers, grinding relentlessly. “H-hyung, I can’t wait.”
“You don’t have to, take what you need JK,” Seokjin soothes him.
Jungkook lets out a broken laugh. “You’ll let me come in the pool?”
“Kinda need you to at this point,” Seokjin admits, dipping his hand down the back of Jungkook’s swim trunks and Jungkook gasps. “I wanna see you. Can you? Like this?”
Jungkook hums, lips pressed in a tight line as he nods frantically. “I-” he cuts off, moaning as Seokjin brushes the pad of his finger over his hole lightly. “Fuck I’m gonna come hyung.”
Seokjin connects their mouths even though Jungkook’s past the point of coordination but he whines against Seokjin’s lips as his hips stutter through his orgasm, legs tightening almost painfully around Seokjin’s waist. Seokjin holds him as he works himself through it, breaking away to catch his breath.
“Fuck,” Seokjin huffs out. “Okay I’m going to the gym,” he says and Jungkook laughs, breathy and delirious. “Seriously, that was so hot, oh my god.”
“I should get out,” Jungkook mumbles, “before there’s a mess.”
Seokjin’s hesitant to let him go, wants to stay like this for hours with Jungkook just wrapped around him but he lets go and Jungkook pulls himself out of the water. He scoops up what’s left of his neglected cocktail and takes a long pull from the straw. The light from the full moon breaking the treeline shines off the water dripping from his hair, sparkling like diamonds.
“Either half,” Seokjin says suddenly and Jungkook moves the towel he was using to wipe his face.
“Huh?”
“Fish top, fish bottom. Either half, I’d still want to marry you.”
Jungkook’s smile is near blinding and it makes Seokjin’s heart feel like it might expand past the confines of his chest like Alice in the White Rabbit’s house.
~
When Seokjin wakes up the next morning Jungkook is awake already, scrolling his phone but still pressed close, his arm wrapped around Seokjin, his lips brushing Seokjin’s shoulder as he reads over it. Seokjin blinks to clear his eyes and tries to focus on the text flying by on Jungkook’s screen.
“A caterer, huh? Starting with food?” Seokjin asks, voice gruff from sleep and Jungkook jumps.
“Didn’t know you were up,” Jungkook murmurs, kissing the spot under Seokjin’s ear. “Of course that’s where I’d start, don’t you agree?”
Seokjin grins, turning in Jungkook’s embrace. “Let me see it.”
“Hyung-”
“Indulge me,” Seokjin tries, putting on a cute face. Jungkook tosses his phone aside and brings his hand in front of Seokjin’s face, wiggling his fingers. The platinum band dazzles in the early light and Seokjin captures Jungkook’s wrist and presses his lips to the metal. “Can’t believe it.”
“Is it really that shocking that I said yes?” Jungkook asks, quirking an eyebrow. “I’ve been crazy about you since the first bite.”
“First bite?” Seokjin laughs, low and easy.
“The day you fed me on camera,” Jungkook clarifies, and even after all this time his cheeks still get a little rosy. Seokjin shifts impossibly closer, tangling their legs together and Jungkook’s breathing hitches. “Sometimes… sometimes I still feel like that.”
“Like what?” Seokjin asks, running his thumb over Jungkook’s pink cheek.
“The butterflies or whatever, sometimes when I catch you looking at me, when you smile at me. More than sometimes,” Jungkook admits, running his hand over Seokjin’s shoulder and down his arm.
“You were such a good boy, opening right up for me,” Seokjin teases and Jungkook shifts against him, half hard and already a little shaky.
“And what about you hyung?” Jungkook starts, leaning to brush their noses together. “Are you going to be a good boy?”
“Oh?” Seokjin answers, goosebumps peaking after the trail of Jungkook’s fingers. Jungkook drags his hand down Seokjin’s spine, dipping beneath the back of his briefs. “I can be good.”
“Gonna open up for me?” Jungkook hints and Seokjin whines, nodding before connecting their mouths at last. Jungkook squeezes his ass cheek and spreads him, pulling him closer so they can grind together. The pad of his finger presses against Seokjin’s hole and Seokjin sucks in a sharp breath.
“Get lube, JK I need you to-”
“I’ve got you hyung,” Jungkook soothes, twisting toward the nightstand and coming back with the bottle. He takes off his boxers then tugs at Seokjin’s underwear and Seokjin hurries to help him, kicking them off the end of the bed. “What’s the rush?” Jungkook teases as he spreads lube over his fingers.
Seokjin glares but he can’t maintain it when Jungkook is shifting closer, rocking his hips against Seokjin’s and reaching behind him. His finger slides easily over Seokjin’s rim and he circles there while they kiss, Jungkook seemingly content to drive Seokjin absolutely crazy with the languid way he’s moving.
Finally Jungkook presses inside, one smooth motion and Seokjin makes an embarrassing noise against his lips that has him laughing.
“How dare you?” Seokjin breathes out, unable to muster the teasing sting he wants, already losing focus on anything other than the way Jungkook’s moving as he presses deeper and draws back.
“How dare I what?” Jungkook asks, voice rumbling out.
“I-” Seokjin starts but he can’t string his thoughts together enough to justify the accusation, can barely remember what it was in reference to. “Fuck,” he chuckles, almost embarrassed at how overwhelmed he feels all of the sudden.
“Okay?” Jungkook asks softly, quietly since they’re so close together, he must be able to read everything on Seokjin’s face. Seokjin nods, gasping when Jungkook presses another finger inside. “Always so tight.”
“Jungkook-ah,” Seokjin pants out as Jungkook really starts to stretch him.
“Feeling good, hyung?” Jungkook teases, thrusting his fingers harder, rocking his hips forward for friction that’s too sloppy to be enough by itself but it makes Seokjin moan. Jungkook brushes his lips over Seokjin’s, then places kisses down his cheek and over his jaw, nudging his chin up with his nose. Seokjin tips his head back, feels the scrape of Jungkook’s teeth before he bites down and sucks at the skin of his throat.
“No marks, you can’t-” Seokjin hisses when Jungkook nips him.
“They’ll cover them,” Jungkook argues but he moves on, ducking his head to mouth at Seokjin’s clavicle and Seokjin just- let’s go. He always can when he’s with Jungkook, and outside of Yoongi finding someone he can truly be himself with is a rare thing.
Not having to be his persona, not having to be ‘on’ all the time and especially now, like this where he can be vulnerable while Jungkook unravels him.
“Would you still love me if I looked ugly during sex?” Seokjin asks, brain on a tangent and Jungkook snorts against his shoulder.
“Not possible, you never look ugly,” Jungkook tells him right next to the shell of his ear and it makes Seokjin shiver.
“I’m hideous when I cry,” Seokjin counters, clenching when Jungkook presses a third finger past his rim.
“You’re not, you’re majestic,” Jungkook argues, pulling back to look at him. “And even if you did look ugly during sex, I’m sure I could get used to doggy all the time.” Seokjin makes an indignant sound and pulls a face, making Jungkook laugh. “Because I love you,” he tacks on for good measure.
“Well, you look ridiculous when I fuck you,” Seokjin huffs.
Jungkook thrusts into him a little harder. “Do I?” he asks, a gleam in his eye.
“It’s a real hardship for me,” Seokjin says, then, “fuck, Jungkook-ah, right there-”
“Maybe we should stop,” Jungkook teases without actually doing that. “Since I look so ridiculous.”
“No-”
“What was that, hyung?” Jungkook taunts him, rubbing over his prostate.
Seokjin can barely get the words out. “Don’t, you don’t- you look ridiculously hot, I-”
“Almost there,” Jungkook murmurs sweetly, kissing Seokjin and drinking down his whines and whimpers
Maybe Seokjin should be embarrassed about how needy he is right now, how he always gets this way when Jungkook’s touching him like this, but that’s part of it, part of why he knows this is forever; there’s no reason to feel that way around Jungkook because he knows everything about him, flaws and all, and he’s still here. And Seokjin’s pretty sure if he went broke tomorrow and lost everything, he’d still have Jungkook.
“Hyung, are you- are you good?” Jungkook asks, slipping a little in his previous boldness and Seokjin knows him too, knows how intense it is when they’re together, how Jungkook gets eager and overwhelmed.
“Yeah JK,” Seokjin assures him, wincing a little when Jungkook pulls his fingers out. “Lie back okay?”
“Yeah?” Jungkook breathes out, eyes as wide as dinner plates. Seokjin nudges his hip until he’s on his back and Seokjin sits up, swinging his leg over Jungkook’s hips to straddle him. It takes him a second to find the lube in the tangle of the sheets and he slicks his palm, wrapping his fingers around Jungkook’s cock and pumping his fist.
Jungkook moans, grasping the sheets as Seokjin touches him, spreading the precum leaking from his slit down his length. “Hyung,” Jungkook warns because he knows Seokjin can get carried away, might end up just jerking him off instead but that’s not what he wants.
Seokjin reluctantly lets go and readjusts, raising up. “A little help?” he teases and Jungkook nods frantically, reaching down to grip the base of his dick to line up with Seokjin’s rim. Seokjin eases down, taking Jungkook slowly before bottoming out, staying still to adjust to the stretch.
“F-feel okay?” Jungkook manages, clearly also needing a minute to gather himself but as always wanting to make sure it’s good for Seokjin. He always just wants to be good.
"Yeah," Seokjin manages, a little breathless. "Fuck, so good."
Jungkook sucks in a ragged gasp when Seokjin starts to move, his hands clutching at Seokjin's hips. Seokjin raises up as far as he can then sinks back down, both of them moaning at the drag, Jungkook trembling slightly. Seokjin can't maintain this pace for long though, he's been keyed up since the pool yesterday and desperation thrums under his skin.
Jungkook's whimpers are drowned out by the slap of bare skin but it can't compete with Seokjin's moans, loud and sharp in the otherwise calm morning. Seokjin's leaking so much and his dick bobs above Jungkook's belly, precum slicking the skin there. Seokjin can feel Jungkook's fingers digging into his hips and wonders if he might bruise, the thought making him sob as he drives down on Jungkook's cock.
This is the rest of his life, he can have this, can have Jungkook just like this or however else. There was a time where the idea of one partner wasn't something he wanted, was off putting even. Then there was a more recent time or two where he thought maybe there was something worth holding onto.
Then there's Jungkook who Seokjin is without a doubt sure that he never wants to let go of.
Seokjin leans forward to kiss him, whining into his mouth as Jungkook grips him tighter and pistons up into him relentlessly, driving him closer to release. Seokjin shifts back up, bouncing on Jungkook's cock and watching Jungkook's composure disintegrate.
“F-fuck, sorry, I’m so sorry hyung-” Jungkook stammers, biting his lower lip like he’s trying to concentrate.
“Shhh, baby it’s okay,” Seokjin soothes, “I love it when you’re feeling this good, come on.”
“If we stop-”
“Don’t wanna stop,” Seokjin tells him even though his thighs are burning. He’s not expecting Jungkook to wrap his arm around his lower back right before he flips their position, Seokjin’s back hitting the mattress as he lets out an oof.
“I think you like it,” Jungkook says, pinning him down.
“Like what?” Seokjin asks, trying to rock his hips but Jungkook’s too heavy for him to move.
“Making me come whenever you want me to,” Jungkook growls, grinding slow and deep and Seokjin’s eyes flutter closed. “Maybe I should try it.”
“Yes, JK I’m- I’m so close, just keep doing that,” Seokjin whines, reaching between them for his dick but Jungkook intercepts him, pins his wrist over his head and stops moving. “Ah- fuck, baby please-”
“Not yet,” Jungkook says mischievously. “It’s up to me, remember?”
Seokjin can’t contain the broken whimper he lets out, unbelievably turned on and so desperate. Jungkook starts to rock against him again, the barest friction yet it makes Seokjin sob, lifting up to meet Jungkook’s movements.
“It’s a little different I guess,” Jungkook says, sounding surprisingly composed, “than what you do. I think you like to make me come before I want to.”
“Fuck, right there, I-” Seokjin gasps, then Jungkook stops again. Seokjin kind of wants to scream, and he kind of wants Jungkook to do this for the rest of the day.
“I’m going to let you come hyung, when I’m ready,” Jungkook assures him and there’s relief in that somewhere but Seokjin doesn’t know how much more of this he can take. He doesn’t know how much more of this Jungkook can take, knows he could tip him over the edge if he wanted to.
"Do you admit it?" Jungkook asks quietly, hips circling and teasing and Seokjin tries to focus on what he's asking him.
"Admit it?" Seokjin pants, fingernails surely leaving crescent indents on Jungkook's shoulders.
"You like it when it's up to you, when you make me come when you want, when it's-" Jungkook gasps, moans, stops moving. "When it’s too soon."
"It's never too soon," Seokjin argues, still trying to shift against Jungkook for friction.
"Hyung, please," Jungkook snorts.
"It's not, it's- I like when you get that worked up, it-" Seokjin stops to take a breath, licks his lips, "it fucking turns me on so much, fuck."
"Really?" Jungkook asks earnestly, studying Seokjin's face for the lie.
Seokjin nods. "Yeah, I don't know how to explain it, I don't know if it makes sense. I don't know if it makes me a weirdo-"
"I'm not sure that's what makes you a weirdo-"
"Hey," Seokjin huffs before laughing. "Do you not like it? I'll stop, I never thought about it really, I didn't know it bothered you."
Jungkook's biting back a smile. "It doesn't bother me, especially if it gets you off or whatever."
"Well," Seokjin starts, brushing their lips together, "it does get me off. Or whatever."
"I know I said I was going to do it to you," Jungkook says, cheeks getting a little pinker, "but if you wanted to- fuck, I'm really close hyung. Feels so good, but if you want I can wait, I can try-"
Despite how heavy Jungkook is, nothing but muscles, Seokjin shoves at him until there's enough room between them. "Move."
"Are you su-"
"Want you to come inside me," Seokjin urges and Jungkook whimpers, starts snapping his hips and fucking deep into Seokjin. "Don't hold back baby, let me have it."
Jungkook's thrusts are brutal and starting to falter and he releases Seokjin's wrist where he still held it against the mattress. "Touch yourself hyung, I'm- I'm so close I can't-"
Seokjin reaches between them, cock still so slick from precum as he pumps his fist, the familiar tingling of his orgasm starting to crest. Jungkook's whole body is quaking like he's just trying to hold on.
"JK," Seokjin gasps, muscles tensing, "let go."
Jungkook comes with a broken sob, moaning through his orgasm as he spills deep inside Seokjin, still jacking his hips forward to get Seokjin there. Seokjin connects their lips and it only takes a few more tight strokes before he's coming in the minimal space between them.
"Fuck yes, hyung you look so beautiful just like I said you did, so perfect and hot," Jungkook murmurs, still grinding into Seokjin until he's trembled through the aftershocks but he can't help giggling. "Why are you laughing at me?" Jungkook pouts.
"I'm so in love with you," Seokjin manages, breathless and still chuckling. "I'm so happy you're going to marry me." Jungkook buries his face in Seokjin's neck and sniffles. "What? What's this?"
"You know I get emotional after I come," Jungkook's muffled voice tickles against Seokjin's skin.
Seokjin turns his head to kiss Jungkook's sweaty temple. "Let's shower, hmm? Then I'll make us breakfast and we can talk about a caterer."
Jungkook nuzzles a little closer before slowly easing off Seokjin, eyes a little misty but he's smiling brightly. "Maybe after breakfast... we can get in the pool?"
"Again?" Seokjin teases.
"I- I may have told Jimin and Taehyung about the proposal," Jungkook explains on his way to the bathroom.
Seokjin follows behind. "Did you now?"
"And Jimin may have invited himself over to celebrate and for a swim, with a plus one," Jungkook continues, starting the shower.
"Maybe you should text him and tell them they might as well join us for breakfast," Seokjin says, passing Jungkook to get under the water.
"Wait really?" Jungkook asks and Seokjin nods, grinning when Jungkook smiles wide and runs into the bedroom for his phone.
"Jungkook-ah!" Seokjin yells, voice echoing in the stall over the patter of the spray.
"Hyung?" he barely hears Jungkook call back.
"Tell Jimin to bring some champagne."