Taehyung is absolutely drunk.
Aside from the fact he probably chugs more beer in one sitting than he has water his entire life, there’s also a dull throbbing in the back of his eyes that blurs his vision. It’s amplified by the flashing lights and stifled heat of bodies crowded into one room. Not only is it hard to see or breathe, but everything is just a mass of sweat and alcohol mixing together into a poor dance pattern. Taehyung doesn’t actually mind, though.
He reaches forward and loops his finger through someone’s belt loop, pulling them flush against his body and grinding to the beat of the song. Taehyung eagerly grips the guy’s hips, mouth close to his neck and swaying to the music. It’s a shitty EDM song that trips over its own beat and crackles out of the cheap speakers the DJ rented.
Extremely fitting for a college party, Taehyung thinks. He’s been in desperate need to unwind after the hellish slew of homework his music theory teacher assigned the past week.
Taehyung glances up from the guy’s neck to meet Jungkook’s eyes. His pupils are blown, completely dilated with something that Taehyung recognizes as 50% alcohol and 50% lust. Jungkook cranes his neck to look back at him, leaning his back against Taehyung’s chest. That’s when it registers that Taehyung’s been grinding into Jungkook’s ass this entire time without realizing.
“Shit, sorry,” Taehyung laughs, but doesn’t move. Jungkook smells distinctively of alcohol and a musky cologne. Taehyung decides he quite likes it.
“N-No,” Jungkook stutters. He raises his hand as if he’s going to grab Taehyung, but hesitates and drops it to his side instead.
“Relax, Jungkookie, relax.” Taehyung guides Jungkook’s hand to reach back and cup Taehyung’s face. “It’s a party, I could’ve been grinding my TA without knowing. Actually, that’s happened before. Totally awkward in pre-calc next day, but you know, you get over it.”
They sway slowly to the beat this time, Taehyung slowly rolling his hips against the younger’s body. Jungkook’s face is bright red, noticeable even in the dark, and he stumbles in response to the movement. Taehyung uses his hands to guide Jungkook’s hips through each roll and jump in the song, Jungkook’s hand moves to tangle in Taehyung’s hair.
Taehyung feels beads of sweat trickle down his forehead and he leans in to licks a stripe up Jungkook’s neck. The younger boy shivers, fingers gripping and tugging at strands of Taehyung’s hair. He laughs into Jungkook’s neck, nuzzling his face against it while rolling his hips downwards. Jungkook lets out a shuddering breath, and Taehyung loses himself in the motions of it all.
“Ugh, okay guys, get a room maybe?” A voice calls from behind them.
Taehyung twists himself awkwardly to look behind him. Jimin is holding two cups in his hand, both filled with a bright pink and dark blue liquid respectively. Jungkook sounds embarrassed as he stutters an apology, but Taehyung just grins in response. He moves his hip in a quick thrust, Jungkook squeaking in response to the sudden movement.
“Slut.” Jimin grins, bringing one of the drinks up to his lips to chug it down.
“Coming from you. I think you’ve made out with everyone here. Including me,” Taehyung waggles his eyebrows.
“Taetae’s got great tongue game,” Jimin winks and downs his other drink.
“Hey, I thought one of those was for me.” Taehyung pouts.
“Sorry, can’t hear you over my impending hangover,” Jimin waves the empty cups in the air and stumbles away.
Taehyung watches him go, mingling back into the crowd of people and pointedly fixing his hair when he spots a tuft of silver hair near the DJ booth. Jungkook doesn’t seem to be uncomfortable after the exchange, so Taehyung runs a hand up his sides, thumbs rubbing gentle circles into the fabric of his shirt. The other boy sighs, leaning back into Taehyung’s touch.
“How much did you drink?” Jungkook asks after a moment.
“Nooo idea,” Taehyung drawls, “So probably more than I should have?”
Jungkook chuckles at that, “Probably. I’m surprised you’re even standing.”
“Jimin tells me I have the strongest tolerance he’s ever seen in his life.” Taehyung slowly sways them as the song changes again, “Do you wanna get out of here?”
He thinks for a second that Jungkook might flee, his body going slightly rigid. Taehyung keeps stroking his sides, mumbling out quiet words that can’t be heard over the music. Jungkook finally relaxes and nods, eyes looking anywhere but at Taehyung.
“Hey,” Taehyung says. He finally pulls away from Jungkook, turning the younger boy around to face him.
Jungkook’s face is flushed bright red, his eyes darting all over Taehyung’s body. Taehyung watches as Jungkook traces the line of Taehyung’s legs up until he seems to finally work up the courage to look at him.
“Hi.” Jungkook replies. His voice is small and quiet, tinged with a shyness that graces Taehyung’s ears.
“We can just chill at the bar if you want?” Taehyung slides his hands down Jungkook’s arms.
“Nah,” Jungkook says, taking one of Taehyung’s hands in his own, “I-I think we should get outta here.”
Taehyung smiles at this, a boxy grin that lights up his whole face, brighter than the lights that flash to another dance-pop song.
They make their way out of the rented party space, bumping into everyone on their way out. Taehyung stumbles a lot, Jungkook reaching out to catch his elbow or place an arm in front of him when other people advance.
Taehyung grabs another drink off the table on his way out, taking a long sip and hissing at the burn in his throat. It might as well be pure vodka with how poorly it was mixed.
The blast of air when they exit the building shocks them for a moment. It’s cold outside, and Taehyung may or may not miss the heat of another body pressed against him. He downs the rest of the drink, tossing his cup off to the side and bouncing down the road. Jungkook stands a little bit away, fiddling with the ring on his finger and shuffling his feet.
“Um, where are we going?” Jungkook asks.
Taehyung thinks for a second then says, “Do you have a car?”
“Yes?” Jungkook seems to hesitate.
“Show the way then,” Taehyung lets out a laugh, grinning brightly at Jungkook. This seems to fluster him because he looks away quickly and starts walking the opposite way from the building.
“Are you sure you aren’t like, too wasted?” Jungkook peers behind him.
“I’m always too wasted,” Taehyung replies, “Have you never had a drunk hookup?”
“Not really.” Jungkook’s voice comes out tight and strained.
Taehyung jogs a few steps to come up behind him, taking Jungkook’s wrist in one hand and linking their fingers together with the other. When Jungkook glances down, Taehyung smiles shyly at him, swaying their arms as they walk through the parking lot. He doesn’t miss the small twitch at the corner of Jungkook’s lips.
Jungkook’s car is parked out in a corner of the parking lot, underneath a tree that curls just over the car like a looming figure. For a second they just stand there, Taehyung unable to stop smiling and Jungkook looking considerably more sober despite having been drinking all night.
Finally, Taehyung just scampers up and tries to open the door, pouting when it won’t fly open. Jungkook finally lets out a breathy laugh, reaching into his pockets to pull out his keys.
“The doors locked, Tae.” Jungkook says.
“I see that now. Unlock them so I can get naked in the parking lot.” Taehyung says, voice rising with each syllable.
“Oh my god, please don’t shout.” Jungkook looks absolutely mortified.
Taehyung smirks and turns to the empty parking lot, “HI EMPTY PARKING LOT, ME AND JEON JUNGKOOK ARE GONNA HAVE SE--”
Jungkook immediately covers Taehyung’s mouth, his face a burning bright red and words stuttering out of his mouth. Taehyung just grins and presses a kiss to the palm of Jungkook’s hand, letting out a howling laugh when he pulls his hand away.
“I’m starting to regret this decision.” Jungkook groans.
“Oh, really?” Taehyung moves his hand to palm Jungkook through his jeans, “I’d say this bad boy is still ready to go.”
“Please, no more talking.” Jungkook whines and clicks to unlock his car.
Once the doors are opened, Taehyung slides into the passenger seat, kicking his legs up onto the dashboard. He closes his eyes and hums under his breath, listening to the driver’s door slide open and Jungkook situate himself in the seat next to him.
“Do you, like, know me?” Jungkook finally breaks the silence.
Taehyung opens one eye and looks at Jungkook. “Of course.”
“I mean, did you remember me before you started grinding on me?”
“Like I said, of course. You’re Jeon Jungkook, we’ve spoken like a million times.”
“I mean, not really. You mostly talked to my friends. I didn’t think you’d remember me.” Jungkook fiddles with the steering wheel.
“You’re cute. I remember every cute person I meet.” Taehyung grins, “Don’t think about it too much. If you’re worried, then we can just get to know each other now, right?”
Jungkook doesn’t seem convinced, his gaze dropping down to his lap.
They meet a few months back through a mutual friend. All Taehyung knows is that Jungkook came from a relatively small town to the bustling city life with no friends or family. Luckily, he’s partnered with Jimin for evaluations in dance class, and nobody can resist being Jimin’s friend. Jimin tells Taehyung about the clingy freshman who’s “so cute, Tae, you’d really love him he’s totally your type.”
Jimin finally invites Jungkook to a party a month later after he’s all settled in and he agrees, albeit reluctantly. Taehyung spots the kid as soon as he enters the building, awkwardly glancing around and trying to act cool. Being the connoisseur of parties that he is (meaning Taehyung never misses a chance to get wasted and hook up), he can recognize newcomers quite easily. So, Taehyung does what he does best and brings the guy a cup filled with vodka and mangoes, and urges him to down it as fast as he can.
After the first night of awkward silence and drinking (mostly on Jungkook’s part, Taehyung talks for hours nonstop) they become somewhat friends during parties. Jungkook always seeks him out, sticking close to his side and rarely drinking more than necessary. Most of the time they talk about Taehyung’s life and Jungkook just nods along. Sometimes, when the parties are winding down and Taehyung feels the hangover starting in the back of his head, Jungkook tells Taehyung things about himself. It’s never anything more than how he’s doing in classes, how he misses his mother, or what he wants to eat.
They don’t really speak much outside of seeing each other at parties and getting drunk together. Taehyung actually has to focus on classes during the week and Jungkook rarely frequents his side of the campus. Jimin never mentions if Jungkook asks about him, so Taehyung assumes he’s just not interested. (Although Taehyung isn’t sure when he started being interested.)
“Hey, it’s starting to get late,” Jungkook starts.
Taehyung lets out an involuntary laugh. Jungkook frowns in response, his eyebrows creasing gently and his nose scrunching up at the bridge. Taehyung turns on his side so that he’s facing Jungkook, legs awkwardly crammed into the small space below.
“You wanna make out?” Taehyung suggests.
Jungkook startles and nearly jumps out of his seat. For a moment his eyes are wide until he narrows them and assumes a defensive position, his body leaning away from Taehyung.
He can’t read the hard lines of Jungkook’s mouth or the way he seems to be glancing his at Taehyung’s lips, but Taehyung is too wasted to think about it too much. All he knows is that he wants Jungkook’s mouth on his in the next few seconds or he’s going to have to start a bad rendition of a love song to serenade Jungkook with. He’s thinking of something from the Shrek soundtrack.
“Are you serious?” Jungkook asks.
“Unless you’d rather go back to grinding,” Taehyung’s words are slurred together, “Fuck. Honestly, just make out with me. Please and thank you. Jimin does not lie I really do have great tongue game.”
Taehyung watches as Jungkook slowly relaxes his position, a different kind of tension building under his skin. He adjusts himself in the seat and turns to look at Taehyung. There’s a heated blush spreading across his cheeks and he licks his lips nervously as if he’s had nothing to drink for days. Taehyung is absolutely captured by the flutter of Jungkook’s eyelashes as he glances down nervously, fingers intertwining in his lap.
“Wow.” Taehyung says breathlessly.
“W-What?” Jungkook glances up.
“You’re so beautiful.” Taehyung replies.
Before Jungkook can say anything more, Taehyung crashes their lips together. It’s uncomfortable, Jungkook’s teeth dig hard into Taehyung’s bottom lip, but he sighs into it anyway. Jungkook tastes like sweat and cola which mixes sweetly with the lingering taste of alcohol in Taehyung’s mouth.
He sits up in his seat to angle himself better, Jungkook dipping back to let Taehyung have better access. Taehyung moves his tongue across the bottom of Jungkook’s lips until they part for him like second nature. Jungkook groans into the kiss when Taehyung’s tongue runs along his teeth, against the roof of his mouth, intertwining with his own tongue. The car is filled with the sounds of their kiss, sloppy and disorganized, yet exactly how Taehyung imagined kissing Jungkook would be like.
Taehyung bites down on Jungkook’s bottom lip, eliciting a low whimper that sends a shiver straight down to Taehyung’s stomach. He pulls away to catch his breath, the two of them panting heavily in each other’s space. Jungkook’s face is flushed, his eyes blown as if he’s lost in some other universe. Taehyung reaches around the seat near the door, grasping for a button. He finds it and moves his car seat back as far as he can, leaning back against the headrest to catch his breath.
“Fuck,” Jungkook gasps out, throwing his head back against the seat.
“I intend to.” Taehyung smirks.
He grabs Jungkook’s wrist and tugs him until he moves across the car. Jungkook kicks an empty water bottle to the floor and smashes his knee against the gear shift with a hiss under his breath. Taehyung pulls him until Jungkook is perched on Taehyung’s lap, thighs splayed on either side.
Jungkook’s face is highlighted by the light streaming in from the outside, his face flushed bright red and glistening with sweat. Taehyung runs his hands up Jungkook’s thighs, eyes unable to peel away from the intensity of Jungkook’s gaze. He feels like he could shamefully come right there.
“You’re so hot,” Taehyung says in awe.
“W-What? Again?” Jungkook seems to flush an even darker shade.
“You’re just so fucking hot, Jungkook.” Taehyung runs his hands up the back of Jungkook’s thighs, grabbing a handful of his ass, “Like, really fucking hot. I could stare at you for hours. I would get on my knees during a lecture and suck you off right there in front of everyone.”
“Why do I let you speak?” Jungkook squeezes his thighs against Taehyung’s own causing him to groan.
“I could definitely keep my mouth preoccupied with other things.” Taehyung offers.
Jungkook doesn’t reply and simply pulls Taehyung up for another kiss. The angle is a lot easier to manage and Taehyung can practically feel Jungkook melting into the kiss. He’s loose and needy, quiet whimpers escaping his throat when Taehyung runs his tongue along Jungkook’s neck. Taehyung lazily moves his hands all over Jungkook’s body, grasping at anything his fingers come in contact with.
“Shirt.” Taehyung says as he kisses Jungkook’s collarbones.
Jungkook seems lost for a second before he realizes Taehyung is speaking. He quickly throws his baggy t-shirt off, discarding it on the driver’s seat. Taehyung’s jaw almost drops because he always knew Jeon Jungkook was fit, but seeing him entirely shirtless like this is something else. The lines of Jungkook’s abdomen are completely defined and muscled, his entire body is tensed, stretched, and sweaty. Taehyung runs his fingers over Jungkook’s navel, circling around the taut muscles of his abs. He lets his thumb slide just below the waistline of Jungkook’s jeans, pressing lightly against the skin.
Jungkook bites down on his bottom lip to stifle a whimper.
“Do you have stuff?” Taehyung asks, thumbs rubbing circles into Jungkook’s hips.
“C-Console.” Jungkook nods.
Taehyung reaches over and opens it, digging through old receipts and some chargers to find the bottle of lube and a pack of condoms.
“Do you just always have these ready?” Taehyung quirks an eyebrow.
“No, only when I go out to parties.” Jungkook smirks.
“Do you really get laid at parties that often?”
“Nope, but don’t you?”
“Point taken,” Taehyung smiles and leans up for another kiss.
They fumble for a less uncomfortable position, Jungkook ending up with his hands braced behind him on the dashboard, body spread open. Taehyung wastes no time in unzipping his jeans, dipping his hand below the fabric to palm at Jungkook’s hardon.
Jungkook’s eyes are heavily lidded, looking down at Taehyung’s hand stroking his dick through his underwear. The friction must be good because Jungkook keeps thrusting up to meet Taehyung’s stroke, eyes unmoving from the contact. Taehyung’s pride swells a bit as he watches Jungkook slowly unravel in his hands. He leans forward to mouth at the curves on Jungkook’s body, bringing one hand up to pinch a nipple between his fingers. Jungkook moans at the contact, his arms trembling as Taehyung flicks his tongue over the pink flesh.
He laps at Jungkook’s nipple until he’s shuddering with every exhale, then pulls back to lean against the seat. Jungkook whines loudly, staring angrily at Taehyung.
“Take your pants off first,” Taehyung tugs at them.
Jungkook narrows his eyes but takes complies, awkwardly moving his feet and legs to be able to slip them off. Even through the boxers Taehyung can tell how hard Jungkook is. His cock strains against the fabric, forming a wet spot at the top.
Taehyung presses his hand against the strain, running his fingers along the base of Jungkook’s cock. Quiet breaths escape Jungkook’s lips at the contact. He gives Jungkook’s dick a few pumps through the fabric, running his fingers along the sides.
“Fuck, Taehyung, this isn’t fair.” Jungkook gasps out, “Please.”
“‘Please’ what?” Taehyung asks, fingers pausing at the waistband of Jungkook’s boxers.
Jungkook is still shy despite the obvious erection he’s sporting. Taehyung watches his eyes dart around the car nervously, tongue swiping across his bottom lip. He wonders how anyone can still be so flustered after having his nipples sucked on and publically grinding at a party.
Taehyung smiles at him, leaning forward to press soft kisses to the spot beneath Jungkook’s bellybutton.
“It’s okay, baby. Tell me what you want,” Taehyung breathes against the skin.
Jungkook gulps and looks back to Taehyung, “ Fuck me . Please, Taehyung.”
Taehyung chuckles but leans back to allow Jungkook to slide his boxers off, cock springing free. Before Jungkook can reposition himself, Taehyung leans forward to bite down on Jungkook’s exposed shoulder. He grabs Jungkook’s dick, giving it a few strong pumps in tandem with the stripes he licks across his neck. Jungkook’s arms immediately come up to wrap around Taehyung’s neck, fingers tugging at the ends of his hair.
Once Taehyung is satisfied with the bright red bruise forming, he turns his head to meet Jungkook’s eyes. His lips are parted, low moans spilling past them as Taehyung runs his thumb roughly down the underside of his cock. Their mouths are only a few inches apart, inhaling each other’s breathy pants.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Jungkook screw his eyes shut, biting down on his bottom lip.
It’s beautiful how he comes undone, every muscle in his thighs tightening as his eyelashes brush against his cheeks. The pull on Taehyung’s hair stings, but it’s good and hot. He gives Jungkook a few more pumps, until he’s near the end, his moans getting caught in a choked sob. Then he lets go, bringing his hands up to Jungkook’s cheeks and pulling him in for a kiss.
They’re soft pecks against his lips, tongue lazily running along the pink flesh. Jungkook opens his eyes and Taehyung can see him pouting now.
“Taehyung.” Jungkook whines.
He chuckles against Jungkook’s lips, bringing his hand up to aimlessly grab for the bottle of lube. Jungkook leans over and places it in his hands. His cock rubs against Taehyung’s stomach causing him to let out a small, strained pant. Taehyung wastes no time in uncapping the bottle and squeezing out a liberal amount.
“You okay?” Taehyung mumbles, sucking at Jungkook’s neck.
“Y-Yeah, I’m fine except your hands aren’t on my cock and I seriously just wanna come.” Jungkook pouts.
“What happened to ‘ fuck me, Taehyung! ’” He repeats in a high pitch.
“I absolutely do not sound like that,” Jungkook frowns, “And you’re wasting time when you could be--”
Jungkook’s words catch in his throat when Taehyung bites harshly into his neck. He leaves a blooming red mark just underneath Jungkook’s ear, easily concealed but still brightly visible. Taehyung drags him forward by pressing a hand firmly on the small of Jungkook’s back; Taehyung holds him close enough to feel every tremor that runs down his spine. The precome that’s beading at the head of Jungkook’s cock smears across Taehyung’s shirt.
Taehyung hums as he draws circles on Jungkook’s lower back, his other hand teasing similar circles around Jungkook’s hole. From above him, Jungkook groans and tugs gently at wispy strands of Taehyung’s hair, murmuring something against the crown of his head. Taehyung presses a finger in, feeling Jungkook’s thighs tremble as every muscle in his body tenses. He wastes no time in prepping Jungkook, tilting his head up to kiss Jungkook and swallow every moan.
It doesn’t take long for Taehyung to be able to slide another finger in, Jungkook’s muscles clench around the digits, tight and warm. Taehyung can tell he’s nervous so he runs a hand soothingly down Jungkook’s thighs until it’s easier to slide his fingers in and out.
“ Faster ,” Jungkook hisses, tugging at Taehyung’s hair.
He smirks and happily obliges, pushing his fingers so deep that they press up to the knuckle. Taehyung decides, once again on a whim, that he likes Jungkook pressed against him. Specifically, he likes Jungkook pressed against him, muffling his moans into Taehyung’s shoulder, and he likes the feeling of Jungkook loosening up for him.
“What do you want, baby?” Taehyung whispers.
“Fuck-- you .” Taehyung adds a third finger, Jungkook’s breath hitching in his throat, “I want you to fuck me, please .”
Taehyung licks a stripe down the rim of Jungkook’s earlobe, tugging at the pierced skin. Jungkook rocks back against Taehyung’s fingers, hips grinding down as Taehyung presses up. He takes up the car with the sound of his moaning, breath coming in short pants. Taehyung feels incredibly hot, erection straining against his pants uncomfortably.
He slides his fingers out with one last thrust and a slick, wet sound. Jungkook whines at the emptiness, attempting to push back against Taehyung’s hand.
Taehyung laughs, leaning back and pressing his fingers against Jungkook’s mouth until his lips part to take in the digits. The sight of Jungkook swirling his tongue around each finger causes Taehyung to toss his head back and groan.
“I don’t think I can wait any longer,” Taehyung whines. “Correction: I think I’m going to come my pants before I can even take them off.”
“Then hurry up and fuck me,” Jungkook replies quickly, a fire burning in his eyes.
Taehyung chokes and wastes no time in unbuttoning his pants and pushing it and his boxers down just barely past his thighs. It’s too hard to maneuver in the tight space of the car, and Jungkook is already pressed back against the dashboard. He leans forward to capture Jungkook’s lips again, pumping his cock in tandem with Jungkook’s deep moans. It’s sloppy, a bit haphazard, but an altogether satisfying release, like an itch that’s been waiting to be scratched.
They only part for a moment, Taehyung thumbing at the slit of his cock and breathing his moans directly into Jungkook’s mouth. The younger boy is completely sprawled out, hands resting on his thighs and back arched against the car. Taehyung thinks he can get off just by the sight of Jungkook on top of him like this.
“Condom.” Taehyung says in a daze, “Condom?”
Jungkook reaches towards the console again, pulling a packet out and tearing it open quickly with his teeth. Taehyung reaches for the packet, but Jungkook grabs his hand and links their fingers together instead.
“Let me do it,” Jungkook demands.
Taehyung swallows harshly and nods, squeezing Jungkook’s hand.
Jungkook takes Taehyung’s dick into his hand, giving it a few more pumps before sliding the condom on, pinching the tip. He reaches for the lube and squeezes a generous amount on his hand.
Although Taehyung has had plenty of hands around his dick at various times in the past few months, he has to say he likes Jungkook’s the best. There’s something in the way he twists his fingers, his calloused hands working Taehyung up to a peak. Jungkook somehow just knows where to stop and where to press roughly to get Taehyung moaning louder than he ever has.
It doesn’t take long for Jungkook to slick up Taehyung’s cock, twisting and tugging, tongue pressed firmly against his cheek. Taehyung grips Jungkook’s hips so hard he thinks it’ll bruise.
“F-Fuck,” Taehyung groans, “Stop, Jungkook--fuck.”
The younger boy smirks above him, eyes hooded and staring intently at his hand around Taehyung’s cock. Jungkook swallows thickly, and Taehyung watches as a bead of sweat slides down past his Adam’s apple. Suddenly, Jungkook is positioning himself above Taehyung’s dick, moving so that he’s curled over Taehyung’s body. He holds his breath as Jungkook slowly slides down, engulfing his dick in a burning heat. Even though he prepped him, Jungkook’s walls still feel tight and stretched around him. Taehyung has to fight back the urge to just move, so he presses the heels of his free hand against his eyes, squeezing Jungkook’s hand so hard he thinks it must hurt.
“Oh, god-- fuck .” Taehyung whines, “You’re so fucking tight, baby. Shit.”
Jungkook is still for a moment save for the shaky tremble of his thighs. They both breathe heavily, neither one wanting to move while they take in the new position. He feels like he could come right there just from how Jungkook’s muscles tense around his cock. Taehyung is about to ask if he’s okay when Jungkook starts moving. He pulls up slowly, pressing back in at an agonizingly slow pace.
“Does it hurt?” Taehyung asks, releasing his iron grip on Jungkook’s hips to rub circles into the bone jutting out.
Jungkook replies by slamming down on to Taehyung’s cock, a strangled cry escaping his lips. He rides Taehyung effortlessly, forehead digging into Taehyung’s shoulder as he roughly fucks himself. It’s a frantic and disorganized rhythm, so Taehyung wraps his arms around Jungkook’s waist to steady him. Jungkook digs his nails into the skin between Taehyung’s shoulder and neck when Taehyung thrusts up to meet his stride. They find the perfect rhythm quickly, Jungkook’s moans becoming short and breathy with each time Taehyung thrusts up as he presses down.
Then Taehyung angles himself just right and slams into Jungkook’s prostate, a choked sob escaping his lips. Taehyung tugs at Jungkook’s hair until he turns to face him, their lips meeting messily as the heat starts to pool in Taehyung’s stomach. Every time he hits that spot, Jungkook whimpers and melts into Taehyung’s arms. Taehyung can tell Jungkook’s given up on trying to meet his strides, completely pliant and loose in Taehyung’s arms.
“Feels so good,” Jungkook finally finds his words, “Fuck, fuck, fuck. It feels so good , Tae.”
“Yeah?” Taehyung finds himself actually at a loss for words.
“ Yes ,” Jungkook groans loudly, “God, your cock feels so good.”
“Are you gonna come for me, baby?” Taehyung presses a kiss to the corner of his lips, slowing his thrusts.
Jungkook nods quickly, repositions himself so he’s pressed against the dashboard again, and fucks himself down on Taehyung’s cock.
The new position gives Taehyung an easy view of Jungkook’s dick bouncing against his abdomen, precome smeared all over it. He slides his fingers down the expanse of Jungkook’s body, flicking at his nipple. Jungkook moans at each touch and caress, pressing down harder each time.
Jungkook’s close, Taehyung can tell by how his brows furrow and his eyes glaze over. He takes Jungkook’s dick in his hand, giving it a few soft pumps between each thrust. Moans mingle with the slick sound of lube, and Jungkook tenses up when Taehyung thumbs at the slit.
“I’m--” He chokes back a moan, “ Fuck . I’m c-close.”
“Yeah?” Taehyung encourages, pumping him a few times with quick, short thrusts.
Jungkook comes all over his stomach, thighs gripping so tight around Taehyung’s legs he thinks they might snap him. He lets out a choked cry, Taehyung’s name spilling from his lips endlessly, riding out the aftershocks of his orgasm with shaky thrusts.There’s so much pressure everywhere that it only takes a few quick thrusts until Taehyung’s coming too, his fingernails digging into the skin on Jungkook’s hips.
They’re completely still for a moment, the air stifled hot with sex and sweat dripping down their bodies. Jungkook is limp against the dashboard, his arms dangling between his spread thighs, fingertips brushing against the skin. Taehyung’s still mostly clothed, his shirt clinging to his body and completely rumpled in every corner.
“Tissues,” Jungkook mumbles.
He points a finger towards the console and Taehyung opens it to pull out a pack of Kleenex. He wipes Jungkook down, running his free hand lazily up his ribcage. Jungkook takes the tissue and tosses it into a plastic bag that’s dangling off the side of the passenger seat.
“I’m gonna need to let my car air out before I can use it.” Jungkook laughs breathily.
“That would probably be a good idea,” Taehyung smiles.
“I should, uh,” Jungkook looks around.
“Oh, shit, yeah.”
They awkwardly maneuver themselves out of their positions, Jungkook kneeing Taehyung harshly in the stomach and apologizing rapidly. He finally manages to wiggle his way back into the driver’s seat, clambering around to slide his boxers back on. Taehyung pulls his pants up, humming a song under his breath as he zips up. When they’re mostly dressed--Jungkook still shirtless and avoiding leaning back into the leather seat--they stare at each other for a moment.
“Thank you?” Jungkook stutters, “Or, uh, is that what you usually say?”
Taehyung chuckles, “What? Never hooked had a post-hookup conversation before?”
“Not often.” Jungkook laughs, too.
“Well, thank you, too.” Taehyung waggles his eyebrows, “See you around tomorrow?”
A look crosses Jungkook’s face, one that Taehyung vaguely recognizes, but forcibly shoves into the back of his mind. For a moment Jungkook looks like he wants to say something, jaw clenching uncomfortably until he heaves a sigh, releasing all the tension in his muscles.
“Yeah,” Jungkook smiles a bit sadly, “Yeah, I’ll see you tomorrow, hyung.”
Taehyung doesn’t register how half-hearted the smile he returns is. He climbs out of the car quickly, shivering when the nighttime air brushes against his still sensitive skin. The parking lot is a bit emptier than it was before, the cars on the opposite side having left at some point.
He closes the door and ducks down by the window to give Jungkook a thumbs up which he returns with a slight wave. Taehyung steps away and watches as Jungkook pulls out of the parking lot, knuckles white against the steering wheel. He drives off without turning back, leaving a small puff of smoke where the car heated up the air.
Taehyung sighs, wrapping his arms around himself to fight the cold, and makes his way back towards the venue. He’ll probably find Jimin completely wasted, tongue halfway down someone’s throat and in desperate need of a comb. They’ll go through the usual post-partying arguments before making their way tiredly back to their apartment and collapsing.
Taehyung wonders if Jungkook will talk to him tomorrow or avoid all eye contact like some hookups do. Either way, he has a feeling Jungkook didn’t get to say everything he wanted to before driving off.