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Namjoon loves his peace and quiet. It’s something so rare in the hustle and bustle of everyday life, especially in a huge city like Seoul, something he can only find in a) his apartment, and b) his office, wherein he’s sitting right now, both with the best soundproof walls and windows that money can buy.
He loves to work in complete utter silence—not even music in his ears, complete you-can-hear-a-pin-drop silence—the only sound coming from his keyboard as he types on his computer. Sometimes, however, he allows a little bit of Baroque music playing softly in the background if his mood compels him to do so, the sound of Vivaldi toned down (a lot) to become soft and dulcet to his ears.
Everyone knows not to disturb him while he’s busy, in fear of suffering his wrath should his peace and quiet ever be ruined by even the softest of knocks coming from the outside, or god forbid, his door slamming open because of an irate and uncontrollable CEO who thinks he’s somehow entitled to entering Namjoon’s office without any prior warning. Needless to say, he had definitely not been entitled to that privilege, and Namjoon had seethed with so much anger at being disrupted so suddenly, that one pointed look with so much disdain beheld in them, had the other man shutting up and sitting down quietly in an instant.
Only two people in Namjoon’s life have ever done something of resemblance and made it out alive, completely free from the withering looks and disappointed purse of the lips, only ever having the privilege of seeing Namjoon’s lips curl up into a small smile as a reaction to seeing them. The first of them is entering his office right now, quietly slipping in and closing the door as silently as he can behind him.
Dressed immaculately in a loose white long-sleeved blouse that exposes his smooth creamy skin in a drapey ‘v’ shape down his chest and a tight black fold-over pencil skirt with an opening up the thigh, Kim Seokjin makes his way towards Namjoon, taking slow steady steps in his strappy baby pink stilettos, little silver charms hung all over the straps.
When Seokjin calls his name softly, Namjoon looks up from his work, and he watches Seokjin as he walks towards him, gaze travelling over the man’s beautiful figure, perfectly accentuated by the high-waisted pencil skirt that hugs his slim waist, round hips and tapers inwards to accommodate his thighs like a second skin, showing his body off beautifully.
Seokjin’s his favourite secretary between the two he currently has employed, and he doesn’t say that just because Seokjin’s one of the prettiest people he’s ever known, or that Seokjin clears his schedule off every alternate night (or more) so that Namjoon is free to spend time in bed with him.
No, Namjoon’s always liked him since before they even entered an open relationship with each other, when Seokjin had been hired after Namjoon had gotten frustrated with his previous secretary who couldn’t listen to instructions and remember everything he needed to do. Seokjin had come in, gotten everything done so efficiently and had somehow made enough time in his schedule to whisk Namjoon away for a fancy dinner the second night since he started work.
Suffice to say, Seokjin had left such a deep impression on Namjoon, in more ways than one. Namjoon had never met anyone so powerful, so confident in what he did, to feel so at ease with taking his boss’s matters into his own hands without even being asked to do so; someone who felt almost as domineering as him, Namjoon could definitely appreciate.
The day Seokjin had fully settled in and felt entirely comfortable with working with Namjoon had been the day Seokjin first starting wearing heels and tight pencil skirts and pretty glosses that made his lips shimmer and look plumper, and he had known exactly the way Namjoon’s eyes raked over his entire body with an approving look in them meant something else—a little bit of lust and more of desire and sheer unbridled want that Seokjin had only returned—that was the beginning of it all.
And he might have thought that was it, but Seokjin only surprised him more, something he thought was actually extremely possible, considering the man’s abilities and talents, but he hadn’t expected it this way. Because the man he had once thought of as domineering and powerful, had completely submitted himself to Namjoon in bed, turning into a flushed, writhing, huge drooly mess underneath him, begging for his cock and taking it all with tears in his eyes—and Namjoon loves it, loves Seokjin with all his heart.
So when Seokjin makes his way around his desk, Namjoon only swivels his chair slightly to face the side so that Seokjin can straddle him, the hem of his skirt riding up his thighs as he spreads them and climbs into Namjoon’s lap. Namjoon’s arms come to wrap around his waist and his ass, holding his body flush to his own, the familiar flowery perfume invading his senses when he does.
Seokjin doesn’t say anything, only presses his lips to Namjoon’s, tongue licking at Namjoon’s lips before entering when they part, intertwining with Namjoon’s as he returns the kiss with equal fervour. Seokjin tastes like strawberry today, courtesy of the gloss he’s wearing—and when they pull apart Seokjin’s lips are slightly more reddish and swollen, lips glistening even more than before.
Not initiating anything, Namjoon lets him take the lead, lets his baby tell him what he wants Namjoon to do for him. So Seokjin takes Namjoon’s hand, the one on his ass, and pulls it to the front, sliding his palm on to his thigh, under the fabric of the skirt, and rolls his hips once, grinding down on Namjoon’s crotch with the smallest of pouts on his lips. And Namjoon takes the hint—his palm travels up Seokjin’s stocking-clad thigh, going down the underside before finally ending up on his cheek, kneading at the flesh there.
Seokjin whimpers at the tight grip, relishing the feeling of his ass jiggling a little as Namjoon plays with it. Namjoon loves Seokjin’s ass, loves squeezing it, spreading it, loves it when Seokjin humps his thigh and his ass only warms it up faster, loves spanking it and seeing the skin there turn red.
Namjoon squeezes and caresses, Seokjin letting him have his fill of doing so, for a good half a minute, little whimpers spilling from Seokjin, before Namjoon speaks, “No panties today, hm?”
There’s a hint of a tease in his words, lips quirked up slightly in a dark knowing look. Seokjin whimpers again, shaking his head, sitting meekly in Namjoon’s lap as Namjoon does what he pleases, waiting for him to speak again.
Namjoon tuts, “Such a lewd little baby,” and Seokjin whines at that, “so slutty. Your cock just hanging there like that, you want the entire office to see it underneath your tight little skirt?”
Seokjin’s pout grows a little bigger, eyes never leaving Namjoon’s as he speaks—he wouldn’t dare. “Jinnie’s got stockings on.”
“I know, but is it enough, hm? What if Myungsoo’s already seen it underneath your desk from where he sits?” Namjoon delivers a hard squeeze to his ass, and Seokjin squirms, a little gasp escaping him. “Such a slut, trying to seduce Myungsoo like this.”
“Jinnie wouldn’t,” Seokjin replies, a whine at the back of his throat as he shakes his head frantically, “My cock’s only for you to see, only for you to use, I’m yours and yours only, Joonie.”
Namjoon hums, his fingers creeping to the cleft of Seokjin’s ass, and he sucks in a small breath when he reaches the area, slightly surprised. The stocking fabric there is wet, soaking wet, and it’s cool against his fingertips—and Namjoon breathes, “Really? But you’re so wet, baby, who used your hole before this, hm? Tell Joonie who dumped their cum in your hole before you came to me.”
Namjoon presses in hard with his fingertips, rubbing the wet fabric against Seokjin’s rim—Seokjin gasps at the sensation, the coolness sending a small shiver through his body, and he whimpers again. “N-no one,” he grinds on Namjoon again, trying to convince him that he’s speaking the truth, that he only wants Namjoon, “No one has come in Jinnie’s hole for a long time, other than you-”
His words are cut off by a small gasp, Namjoon now poking through his rim with his middle finger, tip penetrating just slightly and pushing the wet fabric in just slightly—and it pulls the entire stocking towards the back, Seokjin whimpering again as the fabric tightens around his cock, pressing it tight against his body, fabric rubbing across his hard leaking tip. Seemingly satisfied with the answer, Namjoon hums again, “So adorable, keeping your hole only for Joonie? Even though we are in an open relationship?”
“Y-yes,” Seokjin stutters, “Wanna keep my hole open only for you, don’t want anyone else.”
“Then why is it so wet, hm?” Namjoon asks, even though he already knows the answer. But he likes hearing Seokjin speak, likes hearing Seokjin beg and ask for things from him even more, loves hearing him whine—there’s always so much talk when he’s in bed with Seokjin, much more than when he’s in bed with others, but it’s their thing, Namjoon whispering praises, degrading praises, asking questions, Seokjin whining and whimpering and stuttering while he answers him.
“I fingered myself open in the bathroom just now, f-four fingers,” and he lets out a little whiny breath as he grinds down on Namjoon’s rapidly hardening cock, feeling the little twitch it made, adding, “just for you.”
Namjoon pulls out the finger that had been teasing at Seokjin’s hole, hand trailing upwards to where the stockings end, stuffing his hand down the fabric and rubbing two fingers along the cleft of Seokjin’s ass. Each time the pads of his fingers run across Seokjin’s wet rim, Seokjin’s cock twitches, his cheeks tensing up around Namjoon’s fingers.
“Four fingers, huh?” Namjoon smirks. “Your hole must be perfect for Joonie’s cock now,” to which Seokjin nods frantically, “but I’ve got a meeting very soon, you know that.”
Seokjin whines in response, pouting, and the sure-fire way to get Namjoon to give him anything he wants: some tears welling up in his eyes as he says, “B-but Jinnie needs you too, I’ve been feeling so horny all day, couldn’t stop thinking about your thick cock inside me.”
At that Namjoon puts two fingers into Seokjin, crooking them and rubbing at Seokjin’s insides, gently pulling them out and pushing back in again and again, the wetness so overwhelming that he can feel some more lube drip down his hand. “You want me to cancel the meeting?”
Seokjin’s back arches in his hold when Namjoon adds a third finger after asking the question, and he manages to stutter out an answer while his hole is desperately clenching around Namjoon’s fingers, pushing his ass back on them to get them deeper. “No, I just-”
“Tell me what you want to do then, darling,” Namjoon asks, pressing kisses up Seokjin’s chest, on the exposed skin, sucking hard on the thin skin right smack in the middle, leaving it slightly swollen. The fourth finger is in now, sliding in to join the others and the slight stretch makes Seokjin clench around them as he tries to grind back on them, fuck himself deeper. “A quickie? You want to suck me off under the table while I have my meeting?”
Seokjin lets go of his lower lip that he had caught under his teeth, glistening even more from a mixture of his lip gloss and his saliva as he runs his tongue across it. “Jinnie wants to be your cockwarmer during the meeting,” he says softly.
At that, Namjoon shoves all four fingers deeper into Seokjin, all the way to the knuckles, lips quirking up into a smirk, voice lowering as he says, “Oh.” He grinds the fingers into Seokjin, refusing to pull out even an inch, digging in deeper and deeper and making Seokjin arch his back from the pleasure, lifting off his thighs slightly as a high-pitched whine escapes him. “You wanna show off your ass to a rich dirty older man, let him see my fat cock deep inside you and stretching you out?”
Seokjin whines at the thought, his cock twitching in the stockings, and Namjoon can tell that it’s turning Seokjin on so bad—the thought of someone else’s eyes seeing how lewd he is for Namjoon, how debauched Namjoon can make him just from having his cock in him arousing him further.
It’s something that Namjoon never passes up the opportunity to take advantage of, so he continues asking, punctuating every few words with a peck to Seokjin’s chest, hot breath ghosting over his skin. “You wanna let him watch your fat cheeks spread all over my lap and salivate over you getting fucked by me?”
Seokjin whines even louder when Namjoon says that, even more precum leaking from the tip of his cock now, making the fabric right on his cock wetter, a dark patch in contrast with the rest of it—but as much as Namjoon would love to give Seokjin what he wants, he’s just teasing.
The image of Seokjin in his lap, skirt bunched up at his waist and exposing his legs, his thick thighs, his pretty little cock leaking and swollen, twitching with each second that passes with Seokjin trying not to start bouncing on Namjoon’s cock, drool flowing from his lips—it’s something too good, too precious, for a cocky old board member who just wants to fuck a pretty young thing like Seokjin, get their dirty hands on him.
Namjoon would never share that with anyone else if he chose—what Seokjin does outside of their relationship is his business, but if it was with Namjoon—he would never allow it. No matter how much Seokjin begs for it, pouts and whines for it, Namjoon would never let someone undeserving lay eyes on needy aroused pretty Seokjin.
Not unless it’s the person who’s actually coming to his office to meet him; the only other person who Namjoon is willing to let watch Seokjin warm his cock, watch Seokjin come unravelled beneath him.
Seokjin is moaning now, squeezing around Namjoon’s fingers because he wants something more, something thicker and bigger, and he’s somehow gotten one side of his blouse off his shoulder, exposing one side of his chest. His nipple is hard, swollen and pink, and when Namjoon takes it into his mouth, Seokjin moans, “Mm, n-no…”
Namjoon lets go of the nipple, giving it one final lick, leaving it glistening in the light with his saliva, the cold air making Seokjin squirm. “Then what do you want, hm? If you don’t want to warm me with your mouth or your ass?”
“Jinnie wants to warm you with my ass, but Jinnie,” Seokjin whines, a grind of his hips on Namjoon’s clothed cock, half-hard in his pants, length growing bit by bit. “Jinnie also wants to let him see my cock,” and Namjoon sucks in a tiny breath, before he regains control and hums at the proposition, “wanna face the front while I sit on your cock, let them see that I’m yours.”
Namjoon gives him a small smile, removing his fingers from Seokjin’s hole, before yanking his stockings down over his ass, caressing it after, before saying, “When did you become so bold? Wanting to show people what a slut you are for me?”
Seokjin nods, determined, and Namjoon—who is he to deny his baby anything? He tells Seokjin as much, before adding, “But. You have to be absolutely quiet, completely still, no whining or moaning, you’re not allowed to start clenching around me or start grinding—you got it?”
Seokjin nods quickly, and Namjoon, satisfied with his compliance, pats him on the ass lightly. “Okay, baby.”
Lips curling into a bright excited smile, Seokjin hops off Namjoon’s lap, and immediately gets down to his knees as Namjoon begins unzipping his pants and pulling his underwear down to free his half-hard cock. It curves and rests on his body halfway up, and Seokjin eyes it hungrily, licking his lips again. Namjoon has barely even gotten it out fully, before Seokjin is clambering forward on his knees, taking Namjoon into his mouth.
He gives it a small kittenish lick on the tip at first, as if he’s testing the waters, before he grasps it in his hand gently, wrapping his fingers around it. Namjoon lets out a deep breath, at the sensation, feeling blood rush to his cock much quicker than it was before Seokjin was licking a long trail up the underside of the shaft, before he takes Namjoon whole into his mouth—a muffled moan escaping Seokjin as he sucks and licks, slurping sounds accompanying it from the sheer amount of drool Seokjin is producing as he sucks on Namjoon greedily.
It doesn’t take long before Namjoon becomes fully hard in Seokjin’s mouth, a result of Seokjin being oh-so-familiar with what Namjoon likes, what pleasures Namjoon the most. As desperate to please Namjoon as ever, Seokjin flicks his wrist to get his fingers in a circular motion around Namjoon, rubbing as he lifts his mouth off all the way, stopping right the tip so that his pretty lips are around the tip of Namjoon’s cock.
He gives it a small lick again, picking up the small bead of precum that leaks from Namjoon, before he looks up at Namjoon, meeting his lidded eyes with wide doe eyes—and he sucks, sucks only on the head of Namjoon’s cock. Namjoon lets out a low groan, a soft, “You feel so good around me, baby,” as Seokjin hollows his cheeks, tongue laving over Namjoon’s slit, pressing hard as he does to deliver sensations to that sweet spot.
Seokjin hums, a satisfied smile gracing his lips, eyes curling up into little crescents, so happy that he’s pleasing Namjoon. Namjoon’s fingers come to tangle in Seokjin’s hair, to lift his head up a little with a soft grip and tells him that it’s enough. Immediately, Seokjin pulls off Namjoon’s cock with a soft ‘pop’, the head now glistening with precum and saliva and so much wetness, that it has Seokjin lapping at it one last time, until Namjoon pats his thigh to tell Seokjin to get on it.
Seokjin doesn’t bother wiping at his mouth, in favour of leaving all the drool and precum smeared all over his lips and cheek—he loves looking all sloppy, loves being sloppy and wet and debauched—and he’s taking off his stockings so quickly, paying no heed to the sounds of it ripping in his eagerness to get them off of him. Namjoon pulls him in gently by the hips, spreading his cheeks and aligning his cock to his rim, prodding, teasing gently at it, and Seokjin’s sinking down on it in an instant, the familiar stretch pulling a high-pitched whine from him as he sits himself down fully on Namjoon’s lap, feeling himself stretch around the base on Namjoon’s cock.
His arms snake around Seokjin’s waist, bunching his pencil skirt up even more so that Seokjin’s cock is showing, and he pulls Seokjin’s back flush to his chest, feels him circling his hips with more moans spilling from his plump lips. Seokjin is clenching around him, rolling his hips and fucking himself on Namjoon’s cock with his heeled feet planted on the floor. His head is tipped back to rest of Namjoon’s shoulder, his eyes closed and lips slightly parted as he does, losing himself in the pleasure.
Namjoon lets him ride his cock for a little bit, even indulging in him by thrusting up once to meet Seokjin’s grinds—it pulls a beautiful gasp from Seokjin, making his eyes roll back in his head as he moans Namjoon’s name—until they are disrupted by a knock on Namjoon’s door, and Myungsoo’s voice travelling through it: “Sir, Mr. Jeon’s here to see you.”
Namjoon gives permission to enter as Seokjin frantically pulls up his blouse, wipes quickly at the smeared drool on his lips and cheeks, but Namjoon knows how he must look nonetheless—absolutely messed up and sloppy, absolutely nothing like the usual Seokjin. He pulls them in closer to the desk as the door opens, a small whimper escaping Seokjin. He’s sure that most of Seokjin’s exposed cock is mostly concealed by the desk, but the person he’s supposed to be meeting—he would know. He’d be able to tell in an instant what they are doing, and Namjoon’s fingers thrum in anticipation on his desk.
When the man steps into the room, Myungsoo closes the door quietly behind him, leaving him to it. The moment the man lays his eyes on Namjoon and Seokjin squirming in his lap a little before finally settling down in his hold, his eyes widen a little, a slight flush creeping up his neck and cheeks from the way Namjoon is staring at him.
Jeon Jeongguk, the person who’s now on the receiving end of the small smile that has graced Namjoon’s face—the second person who’s had the privilege of never needing to knock before entering any of Namjoon’s rooms, his office included, because he’s Namjoon’s other baby, apart from Seokjin.
Having met a year after he entered an open relationship with Seokjin, Namjoon had taken a liking to him immediately over some drinks. The son of one of the other CEOs of the companies Namjoon’s often collaborated with, Jeongguk had looked at him with sheer admiration, a crush quickly developing as they saw each other more often, before Namjoon had decided to sit him down and tell him that he’s in an open relationship with someone else—and he would be willing to enter one with Jeongguk too, if he wanted.
Jeongguk had agreed immediately, and the rest had been history. On the nights that he isn’t spending with Seokjin, he’s more than likely spending with Jeongguk, but recently he’s been busy, and he hasn’t been able to meet Jeongguk as much as he would have liked.
He loves spending time with each of them, just him and either one of them, always wished he could somehow spend time with them both together but never found the chance to do so.
And now, by a stroke of luck, his two babies are finally meeting each other for the first time.
When Jeongguk finally reaches the desk and takes his seat, Namjoon smiles, feeling Seokjin clench around him from the surprise of an unexpected visitor—someone much younger, so much more good-looking than the person he had been expecting. A pretty flush is creeping up his neck now, reaching the tips of his ears as Jeongguk stares at them, lips slightly parted and eyes so wide.
“Meet my secretary, Seokjin,” Namjoon says as he presses a kiss to Seokjin’s shoulder, noticing the look of recognition on Jeongguk’s face that forms after he speaks. He thrusts up gently once, just to tease, while Seokjin says, “I’m the one who- who spoke to you over the phone.”
Jeongguk looks down towards the floor, so, so shy, a sight that Namjoon is all too familiar and all too in love with. “Ah, actually. That was another person you spoke to, one of the executive board members,” Jeongguk says. “He had a last minute emergency, so he asked me to take his place. I’m Jeongguk.”
“O-oh,” Seokjin replies softly, now breathing harder as he sits on Namjoon’s cock, squirming a little—Namjoon can tell he’s so much more self-conscious now, when it’s someone like Jeongguk looking at him, eyes shifting downwards to the head of his cock peeking out from under the desk before flitting up when he realises what he’s doing, when it’s Namjoon’s other lover seeing them in this current state.
His grip around Seokjin’s waist tightens a little, and Seokjin finally stops fidgeting, remaining still and relaxed in his hold, Namjoon’s cock feeling good, engulfed in his tight wet heat. Seokjin leans back against him with a little “mm” as Namjoon asks, softly and sincerely, “Jeonggukie, are you okay with Seokjin being here? If you aren’t, I’m sure we can schedule another time just for you but Jinnie’s being needy today, couldn’t leave him alone.”
Jeongguk hesitates for a moment, hand rubbing at the back of his neck and Namjoon is fully prepared and ready to call for Myungsoo to escort him out again, when Jeongguk mumbles something under his breath.
“What did you say, Guk, we couldn’t hear, baby,” Namjoon says, and he feels Seokjin whine softly as a reflex to him using the pet name, his cock twitching slightly under his bunched up skirt, Jeongguk’s lips also curling into a cute little pout at the same time.
“I said yes… It’s okay,” Jeongguk repeats, swallowing after he does as he looks up into Namjoon’s eyes, to show him that it really is okay for him—despite the even redder flush on his cheeks and neck now there is a sure and determined look in his eyes that Namjoon is very pleased to see, makes him so proud.
Namjoon leans back in his chair, and Seokjin gasps when the movement causes Namjoon’s cock to dig into him from a slightly different angle, and he squeezes once, before letting out a soft little whine when he relaxes into Namjoon again. He’s so exposed—thighs and cock right in Jeongguk’s line of sight, and Namjoon is enjoying the way Jeongguk is trying his best not to look at Seokjin, to look at Namjoon only instead.
Namjoon slowly trails his hand down Seokjin’s body, resting his hand on Seokjin’s thigh, before wrapping it around the inner side of it. His thumb starts tracing little circles on Seokjin’s skin, touch so feathery-light that it sends a little shiver through Seokjin’s body and another soft whine arises.
“What have you come to talk to me about, Guk?” Namjoon asks, before his voice lowers, verging on dangerous, “It better be something important.”
Immediately Jeongguk switches to professional mode, straightening up in his seat and pulling out papers from his bag, laying them all out on the table for Namjoon to look at. “Yes. We’ve met a huge problem in production—the launch for the new cars has to be delayed, one of the factories was just taken down by the ILO and the local government there. And this puts a wrench into things because we don’t have a backup factory for it.”
“For which components?” Namjoon asks.
“For the engines and the radiators,” Jeongguk states. “They were seized for unethical metal mining, didn’t manage to slip through the cracks this time. Whole process had to be stopped halfway last night, and we only just received the news.”
Namjoon’s grip on Seokjin’s thigh tightens, and his other hand goes under Seokjin’s skirt to rest on Seokjin’s stomach, to seek the warmth there in order to try and quell some of the anger that just rose within him. Namjoon hates delays in his projects, and this particular one would mean more time spent on this, more money spent.
Absentmindedly he starts stroking Seokjin’s thigh again, and Seokjin whimpers in his lap when his skirt gets hiked up and the cool air blows against his hard leaking cock—over the past few minutes he’s also somehow pulled Seokjin’s legs farther apart, spreading them wide.
Jeongguk starts talking again, pointing at the different papers on the table, informing Namjoon about the other factories they’ve found, but they need to be more careful this time, to which Namjoon nods and replies with his own decisions—and Seokjin listens to their back-and-forth with his head tipped back on Namjoon’s shoulder, eyes closed.
His thighs tense up, tremble a little each time Namjoon moves his hand over his skin while carefully avoiding his cock, because Seokjin can feel it, can feel it so close, just wants to feel those large hands wrapped all around his cock, bringing him to orgasm. But Namjoon refuses to touch him there, and Seokjin has to resist the animalistic urge to just ignore what Namjoon had said before all this, to just fuck himself on Namjoon, start bouncing on his cock in front of Jeongguk. He just wants to come hard, and having Namjoon’s thick hard cock filling him up fully but not pounding into him is not helping at all, even though it was his idea in the first place.
He had thought it would be fun at first, to know someone else was watching him be pretty in Namjoon’s lap but not being able to touch him because he belongs to Namjoon and Namjoon alone, but now. He just wants Namjoon to bend him over the table and fuck him, hit his prostate with every thrust as he always did in bed.
Seokjin whines, feeling his cock twitch at the thought of it, but then Namjoon squeezes his thigh tight as a warning, because Namjoon can tell that he’s getting restless—and Seokjin’s eyelids flutter open, tongue swiping across his lips and licking up some drool that had threatened to flow out of his mouth just now.
A pout forms on his lips, and through his half-lidded eyes he sees Jeongguk’s eyes trained on him, on his thighs and cock, and Seokjin feels a sudden shyness wash over him, suddenly so conscious of the way Jeongguk is looking at him. He whimpers, and he tries to push down his skirt to cover his cock, so that Jeongguk can’t see, can only see the tent it makes in the fabric—but Namjoon pushes his hand away, his hand splaying wide across Seokjin’s flat stomach. His cock twitches when he sees Jeongguk staring at the way it bounces when Namjoon thrusts hard into him once, tearing a loud mewl from Seokjin, before whispering, “Thought you wanted to be a good cockwarmer for me, show off your pretty little cock to him, what do you think you are trying to do now?”
Seokjin whines louder at that, toes curling in his heels at what Namjoon says, and with some tears welling up in his eyes he shakes his head, rambling, “’m sorry,” and he swallows the drool that’s formed in his mouth, “Jinnie will be good.”
“Good,” Namjoon whispers in his ear, and he chuckles at the dazed look in Jeongguk’s eyes. “Sorry, Jinnie’s just a little shy. You can continue now, Gukkie.”
The moment Namjoon uses the nickname, Jeongguk snaps out of his daze, and tears his gaze away from Seokjin’s cock to look at Namjoon again. “Huh?”
Namjoon repeats his words, the smallest of smirks on his lips, because he knows that Jeongguk is getting so affected by what they are doing, wants to join in and be part of the fun too. But as much as Namjoon wants to watch his two babies come unravelled together in front of him, he has important things to do right now that he wants to complete before he can move on to satisfying the both of them.
There’s a lot more talking—that much Seokjin knows, but he’s already started ignoring what they are saying a long time ago, just listening to their voices, the different tones sounding like music to his ears. They sound like they’re talking nonsense, because Seokjin’s so lost in his pleasure it’s so hard to focus on what they are actually saying.
Soon enough he starts imagining them talking to him in those voices, whispering sweet nothings and dirty things into his ears as they pound into him, and he starts rolling his hips slowly, picking up into a speedier pace. Namjoon stiffens, but Seokjin continues, muscles tensing as he lifts his ass off Namjoon’s lap a little and sitting back down again, circling his hips and feeling the way the head of Namjoon’s thick cock just brushes against his prostate, the way it stretches him out.
He lets out a loud moan, eyes closed and loud whiny pants leaving his parted lips in pleasure—and suddenly a hand comes down on his cock, loud slap reverberating across the entire room, tearing a loud mewl from Seokjin. “What did I say just now, Jinnie? Didn’t I tell you to be quiet?”
Seokjin’s eyes snap open, and he almost falls forward from how good it feels, despite the pain, and his cock is leaking even more now, twitching even harder, hole clenching desperately around Namjoon, just begging to be fucked hard. “’m sorry, Jinnie didn’t mean to do it, your voices just sounded so good-”
Namjoon’s hand is now stroking his cock, soothing the pain from the slap just now. “If you make some more noise I won’t fuck you, baby.”
“’m sorry, Jinnie will be good,” Seokjin rambles, tears welling up in his eyes again, and he sniffles. “I’ll be good.”
“But you’re lucky the meeting’s over, baby,” Namjoon says, breath against his ear, and Seokjin whines, “Otherwise you’d have to be punished for being such a bad boy, hm?”
Seokjin nods frantically, so desperate to make Namjoon happy, and Namjoon hums, appeased. Turning to Jeongguk—he’s staring unabashedly at Seokjin now, thinking that they were distracted, and he visibly gulps at what a mess Seokjin has turned into whilst in Namjoon’s lap—Namjoon asks, “Jeonggukie, how have you been recently? I’ve missed you, baby.”
The moment Namjoon says that, the serious demeanour that Jeongguk’s worked up instantly leaves him, and he deflates into his seat, making himself smaller, lips pulled into a soft pout, “I’ve missed you too, Joonie,” and his voice goes even softer, “Gukkie missed you.”
Namjoon coos, “Oh, Gukkie, baby, I’m so sorry I couldn’t see you recently. You wanna stay with us for a bit, catch up with me?” There’s an inherent invitation for him to join him and Seokjin in what they are doing, and from the way Jeongguk squirms in his seat, hands wringing slightly in his lap, hovering over his crotch—Namjoon just knows, but he wants to make sure Jeongguk is fully comfortable with it. “I’m sure I could have Myungsoo bring some tea in, since this baby here is so preoccupied with my cock.”
Seokjin whines, writhes in his hold, “’m- just want your cock, Joonie.”
Namjoon shushes him, and says, “I know, baby, I know. You love my cock, don’t you?”
Seokjin nods, “Jinnie loves your cock, want it inside me forever.”
Namjoon pulls Seokjin’s thigh towards him, spreading his legs apart farther, and now his skirt is completely bunched up around his waist, exposing his cock. It’s so hard, twitching with every word that Namjoon speaks, and Seokjin’s dying to come but he can’t, because Namjoon hasn’t given him permission to yet.
Jeongguk’s leg twitches slightly, and Namjoon can tell he’s at his limit of staying still in his seat, wants to climb into his lap too like Seokjin is right now. Namjoon wraps his hand around Seokjin’s cock, and Seokjin positively mewls so loud from the sensation, cock so sensitive after having been neglected for so long.
“I want to stay here with Joonie,” Jeongguk says, “Wanna stay here for a bit with you.” Jeongguk chances a shy glance at Seokjin, before adding, “and… and Jinnie.”
“Whatever you want, sweetie,” Namjoon says, voice soothing and soft, and he spreads Seokjin’s thighs wider, and Seokjin’s slumped back on Namjoon’s chest, body curved so that Jeongguk can see Namjoon’s cock stretching Seokjin’s hole out—and Jeongguk whimpers, before he licks his lips almost timidly, hiding his hands under his thighs as he waits for Namjoon to continue speaking.
Namjoon chuckles, beginning to flick his wrist and start stroking Seokjin, rubbing his thumb across the head and pressing down slightly on the slit, tearing a loud high-pitched whine from Seokjin’s throat, unable to stop himself from thrusting up into Namjoon’s hand, to feel the calloused rough skin rub over his cock.
Seokjin’s back arches as he rests against Namjoon, with Namjoon’s other hand gripping him on the thigh again, thumb dangerously close to his stretched rim, teasing at the skin there. Namjoon tuts, thumb pressing down and pulling the flesh aside, making Seokjin feel his hole stretch even more, and it tears a loud sob from Seokjin, lips parted and drooling so much from how he wants to start moving, wants Namjoon to start moving.
But Namjoon’s not done just yet. Jeongguk’s slightly more fidgety now, unabashedly staring at Namjoon’s cock, all wet and thick and lodged in Seokjin’s hole—and Namjoon thrusts up once, Seokjin chanting his name when he does, “Joonie, Joonie, Joonie, I love your cock,” and Jeongguk swallows.
“Gukkie,” Namjoon starts, and Jeongguk jolts, a little shiver going through him at how deep Namjoon’s voice is, “Look,” and Namjoon stretches Seokjin further, “Look at Jinnie, his slutty little hole sucking my cock up so greedily, so pretty, isn’t he?”
Jeongguk nods, a little whimper escaping him, and Namjoon continues, “Reminds me of you, baby, both you and Jinnie are always so pretty, so adorable for me, when you are so greedy for my cock.”
Both Seokjin and Jeongguk whine, Seokjin’s louder than Jeongguk because he’s so far gone, not caring about anything other than the pleasure he so desperately desires right now. “You just love thick cocks, hm, Gukkie? Did you miss Joonie manhandling you in bed, pounding into your hole,” he punctuates that sentence with a snap of his hips up into Seokjin, “Fucking yourself with that vibrating dildo every day we didn’t meet, hm?”
Jeongguk whines, a little pout on his lips as he clamps his legs shut together, a tell-tale bulge forming in his pants as he grows harder. His leg is twitching even more now, trying to control himself, but he can’t. He just can’t, not when Namjoon is talking to him like this, in this tone. “N-no, it wasn’t enough,” he replies, with a shake of the head, “Gukkie didn’t like the dildo because it wasn’t you, wasn’t your cock, Joonie, it wasn’t enough.”
“My cock, huh?” Namjoon murmurs. He lets go of Seokjin’s cock, moving to have both hands on Seokjin’s thighs, to spread them even further apart, until Seokjin’s completely exposed to Jeongguk, skirt lewdly pushed up all the way and so, so naked despite all the clothes he still has on. Seokjin whimpers, panting as he clenches around Namjoon, feeling so exposed, so conscious of the fact that Jeongguk’s eyes are now trained on his hard twitching cock, curved beautifully as it rests against his skin, and his tight leaking role, rim fluttering around Namjoon’s girth.
“But what about Jinnie’s cock?” Namjoon says, looking down at it too, admiring it, before he looks up at Jeongguk again. “It’s so thick and pretty, I’m sure you’d love it too, wanna choke on it too?”
Jeongguk is squirming in his seat, but his lips are parted, pupils hazy with lust as his cock grows harder and harder in his pants—and Seokjin whines again, feeling extremely shy about the way Jeongguk is looking at his cock, and reflexively he tries to clamp his legs together, to close his thighs up and hide his cock.
But Namjoon only holds it apart harder, a low growl rising from his throat, hands bruising on his inner thighs, “What did I say, Jinnie? This is your last warning, baby.”
Seokjin whines, licks up the drool on the corner of his mouth, clenches around him. His thighs tremble from all the stimulation at once, Jeongguk’s wanting gaze, Namjoon’s cock, and his grip on his thighs, everything, and he’s mumbling, words a garbled mess in his desperate need to appease Namjoon again so that he will fuck him hard later, fuck him good, “Jinnie’ll be good, a good boy, I promise.”
Namjoon presses a kiss to the corner of his shoulder, and rewards him with a thrust upwards, one that’s in just the right angle and it brushes against Seokjin’s prostate deliciously. “Good, can you give Gukkie what he wants? Do you want to? Joonie won’t be mad if you don’t want to, I promise.”
Seokjin nods frantically, perfectly manicured fingernails scratching at Namjoon’s clothed thighs. “J-Jinnie can be a good cockslut, for both you and Gukkie, want both your cocks in Jinnie’s slutty little hole.”
“Anything for such a good baby, so good for me, you know that,” and Seokjin preens at the praise as Namjoon kisses the nape of his neck—he hears the little whine that Jeongguk lets out from opposite them, and turns his focus back on Jeongguk, to give his other baby some attention too. “But as much as I’d love to see your slutty little hole all stretched out by two cocks,” he presses the tip of one index finger to Seokjin’s sensitive slit, and it makes Seokjin’s hips buck violently. “Gukkie doesn’t want to put his cock in you, baby. Gukkie wants your cock inside him,” he says as he turns to Jeongguk, “don’t you, baby?”
Jeongguk’s now trying to palm and cup at his cock discreetly, flushing even more at being caught doing that by Namjoon, and he whines softly again. A small smirk on his lips, Namjoon motions for Jeongguk to come around the desk and stand in front of him as he holds on tight to Seokjin and swivels his chair around to the side.
Jeongguk stands meekly in front of him, cock hard in his pants and hands balled up into fists at his side as he nervously awaits Namjoon’s instructions. By now Seokjin’s thighs are spread the farthest they can go, and Seokjin’s thighs are trembling once again, from the stretch of his hole, and his legs, and everything’s just so much at the same time—Namjoon hooks one of his legs over the arm rest, and Seokjin sobs when Namjoon runs his fingers over the stretched rim of his hole, following the round shape as he traces his finger across.
He pulls a small bottle of lube out from one of the lower drawers at his desk—convenient because Seokjin really enjoys having sex in his office after work hours, loves bouncing on his cock reverse cowgirl in his chair, on the couch in the far corner of the room, and Namjoon making him scream in this very room, to make him feel so, so sinful.
He squirts some of it into his hand, a good ample amount that he slathers on to Seokjin’s cock, relishing the way Seokjin shivers under his fingertips as the cold lube comes into contact with his sensitive cock, revelling in the way Jeongguk can’t help but lick his lips, hands itching to massage his cock through his pants, to unzip them and release it from the constraints of his underwear.
Namjoon starts stroking Seokjin again, rubbing the head of Seokjin’s cock thoroughly with his palm, coating the entire length with so much lube that each time he moves his hand there are loud lewd squelching wet sounds that emit, the lube warming up quickly from how hot Seokjin is. By the end of it Seokjin is glistening, cock leaking and so, so wet, so slippery, absolutely sloppy—just the way Namjoon intended, because he knows both his babies love it sloppy, love it messy and wet and sticky, love it when they still feel his cum leaking out of them for days.
Seokjin is desperately fucking into his hand, the movement causing him to lift and sink back down on Namjoon’s cock at the same time. Namjoon lets it pass for now, because Seokjin is making the most beautiful sounds, and Jeongguk—he’s positively hard and leaking too, small whimpers emitting from him as his legs tremble slightly too while he watches, with the most adorable pout on his lips. And suddenly—
“G-Gukkie wants a cock inside him too,” Jeongguk whines, “You’re giving Jinnie your cock, making Jinnie happy, ‘s not fair, Joonie.”
“Oh,” Namjoon breathes, pleasantly surprised at how Jeongguk is actually asking for something—something he never used to do, until now. A little bit of jealousy planted within him from having Seokjin here with them, seeing Seokjin being pleasured while he isn’t; Namjoon could get behind that, honestly, to have Jeongguk being bratty and needy too, the way Seokjin is with him. Two bratty babies together whining and begging for him to give them his cock, that’s definitely something Namjoon would love to explore sometime in the near future.
But for now he wants to make their first meeting a good one, a nice memory to remember, so he fully intends to fill Jeongguk up too, even if it isn’t with his own cock. “Gukkie, baby, you want this in you?” He squeezes Seokjin’s cock once, finger tracing a circle around Seokjin’s sensitive slit with his short nail, and Seokjin chokes out a gasp, “Jinnie’s cock?”
Jeongguk nods, nibbling on his lower lip, and Namjoon spots some tears welling up in his eyes, a small wet patch forming on the front of his pants. “Want Jinnie’s cock, want Jinnie inside me.”
“Then be a good boy for me, sweetheart, take off your pants,” Namjoon replies. Jeongguk is immediately moving, hands frantically undoing his black leather belt and unbuttoning, unzipping his pants so quickly and pulling down his legs, letting them fall to the ground and pooling at his ankles. His cock is straining against his grey boxer briefs, and Namjoon continues, “And your underwear too, let us see you.”
Jeongguk wastes no time in getting his bottom half completely naked the moment Namjoon allows him to, and when he does his cock slaps against his left thigh, curved and hot and heavy and hanging down a little, not quite reaching his abdomen—a sight that Seokjin whines at as he bounces slightly and circles his hips on Namjoon’s cock, licks his lips of all the drool that has collected once again. It’s so pretty, so fat, and Seokjin wonders fleetingly what it would feel like to have both Jeongguk and Namjoon pounding into him at once, until his attention is pulled to the fact that Namjoon is beckoning Jeongguk closer to them.
“Come here,” Namjoon says, and Jeongguk complies immediately, slotting himself between Namjoon’s and Seokjin’s spread legs, coming in close. Namjoon starts stroking faster, the wet squelches loud in their ears, before he turns them into languid strokes again, taking a deep breath with his nose nuzzled into Seokjin’s shoulder. “Give Gukkie a good suck, won’t you, baby? Joonie loves your mouth, let Gukkie have a taste too, hm? Don’t worry,” he directs this last statement at them both, “We’re all clean here.”
Seokjin preens at the praise, vaguely registering the reassurance from Namjoon—he’s always trusted Namjoon, known that anyone who he has a relationship with will definitely be healthy—a basic requirement that keeps all of them safe. He’s immediately bending forward and taking Jeongguk whole in his mouth, working his magic on him. Jeongguk’s hips buck almost immediately, a loud moan escaping him—Seokjin’s always had the best lips, the best tongue, enough experience to know which is the sweet spot to lick and suck and sometimes even scrape with his teeth, hollowing his cheeks and sucking, sucking like his life depends on it.
Namjoon gently pries the hand that’s tangled in Seokjin’s hair, guides it down to wrap around Seokjin’s slick cock, softly murmuring, “Keep Jinnie hard for us, baby,” before pulling Jeongguk’s head down by the chin, catching his lips in a deep messy kiss. Jeongguk’s lips part immediately to let Namjoon’s tongue in, tasting each other—while Seokjin’s moans are muffled around Jeongguk’s cock below them.
It goes on for a while, the three of them lost in the pleasure and the sensations, Namjoon thoroughly enjoying all the sounds the other two are letting out, and finally he pulls away, Jeongguk chasing after his lips with a little whine. He starts cupping Jeongguk’s balls, playing with them as Seokjin continues sucking, until Namjoon gently nudges Seokjin’s head off, and Seokjin lets go of Jeongguk’s cock with a loud ‘pop’, licking his spit-slick lips.
Continuing to play with Jeongguk’s balls, tearing a small mewl from him when he trails a finger along his length, fingers also coming up to let Seokjin suck on them—Namjoon praises them, “Both of you… Both of you look so good, giving me such a good show. Absolutely adorable,” and Seokjin moans around his fingers, all the drool dribbling down his chin and Namjoon’s hand, “So, so pretty. I think it’s time Gukkie gets the cock he wants too, hm?”
And Jeongguk nods fervently at that, cock twitching at the thought, complying when Namjoon just his thumb in the direction of the desk. He knows immediately what Namjoon wants him to do, wants him to bend over the desk, ass facing them. His cock is trapped between his warm tummy and the cold glass surface of the desk, and he shivers. “Spread your cheeks for me, darling,” Namjoon says.
Jeongguk reaches back to do what Namjoon says, and Namjoon pours more lube on his fingers, rubbing along Jeongguk’s pucker, drawing out a loud whine from him, his hands trembling, threatening to let go of his ass, Namjoon slowly pushes his middle finger in, making quick work of Jeongguk’s preparation the moment he feels Seokjin start rocking his hips back and forth again, whines rising from his throat.
“Such a bratty baby,” and Seokjin huffs almost petulantly, so, so impatient, and Namjoon kisses his neck softly again, to appease him as he gently inserts another finger into Jeongguk, crooking his fingers and working him loose. Jeongguk’s thighs are trembling, his fingers scrambling for purchase around his pert ass, trying his best to keep it apart for Namjoon’s fingers. A little while after the third finger is in and Jeongguk is crying out his name, begging, “Joonie, enough, enough, I can take it, wanna cock in me now.”
Namjoon hums, removing his fingers, and he tightens his grip on Seokjin, who’s currently trembling and so, so wet and sloppy, before standing up from his seat. The movement causes Namjoon’s cock to change angles within him, nudging now at a completely different part of Seokjin, and it’s criminal how good it feels. It’s so fucking good, that Seokjin can’t even stand properly, legs almost caving, feet unable to support his weight especially in those heels.
But Namjoon’s got him, the arm around his waist holding his weight up, and he immediately has Seokjin’s body pressed close to Jeongguk’s, Seokjin with his hand pressed against the glass surface, holding his weight up behind Jeongguk. His other hand leaves its place on Namjoon’s arm to hold his cock, to guide it gently to Jeongguk’s rim.
The moment it pokes at the rim, Jeongguk’s breath hitches, and when Seokjin pushes in gently, Namjoon coaxing him to go slowly, soft murmurs for the both of them and praising them for being so good, such good babies for him—Jeongguk lets out a loud garbled moan, his cheek smushed against the desk, and tears flow from his eyes from how good it feels, Seokjin’s veiny cock penetrating him so agonisingly slowly, stretching him out bit by bit.
By the time Seokjin bottoms out, they are all panting, Namjoon pressing kisses to Seokjin’s hair and a reassuring hand on Jeongguk’s hip, to let him know he’s right there behind him too. Seokjin stays still for a bit, adjusting to the sensation of having his cock engulfed in Jeongguk’s wet heat, of having Namjoon in him at the same time.
Namjoon gently caresses Jeongguk, tracing shapes into his hips, another protective hand splayed out on Seokjin’s stomach. “Mm, so good, my babies, so lovely, do you two feel good?”
At that both Jeongguk and Seokjin nod fervently, little ‘yes’s spilling from their lips continuously, and Namjoon smiles, so happy with them and—“But Jinnie, I’ve let you get away with being bratty today, let you get away with being naughty, being so noisy, haven’t I?”
And Seokjin nods again, thanking him repeatedly, and Namjoon continues, “So what do you think you have to do now?”
Seokjin whines, squeezes around Namjoon again, panting out, “Jinnie has to work for the cock, have to fuck myself on your fat cock, Joonie.”
“Good boy,” Namjoon affirms, and Seokjin pushes his ass backwards tentatively, eyes rolling back into his head as his back arches, circling his hips when he feels himself stretch around the base of Namjoon’s length, balls just touching his ass. Namjoon lets out a deep, low breath, because Seokjin feels so warm, so good around him. “Go on, baby, you’re doing so good,” Namjoon encourages.
And Seokjin snaps his hips forward, a desperate quick attempt to pull his ass off Namjoon’s cock, and there’s a loud groan from Namjoon as Seokjin’s hole sucks at his tip greedily but—Jeongguk is mewling, tearing up even more, fingers scrambling for purchase on the glass, clenching and unfurling them repeatedly when Seokjin buries himself deep within Jeongguk.
Seokjin is panting too, tears welling up in the corner of his eyes, and he’s whining so loudly from Jeongguk clenching around him, the pleasure from both ends too much for him to handle. Namjoon moves to put both hands on the table, crowds the both of them in so that they are all closer to one another, his chest to Seokjin’s broad back, and Seokjin to Jeongguk, and it only pushes Seokjin that much further into Jeongguk and it tears the most beautiful little whines from both of his babies.
Seokjin starts snapping his hips back and forth, thighs shaking and barely holding on anymore from how long he’s been so hard, how long he’s had Namjoon’s cock inside him—and Seokjin is panting out their names, feeling Namjoon’s cock deep within him when he pushes back but feeling Jeongguk’s tightness around his cock when he pushes forward—and it feels so fucking good, insanely pleasurable that he can’t help but part his lips and screw his eyes shut, back arched beautifully as he listens to the lewd squelches caused by the sheer amount of lube he has in both ends.
The sound he makes is unlike anything ever before, and Namjoon—he’s speaking again, right into Seokjin’s ear, stuffing his fingers into his open mouth, saying, “Such a slutty baby, does it feel good? Feel good to fuck Gukkie and Joonie at the same time?”
Seokjin’s words are muffled around Namjoon’s fingers, all the drool dribbling down and coating his fingers, and he manages to make out, “Jinnie loves- Jinnie loves it, feels so good, wanna stay like this forever,” and he gasps, whines and shudders when he somehow manages to find his own prostate by himself, that sweet spot hit dead on by Namjoon’s cock.
“And what about Gukkie?” Namjoon asks, “Does Jinnie’s cock feel good?”
Seokjin hasn’t stopped his pistoning throughout, and Jeongguk can only nod furiously against the table, his own drool smearing all over the table as he does, tries to lick at his lips before answering, “Jinnie- Jinnie, Jinnie’s cock, Jinnie’s cock-” and he’s gasping too when Seokjin pounds him hard, balls-deep and grinding.
His two babies are lost in their own pleasure, and he can feel Seokjin shuddering, Jeongguk’s moans getting louder and louder, each chasing their own orgasms, wanting to come so badly—but not yet. Namjoon grabs hold of the fabric on the back of Seokjin’s shirt, and Seokjin whines, his ass hitting Namjoon’s thighs from the sheer force of the action. Namjoon straightens Seokjin up, lets Seokjin tip his head back and rest against him, so that they can both have a clear view of what he’s going to make Jeongguk do next.
Seokjin chokes around a moan when the angle of Namjoon’s cock inside him changes yet again, and Namjoon says deeply, “Your turn now, Gukkie, show us how much you want Jinnie’s cute little cock inside you,” and Jeongguk sobs, scrambling to lift his body off the desk and get the other half of Seokjin’s cock back into him again.
Namjoon hooks his chin over Seokjin’s shoulder, breath so hot against his neck, and they both watch as Jeongguk spreads his own cheeks, grinding back against Seokjin as he sobs from the pleasure, loud cries of both their names spilling from his lips. Jeongguk’s hole is sucking Seokjin’s pretty cock up so hungrily, rim stretching around the girth and thinning out again when it reaches the tip, before opening up wide again to accommodate the base.
Jeongguk’s fingers are trembling, trying their hardest to hold his cheeks apart as he does all the work, so much tears and drool and whining and panting—and Namjoon smirks, “So pretty, you must feel so good, baby,” and Jeongguk preens at the praise, rocking back harder on Seokjin, hard enough that the slapping of skin against skin can be heard, as Namjoon continues, “Jinnie, your cock looks so pretty being sucked in by Gukkie’s slutty hole, doesn’t it?”
Seokjin nods in his hold, choking back a loud moan again, fingers coming up so that he can suck on them, before moving to play with his own nipple through the opening of his blouse, relishing the wet cold feeling of his own saliva against his erect nipple. And Jeongguk—
He’s rambling, as he always does when he’s getting lost in the pleasure, brain hazy with it, “’nly wanna feel good for Jinnie, wanna be your good baby, Joonie, just wanna be good.”
“I’m sure you do feel good for Jinnie, darling,” Namjoon affirms. “Since you’ve both been so good for me, it’s time for Joonie to make you both feel good, hm?”
Both Seokjin and Jeongguk are so drooly at this point, drool dribbling in glistening strands from the corner of their lips as they both cry out for Namjoon, nodding their heads and barely able to keep their eyes open from the pleasure. “P-please, Joonie, please.”
Namjoon resumes the position he had before, both hands resting on Jeongguk’s sides, on the table, gently guiding Seokjin so that his chest is pressed to Jeongguk’s back, both his babies hunched over the other, Seokjin’s face nuzzled into Jeongguk’s neck before he pulls his hips back a little—and Namjoon slams into Seokjin, tearing the loudest cries from both of them as they shudder and try their best to hold on tight from the force of it.
Namjoon continues his pounding, snapping his hips and going so deep that some of the lube in Seokjin’s hole dribble down his balls as he fucks them, voice deep and low as he talks, “You like that? Such good little cocksluts for Joonie,” and the both of them are sobbing, choking back gasps as the sheer force of Namjoon’s thrusts cause Seokjin’s cock to grind deeper into Jeongguk as well.
Seokjin’s drool is wetting the back of Jeongguk’s white shirt, and they are cuddled so close together, Seokjin’s hand wrapped over Jeongguk’s, fingers intertwined as they take the impact from Namjoon’s pounding together. Momentarily, Namjoon straightens up again, pushing Seokjin’s skirt higher up his back, before placing his hands gently on Seokjin’s hips—and he resumes his pounding, admiring the way Seokjin’s flesh moves as he does. “Look at your fat ass, baby,” and Seokjin is whining again, breath hot against Jeongguk’s neck, “your ass jiggling while I fuck you, so fucking beautiful—if only you could see this too, Gukkie.”
Jeongguk gasps when Namjoon delivers a particularly hard thrust that he feels too, Seokjin’s cock lodged so deep within him—and Namjoon continues, “Gukkie’s ass doesn’t jiggle like yours, Jinnie, but his is so tight around you, ass so muscular around your cock, hm?”
Seokjin nods into Jeongguk’s back, desperately trying to be coherent, instead settling for, “Gukkie, Gukkie—‘mm, baby, Joonie-” before he’s cut off by another loud moan, and Namjoon chuckles, “I know, darling, I know.”
Jeongguk is reduced to mere nonsensical rambling as he listens to Namjoon’s dirty speak, from Seokjin’s cock being pushed deeper and deeper into him repeatedly, so balls-deep within him—Seokjin’s cock isn’t able to hit his prostate, unlike Namjoon’s, but it feels so good, so thick inside him.
Seokjin is praising Jeongguk as well, whispering things to him when he isn’t replying Namjoon, and it makes Namjoon heart bloom even more with love for his two babies—he just knows Seokjin is going to be a great mentor for Jeongguk in times to come. “Gukkie, you’re so good, so pretty, Jinnie loves your hole so much.”
Jeongguk is shaking his head, reduced to nothing but a loud sloppy mess now, so far gone from the immense pleasure—a few more thrusts in and Seokjin is gasping, “J-Joonie, Gukkie, I can’t, I can’t, I wanna come, ‘m gonna come, can Jinnie come, please, please?”
Namjoon reaches down to knead Seokjin’s balls with one hand, and Seokjin’s cock twitches, hole clenching as his hips buck and stutter from how sensitive he is. His balls are so hot, so tight from the oncoming climax, and Namjoon’s rough fingers feel so good against the skin there as he plays with them. His other hand wraps itself around Jeongguk’s cock, hand engulfing it entirely, squeezing and stroking, teasing at the head of it.
“My adorable little baby,” Namjoon whispers, “You’ve done so well today, come for me, darling.”
And Seokjin is spilling into Jeongguk’s hole, cock twitching as it spurts continuously into Jeongguk, and his entire body is shuddering from the force of it, their names at the tip of his tongue, chanting them over and over because he can’t think of anything else, can’t think of anyone else except them, them, them.
Jeongguk whines as he feels the hot wet cum fill him up—there’s so fucking much of it and as he cries out and clenches around Seokjin, Seokjin only keeps spurting, having been pent up for so long, and there’s just so much cum that he feels some of it leak out of his hole and dribble down his thighs. He mewls, feels so lewd, so fucking slutty, hole squeezing because he wants to keep all that cum inside of him, doesn’t want to let more of it leak out.
Seokjin is clenching hard around Namjoon too, a complete lack of rhythm as he rides out his orgasm, tearing a little hiss from Namjoon as he breathes, “Fuck,” and Seokjin shudders in his hold, legs threatening to give again, “Fuck, you feel so good, baby.”
Seokjin lets out a tired whine as he stills his movements, burying himself deep in Jeongguk as he slumps forward, reaching back for Namjoon’s hip to pull him closer to him, saying, “Joonie, Joonie, come in me, Jinnie wants your cum, wanna be your cumslut,” whilst taking over the job of stroking Jeongguk’s cock from Namjoon. Jeongguk moans when the hand changes from rough and calloused to smooth and soft, stroking quickly and squeezing and thumbing at his slit.
Namjoon groans at how Seokjin’s flexible enough to get his other hand on Namjoon’s balls, his cock, rubbing at his own hole and spreading his own cheeks apart so that Namjoon can see his puckered rim sucking him in so good as he fucks him—before he’s spurting into Seokjin, filling him up with cum.
Seokjin’s body shudders even more as the cum fills him up to the brim, some of it squeezed out from his hole, dribbling down his thighs with the lube, wet squelches filling the room as Namjoon rides out his own orgasm, continues pounding into Seokjin’s hole and letting it milk all the cum out of him. The sounds of skin slapping against skin fill the room, and all Seokjin can do is gasp into Jeongguk’s back, hot breaths on the nape of his neck as he rambles, “fuck, fuck, want all your cum, Joonie, Joonie, please.”
And Jeongguk—he’s still feeling Seokjin’s cock deep within him, slowly softening, but Namjoon is pushing it deeper and deeper and Seokjin’s hand, teasing at his slit, nails scraping at the veins on his length, and soon enough Jeongguk stills, body tensed up like a coiled spring because he’s so fucking close—and Namjoon’s thrusts slow, his hand suddenly coming down to knead at Jeongguk’s balls, accompanying Seokjin in pushing him over the edge.
It doesn’t take long—both Seokjin and Namjoon whispering praises into his ear, their hands expertly playing with his cock and balls, Seokjin’s cock inside him—a few strokes and Jeongguk is coming with a loud sob, muscles spasming and clenching so much around Seokjin that it tears a small hiss from Seokjin due to how sensitive his cock is. He spurts into Seokjin’s hand, some of the white streaks landing on the side of Namjoon’s desk, wet squelches sounding like music to their ears as Seokjin milks his cock, relentless until only weak pathetic little streaks shoot out as Jeongguk’s hips buck one last time.
When that’s over Jeongguk is slumped over the table, enjoying the slowing strokes and gentle caresses of both Seokjin and Namjoon, panting hard. Seokjin is hunched over him, body wrapping his up with his own, pressing soft lazy kisses to Jeongguk’s skin, telling him he did well, before Namjoon can even do it himself.
A small endeared smile appears on Namjoon’s face, watching his two babies with fondness—they clearly have some chemistry with each other, which is already a great start. He presses in close to the both of them, praising them, “You were both so good, babies, so pretty, so gorgeous—Joonie loves you two very much, you know that?”
Jeongguk lets out a soft whine, eyes closed as he bathes in the hazy afterglow of what they just did, while Seokjin turns his head back to look at Namjoon with a pout on his lips, silently asking for sweet kisses from Namjoon as he always did after a good fucking. When Namjoon gives it to him, hands traversing across his hips and belly and caressing the smooth skin there, Seokjin lets out a little satisfied whine until Namjoon pulls away with a light pat on his ass.
Namjoon pulls open his drawer quickly, and slides out of Seokjin, causing Seokjin to gasp from the sudden emptiness, feeling so empty because he had been filled so full with Namjoon for such a long time—but it’s quickly replaced with a small but thick little vibrator to stop more cum from flowing out. Namjoon watches satisfied as Seokjin’s hole slurps up the vibrator quickly and easily due to how sloppy and wet it is, pressing a kiss to Seokjin’s ass when he’s done, drawing a small purr from Seokjin.
With a plug ready he quietly asks Seokjin to pull his cock out of Jeongguk too, and before Jeongguk can whine for Seokjin to come back Namjoon’s already sliding the plug in, Jeongguk’s hole doing the same as Seokjin’s did—so, so pretty as it sucks the toy up so easily. Namjoon shakes his head fondly, “Both of your holes, so wet, sucking up the toys so easily, so, so gorgeous,” and both of them preen at the praise, proud satisfied little whines rising from their throats. “Such good little cumsluts for Joonie.”
With a light kiss to Jeongguk’s ass too—he doesn’t show favouritism—he grabs some wipes from the same drawer and cleans off his two babies, one by one, with a clean but whiny, clingy, not-as-needy-anymore Seokjin hanging off one side of him nuzzling his face into his neck as he does Jeongguk.
When he’s done, he pulls Seokjin’s skirt back down for him, and he grabs Jeongguk’s shed clothing from the floor and passes them back to him so that he can put them on. Seokjin and Jeongguk start adjusting and putting on their clothing with trembling hands, making sure their hair at least presentable, wiping the dried drool and precum and tears off their faces, and lastly, Seokjin reapplies his gloss, pouting in the mirror to check on his appearance.
As Namjoon cleans himself off and puts his own pants on, he notices the way Jeongguk stares at Seokjin while he’s preoccupied with his appearance, and his lips curl up into the smallest of smiles again at how it looks exactly like the first time Jeongguk had laid eyes on Namjoon himself.
Things could be good this way, Namjoon thinks.
When they are all done, ready to meet the world outside Namjoon’s office again, Namjoon has a hand placed on the small of their backs each. The both of them are still flushed, still stuck in their hazy afterglow, Jeongguk more so than Seokjin because Seokjin’s so used to this but still enjoys this so much. Namjoon pats them both on the ass to send them off on their way, but Seokjin, as needy as ever, whines for a kiss before he’s willing to go.
Namjoon obliges, of course, catching Seokjin’s lips in a deep kiss, tasting the strawberry on his lips again and swiping his tongue over Seokjin’s lower lip before giving him one last peck and causing Seokjin to giggle, satisfied and happy and feeling so loved.
And then his attention is torn away from Seokjin by a whine from a very pouty Jeongguk at the side, “I want kisses too, Joonie, ’s not fair.”
Namjoon chuckles deeply, and Seokjin, leaning on one side of Namjoon with his hand around his waist, giggles again at how adorable Jeongguk is, “Of course, baby, c’mere.”
Jeongguk slots himself into Namjoon’s other side, getting the kisses he know he deserves, feeling Seokjin press one to his cheek too as his tongue intertwines with Namjoon’s for a little bit before they pull away from each other.
There’s a bit of comfortable silence as they bask in Namjoon’s warm embrace—just listening to their still slightly heavy breaths, still trying to get their breathing back to normal from the sex.
Namjoon loves making his two babies feel happy and loved, and this sound, silence laced with their lovely-sounding breaths caused by the aforementioned—it’s possibly something that Namjoon loves more than complete, utter silence.
Namjoon is so reluctant to break this nice kind of comfortable silence, but he knows he has to send them out, because office hours are not yet over. Almost, but not yet. This had been something entirely unplanned in his schedule and they might have some explaining to do to some people, but he doesn’t really care.
When he finally does break the silence, however, it’s only to say, with a fond playful smile on his face—
“My apartment tonight at 8, babies.”