BTTMGGUK!!

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Namjoon was busy today. Exceptionally busy today, seeing as he lately was almost always 'busy'. He didn't have time to indulge Jungkook and it had been well over two weeks. Being the consigliere of the Blue family, who's boss, Kim Seokjin "RJ", was a man not to be defied; so when he wanted work done, you'd better get it done. Namjoon was given the task of looking out for any potentially interesting allies for the family, as they had 'disposed' of some problematic allies that posed a threat to the secrecy of the family. Jungkook knew a possible ally, but he had no time to even present the idea to Namjoon; He'd make that his excuse to blow his boyfriend off and hopefully get fucked.

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Jungkook showed up to Namjoon's office without any previous announcement of his visit. His boyfriend immediately looked up at the sounds of the door opening but looked back down when he saw that it was only his partner. Jungkook didn't try to talk and instead settled for going behind Namjoon and caressing his boyfriend's chest. He traced silly patterns into the fabric covered skin and closed his eyes to shield them from the bright light coming from the monitor; Namjoon was most likely continuing his assigned search for a new associate, with sparse luck if his attitude in the last few days meant anything. Jungkook pulled back one of his hands and reached into his back pocket, pulling out the black cloth with which he had been gagged many times and reveled in the fact that he was going to turn the tables on Namjoon. He only had a slight chance to gag him the correct way or Namjoon would catch up to Jungkook's plan and punish him, which, truly, wasn't really an immensely bad thing, seeing as Namjoon hadn't so much as touched him in more that two weeks. He waited a few more minutes, rubbing his boyfriend's arms and lightly kissing his neck. Jungkook was fingering the buttons in Namjoon's s shirt when moved the black fabric to his boyfriend's mouth, effectively and effortlessly gagging him like he'd planned.

Namjoon quickly stood up and reached behind him in an attempt to get Jungkook to loosen his grip on the knot he had formed. He had no luck and was forcefully shoved into the wall, shortly after being presented with a kneeling Jungkook in front of him. His eyes became slitted and he stopped fighting to remove the gag muffling his complaints. Jungkook opened his mouth and quickly started explaining the why's of the sudden attack, not wanting to anger his boyfriend more than he already had.

"I-I, fuck, Namjoon, come on, you haven't even texted me in two weeks. Two weeks!" Jungkook exclaimed, settling a kind of light regret over Namjoon's eyes, "I'm still your boyfriend, you know? I love you and I want to help you and spend time with you, but if you don't let me do that freely, I'm afraid I'm going to have to force you to come to your senses. Plus, after you fuck me, I'll tell you of a possible ally that you might want to consider in your search."

Namjoon exhaled through his nose and furrowed his brow in interest. He nodded firmly in consent and Jungkook smiled, making him look away while clenching and unclenching his fists in what Jungkook recognized as a reaction his boyfriend usually had when he saw something he considered as cute. Jungkook blushed and bit his lip, shuffling a bit closer to his boyfriend's crotch.

Within milliseconds, he was fumbling with the leather belt Namjoon put on that morning, discarding it carelessly in favor of getting on with it. While he started to take care of the zipper, Namjoon made quick work of his shoes, kicking them off in an informal manner, opting for being quick rather than being precise, still being careful enough to not accidentally injure his boyfriend. Jungkook pulled down Namjoon's pants and immediately latched onto the dark blue boxers his boyfriend was sporting, mouthing along the lines of where he knew his prize was, making the fabric lightly damp with his saliva. He heard Namjoon exhale through his nose again, a bit more exhilarated than before. Jungkook kept doing that for a little less than a minute before his arousal got the best of him and he was pulling at the elastic band sewed into the underwear and dragging it down to meet the pants he had pulled down only a minute ago.

His right hand immediately was on his boyfriend's dick, stroking with long and teasing movements, making him officially hard. He fished for the small bottle of lube in his left back pocket, squirting some of the clear and cherry flavored substance into his hand before he continued, now with a much easier slide and way more audible sounds. He grinned when he felt Namjoon begin to thrust into his hand, looking up to see Namjoon's brows furrowed and his eyes becoming lidded with every wet stroke.

Jungkook licked the slit only for a moment before engulfing the head of Namjoon's cock with his lips, continuing with the teasing licks once it was inside his mouth. He kept stroking, his pace stuttering every now and then as he became more and more wrapped up with the feeling of having his boyfriend's dick in his mouth, especially after such a long time had passed since he had gotten the opportunity to give his a boyfriend a blow job. He slowly slipped his hand down and let it sit in his lap, choosing to focus entirely on sucking Namjoon off.

Jungkook slowly slid down down down until his nose was touching Namjoon's lower stomach and he was delighted to hear Namjoon moan above him, low and grave, but exciting nonetheless. At some point Namjoon must have realized that nothing was really holding him back from removing his gag and he had done so and was now holding it tight in his hands. Jungkook backed off and quickly came back down, reveling in the feeling of his boyfriend's dick touching the back of his throat. He quickly set a steady pace, slipping off Namjoon's cock and licking a stripe along the underside of it every now and then.

Namjoon took control after five minutes of Jungkook doing the work, holding on to the back of Jungkook's head, who stopped his routine and opened his mouth when he caught up to Namjoon's thinking. the oldest of the two fucked Jungkook's mouth fast and wet, enjoying the obscene sounds and occasional choking he was causing using his boyfriend's mouth. Namjoon looked down at Jungkook and took in the sight that he wouldn't admit to have missed, but majorly had; his boyfriend kneeling before him, taking his cock so nicely with tears starting to run down his cheeks and hair messed up, an erection of his own straining against the brown dress pants he was wearing. He looked deliciously pathetic and obedient, so hungry for him and eager for his cock.

Namjoon ran his hand through Jungkook's sweaty hair and smirked at him; Jungkook shuddered because oh god, he didn't truly know how much he had missed that look, that cocky smirk that told him wordlessly where he belonged and whom he belonged to.

"You're mine, baby boy. You know that right? Of course you do, you fucking whore," Namjoon let go of Jungkook's head and watched as he sat back on his heels and hanged his head, small sniffs making him smile at the lightly shaking frame, "You do, dont you, Junggukie? Hmm?"

"Yes," Jungkook responded, "I know. I'm yours, daddy, only yours."