Thread by @silkcoeur, you know how in bv4, on the second night, seokjin got the [...]

you know how in bv4, on the second night, seokjin got the single room with the big bed? well i just keep thinkin about sleepy jk, drowsy from the long day and the hot shower and good food and warm tea, wandering in before bedtime.

just saying goodnight to sj, who's propped up in bed with his ipad, rj tucked next to his side. jk just kind of wandering around, killing time, touching the bed, being like, "hyung, this room's so nice, this bed's so nice."

and sj just kind of ignores him, focused on his ipad.

he makes a half-hearted joke, not looking up from his screen, about how jk has no idea how nice the bed is, just trying to grind it in that he's got the nice room with the nice bed.

but jk's just like "haha okay, lemme find out then," and flops onto the bed.

"you said i had no idea!" he whines, when sj makes a noise of outrage. he rolls his head back and forth on the mattress. "now i have an idea!"

"yeah," sj says, going back to his screen. "that wasn't an invitation."

but jk stays, flopped on his back, looking up at the ceiling.

he wiggles a little, getting comfortable. it really is a big bed, and he really is so sleepy...

"if you fall asleep in here i'm going to carry you to the bathtub, dump you in, and turn the water on," sj threatens lightly.

jk's eyes flick open from where they were sliding shut.

"you'd carry me to the bathroom, hyung? that's so nice." he smiles, smacking his lips a little. he really is so comfy. this room is warmer than the rest of the house, the light from the lamp turned low. sj's cheeks are flushed from the warmth, his lips puffy from the spicy meal.

"actually, i'm describing an act of warfare. that was a threat."

"noooo," jk says, flipping over onto his belly, looking over at sj who is still ignoring him, eyes trained on the ipad. "hyung's so nice to me, i bet you wouldn't even yell at me if i -"

and he wiggles, giggling hard, until he's squishing himself down under the covers, yelping, "i'm clean, i showered! i'm clean! these are new pj's!" while sj starts batting at him and complaining loudly about dirty boys in clean sheets. he looks over.

he has the sheets pulled up just under his nose. he says, "m'not a dirty boy, hyung."

sj considers him. he's finally looked up from his ipad, although it's still on in his lap, like he might just go back to it once he's squashed the pesky problem of a jungkook in his bed.

seokjin makes an annoyed noise. he glances back at the ipad in his lap. "don't you have better things to do? other hyungs to be annoying? whose personal space you could be infiltrating?"

jk smiles. he shakes his head. "i can be quiet," he says, voice light.

there's this half smile on sj's face. he nods at jk, looking him over. "can you?"

jk smiles harder underneath the sheets. he can feel seokjin's body heat, thrumming towards him. he slides his foot down the mattress, and the shift of skin on cotton is loud in the quiet room.

he says, "yes, hyung, so -," he swallows. "good."

seokjin's smiles notches wider for a flash of a moment and then he's looking back down at the ipad. "hm," he says, skeptical. he tilts his head head. "prove it."

jungkook pulls his bottom lip between his teeth.

his dick is heavy between his legs, & sj has barely even looked at him, nevermind touched him. he shifts around under the sheets - quietly, because he really can be quiet. after some strategic twisting, he launches his pj pants out from under the covers and over towards the door.

they land with a quiet thwip, and sj bursts into laughter. then he closes the ipad and puts it on the nightstand. "good, but not patient, huh?" he murmurs, but he's already turning towards jk, closing the distance between them, tipping jk's chin up to kiss him.

jk whines against his mouth. "hyung, i really will - i can be good, i /can/," and seokjin, with his fingers tripping down jk's chest, mutters, "i know you can, show me," and puts his hand between jk's legs, cupping his dick in his palm.

jk wants to groan, wants to rub against sj's hand - more, wants to take sj's hand in his own and push it beneath the waistband of his boxers, get their joined hands around his cock and slide it through the circle of sj's fingers - but he doesn't. he clamps his mouth shut.

stays very still. this little whine escapes and then a second one does too when sj's fingers find the head of his cock through his underwear and start to trace, rubbing the cotton deliberately and roughly over his tip and against the slit.

"that's it," sj tells him. "so quiet."

he kisses the tip of jungkook's nose. "so good." jk can feel the dampness now, at the front of his underwear, the way sj's long fingers are tugging that wet spot back and forth over his sensitive head. tiny explosions of fireworks in his belly everytime sj does it.

sj continues, "what if one of the other hyungs walked in here now, heard you whining for it, saw you with your pants off, already wet in your underwear?"

"hyung," he gasps. quietly, though.

"shhh," sj says, half-firm, half-fond.

then he reaches up through jk's underwear leg to pull his cock to the side and out through the leg hole. the elastic catches on his balls, digs in to the soft creases of skin, but seokjin says, "shh, shh," again and wraps his long fingers over jk's cock, stroking.

jk whimpers. seokjin's hands are cold, even while the cave of blankets is too warm, overheated. sj's thigh is hefted over jk's thigh and it's one long line of warmth between them.

sj taps his index finger against jk's slit where another drop of precome is beading.

"so loud," he admonishes, "and i'm not even sucking you off."

jk whimpers, but only very quietly. "i like your hands," he says, practically whispering. "i like your mouth. i like everything."

"oh?"

"i mean," he hurries to add, "you could still definitely blow me, though." he puts his hand on sj's forearm and can feel the slow flex of his muscle as sj drags his fist from the base of jk's cock to the tip, pulling off at the end.

"wow."

"i know," jk whispers, smiling.

he's trying not to hump. at least too much. "i'm so thoughtful, aren't i?"

sj makes a disapproving noise. "i thought you were going to be quiet for hyung."

"i am!" jk insists, whisper yelling. he pushes his hand from sj's arm to his chest.

he can feel sj's heart, thumping, and then the shape of his pectoral muscles, and then - he flicks at the nipple his fingers have found and sj makes a small noise, half a moan. "hyung," jk says, grinding in a little closer, "i thought we were being quiet."

sj looks at him fondly. "you have the loudest whisper in the world, did you know that?"

jk snickers, tucking his face against sj's throat. "nooooo." his fingers are still rubbing through the cotton of sj's shirt, and he can feel how hard & peaked sj's nipple is getting.

he says, "should you take your shirt off?"

and sj says, "oh so we're just entirely forgoing the quiet thing now?"

jk clamps his mouth shut. he says through his lips, "hyung, should you take your shirt off?"

"why don't you take it off with your teeth?" sj says,

and when jk just leans in to snap his teeth around the hem, sj shooes him off. "oh my god, that was a joke, lie back you heathen," and fusses until he's sitting up, holding jk down with one hand on his chest while he uses the other to shove the shirt over his head.

then he's sitting up and jk is laying down and looking at him, eyes all over, tracking all of sj's skin while it flushes up hot and pretty and sj is still, still holding him down with one hand on his chest.

jk's dick jumps where it's strapped by his underwear to his thigh.

everything feels slowed and hot and melting and then seokjin says, "turn over," and it all speeds up again. he flips, but sj catches him, "not that far over," and positions himself behind him so they're both on their sides, flush, back to chest. sj's hand lands on his hip.

"you want hyung to take these off for you?" he says, and jk nods, grateful. the underwear was tight and constricting and that was before all this shifting about. his cock feels - blood full.

but sj just hums. "what if don't? what if i just," and then his fingers move.

tracing the hot skin of jk's thighs from behind where they clench together. "put my dick here and fuck and you can just wait until hyung's finished with you and then maybe i'll let you take those off? if you're good. if you're quiet the whole time."

"i will be," jk pants.

he can feel seokjin's dick pressing against his ass. "i can be so quiet," he insists, and is preparing a whole speech on it when the door clicks open. jk makes a hot noise, this shocked little gasp, and drags sj's hand up to cover his mouth. to keep him quiet.

yoongi's holding up a pair of socks in the doorway. "ah," he says, voice low. he seems to take in what he's seeing in slow motion, the pieces slotting together, and then he looks down at the socks, makes a considering face, and uses his heel to shove the door shut behind him.

he doesn't look at jungkook. he looks at seokjin, holds the socks back up, clears his throat, & says, "hyung, i was looking for you. to see if these were yours?"

sj's palm tightens, just a little, over jk's mouth. he says, casually, "yeah, they are. did you want to borrow them?"

"mm," yoongi shrugs. "supposed to be cold tonight." he nods at jk. "you gonna fuck him?"

jk shivers in sj's arms. sj holds him tighter. "be good," he says, and then to yoongi: "honestly? we hadn't got that far."

yg nods, like that's fair.

he drops the socks on sj's suitcase, then settles on the edge of the bed. he touches jk's leg through the covers. nods again, pointing with his chin. "can i see him?"

seokjin laughs. "yoongi-yah, i'm so glad you asked," he says brightly, and shoves the blankets down,

rolling onto his back and dragging jk between his spread legs so that they're both facing yoongi. seokjin pushes his hand down over jk's chest and between his legs, tipping his thighs apart for yoongi to look.

yoongi laughs quietly. "hyung," he says, in soft admonishment. "what'd you do to him?" he reaches over and pets jk's dick where it's still caught in his pant leg. "poor baby," yg says, kneeing up onto the bed, shuffling in closer. his eyes don't leave jk's dick.

"no wonder he couldn't stay quiet," yoongi says, fingertips brushing over jk's strangled cock.

jk makes a fussing noise from behind sj's palm, protesting, because he /was/ being quiet like the whole time. most of the time!

sj kisses jk's cheek, but doesn't remove his hand.

yoongi makes another soft noise and starts to ease the underwear down off of jk's legs. when his cock is free, it slaps wetly against his belly and now both sj and yg laugh, softly, fondly amused at him. when yg touches his perineum, petting at it, jk's legs jump.

yoongi says, "i think you should fuck him."

sj slides his palm off of jk's mouth, and instead brushes the tips of two of his fingers against his lips. jk opens his mouth and sucks on them. yoongi's fingers move lower. sj says, "you think so?" still in that casual, light tone.

yg finally looks up, making eye contact with jk. his eyes are soft, a little questioning, but then - whatever he sees makes him smile, shift his gaze up towards sj instead. yg says, "i think he needs it."

when yoongi fingers him open, lube grabbed from sj's toiletry bag, seokjin is still holding him, one hand on jk's flank, the other around his thigh, lifting him up.

"yoongi hyung," jk gasps out, after quite a prolonged period of what was supposed to be prep.

yoongi looks up from between jk's legs. there's this burn of heat across his cheeks. "i'm like - good," jk insists. he can feel seokjin's cock, bumping wetly against him whenever seokjin rolls his hips. yoongi's got three fingers inside of him, as far as they'll go.

"yeah?" yg says, and grinds his hand against jk's stretched hole.

jk nods and slaps his own palm over his mouth, eyes rolling up towards the ceiling as yg's fingers prod inside of him, heat flooding him. "really good," he whines out.

then it's easy - easy for yoongi to slick up seokjin's cock, guiding the head to jk's rim while seokjin says, "yoongi-yah, jungkookah," in this choked off voice, fingers clenching on jk's hips as jk adjusts down onto his lap.

seokjin thrusts up into him, filling him out, and then jk says, "let me, hyung," and he's propping himself up, rolling his hips as he works seokjin's cock inside of him, arching his back to find the right angle.

sj reaches up and puts his palm over jk's mouth, and they move like that, slow and syrupy and heated, yoongi watching both of them with his own slicked palm moving between his legs.

when he's close, sj says to to jk, "you wanna come on hyung's cock?" but jk whines.

he grips the base of his cock. he's watching yoongi's hands moving - one stroking slow and steadily over his cock and the other reaching behind him. jk can just see the flex of his arm as his wrist moves behind him.

seokjin's cock drags along his rim, then fills him all the way up as he grinds down on it. he tightens his fingers on his cock. "hyung," he says, towards yoongi, "if you want - i can. i can save it for you, if you want me to?" and yoongi makes this choked noise,

fist stuttering over his dick. his shoulders curl in a little.

seokjin slaps gently at jk's chest. "good boy, full of good ideas."

"and hyung's dick," jk adds, still working his hips. "i can wait, i promise, even though," he looks back over his shoulder at seokjin.

"it feels really good, hyung, i'm so close, i bet i'll come the second i get inside of yoongi hyung," because it's true, he feels hot all over, full to bursting, even more so when seokjin grabs his hips and holds him down against his cock, coming inside of him.

"shit," yg says, & jk watches sj's eyes flash open.

sj looks back at him, licks his lips. "good boy," he says again, breath coming hard. then he pushes at jk's back, lifting him off his cock. he pats his flank. "go fuck him," he says, and jk crouches forward onto his knees.

"gonna come in you," jk promises, knee-walking forward, and where before he was soft and quiet and still for seokjin, he feels himself shifting. making himself a little bigger, a little louder. he scoops yoongi down onto his back, catching his legs and lifting them easily.

"good," yoongi breathes out, "that's it - just -," and he shudders and turns his mouth against his shoulder. "like a cock sleeve."

"fuck," jk groans, and pushes neatly inside of yoongi's slicked up hole.

it doesn't take long, like he promised. he fucks in once, twice, elbows flat on the bed, framing yoongi in, and then he feels sj slide up next to him. he looks up at seokjin. "hyung, can i come?"

yoongi's knees twitch where they're spread wide. sj tilts his head. his face is flushed with orgasm. "hm," he says, "do you think you've earned it?"

yoongi makes a broken noise. his fingers scrabble against jk's back.

"hyung," yoongi grinds out, "let him fuck me."

sj says, "oh yoongi-yah," faux admonishing, "and i thought you were here just to talk to me about socks."

jk laughs, but it sounds more like a pained gasp even to his own ears. yoongi is clenching deliberately around his cock.

yoongi's voice is like a wire pulled taut. "baby's dick is so fucking big in me, hyung," he says, rolling his hips, and just like that, jk comes.

"oh," he says, "i'm sorry, i'm sorry," back spasming as his belly clenches with heat, cock pulsing inside of yoongi.

but yoongi just breathes out, "fuck, good boy," and he feels seokjin's palm settle on his back, scrape down along his spine and cheeks, fingers petting at his fucked open hole, and it's like a second orgasm - those fingers, yoongi clenching repeatedly around him.

everything buzzy, except for their voices, both of them, telling him how good he is. he puts his face down against yoongi's throat and lets it wash over him, all that good, rolling heat.

when he opens his eyes, he can hear seokjin's voice.

"...and you say i indulge him, you just let him fall asleep /inside/ your ass."

"it's called afterglow, hyung, god. i thought you were romantic."

seokjin makes a withering noise. "no one is more romantic than you, yoongi-yah, no matter how hard you pretend otherwise."

jk lifts his head. "i don't think i fell asleep," he argues.

seokjin looks at him. he smiles. he nods at jk's chin. "you're drooling."

okay, so he may have fallen asleep, but - "okay, only for like three seconds."

he looks down at yg beneath him, "did you come?"

yoongi pulls a face. "do i have a third hand?"

jk rolls his eyes. "okay, well, you've definitely come untouched before..." but he eases out of yoongi, slides down his body, and fits his mouth over yoongi's straining, pink cock.

afterwards, when sj's returned with damp clothes and they've wiped themselves up, and yoongi's reached for both of them and pulled them in for a long and frankly extremely tender kiss, sj drops back onto his pillows. he looks at the other two.

"so collectively how much shit are we going to get from the others tomorrow for keeping them up?" he knocks his knuckles on the wall behind him. "these walls are so thin, i could hear hobi "dinga dinga dinga'ing" to himself while he was washing his hair earlier."

jk laughs. "nah," he says, "jimin and taehyung were plotting how to get namjoon and hobi to do a circle jerk earlier, so i think we're good."

"yeah," yg adds, easily, "i'm like. all set in the sock dept, honestly. that was a lie."

"wow," seokjin says, yawning hugely, "what a nest of duplicity and deceit." he smiles, sleepily. "cozy."

The end! Then yg herds jk back to his own bunk bed, but only after they've all exchanged a few more soft kisses and head pets!

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