and rimming
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Jungkook shuddered in front of a small fireplace, hands outstretched, not too close to the flickering flames but just enough to feel the hint of heat, enough to feel it seep past his skin and make his insides warm.
“I didn’t have coffee, I hope hot chocolate is fine?”
Ah, that voice.
Namjoon was smiling at him, mug to his perfect lips, and Jungkook flushed.
“Was the shower okay?”
“You don’t need to thank me, it’s fine. I’d be a really shitty boss if I let you stand out in that rain any longer. We can’t have you catching a cold, right?”
Jungkook hated being reminded of what their relationship was, of what he was to Namjoon—just an employee, not worthy of thought outside the flower shop.
In Namjoon’s clothes, drinking from Namjoon’s mug.
Fuck.
He didn’t deserve Namjoon, as a boss, as a friend… as a lover.
Even though it was all he wanted, he knew he didn’t deserve it.
“I might, if you tell me what’s wrong.”
Shit.
“I think I’m in love with you.”
Jungkook wondered if he had ruined it all.
“Oh god,” he whispered aloud, now unable to tear his gaze away from Namjoon, horrified with himself. “Did I really just fucking say that?”
“Fuck, I need to leave-”
“Don’t go,” Namjoon’s voice was quiet, comforting, Jungkook melting. “Stay, let’s talk?”
“Who said I was going to reject you?”
Jungkook froze in shock, feeling his eyes flash wide open, unable to blink.
Namjoon blinked.
“Why?”
“B-because.”
“But I don’t want to?”
Jungkook recoiled in shock, grateful for Namjoon holding so tight to his wrist, saving him from toppling over into the carpet.
“You… you don’t?”
“It is?”
Shit.
“Oh my god.”
“You okay, Jungkook?”
“Can we kiss?”
“Too f-fast?”
Namjoon chuckled.
“Did I leave you in the rain for too long, Kook? Do you feel sick?”
“Tingly?”
“Mm.”
Jungkook was actually kissing Namjoon.
Namjoon was kissing him back.
“I’m sorry,” Jungkook apologised, voice cracking, unable to tear his gaze from where his spit had left Namjoon’s lips slick and shiny. “I’m sorry.”
“Yeah.”
There was no thought, as he took it.
“Want what fast?”
Namjoon hesitated, just for a moment, and then went for it, throat bobbing in the firelight as he swallowed loudly.
“Can I… can I eat you out?”
Namjoon blinked, once, twice.
“We don’t have to—”
“You’re so sensitive, I never would have guessed.”
“I can’t believe this is happening.”
“Me either. Thought you were gonna fire me.”
“Why would I fire you?”
“Really?”
Ah, it was kinda hot.
“Yeah,” Namjoon’s words were strained, like he wanted nothing more. “But another time? Let’s do stuff like normal people first. Kinks can come later.”
Jungkook wasn’t usually so nervous when it came to sex, like the horny overpowered his shy nature, like his dick overruled his mind, but he was fucking nervous now, as Namjoon started to pull down those soft borrowed pants.
Namjoon gasped.
“Fuck.”
Oh, right, Jungkook’s pride and joy. His thighs.
Then Namjoon slapped him, on the right ass cheek, not hard but enough for Jungkook to moan from the sting.
“You’re so fucking hot, Jungkook—”
Holy shit.
Oh my god, it felt so good.
“I came on y-your couch—”
“No,” Jungkook sniffled, ashamed, feeling his cock soft and sticky between his thighs. “Felt so nice.”
“Yeah? You sure?”
“Aww,” Namjoon cooed, forcing Jungkook to glance up now, smiling wide, dimpled and bright eyed. “Is that why you’re being a big baby? Are you embarrassed?”
“Yes.”
“You’re so cute.”
“I’m not.”
“So, so cute. Cutest boy in the world.”
Jungkook pouted.
Namjoon grinned.
“Lemme brush my teeth first, hey? You wanna stay the night?”
Jungkook wanted that more than anything, nodding with wide eyes. Namjoon held him tight.
That sounded like heaven.
“Love you,” Namjoon whispered, breath tasting like peppermint.
“Love you too.”