Jinnie's Pasta Palace | ksj + myg + jjk

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oh how jungkook tasted good.

Jin wasn't supposed to be thinking such things. He couldn't be thinking such things. In the space of just a few hours, he had kissed Yoongi and was now making out with his hot younger boyfriend (assuming the two were still together) in his bed.

"You've been a naughty boy, haven't you, Jin?"

Jin didn't deserve the right to tell Jungkook to call him hyung. Instead, he moaned as the two met lips again, whining, "But..."

Jungkook broke the kiss to place a firm finger on Jin's now swollen lips, "Shhhh. Bad boys don't get to talk."

"But I should tell you about Yoon-" He stopped short. He fought to form a coherent sentence as Jungkook left wet kisses running down the elder's neck.

The younger paused, "Yoongi's not here. He's gone."

And as much as Jin's heart broke, he was dying to have those lips nick his soft skin.

That's when Jin got where Jungkook was coming from. Maybe forgetting was good. Maybe forgetting was the best option the two heartbroken men had. Maybe a thoughtless afternoon could heal a broken morning.

Jin's turn now. He sat up so that he was sitting in Jungkook's lap, and he let his hands roam all over Jungkook's toned body, reaching under the younger's white shirt to feel rock hard abs and toned muscles.

Jungkook moaned.

The elder went to kiss Jungkook again but he paused and he stared into the other's eyes meaningfully...

"I kissed Yoongi."

Jin didn't know why he said that. He didn't know why he felt the urge to vomit unnecessary information. His hands rested on Jungkook's torso and somewhere in the back of his mind, he noted down that he really should visit the gym. He hated himself for saying it but it was Jungkook's response that scared him.

"Well now, you're gonna kiss me."

And suddenly Jungkook's shirt was off as he unbuttoned Jin's blue shirt, mouth trailing lower and lower and Jin could feel himself getting breathless.

Jin could no longer read Jungkook's hooded eyes. All he recognised at that moment was the feel of the younger on top of him, hips grinding downwards and the unfamiliar feeling of a boner.

"Wow. Hyung!" Jungkook's hands rested on the tent in Jin's black pants, slowly applying pressure, "What's this?"

His voice sent chills through Jin's spine and he could feel blood rush to his dick as he squirmed under Jungkook's touch. That tone was no longer playful or kind. It was dark... unpredictable, "Jungkookie."

The name was stuck in Jin's throat as Jungkook slipped off his sweatpants, doing the same with Jin.

The sun shone brightly through the window.

"Legs open."

The elder had never been ordered like this before. But he was excited, not hesitating to show everything to Jungkook, lying bare on his bed, breathing heavily.

"Jinnie must not have had any action lately." The tone directed towards him was mocking and Jin felt pathetic. He wanted to protest but Jin did nothing but moan as one finger was inserted inside him.

"Gguk-ah. It hurts." He whined but Jungkook merely smirked.

"Bad boy don't talk. And bad boys certainly don't get rewards."

The sounds building up within Jin were foreign. It had stopped being painful and now...he just wanted another finger. But Jungkook looked like he was savouring Jin's helpless face as the elder man arched his back, humping the air.

Jin wanted to release.

And even though he felt dirty as he let his hand lazily stroke his own dick, he didn't care because the sensations that ran through him felt so fucking good.

He didn't even realise that his hand had begun to move faster, thrusting into Jungkook's one finger like his life depended on it, "Please Jungkookie. Please add another one."

"You're moving your hips like a fucking animal Jinnie. I think you're getting a little bit too eager."

And with that, Jungkook took out his finger, swiftly swatting away Jin's hand from his dick. The lack of contact made Jin shiver slightly and it was then he decided, that all sanity had left him.

He wanted Jungkook.

badly

Maybe the younger could read Jin's mind. Jin knew that he certainly couldn't read Jungkook. If he could he would have anticipated it.

The three fingers that he slipped into Jin.

The abrupt change was slightly uncomfortable but the only thing on Jin's mind was his own throbbing dick and the incredibly visible boner that Jungkook was sporting.

He gripped the bed sheets beneath him tightly, leg muscles tensing.

Jungkook's finger's curled and Jin knew that it was his undoing. He couldn't help the loud moan that escaped his lips.

"Ah, found it. Be quiet Jin, they might hear you from downstairs."

His hole clenched around Jungkook's fingers as they moved in and out of the man at an inhuman speed. The younger had found Jin's sweet spot: and he was taking full advantage of it.

"More. Please." He hated how whiny his voice sounded. He hated how he had to beg Jungkook to cum. He hated that he like the situation so much. It wasn't fair. Life wasn't fair.

but oh how jungkook knew how to use his fingers

His orgasm rippled through his whole body as Jin let out a lengthened moan, his now free hands running over his naked body.

He expected Jungkook let himself orgasm but the younger stood up, leaving Jin breathless on the bed. Why couldn't Jin bring himself to say anything?

Even as Jungkook redressed, Jin didn't dare to move a muscle. He could see the outline of Jungkook's dick in the younger's trousers, begging to be freed. He wanted to joke about how Jungkook was going to walk out with his dick waving to everyone in his restaurant but the atmosphere wasn't right.

Instead, he watched as Jungkook walked towards Jin's closet, pulling open the doors which moved outwards like snails in the heavy air. Jungkook pulled out a black sweater and wrapped it around his waist to cover his boner, before walking out leaving Jin covered in cum and completely alone.

And just like that, it was all over.