Virulent ~ VMinKook ~

Amoral

While Jimin was politely swallowing his sharp retorts to his teacher's unwitting insensitivity, Jungkook was swallowing his own objections. As it happened, he was also swallowing the swollen head of the middling sized cock of a senior once he emerged victorious against his own gagging reflex. So, he didn't have much time to dwell on the systematic unfairness of the treatment of minorities in a notoriously xenophobic environment of an elite Australian boarding school. He was far too busy concentrating on not regurgitating his breakfast while he endured the vigorous face-fucking he was being subjected to.

Not that he was being forced, by any means. He just had to meet Yoongi at the dorm he shared with Perfect Prefect Jimin (the one and only way Jungkook ever addressed, or even thought, of the older boy) and he didn't have time for Jacob's horny bullshit. For someone who's one defining character trait was bone deep laziness, Yoongi was surprisingly intolerant of tardiness.

With an expression that would have been bored if his current predicament wasn't so physically taxing, Jungkook brought the hand that had previously rested on the older boy's thigh and pressed his index and middle finger firmly against Jacob's taint. Given time, he might have run those fingers through the undignified trail of drool that ran down his chin and slipped them into the other boy's ass, giving him a proper prostrate massage. But Jacob had to be gently coaxed into such things. His fragile ego needing to be thoroughly overwhelmed with pleasure before he allowed 'that gay shit'.

Jungkook enjoyed the irony of that almost as much as he enjoyed the 'gay shit'. At least, when he wasn't running short on time. He pressed his fingers harder, massaging small circles until Jacob's hips were jerking. The hand cradling the back of his neck almost affectionately clenched in his hair to hold him in place while the cock in his throat twitched and pulsed, spurts of cum trickling down his oesophagus.

He did choke then, sputtering breathlessly as he jerked back, slamming his head against the wall. He pushed Jacob from him as he bent double, coughing violently as spit and cum sprayed from his mouth onto the senior's once pristine grey trousers.

"Jesus fucking Christ, Kook!" The older boy exclaimed in disgust.

Jungkook rolled his eyes even as his chest heaved in the aftermath of his choking fit. He didn't know what Jacob was so upset about. He wasn't the one who'd just had a string of cum dribble out of his nose. With a kind of malicious pleasure, he brought the hand that he'd just used to wipe his wet face and wiped it on the thigh of Jacob's pants.

"You're fucking disgusting." The older boy growled; his hands balled at his sides aggressively as he towered over him.

Jungkook spat Jacob's leavings onto the tiled floor in response, narrowly missing his shoe. Damned if he was swallowing for that fucker. "Eat a dick." His voice emerged soft and hoarse from his abused throat.

"That's your job."

Jungkook chuckled at the surprisingly witty quip. "Touché."

Jacob left while he was still on his knees, as so many of his suitors were wont to do.

"Aw, don't be mad, baby. We're still on for Tuesday, right?" He called after the retreating back. The effort tore at his throat, but he was incapable of leaving well enough alone.

"Fuck you, Jeon." Jungkook noted the mispronunciation of his last name with a twitch of irritation. Didn't matter how many times he told these knuckle-dragging fuckwads it wasn't Jee-on, they still couldn't get it right.

"So that's a yes?" He pressed. He saw the shoulder tense before the older boy paused at the door that led to the small, unoccupied student lounge. His laughter was soft and mocking as Jacob disappeared out the door. "That's a yes." He murmured to himself, a knowing smirk twisting his lips.