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Jinkook 15.0

Theoritically, he knew what he was supposed to do. But actually putting it into practice was a lot different than reading about it or watching someone else do it.

Knew that the process went something like this: He was supposed to lean over and pull out the drawer located in his bedside table. Reach inside and recover the bottle of lubricate that was hidden inside smoothly, without any embarrasing rustling around. Was then supposed to go about preparing Seokjin so expertly that it would put every single adult film either of them had ever seen to shame.

Unfortunately, it all went wrong around step one.

Because first of all, his bedside table didn't have a drawer. No, instead he kept his half used bottle tucked under his extra pillow.

Which was the exact one Seokjin was currently laying on.

To his credit, he really did try to be smooth about it. Allowed his mouth to become preoccupied, sucking another bruise to the already beautifully marred skin, staking his claim for all the world to see. Used it as a distraction to reach beneath the surface only to come back empty handed. Shifted and tried not to sigh out in frustration as he tried again.

Only to come back with his hand covered in lube and the knowledge that it was probably going to be very difficult to get out of his bed sheets.

But he could work with this. He could. There was enough there. And at least he knew the location of it now. Lifted his weight on to his knees and began to move downwards, leaving a trail of wet, opened mouth kisses in his wake. Only to bypass his goal completely, choosing one of the thick thighs instead, growling softly before sinking his teeth into the inner corner, practically where leg met body.

Seokjin mewled, the sound beautiful and soft and it made his body feel like it was on fire. Tried to gently nudge those legs apart only to have them fall open like petals blooming in the spring.

Taking a deep breath, he let his weight rest on his knees, spreading them just a little to try and take the pressure of his own cock - and really, really wished he'd had the fore sight to actually take his pants off before doing this. But the truth was how pre-cum he was currently leaking was embarrassing and he really did not need to make a fool of himself.

"Daddy." It came as a whine, and he smirked as he leaned down, flicking his tongue over the head of the swollen cock that was resting against Seokjin's stomach, tasting the salty drops of pre-cum and sighing. "Stop teasing."

"Such a needy baby." Even as he spoke he let his hand trail downwards, probing carefully with the pad of his middle finger until the found the tight ring of muscle and circled it, making sure it was nice and slick before attempting to slide inside. Only went to the first knuckle before pulling away, as if expecting that that alone would be too much.

"You don't have to be so careful." Seokjin sounded different now. Gentle and soft, voice still breathless and filled with pleasure. And maybe this was where the embarrassment should set in, that he obviously was so bad at this that he had to be directed.

But Seokjin never made him feel like that. Never made him feel like his was too young or innocent or stupid. Just inexperienced, and that was okay. Because Seokjin was here to show him. To teach him. To make him perfect only for him.

"I just don't want to hurt you." The few times he had attempted to touch himself had been utter failures - maybe because he just didn't know how, but also because he was pretty sure he was a top stuck with a bottom personality.

"You won't." It was such a warm sort of reassurance, and there was the briefest moment where the other reached up, fingers so gentle as he tucked a strand of loose hair behind his ear, smile bright and soft.