They gon' have the shower secks
I apologize if this is terrible ?¿
P.S the music I am listening to as I write this is so unfitting it's almost funny
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For the most part, the rest of the night was nothing like Jungkook had imagined. However, he had no complaints.
It started when Hoseok asked if he could come into the bathroom in the middle of Jungkook's shower. He didn't refuse; the frosted glass kept hoseok from seeing anything personal. What he didn't expect to happen was Hoseok asking to join him. There was nothing wrong with the question - he used to shower with his parents as a child. It was nothing new. The problem was that Jungkook knew Hoseok had a beautiful body. He knew taking a shower with the older would do something to his teenager hormones.
But, as usual, his mouth acted before his brain and before he knew it Hoseok was pulling open the sliding glass to clamber into the shower with him. He slowly began to freak the fuck out. He continuously told himself not to look down, not to look down. For the most part, he ignored Hoseok. He let him do his thing, rinsing off and whatever. However, he lost every moral he had when he did finally look down. Hoseok had a perfect body; a beautiful torso, strong thighs. And to tie it all together, he had the most glorious look on his face. His cheeks were still a bit rosy from staying in the cold rain for so long, and his eyes were almost closed as he rubbed the shampoo from his scalp. Jungkook stared at him for a good 3 minutes before Hoseok said anything.
"Are you just going to keep staring at me, or are you going to actually say something?" Hoseok asked, waving his palm in front of Jungkook's face.
Jungkook sheepishly blushed, "Sorry."
He only heard a small chuckle come from Hoseok in response, and he felt much less guilty about it - but it was there, nevertheless.
He watched quietly as Hoseok brushed his hair out of his face, staring him in the eye.
Hoseok knew. He knew the things he did to Jungkook. He could tell.
He returned his focus to Hoseok as the older teasingly swiped his tongue across his lips.
Everything else in his brain shattered.
He grabbed Hoseok by the shoulders, shoving him against the dark tile. He pressed a chaste kiss to his lips, feeling a slight tug at the hairs on his nape. He pulled away after a few more seconds, already beginning to pant.
"That was.." Hoseok trailed off, continuing after he thought of what to say, "Unexpectedly hot."
Jungkook chuckled quietly, grabbing Hoseok's thighs to hoist him up. He felt Hoseok wrap his legs around his waist, grinning as he did so.
He felt almost intoxicated when he felt Hoseok roll his hips. He wanted to so many things to Hoseok at that very moment.
With his chest tight, he struggled for air. He couldn't focus on one thing for longer than a few seconds as Hoseok's thighs tensed around him, his breath beginning to stutter with every gasp.
He caught Hoseok's lips just as he began to carefully run his hands up and down the dancers' sides, stopping at his hips.
Hoseok choked on a moan as his own hand traveled up and he began touching himself, almost bringing tears to Jungkook's eyes.
Knees weak, he let Hoseok down, turning him around to get a better look at his backside. He kicked Hoseok's legs apart and pulled his hips back, dragging his hands along the skin along his ribcage.
"Left drawer," he heard Hoseok choke out.
He leaned down to Hoseok's ear, whispering, "What was that, Hyung?"
He could feel Hoseok shudder beneath him as he took in his gruff voice. "The Lube," he stuttered. "It's in the left drawer below the sink."
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Guys I'm going to stop writing before I start typing gibberish (I'm so sorry if this is already really bad I've never really written anything NC 17 before) I need to take a nap ((ILL COME BACK AND WRITE THE SECOND PART I SWEAR)
