Jungkook could only stare at his hyungs. They kissed rapturously, hungry, as if each other's mouth was giving the kiss of life. He could feel his chest beginning to rise and fall, breath getting shallow with every second as he watched them, lips wet and messy against each other on the bed.

Jimin opened his eyes and turned away from Taehyung, cocking his head at his donsang.

"Ever had someone kiss you like that, Jungkookie?" he teased, referencing how he and Taehyung were splayed out of the bed.

But Jungkook's mouth had gone dry. He gulped, trying to work up the courage to speak, but it seemed he had lost the ability. "No… not like that," he replied quietly.

Jimin smirked, turning back to Taehyung for a quick peck, as Jungkook shifted uncomfortably where he sat in the computer chair. He was trying not to think about how his cock was filling out against his thigh, wishing that he hadn't worn such tight trousers. But he couldn't take his eyes off the growing bulge in Taehyung's sweats as he attached himself to Jimin's neck, kissing and nipping at the soft skin. Jimin's hand rubbed Taehyung's nape as his eyes flitted back to Jungkook, biting down on his lip, making Jungkook feel lightheaded with lust.

What had started out as an innocent gaming session in Jimin's room, quickly moved onto playfighting, which ended up with Taehyung on top of Jimin, growling into his ear, the two beginning to hump each other. Jungkook got the impression that this wasn't a first-time occasion.

"Show him, Tae," Jimin said, without taking his eyes off Jungkook.

Taehyung immediately stopped kissing Jimin's neck and sat up on his heels. Jungkook bristled as his eyes met Taehyung's, which were heavy-lidded and drowsy, likely drunk on Jimin's demeanour.

But Jungkook couldn't move, so it wasn't until Jimin reached out his hand to Jungkook, taking his palm in his, pulling him towards the bed, that Jungkook actually stood up. His legs threatened to give out from underneath him as Taehyung pushed him down on the bed and straddled him.

Jungkook closed his eyes as Taehyung's lips lingered over his, arching his neck slightly to fit the curve of his mouth against his hyungs.

He heard Jimin give a breathy chuckle. "The maknae wants you, Tae," he said.

Jungkook had kissed people before, but this was unlike anything else he'd ever experience. He was breathless in seconds, as if Taehyung was sucking the life out of him. He understood Taehyung's intoxication, finding himself aching to arch up into his hyung, searching for more. Jimin attached himself to Jungkook's neck, pressing his plump, soft lips to the sensitive skin at the curve of his jaw.

"Feels good, right?" Jimin asked, his breath hot in Jungkook's ear.

Jungkook could only let a moan escape his lips into Taehyung's mouth.

"Ever been with a guy before?" Jimin asked.

Taehyung eased off Jungkook for a split second to let him answer.

"No," Jungkook replied, his voice raspy.

"So, I guess you've never fooled around with a guy before either?"

Jungkook couldn't reply, as Taehyung was biting down on Jungkook's bottom lip, earning a throaty moan in response.

The truth was, Jungkook had fooled around with his high school sweetheart, and even lost their virginities to each other, but he'd felt nothing like this before. The electricity that was crackling between the three of them was making Jungkook on the verge of passing out.

"Can I touch you, Jungkookie?" Jimin asked, biting down on the shell of Jungkook's ear.

"Uh-huh," was all that Jungkook could moan out between kisses.

Jimin snaked his hand down between Taehyung and Jungkook, cupping the painfully hard bulge in Jungkook's trousers. He arched into Jimin's touch, driving the back of his hand into Taehyung's crotch, who bared down his hips in response, giving a growl into Jungkook's mouth. Jungkook moaned loudly as it pressed Jimin's palm harder against his cock.

"Does that feel good?" Jimin asked.

Jungkook let out a small whimper as Jimin started to palm him.

"You gonna come in your pants, Jungkookie?" Taehyung teased, his mouth curving up into a sly smile as he rutted against Jimin's hand. "Jimin-ssi gonna make you come?"

Jungkook's back arched off the bed, a deep whimper rolling from his chest, fisting the bedsheets. Jimin attached his mouth to Jungkook's sliding his tongue into the younger's mouth, making him groan, kissing passionately whilst Jimin rubbed his hand against Jungkook's cock. Taehyung began kissing Jungkook's neck, running his tongue over the younger's jugular. Jungkook was so dizzy with pleasure he thought he might ascend to heaven.

"We should stop," Jimin said after a while, taking his hand out from between them. "We don't want this to be over too soon."

Taehyung ignored Jimin, grinding his hips down on Jungkook's crotch. The feeling of their sheathed cocks sliding together made Jungkook moan loudly, burying his face in Taehyung's neck, wrapping his legs around his waist, and pulling him down by the shoulders. Jungkook panted as he humped on Taehyung, the elder loving the reaction from his donsang, spurring him on by grinding down harder, humping back, fucking each other through their clothes.

"Taehyung, let him go," Jimin said through a smile. "Just edge him."

"Are you gonna come?" Taehyung asked Jungkook.

"I'm close," Jungkook stuttered out, dragging his hips.

"We should stop then," Taehyung agreed, sitting back on his heels.

Jungkook cried out at the loss of contact, laying flat on the bed, chest heaving.

Jimin reached over and brushed Jungkook's hair from his face. "Did you enjoy that Jungkookie?"

Jungkook looked up into Jimin's eyes and whimpered with a nod.

"Do you want to watch us?" he asked, sweetly. "We can show you how to do it."

Jungkook wasn't sure what it was specifically, but he was pretty sure they were going to make each other come somehow, and considering the way Jimin and Taehyung had just made him feel, he definitely wanted in on that.

Jungkook nodded, getting up from the bed and going to sit down on the computer chair again, rubbing the heel of his palm over his hard crotch. He watched as Jimin and Taehyung hurriedly undressed until they were both naked on the bed. Jungkook had seen them both naked before, but it was now in an entirely different light.

"You can touch yourself, Jungkookie," Jimin told him as he bent over in front of Taehyung. "It's okay."

Jungkook felt his cheeks blush as he fully cupped his cock through his trousers, relaxing into his hand, sighing at the relief. Taehyung reached over to the drawer in the bedside table and took out a bottle of lube. His hand disappeared behind Jimin, whose face contorted in pleasure, eyelids fluttered closed. Jungkook could only imagine where Taehyung's fingers were and for a few minutes, he watched Jimin's mouth as Taehyung fingered him.

"Sometimes Taehyungie uses his mouth on me," Jimin told Jungkook, the corners of his mouth dragging up into a slight smile. "Not just on my cock."

Jungkook felt his body flush hot all over as Taehyung took his fingers out, slicking them with lube and inserting them again, pressing down hard into Jimin's hole, making him groan deeply.

"He's found my sweet spot, Jungkookie," Jimin said breathlessly, his voice trilling.

Jungkook couldn't help but let out another whimper, rubbing his hand faster.

Jimin locked eyes with him again. "Touch yourself for me, Jungkookie," he commanded.

Jungkook's fingers fumbled with the button on his jeans, tugging down the zip and delving his hand into his boxers, bucking up into his own hand as he gripped his shaft. His head rolled back onto the headrest of the chair as he sunk down, hips falling open wider so that he could take more of himself in his hand.

"You have a pretty cock, Jungkookie," Jimin said, as Taehyung lined his cock up at Jimin's entrance. "Taehyungie, please tell Jungkookie he has a pretty cock."

Taehyung looked up, locking eyes with Jungkook who moaned out at his expression. "You have a pretty cock, Jungkookie," he said, as he thrust into Jimin without warning.

Jimin let out a guttural moan of delight as Taehyung took him deep, working his hips back at forth, slowly at first, then quicker. Jungkook watched them, jackhammering his hand up and down his shaft. He couldn't believe he was watching his best friends fucking, and he couldn't believe he was getting off on it, his orgasm rising as he watched Jimin's cock bounce against his stomach as Taehyung fucked him roughly. The sound of Jimin's moans matching the tone of Jungkook's breathless pants as he fucked himself with his hand harder and faster.

"Are you gonna come, Jungkookie?" Jimin asked. "Do you like watching Taehyungie fuck me hard and fast? Do you wanna get fucked by Taehyungie?"

Jungkook's mouth hung open, eyes screwed up in delight as he neared the edge.

"I asked you a question, baby."

"Yes, Jimin-ssi," Jungkook panted, almost holding his breath the way the pleasure was about to take over him.

"Do you want hyung to fuck you?"

"Yes," Jungkook moaned, his toes beginning to curl. "Yes, I want hyung to fuck me."

"Say please."

"Please, hyung," Jungkook moaned, feeling his chest swoop. "Please hyung, fuck me, fuck me, fuck –," he stuttered, shuddering as his orgasm crashed around him, spurting reams of come into the air as back curled in delight, gripping the arm of the chair with his free hand. He worked his hand through his orgasm, coming down from his high, making sure he was finished before his hand stilled and the familiar warm feeling washed over him.

Jungkook, eyes closed, slumped flush against the chair, let out a pant he didn't know he'd been holding. He opened his eyes and looked over to Jimin, whose hand was now around his own cock, pumping quickly.

"Fuck, Jungkookie," he said, his eyes lidded with lust. "Fuck, you look so good when you come," he panted, his top lip curling as came hard and fast, shooting his load onto the duvet below him. Jimin hung his head, tensed, milking himself dry as Taehyung fucked him through it.

Jungkook smiled, happy that he had pleased his hyung enough to make him come.

"Are you going to come, Taehyung?" he asked, his voice no longer meek.

Taehyung looked up at Jungkook and smiled. Jimin raised his head. "Taehyungie can go all night, baby," he said, breathless.

Jungkook bit his lip.

Just then, the door to the bedroom opened. Jungkook jumped, stuffing his cock back into his jeans but Jimin and Taehyung didn't move. Hobi slipped through the door and closed it behind him, walking into the room. As his eyes fell to Jungkook, he looked somewhat shocked but seemed totally unbothered by the sight of Jimin and Taehyung fucking.

"I thought I heard something," he said to Jimin and Taehyung. "You've got Jungkook in on the game too?" he asked, laying a hand on Jungkook's shoulder.

"It's about time," Taehyung replied, looking from Hobi to Jungkook and licking his lips.

"You know about this?" Jungkook asked Hobi.

Hobi smirked, gripping Jungkook's shoulder tighter. "Who do you think taught them?" he half-asked, cocking an eyebrow.

Jungkook felt his cheeks flush.

"Have they taken care of you yet?" Hobi asked him, turning the back of the chair around so Jungkook could look at him.

"I took care of myself," Jungkook replied, gesturing to the come on his t-shirt.

Hobi tsk-ed and pulled Jungkook's t-shirt off. "Where's the fun in that?" he said, pulling Jungkook to a standing position to push his jeans down around his ankles.

"Taehyungie was going to fuck him, hyung," Jimin said, still on all fours, Taehyung still slowly fucking through his refraction.

"Taehyungie is going to have to get in line," Hobi teased, kneeling down in front of Jungkook and taking his cock in his mouth.

Jungkook groaned loudly at Hobi's words and the way that Hobi was working his mouth quickly over his shaft. He soon began to fill out again in Hobi's mouth, his fingers tangled in his hyung's hair as the elder's tongue made swift work around Jungkook's head.

"On the bed, baby boy," Hobi said, rising to stand in front of Jungkook, pulling his t-shirt off and pushing down his boxers and shorts. "Hyung is gonna teach you now."

Jungkook stepped out of his trousers and pounced on Hobi, kissing him with as much fervour as Taehyung had kissed him, aching for every inch of Hobi he could get.

"You want hyung?" Hobi asked between kisses, a smile tugging at his lips, as the two of them fell on the bed next to Jimin and Taehyung.

"Yes, yes, yes, yes," Jungkook panted as he pressed his crotch eagerly into Hobi's. "Yes, hyung. I want you. Fuck –," he said, breathless, teeth biting at Hobi's neck.

"Can I fuck you?" Hobi asked, palming Jungkook's ass cheek.

"Yes," hissed Jungkook, bucking quicker.

Hobi's hand delved into Jungkook's crack, slowly inching nearer to his rim.

"I'm going to get you ready for me now, Jungkook-ah," said Hobi, waiting patiently.

Jungkook opened up, and Hobi pushed in a finger. Jungkook's head rolled back, understanding now why Jimin came so undone at Taehyung's fingers. He looked over to his hyungs who had changed position whilst Jungkook and Hobi had been busy. Jimin had put a pillow under his ass, Taehyung leaning over him, still fucking him slowly, Jimin's now hard cock bouncing between them.

"God, you're so tight, Jungkook-ah," Hobi groaned into the dongsang's neck. "I won't last if you're this tight."

"Wanna make hyung come," Jungkook replied, taking Hobi's cock in his hands and beginning to pump.

"I'm gonna make you ready to take hyung. I'm gonna put another finger in, okay?"

Jungkook nodded and Hobi inserted a second finger, making Jungkook hiss at the sensation. Hobi stopped and watched Jungkook, lowering his head and pressing a sweet kiss to the younger's lips to relax him, resting their foreheads together. Jungkook began to breathe evenly, deeply, and Hobi increased his pace.

"Are you ready for me?" Hobi asked between kisses.

"Yes," said Jungkook, aching for more.

Jungkook got up on all fours and waited patiently as Hobi positioned himself behind him. Jimin angled himself so that his head was directly underneath Jungkook's, tugging down on his nape to bring him into an upside-down kiss. Bending lower for his hyung, Hobi slowly pushed his cock into Jungkook, whose hand flew to Hobi's thigh, gripping so tightly he was sure he would leave marks.

Hobi stopped and ran his hands through Jungkook's hair. "Let me know when you want more, baby."

Jungkook broke his kiss with Jimin, panting against his lips.

"More," Jungkook said after a few seconds.

Hobi did as he was told and pushed in further. Jungkook's pain slid into pleasure as he relaxed around Hobi's cock.

"You should see his face," Jimin cooed out. "I'm so glad we get to be here for his first fuck."

Jungkook shut him up by kissing him again. Hobi lay down on his back, reaching around to pump Jungkook's cock as he slowly slid out again, letting Jungkook adjust. The next time he thrust forward, dropping his hand from Jungkook's cock, and holding his hips, inching in deeper, pressing on Jungkook's prostate. Jungkook let out a deep, throaty groan, Jimin smiling into their kiss as he knew what had happened.

"Can I take you in my mouth, Jungkookie?" Jimin asked, breaking their kiss.

"Yeah," he breathed as Jimin inched further down Jungkook's body to take his hard length in his mouth, upside down, the curve of Jungkook's cock sliding against the roof of Jimin's mouth.

Jungkook panted out a moan, arching his back as Hobi increased his speed, gripping onto Jungkook's hips as he railed him.

"Fuck," Hobi said, screwing up his eyes. "Fuck, you're going to be the death of me, Jungkookie."

"Boys with tight asses always get you," Taehyung laughed at his hyung.

Jungkook locked eyes with Taehyung, cupping his face and jaw and bringing him into a passionate kiss. With Jimin's mouth around his cock, Hobi's dick in his ass, and Taehyung's lips on his, Jungkook thought that as far as a first time with a guy goes, this pretty much takes the cake.

"I'm close," Jungkook announced, as the pleasure from all angles was starting to become too much for him.

"The minute you come, I'm gonna fill your ass, Jungkook-ah. That's a promise," Hobi said, smacking Jungkook on the ass.

"Are you close?" Jungkook asked Taehyung, pulling back from his lips.

"I'll come if you come," Taehyung retorted, beginning to jackhammer his hips down on Jimin's tight hole, making Jimin moan out around Jungkook's cock. It jolted Jungkook nearer to the edge. "Are you ready for Jungkookie to come?" Taehyung asked him.

"Mhm," Jimin said, kissing Jungkook's tip.

As if being given a signal, Hobi started to slam down on Jungkook's ass, forcing the head of his dick on Jungkook's prostate again and again, making the younger groan out harshly. Hobi's hand flew to Jungkook's mouth, covering it with his palm.

Jungkook moaned out against Hobi's hand, his brow crinkling, toes curling, chest heaving, cock slick with Jimin's spit, ass slick with Hobi's pre-come as his head pressed on his prostate once, twice, then Jungkook came like a train, spilling his hot seed down Jimin's throat. As promised, Hobi came, tugging down on Jungkook's hips, grinding his dick against Jungkook's ass as he filled him up with his hot come. The sensation was unlike anything Jungkook had ever experienced before.

As he came back to his senses, he looked down to see Jimin pump his fist over his cock, coming for a second time all over his stomach, catching Taehyung's eyes as he threw his head back and came deep inside Jimin.

Jungkook couldn't help but smile. As the room was filled with heavy pants, Jungkook inched forward to kiss each of them in turn. Taehyung first, a quick peck, like the seal of a letter, an acknowledgment of thanks. Then, Jimin, who softly kissed back, lazy from the experience, eyelids fluttering closed.

As he turned to Hobi, his hyung cupped his face, nuzzling the tip of his nose against Jungkook's before pressing his lips ardently to the younger's, sliding his tongue along Jungkook's bottom lip. It took the maknae by surprise, feeling something stir deep in his core that he would put a pin in for now and come back to later. He was glad that Hobi was his first, he knew that much.

"Come on," Hobi said, slapping Jungkook on the butt. "Let's go clean up."

Without a word, Taehyung, Jimin, and Hobi all got up and walked towards the en suite.

"What, together?" Jungkook asked after them, as he felt Hobi's come beginning to leak out of him.

Hobi turned and leaned against the door frame. "Of course, Jungkook-ah," he smirked. "That's the best part."

Jungkook breathed out a chuckle, shaking his head. "You mean to tell me that that wasn't the best part?" he half-asked, pointing to the bed.

"Not even close," Taehyung said with a wink, stepping into the shower after Jimin.