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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      방탄소년단_|_Bangtan_Boys_|_BTS
  Relationship:
      Jeon_Jungkook/Kim_Namjoon_|_Rap_Monster
  Character:
      Jeon_Jungkook, Kim_Namjoon_|_Rap_Monster, Kim_Taehyung_|_V, Kim_Seokjin_|
      Jin, Jung_Hoseok_|_J-Hope, Park_Jimin_(BTS), Min_Yoongi_|_Suga
  Additional Tags:
      transfiguration_sex, Smut, Blowjobs, hp!au, Harry_Potter_AU, jungkook_is
      seventeen, namjoon_is_eighteen, namkook
  Series:
      Part 2 of Harry_Potter_AU_Oneshots
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-07-03 Words: 4545
****** For A Moment There, I Thought You Were Going To Let It Get Me ******
by orphan_account
Summary
     When Jeon Jungkook’s name is spit out of the goblet, he realizes he
     doesn’t really care about the Triwizard Tournament--all he can think
     of is that Hufflepuff Head Boy Kim Namjoon is going to help train
     him. For now, that is more important than any other victory.
Notes
     This takes place months before Part 1 which you can read here._:)
     Aaaaand we divert from HP canon. According to HP canon, the
     tournament in the fourth book was the last of its kind, what with
     Cedric dying. So let’s pretend it wasn’t, let’s pretend that human
     beings are as stubborn as they are in real life and that they kept
     holding them anyway, on the pretense of not forgetting, of doing
     better, of making sure there are no casualties this time. Also, in HP
     canon turning into animals is an animagus trait (duh) but I figure
     magic and transfiguration would probably eventually have expanded to
     accommodate being able to transfigure oneself into an animal if one
     was not born an animagus. :) So. Enjoy.
     Twitter: @teenuviel1227
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The atmosphere in the Great Hall is tense, like an archer holding the string on
a bow tight, the arrow ready to be loosed at any time. The apparition of the
night sky in the ceiling is almost pitch-black save for the bolts of lightning
that cross it, illuminating all of their faces, stone-still in anticipation.
Toward the front of the hall, at the foot of the faculty table is the chalice,
the Goblet of Fire, sitting on a marble table. The two other champions already
stand on the platform beside Defense Against The Dark Arts Professor Hwang. She
holds a hand out over the cup, her wand poised at the ready to quell the flames
as the cup spits out the final name. The fire burns blue like a wave held in a
sphere before she puts it out with a turn of her wand, a flick of the wrist,
the parchment left curled on the mantle. Ravenclaw. She opens it slowly,
smiling a small smile. She’d been hoping for Hufflepuff, of which she is Head
of House, and where she’d belonged as a student as well. If not Namjoon, then-
- she glances at the name on the parchment. I knew it.
“Jeon Jungkook.”
Jungkook is sitting at the Ravenclaw table, eating a bag of
HolyHolyFlamingNuttos that he’d stashed in his robe pocket for these occasions
like these, when the dinner feast started late because of someone giving a long
speech about some new curriculum imposed by the Ministry of Magic or because
the Slytherins had something to complain about with regard to one of the houses
they took classes with or because Kim Taehyung--Jungkook suppresses an eyeroll
at the thought--had to be told off again for something he’d done that he
claimed he didn’t know was against school rules (the last time, it had been the
matter with the Mandrake in which he’d taken the sentient plant back to the
dorms from Herbology grounds because it looked lonely--he only wanted to see it
laugh and had tried tickling it; needless to say, the entirety of Hufflepuff
had gotten no sleep at all that night). Jungkook is between putting the handful
of flaming peanuts in his mouth and extinguishing the popping, spicy fire with
his tongue when Professor Hwang calls his name.
“Jeon Jungkook? Please step forward.”
Jungkook looks up, drops his nuts on the ground, looks to his right, and
catches Hoseok’s eye. As Head Boy, it is Hoseok’s responsibility to make sure
everything went smoothly and so he gets an impatient click-of-the-tongue and a
shove.
“Go, go, Kookie. The Durmstrang kids are watching--”
With that, Jungkook takes a deep breath and pretends he’s at a Quidditch game:
he stands up, rolls his shoulders back, and pumps a fist in the air before
striding up to the faculty table. Ravenclaw erupts into applause, Hoseok
leading the yelling, his voice shrill, a billion decibels loud as everyone else
joins in. Eventually, school pride overtakes house loyalty and all of the
Hogwarts kids are chanting, JEON JUNG-KOOK, JEON JUNG-KOOK, not wanting to be
upstaged by Durmstrang with their heavy pounding of the oak tables, or the
Beauxbaton kids with their fancy howlers and starshine confetti.
“Goodluck, Mr. Jeon,” Professor Wang tells him as he takes his place between
the two other champions.
With that, Headmistress McGonagall takes the stage. “Thank you, Professor
Hwang, for overseeing the Goblet ceremony. I’m sure all three schools are very,
very excited for the first challenge which will take place exactly two months
from now, when the Aurora Phoenix flies over Durmstrang, signaling the movement
of Mars into the orbit of Venus: the best time for competitions. In the
interest of fairness and to avoid any homecourt advantages, this year, the
Triwizard Tournament will be a roving one: beginning in Norway, moving into
France, and ending up back here in England for the finale, ending in the Yule
Ball. The Defense Against The Dark Arts professors of each school have agreed
to oversee the training of every champion alongside one of the head students
who will serve as a peer mentor when the professors are unavailable. Now,
please, professors--”
Jungkook crosses his fingers for luck, thinking of the one reason he’d entered
his name in the first place: the reason he didn’t mind going through hell for
the coming months. Please, Professor Hwang. Come through.
This time, Hogwarts goes first, Professor Hwang taking the podium again. She
peers over the top of her rose-gold glasses. “This was, I will admit, a very
difficult decision for me to make. As all of you will know, every house has its
ace students, excelling in every field: I had thought of maybe choosing Park
Jimin from Slytherin House who has taken Best in Defense Against The Dark Arts
every year since he defeated a boggart in his third year by closing his eyes
while holding up a mirror, showing the boggart to itself, rendering it
immaterial--”--Slytherin house cheers, Prefect Min Yoongi shouting into a giant
cone, his voice booming across the Great Hall--”--Mr. Min, please put your
Prefect Thingy away--but Mr. Park is also head of the Slytherin Quidditch team
and we know how Slytherin prizes its Quidditch cup.”
Silence fills the hall again, Jimin grinning sheepishly from the Slytherin
table, shrugging as if to assent to what Professor Hwang has just said.
“For a moment, I had also considered Gryffindor Head Boy Kim Seokjin who has
been accepted on early admission to The Royal Academy of Potions & Poison for
his preliminary thesis on Proximius Rosoideae, the prime ingredient which he
hypothesizes is missing from Amortentia to make the drinker experience genuine
love, including not just physical infatuation, but other factors such as
resilience, camaraderie, humor, and loyalty--going so far as to alter pheromone
quality, creating a synthesized state of Soulmate-dom, if you will--”--now it’s
Gryffindor’s turn to cheer, Seokjin himself getting up and rousing them with a
I BASICALLY INVENTED LOVE, COME ON GRYFFINDOR LET’S GO!until they’re  all
howling, a couple of wolf-whistles piercing through the din of applause--
”however, Mr. Kim has left us not just to become a Potions Master but also to
become a star on the silver screen. His Pensieve drama airs every Friday, at
09:00 PM on the lilac vial on your Pensieve ViewCast.”
A confused murmur goes through the hall: only two houses left.
“Of course, I had also considered Ravenclaw, house of the wise, from which our
very own Mr. Jeon hails--I thought of our firecracker of a Head Boy, Mr. Jung
Hoseok, who is good at everything from potions to charms to transfiguration to
divinity to herbology--”--Ravenclaw starts to neigh, in honor of Hoseok’s
patronus: a white mare--”--but as we all know, Mr. Jung already has enough on
his plate what with being head of the Yule Ball Committee and sending everyone
his unsolicited selcas on the MagiCloud--”
Laughter ripples through the hall, Hoseok’s laugh the loudest of all.
“So, in the end, I had to biased--” Hufflepuff house starts to cheer, suddenly
realizing where this speech is going.
Jungkook’s heart starts to beat faster. Please, please, please let it be him.
Professor Hwang grins mischievously, unable to resist the impulse of clapping
excitedly. She clears her throat. “Hufflepuffs, silence please. As I was
saying, in the end, I had to be biased and pick someone from my own house. None
other than Mr. Kim Namjoon, our Head Boy, and the only one in his year who has
managed to master transfiguration into more than ten types of animals across
the different species, including the more difficult magical creatures such as
the ordinary Red-Tailed Phoenix and the Peruvian Vipertooth dragon. Not to
brag, but this is, of course, not including his default transfiguration which
is a beautiful black-spotted leopard which he can keep in form for an
astounding five weeks. Mr. Kim has also gone home with the honors of Best In
Magical History and the Cedric Diggory Medal For Leadership & Excellence since
his first year at Hogwarts. I have every confidence that he will be a wise and
kind guide for Mr. Jeon throughout these two months, having tried for the cup
himself.”
Applause thunders throughout the hall as Namjoon grins contentedly from the
Hufflepuff table, looking up from the book that Jungkook sees him slip into his
robes. Jungkook feels himself blush as Namjoon catches his eye and waves
enthusiastically. Jungkook waves back. Congratulations, Namjoon mouths,
flashing him a thumbs-up. Jungkook grins sheepishly. Thanks.
 
 
Jungkook looks at himself in the full-length mirror in the Ravenclaw common
room. He glances up at the clock--training in an hour and a half--and tugs on
his robes. He frowns. Hair up? Hair down? He smirks, decides on hair up in the
end, using some of Hoseok’s pomade to brush his hair off of his forehead. The
floppy hair, he decides, looks very, very baby-ish.
“Do you have a date or something?” Hoseok asks from where he’s lying on the
couch, reading a magazine on Quidditch figurines and collectibles.
Jungkook almost jumps out of his skin. He’s forgotten that Hoseok was there at
all. “No.”
Hoseok grins. “Is this about your crush on Namjoon?”
“What! No! That was years ago!”
Hoseok laughs, throwing his head back. “I think the Triwizard Champion doth
protest too much.”
“What?”
“Nevermind, it’s a Muggle thing.” Hoseok turns back to his catalogue, folding a
page with a Hornback5XZ mini-replica on sale for 10% off if you pay cash
instead of Crell. “Anyway--goodluck with your date, loverboy.”
“Speaking of dates--Min Yoongi’s here to see you,” Jeonghan  says, coming in
through the hallway and making his way up to the dorms. “He’s been standing
outside for an hour.”
“Did you tell him I’m here?”
Jeonghan shrugs. “I said he could come in--”
“--hey,” Min Yoongi says from the doorway as he climbs in through the portrait
of. “Oh wow, you know I’ve never been in the Ravenclaw common room before?
Gryffindor’s all rustic, you guys kind of have an Athens-like vibe--”
“--what is it, Yoongi?” Hoseok asks, looking at Yoongi over the top of his
catalogue.
Yoongi holds up an old hairdryer. “What’s this for?”
Jungkook grins, wondering what that contraption is and what Hoseok will tell
Yoongi it is. His SmartGlass starts to blink blue--time to go.
“I’ll go ahead, you guys.”
 
 
The first thing that goes through Jungkook’s mind is wow, thighs--Kim Namjoon
is standing in the prefect’s bathroom, his yellow-lined silk black robe slung
down over one glorious, golden shoulder before he drops it to the ground to
reveal his long, lean body, clad only in bright yellow swimming trunks. He
steps into the bubbling water of the round tub, his one, long leg disappearing
into the suds a minute (or a million) too soon for Jungkook’s taste.
“Alright, so today we’re just going to focus on underwater tasks--Jungkook?”
Jungkook snaps out of the haze, finds himself looking at Namjoon who is smiling
at him, dimples creasing in his cheeks. “Sorry.”
“It’s okay. Well come on. Don’t be shy. Get in the tub.”
Jungkook’s cheeks start to burn against his will--he’s never been conscious of
his body before, knows that he has a good, Quidditch-worn frame: all muscle and
sinewy limbs, broad-enough shoulders, a waist that tapered in and hips that
tapered out. Now, he drops his bronze robe alongside Namjoon’s --taking the
view of their mingled clothing on the floor in, saving it for another scenario-
-and climbs into the tub. He is suddenly aware of how close they are sitting,
how Namjoon legs are brushing his slightly under the water. He is thankful for
the bubbles, the subtle movement of the water already doing things to his
sensitive nipples. Why. Why is this man so goodlooking?
“Like I was saying. Today, we’re going to focus on underwater tasks. What are
the different tasks that they might ask you to perform underwater?”
Jungkook notices the way that Namjoon is playing with the bubbles, combing his
fingers through the suds. Pull yourself together.
“The four Rs--retrieval, racing, rescue, and revival.”
“Good.” Namjoon beams at him, scooting closer.
Jungkook’s eyes grow wide as Namjoon knees come flush with his. “Now. What are
the different ways in which we can keep breathing underwater?”
“There’s Gillyweed--”
“--only lasts for an hour. Plus it does better in seawater which is why so many
witches and wizards who use it for freshwater end up short of breath or dizzy
after--”
“--there’s also the Bubble-Head Charm--”
Namjoon laughs. “I really like that one. The name, I mean. Anyway, yes, the
Bubble-Head Charm is a classic, used by Mr. Cedric Diggory himself--”
“--but it’s wrong?” Jungkook asks, pouting a little.
Namjoon laughs--a kind, warm laugh--before dumping a tuft of soap suds onto
Jungkook’s head. “It’s not wrong. There are no wrong answers here--we’re just
trying to look for the best one. Everything you’ve said so far is correct. Come
on, think outside the box. You can do it.”
“Well, I guess the best way to do things would be to transfigure into a fish?”
Namjoon grins. “Bingo.”
Jungkook looks at the soapy water. “We can’t transfigure here though. I mean
the water is full of soap. If we become fish we’ll die--”
Namjoon laughs. “Woah, hold on, bad boy.”
Jungkook blinks. He called me bad boy.
“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves. It takes a lot of practice to transfigure
and the farther away from the mammalian form, the more difficult it gets to be
able to get your body to do your bidding--unless your default transfiguration
is anatomically close. Of course, the fastest sea-creature we could probably
turn into is a Dolphin but space is an issue. So first, we’re going to just
practice on different parts: today we’ll start with hands, webbing, and then
eventually fins. If it isn’t too personal, what’s your default
transfiguration?”
Jungkook feels his cheeks get warm. He hated this part. “A bunny.”
But Namjoon only smiles. “Great. Bunnies are really useful as a default form if
the challenge is land-based because they’re basically good at everything--kinda
like you so it makes sense. They can run fast, jump high, nibble through almost
any tensile surface. Plus. Well, I don’t know if this is relevant to you but
they’re really good at having sex. You ever try transfigured sex before?”
“No,” Jungkook says, shrugging, trying to (he hopes) look cool. “Any good?”
“The best. You know how in your transfigured state, you usually have less
inhibitions? I stayed in Leopard form once for weeks just for kicks and I fell
into my rut. So. I had sex with--well, you don’t need to know--and uhm. Yeah.
It was good. All the people I know who are bunnies say it’s glorious for them,
maybe twice how glorious it is for us other outsiders.”
“You can’t turn into a bunny?”
“Nope. My legs are too long, maybe? I always get the proportions wrong.”
“Oh.”
“Okay, so for today, we only work on the hands. I filled the tub with bubble
bath so that it’s more relaxing. The orientation of fins is different than
fingers so it might feel a bit odd. But okay, just concentrate on transfiguring
into your default first--and when you feel the tug, instead of a bunny, try and
think of fins: focus on their structure, the way that they move in water.”
Jungkook gulps, watching as Namjoon closes his eyes, leans back to bare his
throat, hands skimming the surface of the water until there are no more hands
there but silvery, delicate fins.
“Tada.” Namjoon smiles. “Now, your turn.”
Jungkook takes a deep breath. You can do this. He does as Namjoon had done--
closes his eyes, tips his head back, concentrates until he feels the pull of
him about to transfigure, does his best to think of fins, of a silver fish
slipping into water--he bites on his lip and then hears what he thinks is an oh
fuck escape Namjoon’s lips. His eyes fly open, he’s about to ask what did you
say but it’s too late in a split-second, Namjoon, both his hands hands again
finds himself clutching a wide-eyed bunny, Jungkook’s trunks slipping into the
soapy water.
Namjoon gentle chuckling fills the room as he holds bunny Jungkook to his
chest. “I’ve got you, bad boy.”
 
 
Their first session was rocky but Jungkook is a fast learner--in less than two
weeks, he can transform into a silver fish easy, going from a silver cichlid to
a south pacific sunfish, depending on the conditions he is immersed in. He and
Namjoon work well together, just like he remembers from their first year when
they’d had Botany together and had gotten the best in their class for their
collaborative project: a bonsai replica of the Weeping Willow, grown from a
dead leaf they’d put into a timelapse spell. There is something about being in
that transfigured state that Jungkook really likes: Namjoon was right--it
didlend something different everytime. As a bunny, Jungkook feels a certain
need to keep moving, a frenzied-ness that clouds his conscious mind even as he
remains sentient: he needs to jump, to feel the wind in his fur, the earth
under his feet. As a freshwater fish, he felt cool, languid, unworried and
unhurried, swimming easy through the clear water, following the current. The
saltwater fish form he likes the least--it makes him feel anxious, the ocean
beating against his tiny heart. He feels miniscule, always rushing to be with
other fish or to hide, to keep away from predators.
They’re well into the second month of training--a mere four weeks and the
flight of a phoenix standing between them and the tournament. Now, Jungkook has
learned more than he has his entire life at Hogwarts thus far: Namjoon teaches
him everything from which potions can cure even that-spell-of-which-no-one-
speaks if you’re able to give it to the afflicted person on time (the downside
being it sapped life from almost any nearby lifeform that is smaller than
yourself: plants, animals, children), which charms can be substituted for which
spells if two or three elements were lacking and tweaked, which herbs can heal
a dragon’s burn, which spells could deflect a dragon’s fire. They’d also played
with time turners--heading into the past and having to live through whole weeks
again until they caught up with themselves in real time, making use of the
extra time to walk through Hogsmeade and have some butterbeer until time came
for them to appear at the Hufflepuff basement.
Jungkook’s favorite lesson so far, though, had to be practicing mounting
different magical creatures: the Hypogriff they’d ridden from the Magical Care
Unit, Jungkook’s hands firm on Namjoon waist as they took off, the Hebridean
Black they’d floo-powdered their way to Scotland for, Namjoon tucking his chin
over Jungkook’s shoulder as they flew over Glasgow--and most hilariously, the
Unicorn that wouldn’t let them near it. They’d looked at each other and
blushed. Namjoon had shrugged and slung an arm over Jungkook’s shoulders
“It’s okay. We’ve had more fun riding whoever than riding a unicorn. All the
impurity was worth it. Let’s say we did it for Magic.”
 
 
Today is the final day before he leaves--the Aurora Phoenix has been forecast
to fly over Durmstrang that dawn. Jungkook had been surprised to get the
MagiCloud message from Namjoon to meet him by the field near the Weeping Willow
at sunset. He’d been packing, feeling sentimental and a little sad at having to
go, at having to leave school even for just a couple of months, already missing
Quidditch,  his friends--Namjoon.
Over the past two months, he feels like he’s grown up, has been able to talk
about so many things he hadn’t in his entire adolescence: questions about what
it meant to be a wizard in a world where the most powerful sorcerers lived
alongside Muggles who had to (as Min Yoongi put it) “do things manually”.
Namjoon had lent him piles and piles of books, had shown him so many Pensieve
clips, films, both long and short: things that made him cry, made him laugh.
Part of him wants to give something back, wants to help Namjoon with something
too. But every time he asks the only answer he gets is for him to win the
Triwizard Tournament. Then we’ll be quits.
As he makes his way across the field to where he spots Namjoon standing in his
robes, the yellow lining bright against the pink-tinged purple sky, his scarf
fluttering in the wind, twilight creeping up on them fast as summer starts to
give way to fall.
“Hey.”
“Hey.”
“So why’d you want to meet me?” Jungkook squints a little, Namjoon’s smile
against the setting sun making it hard to look at him properly.
“You know how you asked if there was anything you could do for me?”
“Mmmm? Sure.”
Namjoon sighs, hesitating a little. “I wasn’t sure if I was going to ask
because I know it’s going to take a lot on your end and I know that the timing
is off--”
Jungkook shoves at him playfully. “Albus Freaking Dumledore’s Hat, just ask
already.”
Namjoon grins. “I personally prefer ‘you’re taking so much Tomvolin’ time,
Namjoon, you idiot’--it makes me feel irreverent.”
Jungkook laughs. “Tomvolin’ it is, then. What do you want?”
“Remember when I told you about when I stayed in my Leopard form for five
weeks?”
Jungkook bites his lip. “Sure. You. Um. Experienced a cat’s rut. And. You had
sex with someone else who was also transfigured into a cat.”
Namjoon nods. “Well. Um. The rut thing--it kind of happens regularly even if
I’ve changed back into my human form. It’s odd because it doesn’t usually even
happen in male cats. They’re usually driven mad by the scent that female cats
produce but--”
“--there aren’t any female cats?”
“I like men.”
“Oh.”
“So yeah. Well. It isn’t too hard to transfigure into a Leopard, really. Not
when you’ve done the fish thing since Leopards are mammals and the cat brain is
actually anatomically similar to the human one which is why they’re so smart."
Jungkook frowns. “Are you asking me to find you a Leopard or something? Cause I
literally have no Tomvolin’ idea where I would get one that isn’t an
actualLeopard on such short no--”
“--I’m asking you to transfigure into a Leopard and let me fuck you.”
“Oh.”
 
 
Namjoon was right--it was easy to do, after all of his training, but it’s an
odd feeling, being in Leopard form. Jungkook has never been such a big animal
before, has never been bigger than himself: there was comfort in the
containment of being a fish or a rabbit or himself--as a Leopard, that comfort
is replaced by a visceral hunger: to touch, to jump, to feel the earth kick up
against his paws, to feel the heavy body of another cat over his own. He and
Namjoon watch each other’s feline forms from across the field, when Namjoon
starts to circle him: Jungkook is admiring the way that Namjoon’s legs are
still long and striking, his neck supple, his shoulder blades sharp, moving
like spotted waves as he stalks Jungkook. When Jungkook moves back as if to
bolt, Namjoon pounces, pinning him to the ground, growling against his nape.
Jungkook lets out a roar of pleasure, pushing up against Namjoon, the lust
making its way from groin to gut to limbs, the ache to roll against, to move or
be moved intense, sharper than any other instinct. They tumble, muscle against
muscle, teeth against neck, hot breath grizzly, smelling of dirt and rain.
Jungkook can smell the earth, the scent of Namjoon’s arousal, the heat of his
sex, can feel the hunger in the way that he pins him to the earth, teeth
grazing his ear, his scruff as Jungkook tries to kick with his hindlegs, tries
to regain power but not really wanting it, only wanting it enough to be made to
submit. Namjoon opens his jaws and takes Jungkook’s nape between his teeth,
holding gentle but firm, stinging but not drawing blood, nothing to cause any
real injury. Jungkook’s growls turn into long, rolling mewls as Namjoon pushes
into him, frenzied, hot, fast, with all the animal urgency of their forms.
Pleasure and pain shoot through Jungkook, feeling his own aroused sex against
the softness of the grass, feeling the rumble of Namjoon’s paws against the
ground as he pushes in with more and more conviction, wanting more, coming
closer with each thrust. The sound Namjoon lets out when he climaxes is
incredible--unlike anything Jungkook has ever heard before: low but broken, a
growl with all the desperate qualities of a real, guttural moan. When Namjoon
pushes off of him, Jungkook feels emptiness, an unbearable lightness, longs to
be pinned down again.
And then he notices it: the orgasm has broken an odd kind of spell, Namjoon
slowly turning back into himself. Jungkook follows suit, suddenly worried, the
human part of his brain taking over. And then they are themselves again: naked
on the grass, Namjoon panting on his knees, a hand bracing him up against the
earth. His cock is still trailing cum on his leg. Jungkook feels it inside him,
sticky against his thighs.
“Joon? Are you okay?”
Namjoon grins, not saying anything but pushing himself over Jungkook again,
laying him down but this time slowly, kissing him on the mouth, deep and heavy,
slow and sure, tongue warm, slick, licking at the roof of his mouth, sucking on
his bottom lip. He kisses Jungkook from ear to neck to throat, playing with at
his nipples with those long fingers before continuing his journey down his
ribs, the hollow of his hips, his erection leaking pre-cum, his desire stiff as
a fact, a knife in the darkness.
“Let me take care of you, okay?”
Jungkook gasps, arching his back as Namjoon brings his lips down on Jungkook.
Jungkook braces himself on his forearms, desperate to see Namjoon’s plush lips
closed over his cock--a sight he’d fantasized about so many times over the past
two months, maybe even longer. Namjoon gives the wettest, noisiest blowjob
Jungkook has ever had, his tongue all slide and glide, letting his spit drip
down Jungkook’s shaft as he goes faster, harder, deeper, until Jungkook cums
hard into his mouth. Namjoon pulls away in time to have Jungkook’s cum streak
all over his face: his plush lips, his dimpled cheeks, his tongue hungry and
licking at the tip of Jungkook’s cock, still pulsing thick, hot liquid.
“Namjoon,” Jungkook says, breathless from the sensation and the sight of
Namjoon who is now coming back up toward him, moving to lay Jungkook’s head on
his chest.
“Kookie?”
The stars are bright in the night sky. In the distance, they see the aurora
borealis starting to rise in the far north. The Phoenix flies soon.
“I’ll win.”
“Of course you will, bad boy.”
 
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