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In any other situation, Jungkook might have felt a little ashamed about taking a full week off of work for the sole purpose of jerking off.
But then, it’s not every day that your country finally legalizes pornography, thereby opening up a whole new world of jerking off opportunities. And it’s certainly not every day that said legalization takes place almost directly in line with one’s discharge from military service, in effect putting a bow on top of ending a long and painful 18 month stretch where the sexiest thing Jungkook had the chance to look at was a smuggled-in Sunmi photocard that everyone in his unit had to pass around.
Given those circumstances, Jungkook thinks it’s a pretty fair use of vacation time. He’s lucky enough to have had a job waiting for him post-enlistment, handling videography at a local TV station, and his manager didn’t make him wait more than a month before using time off.
So what if he’s not actually going back to Busan to see his parents like he’d told that same manager, and is in fact planning to hole up in his apartment with an extra-large bottle of lube, some toys, a mountain of snacks, and an industrial pack of wet wipes.
Jungkook has watched porn before, of course. But blurry 280p American porn clips that his older college roommate downloaded for the both of them is really not the same as professionally produced videos - videos featuring, for once, men who actually look like him. Men he could fantasize about meeting out at a club one day, or bumping into on the street, right here in Seoul.
Sure, maybe daydreaming about being hit on by a hot porn star at a bar isn’t the most realistic path to getting a boyfriend, but Jungkook can dream. He’s a good-looking young guy with an apartment to himself and a job he enjoys and a stellar internet connection. If he wants to take a jerk-off vacation, then he's going to take a jerk-off vacation, damn it.
Jungkook wakes up on day one already hard.
That’s honestly not too out of the ordinary, though. And morning wood after a dream like the one he had last night, well...
Sighing sleepily, Jungkook slips his hand under the covers and teases his fingertips over his hardness, trying to call back the fleeting remenants of the dream. There was the feeling of fabric under his bare body, or maybe it was leather. A hand around his cock, but not his own. A man's hand, big, with wide knucles and and sure stroke. Jungkook's lips part and his eyes flutter closed as he tries to remember more.
There’d been someone in front of him, too. Someone with a big cock, angled down just right for him, hard and dripping in front of his face. Jungkook thinks he’d just been opening his mouth to take it in when he’d stirred awake and the images had slipped away.
With a groan, Jungkook pulls his hand away from his cock and out from under the covers. He’s set aside time specifically for this in the afternoon, and if he comes so soon he might not be able to go for as many rounds as he wants to later on. He ignores the protesting pulse of his neglected cock and stretches, groaning as his joints crack. By the time he’s rolling himself out of bed in search of coffee, Jungkook has managed to push down the arousal until it’s little more than an itch in the back of his mind.
It’s not until he’s rolling forward in his computer chair, supplies on hand and that itch surging back into full awareness, that Jungkook realizes he hasn’t really given any thought to what kind of porn he wants to watch. He fidgets and spreads his legs, heat already pooling in his groin just from the little thrill that setting everything up gave him. He’ll just open the site and figure it out from there.
The front page is a barrage of videos and still images of naked women contorted every which way, mouths open and legs spread. That’s not a problem, really, but Jungkook is ready for some good old fashioned projection, so he clicks the almost-hidden tab at the top of the page marked “gay” and the site reloads. The video thumbnails are just as lewd, but this time Jungkook reaches down to rub over his bulge and starts to scroll.
There are a few options that look interesting. Jungkook's eyes catch on an image of a pretty boy with bright red hair bent over a desk. He sucks his lower lip into his mouth and bounces his leg, leaning a little closer. The top is tall and muscular, with big hands and blonde hair - definitely Jungkook’s type. Neither of them are fully undressed - it looks like an office roleplay, although he supposes the set isn't particularly important. Jungkook bites his lip and clicks on the video.
The title itself isn't exactly a turnon - "TWINK POUNDED BY BUFF BOSS AFTER HOURS FUCK" - but the actors look hot and Jungkook is already picturing the top's big hand pressing down on his low back instead of the ‘twink’ in the video. He closes out the one ad that his adblocker missed and hits play. After a short title screen flashes, the scene opens on the smaller of the two men standing outside a closed door and shuffling some papers.
Jungkook's first thought is that he could definitely have shot this at a better angle. His second is that this man is absolutely beautiful. His dyed hair cuts a contrast with the salary worker outfit, complete with cute glasses - although that shirt might be a little more sheer than the department store standard.
Jungkook's eyes widen when the redhead moves into the next set and the camera focuses in on the actor playing the ‘boss’. Only his back had been visible in the thumbnail, which is a shame, because this is probably the hottest man Jungkook has ever seen in his life. His white blonde hair is slicked back, showing off sharp cheekbones and a strong jaw. He's got eyes like a dragon and shimmering golden skin, and is so buff that it seems as though his tight white button-down might burst off of him at any moment.
Jungkook is so busy admiring him that he forgets that the video was supposed to have a plot. The redhead stammers out a few lines about being sorry for his late work and promising to stay late to cover for it. He's not a particularly good actor, but he’s cute enough to make up for it and his voice is sweet. Jungkook almost fast-forwards in search of more "action", but then the tall man starts speaking. His voice is low and incredibly sexy, which is lucky because his acting is actually worse than the other man's. Jungkook makes a face to himself despite how good looking they are.
Things start to pick up after that, though. There are a few painfully scripted lines about "working hard" and "making it up to me", which Jungkook will admit the blonde does deliver with suitable sexy menace. A short thrill goes through him when finally, finally , the boss character takes a few menacing steps forward around his desk, jaw flexing, and tears his shirt open. Buttons fly everywhere, the camera zooming in on the reveal of his round pecs and pert dark nipples.
Jungkook bites his lip and cups his soft cock, rubbing a little through the thin fabric of his sweatpants. On screen the smaller man bites his lip, too, but it’s far more plush and pink than Jungkook's. He yields ground to the other man, leans back against the desk and flutters his eyelashes. Jungkook's cock twitches at the way the boss looms over him.
There’s a few moments of heated staring before the boss grabs the redhead by the chin, big hand curling around his jaw, and kisses him hard. They both moan loudly, and then the smaller man is being turned and slammed down over the desk. Jungkook groans and squeezes a little tighter around his dick, imagining himself in that situation. The bite of the desk against his hips and the pressure of the big top's hand on his low back, the feeling of helplessness. The redhead whimpers, and Jungkook rubs a little harder.
This time, when the boss character growls a few words into the redhead's ear, it doesn't matter at all what he's saying. Jungkook shivers at the tone and palms the rapidly filling outline of his cock as he watches the way the smaller man squirms and arches his back. His ass is perfect, round and bitable. Jungkook can't wait to see it bare and spread by the taller man's cock. He must be huge - they're both probably huge, they're porn stars - but Jungkook wants to see, needs to know for sure.
The boss pulls back and spanks the redhead, loud and firm. Jungkook knows his cry is for show, but it makes him shudder and wish he was bent over that desk, too, waiting his turn. The tall man brings his hand down a few more times, loud, hard slaps interspersed with fondling the bottom’s plump ass, and then - the video cuts.
Jungkook frowns, hand stilling over his sweatpants. If he's going to spend a whole week exploring this new world, he doesn’t want to do it via the same sort of short clips he’s seen in the past. He’ll figure out how to subscribe to the site after this, he decides. He won't be caught off guard mid-buildup again.
The scene cuts back in after some time has clearly elapsed. The pretty redhead has his pants around his knees, thick thighs and glorious ass fully on display. Jungkook sighs and imagines sinking into him, the softness of that ass under his palms and the tightness around his cock. He finally pulls himself out of his boxers, stroking a little faster and hissing at the increased sensation.
On screen, the boss unfastens his belt with a loud clinking noise, undoubtedly deliberate, and Jungkook's fantasy changes again. Now he’s thinking about hearing that sound right behind him when he's bent over with his ass in the air, blind to his top's next move. He grits his teeth against a whine and rubs his fingertips just under the head of his cock. The boss tugs his cock out of his dress slacks, and it's just as huge as Jungkook had hoped.
His mouth waters as the man strokes himself a few times, hand working over his cock. It's clearly for show, because he's incredibly hard - long, thick, and veiny. It looks ridiculous next to the smaller man's slender body bent over the desk. Like it couldn't possibly fit inside him - and fuck, thinking of that just makes Jungkook even harder. Just as he's leaning forward to watch the moment the top pushes inside, the video cuts again. Jungkook swears. He's definitely going to have to subscribe.
The next cut launches right into full-on fucking, and it takes Jungkook's brain a few seconds to catch up. The redhead is wailing, high and needy, and knocking papers off the prop desk with every thrust. Jungkook drinks in how his whole body jolts forward each time, how his thighs flex and his ass bounces. It's fucking hot.
The bigger man is unspeakably gorgeous, with his jaw tight, sweat forming on his forehead, and a single strand of sleek blonde hair falling forward across his brow. Jungkook jerks himself faster, eyes flicking from the glasses askew on the redhead's face (god, his face, stunning features and obscene lips, parted and gasping) to the flex of the top's arms as he pins him down.
Heat builds low in his gut as he watches them fuck. Jungkook spreads his legs and leans back in his chair, sweatpants kicked off, and groans softly. He’s getting close fast. Having the visual stimulation after so long with only his own imagination to go by feels electrifying. On screen, the top thrusts hard, one hand pinning the redhead down and the other pulling back to spank him a few more times. The camera jumps from the bottom’s squeezed-shut eyes and wet, open lips back to the hypnotizing bounce of his ass for a few more frantic thrusts, and then zooms in for the cumshot.
Jungkook speeds his hand up again, trying to catch up in time, but it's too quick after so many cuts.
The tall blonde pulls out and comes all over the redhead's pretty ass, head thrown back on a moan. Jungkook whimpers, because he’s close but not close enough, but god, it’s hot, they’re both so hot.
The video suddenly cuts off and Jungkook groans despairingly.
Needing more, now, Jungkook flails for his mouse with the hand not on his cock and scrolls up to the channel name - BangBang Studios. The studio's profile loads quickly and has dozens of clips and full length videos posted. Jungkook scrolls hurriedly, looking for a glimpse of either of the two men he just watched. He clicks on the first matching thumbnail he sees, a solo clip of the tall blonde top that's titled “RM JOI”. Jungkook sits back with bated breath, muscles strung tight with how close he’d just been.
It turns out that “JOI” stands for “Jerk Off Instructions”, which is something Jungkook never knew he needed until exactly the moment that RM starts speaking. His voice is just as low and attractive as in the first video, but in that one he was stern and commanding. Here, he’s flirty, cajoling, talking directly into the camera and slowly stroking his own massive cock as he does so.
“Yeah, baby, just like that,” RM says, smooth and encouraging. Heat spreads across Jungkook’s face and down his neck. He can’t believe he’s doing this.
“Get your hand all around that pretty cock.” He circles his own dick with his fist as he says it, and Jungkook can’t look away.
Fuck. He knows it’s just a video, just an actor talking to a camera, but it feels so good. The praise, the attention, the way RM looks into the camera like he genuinely wants the man watching to get off, to feel good.
“Squeeze a little tighter for me, yeah.” He says with the hint of a dimpled smile.
The “yeah” is breathy, and Jungkook moans out loud. He keeps his grip tight and his hand slow, no longer trying to get off as fast as possible. It’s no use though - he was so close already and the feeling of direct attention from this stunning man is overwhelming. Despite his best efforts, Jungkook comes about five minutes into the video, blowing his load into his fist when RM tips his head back and moans loudly with a hand gripping one of his own thighs.
It takes him a while to recover, but when he gets there, the first thing Jungkook does is to pay for a subscription to BangBang Studios. He has the feeling it’s going to be more than worth it.
That suspicion is proven right a few hours later, when after a workout and some food, Jungkook is ready for another round of exploration. Naked save for the towel from his workout draped around his neck, Jungkook settles in front of the computer.
This time he opens the studio’s profile directly, and, thinking about the redhead’s luscious lips earlier, clicks on the “blowjob” tag. Sure enough, the same actor appears in many of the thumbnails. Jungkook scrolls a little, stroking himself a few times to get going, and chooses based on a thumbnail of red lips covered in come, inches from the head of a long, curved dick.
He’s a little surprised when the video starts and the man in the shot isn’t the same actor from before. Instead, it’s a tall, broad man with natural black hair and a shockingly handsome face, dressed in a delivery driver’s vest (with nothing underneath, which Jungkook somehow doubts is a passable dress code for any delivery company).
His lips, though - they’re familiar. He must be the one pictured in the thumbnail - and Jungkook understands how he mistook the image for the other actor. He’s never seen anyone in real, actual life with lips like the ones either of these men have. Pouty, lush, and incredibly, beautifully pink. It’s impossible to look at either of them and not picture how those lips would look stretched around a cock.
On screen, the supposed delivery man knocks on the door and after a few moments, it opens.
Jungkook wasn’t sure what to expect, but he’s pleasantly surprised either way. The man on the other side has artfully tousled hair dyed a light auburn, and his flushed cheekbones are lit sharply but what Jungkook can tell is a mobile lighting structure similar to one that he works with at the studio. He’s shirtless and incredibly lean, with abs to rival Jungkook’s own. The only clothing he’s wearing at all is a pair of loose shorts that cling to the jut of his hipbones. The real draw, though, is the wet head of his obviously hard cock peeking out just above the waistband.
“Hey.” He drawls, voice accented with Gwangju satoori.
Jungkook keeps his touch light between his legs as he watches the broad-shouldered delivery man get invited in. The camera cuts to a view of the two of them standing next to a battered sofa, clearly where most of the ‘action’ is going to take place. Jungkook would’ve moved the tripod up a bit if he was shooting this, he thinks. Maybe moved the light source a foot to the left so it emphasized their best angles a little more.
He refocuses his attention when the shirtless man makes a cursory effort of glancing around the room and then runs a hand through his hair, bicep flexing.
“So, uh, looks like I left my wallet at my friends’ place.” He licks his lips and takes a step closer to the delivery man, who raises one beautiful eyebrow. “But I could definitely give you a...tip.” The camera zooms in on where the head of his cock is still poking out of his waistband.
Jungkook almost groans at how bad the line is, but it dies on his lips when the dark haired man smirks and pulls his flimsy vest open, dropping it to the floor. He’s cut, defined abs and firm pecs and the broadest shoulders Jungkook has ever seen.
“Yeah?” He asks, and even his voice is pretty. “Show me.” The delivery man drops to his knees, takeout boxes abandoned on the nearby table.
Now that he’s subscribed, there’s no skip in the video. Jungkook watches with bated breath as the first man drops onto the couch in a way that somehow looks more like a body roll than a casual slump. He shoves his shorts down hard and his cock bounces a little with the movement, long and slim with a perfect curve. Fuck, Jungkook wants to sit on that.
The delivery driver puts a hand on each of those lean thighs and leans in, his muscular back framed in the center of the shot. When it cuts to a side view a moment later, Jungkook moans under his breath and thumbs along the head of his cock. This perspective shows off the shape and length of the first man’s cock perfectly, precome shimmering at the head as the driver leans in close, eyes focused up on the other’s face.
Jungkook isn’t sure whose position he wants to be in more.
The man on the couch is incredibly hot, all lean muscle and shimmery bronzer and casual dominance. Or, not quite dominance - more of an effortless entitlement, like he’d expected nothing less than having his cock sucked in lieu of paying for his dinner. But the idea of having those lips around him is almost more appealing - so thick and soft, as if the man on his knees was sculpted into being specifically for the purpose of sucking cock.
As the actor takes the nude man’s cock into his mouth, Jungkook twists his hand and rubs over his slit, imagining it’s a tongue on him instead of his fingertips. The audio of it is almost filthier than the visual, loud slurping and sucking filling the room. Jungkook is grateful he lives alone. He squeezes his cock a little harder and leans forward to turn up the volume, too into it now to feel ashamed.
It’s a masterful blowjob, with everything glistening and spit-slick. The dark haired man deepthroats effortlessly and it has the one on the couch moaning with rising desperation. His hands guide the driver’s head up and down, hips snapping forward with a rhythmic precision. Jungkook gasps in time with the wet sounds. The auburn haired man maintains the same steady pace until he comes with a drawn-out groan, the sound rising and falling just like his accent.
Jungkook pumps himself faster and squeezes around his cockhead head with the other hand, trying to simulate the way the brunette is swallowing around the first man as he slowly pulls off. The camera swoops in for a close up at the exact moment that his cock slips free - clearly the shot from the thumbnail. It’s obscene in every possible way, from the soft slurping noise to the way come is still dribbling out of his cock.
The top keeps letting out rough moans, rubbing the dripping head of his cock over delivery man’s lips and smearing his come over them like gloss. Jungkook comes with a soft cry and his head falls back, but he keeps his eyes on the screen, chest heaving. He milks himself dry staring at the way the bottom licks his lips, tongue playing with the come and then flicking out against the cockhead still centimeters from his mouth.
It takes Jungkook's mind a few minutes to come back online, and he realizes he's still staring at the now faded-to-black screen. Reaching for a few of the wet wipes, he cleans himself up and tries to wrap his head around what he just watched.
At this rate, he’s not even going to need to look up any other porn studios, let alone other sites. After watching just four BangBang Studios actors, they’re already occupying slots one through four on the 'hottest men Jungkook has ever seen' list.
Several hours later, Jungkook pushes back from his computer with a huff, DEFEAT flashing across the screen for the third time in a row. Every time he tries to focus on the game, his mind starts running wild, calling up images of the handsome delivery man’s face during every pre-match waiting period. The way he smirked, the way he talked, the way he licked come off his lips. The way he still managed to be so beautiful even with a mouth full of cock.
After finally registering a win in the next match, Jungkook logs off and pulls up the video again.
The actors are tagged under the title, just as he’d hoped. He’s not sure who is who, though - is the broad-shouldered man occupying his every thought “JIN” or “J-HOPE”? Taking a guess, Jungkook clicks on “JIN”, and when the page reloads he finds that he’s right. And holy shit, Jin is hung. The banner across the top of the page is a full body nude of the actor reclining across a leather sofa, hard cock resting against his thigh and an enticing smirk on his face. He’s so big that it makes Jungkook squirm a little in his chair, thinking about using one of his toys this time around. It might be nice to watch Jin put that cock to good use and imagine it’s him that’s getting pounded.
Ten minutes later, Jungkook is back in his computer chair, this time with a towel draped over it. He has one of his bigger dildos on hand - one with a wide base that he can balance underneath him - and plenty of lube. The blowjob video from earlier is one of the most recent uploads, and Jungkook fingers himself open rewatching the end of it. He moans quietly to himself, imagining that it’s J-hope’s pretty cock pushing inside of him instead of his own fingers. Maybe after this he’ll find another video that features him, maybe one where he talks dirty in that Jeolla-do twang.
By the time he’s stretched himself enough to take the dildo without too much trouble, Jungkook is panting and hard. Using his less lube-covered hand, he clicks back onto Jin’s page and impulsively chooses the first video that looks promising: “HUNG DADDY RAWS TWINK BOTTOM”. The thumbnail shows Jin’s broad body curled over a slender, dark-haired man in front of a floor-to-ceiling window.
Jungkook hopes there’s less dialogue in this one and more focus on the visuals.
Luckily for him, the scene opens with both actors already naked.
“I’m here,” says the actor Jungkook doesn't recognize, a little too deadpan to be sexy. He’s kneeling by the big window, fully naked but with both hands held demurely in his lap and covering his cock. “All yours.”
Jin is standing to the side and the shot captures him in profile. It’s a stunning sight. He’s tall and muscular, with a firm chest and smooth thighs contoured with muscle. Despite being nude and not even fully hard, he’s holding himself with effortless superiority and an expression so composed that he might as well be wearing an Armani suit. Jungkook licks his lips and imagines being the one who gets to bring him to full arousal.
“Exactly as I told you.” Jin says, and oh, he’s much better at acting than the others. His voice is firm but not harsh. Commanding, but in exactly the right way. “Good boy. You’ll be rewarded.”
Jungkook breathes a little faster. Good boy. He wonders if Jin has any JOI videos like RM’s. Ones where he calls the viewer a good boy and directs him exactly how to touch himself, all in that stern tone of voice.
The bottom tilts his head back to look up at Jin and parts his lips. He’s incredibly beautiful, like a doll, with delicate features and a cat’s grace.
“I’m ready for you.” He says, and spreads his legs. Still kneeling, he brings his hands up to lace behind his head.
His cock is pink, and it’s not small - he’s a porn star, after all - but it’s not particularly big either. Smaller than Jin’s by half, at least. It’s surrounded by trimmed dark hair which extends upwards in a narrow trail reaching just below his belly button. He’s incredibly slim, with just a hint of lean muscle in his thighs and shoulders, legs waxed smooth. Backlit by the window, the man's skin looks milky white, which makes his shaggy black hair stand out all the more. He’s the classic definition of a twink. Jungkook thinks he could lift him easily, could probably even hold him up and fuck him against a wall, or in the shower.
He can’t wait to see what the man sounds like when he cries out, when he moans, when he comes.
Jin walks closer to the window and stands over the other man, smiling benevolently down at him. It’s so sexy, so dominant, that Jungkook’s cock twitches in his hand. He strokes himself loosely, rubbing over the head a few times with his lube-slick palm, and cups his balls. Even dips a finger a little lower, but doesn’t let himself push inside again just yet.
On screen, Jin puts a hand under the other mans chin, guiding him upwards. The moment he's standing, their mouths crash together, Jin’s hand still holding his partner in place by the jaw. Jungkook watches them kiss with bated breath and takes in the way the pretty one yields under Jin’s touch. His hands are still folded behind his head, submissive and obedient. It doesn’t take long before the mic (and Jungkook can’t help but wonder what kind of a setup they’re using, if it’s a boom or something else) picks up Jin’s satisfied sigh.
He pulls back from the kiss and drops his hand from the smaller man’s face.
“Turn around.” He orders sharply.
Jungkook clenches around nothing, cock twitching, and pulls in a shuddering breath. He reaches for the dildo and pumps some lube onto his right hand, coating the toy generously. In the video, the bottom hesitates a second too long, smirking faintly, and Jin roughly spins him around and shoves him up against the window. His face in profile is no less beautiful, the light from outside surrounding his body almost making him glow. Jin kicks his legs apart, and Jungkook moans. Fuck, that’s hot.
He wonders if Jin is taller than him, if he’d treat Jungkook the same way. Manhandle him roughly and pin him against the wall, the floor, a desk, or order him to kneel. He imagines fucking Jin's pretty sub while Jin himself watches and directs Jungkook's every move.
The bottom’s ass is small and round and cute. Jin parts his cheeks with both hands and the camera zooms in close. Jungkook bites his lip. His hole is as pink as the head of his cock, and it’s hairless and tight. Jungkook wants to eat him out, to push his tongue inside and guide those narrow hips to roll back against his face.
He whines a little, imagining it, shifting in his seat as Jin’s cock comes into frame. Jungkook brings the dildo closer to his own entrance, sliding down on the chair so that his legs hook over the armrests. Makes sure the position holds him open and ready for it.
“Gonna fuck you so hard you choke on it” Jin hisses. Jungkook moans outright, louder than he expects.
Jin positions the head of his cock just at the bottom's rim. It’s wide and dark and looks massively too thick to fit. It’s stupidly hot, the contrast of it against the bottom’s pale skin and clenched hole. Jungkook whines softly, nudging the dildo a little closer to his entrance. He teases himself with it, pushing in just enough to open up a little but not enough to really feel the stretch.
The camera pans out enough to show Jin’s muscles flex as he grabs the smaller man by the wrists and pins him to the window. The sounds of sweat-slick skin against glass are loud in the audio feed, as are the bottom’s low, needy moans. Jungkook imagines the sensations: the bulk of a larger man behind him and the wide pressure at his hole, the cool glass all along his front, his cock pressed hard against the unforgiving surface.
With a growl, Jin snaps his hips forward and buries himself to the hilt in a single thrust - and Jungkook’s voice breaks on a cry as he mirrors the action with his dildo.
“Fuck, ah, fu-u-uck,” Jungkook gasps, voice high and reedy.
He feels taken even all alone in his apartment, body overwhelmed and full to the brim. His hole spasms around the sheer size of the toy and he whines piteously again, eyes fixed on the screen where Jin is now fucking up into the smaller man at a brutal pace. It’s rough and filthy and incredibly hot. Jin’s cock is huge where it splits his cheeks apart, long and thick and flushed, wet with lube that was definitely added during a cut.
Jungkook tries in vain to fuck himself at the same pace as the pair in the video, but it’s impossible to keep up with the speed of JIn’s hips using only his own hands. His hole burns from the stretch, a delicious kind of pain that keeps his cock hard despite it resting untouched against his abs.
On screen, Jin pulls out for a moment, the camera zooming in on the slight gape of the sub’s puffy, wet hole. He takes a step back and drags the man's hips back, getting more leverage to fuck him faster. The smaller man moans even louder at the position change, feet shuffling further apart with his face and forearms are still pressed against the window. They’re clearly in a room that’s too high up to be seen, full length window or not, but Jungkook indulges in the fantasy of it.
He imagines walking by on the street and looking up to see the two gorgeous men fucking, the bottom’s pretty cock smudging precome on the window and Jin’s wide shoulders visible behind him. Jungkook pictures looking down at his own hands in place of Jin’s on the man’s slender hips, his own cock buried deep inside him, but that side of the fantasy is fleeting. Because most of all, he imagines it being Jin that’s splitting him open rather than the toy. Thinks about what it would be like to feel his breath condensing on the windowpane while he’s held still and pounded again and again.
The bottom continues to moan, as if he’s so overwhelmed that he’s unable to control a single sound that’s escaping his lips. His voice is lower than Jungkook had expected, but so pretty. Jin forces a cry from him with a particular twist of his hips and his thighs shake with every impact. Jungkook wishes Jin would move his hands so he can see if there are pretty marks on the man's pale skin.
Jungkook is just starting to lose himself in the rhythm of Jin's thrusting when the two shift positions again. Jin crowds them forward again and hikes one of the smaller man’s legs up against the glass, changing the angle to fuck him even deeper.
Trying to chase a matching sensation, Jungkook moves too. He struggles upright and fumbles at the side of his chair to drop the seat level, arranging the dildo underneath himself so he can ride it properly rather than relying on the angle of his wrist and arm. Bracing the toy with one hand, Jungkook sits down all at once just as Jin drives up into the other man on screen.
Jungkook almost chokes with how intense it feels, how full he is, how breathtakingly deep the toy reaches. He gasps in a deep breath and moans, the sound coming out more than a little strangled.
Using the new angle to his advantage, Jin fucks up into the pretty sub faster than ever. The sound echoes from Jungkook’s speakers, lewd and so, so hot. He tries to bounce faster and drive his hips down harder in an effort to keep up. Jungkook can’t imagine how deep it must feel to get fucked that way, how mind-rendingly intense taking Jin’s cock must be. He wants it, craves it, and when the camera zooms in to catch the bottom coming all over the window, Jungkook whimpers with need.
HIs legs all but give out on the next bounce and Jungkook takes the toy in deep with a cry of frustration and shock. Letting go of the base in favor of jerking himself off, Jungkook rolls his hips to grind the thick dildo against his prostate.
“Came so pretty for me, taking it so well,” Jin croons, hips still working furiously as the sub wails against the glass.
Jungkook moans from deep in his throat, so close he can almost taste it. His ass is clenching and his cock is twitching in the tight vice of his fist. He circles his hips again, grinding down harder despite the ache and imagining it’s Jin’s cock inside him. On screen, Jin finally cries out and shoots ropes of come all over the other man’s low back and ass, and Jungkook comes right along with him.
He’s gasping for breath, milking the few drops of come he has left out over his fist, but the cumshot in the video is still going. It’s the third time Jungkook has come today, and he can't keep up any more. Trembling, his hips rocking gently with the toy still buried inside him, Jungkook imagines the feeling of that come rushing up inside him, filling him. He wants to watch that, next, he thinks blearily. Wants to see the bottom’s face as he’s pumped full.
Instead of zooming out as Jungkook expected, the camera focuses in closer as Jin’s hand comes into frame. Jungkook whimpers loudly, oversensitive but unable to look away, as Jin’s long fingers start massaging his own come into the bottom’s swollen pink hole. He plays with it, pushing some inside and rubbing the rest into his skin.
Eyes fixed on the obscene image, Jungkook eases the toy in and out of him a few more times. Just a few inches in each direction, because he’s not ready to pull all the way off of it just yet. Apparently neither is the man in the video - he whines at the same time Jungkook does, a guttural sound.
Jungkook reaches down to rub his own fingers over his stretched rim in a mirror of Jin’s, imagining.
Jin smacks the smaller man’s ass when he finally pulls away. Seeing the size of his hand in comparison alone makes Jungkook’s hips kick a little. He yelps at the intensity that little jerk sends through him, but he can’t stop himself, and ends up backing up the video to watch Jin’s fingers play with the bottom’s used hole again and again. Jungkook watches the clip play out and squeezes hard around the dildo that’s still putting inescapable pressure on his prostate.
He wrings a second, much weaker orgasm from himself like that, to his surprise. Jungkook never comes this many times when he's alone in his bed, mind usually giving up on continuing the fantasy after one or two orgasms.
After everything, Jungkook barely has the energy to clean himself up. He tosses the toy into the shower to take care of tomorrow and doesn’t even bother closing the site, stumbling to bed feeling sated and peaceful and pleasantly fucked.
He sleeps better than he has in weeks.