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Jungkook and Mingyu meet in an unconventional way; Jungkook is a model so he attends a lot of PR events be it for promotions or finding new sponsors. He runs his own business as a model so that makes him his own manager, make-up artist, as well as scenario writer for his tiktoks. The app is where he makes what he calls silly content in his spare time and when he isn't busy flying from one city to another one.

But how he met Mingyu? At one of those same after parties but not as people who get introduced to each other. Jungkook escaped the crowded room full of business people who were pretending to be socializing when they were sharp like a hawk to find someone they could hunt for their own brand, business etc. Jungkook found a peaceful nook for himself on the balcony of the venue in one of the guest rooms. It was perfect to take a breather and recharge for the rest of his night.

After a few minutes of hanging out there, another man walked past the threshold of the small balcony. He was in the process of fishing his packet of cigarettes and lighting the one as he put it between his lips with his head low. But he eventually noticed Jungkook who was leaning against the railing with his back to the other. Mingyu stopped in his tracks to inform Jungkook of his presence with a single cough.

Jungkook twirled towards Mingyu with round eyes to check who it is and if anyone is looking for him ready to apologize and go back to socializing. But when Jungkook saw Mingyu in all his glory, the top one boxer and heartthrob of the country those days, he stood straight and greeted Mingyu.

"Oh, Mingyu-ssi," "I can leave if I'm intruding." They both spoke at the same time and when Jungkook saw the sincerity in the man's eyes that looked like a baffled puppy, he completely forgot about the idea of making an excuse to run away and give the man his space. To be frank, Jungkook was intimidated at first but did not despise the idea of having a chance to engage with the boxer. He was hot, tall and so deliciously muscular— Jungkook loved a man like that.

"Please, you can sit. It's not my balcony anyway." Jungkook tries a lighthearted approach to make the man feel that his presence is welcomed. Call him an opportunist or a whore, it doesn't really matter as long as he gets to feast on such a man. It's a harmless hang out anyway.

Mingyu just simply nods and sits down, leaning back in the chair as he lights a cigarette and inhales deeply then puffs out his first drag into the chill night's air. Feeling bold, Jungkook also decides to take a seat— but before he goes, he decides to take off his denim jacket and fold it over the arm of the chair. He doesn't miss the look Mingyu gives him, it's like he does a head to toe scan of his frame and his gaze gets stuck on Jungkook's narrow waist. Jungkook hollers from the inside, the boxer is definitely interested despite his nonchalance.

As Jungkook sits, he leans forward in his chair, with a small smile he stretches a hand with a gesture that looks like a cigarette being between his fingers, "May I?"

Mingyu takes a rushed drag and fumbles to find the packet of cigarette in the internal pocket of his coat, "How rude of me, please help yourself." He says as he swipes the cigs towards Jungkook on the small round glass table in front of both of them.

"You're a gentleman." Jungkook says amusedly and picks up the packet and extracts one cig out of it. As he puts it between his lips Mingyu also offers his lighter and Jungkook leans in for the man to light the tip while Jungkook takes a drag for the fire to properly light.

Jungkook also leans back against his chair and takes a long drag. Without breaking eye contact, he puffs the smoke in the space between them.Ffor the first time since the guy entered the balcony Jungkook sees a smirk and a tongue being shoved in a cheek as Mingyu drops his head and occupies himself with taking a drag of his lit cigarette.

"Anyway, did you also scape the claws of those vultures?" Jungkook breaks the loaded silence between them and takes another drag. The tobacco is fresh and tastes a bit like wine so he's glad he is not going to stink if he decides to join the crowd again.

Mingyu hums in verification and with a scoff, "My manager was bothering me to socialize and I was not in the mood for it so I basically fled when he was distracted."

"Hmmm, must be exhausting to carry the weight of being the best boxer in the country and everybody begging for your attention." Jungkook says in mock wistfulness and a bit teasingly and he notices the guy blushing. It shouldn't be fair that a boxer who is big and tough can look like a puppy. Jungkook bets if Mingyu had dog ears they'd be flopping in bashfulness or perhaps perk up with praise. He'd love to see that someday.

"Wait, you didn't introduce yourself." Mingyu says as a matter of fact after he recovers from his blush, he does indeed perk up like an excited puppy. Jungkook wants to pat him on the head and tell him he is a good boy and maybe in a not so innocent way. Perhaps while riding his face and seeing what that tongue can do.

"I'm Jungkook. Nice to meet you." Jungkook says cheekily as he is enjoying the attention he's receiving. So he crosses his legs and basks in Mingyu's gaze.

"Huh, how come I've never met you?"

"Well boxing community isn't exactly my go-to place to hang out. Which brings me to the question of how did you end up here." Jungkook wonders.

"My sponsor is hosting this after party so I was obligated to come. By the way, what is your go-to hangout place?"

"Don't you love to know." Jungkook giggles and takes the last drag of his cigarette and puts out the fire on the table by pressing the cigarette butt on the surface of the glass table.

"It's only fair that I know a little bit about you when you already know everything about me." Mingyu argues and it's a good one which Jungkook still knows how digress and make the conversation drag out.

"Won't you allow me a little satisfaction in staying mysterious? Don't get me wrong I love an eager guy but at least give me a chance to set my own pace, hmm?"

Mingyu raises both hands in retreat, "Fair enough. But how about a little fun?"

Jungkook perks up in his seat this time and Mingyu takes it as a sign to share his thoughts, "How about I guess what you do for a living."

"Deal."

Mingyu sits back and starts inspecting Jungkook with keen interest, letting his eyes swipe down Jungkook's body and they linger on his exposed tattoos. He considers himself lucky because otherwise the tattoos would have been hidden under his jacket. But now, Jungkook is just sitting in front of him in a simple black tank top and tattoos and muscles all out. The boxer has to stop himself from drooling.

Mingyu hums and at same time Jungkook has to shift in his seat wether it's because he is giddy under all the attention he's receiving or it's because Mingyu genuinely seems curious, it's between Jungkook and his whore of a mind.

"You seem lean and well trained but not in an athletic way." Mingyu shares his thoughts loudly and lights another cigarette. Somehow he catches a waiter passing by the hallway they came into the balcony from and whistles to get his attention for drinks.

The waiter stops and looks around for a second to see if he heard right and Mingyu gestures with a 'yes, here' so the guy takes the hint to walk in and offer them the tray of shots. Mingyu takes all of them with the tray and there's a dozen in it already. The waiter disappears as fast as he came and walks away with a shrug.

Jungkook watches everything that unfolds, including Mingyu sliding a shot towards him and gestures to it with his head, "Before we start this, let's make it a bit fun shall we?"

"I'm in."

"With each guess when I get closer to guessing your job you'll take a shot. And if I'm wrong, then I'll take it. Unless you have to drive?" Mingyu explains his grand scheme and Jungkook smirks in satisfaction as he shoves a tongue in his cheek and nods his head, "Not really, I took an Uber here so I like the idea." Jungkook shrugs nonchalantly, showing that he doesn't mind a little fun. He hopes it extends to other things that could perhaps happen tonight. Like a good lay.

"So about your first guess, you're right I'm not an athlete I'm just a gym rat." Jungkook says and takes the first shot, only because he knows being a bit tipsy will lead this into more fun directions.

Mingyu hums and nods in satisfaction and takes a drag of his cigarette as if it's a reward for his right first guess. Jungkook finds it incredibly attractive when he inhales the tobacco with a stern pondering look for his next guess.

"Does your job include creativity?" Mingyu asks next, pointing the two fingers that are holding his cig.

"Uh-uh, statements only sir." Jungkook teases, setting his own rules is also another trick for making this conversation longer. He knows asking questions would get him closer to the answer faster and that's not what he wants. He wants Mingyu to use that sexy brain of his.

Mingyu scuffs as he exhales the smoke, "Fair enough. Then let me rephrase it- Your job does require creativity of your own."

Jungkook purses his lips and pretends to think a little before confirming, "Sort of. But I'm not telling where and why."

"Oh I would not dare." Mingyu says and puts his hand, it doesn't escape Jungkook how deliciously big it is, against his chest theatrically.

Jungkook can't help the giggle that escapes him and the. sentence that is out of his mouth next, "Oh, you're adorable."

"I did not work half my life to become the best boxer you know for you to call me adorable, Jungkook-ssi. You wound me." Mingyu says wistfully and despite that he pouts and puts the back of his hand on his head. Jungkook laughs even harder, a full body laughter that doesn't fail to make Mingyu also crack a grin.

"Okay, okay. Back to guessing my job, tough guy." Jungkook says as his fit of laughter ebbs away. He schools his face and gets ready for Mingyu's next guess.

"Okay, alright. Uhm. You don't have to make a lot of phone calls." Mingyu shoots and Jungkook makes a feast in the air in victory and points to the trey of shots.

"Take a shot. I make at least a 12 phone calls for half a day. Not to mention the meetings." Jungkook exaggerates as he puts a hand on his chest, mirroring Mingyu's earlier gesture with the same amount of exaggeration just to tease the other.

Mingyu shows his feigned dismay by rolling his eyes but with an amused smile. Then throws the shot back in his mouth and slams the shot glass backwards in the tray. He probably doesn't drink being an athlete and all but he also doesn't look like someone who can't hold his weight considering he was the one who grabbed the shots.

"Let's recap this tho. You're creative , you make and I guess take a lot of phone calls plus meetings," Mingyu lists all of the existing information on his fingers and Jungkook confirms it all with the nod of his head. "Wait, are you an art director for those artistic galleries?" Mingyu asks while sitting straight in his seat and pointing at Jungkook as his other hand fishes for something in the pocket of his jacket. A pocket ashtray which he puts out his cigarette inside and then leaves it on the table along with his packet of cigarettes. Another thing Jungkook finds incredibly attractive in Mingyu, he doesn't litter and handles himself like he knows exactly what he does to the sanity of others with his casual masculinity.

Jungkook remembers he must respond to Mingyu's guess, which is again wrong. But before he gives a straight answer, he sighs wistfully, almost feigning disappointment as he sits sits back in his chair, spreading his legs and he knows the fabric of his Calvin Kline jeans stretch around his thick thighs. Mingyu indeed doesn't miss the chance to run his gaze on them. "I'm starting to think you want to keep me here all night Kim Mingyu-ssi."

Mingyu doesn't need more elaboration and straight up takes the next shot. When he comes down from swallowing the bitter liquid his eyes are lidded and fixated on Jungkook. "Now why would I want to let you go in such a hurry when I'm enjoying your company immensely." Mingyu claims, obvious that he's enjoying giving a little boost to Jungkook's ego.

"You make me want to go easy on you and give you a hint but since you said you're enjoying this…" Jungkook trails off, teasing to test the waters.

"Well it's not like we have to leave after this. I can give you a ride, make sure you're home safe?" His statement is more like a question in the end, like he's offering and Jungkook could back out if he wants. Mingyu probably thinks Jungkook would definitely reject the offer but if he only knew. Jungkook wants this man in his bed, to-fucking-night. But Mingyu doesn't have to know it right now.

"Well let's not get ahead of ourselves and first see if you can win the game and guess my job."Jungkook tries to dodge having to give a definite answer, just a little thing to keep both of them on edge.

"Fair enough. But I'll take that hint for accepting to be patient." Mingyu bargains and he knows how well to do that which means he also wants to practice a little restraint.

"Okay. I do my own make up on all of my jobs. There, that's a huge hint for you right there." Jungkook says as if he's gambling his possessions but he's doing this to give Mingyu his prize for being a smart tough guy later.

"Oh that's generous. I might as well not waste it away so my next guess is that you are a…." He drags out the syllable, "Drum roll because I think this is it." Mingyu adds and Jungkook scoffs but starts drumming on his own thighs.

"You are a model and influencer on social media."

Jungkook's eyes goes wide but he doesn't fail to jump from his sea too and shout, "Bingo! Oh my god how did you get it?"

"Do you want me to be honest with you?" Mingyu declares, with a little mischief and a hint of dread that Jungkook might think he wasted his time and be offended. Jungkook nods, still stunned as he stands beside Mingyu's chair.

"I remembered I definitely saw you from somewhere and then I saw the CK brand on your jacket halfway through guessing and it snapped into place that I saw you in an ad on the brand's Instagram because I'm in the talks of becoming CK's ambassador too so I'm following them to see what they do on their campaigns and if I like it enough to accept the offer." Mingyu explains and Jungkook listens but his eyebrows furrow in confusion.

"But that still doesn't explain how you guessed exactly what I do for a living." Jungkook knows his eyes are probably wide like a deer caught in headlights with how stunned he feels and he hopes he can charm Mingyu even better by being cute. Then something snaps in his mind, maybe Mingyu stalked him before, "Unless…"

Before Jungkook can piece it together, Mingyu let's the words rush out of his mouth, "Unless I checked your page when CK tagged you." He pinches his eyes shot after he says that. Probably in fear of Jungkook getting mad for stalking him. But the blow he's waiting for never comes and when he opens his eyes Jungkook is smirking at him while trying to contain it with a tongue shoved in a cheek.

"Can I ask a question?" Mingyu nods, "Will you be honest?" He nods again, like a puppy trying to buy his owner's approval for listening to being instructed to sit and then roll. It makes Jungkook's smirk spread for a second and then he purses his lips again.

"Would I be crazy if I ask you to come home with me?"

The next words that come out of their mouth is at Jungkook's apartment as they devour each other's face, with tongue, teeth and hands that explore every surface of the other's body.

"Off, take your shirt off." Jungkook says breathless and tipsy but it feels so good to have Mingyu's big hands holding him by the waist, so close to the plump of his ass. He's thirsty for Mingyu's reaction when he gets to touch him where it matters and be the first hand witness of his reaction.

Mingyu listens to Jungkook's demand and without parting his lips from where they are latched to Jungkook's neck he almost rips the black dress shirt he's wearing— the buttons fly around the room, ending up in places where Jungkook will find them later on and hopefully remember tonight as one hell of a hook up.

Jungkook lets his hands immediately touch Mingyu's pecs. They are so firm and fall right into the palm of his hand to knead and reel in the sensation of it. The gestures manage to draw out a moan out of Mingyu's mouth as he kisses his way down Jungkook's shoulder where his newly inked tattoo is etched into his skin. Mingyu is precise and deliberate in the noises that he elicits from Jungkook's mouth as he reaches down for the hem of Jungkook's tank top.

They part for a moment to let Jungkook discard his top somewhere on the ground where Mingyu's poor shirt is. Then with nothing in the way of Mingyu's determination, he starts kissing and nibbling on Jungkook's pecs. When he's cupping the other in his hand, he notices a mark under Jungkook's chest and the time stops for him. This might be very close to the point where he gets rejected and left alone.

But Mingyu looks up at him, his eyes sparkling and mouth open wide where it's also flushed because of all the kissing. It would be such a waste if tonight doesn't turn out how he wants it to, because those pretty puppy eyes deserve a reward for being so sweet. So Jungkook just stares back at Mingyu and, out of a nervous habit, nibbles on his lower sensitive lip, waiting for the usual 'I think we should stop here. The problem is not you, it's me. I'm not prepared for such an experience' blow to come.

But Mingyu surprises Jungkook for the nth time that night. Mingyu's round and stunned eyes slip down towards Jungkook's crotch very obviously and Jungkook notices his breath quickening and swallowing visibly.

"Are you afraid to touch, big guy? Were did all the confidence go?" Jungkook teases, just to test the waters and see if Mingyu is appalled or too shy to succumb to his desires.

"May I?" He asks, like a gentleman and Jungkook rewards him by taking his hand and letting his palm touch his jeans. The fabric is too thick to feel any of the wetness that's gushing out of Jungkook but it's enough to let Mingyu feel the absence of a bludge in his pants.

Mingyu's mouth falls even wider along with his eyes as if he's never touched pussy in his life. Jungkook knows that's unlikely, but that's because he's probably finding this very fucking hot. If Mingyu could form the words, he'd probably say that does not even come close to what he's thinking or feeling. Like his cock twitching in his pants when he feels the heat between Jungkook's legs and realizing it's because there's a warm cocoon waiting to embrace him.

With very calculated movement he starts unbuttoning Jungkook's pants and then zipping it down. Jungkook helps by wiggling his ass a little to let it slip past his legs and fall to the ground. He's wearing a boxer that, to anyone who's clueless, would not know what he's hiding inside or they could assume he's on the smaller side. But Mingyu knows and that information makes both of them so much hornier than they have ever been with anyone.

Mingyu starts sinking down on his knees and Jungkook has to throw his head back against the wall he's pressed against with a curse because the sight of a man as hot as Mingyu going down on his knees for him all pathetic and willingly is a picture out of his wet dreams. One that he never thought he would get to experience in real life.

When Mingyu sinks down, he pulls Jungkook's boxers down with him. He doesn't even waste time to admire the sight in his front of his face— he dives straight in with his mouth and kisses the top of his cunt. He starts leaving kittenish licks like he's been waiting for this his whole life.

He's closed his eyes as if he's having the time of his life and like Jungkook isn't losing his mind above him. He doesn't stop himself from moaning and arching his back for more. Unconsciously his hand finds Mingyu's short hair and pulls on the strands around his fingers. Mingyu hums around his mouthful of Jungkook's folds. His pace picks up, encouraged by Jungkook squirming above him while he pushes his head against his core deeper.

"Fuck, you sure know how to use that tongue." Jungkook's statement blends into a moan when Mingyu drags the flat of his tongue against Jungkook's clit with a hum of confirmation.

Mingyu's head pops out from in-between Jungkook's legs and it makes his heart skip a beat, "I could show you exactly how well I can use my tongue if you show me to your room and we get on your bed where it's warm and comfy, hmm?" Mingyu appeals. Jungkook bites his lip because the picture of them together on his bed makes him wet and Mingyu could probably feel it run down his thigh if he decides to touch.

So, he nods and before Mingyu can make any other move, Jungkook pulls his neck towards himself to press his lips against his own and Mingyu makes a surprised noise. The moment he tastes himself on Mingyu they both moan in each other's mouth. It becomes a battle between their tongues to invade the other's mouth until Jungkook wins and the boxer lets him in to lick against his tongue as they meet each other in the middle again.

Jungkook tries to give Mingyu a hint to carry him as he starts wrapping a leg around him. It works because, when Jungkook loses his balance for a moment and claws at Mingyu's arm, Mingyu rushes to catch him under his thighs and lift him off the ground against the wall.

"Down the hallway-Mmm." Jungkook attempts to give directions to his room but it's hard to get enough of kissing such a man who puts his all into it. But Mingyu understands and, once he has made sure Jungkook is secure in his arms, he starts walking to where he was instructed. When he tries to open the door to his right, Jungkook tries twisting his body to the opposite side because the right one is the laundry room. Mingyu gets the hint and barely manages to push the door open as he tries to hold Jungkook secure.

They manage to make it to the bed and as they do, Mingyu places Jungkook on the edge of it to get rid of his dress pants. He is clumsy and rushed with it so Jungkook can't help his giggle. He grabs Mingyu's waist to pull him closer and help him unzip his pants, he doesn't hesitate with his tight boxers and pulls them down as well. Mingyu's hardness is evident and Jungkook can even see the black patch of wetness on the fabric. The moment Mingyu's cock is free he leans down to mouth at it and the boxer hisses at the contact to his sensitive and very on edge erection. Though, Jungkook doesn't relent and sucks on the head as gently and teasingly as possible. Mingyu has to fist his fingers beside his thighs so he doesn't cum on the spot.

"Easy, I'm close baby." He purrs, the term of endearment slips out easily. Jungkook stops immediately, he pulls Mingyu's cock out of his mouth with a pop and he brushes the hair that fell on his face behind his ear.

They lock eyes for a moment. Mingyu waits for a reaction that makes hims understand that Jungkook might not approve of the 'baby' that just slipped. But, Jungkook's eyes are round and sparkly like the night sky's when it's clear with a few blinking stars. He starts slowly backing up on the bed and wiggling a finger at Mingyu with a grin spreading on his face. "Come here, pretty boy. I want you inside."

Mingyu basically pounces on the bed and tackles Jungkook— Jungkook starts giggling. But half way through it his body arches against Mingyu because the other is going down his body with kisses. He starts from his neck, then his collarbones, his surgery scars and then his abs.

"Lift your pretty ass for me." Mingyu says cheerily and he pulls away for a moment to grab a pillow and place it under Jungkook as the model obeys with a roll of his eyes.

The boxer doesn't waste a moment to go down on Jungkook with his tongue— he starts circling his lips around his entrance and sucking on it. Jungkook's body goes viscerally tense at the electrifying wave of pleasure going up his body. He cries out as Mingyu picks up his pace. The boy is no longer shy and starts feasting on Jungkook's pussy like it's a full course meal while he holds his hips down. The only movement space Jungkook has is his hands that are now again buried in Mingyu's short strands and mercilessly pulling on them.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum." He repeats whining and biting down on his lip. It's too much for him, but it doesn't seem enough for Mingyu to stop. Instead he lets his tongue slip inside the heat of his cunt and that's when Jungkook snaps like an elastic band as his orgasm tears him apart. He starts trembling and his mouth opens in a silent moan as he cums all over Mingyu's face. The guy straight up licks all around the mess Jungkook made and swallows everything he can.

Jungkook is a mess, he feels like a puddle of goo against his own bed, his chest rising and falling. Mingyu doesn't hesitate to caresses his stomach and help him come down from the high of his orgasm by licking his clit. When it's too sensitive Jungkook whines and makes grabby hands at Mingyu to ask for kisses. Mingyu goes easily, after all, who's the boxer to deny the model anything.

They start kissing slowly, giving each other some time to recover for the next round because they both know this is just the beginning. Jungkook is eager to give back as much as Gyu gave him even if he feels boneless. It's been a while since he's had a good orgasm like this and that's on this being what would be probably just a one night stand. He won't be any less happier if it is but Mingyu seems like an interesting guy and he would like to date him casually to get to know him. Plus, he'd get to have an amazing fuck more often if that's what the boxer would agree to.

As they kiss, Jungkook can feel Mingyu's very prominent boner poking against his thigh and he notices the guy slowly grinding down his hips against Jungkook as the kiss gets more desperate. Jungkook tries to reach between their pressed bodies against each other to teasingly pump Mingyu in his palm to rile him up more, if that's even possible. Mingyu groans against his mouth at the warm touch of Jungkook's palm and the tight circle he's formed around his very neglected cock.

"Wanna get inside, hmm? Wanna feel hot and tight around this little cock?" Jungkook purrs in Mingyu's ear now that he's buried his face in Jungkook's neck, panting harshly as his hips makes small jerking movements because of how sensitive and on edge he is. It's taking all of his willpower to not spill into Jungkook's hand— he wants the whole experience so whines and begs Jungkook to let him in.

"How do you want it?" Jungkook asks, caressing a hand down Mingyu's flushed face and he can't help but press his lips against the model's palm. It's adorable and hot at the same time so Jungkook decides to take mercy on the boxer.

"On your hands and knees." Mingyu bites his lip as he says that, as if the mere though of having Jungkook like that can make him go feral.

"Okay, but before that. Are you clean, do we need to use condoms?" Jungkook asks, looking up at Mingyu's lided eyes.

"I- I got tested a few weeks back and I came up clean. Health check-up for boxing and all. Are you clean too?" Mingyu elaborates and can't help but caress the hair that covers Jungkook's forehead.

Jungkook grins in celebration, because fucking hell, getting to feel such a man inside raw and without any barriers must be a dream which, by the way, please don't wake him up if it is. Thank you very much.

"I'm clean too, got checked last week." Jungkook confirms and that's when they rush to position themselves like they agreed.

Jungkook gets on his hands and knees and waits patiently as Mingyu makes immediate contact with his ass by kneading it between his fingers and Jungkook wiggles them to encourage Mingyu to move faster.

"Impatient despite already coming once, huh." Mingyu teases, almost forgetting his raging boner as Jungkook pushes his ass against his crotch.

"Pardon me for wanting to help you get- ah." Jungkook's end of the sentence gets caught off as Mingyu presses the head of his cock against Jungkook's still very licking cunt and starts pushing in as slowly as he can. He visibly sees how Jungkook arches his back and the sheets under his hands crumble in his fists so when he is fully sheathed inside of Jungkook he doesn't move. HE lets the model get used to his size and plus it's fun to see Jungkook swallow his words as his insides are about to be rearranged.

"Fuck," Jungkook wails, unable to keep still as Mingyu's cock fills him to the brim. It makes him tremble trying to keep up and not cum on the spot. "Please, move."

Mingyu starts pulling out, slowly, despite Jungkook's pleas. It's not like it's all fun and games for him when he is close to cumming any second now — he has to be careful. But Jungkook still thrashes under him, little noises coming from him from feeling every inch of Mingyu's cock against his insides. When Mingyu is almost all the way out he repeats the slow motion of thrusting into Jungkook until Jungkook starts cursing him to move faster. He can't help but chuckle at his eagerness, it turns him on so much to see someone ask for what they want so unashamedly.

As a reward, the last time he pulls out all the way but the tip, he makes sure to angle his hips where he guesses will be Jungkook's sweet spot and almost brutally aims for it as best as he can. The force of the thrust pushes Jungkook's entire body forward and he cries out so loud he knows he'll get noise complaint from the neighbors. But Mingyu doesn't relent and thrust like that inside the tight heat of Jungkook over and over again until Jungkook looses his voice and balance to keep up altogether because it feels too good.

Mingyu takes it upon himself to wrap a muscular arm around Jungkook's torso and lift him against his chest. That way he'll have more leverage and Jungkook wouldn't have to stay up on his arms. All of that aside, his cock is now aligned directly where it pulls small broken moans out of Jungkook's mouth as his eyes roll back in the sensation of feeling Mingyu throbbing inside himself.

"Does that feel good?" Mingyu rasps in Jungkook's ear and, as if the model was waiting for it, he starts confirming it with a string of never ending Yeses that spill out of his mouth brainlessly.

"You're doing so good for me, so tight and hot." Mingyu continues talking and it makes the knot inside Jungkook's stomach grow the size of the cock that penetrates him mercilessly. Deep down, where his semi sane mind is, he's glad Mingyu is not treating him like glass and is putting all of him into this — to make Jungkook feel good like he deserves.

"I'm so fucking close, please make me cum." Jungkook cries out again, his hand clutching the arm that's wrapping around his chest, his blunt nails digging into Mingyu's flush but the boxer doesn't seem to be minding it. Instead, he starts leaving bites down Jungkook's neck while his other hand reaches down to his front to start rubbing his fingers on his clit where he can feel the wetness that is seeping outside of him and down his thighs.

In the heat of everything , just to stop himself from moaning louder than he already his he tilts his neck back in a silent plea for a kiss and Mingyu responds immediately even though he only manages to get their mouths close because he, too, is inches away from the edge. That way, the kiss turns into their mouth against each other open and panting in silent moans.

"I'm so close I'm gonna pull out-" Mingyu pants,

It makes Jungkook growl and his free hand, that has been useless beside him all this time, comes up to fist Mingyu's short hair in his fingers in fear of him actually pulling away, "Don't you fucking dare, Kim Mingyu."

"But you'll get pregnant if I come inside," Mingyu moans because he loves the pain Jungkook is causing by having his hair in his hand and by extension him in a choke hold.

"Fuck you! I have an IUD so shut the fuck up and cum inside."

So Mingyu does, he spills inside after a harsh pull of his hair by Jungkook. The model's body recoils in on itself from the force of his orgasm and how much he cums. It surprises Jungkook how much he cums until Mingyu talks and he realizes.

"Oh fuck, you're squirting for me. Such a good boy." Mingyu quips as Jungkook continues trembling in his arms. They're both riding their orgasms as Mingyu slows down his thrusts to give both of them a moment to come down from the high of it. His thighs are almost sore from keeping up both of them on the bed so he gently lowers Jungkook on the bed that's now a mess of all of the bodily fluids they released. Cum is already spilling out of Jungkook around his cock and Mingyu has to close his eyes and take a deep breath so that he doesn't fuck Jungkook into the mattress again. He knows the model probably wouldn't complain but he needs a moment to recover from this.

Mingyu can't help but let the chuckle that's bubbling up his chest free but it gets muffled against Jungkook's very sweaty nape that he now notices smells like a very subtle lavender scent. He's noticed everything in this house having a subtle scent— Jungkook's nose might be very sensitive if he prefers light scents.

"That was fucking insane. Hands down the best lay I've gotten." Mingyu says, and simultaneously lifts his head to look at Jungkook.

Despite the wrecked look on his face and strikes of tears and sweat drying on his face and hairline he still manages to give Mingyu one of his bright smiles with his eyes still closed. They're still connected but they don't mind it, it'll give them some time to recover. So, Mingyu can't help but brush the hair off Jungkook's face and give his temple a sweet kiss.

"I'm glad we both think so," Jungkook says, voice hoarse and raw because of all the sounds he's made.

"I love that you're so shameless even after being wrecked," Mingyu muses and starts shifting to pull out. He does so to help Jungkook recover, maybe with a glass of water and cleaning up the mess they made. Then he'll take his leave like a good ol' gentleman.

"Well, Newsflash. That's what got us here, because I didn't think you'd initiate anything after walking past that balcony's threshold." Jungkook reasons, as if Mingyu didn't actually want to jump him the moment he saw him in that tank top with his tattoos exposed and his skin glowing under the moon.

Mingyu hums as he gets up and gets a few napkins from the bedside box to try and clean the cum off his body so that he can get Jungkook a glass of water, "Give me some credit, I'm not gonna lie and say I didn't think about it. But you're right I probably wouldn't have made a move if I didn't get a hint from you." He says as he walks outside of the room.

Jungkook bites his lip as he tries to sit upright on the bed and go look for new sheets in his closet. But then he remembers he's still stuffed full of Mingyu's load and it'll probably spill all over the floor if he walks around the room without cleaning up. He decides to just stay where he is cross-legged on top of the mattress so that his knight in shining armor comes and helps him.

It might sound corny but before transitioning he wouldn't have allowed himself even the mere though of needing someone, especially a man, to help or support him. Because a real man will depend on himself and suck it up like the capable male he is. But Jungkook learned it's not about gender, it's never been about that. It's acknowledging that you have a human need for feeling supported and taken care of.

So the thought of being a princess for a tall handsome man doesn't bother him much— on the contrary, it makes him smile giddily and maybe blush a little.

Mingyu comes back with two big glasses of water that now that they're in Jungkook's sight, look very chuggable. He didn't realize how much he wanted water before Mingyu brought it in. The boxer hands Jungkook one and he chugs the other after Jungkook thanks him and makes them clink their glasses jokingly.

Mingyu places his own glass on the bedside table and takes a sit at the edge of the bed, besides Jungkook, in all of his naked glory. He doesn't say anything and just stares at Jungkook with a half smile that makes Jungkook want to go for another round— which they will eventually.

"What?" Jungkook deadpans pretending to be oblivious as he eyes Mingyu intensely gazing at him, from around the rim of the glass. He thinks playing a little hard to get after a whole mid blowing round of sex is what he's earned tonight. Maybe it's his still alcohol addled mind that's commanding him to be a little shit. Though, he will soon realize he cannot keep up the act for long, because a man addicted to an ass like Jungkook's cannot be stopped even by an empire.

"Nothing, just admiring a beautiful person." Mingyu teases and Jungkook snorts in his glass of water because he doesn't know what else to do when Mingyu himself is looking very enticing in the sex's afterglow. His stature is built like a Greek god and Jungkook is thinking he could use his very prominent pecs as his stress balls later. The thought makes him smile and instead of speaking out about it, he just smiles.

"I doubt that. Because I can see it in your eyes that you're thinking with your dick." Jungkook throws, as shameless as ever.

"Now what is wrong with that when you're the one giving me an excuse to?" Mingyu doesn't even try to deny it and for emphasis he places a knee on the mattress and starts crawling close to Jungkook on the bed. The model doesn't move a muscle and he holds the Mingyu's stare with his own, excited about what would happen next.

"A gentleman would clean the mess he made. So, come sit on my face baby." Mingyu whispers when he's all up in Jungkook's face. The tension of the moment is broken when the boxer twists his body and, without realizing he had sneaked a hand around Jungkook's back, Jungkook finds himself on top of Mingyu— his face buried in Jungkook's bare chest and like the freak he is, Mingyu starts inhaling.

"I wonder if I could still milk your tits dry." Mingyu breaths against Jungkook's chest, the vibrations of his voice is muffled against Jungkook's chest but he hears it loud and clear. The words make Jungkook squirm. Since he still has Mingyu's cum running out of his hole he clenches around nothing, making it ooze out and run down the side of his thigh which is pressed against Mingyu's. He feels the rush of it all again. They both are aroused again and have to do something about it.

"I had a top surgery, I doubt you can," Jungkook says only to stop the ringing sound of Mingyu's words in his ears. He almost choked on his own breath when the guy just so casually said that. Maybe they should try later if this becomes a regular. Whatever this chemistry is.

"A man can try." At Mingyu's comeback they both laugh breathy and then Jungkook can feel Mingyu's hardness against his own pelvis which reminds him of what they were up to.

"Are you gonna do something about your very hard dick?"

"Any ideas?"

Instead of explaining, Jungkook tries to wriggle out of Mingyu's hold on his waist and do what Mingyu asked him to do before all the thoughts of tits and milking them dry. They shuffle around a bit to find the most comfy position — there aren't a lot when you're trying to sit on a man's face. So, the only comfortable way is to actually take a good sit which is what Jungkook does and he ends up almost choking Mingyu.

When he's trying to adjust himself in a way that he doesn't suffocate Mingyu with his thighs, the guy wraps his arms around said thighs and yanks him back against his face. Jungkook feels the velvet of his tongue on the very sensitive spot of his folds and he lets out a moan. He arches his ass to shove more of it towards Mingyu's face. The guy doesn't even relent to take a breath. Instead he lets his tongue dive in Jungkook's hole and then licks a fat stripe up to his anus. It makes Jungkook's whole body tremble with the force of the wave of pleasure it sent up his spine.

"Fuck, you're crazy Kim Mingyu." Jungkook cries and despite his words lets his hands rest on the boxer's abs as he rides Mingyu's face. Then he remembers he has an idea for Mingyu's dick that's bouncing in front of his face very lewdly and rock hard. So, he takes the base and leans down as best as he can to wrap his lips around the fat head of it and sucks it inside his mouth with fervor. A groan against his ass is what Jungkook is gifted as he starts bobbing his head. It becomes a struggle for them to keep up with pleasuring the other but they're nothing but persistent.

Mingyu is so loud and vocal as he licks and sucks Jungkook's cunt inside his mouth as if he's given a five course meal to devour and oh is he starving. Jungkook is no better as he deep throats Mingyu's very big cock, filling his mouth so well like it did his insides. He feels like this is such a privilege to have experienced Kim Mingyu's cocks in both ends of his body. The though encourages him to go faster and consequently Mingyu moans and groans as he lets his face get buried completely in Jungkook's pussy. Jungkook feels like he can feel all of his noises inside his body.

The lewd sounds they make fills the room and it's a mix of their moans and efforts to make the other come faster. It works, because Mingyu brings a hand to his cock while the other holds Jungkook's pelvis down against his face. Jungkook slaps away and sucks Mingyu's cock inside his mouth until it hits the back of his throat making Mingyu come with a shout. Mingyu has to face away from Jungkook's cunt to let it all out because the force of his orgasm shakes him to his core. Despite that, Jungkook starts using Mingyu's face to make himself cum. He leans away from his oozing cock to reach back for Mingyu's hair and fist it in his fingers to use it as leverage to make himself cum.

Mingyu has to use a hand to help himself ride out the orgasm as he strokes himself. Jungkook lets him this time because he can't think about anything else other than the tight knot in his stomach that's threatening to burst any moment now.

"Cum in my mouth baby." Mingyu says, and that does it for Jungkook. As he feels the boxer open his mouth wide open against his hole, he cums again and it spills all over Mingyu's already wet face. Jungkook leaked so much as the boxer was nose deep inside his pussy.

The both plop down on the bed when it's all done, Jungkook feels drunk on something other than the shots he drank. His body feels boneless and it doesn't help that Mingyu is still suffocating in between his thighs. As if his thoughts are synced with the other, Mingyu taps his thigh and Jungkook gets the gesture to lift himself and let the guy breath.

"I think you're all cleaned up. Glad to be of service," is the first thing that comes out of Mingyu's mouth the moment he can breath. That makes a laugh bubble up Jungkook's chest — it shakes his entire body as he gets up from his position on Mingyu's head.

"You're insane." Jungkook says as he dismounts the guy to stand beside the bed and look for tissues because he knows Mingyu's face is a mess.

When he gets to actually see Mingyu's face, the boxer and his hunk of a body is spread on the bed. Jungkook can tell there's not a single ounce energy left in him but he still has a dopey smile on his face as he eyes Jungkook stretching his body. Though, right then, he realize his mistake because he almost pulls a muscle and doubles down on himself against the bed.

Despite being tired, Mingyu is instantly close to him to let Jungkook take a sit in between his legs to rest against him. He knows Jungkook must be sore all over from all the excessive exercise they did for most of the night. Jungkook nestles in Mingyu's arms and the other wraps them around Jungkook and lets his chin rest on Jungkook's shoulder.

"Your body must be screaming at you. Sorry." Mingyu says apologetically and plants a kiss on Jungkook's cheek.

"Don't you dare take it back." Jungkook threatens jokingly as he tilts his head to bite Mingyu's cheek lightly which the other laughs at.

"No take backs, okay." The boxer yields easily, feeling like his brain is shutting down from exhaustion. However, he also knows they should shower and change the sheets before anything else. So he asks, "Can I shower before I take my leave?" He asks casually, thinking it's the usual procedure and not realizing how Jungkook's body tenses at his words.

"Wait, leave?" Jungkook turns his body in Mingyu's embrace to look at his face. His eyes are rounded in shock and maybe a little disappointment, but Mingyu doesn't understand why if this was what should have happened in all along.

"Yes." It comes out more like a question than a statement because the look in Jungkook's eyes are telling him otherwise.

"I thought we were having a good time." Jungkook deadpans, waiting for Mingyu's reply to perhaps be a rejection. That's what he gets most of the time with guys he sleeps with. But this time it's different, Mingyu is charming and he expected that with the chemistry they have they could go beyond just a night of fun. He's learned not to take the rejection to heart because he also hasn't been looking for a long term relationship — until now.

"We are."

"Then why do you want to leave?"

"Because You- I thought that's…" Mingyu trails off, slowly realizing what he thought is no longer making sense and it was just what he probably assumed.

"You thought I would want you to leave after being such a gentleman?" Jungkook smiles this time, finding Mingyu cute like a confused puppy as he stares back at him with his eyes rounded this time. At Jungkook's words the frown gets deeper and it makes the model giggle in delight.

"Oh, who would have thought the great Kim Mingyu is a soft little puppy." Jungkook muses and lets his fingers run in in his short hair as the guy buries his face in Jungkook's neck.

"How about you sleep over and I'll make you breakfast to thank you for a great fuck and ask you to be my boyfriend, hmm?"

At that Mingyu's head snaps up Jungkook thinks he almost breaks his neck and it makes Jungkook nervous because what if he's taking this too far too fast?

Mingyu stares at him with wide eyes for a few seconds as his mouth falls wide open too. He looks at Jungkook for just a hint of a joke written in his face, but he doesn't find anything but his dark round eyes that are visibly nervous and scared. Mingyu has to reach deep within his guts to find a hint of doubt in himself but he comes back empty handed. Because he felt like he could talk about anything with Jungkook and the connection was instant the moment they started interacting. He knows it's just been a few hours they've known each other but the way his heart soars every time Jungkook smiles because he said something funny or cocky is enough reference for him to let himself yield to Jungkook's charm.

He scoffs because he can't find it in himself to say no to those eyes, "Jeon Jungkook you're insane, did you know that?" Jungkook frown a bit in confusion or offense, Mingyu doesn't know, but he knows he hates to see that on Jungkook's face. So, he sighs and roles his eyes to how the bold guy from a few minutes ago looks like a grumpy puppy. So, he leans up and kisses Jungkook again and the other responds by opening his mouth wider to let Mingyu in.

"Having a model boyfriend would be such a flex for my boxing image." Mingyu hums after they depart and Jungkook has to lean back to see if he's serious. The smug smile on Mingyu's face that fades into a snicker gives his joke away. So, Jungkook decides to retaliate lightly by pushing his broad shoulder away and mock complaining about his heavy weight. "Yeah, no, I take it back who wants a giant puppy as a boyfriend. Get away from me."

They fall into a fit of play-fighting until they end up rolling off the bed and it's their cue to start actually cleaning up. After the longest fit of laughter that takes both of their breaths away, Mingyu lets Jungkook go with a kiss on his lips so he can get the sheets. They shower and clean up then end up in bed in each others arms, smelling of Jungkook's body wash and warming up under the covers — with the added heat radiating from Mingyu's body. Jungkook sleeps the best he's ever had in a long time feeling safe with the promise to be loved. Mingyu didn't use his words but Jungkook hopes the boxer doesn't give up trying.