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Private Requests - Chapter 21
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Summary:
Four months ago, ornithologist Namjoon left his two boyfriends, Jungkook and Yoongi, in Seoul to pursue a research post in Cape Town. Not soon after, Yoongi flew to Los Angeles for a collaboration project with another producer. Now, after four long months of being apart, the three reunite to spend a week in sunny South Africa for their first throuples holiday before going home together.
(or: namgikook are cute and **** on the couch of namjoon’s guest house. it’s a great time)
Notes:
-requested work
Hello! A few things before we start:
– Namjoon, Yoongi, and Jungkook are Korean. I am not. This fic is set in my home-town, but the boys are very much Korean tourists and I have endeavoured to keep all cultural bits accurate.
– this is fiction, therefore this is in no way meant to be a reflection of the boys themselves.
– In this fic, Namjoon studies the African (Jackass) Penguins at Boulders Beach in Simon’s Town, South Africa! These are an endangered species, but the Boulder’s Beach penguins are approachable to humans and it’s truly a lovely place to spend the day, if only to stare at the birds.
Yoongi tapped his feet on the floor, anxiously awaiting his luggage to come around on the turnstile. The phone in his hand was turned on, but until he could get a local sim card, he wouldn’t be able to call his boyfriends and tell them he’d landed. Or, well, he wouldn’t be able to call Namjoon– as far as Yoongi knew, Jungkook was still in the air, his flight from Dubai scheduled to land less than an hour after Yoongi’s, and his phone would be as useless as Yoongi’s. He glanced once more at the turnstile, anticipation filling his veins. As soon as he had his luggage, he’d be able to pop into the kiosk and– he snorted at the way his chest grew wings and attempted to fly off through the arrivals section– finally see his boyfriend.
Namjoon had gotten the research position at South Africa’s penguin conservation society four months ago, and Yoongi had left Seoul shortly after, a collaboration project in Los Angeles calling his name. Which meant that Namjoon was the boyfriend Yoongi hadn’t held hands with for the longest amount of time, and damn it, Yoongi missed the way Namjoon’s lightly callused hands would brush over the flesh on the top of his own, the way their palms slotted perfectly together. And Jungkook… God, Yoongi missed Jungkook so much– missed the way he’d curl into Yoongi in the mornings in their kitchen, the way he’d somehow manage to fold himself in Yoongi’s lap while they were watching films.
A secret, about Min Yoongi: he loved the feeling of human contact. Especially contact from his two favourite humans. And it had been months.
As his mind wandered, the black Kumamon shaped suitcase caught his eye, and Yoongi shuffled towards the turnstile with a grin, hoisting the bag onto the trolley where his backpack and camera bags were already settled.
He expertly navigated the replacing of his sim card, the woman at the kiosk’s warm nature reminding him so much of the aunties back home and their enquiries, the way they made Yoongi, a complete stranger, feel so much more at home. With a triumphant grin, Yoongi connected to the airport’s WiFi, and watched as several Ryan stickers flooded his kakao messages from Namjoon, along with a saw your plane arrive, hyung! I’ll be waiting for you!! that made Yoongi grin from ear to ear.
Mindlessly, he typed a reply, pushing his trolley in the direction of the arrivals exit.
There’s no way you can tell which plane is mine, but you’re cute so I’ll let it slide.
Immediately, a series of pouting faces filled his screen, and Yoongi huffed a laugh, shaking his head before slipping his phone into his pocket. He’d be there soon– he’d see Namjoon soon, and god, was he contemplating maybe somersaulting towards the waiting area instead.
If someone had told him ten years before that the scrawny, terribly clever first-year that he’d shared a dorm room with in his second year in university would become one of the most important parts of Yoongi’s life, he would have laughed straight in their face. Now, Yoongi scanned the crowd waiting for their families and friends eagerly, searching for that face that he’d seen almost every morning for a decade, one that was as familiar to him as his own.
At the sight of Namjoon’s broad grin, Yoongi felt tears prick his eyes, shaking his head once to get rid of the abominable feelings that were currently washing over him and replacing them with a grin of his own, his steps speeding up as he motored towards where Namjoon was standing, holding a large purple board with Yoongi’s name written on it in glitter and decorated with cat stickers. Yoongi rolled his eyes playfully, coming to a stop in front of Namjoon with a grin.
“Cats? Really, Joon-ah?” he shook his head. Namjoon just looked down at him with that maddening grin– tender enough that Yoongi fought his heart from melting into a puddle.
“What can I say, Hyung, I missed you,” Namjoon murmured, placing the board down on Yoongi’s suitcase and wrapping his arms around his boyfriend’s waist.
Yoongi sighed into the embrace, the smell of the ocean and sun and Namjoon, woodsy and warm, filling his senses.
With Namjoon’s arms around him like this, Yoongi felt a sense of security he’d almost forgotten. His fingers sunk into the thin cotton of his boyfriend’s t-shirt.
Yoongi’s brows furrowed. “Did you–” he pulled back a little, to look Namjoon up and down. “Did you fill out?”
Judging from Namjoon’s stupidly proud nod and pink cheeks, he had indeed gained some muscle. Yoongi blinked, suppressing a shudder. God, first Jungkook and his love of all things gym and now Namjoon? Were his boyfriends conspiring to give him multiple heart attacks with their muscles? Was that it?
“You like?” Namjoon patted his thigh, a little too hard judging by the startled stares the slapping sound drew as well as the way his eyes closed in embarrassment.
The corner of Yoongi’s lips drew up. “Oh, I like,” he huffed, and drew in closer to Namjoon once more, letting his lips ghost over one dimple, then the other, and finally planting one firm smooch on Namjoon’s nose, causing the other man to scrunch it up.
“Hyung,” Namjoon whined, pulling back. “You’re embarrassing me.”
“Joon-ah, I haven’t seen you in four months.” Yoongi huffed, pushing the trolley to the side of the arrivals section so he and Namjoon didn’t take up too much space with their reunion. “I should be allowed to kiss those cheeks of yours.”
When Yoongi got affectionate, Namjoon got shy, and squirmy, and Yoongi would be lying if he said he didn’t relish in the way his boyfriend’s body twisted at his words. God, Namjoon was just too fun to tease.
Namjoon shook his head as he led Yoongi to a little café on the top floor of the airport, eagerly asking Yoongi’s opinions about everything, little “Isn’t it crazy how warm it is in December?”– and “Oh wait until you see the ocean, it’s amazing!”–s interspersed with Yoongi’s delighted hums and quick nods.
Seeing Namjoon like this– Yoongi loved how genuinely excited his boyfriend got about things, how much joy he found in nature and people. Namjoon reminded Yoongi often through his words and his deeds, to focus on the small happy things that life had to offer, and Yoongi was eternally grateful for that kind of reminder in his boyfriend’s smile.
Yoongi grinned as they sat down, a view of the runway where planes would be arriving within eyesight from the floor-to-ceiling windows next to them. Jungkook would be arriving in– Yoongi checked the arrivals board and the flight number he had written down on his notes app– twenty minutes. God.
“Staring at the board won’t make the plane get here any faster, you know,” Namjoon bumped his foot against Yoongi’s calf with a playful smile.
Yoongi scrunched up his face, forcing himself not to let the giddy laugh at Namjoon’s words bubble up in his chest. “I can’t help it,” he sighed. “It’s been so long, Joon, I’ve missed you both so much and just–”
“Being here with me feels a little empty?”
Yoongi shook his head and sighed again. Of course, Namjoon would know exactly what he was talking about. “It’s not that– I used the wrong word the last time we talked about me and Kook being without you. I’m fine with being with only one of my boyfriends, of course I am, but it just feels better when its all three of us. Like– I’m not a third of a person without you guys. It’s just,” he paused, waving his hands in the air for a moment to find the right words. “It’s just– it’s like having kimbap, right? Sure, rice is great on its own, but it’s even better with seaweed and sesame oil and egg and ham and vegetables.”
“I can’t believe you just compared yourself to rice.”
At Namjoon’s snort, Yoongi shot him a look, a deep fondness bleeding through the faux-crabby grumble he let out. “You know what I mean.”
“I know.” Namjoon took Yoongi’s hand gently in his. “I missed you guys too, you know? Not having my favourite workout buddy, not getting to hear your music drift in from the other room late at night– god,” he sighed. “It’s just. I almost feel overwhelmed seeing you again. Being able to hold your hand,” a squeeze. “We’re going to have so much fun, Hyung.”
The thing about Namjoon was that sometimes he said things– more often than Yoongi would have liked to admit– that were almost a facsimile of whatever feelings were swirling in Yoongi’s heart, and Yoongi found himself enveloped in a gentle sense of comfort as he squeezed back, running his thumb over the flesh on the top of Namjoon’s hand.
Both Namjoon and Yoongi started when the waiter came by with their coffees, two iced Americanos and a take-away iced caramel something that Namjoon swore Jungkook would love. They chorused thank yous in english as they walked away, before Yoongi let his lips close over the straw and relished in the rich flavour. Even in business class, they just couldn’t get coffee right like this. Yoongi grinned in pleasure that Cape Town, at the very least, managed to have good coffee, even if it did take his boyfriend away from him for almost half a year.
Across from him, Namjoon made a spluttering noise and Yoongi looked up in surprise, the straw slipping from between his lips. Namjoon was tomato red, dabbing at the front of his shirt with a paper napkin, the dark coffee soaking into the thin material clinging to his skin.
“Joon-ah?” Yoongi put his glass down in alarm. “Namjoon, what did you do?”
Namjoon shook his head, a little breathy as he looked back up at Yoongi. “I’m fine, I just–” his hands flailed around for a moment. “–Went down the wrong pipe.”
At Yoongi’s singular eyebrow raise, Namjoon sighed. “You just look really,” he winced and shook his head. “Look, I don’t know how to say this without sounding like a teenager.”
“You are aware that I’ve known you since you were a teenager, right?” Yoongi frowned. “Joon, nothing could shock me– I was there for your 1 terabyte hard drive of porn phase, remember?”
“You used it too!” Namjoon whined in response, and twisted his mouth into a wry smile. “I just– you know your mouth is so pretty.”
Yoongi’s eyes narrowed. He glanced down to the straw and back up at his boyfriend, who had his hands over his face in embarrassment. Oh god, that’s what made Namjoon choke?
Yoongi chuckled, reaching a hand over to pull one of Namjoon’s hands away from his eyes. “Joon-ah, baby, why.”
“I don’t know,” Namjoon groaned. “It’s just been a while, okay? I’m sorry for being weird, I just–”
Yoongi shook his head, pulling Namjoon closer over the table and ducked his head, so no one would be able to hear, murmuring. “Want my cock that badly, hm? Don’t worry, I’m very much looking forward to seeing all those muscles of yours being put to good use.”
Namjoon, for his part, blinked at Yoongi in shock, his lips parting for a moment as he gulped. “Cool. Great. Wonderful, I uh–”
Before he could fumble his way through more words, Yoongi squeezed his hand, nodding towards the arrivals board which showed Jungkook’s flight listed as landed. “Now, let’s go get our other boyfriend so I can shower both of you in kisses until you can’t breathe.”
Namjoon shook his head. “Not if I shower my two boyfriends in kisses until they can’t breathe first.”
Gathering his things, Yoongi laughed, and he and Namjoon shuffled out back to the international arrivals section, Namjoon practically buzzing at his side with the matching purple board with Jungkook’s name screaming in glitter in hand.
~
Namjoon knew his palms were clammy clutched around Yoongi’s firm ones, but sue him– it was summer and he was finally getting to hold his boyfriends in his arms after four long months with only video calls– and even those were only when they could all three sync up their schedules, what with the time differences between Seoul and LA and Cape Town. It wasn’t fair that in order to do good things with his degree, Namjoon had to be away from his loves, but when he’d gotten the offer both Yoongi and Jungkook had told him quite plainly that if Namjoon rejected a position that he’d been hoping to get, in order to stay with them, then they’d simply never speak to him again.
Namjoon kind of loved them for that push.
Now, his eyes darted over the people filing out of the international arrivals bay, eagerly scanning for the floppy black hair and massive backpack he just knew belonged to his boyfriend. God, where was Jungkook – by Namjoon’s calculations, unless he somehow lost his luggage, Jungkook should have been with the current group of people. He wondered if–
“Kook-ah?” Yoongi’s voice was loud over the din. “Jungkook-ah, we’re here, we’re–” he wrenched Namjoon’s sign-holding hand up. “Jeon Jungkook!”
Startled, Namjoon turned towards where Yoongi was shouting, his jaw dropping open as he took in the form bounding towards him, gigantic backpack in tow. A form that had blond hair.
“Jeon Jungkook, did you dye your hair?” Namjoon laughed almost wildly as he and Yoongi moved to meet Jungkook impulsively, magnetic. “My god, you’re blond.”
Jungkook in all his glory ginned up at him as he took him into his arms. “You like it, Hyungs?”
Beside him, Yoongi’s hand came up to catch at a golden wave, biting his lip. “Of course we do,” he let himself be pulled into the embrace by his boyfriends’ strong arms, a little uncomfortable as both he and Jungkook were more than a little sweaty from the flight and Jungkook still had his backpack on, but a hug that screamed home.
Gently, Namjoon pecked the tops of each of their heads, breathing in the smell of his people, his most important people, the clean smells of their combined shampoo and their inexplicable yoongiandjungkook-ness. He grinned, puling away.
“You smell like coffee, Hyung,” Jungkook scrunched his nose up, glancing down at Namjoon’s shirt. Before he could ask about the stain, Namjoon leaned in to peck his nose, loving the giggle that bubbled out of his chest. Jungkook gave a little shake of his head. “Oh my god, Hyung, your pecs.”
“That’s what I said!” Yoongi moaned. “God, both of you are bulking up and leaving poor lil old me behind. What am I supposed to do when my boyfriends are out there – I don’t know – bench pressing cars, or something?”
Over Yoongi’s head, Namjoon met Jungkook’s gaze and smiled devilishly. Jungkook leaned into Yoongi’s side, and whispered into his ear. “You can tell us we look sexy and you’re waiting for us in bed, you know, if you’re into that.”
At Yoongi’s shiver, Namjoon pecked at his cheek, tamping down the insane level of horny that his brain was currently in. He needed to get them home, damn it – then he could be horny all he wanted. Unfortunately, home was more than an hour away by car. Namjoon almost groaned. He leaned down, opening the Uber app to prepare for the long journey to Simon’s Town, because yes even after spending four months in a country that had little to no public transport, Namjoon had still not learned how to drive. Sue him – back home he had two handsome boyfriends to drive him around and, in the event that they were unable, the trains and busses. A couple of months of Uber and hitching lifts with his fellow researchers would hardly kill him.
“The car should be here soon – did you want to get something to eat, or are we all good?”
Jungkook paused for a moment, before shaking his head. “Nope,” he gave Namjoon a broad smile. “They fed me so damn much on the plane, I’m sure I can last a couple of hours at least.”
“Hm, I’m sure you’ll be starving by the time we get there, so I’ll let you guys get changed and shower and stuff and get a snack ready for you.”
Yoongi ran his hand up the nape of Namjoon’s neck. “Aw, look at you, Joon-ah, all domestic for us.”
Namjoon flushed, Yoongi’s words sending a jolt of electricity through his veins. Yoongi’s tone… It made Namjoon had a million and one incredibly inappropriate fantasies about being a stay-at-home house husband, and he wasn’t sure how he was supposed to feel about that, especially since they were in public.
“Hyung, you’ve been flirting with Namjoon-hyung without me this whole time?” Jungkook glanced between them with wide eyes and a faux-wounded expression that was swiftly replaced with a smirk. “Looks like I have a lot to catch up on, then, come on, Joon-hyung, let’s get to your guest house so I can,” he brushed his blond blond hair out of his eyes where some strands had fallen. “Greet you two properly.”
Maybe having them both come visit him at the end of his stay was a bad idea, because Yoongi and Jungkook combined were clearly a recipe for Namjoon having a heart attack at the tender age of 25. He was too young to have a heart attack, damn it, especially before he got to show them the penguins!
Namjoon sighed. Ah, the penguins. His hands clenched around one of Yoongi’s bags as he hoisted them into the boot of the Uber, the sounds of Yoongi and Jungkook chattering to one another bringing him a small sense of peace. He was going to miss the penguins, but Namjoon knew there was a more-than-capable team ready to pick up after he left and that back home, there was a paper to be written and more than enough birds for him to study and promote the protection of. Still, it always hurt having to leave a research post.
Namjoon found himself sandwiched between Yoongi and Jungkook in the back seat of the car and allowed himself to be lulled by the cadence of their voices chatting in English with the driver, and the firm feeling of their thighs pressed against his, Jungkook leaning over every once in a while to poke at Namjoon’s dimples with a soft giggle. Every time he did that, Namjoon would turn his head to kiss at the tips of his fingers, causing Jungkook’s nose to scrunch and god, even in that small car in a foreign country, with Yoongi and Jungkook around him Namjoon just felt like home.
Eventually, next to him Yoongi fell asleep, head resting gently on Namjoon’s shoulder, and Namjoon turned to Jungkook with a smile, bubbles of happiness making their way up his chest at Jungkook’s wide, joy-filled eyes at the lush mountain forest they were driving through.
“This is the way to the ocean?” Jungkook asked excitedly.
Namjoon paused. “Well. Yes. The ocean and mountains coexist here, it’s insane, really.”
“It’s the perfect place for us,” Jungkook hummed. “Ocean for me, forest for you, and–” Jungkook giggled at the sight of a collared cat walking on the side of the road, disappearing between the trees – “Cats for Yoongi-hyung.”
A grumbling noise escaped Yoongi’s chest as he cracked an eye open. “Yah! I’m not a cat.”
His voice was rough from sleep, and Namjoon brought up a hand to smooth his hair down. Yoongi leaned into the touch.
Namjoon suppressed a snicker. “Sure you aren’t, Hyung.”
Jungkook had no such qualms, his laugh streaming out of the open windows, into the summer air, like bells – clear and loud and everything Namjoon loved in the world in a single note. Beside him, Yoongi reached over Namjoon to slap at Jungkook’s thigh lightly. Jungkook pouted.
“Now Hyung,” he eased Yoongi’s hand off of his thigh. “Shouldn’t you save that for home?”
Yoongi pursed his lips, his eyes turning into slits. “Jeon Jungkook, when I get a hold of you–”
“You’re going to have to catch me first, Hyung,” Jungkook kissed the air in Yoongi’s direction.
Namjoon rolled his eyes at their playful bickering, knowing that they were both too fond of each other to ever sharpen their words, the sheer joy of being together tinting their every syllable. Yoongi and Jungkook’s relationship was adorable – mutual adoration mixed with the occasional bickering spree, they fit together like kimchi and rice, and even though he’d never admit it, it was a bond that Namjoon sometimes found himself envying if he didn’t catch himself in time. It was just – Yoongi and Jungkook were able to be alone together in a way that Namjoon struggled to. He knew – from Yoongi’s multiple assurances and Jungkook’s soothing murmurs – that he was the perfect compliment to both of them, but that didn’t mean that Namjoon didn’t sometimes feel out of place. It was a good thing that Yoongi and Jungkook were the kind of people who Namjoon knew would tell him if he was ever not wanted and who Namjoon trusted enough to ask for reassurance from in the first place.
By the time he and his boyfriends arrived at the guesthouse Namjoon had been staying at, both Yoongi and Jungkook had whipped out their cameras and were taking pictures of the breath-taking scenery. Namjoon’s guesthouse was just off the edge of the beach – not too close, he made sure, to the natural habitat of the penguins, because he of all people knew how much humans encroaching on their space affected penguin populations, but close enough that he got to enjoy the sea breeze and walk to where the penguins were every day, as well as sunbathing in the sand when the work day was done and the days were long.
“Wow,” Jungkook whistled. “A beach view? Hyung, you’re really living it up here, damn.”
Namjoon smiled and shook his head, fondly carrying some bags into the front door, which he opened with a key. “Home sweet home – I promise, once you take a nap on the beach, you’re never going to want to leave.”
“I can imagine,” Yoongi murmured, filtering after him, eyes bouncing off of each and every ornament.
Namjoon’s guest house was one owned by an elderly lady who lived in one of the neighbouring houses – she’d bought it at the turn of the millennium and frequently popped in to make sure Namjoon was eating right. Her kind enquiries into his health reminded Namjoon so much of the aunties back in Korea that he found himself smiling, shaking his head – aunties would be aunties, regardless of language or culture, it seemed. He was glad though, because even if Namjoon was a grown man who was more than capable of feeding himself, it was nice to have company, even if just conversation over a cup of tea and the homemade berry jam she brought over sometimes. Namjoon had grown terribly fond of jam. Jam and white bread – he didn’t know how he’d gone so long without a meal that was essentially glorified dessert in his repertoire, but he made a mental note to start buying jam when he got back home.
“You two should get settled,” Namjoon said once they’d deposited all their bags in the guest bedroom. “You’ve been travelling – go get comfortable and I’ll get snacks.”
At Namjoon’s words, Jungkook grinned devilishly, shrugging off the jacket draped over his shoulders and placing it on a chair. From where he was placing his things on the dresser, Yoongi glanced at them– Namjoon like a rabbit in headlights and Jungkook stalking slowly towards him– and snorted, shaking his head before turning to face them and crossing his arms, a similar smirk twitching on his lips.
“Oh, Namjoon-hyung,” Jungkook brought his hands to Namjoon’s waist and Namjoon momentarily regretted his choice of thin t-shirt because he swore he could feel Jungkook’s fingerprints burning into the sides of his body as he pulled him in closer. “Don’t you have something for me before you go?”
Namjoon blinked, a warbled huh escaping his throat. At his panicked glance, Yoongi chuckled and eased towards them. “I think Kook-ah wants a kiss, Joonie,” Yoongi whispered in his ear, placing a gentle peck on his neck. “It’s been a while since he’s had your pretty lips, hasn’t it?”
Namjoon wished that Yoongi and Jungkook didn’t have such an effect on him after being together for so long, but no one could deny the full-body shudder that wracked his being as his boyfriends closed in on him, Jungkook’s doe eyes hooded as he drew closer to Namjoon’s face, Yoongi’s breath on the side of his neck. Namjoon huffed out a breath, swallowing. God, he needed to be making snacks, but somehow–
“You can be our snack, Joon-hyung,” Jungkook giggled.
Namjoon’s eyes popped open from where they were fluttering and he looked at Jungkook in alarm. “Did I say that out loud?”
Jungkook shook his head. “No idea what you’re talking about– you have been talking about snacks since I landed, and while I appreciate the sheer domestic energy,” his grip tightened on Namjoon’s hip and pressed himself flush against Namjoon’s chest. “I’m not exactly hungry for anything that isn’t my hyungs.”
In unison, Namjoon and Yoongi groaned at the younger’s words, Yoongi pulling away and chuckling.
“Why are you so greasy today, Kook-ah,” Yoongi petted his golden head. “Is it the hair? Is that it? Has blond hair made you a guy with pickup lines cheesier than Jin-hyung’s pizza?”
Jungkook pouted, nipping at Yoongi’s finger. “I have missed my boyfriends, thank you very much, and I’d like to show them how much I’ve missed them! Is that a crime?”
“Nope,” Namjoon pecked his lips. “But standing around in the clothes you’ve spent the past twelve hours in might be,” he patted Jungkook’s *** softly. “Come on, Kook-ah, I know you must be feeling gross– you and Hyung shower and I promise you can eat me later?”
“And me?” Yoongi brought his hands to his chest in mock offence. “Who am I going to eat?”
Namjoon shot him a wink. “You can eat me too, Yoongi-hyung, now go,” he wiggled out of their grasp. “Have a wash.”
Both Yoongi and Jungkook levelled a stare at him, before Yoongi deadpanned. “I expect you to be ***** and waiting on the couch when we’re done, Joon– Kook and I deserve to see those muscles of yours in HD, thanks.” before sauntering off to the bathroom, Jungkook following him with a wink in Namjoon’s direction.
Just before the door closed behind them, Namjoon called out, “No reunion sex without me, thanks!” and was met with loud guffaws from both of his boyfriends, his eyes morphing into crescents as he made his way to the kitchen.
~
A genuine pout twisted on Jungkook’s when he emerged from the bedroom, freshly showered with Yoongi at his heels, and spotted Namjoon lounging on a kitchen stool, decidedly not naked. He wasn’t sure why he expected Namjoon to do what Yoongi said anyway, but considering how obedient they both were for their hyung, it did seem like a genuine possibility. Besides, Namjoon was the kind of sexy that would have made Jungkook cry if he didn’t get to tough him whenever, and even with explicit permission to run his hands all over Namjoon’s tanned skin, Jungkook still kind of wanted to cry. Especially because it had been four long months since he got to– Jungkook was aware this made him sound like an animal and he swore he wasn’t deranged or reading too many werewolf novels– gnaw on those biceps of his boyfriend’s and goddamn, they’d somehow gotten meatier. At some point, he and Yoongi would have to pin Namjoon down and explore those golden planes of skin. Jungkook was hoping it would be right then and there, but–
A laugh jolted him out of his thoughts, Namjoon’s arms crossing in a way that made his shirt stretch even more across his muscled arms.
“You look far too disappointed at the prospect of food, baby,” a nod towards the plate on the counter in front of him, little rolls of kimbap perfectly sliced up along with some kimchi (did Namjoon make his own kimchi?) and… Were those jam sandwiches? Jungkook waked forwards for closer inspection and yup– Namjoon had also prepared jam sandwiches. Odd, but as if Jungkook would ever say no to food.
“I thought I explicitly requested to feast on my boyfriend, not rice,” Yoongi grumbled from beside Jungkook, tapping where his shorts met the bottom of his shirt before overtaking Jungkook en route to Namjoon.
Jungkook watched, teeth sinking into his lip, as Namjoon fondly shook his head and wrapped his arms around Yoongi’s waist, bringing him in for a long kiss, his fingers slipping down to knead at Yoongi’s lower back– an action that Jungkook could practically feel Yoongi’s breath hitching at.
Jungkook let out a whine at the sight. “What about me?”
His words propelled him towards the other men, nestling himself in the enclave their bodies made when they pulled apart, the three of them forming a neat little triangle of breath and sweat and person. Jungkook breathed in deeply, letting his hyungs fill his lungs.
Immediately, Namjoon and Yoongi’s hands were on him, tugging him gently closer before Namjoon grinned, lips inches away from his mouth.
“You want a kiss, love?”
Jungkook nodded, chest rising at the promise of a kiss and Yoongi’s lips pressing wetly against his neck. Namjoon took his lips gently at first, puffy lips pressing feather-light against Jungkook’s own before Jungkook’s strangled moan spurred him on, Namjoon’s teeth poking out to nip at Jungkook’s mouth, his tongue brushing over the wound as Jungkook gasped a little. God, it was just–
Look, Jungkook hadn’t been around his super hot boyfriends in four months. He’d had only video calls and sexting and phone sex and his hand and a dildo and a fleshlight that maybe Yoongi and Namjoon didn’t yet know he’d owned. Sue him if he was getting a little carried away.
Namjoon pulled back with a snicker and Jungkook whined at the loss of contact from both Yoongi’s mouth and his.
“Kook’s getting a little worked up, isn’t he?” The smile in Yoongi’s voice was audible.
Namjoon shot a dangerous look to where Yoongi was standing at Jungkook’s shoulder. And pointedly glanced down. “I don’t think Kook’s the only one getting worked up, Hyung.”
Jungkook, much to his delight, realised that Yoongi was very, very hard against his thigh and very, very not pleased with that matter. If Jungkook moved his leg a little to hear Yoongi wince, then well, who could blame him?
“You said no reunion sex without you, Joon-ah,” Yoongi’s fingers sunk into one of Namjoon’s clothed thighs. “And Jungkook and I kept our end of the bargain. You, however,” Namjoon’s eyes glazed over as Yoongi squeezed dangerously close to his cock. “Seem to be wearing clothes. I don’t think that’s fair, do you, Kook-ah?”
Jungkook shook his head violently, his own fingers finding their way into Namjoon’s shirt and tugging a little at the flimsy fabric, wanting it off like yesterday. “Not at all, Hyung– if we were good, it’s only fair that Joon-hyung is good too.”
“I was making food,” Namjoon groaned, his bare feet curling and uncurling against the bar of the stool. “You can’t– jesus.”
His words were interrupted by Jungkook’s hand finding purchase under his shirt, bringing it up, up, exposing so much more of that beautiful tan Namjoon seemed to have gotten spending so much time in the summer sun. The best thing about Jungkook’s boyfriends– aside from the fact that they were Yoongi and Namjoon– was that they both loved physical skin-on-skin contact just as much as Jungkook did, which meant that Jungkook got all the touches he wanted, plus more. He grinned.
“We can eat later, Namjoon-hyung. We can have a picnic,” Jungkook leaned closer to nip at Namjoon’s parted lips. “Now–”
“Now I want to **** you,” Yoongi finished for him and Namjoon, bless his soul, actually whimpered, much to Jungkook’s delight. Looked like Jungkook wasn’t the only one driven mad by their separation. Or, maybe Yoongi was just Yoongi and Yoongi was, quite simply, irresistible.
Namjoon nodded and like magic, Jungkook’s hands moved to slip his shirt over his shoulders, letting his fingers glide against his skin and relishing in the shiver that it provoked. Yoongi, for his part, squeezed Namjoon through his jean shorts and began working at the buttons, and Namjoon let out a gasp. Jungkook brought his eyes back to his boyfriend. His lip was bitten red, Jungkook wasn’t sure by Namjoon himself or by Jungkook, and eyes dangerously close to rolling back. Jungkook loved seeing his calm, composed Namjoon-hyung a wreck like this– for him and Yoongi, no one else. It was the greatest privilege in the world.
“Baby,” Yoongi muttered, tugging at the open ends of Namjoon’s jeans. Immediately, Namjoon’s hips lifted off the stool and the three all but stumbled towards the couch where Namjoon had promised to be waiting.
Namjoon’s muscles were– Jungkook was used to looking at skin skin skin, obviously, and he was used to looking at muscles, because he owned a mirror, but Namjoon was another beast entirely. He’d gotten so big– big and beefy and Jungkook kind of definitely wanted to be hauled and tossed around like a potato sack by him. He also wanted to see Yoongi be hauled and tossed around like a potato sack. As he scuttled to join his boyfriends where they’d settled on the couch, Jungkook added that to his mental list of sex acts he needed to commit before they left South Africa, because Jungkook needed to be turned into a potato sack like he needed air. Probably more. He glanced down at his straining ****. Okay, definitely more.
“****,” Namjoon gasped as Yoongi peeled off his underwear and slapped at his thigh. “Hyung, ****, please.”
From where he’d settled himself, Yoongi glanced up at Jungkook. “You joining us, baby? Or are you just going to let Hyung have his fun with Joonie?”
Jungkook shook his head. “Nope, coming now.”
Jungkook’s mouth watered at the sight of Namjoon’s leaking cock. He shifted uncomfortably, painfully aware of his own hardness straining against his trousers. Jungkook’s eyes zeroed in on Yoongi mouthing over the head of Namjoon’s ****, and hissed, needing his pants off immediately. Namjoon’s hand shot out to Jungkook’s thigh.
“Hyung?” Jungkook’s voice was rough as he looked down at the way Namjoon’s finger’s gripped at his pants, tugging.
“Want–” Namjoon gasped at the sensation of Yoongi taking him into his mouth. “Jungkook, want you, want both of you, want to see you.”
Jungkook covered Namjoon’s hand with his own and nodded, a little mischievous as he pressed Namjoon’s hand down with his own, drawing his trousers with it, his cock springing free as the cotton caught on it for a moment before slipping off his legs. Namjoon groaned.
“Hyung,” Jungkook leaned down to whisper in Yoongi’s ear where his head was pressed against Namjoon’s thigh. Yoongi’s mouth made a popping sound as he looked up at Jungkook. Seeing Jungkook’s length, Yoongi lurched forward to take him into his mouth, but Jungkook placed a hand on his shoulder. “Speaking of fairness… How come you’re the only one wearing clothes, hm?”
Yoongi blinked up at him, lips rounded in a rosy pout, and Jungkook shifted, feeling himself grow harder. Why did Yoongi have to look like that? Why was he so good at making Jungkook’s **** leak? It wasn’t fair!
“I’m the hyung,” Yoongi said simply, but upon Namjoon and Jungkook’s identical looks of oh come on now, he smiled and shook his head, tongue wetting his lips before rising up off the couch to loosen the button of his jeans and slipping them down his legs.
Namjoon’s hand found Jungkook’s thigh again. “Kook-ah,” he gasped. “Why does he look like that?”
Jungkook nodded, as if entranced, eyes glazing over a little as Yoongi kicked off his trousers and slipped his shirt over his head, pearly expanses of skin dotted with pink splotches making him gulp. Fucking hell– if Namjoon was the sun, Yoongi was the moon, and Jungkook wanted to swim in their celestial bodies for the rest of his life as cheesy as that sounded.
Yoongi shot them a triumphant look, settling his thighs over Namjoon’s and grinning. “That better?”
Jungkook simply nodded, inhaling, before he realised that his boyfriends were on a couch and began calculating how the heck he’d get in on the Namjoon and Yoongi action, because he hadn’t seen his boyfriends in months and he wanted to get his hands on him.
“Kook-ah,” Namjoon rasped, his voice getting high pitched as Yoongi lowered his mouth onto him. “Please can you– **** me.”
Jungkook blinked. “How–?”
Namjoon was on his back on the couch. Jungkook wasn’t sure how his boyfriend expected him to **** him with his *** facing a couch cushion, but he supposed he could make it happen–
“No, I mean,” Namjoon babbled, Yoongi’s cheeks hollowing around him with a wet sound. “My face, please, want your cock, Kook-ah. Please.”
Jungkook’s breath caught in his throat at Namjoon’s desperate punctuation of the word, voice dangerously on the edge of begging and Jungkook kind of wanted to just stand there, palming himself, to hear Namjoon beg to be stuffed with his cock some more, but it had been so long.
He eyed the set up for a moment before deciding, you know what, **** it– the physics of it should work. Jungkook mimicked Yoongi’s earlier movements, settling his thighs over the broad expanse of Namjoon’s chest, feeling his balls bump against the skin and hissing. Namjoon let out a long keening sound, and made a dive for Jungkook with his mouth, but Jungkook was settled too far away for Namjoon to press his lips to his ****.
“You know, Hyung,” he gasped, moving his hips in small circles. “I could come just like this, just fucking against you.”
Below him, Namjoon and Yoongi let out identical moans, a soft shout tearing from Namjoon’s lips at the vibrations of Yoongi’s throat.
“No, Jungkook-ah,” Namjoon whined. “Please. Let Hyung have your cock, it’s been so long.”
Jungkook couldn’t help but grin. He was 100% correct– Namjoon begging for him was worth any form of wait. He scooted himself forward, leveraging his palms on the arm of the couch Namjoon’s head was resting against and thanked every deity in the universe for his upper-arm strength because he could tell he’d need it with the way Namjoon immediately swallowed around him. Jungkook hissed.
Namjoon moaned around him, lips soft and pink around Jungkook’s length as he lowered himself, feeling his boyfriend’s throat stretch, and stretch, until his nose nestled against Jungkook’s pelvis, a delicious hum vibrating against his sensitive skin.
For a while, Jungkook sat there just like that, letting Namjoon’s strangled whines and muffled groans do the work around him, the other man trying valiantly with Yoongi’s mouth swallowing him to suck at Jungkook’s cock. Namjoon tapped the side of Jungkook’s thigh, and Jungkook looked down, a demand written clear in Namjoon’s teary eyes– move or I’ll make you. Jungkook had to stop himself from immediately fucking forward into Namjoon’s mouth at the sight. Teary eyes and pink lips and flushed cheeks stuffed full– if there was one sight he could tattoo on his eyelids forever, it would be his two boyfriends like this for him, although he did admit that he’d probably never get any work done if that happened.
Namjoon had an impressive gag reflex, barely even flinching at the way Jungkook’s cock hit the back of his throat, in and out and in again, eyes shut as tears streamed from them, fingernails forming little crescents in the meat of Jungkook’s thighs. He wondered if Namjoon was enjoying the stretch– his boyfriend always had a thing for a little bit of a sting, they all did.
Around him, Namjoon gasped again, his lips tightening on his boyfriends length as– Jungkook assumed– Yoongi did something particularly delightful to his own. Yoongi groaned. Jungkook looked down, eyes fixed on the way Namjoon’s eyelashes kissed at his bronzed cheeks, still wet with tears.
Namjoon’s tears were too much for Jungkook already, but the feeling of Namjoon shouting and tensing as he came down Yoongi’s throat was the nail in his coffin, his body tensing as come streamed out of him, leaking out of Namjoon’s mouth for a moment before he swallowed desperately around Jungkook. Jungkook trembled, the feeling of Namjoon’s mouth still suckling come out of his over-sensitive cock eliciting a wince from his mouth, Namjoon whining a little as Jungkook began pushing himself up to swing his legs off, the slide of Namjoon’s wet mouth making it all the more painful.
Jungkook settled himself onto shaky feet. He glanced down at Yoongi who, lips parted and rutting into his own hand, shook as he came, head resting against one of Namjoon’s thighs, their skin contrasting so beautifully that Jungkook wished he could snap a picture and burn it into his brain.
Jungkook swallowed, wondering if it was too soon to get hard again.
Yoongi grinned up at him. “How was that for reunion sex?”
“I need to go away more often,” Namjoon groaned tilting his head to the side to look at where Jungkook had settled himself on the coffee table. “Maybe next time I can get you two to spitroast me.”
Jungkook snickered, a little breathless. “You don’t have to leave for us to **** you, Hyung, we’d do it anytime.”
“Getting cock upon request is the dream,” Yoongi sighed, eyeing Jungkook as well. “Speaking of– I hope at least one of you will be fucking me before our stay is over,” he pouted, lifting himself up to look at Namjoon again. “Ideally, both of you.”
“Course, Hyung,” Namjoon murmured, a hand coming to Yoongi’s hair and eyes moving to Jungkook where – shock and horror– the younger’s stomach had started growling. “Now, can you two please eat? I can hear Jungkook’s stomach screaming from here?”
~
After an early dinner, Namjoon and his boyfriends ventured out to the beach, grateful for the late afternoon sun. Since it was getting late, many of the crowds on the beach dispersed, leaving just them and the penguins, Jungkook giggling in delight as a couple waddled up to Namjoon in greeting.
“They’re usually pretty wary around people,” Namjoon smiled, nodding at the penguin at his feet. “But I’ve been with these guys long enough that I don’t actually think they see me as a threat.”
Yoongi hummed bending down to get a good look at the black and white markings on their feathers. “Probably recognise you as one of their own,” he nodded sagely. “My little penguin.”
“You saying that after you’ve just had my **** down your throat concerns me,” Namjoon blushed and nodded towards the shoreline. “Besides, Kook’s probably the one they recognise as their own.”
Jungkook had ventured into the water, an incredible feat judging how cold it typically was, and found himself being approached by several little jackasses, probably barely out of adolescence. Jungkook, for his part, stilled in the water, unsure as to what to do– the penguins were still wild animals, and as Namjoon’s partner, Jungkook was all too aware the damage a well-meaning tourist could wreak on wildlife populations.
The feeling of a bare calf against his own made Namjoon look down, and his eyes widened again.
Look, Namjoon knew that he’d just seen Yoongi *****, but that didn’t mean that he didn’t gawk when, post-sex haze, Yoongi wandered out of the bathroom in swim shorts sans his characteristic leggings. Yoongi always wore leggings. Namjoon and Jungkook, in unison, had gasped at the sight, drawing a smug smirk from Yoongi.
“What?” he’d asked, running a hand up his calf. “Can’t a guy try and catch a tan?”
“Only if I can sunscreen your legs, Hyung,” Jungkook said, a little breathless– exactly the way Namjoon felt, except he wasn’t sure if he could actually manage words.
The sight of the black shorts kissing the tops of Yoongi’s thighs had Namjoon’s chest tightening and as he looked down at them again, that familiar light-headed feeling returned. He glanced at Jungkook in the water. Namjoon wasn’t sure he wanted to wait for Jungkook to come back out so they could smear sunscreen all over Yoongi’s legs. He would have been concerned about being indecent in front of the penguins, but Namjoon had literally seen all of the mating pairs mate, so he was sure they wouldn’t mind him getting a teensy bit frisky with Yoongi’s legs.
“You’re staring again, Joon-ah,” Yoongi muffled a laugh and swatted at Namjoon’s behind with a rolled up towel before sauntering off closer to the water to watch Jungkook, a teasing look thrown over his shoulder.
Namjoon was rooted to the spot, staring after Yoongi, before a delighted laugh tore from Jungkook’s throat, jolting him out of his reverie and spurring him towards Yoongi, bare feet sinking into the sand.
He almost sighed as he sat down on the towel Yoongi had laid out for them. For a first holiday together, Namjoon thought this was pretty damn idyllic, thank you very much.
Summary:
Four months ago, ornithologist Namjoon left his two boyfriends, Jungkook and Yoongi, in Seoul to pursue a research post in Cape Town. Not soon after, Yoongi flew to Los Angeles for a collaboration project with another producer. Now, after four long months of being apart, the three reunite to spend a week in sunny South Africa for their first throuples holiday before going home together.
(or: namgikook are cute and **** on the couch of namjoon’s guest house. it’s a great time)
Notes:
For namging.
Hello! A few things before we start:
– Namjoon, Yoongi, and Jungkook are Korean. I am not. This fic is set in my home-town, but the boys are very much Korean tourists and I have endeavoured to keep all cultural bits accurate.
– this is fiction, therefore this is in no way meant to be a reflection of the boys themselves.
– In this fic, Namjoon studies the African (Jackass) Penguins at Boulders Beach in Simon’s Town, South Africa! These are an endangered species, but the Boulder’s Beach penguins are approachable to humans and it’s truly a lovely place to spend the day, if only to stare at the birds.
This is for Iz who so kindly c worded this to be written and I hope hope hope this is everything they wanted! Since that’s done– enjoy!
(See the end of the work for more notes.)
Work Text:
Yoongi tapped his feet on the floor, anxiously awaiting his luggage to come around on the turnstile. The phone in his hand was turned on, but until he could get a local sim card, he wouldn’t be able to call his boyfriends and tell them he’d landed. Or, well, he wouldn’t be able to call Namjoon– as far as Yoongi knew, Jungkook was still in the air, his flight from Dubai scheduled to land less than an hour after Yoongi’s, and his phone would be as useless as Yoongi’s. He glanced once more at the turnstile, anticipation filling his veins. As soon as he had his luggage, he’d be able to pop into the kiosk and– he snorted at the way his chest grew wings and attempted to fly off through the arrivals section– finally see his boyfriend.
Namjoon had gotten the research position at South Africa’s penguin conservation society four months ago, and Yoongi had left Seoul shortly after, a collaboration project in Los Angeles calling his name. Which meant that Namjoon was the boyfriend Yoongi hadn’t held hands with for the longest amount of time, and damn it, Yoongi missed the way Namjoon’s lightly callused hands would brush over the flesh on the top of his own, the way their palms slotted perfectly together. And Jungkook… God, Yoongi missed Jungkook so much– missed the way he’d curl into Yoongi in the mornings in their kitchen, the way he’d somehow manage to fold himself in Yoongi’s lap while they were watching films.
A secret, about Min Yoongi: he loved the feeling of human contact. Especially contact from his two favourite humans. And it had been months.
As his mind wandered, the black Kumamon shaped suitcase caught his eye, and Yoongi shuffled towards the turnstile with a grin, hoisting the bag onto the trolley where his backpack and camera bags were already settled.
He expertly navigated the replacing of his sim card, the woman at the kiosk’s warm nature reminding him so much of the aunties back home and their enquiries, the way they made Yoongi, a complete stranger, feel so much more at home. With a triumphant grin, Yoongi connected to the airport’s WiFi, and watched as several Ryan stickers flooded his kakao messages from Namjoon, along with a saw your plane arrive, hyung! I’ll be waiting for you!! that made Yoongi grin from ear to ear.
Mindlessly, he typed a reply, pushing his trolley in the direction of the arrivals exit.
There’s no way you can tell which plane is mine, but you’re cute so I’ll let it slide.
Immediately, a series of pouting faces filled his screen, and Yoongi huffed a laugh, shaking his head before slipping his phone into his pocket. He’d be there soon– he’d see Namjoon soon, and god, was he contemplating maybe somersaulting towards the waiting area instead.
If someone had told him ten years before that the scrawny, terribly clever first-year that he’d shared a dorm room with in his second year in university would become one of the most important parts of Yoongi’s life, he would have laughed straight in their face. Now, Yoongi scanned the crowd waiting for their families and friends eagerly, searching for that face that he’d seen almost every morning for a decade, one that was as familiar to him as his own.
At the sight of Namjoon’s broad grin, Yoongi felt tears prick his eyes, shaking his head once to get rid of the abominable feelings that were currently washing over him and replacing them with a grin of his own, his steps speeding up as he motored towards where Namjoon was standing, holding a large purple board with Yoongi’s name written on it in glitter and decorated with cat stickers. Yoongi rolled his eyes playfully, coming to a stop in front of Namjoon with a grin.
“Cats? Really, Joon-ah?” he shook his head. Namjoon just looked down at him with that maddening grin– tender enough that Yoongi fought his heart from melting into a puddle.
“What can I say, Hyung, I missed you,” Namjoon murmured, placing the board down on Yoongi’s suitcase and wrapping his arms around his boyfriend’s waist.
Yoongi sighed into the embrace, the smell of the ocean and sun and Namjoon, woodsy and warm, filling his senses.
With Namjoon’s arms around him like this, Yoongi felt a sense of security he’d almost forgotten. His fingers sunk into the thin cotton of his boyfriend’s t-shirt.
Yoongi’s brows furrowed. “Did you–” he pulled back a little, to look Namjoon up and down. “Did you fill out?”
Judging from Namjoon’s stupidly proud nod and pink cheeks, he had indeed gained some muscle. Yoongi blinked, suppressing a shudder. God, first Jungkook and his love of all things gym and now Namjoon? Were his boyfriends conspiring to give him multiple heart attacks with their muscles? Was that it?
“You like?” Namjoon patted his thigh, a little too hard judging by the startled stares the slapping sound drew as well as the way his eyes closed in embarrassment.
The corner of Yoongi’s lips drew up. “Oh, I like,” he huffed, and drew in closer to Namjoon once more, letting his lips ghost over one dimple, then the other, and finally planting one firm smooch on Namjoon’s nose, causing the other man to scrunch it up.
“Hyung,” Namjoon whined, pulling back. “You’re embarrassing me.”
“Joon-ah, I haven’t seen you in four months.” Yoongi huffed, pushing the trolley to the side of the arrivals section so he and Namjoon didn’t take up too much space with their reunion. “I should be allowed to kiss those cheeks of yours.”
When Yoongi got affectionate, Namjoon got shy, and squirmy, and Yoongi would be lying if he said he didn’t relish in the way his boyfriend’s body twisted at his words. God, Namjoon was just too fun to tease.
Namjoon shook his head as he led Yoongi to a little café on the top floor of the airport, eagerly asking Yoongi’s opinions about everything, little “Isn’t it crazy how warm it is in December?”– and “Oh wait until you see the ocean, it’s amazing!”–s interspersed with Yoongi’s delighted hums and quick nods.
Seeing Namjoon like this– Yoongi loved how genuinely excited his boyfriend got about things, how much joy he found in nature and people. Namjoon reminded Yoongi often through his words and his deeds, to focus on the small happy things that life had to offer, and Yoongi was eternally grateful for that kind of reminder in his boyfriend’s smile.
Yoongi grinned as they sat down, a view of the runway where planes would be arriving within eyesight from the floor-to-ceiling windows next to them. Jungkook would be arriving in– Yoongi checked the arrivals board and the flight number he had written down on his notes app– twenty minutes. God.
“Staring at the board won’t make the plane get here any faster, you know,” Namjoon bumped his foot against Yoongi’s calf with a playful smile.
Yoongi scrunched up his face, forcing himself not to let the giddy laugh at Namjoon’s words bubble up in his chest. “I can’t help it,” he sighed. “It’s been so long, Joon, I’ve missed you both so much and just–”
“Being here with me feels a little empty?”
Yoongi shook his head and sighed again. Of course, Namjoon would know exactly what he was talking about. “It’s not that– I used the wrong word the last time we talked about me and Kook being without you. I’m fine with being with only one of my boyfriends, of course I am, but it just feels better when its all three of us. Like– I’m not a third of a person without you guys. It’s just,” he paused, waving his hands in the air for a moment to find the right words. “It’s just– it’s like having kimbap, right? Sure, rice is great on its own, but it’s even better with seaweed and sesame oil and egg and ham and vegetables.”
“I can’t believe you just compared yourself to rice.”
At Namjoon’s snort, Yoongi shot him a look, a deep fondness bleeding through the faux-crabby grumble he let out. “You know what I mean.”
“I know.” Namjoon took Yoongi’s hand gently in his. “I missed you guys too, you know? Not having my favourite workout buddy, not getting to hear your music drift in from the other room late at night– god,” he sighed. “It’s just. I almost feel overwhelmed seeing you again. Being able to hold your hand,” a squeeze. “We’re going to have so much fun, Hyung.”
The thing about Namjoon was that sometimes he said things– more often than Yoongi would have liked to admit– that were almost a facsimile of whatever feelings were swirling in Yoongi’s heart, and Yoongi found himself enveloped in a gentle sense of comfort as he squeezed back, running his thumb over the flesh on the top of Namjoon’s hand.
Both Namjoon and Yoongi started when the waiter came by with their coffees, two iced Americanos and a take-away iced caramel something that Namjoon swore Jungkook would love. They chorused thank yous in english as they walked away, before Yoongi let his lips close over the straw and relished in the rich flavour. Even in business class, they just couldn’t get coffee right like this. Yoongi grinned in pleasure that Cape Town, at the very least, managed to have good coffee, even if it did take his boyfriend away from him for almost half a year.
Across from him, Namjoon made a spluttering noise and Yoongi looked up in surprise, the straw slipping from between his lips. Namjoon was tomato red, dabbing at the front of his shirt with a paper napkin, the dark coffee soaking into the thin material clinging to his skin.
“Joon-ah?” Yoongi put his glass down in alarm. “Namjoon, what did you do?”
Namjoon shook his head, a little breathy as he looked back up at Yoongi. “I’m fine, I just–” his hands flailed around for a moment. “–Went down the wrong pipe.”
At Yoongi’s singular eyebrow raise, Namjoon sighed. “You just look really,” he winced and shook his head. “Look, I don’t know how to say this without sounding like a teenager.”
“You are aware that I’ve known you since you were a teenager, right?” Yoongi frowned. “Joon, nothing could shock me– I was there for your 1 terabyte hard drive of porn phase, remember?”
“You used it too!” Namjoon whined in response, and twisted his mouth into a wry smile. “I just– you know your mouth is so pretty.”
Yoongi’s eyes narrowed. He glanced down to the straw and back up at his boyfriend, who had his hands over his face in embarrassment. Oh god, that’s what made Namjoon choke?
Yoongi chuckled, reaching a hand over to pull one of Namjoon’s hands away from his eyes. “Joon-ah, baby, why.”
“I don’t know,” Namjoon groaned. “It’s just been a while, okay? I’m sorry for being weird, I just–”
Yoongi shook his head, pulling Namjoon closer over the table and ducked his head, so no one would be able to hear, murmuring. “Want my cock that badly, hm? Don’t worry, I’m very much looking forward to seeing all those muscles of yours being put to good use.”
Namjoon, for his part, blinked at Yoongi in shock, his lips parting for a moment as he gulped. “Cool. Great. Wonderful, I uh–”
Before he could fumble his way through more words, Yoongi squeezed his hand, nodding towards the arrivals board which showed Jungkook’s flight listed as landed. “Now, let’s go get our other boyfriend so I can shower both of you in kisses until you can’t breathe.”
Namjoon shook his head. “Not if I shower my two boyfriends in kisses until they can’t breathe first.”
Gathering his things, Yoongi laughed, and he and Namjoon shuffled out back to the international arrivals section, Namjoon practically buzzing at his side with the matching purple board with Jungkook’s name screaming in glitter in hand.
~
Namjoon knew his palms were clammy clutched around Yoongi’s firm ones, but sue him– it was summer and he was finally getting to hold his boyfriends in his arms after four long months with only video calls– and even those were only when they could all three sync up their schedules, what with the time differences between Seoul and LA and Cape Town. It wasn’t fair that in order to do good things with his degree, Namjoon had to be away from his loves, but when he’d gotten the offer both Yoongi and Jungkook had told him quite plainly that if Namjoon rejected a position that he’d been hoping to get, in order to stay with them, then they’d simply never speak to him again.
Namjoon kind of loved them for that push.
Now, his eyes darted over the people filing out of the international arrivals bay, eagerly scanning for the floppy black hair and massive backpack he just knew belonged to his boyfriend. God, where was Jungkook – by Namjoon’s calculations, unless he somehow lost his luggage, Jungkook should have been with the current group of people. He wondered if–
“Kook-ah?” Yoongi’s voice was loud over the din. “Jungkook-ah, we’re here, we’re–” he wrenched Namjoon’s sign-holding hand up. “Jeon Jungkook!”
Startled, Namjoon turned towards where Yoongi was shouting, his jaw dropping open as he took in the form bounding towards him, gigantic backpack in tow. A form that had blond hair.
“Jeon Jungkook, did you dye your hair?” Namjoon laughed almost wildly as he and Yoongi moved to meet Jungkook impulsively, magnetic. “My god, you’re blond.”
Jungkook in all his glory ginned up at him as he took him into his arms. “You like it, Hyungs?”
Beside him, Yoongi’s hand came up to catch at a golden wave, biting his lip. “Of course we do,” he let himself be pulled into the embrace by his boyfriends’ strong arms, a little uncomfortable as both he and Jungkook were more than a little sweaty from the flight and Jungkook still had his backpack on, but a hug that screamed home.
Gently, Namjoon pecked the tops of each of their heads, breathing in the smell of his people, his most important people, the clean smells of their combined shampoo and their inexplicable yoongiandjungkook-ness. He grinned, puling away.
“You smell like coffee, Hyung,” Jungkook scrunched his nose up, glancing down at Namjoon’s shirt. Before he could ask about the stain, Namjoon leaned in to peck his nose, loving the giggle that bubbled out of his chest. Jungkook gave a little shake of his head. “Oh my god, Hyung, your pecs.”
“That’s what I said!” Yoongi moaned. “God, both of you are bulking up and leaving poor lil old me behind. What am I supposed to do when my boyfriends are out there – I don’t know – bench pressing cars, or something?”
Over Yoongi’s head, Namjoon met Jungkook’s gaze and smiled devilishly. Jungkook leaned into Yoongi’s side, and whispered into his ear. “You can tell us we look sexy and you’re waiting for us in bed, you know, if you’re into that.”
At Yoongi’s shiver, Namjoon pecked at his cheek, tamping down the insane level of horny that his brain was currently in. He needed to get them home, damn it – then he could be horny all he wanted. Unfortunately, home was more than an hour away by car. Namjoon almost groaned. He leaned down, opening the Uber app to prepare for the long journey to Simon’s Town, because yes even after spending four months in a country that had little to no public transport, Namjoon had still not learned how to drive. Sue him – back home he had two handsome boyfriends to drive him around and, in the event that they were unable, the trains and busses. A couple of months of Uber and hitching lifts with his fellow researchers would hardly kill him.
“The car should be here soon – did you want to get something to eat, or are we all good?”
Jungkook paused for a moment, before shaking his head. “Nope,” he gave Namjoon a broad smile. “They fed me so damn much on the plane, I’m sure I can last a couple of hours at least.”
“Hm, I’m sure you’ll be starving by the time we get there, so I’ll let you guys get changed and shower and stuff and get a snack ready for you.”
Yoongi ran his hand up the nape of Namjoon’s neck. “Aw, look at you, Joon-ah, all domestic for us.”
Namjoon flushed, Yoongi’s words sending a jolt of electricity through his veins. Yoongi’s tone… It made Namjoon had a million and one incredibly inappropriate fantasies about being a stay-at-home house husband, and he wasn’t sure how he was supposed to feel about that, especially since they were in public.
“Hyung, you’ve been flirting with Namjoon-hyung without me this whole time?” Jungkook glanced between them with wide eyes and a faux-wounded expression that was swiftly replaced with a smirk. “Looks like I have a lot to catch up on, then, come on, Joon-hyung, let’s get to your guest house so I can,” he brushed his blond blond hair out of his eyes where some strands had fallen. “Greet you two properly.”
Maybe having them both come visit him at the end of his stay was a bad idea, because Yoongi and Jungkook combined were clearly a recipe for Namjoon having a heart attack at the tender age of 25. He was too young to have a heart attack, damn it, especially before he got to show them the penguins!
Namjoon sighed. Ah, the penguins. His hands clenched around one of Yoongi’s bags as he hoisted them into the boot of the Uber, the sounds of Yoongi and Jungkook chattering to one another bringing him a small sense of peace. He was going to miss the penguins, but Namjoon knew there was a more-than-capable team ready to pick up after he left and that back home, there was a paper to be written and more than enough birds for him to study and promote the protection of. Still, it always hurt having to leave a research post.
Namjoon found himself sandwiched between Yoongi and Jungkook in the back seat of the car and allowed himself to be lulled by the cadence of their voices chatting in English with the driver, and the firm feeling of their thighs pressed against his, Jungkook leaning over every once in a while to poke at Namjoon’s dimples with a soft giggle. Every time he did that, Namjoon would turn his head to kiss at the tips of his fingers, causing Jungkook’s nose to scrunch and god, even in that small car in a foreign country, with Yoongi and Jungkook around him Namjoon just felt like home.
Eventually, next to him Yoongi fell asleep, head resting gently on Namjoon’s shoulder, and Namjoon turned to Jungkook with a smile, bubbles of happiness making their way up his chest at Jungkook’s wide, joy-filled eyes at the lush mountain forest they were driving through.
“This is the way to the ocean?” Jungkook asked excitedly.
Namjoon paused. “Well. Yes. The ocean and mountains coexist here, it’s insane, really.”
“It’s the perfect place for us,” Jungkook hummed. “Ocean for me, forest for you, and–” Jungkook giggled at the sight of a collared cat walking on the side of the road, disappearing between the trees – “Cats for Yoongi-hyung.”
A grumbling noise escaped Yoongi’s chest as he cracked an eye open. “Yah! I’m not a cat.”
His voice was rough from sleep, and Namjoon brought up a hand to smooth his hair down. Yoongi leaned into the touch.
Namjoon suppressed a snicker. “Sure you aren’t, Hyung.”
Jungkook had no such qualms, his laugh streaming out of the open windows, into the summer air, like bells – clear and loud and everything Namjoon loved in the world in a single note. Beside him, Yoongi reached over Namjoon to slap at Jungkook’s thigh lightly. Jungkook pouted.
“Now Hyung,” he eased Yoongi’s hand off of his thigh. “Shouldn’t you save that for home?”
Yoongi pursed his lips, his eyes turning into slits. “Jeon Jungkook, when I get a hold of you–”
“You’re going to have to catch me first, Hyung,” Jungkook kissed the air in Yoongi’s direction.
Namjoon rolled his eyes at their playful bickering, knowing that they were both too fond of each other to ever sharpen their words, the sheer joy of being together tinting their every syllable. Yoongi and Jungkook’s relationship was adorable – mutual adoration mixed with the occasional bickering spree, they fit together like kimchi and rice, and even though he’d never admit it, it was a bond that Namjoon sometimes found himself envying if he didn’t catch himself in time. It was just – Yoongi and Jungkook were able to be alone together in a way that Namjoon struggled to. He knew – from Yoongi’s multiple assurances and Jungkook’s soothing murmurs – that he was the perfect compliment to both of them, but that didn’t mean that Namjoon didn’t sometimes feel out of place. It was a good thing that Yoongi and Jungkook were the kind of people who Namjoon knew would tell him if he was ever not wanted and who Namjoon trusted enough to ask for reassurance from in the first place.
By the time he and his boyfriends arrived at the guesthouse Namjoon had been staying at, both Yoongi and Jungkook had whipped out their cameras and were taking pictures of the breath-taking scenery. Namjoon’s guesthouse was just off the edge of the beach – not too close, he made sure, to the natural habitat of the penguins, because he of all people knew how much humans encroaching on their space affected penguin populations, but close enough that he got to enjoy the sea breeze and walk to where the penguins were every day, as well as sunbathing in the sand when the work day was done and the days were long.
“Wow,” Jungkook whistled. “A beach view? Hyung, you’re really living it up here, damn.”
Namjoon smiled and shook his head, fondly carrying some bags into the front door, which he opened with a key. “Home sweet home – I promise, once you take a nap on the beach, you’re never going to want to leave.”
“I can imagine,” Yoongi murmured, filtering after him, eyes bouncing off of each and every ornament.
Namjoon’s guest house was one owned by an elderly lady who lived in one of the neighbouring houses – she’d bought it at the turn of the millennium and frequently popped in to make sure Namjoon was eating right. Her kind enquiries into his health reminded Namjoon so much of the aunties back in Korea that he found himself smiling, shaking his head – aunties would be aunties, regardless of language or culture, it seemed. He was glad though, because even if Namjoon was a grown man who was more than capable of feeding himself, it was nice to have company, even if just conversation over a cup of tea and the homemade berry jam she brought over sometimes. Namjoon had grown terribly fond of jam. Jam and white bread – he didn’t know how he’d gone so long without a meal that was essentially glorified dessert in his repertoire, but he made a mental note to start buying jam when he got back home.
“You two should get settled,” Namjoon said once they’d deposited all their bags in the guest bedroom. “You’ve been travelling – go get comfortable and I’ll get snacks.”
At Namjoon’s words, Jungkook grinned devilishly, shrugging off the jacket draped over his shoulders and placing it on a chair. From where he was placing his things on the dresser, Yoongi glanced at them– Namjoon like a rabbit in headlights and Jungkook stalking slowly towards him– and snorted, shaking his head before turning to face them and crossing his arms, a similar smirk twitching on his lips.
“Oh, Namjoon-hyung,” Jungkook brought his hands to Namjoon’s waist and Namjoon momentarily regretted his choice of thin t-shirt because he swore he could feel Jungkook’s fingerprints burning into the sides of his body as he pulled him in closer. “Don’t you have something for me before you go?”
Namjoon blinked, a warbled huh escaping his throat. At his panicked glance, Yoongi chuckled and eased towards them. “I think Kook-ah wants a kiss, Joonie,” Yoongi whispered in his ear, placing a gentle peck on his neck. “It’s been a while since he’s had your pretty lips, hasn’t it?”
Namjoon wished that Yoongi and Jungkook didn’t have such an effect on him after being together for so long, but no one could deny the full-body shudder that wracked his being as his boyfriends closed in on him, Jungkook’s doe eyes hooded as he drew closer to Namjoon’s face, Yoongi’s breath on the side of his neck. Namjoon huffed out a breath, swallowing. God, he needed to be making snacks, but somehow–
“You can be our snack, Joon-hyung,” Jungkook giggled.
Namjoon’s eyes popped open from where they were fluttering and he looked at Jungkook in alarm. “Did I say that out loud?”
Jungkook shook his head. “No idea what you’re talking about– you have been talking about snacks since I landed, and while I appreciate the sheer domestic energy,” his grip tightened on Namjoon’s hip and pressed himself flush against Namjoon’s chest. “I’m not exactly hungry for anything that isn’t my hyungs.”
In unison, Namjoon and Yoongi groaned at the younger’s words, Yoongi pulling away and chuckling.
“Why are you so greasy today, Kook-ah,” Yoongi petted his golden head. “Is it the hair? Is that it? Has blond hair made you a guy with pickup lines cheesier than Jin-hyung’s pizza?”
Jungkook pouted, nipping at Yoongi’s finger. “I have missed my boyfriends, thank you very much, and I’d like to show them how much I’ve missed them! Is that a crime?”
“Nope,” Namjoon pecked his lips. “But standing around in the clothes you’ve spent the past twelve hours in might be,” he patted Jungkook’s *** softly. “Come on, Kook-ah, I know you must be feeling gross– you and Hyung shower and I promise you can eat me later?”
“And me?” Yoongi brought his hands to his chest in mock offence. “Who am I going to eat?”
Namjoon shot him a wink. “You can eat me too, Yoongi-hyung, now go,” he wiggled out of their grasp. “Have a wash.”
Both Yoongi and Jungkook levelled a stare at him, before Yoongi deadpanned. “I expect you to be ***** and waiting on the couch when we’re done, Joon– Kook and I deserve to see those muscles of yours in HD, thanks.” before sauntering off to the bathroom, Jungkook following him with a wink in Namjoon’s direction.
Just before the door closed behind them, Namjoon called out, “No reunion sex without me, thanks!” and was met with loud guffaws from both of his boyfriends, his eyes morphing into crescents as he made his way to the kitchen.
~
A genuine pout twisted on Jungkook’s when he emerged from the bedroom, freshly showered with Yoongi at his heels, and spotted Namjoon lounging on a kitchen stool, decidedly not naked. He wasn’t sure why he expected Namjoon to do what Yoongi said anyway, but considering how obedient they both were for their hyung, it did seem like a genuine possibility. Besides, Namjoon was the kind of sexy that would have made Jungkook cry if he didn’t get to tough him whenever, and even with explicit permission to run his hands all over Namjoon’s tanned skin, Jungkook still kind of wanted to cry. Especially because it had been four long months since he got to– Jungkook was aware this made him sound like an animal and he swore he wasn’t deranged or reading too many werewolf novels– gnaw on those biceps of his boyfriend’s and goddamn, they’d somehow gotten meatier. At some point, he and Yoongi would have to pin Namjoon down and explore those golden planes of skin. Jungkook was hoping it would be right then and there, but–
A laugh jolted him out of his thoughts, Namjoon’s arms crossing in a way that made his shirt stretch even more across his muscled arms.
“You look far too disappointed at the prospect of food, baby,” a nod towards the plate on the counter in front of him, little rolls of kimbap perfectly sliced up along with some kimchi (did Namjoon make his own kimchi?) and… Were those jam sandwiches? Jungkook waked forwards for closer inspection and yup– Namjoon had also prepared jam sandwiches. Odd, but as if Jungkook would ever say no to food.
“I thought I explicitly requested to feast on my boyfriend, not rice,” Yoongi grumbled from beside Jungkook, tapping where his shorts met the bottom of his shirt before overtaking Jungkook en route to Namjoon.
Jungkook watched, teeth sinking into his lip, as Namjoon fondly shook his head and wrapped his arms around Yoongi’s waist, bringing him in for a long kiss, his fingers slipping down to knead at Yoongi’s lower back– an action that Jungkook could practically feel Yoongi’s breath hitching at.
Jungkook let out a whine at the sight. “What about me?”
His words propelled him towards the other men, nestling himself in the enclave their bodies made when they pulled apart, the three of them forming a neat little triangle of breath and sweat and person. Jungkook breathed in deeply, letting his hyungs fill his lungs.
Immediately, Namjoon and Yoongi’s hands were on him, tugging him gently closer before Namjoon grinned, lips inches away from his mouth.
“You want a kiss, love?”
Jungkook nodded, chest rising at the promise of a kiss and Yoongi’s lips pressing wetly against his neck. Namjoon took his lips gently at first, puffy lips pressing feather-light against Jungkook’s own before Jungkook’s strangled moan spurred him on, Namjoon’s teeth poking out to nip at Jungkook’s mouth, his tongue brushing over the wound as Jungkook gasped a little. God, it was just–
Look, Jungkook hadn’t been around his super hot boyfriends in four months. He’d had only video calls and sexting and phone sex and his hand and a dildo and a fleshlight that maybe Yoongi and Namjoon didn’t yet know he’d owned. Sue him if he was getting a little carried away.
Namjoon pulled back with a snicker and Jungkook whined at the loss of contact from both Yoongi’s mouth and his.
“Kook’s getting a little worked up, isn’t he?” The smile in Yoongi’s voice was audible.
Namjoon shot a dangerous look to where Yoongi was standing at Jungkook’s shoulder. And pointedly glanced down. “I don’t think Kook’s the only one getting worked up, Hyung.”
Jungkook, much to his delight, realised that Yoongi was very, very hard against his thigh and very, very not pleased with that matter. If Jungkook moved his leg a little to hear Yoongi wince, then well, who could blame him?
“You said no reunion sex without you, Joon-ah,” Yoongi’s fingers sunk into one of Namjoon’s clothed thighs. “And Jungkook and I kept our end of the bargain. You, however,” Namjoon’s eyes glazed over as Yoongi squeezed dangerously close to his cock. “Seem to be wearing clothes. I don’t think that’s fair, do you, Kook-ah?”
Jungkook shook his head violently, his own fingers finding their way into Namjoon’s shirt and tugging a little at the flimsy fabric, wanting it off like yesterday. “Not at all, Hyung– if we were good, it’s only fair that Joon-hyung is good too.”
“I was making food,” Namjoon groaned, his bare feet curling and uncurling against the bar of the stool. “You can’t– jesus.”
His words were interrupted by Jungkook’s hand finding purchase under his shirt, bringing it up, up, exposing so much more of that beautiful tan Namjoon seemed to have gotten spending so much time in the summer sun. The best thing about Jungkook’s boyfriends– aside from the fact that they were Yoongi and Namjoon– was that they both loved physical skin-on-skin contact just as much as Jungkook did, which meant that Jungkook got all the touches he wanted, plus more. He grinned.
“We can eat later, Namjoon-hyung. We can have a picnic,” Jungkook leaned closer to nip at Namjoon’s parted lips. “Now–”
“Now I want to **** you,” Yoongi finished for him and Namjoon, bless his soul, actually whimpered, much to Jungkook’s delight. Looked like Jungkook wasn’t the only one driven mad by their separation. Or, maybe Yoongi was just Yoongi and Yoongi was, quite simply, irresistible.
Namjoon nodded and like magic, Jungkook’s hands moved to slip his shirt over his shoulders, letting his fingers glide against his skin and relishing in the shiver that it provoked. Yoongi, for his part, squeezed Namjoon through his jean shorts and began working at the buttons, and Namjoon let out a gasp. Jungkook brought his eyes back to his boyfriend. His lip was bitten red, Jungkook wasn’t sure by Namjoon himself or by Jungkook, and eyes dangerously close to rolling back. Jungkook loved seeing his calm, composed Namjoon-hyung a wreck like this– for him and Yoongi, no one else. It was the greatest privilege in the world.
“Baby,” Yoongi muttered, tugging at the open ends of Namjoon’s jeans. Immediately, Namjoon’s hips lifted off the stool and the three all but stumbled towards the couch where Namjoon had promised to be waiting.
Namjoon’s muscles were– Jungkook was used to looking at skin skin skin, obviously, and he was used to looking at muscles, because he owned a mirror, but Namjoon was another beast entirely. He’d gotten so big– big and beefy and Jungkook kind of definitely wanted to be hauled and tossed around like a potato sack by him. He also wanted to see Yoongi be hauled and tossed around like a potato sack. As he scuttled to join his boyfriends where they’d settled on the couch, Jungkook added that to his mental list of sex acts he needed to commit before they left South Africa, because Jungkook needed to be turned into a potato sack like he needed air. Probably more. He glanced down at his straining ****. Okay, definitely more.
“****,” Namjoon gasped as Yoongi peeled off his underwear and slapped at his thigh. “Hyung, ****, please.”
From where he’d settled himself, Yoongi glanced up at Jungkook. “You joining us, baby? Or are you just going to let Hyung have his fun with Joonie?”
Jungkook shook his head. “Nope, coming now.”
Jungkook’s mouth watered at the sight of Namjoon’s leaking cock. He shifted uncomfortably, painfully aware of his own hardness straining against his trousers. Jungkook’s eyes zeroed in on Yoongi mouthing over the head of Namjoon’s ****, and hissed, needing his pants off immediately. Namjoon’s hand shot out to Jungkook’s thigh.
“Hyung?” Jungkook’s voice was rough as he looked down at the way Namjoon’s finger’s gripped at his pants, tugging.
“Want–” Namjoon gasped at the sensation of Yoongi taking him into his mouth. “Jungkook, want you, want both of you, want to see you.”
Jungkook covered Namjoon’s hand with his own and nodded, a little mischievous as he pressed Namjoon’s hand down with his own, drawing his trousers with it, his cock springing free as the cotton caught on it for a moment before slipping off his legs. Namjoon groaned.
“Hyung,” Jungkook leaned down to whisper in Yoongi’s ear where his head was pressed against Namjoon’s thigh. Yoongi’s mouth made a popping sound as he looked up at Jungkook. Seeing Jungkook’s length, Yoongi lurched forward to take him into his mouth, but Jungkook placed a hand on his shoulder. “Speaking of fairness… How come you’re the only one wearing clothes, hm?”
Yoongi blinked up at him, lips rounded in a rosy pout, and Jungkook shifted, feeling himself grow harder. Why did Yoongi have to look like that? Why was he so good at making Jungkook’s **** leak? It wasn’t fair!
“I’m the hyung,” Yoongi said simply, but upon Namjoon and Jungkook’s identical looks of oh come on now, he smiled and shook his head, tongue wetting his lips before rising up off the couch to loosen the button of his jeans and slipping them down his legs.
Namjoon’s hand found Jungkook’s thigh again. “Kook-ah,” he gasped. “Why does he look like that?”
Jungkook nodded, as if entranced, eyes glazing over a little as Yoongi kicked off his trousers and slipped his shirt over his head, pearly expanses of skin dotted with pink splotches making him gulp. Fucking hell– if Namjoon was the sun, Yoongi was the moon, and Jungkook wanted to swim in their celestial bodies for the rest of his life as cheesy as that sounded.
Yoongi shot them a triumphant look, settling his thighs over Namjoon’s and grinning. “That better?”
Jungkook simply nodded, inhaling, before he realised that his boyfriends were on a couch and began calculating how the heck he’d get in on the Namjoon and Yoongi action, because he hadn’t seen his boyfriends in months and he wanted to get his hands on him.
“Kook-ah,” Namjoon rasped, his voice getting high pitched as Yoongi lowered his mouth onto him. “Please can you– **** me.”
Jungkook blinked. “How–?”
Namjoon was on his back on the couch. Jungkook wasn’t sure how his boyfriend expected him to **** him with his *** facing a couch cushion, but he supposed he could make it happen–
“No, I mean,” Namjoon babbled, Yoongi’s cheeks hollowing around him with a wet sound. “My face, please, want your cock, Kook-ah. Please.”
Jungkook’s breath caught in his throat at Namjoon’s desperate punctuation of the word, voice dangerously on the edge of begging and Jungkook kind of wanted to just stand there, palming himself, to hear Namjoon beg to be stuffed with his cock some more, but it had been so long.
He eyed the set up for a moment before deciding, you know what, **** it– the physics of it should work. Jungkook mimicked Yoongi’s earlier movements, settling his thighs over the broad expanse of Namjoon’s chest, feeling his balls bump against the skin and hissing. Namjoon let out a long keening sound, and made a dive for Jungkook with his mouth, but Jungkook was settled too far away for Namjoon to press his lips to his ****.
“You know, Hyung,” he gasped, moving his hips in small circles. “I could come just like this, just fucking against you.”
Below him, Namjoon and Yoongi let out identical moans, a soft shout tearing from Namjoon’s lips at the vibrations of Yoongi’s throat.
“No, Jungkook-ah,” Namjoon whined. “Please. Let Hyung have your cock, it’s been so long.”
Jungkook couldn’t help but grin. He was 100% correct– Namjoon begging for him was worth any form of wait. He scooted himself forward, leveraging his palms on the arm of the couch Namjoon’s head was resting against and thanked every deity in the universe for his upper-arm strength because he could tell he’d need it with the way Namjoon immediately swallowed around him. Jungkook hissed.
Namjoon moaned around him, lips soft and pink around Jungkook’s length as he lowered himself, feeling his boyfriend’s throat stretch, and stretch, until his nose nestled against Jungkook’s pelvis, a delicious hum vibrating against his sensitive skin.
For a while, Jungkook sat there just like that, letting Namjoon’s strangled whines and muffled groans do the work around him, the other man trying valiantly with Yoongi’s mouth swallowing him to suck at Jungkook’s cock. Namjoon tapped the side of Jungkook’s thigh, and Jungkook looked down, a demand written clear in Namjoon’s teary eyes– move or I’ll make you. Jungkook had to stop himself from immediately fucking forward into Namjoon’s mouth at the sight. Teary eyes and pink lips and flushed cheeks stuffed full– if there was one sight he could tattoo on his eyelids forever, it would be his two boyfriends like this for him, although he did admit that he’d probably never get any work done if that happened.
Namjoon had an impressive gag reflex, barely even flinching at the way Jungkook’s cock hit the back of his throat, in and out and in again, eyes shut as tears streamed from them, fingernails forming little crescents in the meat of Jungkook’s thighs. He wondered if Namjoon was enjoying the stretch– his boyfriend always had a thing for a little bit of a sting, they all did.
Around him, Namjoon gasped again, his lips tightening on his boyfriends length as– Jungkook assumed– Yoongi did something particularly delightful to his own. Yoongi groaned. Jungkook looked down, eyes fixed on the way Namjoon’s eyelashes kissed at his bronzed cheeks, still wet with tears.
Namjoon’s tears were too much for Jungkook already, but the feeling of Namjoon shouting and tensing as he came down Yoongi’s throat was the nail in his coffin, his body tensing as come streamed out of him, leaking out of Namjoon’s mouth for a moment before he swallowed desperately around Jungkook. Jungkook trembled, the feeling of Namjoon’s mouth still suckling come out of his over-sensitive cock eliciting a wince from his mouth, Namjoon whining a little as Jungkook began pushing himself up to swing his legs off, the slide of Namjoon’s wet mouth making it all the more painful.
Jungkook settled himself onto shaky feet. He glanced down at Yoongi who, lips parted and rutting into his own hand, shook as he came, head resting against one of Namjoon’s thighs, their skin contrasting so beautifully that Jungkook wished he could snap a picture and burn it into his brain.
Jungkook swallowed, wondering if it was too soon to get hard again.
Yoongi grinned up at him. “How was that for reunion sex?”
“I need to go away more often,” Namjoon groaned tilting his head to the side to look at where Jungkook had settled himself on the coffee table. “Maybe next time I can get you two to spitroast me.”
Jungkook snickered, a little breathless. “You don’t have to leave for us to **** you, Hyung, we’d do it anytime.”
“Getting cock upon request is the dream,” Yoongi sighed, eyeing Jungkook as well. “Speaking of– I hope at least one of you will be fucking me before our stay is over,” he pouted, lifting himself up to look at Namjoon again. “Ideally, both of you.”
“Course, Hyung,” Namjoon murmured, a hand coming to Yoongi’s hair and eyes moving to Jungkook where – shock and horror– the younger’s stomach had started growling. “Now, can you two please eat? I can hear Jungkook’s stomach screaming from here?”
~
After an early dinner, Namjoon and his boyfriends ventured out to the beach, grateful for the late afternoon sun. Since it was getting late, many of the crowds on the beach dispersed, leaving just them and the penguins, Jungkook giggling in delight as a couple waddled up to Namjoon in greeting.
“They’re usually pretty wary around people,” Namjoon smiled, nodding at the penguin at his feet. “But I’ve been with these guys long enough that I don’t actually think they see me as a threat.”
Yoongi hummed bending down to get a good look at the black and white markings on their feathers. “Probably recognise you as one of their own,” he nodded sagely. “My little penguin.”
“You saying that after you’ve just had my **** down your throat concerns me,” Namjoon blushed and nodded towards the shoreline. “Besides, Kook’s probably the one they recognise as their own.”
Jungkook had ventured into the water, an incredible feat judging how cold it typically was, and found himself being approached by several little jackasses, probably barely out of adolescence. Jungkook, for his part, stilled in the water, unsure as to what to do– the penguins were still wild animals, and as Namjoon’s partner, Jungkook was all too aware the damage a well-meaning tourist could wreak on wildlife populations.
The feeling of a bare calf against his own made Namjoon look down, and his eyes widened again.
Look, Namjoon knew that he’d just seen Yoongi *****, but that didn’t mean that he didn’t gawk when, post-sex haze, Yoongi wandered out of the bathroom in swim shorts sans his characteristic leggings. Yoongi always wore leggings. Namjoon and Jungkook, in unison, had gasped at the sight, drawing a smug smirk from Yoongi.
“What?” he’d asked, running a hand up his calf. “Can’t a guy try and catch a tan?”
“Only if I can sunscreen your legs, Hyung,” Jungkook said, a little breathless– exactly the way Namjoon felt, except he wasn’t sure if he could actually manage words.
The sight of the black shorts kissing the tops of Yoongi’s thighs had Namjoon’s chest tightening and as he looked down at them again, that familiar light-headed feeling returned. He glanced at Jungkook in the water. Namjoon wasn’t sure he wanted to wait for Jungkook to come back out so they could smear sunscreen all over Yoongi’s legs. He would have been concerned about being indecent in front of the penguins, but Namjoon had literally seen all of the mating pairs mate, so he was sure they wouldn’t mind him getting a teensy bit frisky with Yoongi’s legs.
“You’re staring again, Joon-ah,” Yoongi muffled a laugh and swatted at Namjoon’s behind with a rolled up towel before sauntering off closer to the water to watch Jungkook, a teasing look thrown over his shoulder.
Namjoon was rooted to the spot, staring after Yoongi, before a delighted laugh tore from Jungkook’s throat, jolting him out of his reverie and spurring him towards Yoongi, bare feet sinking into the sand.
He almost sighed as he sat down on the towel Yoongi had laid out for them. For a first holiday together, Namjoon thought this was pretty damn idyllic, thank you very much.