If he were given a choice, Jeongguk would stay home every weekend of his life. It's impractical, he knows, but he prefers staying in his room and playing Overwatch to getting crossed and drunk and forgetting the majority of his weekend. But as a vital member of the basketball team, Jeongguk was obligated to attend the after parties or suffer the wrath in the form of pranks performed by his hyungs while he sleeps.
So rather than have his eyebrows shaved in the middle of the night- legit, Yoongi had even cracked a smile while the other seniors shaved Yugyeom's eyebrows early last month- Jeongguk goes to the parties. He goes to the parties and drinks until they're tolerable, knowing Jimin or Hoseok will get him home before he can do anything too stupid.
"Jeongguk!" Jimin makes his presence known easily, with a booming voice and bright pink hair- he lost a dare, says it suits him well and Jeongguk can't say he disagrees. "Take a shot with me."
"Haven't you had enough?" There's a flush sitting high on Jimin's cheek, a pleasant smile on his lips.
Jimin snorts. "Who are you, my mother? Come on, kid, I'll even let you choose the liquor."
Another frat party means extra shots- Jeongguk doesn't count the shots everyone takes when the basketball team arrives; those are customary and required, thank you very much- and extra alcohol. Whatever house they're at tonight seems to have a never ending supply of alcohol, and Jeongguk's never without a full glass in his hand. Mostly it's Seokjin's grandlittle that keeps feeding his drinks, but some pretty cheerleaders keep insisting on shots, and soon enough Jeongguk's pleasantly drunk enough to agree to smoking. It's usually something he avoids, but seated on the couch between Mingyu and Yugyeom, Jeongguk accepts the hookah from a girl- he thinks her name is Irene- and deeply breathes in the scent of vanilla.
He spends some time at the beer pong table because in Jeongguk's drunken mind, tossing a Ping Pong ball is excellent practice for his free throws. He loses spectacularly in the first round, but plays two more rounds in which he only loses one cup each time, Namjoon and Hoseok cheering wildly at his sides until the smoke outside starts to give him a headache, and Jeongguk heads back inside to find a soft couch and scour possible hookup options for the night. He's not particularly picky, has his usual hookups on speed dial if he really is bored, and his buzz is starting to fade out.
Jeongguk finds a spot on the couch with just enough room for him to sit between a few other people. And Jeongguk doesn't locate a hookup but he does locate Kim Taehyung, a gorgeous theater major he's accidentally spoken to once, standing across the room.
It was after practice one afternoon during preseason, and Jeongguk had been leaving the bathroom as Taehyung was walking by. Jeongguk hadn't known him at the time, but fuck had he wanted to.
"Do you know Jimin?" Taehyung, only a gorgeous stranger to Jeongguk, had asked.
"Park Jimin, looks like a mochi? Know where he is?"
"Uh. Uhm, the gym?"
Taehyung smiled the brightest smile Jeongguk's ever seen, eyes twinkling and in that moment, Jeongguk could physically feel just how gone he already was. "Thanks!"
Jeongguk hadn't spoken to Taehyung since then, except for a few polite words if they were in each other's ways at a party, but that doesn't mean he hadn't looked. It's really not Jeongguk's fault. It's just that Taehyung is everywhere with his larger than life personality, and it really wasn't uncommon for Jeongguk to round a corner in one of the art buildings and spot Taehyung running lines with a few people, or spot Taehyung sitting outside a classroom hurriedly finishing his assignments. And anytime Jeongguk made eye contact, Taehyung always gave him that blinding smile, although it was softer now than it had been the first time.
Unfortunately, Jeongguk's not a man of many words, so aside from an awkward smile he doesn't respond much to Taehyung. But that doesn't mean he doesn't watch the way Taehyung dances or sings at some parties, or watch the way Taehyung leans against the wall tonight, red solo cup in hand and head thrown back in laughter. His neck is gorgeous and long and Taehyung's legs are gorgeous and long and Jeongguk really, really needs a refill.
Watching Taehyung is not good for Jeongguk's health. Really, it isn't. Because Jeongguk lets his mind wander when he watches Taehyung. Lets his mind wander to running his hands beneath one of Taehyung's costumes backstage or getting Taehyung to fuck him silly in the locker room after a game, or really anything at all, and Jeongguk never has enough self control to stop himself from thinking too hard until there's heat punching at his lower belly and stealing the breath from between his gritted teeth.
It's so easy tonight for Jeongguk to fall into Taehyung's presence, to let himself get lost in Taehyung's laugh and the pink of his tongue swiping across his lips. Taehyung's wearing tight black jeans and an oversized sweater tonight, there are cutouts on the shoulders and he’s swaying against the boy at his side. He's drinking slowly, leisurely, and Jeongguk's being absolutely tormented by the long slope of Taehyung's neck as he drinks.
"Here. Look like you could use another." Hoseok sits next to Jeongguk in a spot that had opened while Jeongguk wasn't paying attention. He hands Jeongguk another drink, and Jeongguk downs half of it before Hoseok can even finish explaining what's in it. "Plans for the rest of the night?"
"I'll probably just hit up Mina," Jeongguk says, chewing absentmindedly on an ice cube and definitely not sneaking glances at Taehyung. Nope. Not at all.
"Cool, cool," Hoseok says, grinning at something Jeongguk can't see. "Text me if your plans change. There's no way I'm spending another morning scouring the town for you if you disappear.”
"Please, hyung. You'd do anything for me."
"You got me there."
Hoseok eventually wanders away to join some others in the middle of the dance floor and there's no one around to judge Jeongguk for blatantly staring at Taehyung, still huddled against the wall with his friends. A small, ambitious part of Jeongguk's drunk mind is telling him to just go talk to Taehyung, but the tinier, still sober part is well aware that it's a terrible idea.
Jeongguk hasn't said more than six words to Taehyung, half of which don't even count as words. He couldn't go talk to Taehyung, couldn't go embarrass himself like that, so Jeongguk was content to stay in his tiny corner of the room with his half full glass, willing himself not to get hard every time Taehyung threw his head back.
Fishing his phone out of his pocket, Jeongguk falters on deciding whether or not to hit up his FWB. He's already thinking too much about Taehyung, so it really wouldn't be fair to go stick his fingers in someone else with his head consumed by Taehyung. But he remembers his deal with Jimin, and quickly finds the contact.
To: Chiminy Cricket [24:09]
Ok so i'm texting you like you told me to instead of drunk texting Taehyung and telling him how badly i want his cock right now
To: Chiminy Cricket [24:09]
Jimin's not in the room so Jeongguk can't see if his message went through, but he can try to distract himself by watching Hoseok dance and tell jokes and definitely not straining to listen to Taehyung's voice, the deep timbre somehow managing to reach Jeongguk even from the other side of the room. God, his body's too warm and the ice has melted in his cup and Jeongguk's suffering, okay? He really is.
His phone buzzes in his hand and Jeongguk sighs in relief. Jimin's probably drunker than he is right now, but he always takes Jeongguk for milkshakes after parties. They're often better than the parties themselves.
From: Unknown [24:19]
this is taehyung. hi.
Jeongguk promptly drops his phone on the floor.
He hopes it's shattered. Jeongguk hopes his screen is shattered and the text was a mistake, that the message will disappear in the thirty seconds it takes Jeongguk to grab his phone from the floor. Jimin messed with his contacts. That had to be it. Jimin had changed his contact name, knowing that it would fuck with Jeongguk's head and make for an interesting party prank. This is all because Jeongguk skipped the beginning of the season pool party, right? That's all it is and Jimin's laughing in the kitchen, so damn proud of himself-
Nope. The damn text message is still there even as Jeongguk unlocks his phone. His screen isn't shattered- which Jeongguk is astronomically relieved about, he can't afford to get his screen fixed, not after the time he dropped his phone off the roof while drunk- and Taehyung's message sits ominous as ever on Jeongguk's phone.
Because he had scrolled through the messages this time to find Jimin's number. Because the unknown number was far enough below his current conversations to be forgotten about, but he’d scrolled too long and there was definitely a malevolent God out there hell bent on destroying Jeongguk's ass.
Still. Jeongguk hopes.
To: Unknown [24:23]
To: Unknown [24:23]
nice joke jimin now cn we pls get milkshakes
Jeongguk only has Taehyung's number in his messages because of Jimin. Because Jimin had forgotten his phone before class one day, and needed to call Taehyung to confirm their lunch plans. And Jeongguk had wanted to refuse, had suggested Yoongi's phone, but Jimin was calling Taehyung before Jeongguk could even get through half of his sentence.
From: Unknown [24:25]
not a joke haha
From: Unknown [24:25]
but i think i ca offer you something a little sweeter than shakes ;)
Jeongguk nearly drops his phone again, gaping stupidly at the glowing screen. From across the room, Taehyung's holding his phone in front of his face, his drink forgotten and features shining softly in the light of his phone. He looks gorgeous and Jeongguk wants to die.
From: Unknown [24:27]
jeongguk. jeon jeongguk, right? jiminie's little friend?
To: Unknown [24:28]
I'm not little >:(
From: kimtaehyung [24:28]
u gonna prove that to me?
His message is accompanied by too many emojis, and Jeongguk feels his cheeks heat up remarkably quickly. Jeongguk blames it instantly on the high body count in the living room and the flush of the alcohol, but anyone with eyes could tell he was lying.
Taehyung takes another long drink, looking away from his phone to duck his head and listen to something one of the boys standing next to him was saying. His long fingers curl around the guy's wrist, and Jeongguk feels his brain short circuit a little bit imagining what Taehyung's hands could do to him, if he could choke on Taehyung's fingers or on something else-
From: kimtaehyung [24:33]
don't tell me you died on me D:
To: kimtaehyung [24:34]
im not dead
Just ridiculously turned on, crossing his legs to try and hide it, to make it a little less obvious and hide from the other people in the room. But really. Was it making a difference at this point?
Taehyung didn't need to know either way.
From: kimtaehyung [24:34]
could have fooled me
Jeongguk doesn't answer right away, chewing on his lower lip and glancing at Taehyung, looking away almost immediately before there's even a chance he could be spotted. He sorts through his options, placing his empty cup on the floor. Either he leaves the couch to find Jimin and spend his night sharing milkshakes- there's a discount for couples and Jimin always insists on sharing- before heading back to his dorm. Or Jeongguk continues to text Taehyung, to sit in this haze of alcohol and smoke and see where the night takes him.
And for the first time, Jeongguk doesn't lament the idea of sticking around at a party for a little while longer.
To: kimtaehyung [24:39]
what if i say yes
From: kimtaehyung [24:39]
hm? say yes to what?
From: kimtaehyung [24:39]
use your words guk
Jeongguk feels arousal settle deep in his belly, has to clench his teeth to prevent a moan from bubbling up in his throat. Fuck, and the messages had come so quickly, too. There was no way Taehyung was waiting for Jeongguk to text him.
Jeongguk's vision is a little blurry when he starts to text back. He doesn't even bother trying to blame it on the smoke this time.
To: kimtaehyung [24:45]
whhat if i say yes to proving it to u
From: kimtaehyung [24:45]
From: kimtaehyung [24:47]
your thighs look comfy
From: kimtaehyung [24:47]
mind if i come sit?
Jeongguk makes a strangled noise in the back of his throat, dropping his phone onto his lap. A girl at his side gives him a strange look, and dammit his palms are sweaty, too. This was awful in the best possible way, and Jeongguk nearly melts against the couch. He just wants Taehyung. Wants whatever Taehyung will give him, whenever he wants to.
To: taehyung [24:50]
only if you promise to fuck me after
Here goes nothing.
He has a clear view of Taehyung's reaction when he gets Jeongguk's text. Taehyung's in the middle of taking a sip of his drink, head tilted back, when the message goes through, and his eyes go comically wide before he's choking on his drink, coughing and spluttering. One of Taehyung's friends pats his back, asks something over the thrum of bass in the music and Taehyung waves off the concern, passing his drink to the closest hand available.
Taehyung texts back almost immediately. Jeongguk's hands shake when he opens the message.
From: taehyung [24:53]
don't say things you'll regret gukie
To: taehyung [24:53]
i would never regret this
The next few texts come rapidly, Jeongguk's brain working overtime to follow each one.
From: taehyung [24:54]
here's what's going to happen
From: taehyung [24:54]
i'm going to come over there and sit on your lap
From: taehyung [24:54]
then i'm going to take you upstairs and fuck you until you see stars
From: taehyung [24:55]
you have until i get over there to make up your mind
Jeongguk's brain threatens to stop working as the last message comes through. He doesn't text back, he doesn't need to, because Taehyung's saying something to his friends before he starts walking through the crowd, steps purposeful and sure as he dodges dancers and drunk girls, pretty boys with smeared lipstick trying to get Taehyung to dance.
He expects some kind of a pause, some kind of moment of awkwardness when Taehyung gets close enough to Jeongguk, but that never comes. No, instead Taehyung doesn't waste a second before he slinks onto Jeongguk's lap, straddling his hips and letting his arms fall around Jeongguk's shoulders. Jeongguk's tongue feels like lead in his mouth, and for all the brief bravado he felt five minutes ago, he couldn’t muster any of that right now.
"Hey you," Taehyung says, leaning close enough that his nose brushes against Jeongguk's.
"Ah, so cold, Jeonggukie," Taehyung chuckles, stroking the knuckles of one hand across Jeongguk's cheek. He leans into the touch. "And here I thought you begging for my cock would be enough of an icebreaker."
Jeongguk tries to glare at Taehyung, but at their current proximity he just ends up going cross-eyed. "I wasn't begging."
"You will be soon enough."
Jeongguk swallows back an excited noise, staring up at Taehyung with wide, eager eyes. He’s already half-hard and can’t even find it in himself to be embarrassed about it, not when his entire body is thrumming with warm want, and definitely not when Taehyung shifts in his lap, putting a deliciously light pressure against Jeongguk’s cock.
Taehyung presses a chaste kiss to the corner of Jeongguk’s mouth, lips turned up in a grin as Jeongguk tries to chase his mouth when he pulls away. His weight is warm and solid on Jeongguk’s lap that Jeongguk almost doesn’t want to leave. Until he remembers the second half of Taehyung’s promise, and he finds that he’s nearly squirming with excitement.
“Hm?” Taehyung traces his nose at the underside of Jeongguk’s jaw, breath hot on Jeongguk’s neck. “Your thighs are so comfy, don’t tell me you want to leave already?”
Jeongguk slips his hands into Taehyung’s back pockets, tries to urge him to grind down, but he’s resolute in his stillness. “You promised me something.”
“Did I?” Taehyung asks, pulling back. Cheeky. Smug. “You’ll have to refresh my memory, Gukie.”
“Don’t make me say it.”
“Gotta work for it, baby.” Taehyung grins lazily. “Tell me what you want.”
Jeongguk squeezes Taehyung’s ass and is rewarded with a tiny gasp. He’s completely forgotten that they’re not alone, that nearly an entire fraternity house is still around them, that Hoseok’s openly gaping at Jeongguk from across the room, impressed and mainly surprised. Jeongguk swallows, turns his face back to Taehyung when he feels a finger under his chin, gently reclaiming his attention.
Licking his dry lips, Jeongguk blinks away the slight haze to his vision. “You said you’d fuck me until I saw stars.”
“That still what you want?”
Taehyung kisses him, the pressure on his lips so brief that Jeongguk doesn’t register the kiss until it’s over. “Mm, let’s go.”
And then Taehyung’s gone, standing from Jeongguk’s lap with a hand curled around his wrist to pull him along. Jeongguk stumbles a little as he follows, tripping over his own feet as his brain starts to catch up with the turn of events. Kim Taehyung is holding his wrist. Kim Taehyung is leading him through the house and to the stairs. Oh God, he’s finally going to get to touch Taehyung.
Jeongguk spots Jimin in the kitchen as they pass, sending Jeongguk a thumbs up before downing another shot. If he weren’t so distracted, Jeongguk would find Hoseok to cut Jimin off for the night before he starts stripping. Maybe Yoongi was lurking nearby and would be able to get Jimin out unscathed. Or not. Didn’t really matter to Jeongguk when Taehyung was guiding him up the stairs and to the end of the hall, past the couples making out or drinking against the wall.
There’s a sock on the doorknob, but Taehyung twists the door open anyway. The room is empty and Jeongguk is confused, the expression must show on his face because Taehyung laughs, giggles against Jeongguk’s lips as he backs Jeongguk against the closed door.
“Deal I have with one of the freshman,” Taehyung says, in between kisses to Jeongguk’s mouth. “Hooked him up with one of my buddies while he was rushing the house. So he lets me use his room.”
“Doesn’t seem very fair.”
“You complaining about a room, baby? I could fuck you in the closet, if you prefer.”
“No, no,” Jeongguk says, despite the sudden wave of heat that punches his gut. “The room is good.”
Taehyung kisses him in earnest then, molding his lips over Jeongguk’s and kissing deeply. Jeongguk loops his arms over Taehyung’s shoulders, opening his mouth to Taehyung’s tongue and letting himself be pushed that much harder against the door. He tries not to think too much about this, about having Taehyung in his arms, about Taehyung’s thigh between his legs because if he thinks too much he just might fuck this up.
“Fuck,” Jeongguk hisses when Taehyung bites harshly on his bottom lip, sucking it into his mouth before kissing him again. Taehyung isn’t giving him a chance to breathe, licking into his mouth, his hands on Jeongguk’s hips to push him onto his thigh.
Jeongguk jerks against his thigh, already half hard and more than a little desperate. Taehyung seems to feel it, smirking against Jeongguk’s neck when he finally pulls away enough for Jeongguk to pull in air. His lips trail over the smooth expanse of Jeongguk’s neck and he whines, grinding down on Taehyung’s thigh.
“Marks?” Taehyung asks, nibbling on Jeongguk’s earrings.
“Can I leave marks?”
“Yeah,” Jeongguk gasps, feeling a little boneless in Taehyung’s embrace. “Fuck, yeah. Please.”
Taehyung bites just below Jeongguk’s jaw, far too high on his neck to hope to hide in the late summer heat. But Jeongguk doesn’t have it in him to mind, squirming against the door as Taehyung sucks a line of hickeys down the column of his neck before curling his fingers into the hem of Jeongguk’s tee to tug it off.
“Damn,” Taehyung sighs, running his hands appreciatively along the ridges and dips of Jeongguk’s stomach, stroking his abs while Jeongguk shivers under his hands. “Goddam. Basketball, right?”
“Taehyung.” Jeongguk starts, as Taehyung dips his head to press short, quick kisses along Jeongguk’s stomach. He’s definitely not whining. “Tae- please, you said you’d fuck me.”
Taehyung chuckles against his navel, so close to Jeongguk’s aching dick. “We’re getting to that.”
“Yeah?” Jeongguk curls his fingers into the back of Taehyung’s hair, urging him back up to kiss again, harshly. “Get to it faster.”
“You’re sexy when you’re demanding.”
“Fuck, Tae, just. Touch me. Come on.”
“Jeez, can’t even let me enjoy the moment?”
“Can’t you enjoy it with a finger up my ass?”
Taehyung laughs, throws his head back so enticingly that Jeongguk leans forward to kiss there as if on instinct. Taehyung hums, lets Jeongguk nip at his neck before he’s curling his fingers into Jeongguk’s belt loops to drag him over to the bed, some shitty twin sized mattress half covered in clothes. Whoever this freshman is, they’re not the neatest.
“So crude, Jeonggukie.” Taehyung murmurs, flattening a palm against Jeongguk’s chest and pushing him onto the bed. Jeongguk grumbles a little, propping himself on his elbows as he shoves some of the clothes and a half eaten slice of pizza off the bed. What the fuck. “Where’d you learn to be so crude?”
“Ah, my soul mate.”
Taehyung kisses him again, laying his body flat over Jeongguk’s as he lazily mouths at Jeongguk’s jaw. He’s hard, uncomfortably so in his jeans, just wants the pressure and good fuck that Taehyung promised him what feels like forever ago. He tries to convey this as best he can, moaning at a particularly good nip to his neck and jerking his hips against Taehyung’s. It’s not enough contact, but Taehyung blessedly seems to get the hint.
He kisses down Jeongguk’s chest, unzipping his jeans before Jeongguk can process the action, and then his warm hand is slipping into Jeongguk’s jeans to palm at his cock. Jeongguk’s head drops onto the pillows behind him, breath leaving him in one rushed moan. The contact is too good after being on edge for a while, and he swears he could cry when Taehyung starts tugging his jeans down his legs, leaving his boxers on for the moment. Taehyung mouths at his cock over his underwear, so fucking close to what Jeongguk wants more than anything, to what he’s gotten himself off to more times than he’d like to admit. But Taehyung sticks with teasing for the longest time before finally pulling down Jeongguk’s boxers, his hard cock curving up against his stomach.
“Please don’t call my dick pretty.”
“You’re no fun, Jeonggukie.” Taehyung grins wickedly. “But you’re not wrong. You’re definitely not little.”
“Oh my God.”
Jeongguk curls his fingers into Taehyung’s hair, breathing uneasily as Taehyung sucks marks into the skin of his thighs, thankfully marking him high enough for his shorts to hide. Jeongguk whines, groaning low in his throat as Taehyung takes his sweet time mouthing along Jeongguk’s thighs.
“Love your thighs,” Taehyung sighs, pressing a kiss to Jeongguk’s hip. “Want you to choke me with them.”
“Yeah? Just might if you don’t get on with it.”
Jeongguk tries to get Taehyung’s mouth on his dick again, but only succeeds in getting a long lick to the underside of his cock, and nothing more as he tries to chase the sensation. “You promised me stars, hyung.”
“Oh,” Taehyung smiles, a slow curl of his lips. “I like the way that sounds from you.”
Fuck, Jeongguk was so fucked. Taehyung was somehow even more beautiful in bed with him, dark hair matted against his forehead, brow furrowed as he sucks the tip of Jeongguk’s dick between his lips, knocking Jeongguk punch drunk and breathless. He falls flat on the bed, moaning shamelessly as Taehyung moves his tongue over his length, lips and tongue working sinfully against his length.
Taehyung holds him down with large hands on his thighs; trying to keep him still as Jeongguk struggles not to thrust into the warm, wet heat of Taehyung’s mouth. Taehyung hums around him, taking more of his cock in until his nose was buried in the soft hair of Jeongguk’s navel. And Jeongguk’s mind is racing, hips stuttering and moans of Taehyung’s name falling from his lips. He curls his hands into his own hair, back arching as Taehyung swallows around his cock, digging his tongue into the slit before going down again.
“Fuck,” Jeongguk gasps, tongue heavy in his mouth. “Fuck, hyung- Tae- feels so good.”
Taehyung pulls off Jeongguk’s cock and he nearly sobs at the loss of pressure. He’s close already, but he doesn’t want Taehyung knowing that yet, so he tries to control his breathing as best he can. He keeps a hand on Jeongguk’s dick, slowly stroking him down from his near high. “Can you come twice?”
“Yeah,” Jeongguk grunts, wanting nothing more than for Taehyung to kiss him again. “Yeah, I can.”
“You’ll have to show me sometime. I’m gonna stretch you now.”
“Wait- Tae.” He reaches over Jeongguk to fumble with the side drawer, yanking out the lube and a few too many condoms. “Let me come. Please. I’m so close. I can come again, I promise.”
Taehyung kisses the corner of his mouth, the wicked smirk back on his lips and the wild, wide eyes that threaten to drive Jeongguk absolutely insane. “I don’t doubt you, baby. But this is more fun, don’t you think? Letting you wait, seeing how far I can push you. Fun, huh?”
That’s not exactly Jeongguk’s textbook definition of fun, but the suggestion of Taehyung stringing him along, playing with him until his body aches and he’s desperate for anything Taehyung’s willing to give is more than enough to have hot arousal burning inside his gut. He’d let Taehyung do anything at this point, probably.
“At least let me suck you off?”
“Shh, just lay back and relax.”
Jeongguk doesn’t, tensing at the first press of Taehyung’s slick finger to his hole. He arches at the stretch, torn between trying to get away from the pressure and fucking himself on Taehyung’s finger. Taehyung scissors his fingers when he adds a second, pouring cold lube on Jeongguk’s hole and making him hiss.
“Fuck, Tae- s’cold.”
“You can take it, big boy.”
Jeongguk whines, tipping his head back so Taehyung can suck a fresh mark in the middle of his throat. His entire body feels hot, skin flushed, and he can’t keep his damn mouth shut as Taehyung pushes a third finger past his rim, babbling and begging for Taehyung to hurry up and fuck him already.
Sucking on the shell of Jeongguk’s ear, Taehyung presses his fingers intently against Jeongguk’s prostate, reducing him to another mess of loud moans. The contrast of Taehyung’s rough jeans and silk shirt against Jeongguk’s naked skin is heavenly, makes his head spin something fierce. He can still hear the music from downstairs, but it’s muted bass in the back of Jeongguk’s mind, second to the addicting feeling of Taehyung’s fingers stroking Jeongguk’s prostate, his back arching violently with each stroke. He’s so close to coming, his entire body beginning to tense just before Taehyung sneaks a hand between their bodies, circling his fingers tightly around the base of Jeongguk’s dick to keep him from coming.
“Thought you wanted me to fuck you?”
“Yes. God, please, get on with it.”
Jeongguk’s too far gone to register the meaning behind that one, tiny word until Taehyung’s pulling his fingers from Jeongguk’s ass, leaving his hole to clench around nothing as he pulls away to work off his own clothing. Jeongguk watches a little too intensely as Taehyung all but rips his boxers off, his cock hard and leaking when it springs free before Taehyung’s rolling a condom over the length. Jeongguk aches; he wants to touch Taehyung, to wrap his fingers around his thick cock or choke on it until it’s all he can taste for the rest of the night.
But that clearly isn’t part of Taehyung’s plans for the night, if his earlier rejection of Jeongguk’s offer is anything to go by. Instead, Taehyung sits back on his heels, stroking one hand slowly along his length as he appraises Jeongguk, strewn out on the bed with his chest heaving, his skin flushed and pink with sweat. His hair falls into his eyes, but Jeongguk doesn’t try to move beneath the force of Taehyung’s stare, heavy with want and desire.
“Can you get up on your knees for me, baby boy?” Taehyung’s voice is sweet, but the demand is there, layered with the vibrato and telling Jeongguk this is a little bit more than a suggestion.
Jeongguk’s legs shake as he complies, his entire body shaking because he needs to come, needs Taehyung to touch him again, may need a few more vile words whispered into his ear to push his mind even further into this fog, but that’s a thought for another time.
With strong hands Taehyung urges Jeongguk to turn around, whispering, “Hands on the headboard, baby. There you go, such a good boy for me,” and pressing his chest against Jeongguk’s flushed back.
He can feel Taehyung’s cock nestled against his ass and it takes every ounce of will Jeongguk has left not to rut back, not to chase the feeling. Taehyung’s trailing his teeth along Jeongguk’s shoulder, taking his sweet damn time as if Jeongguk wasn’t suffering over here, body tense and mind spinning, because-
“Fuck, Tae, just fucking fuck me, already.
“What’s the magic word, baby?”
Jeongguk hangs his head, his forehead leaning heavily on the cool wall. “Please,” he breathes. “Please, hyung, please fuck me. Want you so bad, want your cock in me-”
Taehyung lines his cock at Jeongguk’s hole, his smile tangible against Jeongguk’s neck and he’s holding his breath as Taehyung thrusts into him, going too slowly but moving with enough purpose for Jeongguk to really fucking feel his cock stretching him out.
He moans, long and low and catching in his throat when Taehyung bottoms out. Taehyung waits, pressing little kisses to Jeongguk’s neck but Jeongguk doesn’t need a distraction, he needs those fucking stars.
“Fucking- move,” Jeongguk spits, pushing his ass against Taehyung.
“God- you’re so much cuter when you’re begging.”
The threat sitting on the tip of Jeongguk’s tongue dies there as Taehyung finally moves, pulling out almost entirely before slamming back into Jeongguk, the force pushing Jeongguk flat against the wall, and he can’t fucking keep quiet. Moans of Taehyung’s name interspersed with curses fall from Jeongguk’s lips as he struggles to match each of Taehyung’s thrusts because Taehyung is not holding back, snapping his hips so hard against Jeongguk’s ass that it drowns out all other noise.
He scrambles for something to hold, but his palms only find the flat of the wall, and he can’t articulate his thanks when one of Taehyung’s hands covers his above his head.
Taehyung doesn’t let him collapse against the wall like Jeongguk so desperately wants, wrapping an arm around Jeongguk’s chest to flick and play with his nipples, seemingly pleased with the debauched noises he rips out of Jeongguk’s mouth. He keeps Jeongguk upright, forces him to take everything on shaky legs with quivering arms.
“Someone’s going to hear us, baby,” Taehyung whispers in Jeongguk’s ear. “Or is that what you want, you want someone to watch the way I fuck you, how desperate you are for hyung’s cock?”
Jeongguk whines, high in the back of his throat. He’s so far on edge, so close to coming all over himself and Taehyung’s words aren’t helping. Because now he’s thinking about being watched, about someone watching Taehyung fuck him, knowing they can’t have what Jeongguk has, or, God, if Taehyung would tape them- “Tae-”
“You’re so good, baby. So good for hyung, look so pretty taking my cock.” The praise sends violent shivers down Jeongguk’s spine and he struggles to fuck himself harder on Taehyung’s cock, more than a little eager to prove himself to Taehyung.
Angling his body, Taehyung manages to strike Jeongguk’s on almost every thrust, cursing at the way Jeongguk tightens at the added pleasure. When Jeongguk gets close again, his moans stuttered and his back bowing, Taehyung cruelly squeezes the base of his cock again, this time forcing out an unsatisfyingly dry orgasm.
“Taehyung!” Jeongguk sobs, feeling tears prick the corner of his eyes. His entire body feels like a livewire, strung out and ready to spark.
Taehyung sucks another mark just below Jeongguk’s ear, blowing cool air on the spot and chuckling at the way Jeongguk’s entire body shudders. “You want to come, baby boy?” Jeongguk nods, but then Taehyung’s twisting his fingers into Jeongguk’s hair, yanking his head up to rest against Taehyung’s shoulder. “I asked you a question, Guk.”
No petname, God, no petname. Jeongguk scrambles for words, the only thing on his mind being Taehyung’s name and the slick sounds from just how wet Taehyung had gotten him, the acute sounds of how well he’s being fucked.
“Please,” Jeongguk manages, the word like sandpaper on his dry tongue. “Please, let me come hyung. God, so deep- please let me come!”
“Good boy,” Taehyung presses a chaste kiss to his throat even as his hips slap brutally against Jeongguk’s ass. The hand he has in a vice around Jeongguk’s cock loosens, and he quickly strokes Jeongguk, whispering filthy encouragements right into his ear. “That’s it, baby, come for me.”
No sooner has Taehyung finished speaking does Jeongguk feel his entire body tense, his eyes wrenched shut as his orgasm wracks through his entire body, mouth falling open around Taehyung’s name and nothing else. He falls forward, cum dripping onto the pillow below them, Taehyung’s hand on his chest the only thing keeping him from collapsing completely as Taehyung strokes him through his release until the sensitivity starts to hurt and Jeongguk’s shuddering, spent and too warm in his arms.
“Want you to come, hyung. Wanna feel you come,” Jeongguk slurs, knows he must be tight around Taehyung, as Taehyung grips both of his hips, chasing his own release until he stills, buried deep inside of Jeongguk, and curses as he comes hard.
They stay like that for a few minutes, breathing heavily as the last shocks of pleasure work through their bodies. It’s Taehyung that moves first, pulling out of Jeongguk and helping him to lie on his back before tying the condom and tossing it in the direction of the trashcan.
“Wait here,” Taehyung says, his voice deeper and raspy and so goddam sexy.
Jeongguk snorts. Like he had the power or clear enough head to leave anytime soon, but he watches through heavy eyelids as Taehyung picks up a towel off the floor, sniffs it, and drops it for a shirt instead, disappearing out the door for a moment. When he gets back, he uses the wet shirt to wipe the cum from Jeongguk’s chest and the lube from between his thighs, movements soft and methodical.
It’s almost enough to put Jeongguk to sleep, his bones heavy and sated, but Taehyung lightly slaps his thigh, keeping him from sleeping entirely.
“Can’t sleep here, Guk.”
“Mm, fuck off. I can sleep wherever I want.”
“Kay, you explain it to the fraternity, then.”
Jeongguk groans, forcing himself to sit up and reach blindly for his clothes. His head lolls a little, a stupid grin on his lips as he looks up at Taehyung, standing between his legs. Taehyung hands him his shirt, stroking his long fingers through Jeongguk’s wild hair.
“Here.” Taehyung hands him a water bottle, letting Jeongguk drink deeply as he collects their clothes from the mess of a floor.
“Thanks, hyung,” Jeongguk says, standing to button his jeans as Taehyung does the same. He can’t quite meet Taehyung’s gaze. “For, uh. For everything.”
Taehyung snickers, ruffling his own hair without a care. “Don’t get all shy on me now, Jeonggukie. What happened to my good boy?”
Jeongguk’s entire body flushes with heat, and if he weren’t spent beyond belief, he’s sure he’d be ready to go for another round. “Don’t call me that. Please.”
“No?” Taehyung crowds his personal space, hands splayed against Jeongguk’s slim waist, lips on his throat to trace the marks he’d left there. Jeongguk can’t wait to see what they look like. “Ah, but you loved it so much, baby.”
“You goddam tease.”
Taehyung pulls away, taking his intoxicating scent and touch with him to lace up his shoes. “Where’s your phone?”
Jeongguk pats his pockets praying that, yup, it was still in one of them. He tosses the device to Taehyung, sitting on the bed to tie his own boots and smiling to himself at the dull ache he feels at the base of his spine. “What’re you doing?” Jeongguk asks, as Taehyung takes a few selfies and taps rapidly at his screen.
“We should do this again sometime, Gukie.” He stands in front of Jeongguk again, holding out his phone. “Anything else?”
It’s a loaded question, and if Jeongguk’s reading this correctly, Taehyung’s asking if he’s good after the sex, if he needs anything else to come back down. But Jeongguk’s good, he’d know if he wasn’t. Still, he preens just a little at the kiss Taehyung drops to the top of his head after he shakes it, no.
“See you around, Jeongguk.”
Taehyung leaves first, winking back at Jeongguk before shutting the door softly behind him to go back to the party, probably, to laugh with his friends with the secret knowledge of what they just did tucked safely in his back pocket. Jeongguk could fucking skip if his ass didn’t hurt.
As soon as he’s back on the first floor, Hoseok comes bustling out of the kitchen, latching onto his arm. “There you are, you fucker. Jimin’s wasted, we gotta get him home.”
“I thought Namjoon hyung was on Jimin duty tonight.”
Hoseok rolls his eyes. “Jimin’s persuasive when he’s sober, Jeongguk, even more so after a few drinks. Namjoon’s asking the Ficus if it really exists.”
They find Jimin crouched under the coffee table, crying into a cup of what Jeongguk tastes to find out is Monster, and it takes both of them to haul Jimin onto his feet with an arm around each of their shoulders. He catches Taehyung’s eye as they’re leaving the living room, smirking over the rim of his drink. Jeongguk’s face flushes, but he can still feel that knowing, delightfully demanding gaze on his back the entire way out of the house.
If you're wondering what the heck the point of this story is then congratulations I have no idea either.
The texting format keeps changing bc I'm never satisfied with it, sorry!
What are you wearing
Fuck off dude Im in class
Hi fuck off dude Im in class I’m dad
ur into that?
fuck don’t give me a boner in ceramics class
You brought this upon yourself
“Jeongguk.” Jeongguk snaps his head up, looking back at the board for the first time since Taehyung had texted, and he finds he doesn’t understand any of the equations written there. His professor had called his name; her marker perched on her fingers as she stares evenly at him, sitting in the back of the room. “Something you’d like to share with the class?”
God, what was this? Preschool? “No, ma’am,” Jeongguk says, clicking off his phone as it buzzes a few more times. He slips it into a pocket of his backpack to be forgotten, smiling sheepishly. “I’m sorry.”
She doesn’t look convinced, but Jeongguk really can’t blame her. His phone has distracted him more often lately, but it’s really not his fault. Most of the time, Taehyung’s the instigator, the one who’s texting first. (It may just be because Jeongguk’s still too nervous to text first, but no one has to know that.) He’d sped through a quiz just last week when he got a text from ‘Taebae’- Taehyung’s doing, no way in hell would Jeongguk save a contact as that- that his dick was available for sucking in the art wing.
In fact, it had taken Jeongguk almost a full week before he could text Taehyung normally. He’d both read the message and forget to respond, sext back if that’s what the conversation was, or stutter. In a damn text message. Until a bit of his shyness had worn off, finally; and it wasn’t as weird kissing Taehyung only after four shots instead of six.
It’s all Taehyung’s fault, but Jeongguk’s gotten mind-blowing orgasms out of it, so he doesn’t complain.
Class drags before finally, mercifully, the professor lets them out with a reminder that midterms were coming up in a couple weeks, that her office hours were on the syllabus if anyone needed help, and Jeon you might want to consider stopping by after that last quiz.
Jeongguk won’t, but he doesn’t say that out loud.
In the hall, Jeongguk digs his phone out of his backpack and begins his walk to the other side of campus for his Psychology class, and sees messages up until that very moment.
Totally not serious but how many shots to get u to call me daddy
Jiminie says 5. Is it 5 guk
Are you still in class
Did you get in trouble
Naughty boy caught on his phone?
Do I have to punish you :o
Someone’s making a clay dick in class
Is that someone you?
Oh! He lives! Excellent
Jeongguk knows the way to the social sciences building fairly well, having had Namjoon drag him around the entire campus three days in a row before the semester started to make sure he’d know where he was going. He knows his way, which means he can sidestep the upperclassmen sitting in the halls, furiously typing on their computers to meet a deadline in ten minutes, or the girls walking just a little slower because they’re brave enough to wear heels to college.
But Jeongguk is no match for cars, so he does lower his phone when he approaches a crosswalk. Talking to Taehyung is fun, but being alive enough to suck his dick is even more fun.
Once he’s crossed and halfway across the grassy hill, Jeongguk checks his phone again.
Basketball game tonight?
nah, just practice
Jeongguk has practice this afternoon, after his last class, and on a day with four whole classes and then either a game or practice, he really regrets picking this as his Friday schedule.
Pineapples or TASA party tonight?
Jimin says pineapples
Uuuuuuuh TASA has better alcohol usually
Hey how do you feel about bdsm?
Jeongguk stops walking entirely, his eyes wide as saucers as he stares at the screen. He should be used to this, really. To Taehyung’s habit of saying any and everything that came to mind. It made for fantastic dirty talk, but it was really inconvenient outside of the bedroom. Or bathroom. But that was only once. So far.
Still, Jeongguk feels that telltale punch to his lower belly as he rereads the message a third and then fourth time. He, honestly, hasn’t thought much about it, but fuck if Taehyung was offering…
Of course I love beautiful dogs surrounding me
First of all
Second of all
The three grey dots appear and disappear rapidly, and the minutes are counting down before Jeongguk has to go inside for class. He chews on his bottom lip, gaze still fixated on his screen, and wonders just what it is that Taehyung’s come up with this time.
Tell me for real, okay? I don’t want to do anything you’re uncomfortable with
I think I’d be into it
Wanna try something tonight? If you like it, we can delve deeper
If not, I’ll make it up to you
Eating you out in my car
Jeongguk snorts. He wouldn’t say car sex was a fantasy of his, what with his shoulders and thighs the backseat of any car was uncomfortable enough as is. He’d be lying if he said he hadn’t already played with toys, and he already trusted Taehyung.
What do you say?
Okay, here’s what we’ll do
After practice stop by my place before the party
Minjae should already be out
Uhhhhh I’ll leave a note with more instructions but
Just use what I leave out
Then meet me at the party
Do you have a safe word?
The honest answer was yes, but it was embarrassing as hell. Jeongguk’s first girlfriend in high school had insisted they have them, long before they ever had sex, and it had been ‘stark.’ Tony Stark in full.
Ooh color system
Nice and classy
Gtg babe rehearsal’s starting
See you tonight ;)))))
Jeongguk can’t focus through the rest of his classes, body thrumming and fingers tapping with nervous excitement as he tries to guess what Taehyung had planned. He doesn’t answer the messages Jeongguk takes a chance to send, still caught up in rehearsal, but Jeongguk knows that he wouldn’t give any hints even if he were free.
Basketball practice is almost worse, but halfway through and after Yoongi nearly chucks a ball at his head, Jeongguk forces himself to calm down. He stops relying on muscle memory and puts all of his thoughts into his form, to the timing of his jump, to how long he holds the ball before flicking it toward the rim. Yugyeom guards him in their scrimmage toward the end, and Jeongguk practices the footwork he’d seen the best American players using.
By the time he’s showered and gotten onto a bus toward Taehyung’s off-campus apartment, Jeongguk had almost, almost, forgotten what he agreed to. Or rather, what he doesn’t know he agreed to. Taehyung’s messages are no help, either; they’re just a bunch of winky faces and a,
Say u know bogum whn ur here
Jeongguk lets himself into Taehyung’s apartment with the spare key, flicking on a few lights as he goes. He doesn’t know what he’s supposed to be looking for, exactly, and he’s only been here a couple of times for quick hookups but he heads to Taehyung’s bedroom first. On Taehyung’s bed sits a small box and a folded piece of paper. Jeongguk isn’t sure if it’s nerves or arousal that’s fluttering through his chest, but he finds he doesn’t mind the feeling.
Jeonggukie, the letter reads. Be a good boy and wear this for me under your clothes. Make it through the whole party without letting anyone know you’ve got it, and I’ll reward you. See you soon ^^
In the box, wrapped in bright green tissue paper, sits a glossy black plug.
Jeongguk chokes. He chokes on nothing but his eyes go wide as he stares at the plug, looking awfully out of place in such hideous tissue paper. Looking between the piece of paper and the box in hand, Jeongguk confirms that yes; this is exactly what Taehyung wanted from him tonight. And he knows he can back out, say no and Taehyung won’t judge him, will crash another of his milkshake dates with Jimin, and still text him at the most improper times, but Jeongguk can already feel the warm punch of arousal deep in his belly.
There’s lube on the bed already, the comforter stripped and bunched onto the floor and Jeongguk knows that Taehyung made up an entire presentation on the spot three days ago, but it looked like he’d thought everything through for tonight
I cnt believe u
be good babe
He spreads himself out on the bed, knowing he can do this with less room but there’s something Jeongguk really likes about wrinkling Taehyung’s sheets. Rolling up the sleeves of his hoodie, Jeongguk shoves his jeans and boxers down to his knees and bends his legs as he lays back. He’s already half hard just at the thought of whatever Taehyung would do to him tonight- whatever this reward could be, but there’s still the inexplicable sense that something’s missing as Jeongguk pushes one slicked up finger into his hole. He’s done this shit alone before- only once with Jimin when he’d walked in on Jeongguk. Really helped to strengthen the bromance- but maybe, Jeongguk thinks, maybe he’s gotten too used to Taehyung being the one to do this.
He imagines it’s Taehyung’s hand, that it’s Taehyung’s long, elegantly perfect fingers circling his rim and teasing his prostate with just enough pressure to leave him bitching for more. Jeongguk doesn’t spend a lot of time prepping himself, thrusting three fingers lightly against his walls before pulling them out. He’s got a party to get to and an infuriatingly teasing boy to impress.
Lubing up the plug, Jeongguk shivers a little at the extra lube he can feel cooling on his thighs. He can imagine Taehyung’s giddy face as he set everything out, eager grin turning his lips into the little box that Jeongguk finds so endearing, giggling as he writes the note, maybe imagining the way Jeongguk will look as he pushes the plug into his own ass. Jeongguk’s throat catches on a whimper as the plug settles against his prostate, the wide flare stretching him a bit more than he’d expected.
Jeongguk curses as he pulls his pants back up, shifting where he sits. He can feel the pressure on his prostate when he sits, but it’s barely noticeable when he stands. No way he’s going to lose tonight.
Before he leaves, Jeongguk wipes his wet hand on Taehyung’s sheets, grinning while he locks up on his way out.
“Who do you know here?”
The girl who opens the door for Jeongguk is cute and she drinks from a red solo cup as she appraises him, leaning against the doorframe. Bass heavy music rattles the windows, and already Jungkook can catch a whiff of whatever they’re smoking here tonight.
Jeongguk’s first stop is the kitchen, accepting a cup of jungle juice that one of the freshmen ladles out for him, taking a quick shot of either Grey Goose or Titos when the little voice in his head tries to convince him that everyone knows. He knows they can’t know, but still, he refills his drink before heading out to find his friends.
He finds Jimin easily; cheeks flushed red as plays beer pong in the back yard with Yoongi, a decently sized crowd surrounding the table. Jeongguk doesn’t recognize their opponents, but then again he doesn’t make a habit of meeting too many people at parties.
Yoongi looks remarkably sober for someone currently losing at beer pong. “Jimin’s been drinking for me,” he says when Jeongguk asks. “I have work at the studio in the morning.”
“Damn, you trying to kill him?”
“Is it that obvious?” Jimin misses his shot, cursing quietly under his breath. Jeongguk claps a hand on his shoulder in silent support. “You over whatever had you so distracted at practice, Jeongguk?”
“Oh.” Jeongguk stares into his drink, trying his best not to squirm at the unintentional reminder. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m good, hyung.”
“Good. Can’t have my prodigy falling behind.”
“Your prodigy, hyung?” Jeongguk grins, watching as Jimin knocks back another cup of warm beer. “You can’t dunk.”
“I’ll dunk on your face.”
The music is a little quieter outside. Not so much that Jeongguk can think properly, but quiet enough that the ground isn’t shaking. He hasn’t caught a glance of Taehyung yet, but as the beer pong game wraps up with Jimin finishing the last cup of beer on their side of the table, Yoongi suggests going back inside before Jimin throws himself at their opponents or tries to go for a rematch. Still nursing his second cup, Jeongguk waits just outside the kitchen and catches a glance of Hoseok showing off one of his newest dances to a few very interested girls, and Taehyung standing by a set of glass doors.
He’s standing with Bogum, another theater major that Jeongguk’s met once or twice, and Namjoon. Taehyung’s dressed up tonight, in dark jeans and a red sweater with no makeshift holes in sight, his hair fluffy and hanging into his eyes. He glances up, catching Jeongguk’s gaze from across the room, and Jeongguk’s suddenly hyperaware of the plug in his ass.
“Hey.” Yoongi’s hand comes down on Jeongguk’s shoulder, startling him enough to spill some of his drink over the edge of his cup. “You smoking tonight?”
Taehyung’s staring at Jeongguk over Bogum’s shoulder, very obviously glancing down to Jeongguk’s legs and back up, his smirk so wide it takes up almost all of his face. Jeongguk coughs and turns his entire body to face Yoongi and tries his best to ignore the heat of Taehyung’s stare on the back of his neck. “No. No, I don’t think so.”
“Right. Anyway, I’m cutting Jimin off for the night. I can’t carry that kid home on my own.”
Taehyung at least has the decency to wait until Yoongi’s gone before waving Jeongguk over, a knowing look in his eyes. Jeongguk hasn’t seen Namjoon for a while and immediately goes in for a big hug. When they break apart, Taehyung throws an arm over his shoulders and pulls Jeongguk close.
“Jeonggukie!” Taehyung nuzzles his nose against Jeongguk’s temple, smiling softly. “So glad you could come tonight. Bogum was just telling a story from his last production of high school.”
Bogum takes a sip of his own drink as Taehyung grabs Jeongguk’s cup for himself. “Someone managed to set the entire curtain on fire.”
“Fuck,” Namjoon snorts. “How?”
As Bogum speaks, Taehyung keeps his arm around Jeongguk, letting his fingers fiddle with the hoops in Jeongguk’s ear. And Jeongguk’s starting to relax, to sink a little further into Taehyung’s embrace, thinking he really will get through this night without alerting anyone to Taehyung’s little game. Jeongguk laughs along with the stories being passed back and forth, takes his empty cup back when his fingers itch for something to play with, and then Taehyung’s hand is moving from Jeongguk’s ear, briefly touching his shoulders and the small of his back before he slips his hand into Jeongguk’s back pocket.
Jeongguk fits him with a pointed glare, but Taehyung keeps his focus on Namjoon as he retells the story of Jeongguk trying to vacuum fruit flies in the middle of the night.
He thinks that’s it, that’s all Taehyung wanted, but then Taehyung’s fingers are prodding at his ass, very deliberately trying to reach further down.
“Hyung.” Jeongguk hisses.
“S’cuse us, guys,” Taehyung grins, unabashed. “Jeonggukie needs another drink.” With a quick pat to Jeongguk’s ass, Taehyung urges him into the kitchen, which has cleared out considerably since Jeongguk had gotten here. Taehyung reaches for a few half-empty bottles and Jeongguk doesn’t expect him to make a new drink, but he does. “Did you read my note?”
Jeongguk swallows, his throat dry. “I did.”
“Did you follow it?”
“Good boy.” Taehyung touches Jeongguk’s chin with gentle fingers until he’s looking back up into Taehyung’s face, his expression so soft and fond that Jeongguk could die right then and there. His body preens just a little bit from the praise, and he unintentionally finds himself standing up straighter. “How’re you doing? Color?”
“Good. Uh, green.”
“Yeah? How were classes today?”
Jeongguk narrows his eyes a little, the playful light in Taehyung’s eyes not quite matching the mundanity of his questions. “They were fine.”
“Want a drink? You’ve got a long night ahead of you, Jeonggukie.”
“I’m good hyung.” Taehyung turns back to the orange juice to finish off his drink. “This is too easy.”
Taehyung tastes his drink, reaches for the vodka again before facing Jeongguk. He leads their way out of the kitchen again, a smirk playing on his lips. “Yeah? I should probably tell you, then.”
“Tell me what?”
Jeongguk falters, nearly tripping over his own feet as the plug fucking vibrates, the sensation making him flinch, torn between getting away from the stimulation and getting more. As quickly as it comes, it disappears and Jeongguk’s left staring up at Taehyung with wide eyes and a slack jaw.
“Keep it to yourself, Gukie,” Taehyung says around a laugh. He pulls the remote out of his pocket, briefly showing it to Jeongguk before shoving it back out of sight. It’s a reminder, but Jeongguk’s mind has gone blank, arousal making his skin all warm and tingly. Taehyung was enjoying this way too much, but then again Jeongguk wasn’t anywhere close to complaining. “Come on, the others are waiting.”
Taehyung waits until they rejoin their previous small circle of friends before turning the plug back on. Jeongguk jolts, glaring at Taehyung’s profile, but that only succeeds in Taehyung turning the power up, the plug still nestled against Jeongguk’s prostate, and it takes everything in his power not to interrupt Irene with a moan.
Jeongguk tries, he really fucking tries to focus, but there’s sweat beading at his temple and his breathing is shallower, vision a little blurry as he tries to pay attention. The music fades to the back of his mind, his attention focused almost entirely on Taehyung’s left hand, held innocently in his pocket.
“Jeongguk?” Bogum says, laying a comforting hand on Jeongguk’s arm. He nearly jumps out of skin at the contact. “You feeling okay, man?”
“Yeah,” Jeongguk says, wincing at the hoarseness to his voice. He tries again, “Yeah. I’m fine.”
Taehyung hooks his chin onto Jeongguk’s shoulder. “You sure, hot stuff? You’re burning up.”
Jeongguk shrugs him off. Taehyung turns up the vibrations another level, and Jeongguk has to try very, very hard not to let his next words come out as a whine. “I’m sure Tae.”
At some point, Bogum suggests heading outside for some clear air and Taehyung drapes himself along Jeongguk’s back as they walk. At least he turns off the plug, giving Jeongguk a chance to breathe and clear his head while everyone arranges chairs around one of the fire pits in the backyard. There aren’t enough chairs, Taehyung taking a seat on Jeongguk’s lap instead, squeezing one of his thighs with an appreciative sigh.
“How’s the team looking this year, Jeongguk?” Yerim asks from across the fire.
Jeongguk props his weight with his hands behind him as Taehyung fidgets a little to get comfortable, his ass rubbing dangerously close to where Jeongguk’s already straining against his jeans from the pressure on his prostate. At least he doesn’t have to worry about pulling his hoodie down every few seconds to hide it with Taehyung blocking the view.
“You’re a cheerleader, right?” Jeongguk answers, finally recognizing her as one of the girls in front of the stands while they play. She nods. “Well, we’ve got a winning record so far. I’m hoping we can go farther in the championships this year than the school’s done in a while-”
His words choke off as Taehyung hits the plug again, the new angle forcing it to stay digging into Jeongguk’s prostate, the pleasure nearly overwhelming. He curses, pressing his forehead against Taehyung’s back. This is the highest setting Taehyung’s used so far.
“Are you sure you’re okay, Guk?” That’s Namjoon. “You’re sweating more than usual.”
“I’m good,” Jeongguk grits out, his eyes squeezed shut. “Hyung’s just really heavy.”
Their friends seem to realize that Jeongguk’s going to remain shit at conversation, at least for a while, and go back to stories. Yoongi wanders over after a few minutes, Jimin swaying on his arm. He’s taking Jimin home, Yoongi says over the music, confirming that Jeongguk had a ride home before the two of them were heading out.
Jeongguk’s entire body feels like one big fever, his skin sweaty and his breathing unsteady from the near constant vibrations from the plug. His pants are uncomfortably tight, but with the hard plastic of the chair and Taehyung’s weight settled on his lap, Jeongguk can’t move, can’t do anything but take however much Taehyung chooses to give him. His thoughts are starting to fog over, brain muddled to anything except Taehyung, his aching dick, and the fingers fiddling with the remote.
Jeongguk whines low in Taehyung’s ear, too quiet to be heard over the music. Taehyung’s lips turn up in a grin.
“Jeongguk? Hey, Jeongguk?”
His entire body jolts, having slumped nearly entirely onto Taehyung to take the pleasure. It’s Namjoon again, staring at him expectantly. It takes him too long to find his voice again. “S-sorry. I missed that. What- what’s up?”
“I asked how your history test went this week.”
Taehyung tuts and pinches the skin of Jeongguk’s thigh between his fingers. “It’s not nice to ignore your hyungs, Gukie.”
“R-right, I know. It went- ah- it went well, I think.”
“That’s good.” Namjoon’s staring at him with a furrowed brow, and Jeongguk’s mind clears enough to feel the slightest bit of panic. What if Namjoon knows? “Keep me posted, yeah?”
Taehyung runs his fingers through Jeongguk’s hair, tightening his grip at the back of his neck to bring Jeongguk’s gaze to his own. His eyes shine with laughter, lips struggling not to turn up so obviously. “Hey, Jeongguk.”
God, he was screwed.
When Taehyung lets him go, Jeongguk props his chin on Taehyung’s shoulder, panting lightly. Fuck, he’s going to come. He’s going to come in his pants like a fifteen year old without even touching his dick, all because Taehyung won’t let up on the damn toy. Hesitantly, Jeongguk lays his palms on Taehyung’s hips, gripping a little desperately.
“Tae,” he gasps, trying to keep his voice down. “Tae, please. I can’t hold on.”
Taehyung hums, tracing the veins on Jeongguk’s hand with his finger. “Not time to leave yet, baby boy.”
“Please,” Jeongguk whines as he shifts, the plug sinking deeper into him. “Hyung, I can’t. I’m- shit- I’m so close. Want you in me, wanna feel your thick cock so deep, I need it, hyung-”
Taehyung is tense on Jeongguk’s lap, the fire throwing his sharp features into shadows. He can’t be sure, but Jeongguk thinks he sees Taehyung’s gaze darken, thinks the way he stops twirling the remote is a good sign.
“Upstairs bathroom, baby. Go.”
Jeongguk has to hold his hoodie over his crotch as he goes, looking over his shoulder once to watch as Taehyung relaxes back into the chair, waving his hand dismissively as someone asks if Jeongguk was okay. The house is still crowded as Jeongguk shoves his way back inside, head down and cheeks burning. But he likes it, he thinks, the heat to his cheeks knowing that Taehyung’s the only person who knows why Jeongguk is like this.
Thankfully, there’s no one in the bathroom upstairs when Jeongguk finally reaches it, slumping against the door once it’s closed. Taehyung hasn’t let up on the vibrations, keeping them low enough that Jeongguk focuses too hard on them. Just light enough for him to feel them, but not enough to do anything for him.
And Taehyung makes him wait. It can’t be more than five minutes, but it feels like a damn eternity that Jeongguk is alone in the bathroom, pacing the floor and debating whether to stick a hand down his pants.
When the vibrations suddenly shut off, a knock and a quiet, “Gukie?” echo in the room. Jeongguk whips open the door to grab a handful of Taehyung’s shirt and pull him inside quickly, backing him against the door.
Jeongguk surges forward for a kiss, cursing again when Taehyung keeps him at bay with a finger against his lips, his other hand gripping Jeongguk’s bicep. “No matter what, baby, I’m making you come twice when we get back to my place.” Jeongguk swears he gets even harder at that, all of his breath leaving him in a needy whimper. “So you can choose. Come right here in this bathroom, and twice later. Or only later.”
Jeongguk doesn’t think that’s fair, doesn’t think it’s fair at all as Taehyung briefly presses his palm to Jeongguk’s clothed length, laughing quietly when Jeongguk’s hips buck forward. He waits as Jeongguk struggles to find words, stroking his thumbs along the skin of Jeongguk’s hipbones. Whine quietly, Jeongguk pouts at Taehyung. No dice.
Hanging his head, Jeongguk whispers, “I really wanna come.”
“What was that?” Taehyung teases, his hands suddenly tight on Jeongguk’s hips, jerking him forward so he can press a thigh between both of Jeongguk’s legs. Jeongguk chokes on a moan. “Gotta tell hyung what you want, baby.”
“I want to come!”
“All you had to do was ask.”
With quick precision, Taehyung flips their positions so Jeongguk is the one with his shoulders digging into the door, and drops to his knees before Jeongguk can blink. Taehyung only goes so far as to tug Jeongguk’s pants down to his mid thigh, immediately tonguing at the slit of his cock.
“Oh- fuck-” Jeongguk nearly collapses, his head banging against the door with a thump. He whimpers as Taehyung presses kittenish kisses to his tip, his hands strong on Jeongguk’s thighs. “Fuck, hyung- please-”
Taehyung’s blowjobs are sloppy, too much spit and tongue and Jeongguk fucking loves it. Loves the way Taehyung looks as he swallows down Jeongguk’s cock, glancing up at him with dark, deep eyes while Jeongguk shivers and shakes beneath his fingers. He aches to thrust into the wet, warm heat of Taehyung’s mouth, moans spilling from his lips as Taehyung takes him deeper, nose nestled against the flat planes of Jeongguk’s lower belly. When he pulls off for a second to breathe, there’s a thick string of saliva connecting Taehyung’s bottom lip to his tip before Taehyung’s leaning in again to lick the fat bead of precum from his cock.
He’s close already, so far on edge that he can barely find the words to warn Taehyung. The words come with Taehyung swallowing around his dick again, a jumbled, “Fuck- shit fuck, hyung- close, gonna, ah, gonna come-” And Taehyung doesn’t try to quiet him, gives Jeongguk no reminders that the music isn’t as loud on the second floor, that if anyone’s walking by at the moment they’ll surely hear Jeongguk moaning Taehyung’s name, hear the way his voice catches when his tip hits the back of Taehyung’s throat, must recognize that Jeongguk’s too far gone to heed the warning, anyway.
Taehyung grips the back of Jeongguk’s thighs, slipping a finger between his cheeks to touch the end of the plug and Jeongguk comes down the back of Taehyung’s throat, hard. His voice breaks on a moan of Taehyung’s name, nearly sobbing when Taehyung doesn’t pull off right away, licking at the head of Jeongguk’s cock until Jeongguk weakly tries to push him away.
Pressing a chaste kiss to Jeongguk’s thigh, Taehyung asks, “Good?”
Jeongguk’s chest is heaving, breath difficult to come by in the tiny bathroom. His head flops back as Taehyung stands, sweaty hair falling into his eyes.
“Yeah, hyung. Real fucking good.”
“Good to hear, baby.” Jeongguk moves to pull his pants back up, but Taehyung makes a noise of dissent and stands. “Wait, turn around for me?”
Jeongguk does, a confused furrow to his brow as Taehyung spreads his cheeks, hands big and strong on his skin. “Tae?”
“So pretty,” Taehyung murmurs, stroking his fingers over the base of the plug and making Jeongguk shiver, sensitive. “So, so pretty for me, baby.”
“Tae,” Jeongguk whines, quiet. “Hyung, you promised.”
“What did I promise, Gukie?”
He lets go of Jeongguk’s ass, giving him room to get his pants back in place. Taehyung’s hard in his own pants, and Jeongguk feels a pleased smile on his lips. He did that. Still, Taehyung is waiting for an answer, his thumb smoothing over Jeongguk’s bottom lip where he’d bitten himself a little too hard.
Jeongguk’s voice is a whisper, “Promised you’d make me come twice.”
“You’re so shy tonight, baby,” Taehyung giggles, crowding into Jeongguk’s personal space. He smells like flowers, like flowers and something distinctly Taehyung as he nuzzles his nose against Jeongguk’s neck. “Is it the plug, Jeongguk? Scared someone will see you and know I’ve got you stuffed so good? Know that I have the remote?”
He squirms, body alight with anticipation and warm lust. “Fuck, you’re gonna make me hard again.”
“Just- fuck. Can we go? I want you in me.”
Taehyung presses a quick kiss to Jeongguk’s neck. “Mm, let’s go, baby. You’ve earned your reward.”
They’re at the front door, Taehyung shrugging on the jacket he’d brought- not even bothering to hide the bulge in the front of his jeans, though Jeongguk doubts anyone nearby is sober enough to notice- when Jeongguk remembers,
“Wait, Tae, what about the others? I just disappeared-”
Taehyung pushes the hair out of Jeongguk’s eyes, small smile in place. “Don’t worry. I told them you’d gotten sick. We’re in the clear, babe.”
“Yoongi hyung took Jimin back to our place,” Jeongguk says, standing in the driveway. “Why’s you’re apartment so fucking far away? I don’t think the buses are running.”
“Relax, you big baby. I drove here.”
Jeongguk likes watching Taehyung drive, the curve of his knuckles against the steering wheel intoxicating in the passing streetlight. Taehyung swears he’s good, that he only had one full drink and that buzz wore off long ago, and now he hums quietly to the radio as he drives them back to his place.
He’s fidgety the entire drive back, squirming around in his seat and hyperaware of the plug still nestled deep in his ass. Taehyung keeps a strong hand on Jeongguk’s thigh the entire time, squeezing sometimes when Jeongguk makes those needy noises he likes so much.
“Fuckin’- I can’t.”
Jeongguk wraps his arms around Taehyung’s waist as he unlocks the door, grinding for just a little bit of relief. He’s already hard again thanks to Taehyung’s work with the plug, and God, he just wants to come, wants Taehyung’s fingers or his mouth, wants Taehyung’s lips against his as he cries, coming so hard his head spins with the pleasure.
Inside, Taehyung doesn’t waste any time with bullshit foreplay, and though Jeongguk’s heart threatens to abandon ship right there in the living room as Taehyung leads him further into the apartment, he has to admit he misses getting shoved against the door and kissed until he can’t breathe. Taehyung locks the door, waits for half a second, and unlocks it. Jeongguk feels his face heat up again.
“Strip.” Taehyung says, looks surprised to see Jeongguk’s still dressed when he turns around. “On the bed. Come on, baby, I thought you wanted to get lucky?”
He does, fuck, Jeongguk really does.
He strips quickly, chucking his hoodie somewhere and his shoes into a pile of clothes Jeongguk is entirely sure haven’t been washed in a year. But it doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter that Jeongguk almost trips as he’s working off his jeans or that he falls eagerly onto the bed as soon as he’s got his boxers off. Taehyung- Taehyung just watches, leaning against the doorframe with a familiar look in his eye, the look that promises Jeongguk isn’t going to remember his name at the end of this night.
“What’s my reward, hyung?” Jeongguk asks, laying himself out for Taehyung, (and maybe avoiding the spot he knows can’t possibly still be wet. “Haven’t I been good?”
Taehyung may have a better poker face, but he can’t hide the obvious tent in his pants or the way Jeongguk’s words or his body, strung out and eagerly awaiting him, affect him. Taehyung taps Jeongguk’s thigh, fully clothed and standing straight above Jeongguk.
“Hands and knees, baby. Still green?”
Taehyung settles on the bed behind Jeongguk, settles one hand on the small of Jeongguk’s back, the other pressing steadily on the back of his neck until Jeongguk’s resting his weight on his crossed arms. Taking this opportunity, Taehyung strokes his palm along the expanse of Jeongguk’s back, sighing wistfully as he goes.
But Jeongguk squirms under the touch, his cock hanging hard and heavy between his legs. He knows Taehyung sometimes goes for begging, but Jeongguk doesn’t know yet if that’s something that’ll get him what he wants tonight. When Taehyung trails his fingers over the base of the plug Jeongguk’s hips jerk, his skin warm and hairline sweaty, more than a little desperate for more of a touch.
“H-hyung-” Jeongguk arches at the press of Taehyung’s lips just above his ass, wonders if he’ll get Taehyung’s mouth again. “Hyung- please.”
Taehyung hums and pulls back just enough for Jeongguk to notice the change in warmth, vocalizing his discontent with another whine. “Remember what I said, Gukie? In the bathroom? Are you good?”
“Yes, hyung. Fuck- come on-”
“Be good for me.”
With that, Taehyung presses a button on the remote and the unforgiving vibrations assault Jeongguk’s inner walls again, his entire body jerking as a mix between a cry and a moan spill from Jeongguk’s lips. And Taehyung is no help, kissing along the knobs of Jeongguk’s spine and letting the vibrator go, letting Jeongguk struggle to hold himself up because it’s not enough, he wants more; he needs it.
Then Taehyung’s hands are on Jeongguk’s ass, spreading his cheeks before he drags the plug out far enough for the flared middle to catch on Jeongguk’s rim only to harshly shove the toy back in, directly against Jeongguk’s prostate.
He picks up a pace that leaves Jeongguk breathless, his head spinning wildly as he moans into the mattress, gripping the sheets between his fingers. And Jeongguk can’t keep still, rocking his hips back in an attempt to get Taehyung to go deeper, to fuck him harder and let him come.
“Fuck- fuck, hyung, feels so good. So deep,” Jeongguk babbles, hair sweaty and sticking to the skin above his eyes. “Feel so good inside me-”
“Yeah?” Taehyung laughs quiet and calm. It’s a jarring juxtaposition, one that has Jeongguk reeling. His lips hover near Jeongguk’s ear, tongue dipping out to trace the shell of Jeongguk’s ear, blowing cool air to hear him choke on a moan. “Yeah, you like this baby boy? Like the way hyung fucks you- like it when I fuck you with this? I bet you wish this were my tongue, or my fingers reaching so deep inside you, huh?”
Jeongguk answers with another moan, hips dropping closer to the mattress in search of friction, because while Taehyung’s inexplicably skilled at abusing Jeongguk’s prostate, he’s also infuriatingly good at never giving Jeongguk enough. Knows how to string Jeongguk’s body like a bow, keep his back arched and his cheeks flushed; his mind hazy until the only thing he can remember is how to beg to come.
But Taehyung catches him with an arm wrapped around his waist, keeping Jeongguk elevated off the mattress, voice low and alluring in his ear, breathing harsh. “Touch yourself if you want to come that badly.” Jeongguk reaches for his cock, nearly sobbing with the promise of release just on the horizon, but a disappointed tut in his ear has him stopping just shy of his heat.
“Hyung-” Jeongguk chokes, wets his lips and tries to think straight even as Taehyung fucks him harder with the toy. “C-Can I touch myself, please? Please, Tae- I’ve been good-”
“Go ahead, baby.”
Jeongguk’s hand is on his dick before Taehyung even finishes, focusing on his tip for a split second before he jerks himself off in earnest, pushing back against the plug and Taehyung’s ministrations and fucking into the tight ring of his fingers. His orgasm washes over him suddenly, before Jeongguk can think to warn Taehyung, coming with a shout of Taehyung’s name all over the sheets.
Taehyung fucks him through it, through Jeongguk’s meaningless, “so good, hyung- fuck- fuck me, too much- don’t stop-shit-” until Jeongguk all but collapses, taking care to help him avoid the wet spot as he rolls Jeongguk onto his back.
He blinks his eyes open and then Taehyung is kissing him languidly, resting his weight on Jeongguk’s chest, his fingers tracing the curve of Jeongguk’s cheek and pushing the sweaty hair from his face. Jeongguk sighs, soaking up the attention and nearly missing the way Taehyung slips the plug from Jeongguk’s ass, tossing it somewhere onto the floor.
“That’s unsanitary, hyung,” Jeongguk says, words trailing into a gasp at the hickey Taehyung sucks just below his ear.
“Sorry, princess. I’ll wash it before I put it back in your pretty ass next time.” He tries to suppress the shiver that courses his veins at the promise of next time, but judging by the way Taehyung’s eyes widen evilly, he doesn’t do a very good job.
“You’re so bitter for a dude that just got off twice. Meanwhile,” Taehyung grinds against Jeongguk’s hip, cock hard and straining behind his jeans. “Some of us poor souls are still suffering here.”
Jeongguk musters enough energy to prop his head onto his arm, enjoying the way Taehyung looks as he stares up at him. “You’re the one who decided I’d come three times, Tae.”
“Never said you had to go first,” Taehyung teases, runs his fingers along the divots of Jeongguk’s stomach. He’d asked once, what Taehyung’s fascination was with Jeongguk’s body. Taehyung had shrugged, one hand beneath Jeongguk’s shirt on the couch, and distracted him with a blowjob before Jeongguk could think to press the matter. “You could return the favor, baby. Sixty-nine it up in this bitch!”
“I’m kidding. Mostly.” Taehyung grins, wicked intent burning bright in his eyes. Despite the fatigue Jeongguk can feel in his bones, his blood stirs, his body eager for Taehyung’s touch yet again. “But while we wait for Jeonggukie Junior, come suck daddy off.”
“I will leave.”
Taehyung snorts, rolling over and patting his thighs. “Come on, baby.”
Jeongguk follows, of course he does, his arms and legs a little weak as he crawls over to Taehyung. He undoes Taehyung’s jeans, pulling them down just enough to press his face into the front of Taehyung’s boxers, soaked with precum already, to mouth along his clothed length. Taehyung moans appreciatively, threading his fingers through Jeongguk’s hair as he trails his tongue along the outline of Taehyung’s dick, to the sliver of skin peeking from below his sweater, and back again.
“Gukie, don’t tease.” There’s no malice to his tone, but Jeongguk hears the underlying command all too well.
He hurries to pull down Taehyung’s boxers, too eager to get on with it to think about properly undressing Taehyung. Jeongguk wastes no time in wrapping his lips around Taehyung’s cock, moaning at the feel of him, hot and heavy, on his tongue.
“Fuck,” Jeongguk sighs, pulling off briefly to press fleeting kisses to the tip. “Love your cock, hyung. So pretty, shit.”
“Yeah? Looks even better between your pretty lips.”
Jeongguk holds Taehyung’s hips down as he swallows down Taehyung’s cock, breathing heavily through his nose as he takes more. Taehyung’s hand stays in Jeongguk’s hair, not demanding anything, but stays as a heavy weight on the back of Jeongguk’s head. A reminder. Jeongguk knows he could hold Taehyung down if he really wanted to, keep his hyung in place as he had his way, kissing and teasing and sucking Taehyung off until he was begging for a reprieve, but with Taehyung’s murmured praise, his words of encouragement, and his hand slowly tightening around the strands of Jeongguk’s hair, those thoughts were nothing more than a blur.
“So good, baby boy. Look so good taking my cock, lips so pretty.” Jeongguk sucks harder at the praise, determined to show that he is good, that he can make Taehyung feel good.
He’s close, Jeongguk can tell. Can recognize the signs- the quivering thighs, rapid and unsteady breathing, and how his praise slows down just a little bit. Jeongguk pulls off his cock, nuzzling Taehyung’s thigh.
“Hyung,” he whines, abruptly aware of his own movements- grinding sloppily against the bed- and tries to convey this as best he can. “Hyung, Taehyung- want you. Want you to fuck me, make me feel good- please-”
Taehyung runs his fingers along the skin behind Jeongguk’s ear, a shiver following the movement. “Of course. Anything for my good boy, yeah?” Jeongguk nods, forehead sweaty against Jeongguk’s skin. “How do you want it?”
Taehyung doesn’t always let Jeongguk pick- at least not this many times during the night- and his head spins a little as he tries to think of what he wants most. “Let me-? Can I ride you?”
“Yeah. Fuck, yeah.”
Scooting up the bed, Jeongguk follows as Taehyung sits up against the headboard, pausing for only a second to strip his jeans and boxers the rest of the way off, his sweater following soon after. Jeongguk grabs the lube and a condom from the drawer before he settles.
“Hyung, I’m good- I’m ready-”
“Shh, baby. Hyung doesn’t want to hurt you.”
Jeongguk straddles Taehyung’s thighs, legs shaking a little as he watches Taehyung coat his fingers with lube, waiting one, two, three seconds before he pushes two fingers into Jeongguk’s hole, scissoring them. He keeps his hands on Taehyung’s neck, eyes focused on Taehyung’s cock, red and spit-slicked. Enticing.
“Hyung,” Jeongguk whines, impatience bleeding into his tone as Taehyung takes his damn time with three fingers. “Hyung- fuck, Tae, come on, just fuck me-”
“God, you’re foul,” Taehyung laughs, wipes the extra lube on Jeongguk’s thigh. Jeongguk grimaces, plans to use Taehyung’s nice sweater to clean it off. “Do I need to remind you who’s in charge, baby boy? Take you over my knee?” Jeongguk whimpers at that, his body slumping that much farther against Taehyung’s. “Oh? Good to know.”
“Gonna have to make me, Gukie.”
Jeongguk glares at him, the effect lost as he struggles for a moment to unwrap the condom. When he finally gets the condom rolled over Taehyung’s cock, he taps Taehyung’s wrist, shivering a little as he clenches around nothing. Taehyung wraps his big hands around Jeongguk’s hips, making him shiver again as he sinks down on Taehyung’s cock.
“Fuck,” Jeongguk drawls, Taehyung’s hands on him forcing him to take it slow when he wants nothing more than to feel Taehyung deep within him. “So good, Tae- love… ah, love your cock-”
Taehyung curses as Jeongguk seats himself fully on his lap, his fingers squeezing tight enough to bruise skin. Jeongguk drops his forehead onto Taehyung’s shoulder, shivering as he waits, waits for Taehyung to press a little kiss to his cheek and whisper, “Go ahead, baby.”
It’s a struggle for Jeongguk to lift himself off Taehyung’s lap, to grind down on his cock without losing himself, but he can feel Taehyung so deep within him, his tip brushing against Jeongguk’s abused prostate with every thrust. His pace falters more often than not, his lips open on moans and cries of Taehyung’s name, choking on a sob when Taehyung grips his waist, forces him to sit up properly.
“Come on, baby, you can do better than that.”
Jeongguk snarls, sucking a harsh hickey onto Taehyung’s neck as he bounces harder, pulls nearly all the way off Taehyung’s cock before sinking back down, repeating the movement on weak, unstable legs. “Fuck- fuck you.”
“Little late for that,” Taehyung chuckles, draws Jeongguk’s earrings between his teeth. Subconsciously, Jeongguk’s head falls to the side, the marks Taehyung had left the last time they were together already fading from his skin. Taehyung takes the bait, supporting Jeongguk’s movement as he sucks a string of hickeys down the column of Jeongguk’s neck.
Jeongguk grips Taehyung’s shoulders tighter, doesn’t have the energy after two orgasms to keep his previous pace, and instead focuses on grinding down onto Taehyung’s cock.
But it seems Taehyung has different plans. His hands move from drawing patterns along Jeongguk’s chest and clenching stomach to his hips again, holding Jeongguk steady as he thrusts harshly into him. Jeongguk loses himself, wraps his arms around Taehyung’s shoulders to hold on, and filthily moans right against Taehyung’s ear.
“So fucking tight, baby boy,” Taehyung’s hissing, saying to Jeongguk’s slick skin. “God, you’re a fucking dream to fuck. Anyone ever tell you that?” Jeongguk shakes his head, voice catching on a moan as Taehyung angles his thrusts to hit his prostate each time. “They should, make sure they do next time. Better yet, I’ll say it all the time.”
“Hyung,” Jeongguk groans, tries to match pace but finds his legs won’t cooperate anymore. “Tae- I’m so close-”
“Could fuck you all day, baby. Till the sun goes down and you can’t walk. Till you’re crying and forgotten what you’re begging for.” Taehyung’s hips snap into his, Jeongguk falling nearly boneless against his chest, his cock trapped between their bodies.
“Gonna come?” Taehyung licks a stripe along where he can reach of Jeongguk’s neck, snickers at the tightening of Jeongguk’s shoulders. “Gonna come just from how well hyung is fucking you? Just from a cock in your pretty ass?”
Jeongguk cries out, nails scrabbling at Taehyung’s neck. He can’t even follow anymore, just knows that he’s close. He’s close, needs Taehyung to let him come before the exhaustion wins or his erection literally kills him.
“Come on, baby. Come for hyung, come all over yourself.”
Jeongguk does, comes so hard Taehyung has to stop moving, his body arching nearly out of Taehyung’s hold as he cries out, clenching harshly and drawing Taehyung’s orgasm from him with a startled moan of Jeongguk’s name. There’s not as much come this time, Jeongguk’s body spent as he shivers through the aftershocks, breathing heavily into Taehyung’s shoulder as Taehyung whispers quiet praises and rubs circles into Jeongguk’s hips with his thumbs.
“So good for me, baby. Jeonggukie, so good.”
It’s with gentle hands that Taehyung helps Jeongguk onto his back, pulling out slowly and tossing the condom into the waste bucket by the bed.
“Was that my reward?” Jeongguk blurts, disrupting the hazily pleasant silence. “The choosing?”
Taehyung lies beside him, drawing his finger through the pool of cum cooling on Jeongguk’s abdomen. “Could be, if you want. I’d honestly only thought of punishments.” Jeongguk nearly groans at that. “Think of a reward you want and let me know, yeah?”
“Yeah,” Jeongguk chokes out. “Yeah, sounds good.”
Taehyung murmurs a quiet, “Wait here,” before he’s gone, and the water in the bathroom is running. Jeongguk, shivering, pulls the nearest blanket over his chest as his head comes back to him slowly, a goofy grin adorning his lips.
“Oh, fuck you. That’s my favorite blanket,” Taehyung says as he walks back into the room, handing Jeongguk a large glass of water. He lets Jeongguk finish it before he gets to wrestling the blanket away from Jeongguk’s grip. “Fuck- Jeonggukie, let me clean you off.”
“Your fault for fucking me here, hyung.”
“Aren’t people supposed to be more pleasant after coming their brains out?”
Jeongguk smirks, leans his body into Taehyung’s touch as he’s cleaned. “Guess I’m just special.”
He’s cold now, shivering a little without the blankets. Reaching over the side of the bed, Jeongguk starts feebly feeling for his clothes, humming as Taehyung hands him one of his oversized sweatshirts that looks magnificently less oversized on Jeongguk’s frame.
Taehyung pulls on a pair of sweats, watches as Jeongguk hops back into his boxers and jeans from the bed, looking satisfied and fucked out, exactly how Jeongguk is feeling. “Eat this,” he says, as Jeongguk’s pulling on his Timberlands. Taehyung holds out the granola bar, lets Jeongguk take bites from it as he ties the laces, body thrumming nicely with the remnants of pleasure.
His hair is unsalvageable; a mess atop his head, and Jeongguk gives up after a minute of trying to flatten it. “You gotta stop being so rough on my hair,” Jeongguk says in the living room, Taehyung leaning effortlessly beautiful against the wall. “Last week Jimin hyung asked if I had been attacked by birds.”
Taehyung makes no such promise. “Not staying the night?”
“Nah,” Jeongguk says. He never does, not matter how much he wants another warm body in his bed, arms around his frame. “Jimin will be wondering where I am if I’m not back in the morning. You know he’s absolutely useless by himself with a hangover.”
“That he is,” Taehyung agrees, grinning. “You could tell him, you know.”
“And deal with his romanticist ass all day and night? Hard pass, hyung.”
“Do you enjoy being this difficult?”
“Little bit, yeah.” Jeongguk doesn’t add the part about how being difficult usually results in his face pushed into the mattress, Taehyung spitting filth in his ear from behind.
Taehyung grabs his keys from the TV stand. “I’ll drive you back to your dorm.”
“You don’t have to.”
“It’s dark, Jeonggukie, and you said yourself that the buses aren’t running.”
“It’s not that far,” Jeongguk says, grinning sheepishly at the unamused glare he receives in return. “Well, I did Taekwondo. I can protect myself.”
“Good. I like my men alive with pretty faces.”
Jeongguk snorts, exhaustion weighing heavy on his bones. He wants nothing more than to fall face first into Taehyung’s couch, to sleep the night and most of tomorrow away- preferably with Taehyung settled somewhere close by. “You’re weird, hyung. See you around?”
“That you will. I’m still waiting to know the number of shots.”
Jeongguk blushes bright red, all but slams the door behind him on Taehyung’s infuriating laugh, his call to, “Text me when you’re home!” and makes a note to keep his phone off the next few times he gets drunk.
Jimin is asleep, predictably, when Jeongguk gets back to their dorm room. Ever the best roommate, Jeongguk sets out a bottle of water and several aspirin, giving up on a shower for himself before falling into his bed.
Call me daddy
Taehyung attends his first basketball game and Jeongguk finally thinks of a reward
Where are you
I’m in class
Not an emergency sorry hyung
And hiding in your closet
Why are you in my closet
I stopped by to fuck
Then Jiminie came back with someone
Ask to join I have a basketball game
How clean are your socks
don’t u fuckin dare
Jeongguk doesn’t get a response for the rest of his literature class, but that’s not for lack of trying. He sends at least twelve more messages in the last half of his class, hiding his phone behind the book they’re analyzing and prays that Taehyung joined Jimin with his hookup because Jeongguk can’t afford to do laundry for the rest of the week. He does get a selfie with about thirty seconds left in the period of Taehyung and Jimin, thumbs up and grins matching, but he can’t tell if they’re mutual post-orgasm glows or ‘I just came in your roommate’s sock’ glows.
He doesn’t have much time to dwell on it, though. As soon as class ends Jeongguk heads to the gym on the other side of campus to change and gather his things for his game a few provinces over. The bus is late but the spot next to Yoongi on the curb is open.
“Nervous?” Jeongguk asks, sitting on his hoodie.
“Nah.” Yoongi’s running through beats on his phone, offers a headphone to Jeongguk to kill time. “As long as you don’t fuck up your dunks we should be fine. It’s not a conference game, anyway.”
“If we don’t win I’ll strangle a first year.”
“Then I’ll strangle you.”
Jeongguk leans back, the afternoon is cool but not unbearable. “Fuck.”
“Just have Taehyung strangle you.”
Jeongguk visibly jerks, staring at Yoongi’s profile with wide eyes. Yoongi’s grinning, scrolling through his phone as if nothing had happened. “How did you-?”
“You two aren’t subtle,” Yoongi says, biting at the corner of his lip to suppress his smile. Jeongguk kinda wants to use his fingers to move Yoongi’s lips back into that blank look. “Disappearing together at parties or that time in the bathroom when Seokjin invited you over for dinner. Plus, Namjoon is Taehyung’s roommate and Taehyung tells him everything.”
“Yes, even that time you did it on his bed.”
Jeongguk lies back on the concrete, covers his eyes with his crossed arms. Maybe if he wills it hard enough this entire conversation will have never happened. He sighs, the earphone falling from his ear as he nudges Yoongi’s ankle with his foot. “As long as Jimin doesn’t know, it’s fine I guess.”
Yoongi frowns. “Jimin’s had plenty of no-strings-attached hookups, Guk. I don’t know why you think this would matter to him.”
“His best friend with his roommate? His self-proclaimed ‘Busan Buddy’? Hyung, he’d try to set us up.”
“Mm, and relationships are terrible.”
The bus pulls up a little too close to the curb and Jeongguk shoves himself further onto the sidewalk to avoid his feet being run over, the conversation topic being dropped in favor of loading equipment and players onto the bus. The team they’re playing isn’t the university’s official rival, but there’s always something about playing this team that gets everyone fired up, and the bus is loud as it leaves campus. Jeongguk takes the aisle seat next to Yoongi, lets Yoongi nap on his shoulder in return for sharing headphones on the way there.
Jeongguk’s just about to try to take a nap himself when his phone buzzes with messages.
Where do u keep ur windex
Jimins high and wants to clean
Which includes laundry
Ur lucky day
What are you wearing
Basketball shorts and a hoodie, yoongi’s drool on my shoulder
One day I’m gonna make u sext for real
Excited for the game?
Hungry for this dick
Jeongguk ends up sneaking a granola bar from Yoongi’s back, pocketing his phone as the gymnasium comes into view and he has to wake Yoongi up by poking him repeatedly in the stomach. It earns him a kick to the shin, but Jeongguk’s laughing as he leaves the bus, the familiar thrum of adrenaline and anticipation sitting nicely in his stomach. Inside, there’s music blaring from the speakers as the home team runs their warm up drills, moving to one side of the court as Jeongguk’s team arrives.
He gets lost in it all, hood up as he practices free throws and tries to match Yoongi’s threes. There are some cheers when he starts practicing his dunks, hair sweaty and falling into his eyes but Jeongguk feels good. Yoongi throws a basketball at him when he gets a little too flashy with his layup but he hasn’t missed a shot yet and the team is looking good, the bleachers filling with both home and away colors, the buzzer sounding for the game to start and Jeongguk chucks off his hoodie, adjusting his jersey as he takes his place on the court.
It’s easy to spot his friends in the crowd. Jimin’s holding the giant picture of Jeongguk’s face and Hoseok is holding one of Yoongi’s, Namjoon is there with Seokjin at his side and Taehyung is helping Jimin hold another sign. Jeongguk knows for a fact that Taehyung has never been to a basketball game, but there he is, hollering and wearing three streaks of face paint just below his eyes with the oddest group of friends Jeongguk has ever seen.
But he ignores the noise, ignores the goddam air horn Jimin’s using, (he got kicked out because of it once, why he continues to bring it Jeongguk will never know) and focuses on the ball, sitting innocently in the ref’s hands as the teams gather around for tip-off.
Everything fades to background noise as the ref tosses the ball and Yugyeom tips it in his direction, and Jeongguk runs, making a break for the basket only to chuck the ball behind himself as he jumps. It falls easily into Yoongi’s waiting hands, and he opens the game with a three.
And Jeongguk plays.
The thrill of victory is tangible in the locker room after the final buzzer sounds, Jeongguk’s team having come back from being down by almost fifteen points at the half to win it by three. Jeongguk had gotten fouled on a dunk, those points tying the game enough to give Yoongi the opening to go off, making and calling plays and feeding Jeongguk an alley-oop to end things.
He’d poured Gatorade down Yoongi’s shirt in celebration, and even Yoongi was too excited to retaliate properly, slapping the back of Jeongguk’s head as the team jogged into the locker room to change, whooping and cheering and knocking each other against the lockers.
“Bus will be here in thirty,” their coach is saying, a huge smile on his own face. “Don’t forget anything and remember to clean up your trash.”
In the shower cubicle, Jeongguk stands with his head under the spray of water, smile a little too wide. His teammates are still cheering, some making plans to head to the after party once they’re all back on campus. Jeongguk’s muscles are sore and he needs an ice wrap for his knee, but nothing could bring him down from this high.
Jeongguk whirls around, a surprised noise ripping from his throat as the flimsy curtain to this stall is pulled back and Taehyung quickly slips inside. He’s grinning, stands close to the curtain to avoid the spray of the shower despite only wearing his boxers and Jeongguk wants to fucking kick him.
“What the hell are you doing, Tae?” Jeongguk tries to sound angry, but Taehyung’s giving him that look he saves for quickies in supplies closets, like he wants to break Jeongguk down and build him right back up.
Taehyung shrugs, moves a little closer to curl his hands over Jeongguk’s hips. Jeongguk notices that he’s scrubbed off the face paint. “Congratulating you. Duh.”
“In a shower cubicle.”
“Didn’t know you were such a damn princess. Come on, Gukie.” Taehyung nuzzles against Jeongguk’s neck, presses soft kisses to the damp skin there. “I never properly finished earlier.”
“What about my sock-?”
But Taehyung kisses him before Jeongguk can finish his question, slots his lips onto Jeongguk’s and kisses like it’s the only thing he’s needed for days. He backs Jeongguk to the nearest wall, the spray of the water warm against their skin as Taehyung shoves a leg between Jeongguk’s thighs. Jeongguk doesn’t have the willpower to push the previous subject anymore, twisting one hand into Taehyung’s hair and the other curling over his shoulder, pulling him closer as Taehyung jostles him into a better position.
When Jeongguk breaks the kiss to breathe Taehyung doesn’t give him a break, nipping at his jaw and neck, urging Jeongguk to grind slowly against his thigh. He moans quietly when Taehyung trails his teeth to a sensitive spot on Jeongguk’s neck, pausing there to suck a mark onto the skin.
Taehyung drops his hand to Jeongguk’s cock, half hard and sensitive, and Jeongguk chokes on a loud groan, Taehyung catching the end of the sound with his lips. “Gotta be quiet, baby,” Taehyung whispers into Jeongguk’s mouth, his fingers curling around Jeongguk’s cock. “Don’t want to get caught, right?”
Jeongguk whimpers, sagging against the cool tile of the shower wall. Behind his head, he can hear his teammate asking where the party is and for a brief second Jeongguk considers where they are: in a tiny shower cubicle in the locker room of a school neither of them go to surrounded by Jeongguk’s teammates, and then Taehyung is dropping to his knees and Jeongguk forgets everything he was worried about.
“Fuck,” Jeongguk whispers, as Taehyung runs his hands up Jeongguk’s thighs to spread them a little more. Then, he leans forward to trail his tongue along the underside of Jeongguk’s cock, hardening embarrassingly quickly beneath Taehyung’s mouth.
His hands fall to Taehyung’s hair, tangling the wet strands between his fingers as Taehyung suckles the tip of Jeongguk’s cock between his lips. He moans quietly, Taehyung’s hands on his hips to keep him pinned to the shower wall, massaging his thumbs on Jeongguk’s hips as he takes him deeper.
“Quiet, Jeonggukie,” Taehyung reminds him, pulling back to stroke his hand over Jeongguk’s cock. The water is already beginning to run cold, clinging to Taehyung’s cheeks and plastering his bangs to his eyes. Jeongguk runs his hands through Taehyung’s hair, a little too eager to see Taehyung’s eyes without disruption as he swallows down Jeongguk’s cock again and he hurriedly presses a fist to his mouth as another moan threatens to rip from his lips.
“Shit- Tae,” Jeongguk whines, high in his throat and muffled behind his fist as Taehyung swallows around his length, nose buried in the fine hairs of Jeongguk’s navel.
Taehyung bobs his head along Jeongguk’s length, nails digging into Jeongguk’s thighs. After another moment he pulls back, trailing kisses along Jeongguk’s skin and to his lower belly.
“Fuck my face, Jeon.” Taehyung urges, slides one of his hands up Jeongguk’s thigh and to his ass, squeezing appreciatively.
Jeongguk moans again, barely concealed behind his fist as Taehyung takes his length into his mouth again, lips stretched around his girth as he gently pulls Jeongguk’s hips toward his face. Jeongguk’s vision is blurry as he takes in the sight, Taehyung on his knees, his hair curled between Jeongguk’s fingers and his eyes closed in contentment as Jeongguk hesitantly thrusts into Taehyung’s mouth. His throat is tight and wet, so good around Jeongguk’s cock that he bites hard on his fist to keep his needy noises at bay.
Taehyung shifts a little, his free hand dropping to palm his cock through his soaked briefs as Jeongguk’s hips snap that much harder against Taehyung’s face, and he just takes it, moaning around Jeongguk’s cock. The pleasure builds deep within Jeongguk’s gut, thrumming beneath his skin as Taehyung flattens his tongue at the underside of his cock and sucks harder, faster and Jeongguk’s toes curl on the tile.
“Tae,” he gasps, thrusting harder into Taehyung’s mouth. “Fuck, Taehyung- m’close- shit, do that again- I’m so close.” Taehyung squeezes his thigh, blinking his eyes up at Jeongguk, cheeks hollow. “Fuck- pull off-”
But Taehyung doesn’t, sucking down Jeongguk’s cock with newfound fervor until Jeongguk’s cumming with a muffled moan of Taehyung’s name as Taehyung pulls off in time for some of Jeongguk’s cum to land on his lips, his cheeks. And it’s so hot, Taehyung blinking up at Jeongguk with his cum on those cheeks.
“You always sound so pretty when you cum, babe.” Taehyung says, swiping his thumb across his lips and cheek to clean Jeongguk’s cum off.
Jeongguk sags against the wall, breathing heavy as he comes down from his high, knees weak and chest heaving. Taehyung stands, pressing a brief kiss to Jeongguk’s lips as he does.
“Let me suck you off, hyung.”
Taehyung shakes his head, kissing the tip of Jeongguk’s nose. “I’m good, dude. We should-”
“Wait-” Jeongguk drops his hand to Taehyung’s crotch, feels his soft dick behind his boxers, thinks about how Taehyung got off getting him off. “Fuck, that’s hot.”
Taehyung laughs; leaning forward to press a quick kiss to Jeongguk’s nose again before shoving his face beneath the weak spray of the shower to clean off any lingering cum. Jeongguk does the same, though he gets a little distracted hugging Taehyung close from behind under the guise of the water being too cold to stand beneath alone. Still, Taehyung leaves the stall first and tells Jeongguk to wait for a long five minutes before following.
The locker room is empty by the time Jeongguk’s leaving the stall, flimsy towel wrapped tightly around his waist. Taehyung is sitting on the bench by Jeongguk’s things, scrolling through his phone. He’s dressed again and Jeongguk notices that he had to borrow one of Jimin’s university sweatshirts.
“Want a ride?” Taehyung asks as Jeongguk’s changing into his clothes. “Jimin’s crashing from his high so I gotta drop him off anyway.”
“Sure. Oh, hyung?”
“I think I thought of a reward, um. Uh, something I might want.”
Taehyung looks up at that, pocketing his phone with the knowing light in his eyes that Jeongguk has come to expect. “Oh?”
Jeongguk plays with his shirt, still held between his hands, and tries to ignore the grin that Taehyung’s sending him. But Jeongguk earned this reward, and he’d thought for a while about it. Every time they’ve hooked up since that party, Taehyung always started by asking if Jeongguk had chosen, but nothing seemed good enough to him. Until he thought back to the things Taehyung had done once or twice, the things that Jeongguk wanted just that much more of.
“Could you, ah, Tae, maybe-” Jeongguk knows he’s flushed, can feel the warmth to his skin as he hurriedly tugs on his shirt just for something to do. But Taehyung’s still looked at him expectantly once he’s fully dressed, so Jeongguk just bites the damn bullet. “Could you spank me?”
For a moment, Taehyung doesn’t say anything, his face schooled in the way that evolves from years of theatrical training. Jeongguk’s just about to take his request back when Taehyung curls his fingers into Jeongguk’s waistband and tugs so Jeongguk is standing between his spread legs. He dips his thumbs beneath the hem of Jeongguk’s shirt, rubbing small circles over his hipbones and Jeongguk feels himself relax slightly.
“Isn’t that usually a punishment?” Taehyung asks, voice low and deep.
“It can be either, depending.” Jeongguk murmurs, covers Taehyung’s hands with his own. He has a feeling Taehyung already knows this, maybe that he’s asking just to be sure it’s what Jeongguk wants.
“During sex or before?”
“Uh. Before? Either.”
“With paddles and stuff? Or without?”
Jeongguk squirms and Taehyung squeezes his hips again, reassuring. “Either. If you don’t want to it’s fine-”
Taehyung silences him with a quick pinch to his hip. “If it’s what you want, Gukie, then it’s perfect.”
As they leave the room, Jeongguk texts Yoongi to say he already had a ride, to which Yoongi says he already assumed and had gotten the bus to leave early. The school is eerily empty, but they find Jimin sitting outside next to the front gate, and Jeongguk lets Taehyung support most of Jimin’s sleepy weight on the way to the car, his own book bag and gym bag heavy on his shoulders. After the game and Taehyung sucking his soul out of his dick, he deserved a break and a milkshake.
Jimin had taken the passenger seat, curled up against the window as he napped, which meant Jeongguk was relocated to the back seat. “Hyung?” He gets a hum in return as Taehyung maneuvers their way out of the parking lot. “Can we stop at McDonald’s?”
“Yes,” Jimin mumbles into his fist, before Taehyung can answer.
Taehyung glances at him through the rearview mirror, his grin glinting dangerously in the dim glow of the streetlights. “Anything for our star player, right?”
It’s late by the time they get back to campus, the short detour to McDonald’s taking longer than they had anticipated when Jimin woke up to join them inside and insist they eat in the building instead of the car. Jeongguk went through two milkshakes before Jimin was tired enough to leave, and now as he and Taehyung help Jimin into bed he’s really starting to regret all of that vanilla ice cream and milk.
“Jeez,” Taehyung hisses, as Jimin knocks his elbow on the doorframe to the room he shares with Jeongguk. “He owes me. Should’ve never shared my last blunt with him.”
“Why don’t we smoke together, hyung?” Jeongguk asks, untying Jimin’s shoes once he’s fallen face-first onto his bed.
“Don’t want to corrupt such an innocent kid.”
Jeongguk snorts. “Sure.”
“I’m down if you are, but I don’t have the cash to buy more at the moment.”
“I will jerk off in your sock again.”
“Did you really do that or not-?”
“Want to come over?” Taehyung asks, doing a very poor job of hiding his smile as he leaves the bedroom.
Jimin’s out cold, but Jeongguk still takes a moment to adjust his blankets and dig a mostly full water bottle from under a pile of clothes before joining Taehyung in the kitchenette. “Now?”
“Yeah, I came here to fuck hours ago but you had class. If you’re too tired I get it,” Taehyung shrugs, tickles his fingers under Jeongguk’s chin and laughs when Jeongguk makes to bite him. “Unless you want your reward now. Up to you, Guk.”
Taehyung always gives him that option, something that Jeongguk has appreciated over the last couple of months. It was easy with Taehyung, to either show up at his apartment ridiculously early or toss his phone somewhere onto the phone when Taehyun was being annoying. And right now, with the last remnants of adrenaline pumping through Jeongguk’s body, the way Taehyung was staring soft and expectant made Jeongguk feel as if he were standing on the top of the world.
Jeongguk can’t sit still on the short drive across campus to get to Taehyung’s building, and Taehyung’s hand gripping his thigh was no help at all. But the drive was brief and Taehyung even opens his door once they arrive, (just for the better angle to grab his ass as Jeongguk passes by.)
“Namjoon’s out,” Taehyung says as he’s locking the front door behind them. “Try not to scream too loud, though. Normal people are sleeping.”
“M’not gonna scream,” Jeongguk mumbles, tossing his hoodie to the nearest chair.
“Last weekend says hi.”
Taehyung curls his fingers into Jeongguk’s waistband as he turns around, drawing Jeongguk’s body close to kiss him fiercely. Jeongguk feels his entire body relax as Taehyung crowds him against the nearest wall, tilting his head to deepen the kiss while one of his hands dips beneath Jeongguk’s shirt to stroke along his flushed skin. Jeongguk’s hand cups the back of Taehyung’s neck to hold him close, whimpering into the kiss when Taehyung bites on his bottom lip, sucking gently before letting it fall back with a soft noise.
He aims for more kisses but Taehyung has other ideas, dipping his head to nip at the exposed skin of Jeongguk’s collarbones, his shirt tugged to the side. He bites especially hard at a spot he knows to be sensitive, and Jeongguk’s head falls against the wall with a hard thud, a loud moan spilling from his lips.
“Go strip for me, yeah?” Taehyung says, gently trails his thumb over Jeongguk’s slick bottom lip. “I’m hungry.”
Jeongguk hurries to the other side of the apartment, but stops just shy of Taehyung’s room. “You gonna leave me in there?”
“If I feel like it.”
“Relax.” Taehyung’s digging through the fridge, his voice muffled from the other side of the door. “Just get naked while I shove an entire piece of pizza in my mouth.”
Jeongguk wrinkles his nose. “That’s not sexy.”
“I’m always sexy.”
“Hands and knees, babe.”
He really can’t argue with the deep timbre of Taehyung’s voice, the same low tones that murmur filth into Jeongguk’s ear when he’s on the edge of too much pleasure, and Jeongguk finds himself obeying without further argument, his dick already showing interest. He strips his t-shirt and jeans in the doorway, loses his boxers at the foot of Taehyung’s bed, and tries not to picture Taehyung devouring a piece of cold pizza because he wasn’t lying when he said it wasn’t sexy.
It takes him a minute to calm his nerves, his body a little too eager to have Taehyung’s hands touching him, before Jeongguk situates himself on his hands and knees on the bed, shivering a little at the realization of how exposed he is.
Taehyung’s still finishing a piece of pizza when he joins, standing in the doorway and grinning around the slice. Jeongguk feels his entire body flush warm, wriggling a little beneath the intensity of Taehyung’s stare. He hadn’t told Jeongguk not to move, and for the longest moment Taehyung doesn’t say anything while he crosses the room, trails his fingers from the meat of Jeongguk’s thigh, over his ass and back to cup the back of his neck where his head hangs, eliciting a low whine from Jeongguk.
“Look so pretty, Gukie,” Taehyung says, low and deep. “My good boy.”
“You like it.”
“Shut up anyway.”
When Taehyung drops a quick kiss to Jeongguk’s cheek he still smells like pizza grease, but his hand is smoothing down to Jeongguk’s ass again that he quickly forgets his concerns and focuses only on where Taehyung is going to place his hands next. His hands leave Jeongguk’s body for a second to retrieve the lube and a condom, finishes his pizza in a few more bites. “Repeat your safe word for me, Jeongguk.”
“Red, hyung- come on-”
Taehyung pinches at the small of his back. “Be patient, Jeongguk.” Then he sits on the edge of the bed by Jeongguk’s shoulders, still in his jeans and t-shirt, and pats his lap with a gentle command of, “Come here.”
It takes a minute but Jeongguk manages to situate himself across Taehyung’s lap, his knees on one side of Taehyung’s legs and his arms on the other. He holds himself up on his elbows, body shivering beneath Taehyung’s hands as he glides his palms across the expanse of Jeongguk’s back and thighs.
“We’ll do fifteen,” Taehyung says, dipping his head to press soft kisses to the Jeongguk’s neck. “Does that sound good?”
“Yeah,” Jeongguk breathes, his body already beginning to feel light and his head airy just from Taehyung’s words. It’s uncanny; the way Taehyung can control his pleasure so well. “Yeah, sounds good.”
Without warning, Taehyung slaps the softest part of Jeongguk’s ass, making him jolt in Taehyung’s lap with a whimper. His jeans are rough against Jeongguk’s sensitive skin, but he likes the contrast.
“Think you can count for me, babe?”
“One,” Jeongguk breathes, rests his forehead on his fist.
The next three hits are harder, Taehyung alternating between slapping him near the small of his back and at the curve of Jeongguk’s ass, making him writhe and moan in Taehyung’s lap, still torn between arching away from the pain and pushing back into the pleasure. Jeongguk counts each one, the number moaned into the sheets while Jeongguk’s back tenses with anticipation between each hit.
“Fuck-” Jeongguk sobs into the sheets at the eighth, the hit particularly hard to a spot Taehyung had been favoring, the pain quickly bleeding into blinding pleasure as Jeongguk turns his head to breathe better, forehead resting against Taehyung’s free hand. “E-Eight, God, hyung-”
“Yeah,” Jeongguk wriggles a little, tries to get Taehyung’s hand back on his ass. “Fuck, Tae, yeah-”
For the first ten spanks, Taehyung takes a lengthy pause between each to allow Jeongguk time to count and for his breathing to settle. He can’t stay still on Taehyung’s lap anymore, his cock heavy and hot between his legs, the tip dragging along Taehyung’s jeans each time Jeongguk jolts but the slight pleasure is there, the delicious pressure against his aching, neglected cock.
That is, until Taehyung hooks his arm around Jeongguk’s waist and tugs him up just enough that Jeongguk can’t seek relief from his lap. Jeongguk whines, high in his throat, and mumbles a complaint.
“Don’t grind on my lap, Gukie,” Taehyung says, amusement in his voice, but that tiny voice in the back of Jeongguk’s mind reminding him to be good pipes up, making Jeongguk still almost immediately. “There you go, baby. We’re almost done; you’re doing so well for me. Always so good.”
“Eleven,” Jeongguk gasps, too loudly at the next hit. He drops his head again; Taehyung’s arm around his waist has his ass up higher, almost begging for Taehyung’s touch. Another slap, this time in the same spot. “Shit- twelve.”
Taehyung takes too long after this hit, purposefully dragging his warm palm across Jeongguk’s burning skin, trailing his fingers between Jeongguk’s crack and chuckling at the squeak he lets out. Jeongguk fidgets, trying desperately not to move too much, to be good so he can get everything that Taehyung promised him, bottom lip caught between his teeth before he can start pleading for the last of it.
Jeongguk barely has time to count the last three hits, Taehyung’s hand coming down hard on his ass each time, no pause between them like the previous ones, all three in the same place as Jeongguk moans out the numbers quickly. The last is the hardest, the noise loud in the quiet of the bedroom, disturbed only by Jeongguk’s heavy breathing and his whines, Taehyung’s quiet words lost to the ringing in his ears. God, Jeongguk wants more.
“All done, Jeonggukie,” Taehyung’s saying, leaning to press soft, slow kisses along Jeongguk’s tense spine. “You did so good for me. Think you can sit up?”
Jeongguk shakes his head, struggles to turn his body enough to catch Taehyung’s eye as Taehyung leans back to make it easier for him. He’s sure he must look a mess, face flushed and sweaty hair caught in his dazed eyes and he’s pretty sure there’s drool collecting at the corner of his mouth. He’s so hard it’s painful, body on the edge.
“Fuck me, hyung.”
Taehyung eyes him for a long moment, gaze skipping along his features. “Are you sure?”
“Mm, ride me.”
“Tae,” Jeongguk whines.
“I’ll finger you like this.” Taehyung says slowly, and Jeongguk breathes out heavily in relief. He doesn’t think he could sit up long enough to get stretched and take Taehyung’s cock.
Taehyung leans away to reach for the lube, forgotten on the bed. He’s not slow about this, not like he was with the first few spanks, as soon as his fingers are coated in the lube he’s trailing two slick fingers around Jeongguk’s hole, the cold making Jeongguk jump in his lap. He relaxes tremendously as Taehyung pushes the first finger in, body going pliant beneath Taehyung’s hand and words in his ear.
“Two, hyung, you can do two,” Jeongguk slurs; eyes closed and back arching as Taehyung nudges his prostate. “Tae-”
Taehyung doesn’t tease like Jeongguk expected, removing his finger only to press two back in. He scissors Jeongguk with practiced ease, avoiding his prostate to make sure Jeongguk, shivering and writhing in his arms, doesn’t cum too early. Jeongguk’s babbling by the third finger, pawing at the sheets below him as his head drops again.
“Come on, babe,” Taehyung urges, tugging his fingers from Jeongguk’s hole. He ignores Jeongguk’s noise of discontent, strong hands on Jeongguk’s hips to help him to sit up and straddle Taehyung’s lap.
“S-shit,” Jeongguk whispers, head lolling back. Taehyung’s gaze burns hot as Jeongguk fumbles with the zipper of his jeans, too eager to do much more than tug Taehyung’s cock from his boxers and wiggle happily at the sigh Taehyung lets out when Jeongguk’s finally got his hands on him. “Want- want you in my mouth, hyung.”
“That’s your own damn fault,” Taehyung snickers, reaching for the condom somewhere on the sheets. He bats Jeongguk’s useless hand away, rolling the condom over his length and coating himself with lube.
“Hyung,” Jeongguk whines, pouting. Taehyung kisses him, sweet and swift, and Jeongguk sighs, placated.
Jeongguk almost feels bad, watching the way Taehyung’s hips kick just from the gentle touch of his own hand, his cock hard and curved toward his stomach. But then Taehyung’s urging him up, lining his cock at Jeongguk’s hole and he forgets to feel any remorse.
Taehyung keeps his hands on Jeongguk’s waist as he sinks down, keeping Jeongguk from moving too fast and though normally Jeongguk would make some quip about Taehyung being boringly vanilla, he’s too overwhelmed and close to cumming to voice any kind of complaint. Instead, Jeongguk bottoms out slowly, the burn of the stretch so wonderfully delicious that his breath catches on a moan, his head falling heavily onto Taehyung’s shoulders and his hands clutching the back of Taehyung’s t-shirt.
“Tae, Tae, fuck- oh my God-” Jeongguk scrambles to grip Taehyung’s shirt, his legs shaking at the feeling of finally being filled. Taehyung squeezes his ass, burning and sensitive, and Jeongguk sobs into his shoulder. “Fuck- hyung-”
“Feel good, baby?” Taehyung asks, nipping gently at Jeongguk’s ear, at the piercings lining the lobe. He can only nod, legs shaking as he lifts himself only to drop right back down on Taehyung’s lap. Taehyung hisses. “You’re so tight, Guk, feel so good around me.”
“Good?” Jeongguk pants, lips brushing Taehyung collarbones.
“My good boy.”
There’s no rhyme or reason to the way Jeongguk grinds down on Taehyung’s cock, desperation taking over his thoughts as he lifts on wobbly knees to drop down again, Taehyung’s cock reaching deep within him. He’s panting against Taehyung’s neck, body too heavy to do much more than circle his hips and occasionally raise his body enough to properly ride Taehyung.
He can’t stop his noises, either, babbling and whining, moaning loudly into Taehyung’s ear as Taehyung whispers words of praise right back, saying how good Jeongguk looks like this, strung out and desperate for Taehyung’s touch, that he’s so tight, so wet.
Taehyung’s hands grip Jeongguk’s ass hard, right on the bruises from earlier and Jeongguk keens, throws his head back as the angle has Taehyung’s cock striking his prostate with each grind of Jeongguk’s hips. It’s all he can do to hold on, to move.
“Hyung-” Jeongguk gasps sweaty forehead pressed to Taehyung’s shoulder. “Tae- fuck- I can’t, please, need, shit-”
Taehyung growls low in Jeongguk’s ear. “What do you need, baby?”
“Need- want you, Taehyung-” Jeongguk’s thoughts are a mess but he has just enough energy to lift his head, to watch the way Taehyung’s thick cock disappears into his ass with each move Jeongguk manages. “M’so close, Tae, please-”
Hands splayed on Jeongguk’s hips, Taehyung holds him close as he thrusts up into his tight heat and Jeongguk chokes on a gasp, body boneless in Taehyung’s grasp. He whines, high in his throat, voice about to break on begging to cum when Taehyung groans,
“Touch yourself, Guk, let me see you cum.”
Jeongguk is quick to comply, moving one shaky hand from its hold on Taehyung’s shirt to wrap tight around his cock. He strokes himself quickly, twists his wrist the way he likes and pays special attention to the sensitive tip before he finally cums between their bellies, biting harshly onto Taehyung’s neck to muffle the moan of his name.
Taehyung jostles him, thrusting to work him through his orgasm and nudging his nose against Jeongguk’s jaw to guide him into a tired kiss before he buries deep in Jeongguk’s ass and cums hard, groaning into Jeongguk’s mouth.
“Fuck,” Jeongguk whispers, exhaustion finally catching up to him. He nuzzles against Taehyung’s chest, unwilling to move just yet. “Hyung, fuck, that was so-”
“Hot,” Taehyung finishes. “Damn, your ass is still warm. Bet you ten thousand won I can see a handprint.”
“How do you always manage to ruin the mood?”
Still, Taehyung is gentle as he pulls out and urges Jeongguk to lie on his back. He tugs off his boxers and jeans before tying off the condom and tossing it somewhere in the room, chucking off his shirt and using it to clean at the cum drying on Jeongguk’s stomach, the lube drying between his legs.
One arm over his eyes, Jeongguk could fall asleep beneath Taehyung’s touch, but he accepts the sweatpants and his hoodie from Taehyung to change into, watching through hazy vision as Taehyung digs through his side table.
“I don’t have any aloe,” he says after a minute. “But I can kiss your ass better.”
“Mhm.” Taehyung sits on the bed next to him, strokes his long fingers through Jeongguk’s matted hair and Jeongguk hums happily. “Stay the night, Guk. I don’t like the idea of you walking home like this, this late at night.”
“I’m fine, hyung.”
Jeongguk doesn’t open his eyes, but he does make an unhappy noise when Taehyung tries to take his hand away, settling only once he’s got the stroking sensation back. “Am not.”
“Want any pizza?”
“Nah, I think I’m good. Can’t feel my ass, though. Kinda want a shower.”
For a brief second Taehyung leaves the bed to change into pajamas of his own, grabbing both of their phones and shutting off the lights he’d turned on when they arrived. “In the morning, babe. Namjoon’s probably crashing at Hoseok’s so you don’t have to worry about running into him.”
Taehyung helps him roll beneath the covers, slipping into the bed on the other side, but he’s warm and close, and Jeongguk finds himself wanting to lean back against Taehyung. He doesn’t, but the sentiment is there.
“You did good tonight, Jeonggukie.” Taehyung presses a kiss to the back of Jeongguk’s neck before retreating. “Did you like your reward?”
“Yeah,” Jeongguk breathes, staring at the blurry missed messages on his phone. “Yeah. Thanks, hyung.”
“If you wanna do that again just let me know, I like my hand on my ass.”
Jeongguk turns around to face Taehyung, an arms length away and his features muted and softened in the dark but his grin discernible. “I’m fucking you next time,” Jeongguk says, before his tired mind can catch up to his thoughts.
Taehyung’s grin grows. “Yeah? Gonna fuck me with your big cock, Gukie? Tie me up, too? Make me take it, scream your name so loud my neighbors know you-”
“Shut up,” Jeongguk slaps his hand over Taehyung’s mouth, but both of them are laughing quietly. “Don’t make me hard again.”
“Know the best way to shut me up?”
“Shove your big cock down my throat, Jeonggukie.”
“Fuck, I hate you. Goodnight.”
Taehyung strokes his thumb over the faint scar on Jeongguk’s cheek. “Night, babe.”
Call me daddy
I will block you
You’re in my bed
You can’t block me
will we ever find out if taehyung used his sock or not
sexting, switching, and meeting the parents oh my
go on a date with me
are you high
Go on a date with me
I’m too high for this
all of the colors are so
That they are
Can I go back to sleeping now
My parents are in town visitng
n they think I have a girlfriend
They know jimin
I’ll spnk you again
the nipple clamps
I’ll share my weed with you
Don’t you have someone for this shit
Forgot to tell the rents
Tell them now
Breaking my poor mothers heart
You sick sonn of a bitch
I’ll pay for your food
you’d pay anyway
how long would this be
Would you let me fuck you
Holy shit yes
now I’m high n honry
But you owe me
I’ll suck your dick extra good n promise to be sobe when I do it
What are you wearing
Jake from state farm
I can work with that
When a few minutes pass without another message, Jeongguk rolls his eyes and tosses his phone to the end of the bed. He’s about two weeks behind on his readings due tomorrow and basketball practice had gotten out late, but as he lies sprawled on his bed with his books open on the same page for the last three hours, falling asleep sounds far more enticing.
Jeongguk gets through half a page before checking his Instagram becomes most appealing to him as he rolls onto his back and onto an assignment he hadn’t bothered finishing yet. He’s got a few more likes on his most recent picture- a selfie that Jimin had talked him into- and a message from Jimin that says he won’t be back until late, and another few messages from Taehyung.
The ugly stussy tank right?
Wanna take it off n touch you all over
Kiss you, trace my tongue over your body until ur shaking
“Fuck,” Jeongguk breathes, watching as the messages keep coming. Taehyung had been trying to pull this shit for weeks now, trying to corner Jeongguk into sexts after practice or between classes but they’d never had enough free time, or Jeongguk had pretended to fall asleep. He’s never done this before, and though he’d spent more than enough time with Taehyung to know what he liked done and liked to do, he was still nervous.
Take your shirt off baby
Jeongguk is quick to comply, dropping his phone to his side to sit up, yank his tank top off, and shove his papers to the edge of his bed. His fingers shake a little as he unlocks his phone again, his body feeling hot and tense as he lies back on his sheets.
Touch yourself baby
He does, unbuttoning his jeans and pushing his hand beneath the waistband. He’s a little hard already, mostly from excited anticipation sitting like a hot stone in his belly, but it’s not enough. Not yet.
Jeongguk doesn’t know what to say yet, watching as the little grey bubble on Tae’s side of the message thread appears and disappears several times as Taehyung figures out what to type. He trails his fingers, feather light, over his cock, lip bitten between his teeth while he waits for more messages.
Wanna taste you so bad gukie
The images load far too slowly for Jeongguk, strung out and impatient already. He keeps the touch on his own length light, not enough pressure to really feel fulfilling, but he knows that it’s the way Taehyung would touch him if he were here. Taehyung would cup his cock, keep his fingers over the boxers until Jeongguk is writhing and whining, begging for more, and that’s exactly what Jeongguk does.
Jeongguk nearly drops his phone on his face when the pictures finally load. The first is of Taehyung from the waste down, hard cock straining against his sweatpants and his hand held innocently on his hip, while the second has Jeongguk whining high in his throat, his palms sweaty. In the second picture, Taehyung’s pulled his cock from his sweats, holding it in his large hand, hard and enticing. Jeongguk wants it in his mouth.
Want your mouth on me
Miss your ass so much
So perfect on my cock
Made for sucking cock
See this baby?
Got me so hard
Jeongguk is going to die. The video plays as soon as Jeongguk opens it at first, but his sound is too low so he has to restart it after upping the volume. He chokes on his tongue at the video, the way Taehyung fucks loosely up into his fist, his hips jerking slowly and moans low in Jeongguk’s ear. He runs his thumb over the tip of his cock, digging into his slit and Jeongguk watches, eyes wide and mouth agape, as the video ends with Taehyung collecting the precum onto his finger and moving his hand, likely to taste himself on his tongue.
He replays the video once, twice, and a third time, palming desperately at his cock as he does. Jeongguk doesn’t know if he’s allowed to touch under his boxers yet but he wants- needs- to do so, wants so badly to bring relief to the heat between his legs.
Jeongguk immediately swipes to his camera, his fingers shaky and it takes him a few tries to hit the proper buttons before he’s faced with his next predicament: how he’s going to take the picture. He could take it close; show Taehyung just how hard and desperate he was just from a few texts, or further up to show off his taut chest and stomach, knowing how much Taehyung appreciated his body.
Knowing it’s been a few minutes and more than a little eager to see more of Taehyung, Jeongguk settles for tugging his cock out of his boxers but leaves his jeans up because he knows Taehyung has a thing for that. He holds his phone up high, his complete lack of experience for this kind of thing coming to bite him in the ass as he takes a few pictures, flexing his stomach in some and holding his dick in the others. He tries to copy what Taehyung did in his pictures, but they don’t look half as good as the other’s.
He picks the two that make him cringe the least and quickly sends them to Taehyung, chewing anxiously on his bottom lip as he waist. Stroking his cock slowly, he’s a little anxious for the response, time slowing down as Jeongguk waits.
Shit shit shithsiht
Look soc fucking good gukie
So pretty ur cocks so pretty
Want that shti in ym eye
Nothing you haven’t seen before
dnt act cocky
u got a nice cock baby
but I bet youre shaking
Baby gukie doesn’t like being teased
Getting a little desperate?
Want hyung’s hnds?
Touch you so good gukie
Make you cum with my tongue
Thn maybe if ur good
You’ll get daddy’s cock
Jeongguk snorts. Worked up from Taehyung’s teasing and his promises, his hand’s been working furiously over his cock, hips kicking to chase the feeling. It’s a little dry, but his lube is a little too far away and the precum leaking from the tip gives just enough friction to be pleasurable.
Taehyung’s push for a certain thing, however, breaks his concentration enough to have him laughing. And maybe to send another nude.
He likes Taehyung’s reactions and that’s all.
Not calling u that
Breathing heavily, Jeongguk’s toes curl as he swipes his thumb over the tip of his cock, curling his wrist the way he likes best. His entire body feels hot, sweaty hair falling into his eyes as he struggles to text back properly.
Before Jeongguk can think of something to say, he’s got an incoming call from Taehyung. He answers quickly, shuffling to hold his phone properly to his ear and is immediately greeted by Taehyung’s heady breathing, the telltale hitch in his throat that arises whenever Taehyung is close. Jeongguk closes his eyes, lets himself imagine it’s Taehyung’s hand working hurriedly over his cock, pushing him closer to the edge, Taehyung’s voice whispering filth into his ear as he tears Jeongguk apart only to build him right back up.
“Gukie?” Taehyung breathes, voice catching on a moan.
Not for the first time, Jeongguk wishes he were at Taehyung’s place to see this, to be the one touching Taehyung’s cock, to swallow down the length until he tastes Taehyung’s cum on the back of his tongue. Or for Taehyung’s fingers, reaching and touching deeper in Jeongguk than he can get to himself.
“Yeah,” Jeongguk replies. He wants his lube and he wants a cock in his mouth, but he’ll have to settle for fucking into his fist.
“Fuck, I’m so close.” Taehyung laughs quietly, and if Jeongguk focuses he thinks he can hear springs squeaking beneath Taehyung’s ministrations. “Your pictures, fuck, you’re so sexy, Jeonggukie.”
“Shut- shit- shut up.”
“Wanna suck you off so bad.”
Taehyung’s breathless, clearly on edge, and Jeongguk wonders if he’s purposefully holding off to make sure Jeongguk cums first. “Kinda- ah- missed the chance.”
“Don’t be a smart ass when you’re imagining my dick down your throat.” Taehyung’s voice catches on another moan, and Jeongguk squeezes his eyes shut, pumping his cock furiously as he fucks up into his hand.
“Taehyung- need, need to cum, please.” Crying out, Jeongguk strokes his thumb over his tip, feeling Taehyung’s hands on him and Taehyung’s body over his, can hear the way Taehyung laughs quietly through the receiver. He’s so close his toes are curled painfully, body taut and sweaty hair brushing against his eyes. Taehyung would push it away to press a chaste, out of place kiss to his forehead but Taehyung’s not here.
Taehyung groans, low in his throat, and a full shudder wracks through Jeongguk’s body. “Come on, Jeongguk, cum for me.”
Jeongguk is loud as he finally finds his release, his back arching as he strokes himself through his orgasm, his limbs shaky and voice breaking on moans of Taehyung’s name. He cums all over his fist, the slide becoming easier as he cums onto his chest and lower belly while still thrusting lazily into the circle of his fingers. Over the sound of his own heaving, Jeongguk can hear as Taehyung cums, choking on a groan and Jeongguk imagines the sight, imagines the white painting his chest and hand and how he wishes he were there to lick it clean.
“Shit,” Jeongguk breathes, dropping his hand onto his stomach when his own touch becomes uncomfortable.
“Good?” Taehyung asks, and a seed of pride blooms something pretty in Jeongguk’s chest at how wrecked he sounds. “Shit, there’s cum fuckin’ everywhere.”
“Your fault for always cumming so much.”
“I don’t remember you complaining this much when it was on your face.” He’s got Jeongguk there. “Anyway, be ready by seven tomorrow. Thanks for finally sexting me back and don’t forget to tip your server.”
Jeongguk snorts, tracing his finger absentmindedly through the cum pooling on his belly. He’s always made Taehyung clean it up but tonight he’s on his own. “You’re fucking weird, man.”
“Says you, but I gotta go. Someone wants to practice lines with me and then I want to sleep for five whole days.”
“Cool.” Jeongguk hadn’t forgotten that Taehyung’s show was coming up, the last performance landing on the day before finals were to begin at the end of the month. “Send her my way when you’re done to suck me off.”
“If she’s not sucking me off.” Something rustles over the receiver, and Jeongguk assumes it’s just Taehyung cleaning himself as best he can before he has to head out again. He wonders if Taehyung’s high has fully worn off, or if he’ll smoke a little extra before starting lines. Taehyung swears he never performs high, but Jeongguk can smell it on his skin some nights after rehearsal. “Later, broski.”
“You’re so weird, hyung.”
With another laugh Taehyung hangs up, leaving Jeongguk in silence to deal with the gross cold cum on his stomach. He doesn’t want to get up and shower, but he also has no idea when Jimin will get back to their dorm and the last thing he wants is Jimin walking in on this.
btw dress business casual formal tomorrow
The fuck does that mean?
By the way jimin left my place just before I blew your mind so uhh
Just as he reads the last message, Jeongguk hears a key rattling in the door. He drops his phone, scrambling for his shirt somewhere on the floor and cleaning his stomach as best he can, but he’s out of time and his shirt is thin, by the time Jimin’s got the door open all Jeongguk can do is drape his shirt over his chest and hope that he won’t notice.
“Yes, Tae,” Jimin’s saying, phone held between his shoulder and ear as he nudges his way into the room. “I’m meeting your mom for breakfast, I’ll keep her entertained until you get out of class. Don’t worry. No- no, fuck you, dude. Break a leg or whatever, and quit stealing my weed. Yeah, love you, too.”
Jimin drops his book bag and textbooks in the doorway, whirling to toss his phone onto the bed. He catches sight of Jeongguk, blushing furiously and trying to avoid his gaze, and zones in on the soaked shirt bunched on his stomach.
“Shove it,” Jeongguk mutters. He stands, legs still a little shaky, grimacing at his own discomfort.
Jimin wrinkles his nose. “At least do it in the shower like a civilized person.”
Jeongguk gathers his things, slinging his towel over his shoulder. He still can’t meet Jimin’s gaze, and doesn’t plan to for the rest of his life. “Order dinner, hyung. And shut up.”
Jimin’s still laughing even after Jeongguk slams their door shut.
The ground is cold beneath Jeongguk’s ass where he sits outside the dorm, waiting for Taehyung to pick him up. He’d gotten out of practice late and had rushed his shower but Taehyung was late. The last message Jeongguk had gotten was early this afternoon, Taehyung giving more bad advice for how he was supposed to dress, so now he was sitting on the curb in slacks and a button-down, wet hair dripping onto the back of his neck under his jacket.
Jeongguk’s about to give up and head back inside, where Jimin was streaming their favorite show without planning on waiting for Jeongguk to catch up. He checks his phone again as a car pulls into the lot, flashing its high beams at Jeongguk.
The passenger window rolls down, and Taehyung leans across the seat. “Come with me if you want to live.”
“You’re late.” Jeongguk accuses, settling in the warm car. Taehyung speeds out of the lot, narrowly avoiding the curb as he tries to catch the green light. “And you’re not funny.”
There’s slow jazz playing on the radio, a staple of Taehyung’s car. “You’re no fun, Gukie.” Then he reaches over, smoothing the collar of Jeongguk’s shirt. “You clean up nice, my mom will probably love you.”
“It was my plan to seduce her.” Jeongguk kicks his feet onto the dash as Taehyung pulls onto the highway and glances over. Taehyung’s wearing a floral dress shirt and slacks that look comfortable enough to almost be sweatpants, sunglasses hooked onto the back of his head even though it’s already dark. “You didn’t dress up.”
“I’m not the one who has to impress my parents.”
“Fuck off,” Taehyung laughs. “We should go over our backstory.”
Jeongguk closes his eyes. “Okay.”
“We met in your first year when you fell head over heels for me, I was with Jiwoo until you took my breath away. You serenaded me outside of my dorm and draped flowers and silk at my feet, so desperately in love you couldn’t live without confessing-”
“No.” Jeongguk deadpans, glaring at Taehyung. The lights of the streetlamps throw his features into sharp relief as he laughs again, loud and uninhibited.
“Fine, fine. Jimin brought me to one of your games and I asked you to the movies during dinner afterwards. How’s that?”
The rest of the drive passes quickly, Taehyung offering more information on their fake relationship, the movie they saw on their first date, how Taehyung comes to all of his games and Jeongguk runs lines with him every night. Jeongguk asks if any of this is necessary, as he was only doing this as a one-time favor, but Taehyung waves away his concerns. Apparently, he’d done this same thing with Jiwoo when they faked a relationship and swore it was better to be safe than sorry.
“Oh, here.” Once the car is parked outside of the restaurant, Taehyung digs around in the bags behind the driver seat before tossing whatever it is onto Jeongguk’s lap. “For our six month anniversary.”
It’s a bracelet, three black strings woven together around a dark brown stone. Taehyung holds up his own wrist, a white version adorning it. Jeongguk fastens the bracelet on his wrist, tugging his sleeve down to cover it. “How long have we been together?”
“Like eight months. Weren’t you paying attention?”
Taehyung leads Jeongguk to the door with a hand on the small of his back, speaking quietly to the hostess once they’re inside. Fidgeting with his collar, Jeongguk follows them into the restaurant, dimly lit with cozy tables throughout the room. He can recognize Taehyung’s parents right away, but it’s made easier when a woman who looks exactly like Taehyung waves excitedly at the sight of them. She draws Taehyung into a warm hug, and then does the same to Jeongguk, squeezing tight even when his body goes rigid.
“Oh, it’s good to see you, Tae.” His mother says as they all sit, Jeongguk feeling very small all of a sudden sitting across from Taehyung’s dad. “It’s been too long.”
Taehyung laughs quietly, moving his sunglasses to the collar of his shirt. “It hasn’t even been a semester.”
“Not short enough. You didn’t even tell us you broke up with Jiwoo!”
They fall into easy conversation, Taehyung telling his parents about the amicable break up and how his rehearsals are going. He gets lost in talking about his cast mates and asking his father about the family farm back in Daegu, whether anyone has been back to check on it lately. Jeongguk almost feels left behind as he watches Taehyung speak with such enthusiasm, grinning while they order food and while he’s sharing stories with his parents.
He knows he shouldn’t feel this way, after all he’s only arm candy for Taehyung for the night, but this wasn’t a side of Taehyung that he’s gotten to see before. Jeongguk knows the theater major, the boy who gets drunk at parties and fucks him so hard he cries, not the boy who adores his parents and talks too quickly in his eagerness to give them updates that he trips over his words.
“So, Jeongguk.” Jeongguk blinks, brought back to reality when Taehyung’s dad points a fork in his direction, Taehyung’s hand covering his on the table. “Taehyung tells us you play basketball. How long have you been playing?”
Jeongguk clears his throat, uncomfortable with the shift of attention onto him. “Ten years, I think?”
Taehyung’s dad nods. “Impressive.
Squeezing his hand, Taehyung relieves him of the conversation. “Jeonggukie’s a really excellent player. All it took was his cute face to get me to go to a sport’s game.” Taehyung’s mom urges him to tell the story of how they met and why it took Taehyung so long to introduce them. With a quick wink his way, Taehyung launches into the story, filling in gaps and adding information. He softens the edges of Jeongguk’s personality and speaks fondly of the nights Jeongguk overworks himself until he falls asleep at his desk. “Jimin sends me pictures when he does, he’s so cute when he sleeps.”
Jeongguk flicks his ear, and then goes back to playing with the piercings. “That’s weird, hyung.”
Taehyung covers Jeongguk’s hand with his own, curving them against his cheek. He feels his cheeks warm, suddenly shy and suddenly incredibly jealous that his partner for this scam was an actor in training. Taehyung stares at him with unadulterated trust in his eyes, and Jeongguk has to lower his gaze. “It’s not my fault you sleep with your mouth open, babe.”
Thankfully, the waitress returns to take their orders at that moment. Taehyung tries to order a kiddie meal for Jeongguk but honestly, compared to the elaborate dishes he can’t even think to pronounce, he’d take some chicken fingers any day. With their menus collected, Jeongguk excuses himself to the bathroom.
He washes his hands and splashes some cool water on his face, wondering how much longer he’s going to have to keep this up. Taehyung is… Taehyung is almost too much. He’s so vibrant and full of energy, a livewire that’ll burn Jeongguk if he steps too close. But it’s just one night, one fake date so Taehyung’s parents get off his ass, and then they can go back to texting during class and meeting up at parties, Taehyung offering to suck his dick when he’s a little too high for much else after a party.
The door swings open and Jeongguk jumps, splashing water onto the mirror. It’s Taehyung, leaning against the door with a grin.
Jeongguk frowns. “What are you doing?”
“What-?” Taehyung reaches around his body to turn the sink off, then curls that arm around Jeongguk’s waist and pushes him into the nearest stall, locking the door behind them before pressing Jeongguk against the door. “Hyung!”
“Relax,” Taehyung murmurs, kissing softly at Jeongguk’s jaw. “You’re tense out there. You’re always so chill after you blow, this’ll help.”
“Dude, your parents will-” Taehyung nips at the sensitive spot behind Jeongguk’s ear and he whimpers, sagging into Taehyung’s hold. “They’ll- ah- notice.”
“Only if you take too long.”
With that, Taehyung drops to his knees and hurriedly undoes Jeongguk’s belt. He unzips the slacks and quickly starts to mouth along Jeongguk’s cock over his underwear, large hands gripping tightly to Jeongguk’s thighs. It doesn’t take much longer to get Jeongguk hard, straining behind his underwear and breathing heavily. He’s uncomfortably aware of his surroundings, of the tiny stall and the fact that anyone could walk in without a moment’s notice, but then Taehyung is gently urging Jeongguk to pull on his hair and he forgets about everything else.
“Hyung,” Jeongguk whines, cock leaking against his underwear. Taehyung suckles at the tip through the fabric, eyes hooded in concentration and it takes everything in him not to shove Taehyung’s face against his cock. “Hyung, please-”
“So needy,” Taehyung laughs, pulling off enough to tug Jeongguk’s hard cock from his boxers. He slaps the tip against his cheek, mouth open and head tipped back and Jeongguk feels dizzy.
Taehyung immediately swallows down Jeongguk’s cock, no evidence of his gag reflex as he sucks like his life depends on it. Taehyung’s eyes are closed in concentration, lashes fluttering prettily as he pulls back nearly to the tip, only to go right back down on Jeongguk again. He stays still, hollowing his cheeks with his nose buried in the fine hairs at Jeongguk’s navel, and Jeongguk is absolutely intoxicated.
It takes everything in his power not to thrust into the warm, we heat of Taehyung’s wicked mouth. Taehyung does something with his tongue, dragging it along Jeongguk’s shaft and dipping into the tip, and Jeongguk moans, high in his throat. He quickly bites hard on his fist, breathing heavily and shaking, and he can tell by the way Taehyung squeezes his thigh that he’d be laughing if his mouth weren’t full of cock. Jeongguk tugs extra hard on his hair in retaliation, but it backfires when Taehyung moans against his length.
“Tae,” Jeongguk breathes, his entire body shaking. Taehyung is just so good at this; Jeongguk never stood a chance. “I’m close- fuck-”
Taehyung speeds up, bobbing his head hurriedly as he pushes Jeongguk closer and closer to his release. His eyes fall shut, images burned to the back of his lids, and all it takes is Taehyung smoothing his palms up Jeongguk’s thighs and squeezing his ass to make him cum, groaning Taehyung’s name as he swallows neatly.
“Fuck,” Taehyung says, wiping the back of his hand across his mouth as he sits back on his heels. Jeongguk, hand shaking, tries to smooth Taehyung’s hair into something acceptable. “I really hate bathroom blowjobs.”
Jeongguk laughs quietly, feeling boneless as he tries to catch his breath. Taehyung is kind enough to tug his boxers and pants back up, patting Jeongguk’s soft dick with a very self-satisfied grin. “Then why the fuck’d you blow me?”
“You look cute in your dress up clothes, fuck you.”
“Maybe later.” Jeongguk offers a hand and Taehyung stands, groaning at the popping of his knees. “Hyung, I can blow you real quick-”
He grins, bopping Jeongguk’s nose with his finger. “My slacks are loose enough and we’ve been in here long enough. Any of that dry conversation with my parents will have me soft in no time.”
“Weirdo,” Jeongguk says. Taehyung presses a quick kiss to his mouth, just enough for Jeongguk to taste himself. “We should get back.”
Taehyung shoves Jeongguk out of the bathroom first, staying back to rinse his mouth quickly and to avoid the suspicion that would likely arise if they were to leave together. Jeongguk thinks it’s stupid, his parents already know they were both there at the same time. It likely wouldn’t make a difference if they got back to the table at the same time or not, but Jeongguk just hopes Taehyung hurries because he’s never been good at being left alone with parents.
“Oh, Jeongguk!” Taehyung’s mom smiles brightly as he approaches, everyone’s food having been placed down. “We were worried you weren’t feeling well.”
“I’m fine,” Jeongguk says quickly as he sits. “Got a call from my coach about next week’s practices.”
Taehyung’s mom quickly waves away the sports talk before her husband could ask any questions, something that reminds Jeongguk terribly of Taehyung. But when Taehyung grows tired of sports talk, especially at a party when he’s drunk and not getting all of Jeongguk’s attention, he grips Jeongguk’s chin and kisses him hard, distracting him enough that he more often than not forgets whatever they were talking about before. Taehyung’s mom can’t do that with Jeongguk.
Well, she could. But that would just make things awkward for everyone.
“So tell me, Jeongguk.” She says, leaning closer to him across the table. “What’s your favorite thing about dating my son? He’s a special kid, isn’t he?”
Jeongguk feels his cheeks warm as he looks away from her, twirling his fork between his fingers. This wasn’t a part of the lines that Taehyung gave him in the car. From the corner of his eye he can see Taehyung making his way back from the bathroom, and Jeongguk hurries to answer Taehyung’s mom’s imploring, wide and trusting gaze.
“He’s… amazing,” Jeongguk begins, trying his best to smile naturally. “Your son is the most amazing guy I’ve ever known, and he treats me like I’m something special. I have fun when I’m with him.”
She smiles softly. “He’s very lucky to have you.”
“Talking about me, are we?” Taehyung pulls out his chair with a flourish, scratching lightly at Jeongguk’s neck as he sits. “Your ears are burning, Gukie.”
“Shut up,” Jeongguk grumbles, shoving Taehyung’s hand away. “I was telling them about the time you burnt breakfast in the same Stranger Things boxers you’d been wearing for five days straight.”
“You son of a bitch-”
Dinner goes off without a hitch, everyone sharing stories and Jeongguk bringing up embarrassing events from the last few months just to keep teasing Taehyung. His parents ask a few questions that Taehyung had anticipated, Jeongguk reciting the script that he’d been told in the car. There’s a small hiccup where Jeongguk forgets, when Taehyung’s mom asks about their matching bracelets, how long they’re supposed to have been together, but Taehyung turns it into an opportunity to dramatically declare that Jeongguk never loved him.
“Well, I don’t,” Jeongguk had said, grinning at the look of outrage that took over Taehyung’s features.
“Just for that, you can cook your own damn breakfast.”
“Good. You always burn it.”
Taehyung flicked his ear, turning to his parents to complain that Jeongguk was the worst boyfriend he’s ever had. Jeongguk had to bite back a comment about how he’s pretty sure he’s the only boyfriend Taehyung’s ever had.
Now, standing in the parking lot to say goodnight, Jeongguk hangs back as Taehyung hugs his parents tightly. His mom gathers Jeongguk into a quick hug, so fast he doesn’t even have a chance to feel awkward about it.
“Don’t be a stranger,” she says, holding Jeongguk at arm’s length. “Any friend of Taehyung’s is a friend of ours. Taehyung says you live at the dorms. If you ever want a decent meal, don’t hesitate to come on by.”
“What about me?” Taehyung pouts.
“I’m sure there will be leftovers.”
“Thank you for the offer,” Jeongguk says, before Taehyung can start on another monologue. “It was nice to meet you.”
“Lovely to meet you, too!”
They stand outside and watch Taehyung’s parents leave, Jeongguk stepping closer to Taehyung to conserve body heat as Taehyung waves. It’s gotten colder, the wind biting and Jeongguk makes noises of complaint, shoving his face against Taehyung’s shoulder as the older waves and waves until his parents are completely out of sight and Jeongguk is pretty sure his toes are going to fall off.
“Fuck,” Taehyung laughs, reaching to throw an arm around Jeongguk’s shoulders. He drags Jeongguk close by the neck, yanking him into a headlock and aggressively pushing his knuckles against Jeongguk’s scalp. He yelps, trying to shake himself free, but Taehyung has surprise on his side and Jeongguk’s flailing arms prove to be useless. “We did it, fuck. They bought it, thank you for doing that shit. A-plus fake boyfriend, eight out of ten would fake date again.”
Jeongguk finally manages to wrestle free, shoving Taehyung against the side of the car but they’re both laughing too hard to feel any pain. “Fuck you, why only an eight?”
“You lose points because I had to blow your nerves out, and you know I hate bathroom blowjobs.”
“I said you didn’t have to blow me!”
“I like your dick in my mouth how the fuck is that my problem?”
Jeongguk ducks his head, crossing the car to get in the passenger side before Taehyung can see the blush that’s no doubt coloring his cheeks. Taehyung has this habit of saying the right things to make Jeongguk weak. He imagines it’s a lot of help in the hookup department- hell, Jeongguk can attest it’s part of the reason he fell so easily into Taehyung’s bed, looks were just a bonus- and probably a skill he’s picked up from so many years on the stage.
After a minute, Taehyung joins him, blasting the heat as soon as he’s got the car started. But before they leave, he leans over the console and presses a chaste kiss to Jeongguk’s cheek, and he’s absolutely certain his entire face is on fire as Taehyung pulls away.
“Thank you, Jeonggukie.”
Jeongguk pushes him away, popping his collar to hide. “It was nothing, let’s go.”
Taehyung uses Jeongguk’s silence on the way home to critique his performance in front of his parents, saying he was a little stiff during dinner but that touching Taehyung’s neck and ears was a nice addition. He speaks over the music, says something about how they might have to send couple-like pictures to Taehyung’s parents for the next few months until their inevitable break up.
“You’ll break my heart,” Taehyung says, grinning widely at the look of outrage that paints Jeongguk’s features. “Maybe you’ll cheat on me, make me feel like the dirt you spit on. I’ll catch you in my own bed, with my best friend-”
“Dude,” Jeongguk interrupts. He aims a punch at Taehyung’s shoulder, Taehyung laughing wildly as he drives. “Your mom likes me, quit trying to turn me into a monster.”
“You’ve got the arms of a monster.”
“You love my arms.”
“Damn straight I do, babe. Remind me to pick up protein shakes tomorrow.”
Jeongguk frowns. “You’re working out now?”
“Fuck no, gotta keep my favorite piece of meat swole.”
“You’re such a loser.”
Taehyung doesn’t take Jeongguk back to his apartment like he anticipated, instead making the turn to the campus dorms, answering that Namjoon wasn’t out tonight and he didn’t want to keep his roommate up with anything when Jeongguk makes a noise of confusion.
He’s quick to tug off his tie once they’re inside the elevator, running a hand through his hair as Taehyung scrolls aimlessly through his phone. He feels a bit nervous, because he knows what comes next and Jeongguk has done this before, but it’s different with Taehyung. It’s different because all he thinks about is Taehyung rocking his world in the gym locker room and never really about anything else, but he knows what’s going to happen in his dorm room. Jeongguk just hopes Jimin decided to go to that party across campus otherwise this is going to be very awkward.
Luckily the room is dark once they get inside, Taehyung making himself at home ransacking the fridge. Jeongguk tosses his jacket over the couch, and turns around to see Taehyung with half of his leftover sandwich halfway out of his mouth. Jeongguk frowns pointedly.
Taehyung speaks through his food, “Where d’you want to do this? The bed would be easier, but then you don’t get to carry me there afterwards like my Prince Charming.”
“Literally, why the fuck do I let you anywhere near my ass-”
“Hope you like salami breath.”
Jeongguk doesn’t, but he doesn’t get much of a choice when Taehyung crosses the room and kisses him hard. He tastes like salami and mustard as he draws Jeongguk against his body, tilting his head back as they kiss. And it should be gross, the taste on the back of Jeongguk’s tongue, but he finds it’s easy to tolerate these things from Taehyung. It’s familiar at this point, the way Taehyung curls his big hands over Jeongguk’s hips, crowds him against the back of the couch to kiss him deeper.
It’s Taehyung who takes the initiative, curling a hand into Jeongguk’s hair and stroking the side of his cheek as he maneuvers them to the other side of the couch, falling bodily and pulling Jeongguk down on top of him. Their noses bump and Jeongguk slams his knee into an old spring, making Taehyung laugh against his lips.
“Shut up,” Jeongguk murmurs, kissing across Taehyung’s jaw.
“Gonna have to make me, big boy.”
Jeongguk rolls his eyes, shifting to find a more comfortable way to bear down on Taehyung’s body. He gets a leg between Taehyung’s thighs, hands planted by his head as he kisses him again. Taehyung throws his arms around Jeongguk’s neck and hitches a leg around his waist, tugging Jeongguk’s lip between his teeth before letting it go with a soft noise.
He considers going back on their earlier deal when Taehyung runs a hand down Jeongguk’s back to grip his ass, roughly dragging their hips together. Jeongguk rocks into the touch, letting Taehyung grind up against his thigh, nipping at Taehyung’s neck. It’s hot between them, Taehyung gasping into Jeongguk’s ear as they grind a little desperately against each other.
“Take your shirt off,” Taehyung gasps, using both hands to pull Jeongguk away from his neck. “Fuck, come on.”
But Jeongguk doesn’t at first, going straight for Taehyung’s shirt instead. And it’s a little rushed, exactly like their style, as Jeongguk struggles to get Taehyung’s dress shirt off. Taehyung un-tucks Jeongguk’s shirt, forgoing the buttons to yank the shirt over his head. Taehyung lets out a desperate moan, running his hands appreciatively over Jeongguk’s shoulders and back, stroking his fingers over the thick muscle there.
He breaks the kiss, reveling in the wrecked gasp he draws from Taehyung’s lips as he drags his own down Taehyung’s neck. Jeongguk spends extra time nipping at Taehyung’s collarbones, sucking a ring of marks just low enough to be covered with a shirt. Taehyung hums, stroking his fingers through Jeongguk’s hair as he kisses down Taehyung’s chest to the hem of his slacks, fumbling for a moment as he gets them off. He’s hard already, propping himself on his elbows to watch as Jeongguk presses his tongue against his clothed length, stomach constricting beneath the pleasure and little whines escaping his parted lips and oh, Jeongguk could get used to this.
“Don’t tease me,” Taehyung urges, laying a heavy hand on the back of Jeongguk’s head. “I’ve been thinking about this all day.”
Jeongguk grins, suckling at the tip of Taehyung’s cock through the fabric and drawing out a few more moans. But he’s impatient himself, yanking Taehyung’s boxers down and taking his cock into his mouth. Taehyung lets out a wrecked groan, his head falling against the armrest as Jeongguk swallows down his length.
Jeongguk holds Taehyung still by the thighs, forgetting for a moment just how much Taehyung moved during sex, but when he’s got Taehyung’s cock nudging the back of his throat and Taehyung’s moans echoing in his ears he really doesn’t mind how squirmy Taehyung can get. He pulls back slightly, digging his tongue into the slit of Taehyung’s cock like he knows Taehyung likes, and he’s rewarded with a particularly rough tug of his hair. With how much Taehyung does for him whenever they’re together like this, Jeongguk doesn’t get many chances to suck Taehyung’s dick, and he’s definitely going to have to rectify that.
“You look good like this, hyung,” Jeongguk says. He wipes the spit from his chin with the back of his hand, grinning at the bright red splattered on Taehyung’s cheeks, his breathing heavy and uneven. Jeongguk splays his palms over Taehyung’s thighs and pushes, Taehyung’s legs falling apart that much more for him. “Real good.”
“I know,” Taehyung smirks, breaking off into a gasp at the pinch Jeongguk aims to his inner thigh. “Fuck, get on with it, show me what I’ve been missing out on, Gukie. Do you have lube out here?”
“Check the coffee table drawer.”
Jeongguk does, and he frowns as he drags out a half-full bottle of lube buried among some notebooks and candy wrappers. “How did you know-?”
“Jimin likes to tell me way too much about his lube stashes. But I left this one here when he ran out last time we-”
Jeongguk interrupts with a wounded noise, sitting back and propping Taehyung’s thighs onto his lap. “That is more than I needed to know.”
Taehyung snickers, holding his hands over his head and Jeongguk’s hips give an involuntary kick. He understands now why Taehyung loves seeing him this way. He grinds up against Jeongguk’s thigh, reminding him of the situation at hand. “Let’s get a move on, babe. I don’t have all night.”
With a roll of his eyes, Jeongguk pops the cap of the lube and pours a generous amount over his fingers. Gripping Taehyung’s ass cheek he gently presses a finger against Taehyung’s rim, taking his breathless gasp as a confirmation to push inside. Jeongguk kisses his thigh, nipping at the taut skin there as Taehyung kicks at his hip to hurry up.
“Could be better.”
Two fingers have Taehyung shivering, moving his hips back against Jeongguk’s fingers. It’s intoxicating, watching the way Taehyung’s hole opens and stretches so well for him, the way he whines out Jeongguk’s name and squirms, desperate for more. Jeongguk can’t wait, his own hard cock uncomfortable in his slacks that he rushes a little with a third finger, playing and stretching Taehyung until he’s pushing at Jeongguk’s shoulders and arm, hands shaking.
“I’m ready,” Taehyung gasps, cheeks flushed and hair matted. But Jeongguk just grins, crooking his fingers to press harshly against Taehyung’s prostate and laughing at the broken moan he lets out. “Ass. Get a condom on already before I die.”
“I don’t know if there are any out here,” Jeongguk admits.
“Check under the pillow.”
He finds a box of condoms wedged beneath the pillow and sighs, heavy and resigned. “I really. Hate that you know this.”
“One day I’ll tell you exactly what Jiminie and I get up to on this couch-”
Jeongguk nearly moans in relief as he finally undoes his slacks, tugging his leaking cock free and ripping open the condom. Taehyung stares up at him, unadulterated desire and arousal burning in his gaze. His body lies stretched along the couch, dark marks littering his skin where Jeongguk had been a little too generous with his teeth, and he’s a little worried he won’t even get inside.
He rolls the condom on, hips kicking against his own touch, and Taehyung snickers as Jeongguk coats his length with extra lube. Even now, laid bare beneath Jeongguk’s touch, Taehyung still refuses to give himself up completely.
“Ready?” Jeongguk asks, hooking Taehyung’s leg around his waist.
“Been ready, babe. Pretty sure I’ve gone soft waiting here for you.”
He obviously hasn’t, and Jeongguk tries to ignore the attempt to rile him up as he pushes his cock into Taehyung’s stretched hole. Jeongguk holds his weight over Taehyung’s body, choking out a desperate noise once he’s buried to the hilt. Taehyung moans softly into his ear, and it takes everything in Jeongguk not to blow right then and there.
“Sh-shit.” Jeongguk hisses, distracting himself by kissing harshly at Taehyung’s neck.
“You can move,” Taehyung says breathlessly. His nails grip Jeongguk’s shoulders too tightly, legs strong around Jeongguk’s waist. “God, Guk, please move.”
Jeongguk pulls out almost all of the way, slamming his hips back against Taehyung’s with little finesse. He grips Taehyung’s thigh, jostling him into a better position to fuck into him deeper even as Taehyung holds tight to his hair, nipping on the lobe of Jeongguk’s ear and urging him to fuck harder, deeper, and, “come on Gukie, you can do better than this.”
It’s with a snarl that Jeongguk hooks Taehyung’s thigh higher over his waist, thrusting into him even harder. And if he thought Taehyung was loud when he fucked Jeongguk, he’s even louder when he’s the one with a dick up his ass. Jeongguk tugs Taehyung’s ear between his teeth, biting softly on the cold piercings as Taehyung grinds desperately to meet each slam of Jeongguk’s hips. He whines and moans, choking out Jeongguk’s name each time Jeongguk pulls out only to angle his hips again, aiming for Taehyung’s prostate and grinning against his neck as Taehyung lets out a strangled groan when he hits it.
“So good,” Jeongguk praises, curving his palm against Taehyung’s ass and squeezing. He pulls back a little, sitting on his heels and adjusting Taehyung’s hips on his lap just to watch, drunk on lust, the way Taehyung’s ass swallows his cock with each sloppy thrust. “Tae- fuck- hyung, you feel so good.”
“Yeah,” Taehyung groans, throwing his head back. “Know you love this ass, babe.”
Jeongguk rolls his eyes, laying a soft slap to the inside of Taehyung’s thighs. His eyelids flutter with a loud moan, and Jeongguk files that information away for another day. “Shut up.”
It’s sloppy and it’s loud, their bodies moving together desperately as the slick sounds of their hips slamming fill the room, the squelch of lube sliding between Taehyung’s thighs. Taehyung lets out a cry, legs tensing around Jeongguk’s body, and he aims his thrusts directly at Taehyung’s prostate just to keep him on edge.
“Close?” Jeongguk chokes out the question, his pace slipping.
“Yeah, fuck- ah, Jeonggukie, choke me.”
He falters, blinking quickly as if that will help him to understand better. This isn’t something they’ve discussed, but that doesn’t stop Taehyung from grabbing Jeongguk’s wrist and laying his palm against Taehyung’s sweaty neck.
“Come on,” Taehyung urges. With a wicked smile he moves Jeongguk’s hand into a slightly better position, eyes glinting dangerously. “I’ll pinch you if it’s too much. Come on, baby.”
“Unless you’re scared?”
Jeongguk closes his hand around Taehyung’s neck on a particularly hard thrust. Taehyung moans, the noise cutting off the harder that Jeongguk squeezes his neck. His body bucks wildly, meeting Jeongguk’s hips and taking everything that Jeongguk gives him.
He lets up just enough to allow Taehyung to drag in a desperate breath of air before he’s squeezing again, Taehyung’s body falling lax beneath Jeongguk’s hands. When his eyes close, Jeongguk tsks and lets go.
“Eyes on me, hyung.”
“Oh, baby, you got it.”
Jeongguk grins, letting out a laugh. He’s so close now, but Taehyung has always made sure Jeongguk comes first when he’s the one doing the fucking, and Jeongguk will be damned if he doesn’t return that favor. So he squeezes again, reveling in the breathless moan that Taehyung lets out as he shudders and Jeongguk drops his other hand to tug at Taehyung’s cock, stroking beneath the tip until Taehyung cums with a broken gasp of Jeongguk’s name.
Taehyung’s body shakes, back arching as Jeongguk lets go of his neck for the last time and moves both his hands to grip Taehyung’s waist, chasing his own high with messy, hurried thrusts. Taehyung tugs at his hair and neck, pulling him into a kiss that’s more tongue and teeth than anything else as Jeongguk’s body goes still and he cums hard, buried deep within Taehyung.
“Holy shit,” Jeongguk groans. He kisses Taehyung again, long and deep, before pulling out slowly. They both pause, coming down slowly from their highs.
Taehyung doesn’t say a word, breathing heavy and uneven as he swipes a finger through the cum pooled on his belly and taps at Jeongguk’s bottom lip. His eyes darken as Jeongguk opens his mouth, sucking his finger clean, and Jeongguk shivers. He doesn’t know if he can handle another round.
“Damn,” Taehyung sighs, stretching his arms over his head. “Remind me again why we don’t do that more often?”
Jeongguk doesn’t have an answer, pulling off the condom, tugging his pants back up his thighs, and standing on shaky legs to grab a towel to clean with. He shrugs as he returns, cleaning Taehyung’s belly as Taehyung strokes Jeongguk’s sweaty hair away from his forehead. “I like you in me, hyung.”
“That makes two of us.”
“That doesn’t even make any sense-”
“Mhm,” Taehyung interrupts, tugging him into another kiss. “Got my tongue a mess, Guk. That’s how good your dick is.”
“Do you ever shut up?”
“Nope. Carry me to the shower.”
Jeongguk whines and throws the towel somewhere in the direction of the kitchen. “But I’m tired, hyung.”
“Fine, carry me to bed.”
In the end, Jeongguk gets Taehyung’s arm over his shoulder and they walk together to the bedroom. It’s not the first time either of them have gone to bed sweaty and covered in splatters of cum, but Jeongguk also doesn’t know when Jimin’s going to be back and he knows it’ll be too difficult to explain this away. As if in confirmation, Jeongguk checks his phone after changing to see a very drunk message from Jimin, and he thinks it says Jimin’s almost home.
“Go home, hyung, Jimin’s almost here.”
Taehyung makes a noise of complaint from where he’s fallen on his front on Jeongguk’s bed. He’s stolen a pair of Jeongguk’s sweats and a t-shirt, hair mussed and cheeks still flushed. He whines, “No.”
“Tae, come on.”
Taehyung makes it to the other side of the bedroom before he falls down on Jimin’s bed instead, wrapping himself up in Jimin’s blankets and sheets. “Joke’s on you, babe. Jimin and I are having a slumber party.”
“Oh, come on.”
Just then, the front door slams open and Jimin makes his presence known very loudly. Jeongguk sits heavily on his bed, hurriedly finishing getting dressed just as Jimin stumbles into the bedroom. Jimin takes one look at Taehyung, lying in his bed, and falls on top of him with an exuberant, “Taehyungie!”
“Hi, Jiminie. Brush your teeth before you try to kiss me.”
“No.” Jimin’s hazy, inebriated gaze lands on Jeongguk and he grins. “Jeongguk, join us.”
“I’m good, hyungs.”
Both Jimin and Taehyung pout, both moving slightly to fit more comfortably on the tiny bed. Jeongguk is thankful Jimin’s too drunk to question why both Jeongguk and Taehyung look so wrecked tonight, but unfortunately he’s not too drunk to whine and complain loudly, enough so that Jeongguk caves and orders a pizza and sits on the bed with his friends.
As the movie that Jimin insists on watching starts and Jimin’s stuffing two pieces of pizza into his mouth at once, Taehyung shoves his hand into Jeongguk’s sweats, and squeezes the top of his thigh with a wink.