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“Um, Jeongguk?”


“Yeah, angel?”


He flushes at the nickname, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend's waist and resting his forehead on his shoulder blade. He's shirtless, like he always is around their apartment and he appreciates the feeling of warm skin under his fingers. He spreads his hands over Jeongguk's stomach, breathing in his musky, somehow sweet scent. “If- I told you I wanted to do something… would you do it?”


“Mm… depends what it is,” he responds, chest vibrating as he speaks. Taehyung relishes in the softness of the moment before he clears his throat, steeling his nerves. “I-I want… I want-” he cuts himself off in embarrassment before he can even finish his sentence. “Want you to- I-I-”


“Hey,” Jeongguk says, turning around from where he was looking over a recipe and pushing his round specs up his nose. “It's okay, you can tell me when you're ready.” Taehyung trusts him and his sweet, sweet grin. He leans up slightly, giving Jeongguk a short, adoring kiss on his lips before pulling back. He nods to himself; he can do this.


“I want you, Jeon Jeongguk, to t-teach me how to m-ma… to mast-”


“Masturbate?” Jeongguk says, eyebrow raised. Taehyung squeaks and buries his head into Jeongguk's naked chest, curling up on himself. “Hm?” He nods minutely, fingers tucking themselves into his palms and he can feel his entire body flaming in embarrassment. This is a normal thing for guys his age to do, right? Well, he's 22, and hasn't touched his own dick in his life. Not even once. How and why?


He hadn't really seen the point of it, because to him it was just holding your dick and stroking up and down until you came. It just didn't appeal to him as a teenager, and he had found it rather awkward when other boys his age had talked about how they “jacked off so hard that I couldn't feel my hand for a solid hour, holy shit” which left him feeling mildly disgusted. But now, he wants to know what it feels like. Does it feel wet? Weird? Obscenely pleasurable?


“Cutie,” he hears Jeongguk mutter fondly before he's ducking down and pressing kisses all over Taehyung's head. “Want me to show you?”


“C-Could you?” Taehyung mumbles shyly, still refusing to meet his boyfriend's eyes. He hears Jeongguk hum, feels his arms (they're so big what the fuck) wrap around his torso.


“Why don't we do it together? Would that make it easier?” Jeongguk suggests, lifting Taehyung up to settle around his waist, turning to let him sit on the bench top. He nuzzles Taehyung's neck, planting a soft kiss onto the skin behind his ear. “What do you think?”


“I-I’d see your cock?” Taehyung whispers shyly, inhaling sharply when Jeongguk bites his skin in a teasing manner. “Mhm,” Jeongguk answers, running hands up the soft skin of Taehyung's thighs. “See it all hard and dripping for you, baby.”


“J-Jeongguk,” Taehyung whispers, slinging his legs around Jeongguk's waist and clinging onto his shoulders. There's a low ache of arousal settling in his gut slowly, churning.


“Yeah, baby?”


“Y-You’re gonna make me-”  he cuts himself off in shyness, angling his head down to look at his lap.


“Mm? Gonna make you what, sweetheart?”


“G-Gonna make me h-hard,” he whispers. He feels Jeongguk's chest rumble with the laugh he lets out. “But isn't that what we're trying to do?”


He shakes his head and Jeongguk pulls away. “Not right now. To… tomorrow?” Jeongguk nods understandingly, cupping Taehyung's face in his hands and squishing his cheeks so his lips pucker like a fish. Jeongguk laughs giddily before kissing Taehyung once, twice before pulling away and ruffling his hair. “Okay. Tomorrow.”



Taehyung anticipates it the whole next day, mind racing with thoughts that have his face heating up and him rubbing his thighs together. He's had to excuse himself from the desk to venture to the bathroom in need of splashing cool water onto his face, pointing at himself in the mirror and telling himself to stop thinking such impure thoughts while working.


He's received a few strange looks from his colleagues, but no one says anything, or doesn't pay any attention to his antics. It's when he finally gets home, slipping his shoes off at the door that he releases a groan. “I've had the worst day, Guk-”


“Mm- fu- tell me about it?”


“Okay, so- you know I'm gonna rant?”


“H- y-yeah, baby. Go ahead.”


He flops down onto the sofa on his tummy, groaning into one of the cushions before he raises his head with a pout. Jeongguk is studying another recipe, writing notes in his “special recipe notebook” that Taehyung had gotten him for his birthday when he was still studying to be a chef. “This is so cute, Tae, what the fuck,” he remembers Jeongguk saying when he had managed to get the obnoxious yellow wrapping off. He grins when he sees Jeongguk bite his lip, cute dimple and lip mole appearing.


He doesn't hear the slick sounds of hand on skin until Jeongguk is gasping, a sharp inhale that captures Taehyung's attention. “Guk?”


“Y-Yeah, baby?”


“Are you okay? You haven't hurt yourself, have you?”


“Nn-no, I'm f-fine.”


He frowns. “Are you sure?”


“T-Tae could you wait in the room for a second? I just need to - holy shit - to do something.”


“Okay,” he mumbles, padding off to the room. There's an uneasy feeling in his gut, and he doesn't like it. Not one bit. He settles himself on the bed, legs folded underneath him and listens to the sounds around him; he can hear Jeongguk cleaning up his things in the kitchen, the tap being turned on and books going back into the shelf. He can hear the soft breeze outside, a few cars beeping and he closes his eyes, relaxing.


“Tae, baby?”




“You're not asleep, are you?”


“Mm, no.”


He feels the bed dip beside him, a warm body presses up against his. There's a kiss pressed to his forehead, his cheek, a soft hum against his neck. “Are we gonna do it today?”




Jeongguk kisses up to his ear, nipping at the lobe before whispering, “You gonna touch yourself?”


Taehyung whimpers, eyes finally opening. He looks at Jeongguk, seated beside him. He swings a leg over Jeongguk's lap, settling himself before leaning in to rub his nose against Jeongguk's. “Will you help me?”


“Of course, baby,” Jeongguk says lovingly. He pinches Taehyung's side once, watches him squirm with a breathy giggle that morphs into a moan as Jeongguk slides a hand down the back of his pants. “How do you want to do this?”


“C-Can I stay on your lap?”


“Mhm. I'll get to see all of your pretty. Little. Reactions.” Each of the last three words is punctuated with a short kiss, before Taehyung is gasping into Jeongguk's mouth and tugging at his hair. “G-Guk-”


“Wanna get these off?” Jeongguk breathes, tugging at Taehyung's waistband. Taehyung nods hurriedly. “Yeah, yeah.” It's an awkward struggle, trying to get his pants off, ending up in a mess of giggles.


“You just made my dick deflate a little,” Jeongguk laughs, lifting Taehyung up so he can pull his sweatpants the rest of the way down his legs. “Shut up,” Taehyung replies, hitting Jeongguk's chest lightly.


Jeongguk leans in for another kiss, tugs Taehyung closer by his hips and licks into his mouth. There's a soft moan, fingers tangling in silky locks, hips grinding on each other and Taehyung can feel Jeongguk's dick pressing against his. His boxers are uncomfortably tight and he whines into Jeongguk's mouth, taking one of his hands and lowering it to his crotch in hopes that he receives the message.


“Mm, baby. This is all about you, remember?”




“Here, give me your hand.”


Taehyung tilts his head, making a noise of confusion. Jeongguk takes Taehyung's hand, pressing a kiss to the top of it before leading it down into his boxers. “Pull them down, baby,” Jeongguk whispers, taking his hand away. Taehyung pulls the waistband of his boxers down shyly, encouraged by Jeongguk's kisses and gentle praise. He stands up to pull them off all the way, pulling the hem of his shirt down to cover his half hard cock. It's nothing to be embarrassed about, really, Taehyung knows. It's just a cock, right?


But it's the first time Jeongguk's seeing it. He isn't the biggest, and compared to Jeongguk he's probably nowhere near the same size. “Let me see, baby,” Jeongguk says, lips quirking up into a playful grin. Taehyung shakes his head, embarrassed.


Jeongguk gives him a smirk that means trouble, his hand lashing out and securing Taehyung's shirt, pulling it up and off. “Oh, my.” He looks up to Taehyung's blushing red face, giggling. “What a cutie.”


Taehyung can feel his face flaming, and he whines in the back of his throat. Jeongguk coos at him, urging him closer. “Oh, sweetheart. It's nothing to be embarrassed about.” He slides a finger through the small bit of precum dripping from the slit, humming when Taehyung jerks back.


“Come on,” the younger says, patting his thigh. Taehyung settles himself over Jeongguk's lap again, burying his red face into Jeongguk's neck. He can feel Jeongguk laugh, feel him taking his hand. “Here, take your hand and wrap it around- like this.”


He opens his eyes and notices that Jeongguk has a hand around his own c- “Oh my god.”


“Hm? See something you like?” Jeongguk grins cockily, thumbing the head of his fucking thick cock and sighing. Taehyung shakily grips his own, hips jerking up at the simple contact. If he can't even hold his dick without reacting, what makes Jeongguk think he'll be able to actually jerk off?


“Up and down, baby, loosen on up and tighten going down,” Jeongguk instructs, demonstrating and Taehyung can see the way he pulls the foreskin back, grip loose and then he's going back up and his grip is so tight how hasn't he already came yet that it has Taehyung whimpering. “Follow along, angel.”


Taehyung nods shakily, loosening his grip and stroking downwards, breath catching in his throat at how good it feels. “Nn- Gukkie-”


“That's it, kitty, keep going,” Jeongguk breathes, eyes fluttering shut as his lips part on a breathy moan. “Fuck.


Taehyung falls forward into Jeongguk's chest, watching Jeongguk's hand and repeating the motion himself, biting his lip. He can feel his stomach clench, and his hand is getting wetter and stickier with every stroke.


“Oh, baby, you're leaking so much,” Jeongguk rasps, back arching just a bit and pushing his chest up against Taehyung's. Taehyung bites back a whine, working his hand faster. Jeongguk slides a hand up Taehyung's chest, rubbing a thumb over a rosy nipple, watching in fascination as Taehyung arches his back, crying out and coming onto his stomach and over his hand.


“Keep going, baby, ride it out,” Jeongguk whispers, his own hand still working on his own cock. Taehyung gasps as he rubs his hand over the head of his cock, coaxing a little bit more come out before he stops and pulls his hand away. He inspects his hand, and the thick, translucent substance covering it before bringing it up to his face, sniffing lightly. His nose scrunches up slightly, and his tongue darts out on instinct, licking up a bit of his own come.


“Fucking hell, baby,” Jeongguk groans, hand stroking faster and groaning with every slick noise. Taehyung slides a finger into his mouth, sucking the come off his finger and blinking at Jeongguk with wide eyes, cheeks hollowed out. He pushes in another finger and watches Jeongguk's eyes squeeze shut, eyebrows furrowing together and a broken noise of pleasure falling from bitten red lips.


Taehyung watches with attentive eyes as Jeongguk's cock spurts thick come, covering his hand and flowing over to trickle down his cock. Jeongguk rubs his stomach as he fists the head, twisting his wrist. Taehyung takes Jeongguk's wrist in his hand, lifting it to his mouth and sucking two fingers past his lips. “T-Tae you don't have to-”


“I want to,” he whispers, looking into Jeongguk's eyes as he licks between his fingers and slurps noisily. It tastes weird, kind of salty, but it's something that appeals to him in a peculiar way. He hums in satisfaction and delight, saliva and come dripping messily down his chin.


“Baby, you're a mess,” Jeongguk groans, pulling Taehyung's hand down to push their lips together in a wet kiss. It's a slick combination of saliva and come, lips and tongue and teeth and Taehyung should hate it, but he loves the feeling. Taehyung's wet hand reaches up, playing with Jeongguk's ears.


“Let's get cleaned up.”


Taehyung feels kind of drowsy and fuzzy, and like he needs to giggle at everything. Jeongguk lifts him up and carries him to the bathroom, nuzzling into his slightly damp hair. “You're so weird,” he says, “but that's why I love you.”


Taehyung's hums, his body filled with warmth at Jeongguk's words. “Mm, I love you too, Gukkie.” He points to the shower. “Can we wash? Together?”


Jeongguk grins, rubbing his nose into Taehyung's neck. “Of course, sweetheart. Whatever you want.”


Taehyung cheers to himself quietly, opening his knees so Jeongguk can stand between them, tracing swirls over golden skin. “You're beautiful, you know that?” Jeongguk murmurs, taking time to admire Taehyung's soft skin. There's a sort of feminine charm to him, something that Jeongguk can't understand, but something that he wants to learn more about. Taehyung surely isn't real; he's too beautiful to be real, too kind and sensitive for this world.


Taehyung makes a soft noise, gentle smile forming on his lips. “Thank you, Gukkie. You're very manly and handsome.” He presses a palm to the side of his face, heart melting into a puddle when Jeongguk closes his eyes and rubs his cheek against it. Jeongguk kisses the inside of Taehyung's wrist fondly and they stay there for a bit, enjoying each other's embrace before Jeongguk is hoisting Taehyung up, kicking out of his own boxers and getting them both into the shower.


“I hate it when you do that,” Taehyung protests, hitting his fists weakly against Jeongguk's chest. “It scares me.” Jeongguk laughs, setting Taehyung down and reaching behind him to turn the shower on. He yelps at the coldness and glares when Jeongguk has the nerve to giggle at him.


“You're an asshole,” Taehyung grumbles but turns pliant quickly when he feels Jeongguk's hands washing his chest and stomach. “You love me, though,” Jeongguk replies merrily. Taehyung pouts angrily, crossing his arms over his chest with a huff.


“Aw, Tae. Don't be angry with me.”


“I'm not. I'm annoyed. Lemme wash your hair.” He turns around, grabbing the shampoo and lathering it into Jeongguk's hair. He hates Jeongguk's smug grin, his eyebrow raised in that “I told you so” way. “Shut up. Stop smiling!”


Jeongguk covers his mouth to hide his grin. Taehyung detaches the shower head from its holder and uses it to wash the shampoo out of Jeongguk's hair. He tilts his head back to make it a bit easier, and to save himself from getting shampoo or water in his eyes. His fingers run through wet strands, making sure there aren't any suds hiding in the dark locks.


After they've cleaned up and towelled off, dressed themselves in lazy clothing (aka underwear and a large shirt, Taehyung wearing one of Jeongguk's gigantic shirts) they lie on the couch together, sharing kisses and hushed giggles.


“I love you,” Jeongguk whispers, planting a kiss on Taehyung's nose. Taehyung grins. “And I love you,” he responds, kissing Jeongguk's lips. They stare at each other for a bit, taking in each others facial features and tracing fingers over warm skin.


“So, how was it?” Jeongguk asks, chuckling when Taehyung hides his face in Jeongguk's chest with a whine.


“It was… good.”


“Good? Just good?”


Taehyung purses his lips. “Really good.”


Jeongguk's chest vibrates. “What did you like most?”


“Your cock,” Taehyung blurts out before realising what he's just said. He slaps himself embarrassedly when he remembers what he just said. “I-I mean, it's like- nice? I guess? It's um… it's really thick.”




“Like your thighs,” Taehyung whispers shyly. He can feel Jeongguk's chest rumble with a laugh.


“Maybe we could try that next time.”




“You could ride my thigh? What do you think?”


Taehyung nods hurriedly. “Yes, yes. I'd like that.”


“It's settled then. Little TaeTae’s gonna ride my thigh. Cute.”


“I'm older than you!”


“Sh, baby.” Jeongguk runs fingers through Taehyung's hair, lulling him to sleep.

“Love you,” Taehyung whispers, pressing a soft kiss to Jeongguk's chest. “Love you too, baby,” Jeongguk mumbles back, kissing Taehyung's hair before he too falls asleep.